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A Wife's Family Plan

7/22/2009

As Brendan sat in the court awaiting the judge, little did
he know his wife, her sister, and his mother-in-law were
conspiring to affect an elaborate hoax upon him and his
mother to ensure his wife's utter and complete domination of
him.


The entire proceedings looked so official. The only thing
that initially concerned he and his grieving mom was why
the court was held at midnight. But that concern went away as
soon as the charge was read against Brendan - Attempted Assault.



Brendan's family attorney was in the confidence,
and pay, of Brendan's wife. The $5, 000 she gave him was more than
enough to get him to go along with his wife's cunning scheme.
Her having slept with him also contributed to influencing him too.



Brendan admitted to the court that he told one of his wife's
black lovers, when he caught them in the bed, `I could kill
both of you, I'm so mad.'


Unfortunately for Brendan, his wife corroborated her
black lover's charge.


Both Brendan and his very naive mother wondered why they
were brought in the back service entrance to the courtroom,
which looked like it hadn't been used in a long time, which
it hadn't. It had been sealed off and was scheduled to be converted
to a storage room. When one of Brendan's wife's black
boyfriends told her of this, the idea of a fake trial to put her timid husband
in her power was born.


Brendan's lawyer pleaded with the fake Judge Burnbottom
to have mercy on his client as he pleaded him guilty and threw
his fate on the mercy of the court.


"Well Brendan, you've got your self in a pretty
mess, all because you couldn't control your temper. Are you
sorry for the way you acted?


"Yes ... Yes ma'am." He replied, voice
quivering.


"You should be. From the testimony, Mr. Willis was
seeing to the sexual satisfaction of your wife, something you
haven't been doing too well. He was actually doing you a favor and
you threatened to kill him. Well the penalty for a serious crime
of that nature, even with a heat of passion plea is 7 to 10 years.
Do you think you could survive that length of time with hardened
criminals?"


Both Brendan and his mother broke down sobbing, neither
unable to reply clearly.


"That's okay. I understand. I think some other
alternative form of punishment is sufficient for you considering you've
never been charged with an offense before. This is my judgement.
You are to be on probation for 7 years. Doing that time, you will
be released in the custody of your wife. You will be under her
authority and are expected to atone for your rude life threatening behavior by explicitly obeying her. In addition,
you are to receive a sound whipping, for the crime for which
you are charged, twice monthly for the duration of your probation
period. Your wife is authorized to administer the same, or designate
someone for that purpose. The court will designate the
severity of your flogging as well as the instruments to be used. Each
event is to be videotaped and provided directly to me. After
reviewing each one, I will inform your wife of the length
and severity of the next punishment session. The first session
will take place in one week, at which time your wife is directed
to use a folded thin electrical extension cord, and to lash
