Sovereign Road

Time seemed to freeze as my gaze locked with my mother's. Her hand still beneath her skirt as her face blushed prettily. A spark seeming to light in her eyes as she watched me.

She seemed to come back to herself eventually, freeing her hand and closing the door to my room... while she was still inside. She turned, her face practically a tomato at this point, and walked over to join Michaela and I on the bed. Her eyes alternated between the slut's caged prick and the point where we were joined, my own cock slowly softening inside of Michaela's tight hole.

"Wow." My mother whispered. "Lucy talked about lots of things but I didn't realise it was quite so... involved."

I can't quite believe what happens next. With another glance at me, she leans forward, some of her hair trailing along my stomach and tickling me as she reaches out to caress the bound girl's battered balls.

"Gosh! They're so warm! Oh you poor thing, they must hurt so much." As she consoles Michaela she continues to gently rub and fondle the discoloured flesh of her sack. 

"Yesh Msh." The girl mutters around her gag - she managed to speak much clearer when she had wanted me to stop earlier.

"Look at all the mess you made!" She scooped up another trail of Michaela's slime, sliding the gag down and feeding it to her like I had only moments before. Not only did my own cock begin stirring back to life, but the bound girl's prick was obviously twitching in its cage - something my mother noticed.

"Oh dear, that naughty little thing is still trying to get hard. I think we're going to have to make sure your clit understands its place." She reached over and picked up the spoon I had cast aside. "John, we need to talk about things later, but for now I would like to help educate this little slut, if that would be OK?"

My mother seemed oddly submissive as she asked me the question, totally at odds with her matronly dominance over Michaela. Was it possible to be both at once? I would have to speak with Lucy about all this, but that could wait until later. I nodded to my mother, watching as she assessed the spoon, my heart once more beating at my chest as I struggled to comprehend the surreal direction my life had taken.

"Now, John is going to give you a good hard fucking like the little slut you are deserves. If I see your little clit so much as twitch, I am afraid that mommy is going to have to hurt these tender balls some more until you learn." As she spoke, my mother tapped the spoon gently on the bound girl's balls. I was pretty sure she had intentionally flaunted her cleavage to both of us as well.

Without further encouragement I began to work up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Michaela as I held her thighs possesively. The sound of creaking bedsprings soon echoed in the room, accompanied by my grunting with exertion and Michaela's dainty squealing as I stretched her out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my mother biting her lip, her free hand once more playing beneath her skirt.

This continued for a little while, my pace increasing as I started really pounding Michaela into the bed. My stamina was greatly increased having already cum and I intended to take as much pleasure as I could from her body. My attention drifted between the bound girl's nubile, exposed body and the contrast of my mother's clothed, mature figure. Then we both noticed Michaela's cage twitching and standing off of her body as her clit tried desperately to achieve an erection.

My mother frowned down at it, giving me a wink before addressing the slut. 

"Tut tut. Someone is being very naughty." She rapped the spoon lightly on Michaela's taught sack and saw the cage jump again. "Those balls obviously aren't hurting enough. It's time mommy taught you what it means to really hurt."

With that, she drew the spoon up and brought it down with a firm thud.

Michaela was already crying. Screaming and squealing as she vigorously shook her head, her ass clenching down violently on my dick. Something about my mother being so sadistic to my little pet was making me really, really horny as I continued to saw my way in and out of the bound girl.

If I had thought the first hit was hard, close to my own ferocity, the hits which came after truly shocked me. I'll be honest, I didn't know balls could endure something so hard. The thought of even tapping my own nuts was enough for them to shrivel, yet Michaela was bound and helpless as her balls were absolutely railed on over and over. I was pretty sure she was delirious from the pain. It didn't seem to bother my mother in the slightest. She just continued letting the spoon rise and fall, in time with her words as she really hammered the damn thing down.

"Naughty." CRACKK!

"Girl." THWACKKK!!

"Your." THUDD!

"Clit." SMACK!

"Shouldn't." CRRACK!!!

"Be." CRACK!

"HARD!!!" SMMAAAACKK!!!!

She really let loose on the last one, absolutely thrashing the spoon down onto the poor girl's helplessly exposed balls. They had turned horrendously discoloured now, whilst they seemed to have tripled in size, her already tiny cage looking absolutely pathetic by comparison now. I couldn't hold on any longer. I came again, shuddering over and over as pulse after pulse left me. Michaela's agonised sobbing and begging serenading my groaning climax. All under the watchful eye of my mother. 

I slowly withdrew from Michaela's ass, the cold air a shock to my system. My attention was fixated on the completely ruined appearance of the slut's poor sack. My mother gently stroked them with her soft hands as she leant to whisper into the bound girl's ear, the position having her breasts smushed into Michaela's face. I'm sure Michaela would have enjoyed it a lot more if my mother wasn't glaring at her caged prick, practically daring it to try and react to her blatant teasing. 

Leaning up once more, my mother once again completely changed, quietly and politely asking me for my condom. I blushed as I handed it to her, filled as it now was with two of my loads. She even thanked me for it! Then she turned back to Michaela and unfastened the girl's gag.

"Open wide darling. Your master has a lovely gift for you." A grimacing Michaela obeyed, opening her mouth as her eyes followed the path of my cum as it dribbled from the condom to drop onto her tongue. The creamy stream seemed to go on forever. At last, my mother squeezed out the last few drops before gently closing Michaela's mouth with a finger and watching her swallow.

"Say thank you to your master." My mother demanded once she was finished.

"T-t-thank you, Sir." The blubbering girl managed to say amongst her pained sobbing.

"I'll go and get an ice pack for her lady bits John, I'll leave you two in peace for a few moments." She smiled at me, seeming considerably more uncomfortable after the passion of the moment was over... I was pretty sure she came more than once whilst paddling Michaela, though I didn't mention it to her.

After she left, I released Michaela from her bonds. It seemed to make the pain worse for her as the blood rushed back into her limbs. Once she was free, I allowed her to burrow into my chest and cuddled her as she futilely attempted to massage her balls. I couldn't begin to imagine how they felt now, the sheer agony, yet I was left torn. Fucking her had been amazing, all I had hoped it could be. I had also come to care for her in the short time I had known her. Her submission to me made me want to protect her and nurture her. Yet the sadistic  side of me thrived on her suffering. The noises she made and the knowledge that she was suffering purely because I wanted her to. It was thrilling. I was left completely confused by the two sides to myself, not even mentioning the similar theme with my mother. I needed to have a long conversation with Lucy.

That could wait until later though. My mother had returned with the ice pack. Forr now we all cuddled together, my mother holding the ice pack possessively over Michaela's scalding balls as she stroked her hair.