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By Submum
Pete spies on his submissive mother being used by the handyman…
On a lazy Tuesday afternoon, Rob ambled home from school, his backpack slung over one shoulder. The sun was high, and it was one of those days that just felt lazy. The path to his house was familiar, lined with houses that had seen better days, their once vibrant paint peeling to reveal the tired wood beneath. The lawns were patchy, but Rob’s house stood out with its slightly more tended garden, a testament to his mother’s green fingers.
The house looked quiet, which was unusual. Rob’s mother was usually bustling about, gardening or blasting music while she cleaned. The quiet was almost eerie, and he wondered if she’d gone out. The thought of having the house to himself was too tempting to resist. He’d been craving some alone time with the stash of weed he’d managed to get his hands on. He had a perfect spot in mind – the treehouse in the backyard. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the world and the mundane routine of school and family.
Creeping through the garden, Rob noticed that the door to the garage was slightly ajar. Pete, the local odd job man’s van was parked inside, which was odd because his dad usually took care of small repairs himself. He quickly climbed the treehouse ladder, keen to get high. The wooden floorboards groaned softly under his weight as he pushed the door open. The small room was dimly lit by the sun that filtered through the leaves, casting a greenish tint over the space. He tossed his bag aside and pulled out his stash from his pocket. He quickly rolled a fat joint, the sweet scent of the skunk filling the air.
As he lit up, he heard muffled sounds coming from the open window of his parents bedroom. Curiosity piqued, he stepped to the small window that looked down directly into his parents’ room a few feet away. The blinds were open, and the scene unfolding before him was anything but typical. His mother, Anna, was on her knees, her face buried in the crotch of Pete, the odd job man. Her cheeks bulged with each gagging bob, and her eyes watered as she took him in deep, her mouth slurping and smacking as if she was starving for cock.
Pete abruptly pulled his thick black cock from Anna’s mouth, leaving a string of saliva connecting them. He reached for the belt of Rob’s dad’s robe, which was hanging from a hook on the bedpost. Anna’s eyes widened with excitement, her breath hitching in anticipation. With a wicked grin, Pete wrapped the robe’s sash around her wrists, tightening it until her hands were bound behind her back. She whimpered, her eyes glazed over with lust as he secured the knot.
“You like it rough, don’t you, slut?” Pete growled, his voice thick with desire. Anna nodded vigorously, her mouth open and waiting for his cock to return. He took a step back, admiring her for a moment, her body trembling with anticipation.
Without warning, Pete slammed his cock back into Rob’s mum’s mouth, pushing her head down until it met his pelvis. She gagged, her eyes bulging even more as she tried to accommodate his size. He grabbed her by the hair, guiding her movements as he face-fucked her, his hips thrusting into her face. Rob watched, his own cock growing in his pants as he took in the sight of his mother’s submissive ecstasy.
Anna’s eyes watered, and drool spilled down her chin, her throat bulging obscenely with the effort of taking Pete’s entire length. Yet, she didn’t resist. Instead, she moaned around him, her tongue working tirelessly trying to lick his balls. Her breasts bobbed as she tried to keep up with his brutal pace, her nipples erect and begging for attention. The sound of her gagging filled the air, mixing with Pete’s grunts of pleasure.
Rob felt his own arousal growing, his heart racing as he took a drag from his joint. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His sweet, innocent mother, a woman he had never thought of in a sexual way, was a submissive slut in heat, eager to please this comparative stranger. He leaned closer to the window, his eyes glued to the scene, the smoke from his joint swirling around him like a fog.
Pete, roughly pulled Anna to her feet with a firm grip on her hair and practically threw her onto the bed. Anna’s body bounced with the impact, landing on her stomach with a muffled cry. She was quick to comply with his silent command, scrambling to her knees and arching her back. Her face was on the bed, and her ass was in the air, her pussy glistening and puffy, and her tight little asshole clearly visible from Rob’s vantage point. The robe sash was still wrapped around her wrists, cinched her hands behind her back.
As Pete disappeared from view, Rob felt his heart race even more. He took another hit of the joint, his eyes not leaving his mum’s exposed pussy. When Pete returned, he was holding a wooden handled hammer. Pete was rubbing something greasy on the shaft, something that glistened in the light. The mystery of what he was doing was answered as he brought it closer to Anna’s exposed rear.
“I wonder how much of this will fit in that tight little bum of yours?” Pete’s voice was low and gruff, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down Rob’s spine. Anna’s response was a whine, her body quivering with excitement. “Do you want to find out?”
Rob watched as Pete spread her cheeks with one hand, his other guiding the lubricated hammer handle to her tight, puckered asshole. He chuckled darkly before starting to push the handle inside her.
“Ahh!” Anna’s muffled scream filled the room as Pete worked the handle past her ring of muscle. It was clear she was in pain, but the way she rocked back onto it, her body begging for more, told a different story. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes screwed shut in a mix of agony and pleasure. Rob could see the veins in her neck bulge as she took inch after inch of the wooden handle, her body stretching around it.
Pete’s other hand reached around to tease her clit, his thumb making slow, torturous circles around the swollen nub. Anna’s hips jerked in response, and she let out a keening moan that was barely muffled by the bed. Her pussy was wet, dripping onto the sheets as Pete mercilessly invaded her ass. Rob felt his own cock throb in his pants as he watched his mother’s face contort with each push.
Inch by inch, the hammer handle disappeared into Anna’s willing body, her tight sphincter stretching to accommodate the girth. Pete’s arm moved in a steady rhythm, pushing the handle deeper with each stroke, the wood disappearing into her asshole. Her body quivered, and Rob could see the sweat glisten on her back as she took more and more of it. It was mesmerizing, watching her take such an unnatural object with such eagerness.
“Do you like that, slut?” Pete’s question hung in the air, thick with challenge and lust. Anna’s response was a guttural moan, her body writhing with pleasure despite the clear discomfort. “Tell me you love it,” he demanded, his voice now a gruff whisper.
“I love it,” Anna choked out, her words muffled by the bed. “Fuck me harder with it, please, Pete.”
Pete chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Rob’s spine. He could see the sadistic glint in the man’s eye as he complied with her request, his hand moving faster, the hammer handle sliding in and out of her ass with ease now. Anna’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking back to meet each thrust, her pussy gushing wetter with each stroke.
There was a wet sucking noise as Pete pulled the hammer handle out, only to be followed by the farting sound as he pushed it back in. Anna’s whimpers grew louder, her body writhing with a mix of pleasure and pain that was impossible to ignore. The sight of his mother, usually so composed and proper, reduced to this state of wanton need was more arousing than any porn Rob had ever watched.
With trembling hands, Rob reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He’d seen enough porn to know that this was a moment that needed to be captured, a secret that would be his to savor. He switched to video mode and held his breath, angling the phone to get the best view of his mother’s stretched ass and the hammer handle sliding in and out of her. The camera rolled, capturing every gasp, every quiver, and every slap of flesh.
As he watched, his own hand found its way to the bulge in his pants. He unzipped his school trousers, his cock springing free, already rock-hard from the taboo sight before him. The smell of the weed mingled with the musky scent of teenage cock, and he began to stroke himself in time with Pete’s thrusts.
Pete pulled the hammer handle out of Anna’s ass with a wet pop, leaving her ass gaping and raw. She looked like a whore, her cheeks red and her hole gaping, but she was begging for more. Pete slapped her ass l, leaving a red welt that stood out against her pale skin. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?” he taunted, his own breathing heavy with exertion.
She looked back and her eyes met Pete’s, and she nodded, her mouth open and pleading for his cock. But Pete had other plans. He pushed the handle back in again, all the way to the base. This time, Anna screamed. It was a high-pitched, desperate sound that Rob had never heard from his mother before. She tried to pull away, her body straining against the robe sash that bound her wrists. Her eyes watered even more, and her face contorted with pain, but she didn’t ask him to stop.
Wthout warning, he pulled the hammer handle out of her ass again. Rob’s cock throbbed in his hand as he watched Pete line up his thick, throbbing cock with his mum’s gaping hole. The head of his cock looked monstrous, a dark purple against the angry pink of her abused hole. Pete pushed the tip of his cock against her sphincter, and Anna’s body tensed.
The first push was slow, giving her ass time to stretch around his girth. She let out a long, low moan that grew in intensity until it was a scream that was muffled by the bed. Pete’s cock was thick, and Rob could see the veins pulsing along the shaft as he pushed deeper into her. Anna’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her body began to convulse as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Pete’s thrusts grew stronger and faster, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her ass with a brutal efficiency. The bed rocked with the force of his movements, the headboard banging against the wall in a steady rhythm. Anna’s moans grew more desperate, her pussy dripping onto the sheets below her. Rob could see her pussy clench and release, as if it were begging to be filled as well.
Rob’s hand moved faster on his cock, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he watched his mother’s body be used by the man who was supposed to be fixing their leaky faucet. His mind raced with thoughts of his mother’s infidelity, of her desires, of the things she must have been thinking and feeling.
Anna’s moans grew louder, and she began to talk dirty, her words slurred and barely coherent. “Fuck me, Pete. Use me. Make me your slut.” She was begging for it, her body a canvas for the pleasure and pain that Pete was painting. Her voice grew ragged as she repeated her mantra, each word punctuated by a gasp or a grunt as Pete’s cock stretched her to her limits.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a symphony of depravity that was music to Rob’s ears. His hand was a blur, stroking his cock in time with Pete’s thrusts, the video on his phone capturing every moment of his mother’s degradation. The sight of her taking it like a whore was too much for him to handle, and he felt the pressure building.
“Fuck me harder,” Anna begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I need it, Pete. Please.”
Her words sent a bolt of lightning straight to Rob’s groin. His hand tightened around his cock, his strokes becoming erratic and frantic. The sight of his mother’s ass being pummeled by the odd job man was more than he could handle. He felt his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening as he watched Pete’s thick cock slide in and out of her.
With a final, guttural groan, Pete slammed into Anna, his cock buried to the hilt. Rob could see the tension in his body as he held himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing. Anna’s scream was one of pure ecstasy as Pete’s hot cum flooded her ass, filling her up. The feeling of her tight hole clenching around him sent Pete over the edge, and he came with a roar, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm.
The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two adults below. Anna’s body was a wreck, her ass red and bruised, her pussy wet and swollen. Pete pulled out of her, his cock glistening with greasy lube, cum and ass juices. He leaned back, panting, and admired his handiwork.
With a sadistic smirk, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of Anna’s hair, yanking her onto her heels. “Clean me up,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. Anna nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving Pete’s cock as he shoved it into her mouth. She licked and sucked greedily, her tongue swirling around the shaft to get every last drop of cum and her own mess.
Rob’s cock was leaking pre-cum as he watched, his hand tightening around the shaft. He felt like he was going to burst any second, his whole body tingling with the need to release. The sight of his mother, so completely and utterly used by Pete, was a turn on beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
With a final, gasping moan, Rob’s orgasm hit him. He shot long ropes of cum across the floor of the treehouse, his body convulsing with the intensity of it. Each spurt was hot and thick, landing with a wet splat as it hit the wood. He watched with a mix of awe and horror as his mother’s face was smeared with Pete’s cum, her makeup running down her cheeks.
Pete stepped back, his cock now flaccid and glistening with Anna’s spit. He looked down at her, a twisted sense of pride in his gaze. “Good girl,” he murmured, patting her head like she was a pet. Anna’s eyes remained locked on his cock, her mouth open and panting.
With a swift tug, Pete undid the sash that bound her wrists. Anna’s arms fell to her sides, and she whimpered softly, the sudden freedom making her body ache even more. She didn’t move, though. She remained on her knees, her eyes still fixed on the tool of her pleasure and pain. Pete took a moment to appreciate the power he had over her, the way she trembled at his touch, her eyes begging for more. He leaned down, his cock still thick with cum, and whispered in her ear, “You’ve been a very good slut, Anna.”
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and humiliation, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his breath on her skin. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. It was a simple exchange, one that spoke volumes about the dynamic between them.
Pete leaned in, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting himself on her, and she responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his.
When they finally broke apart, he grinned down at her. “Same time next week?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. Anna nodded eagerly, her eyes still glazed over with lust.
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By Submum
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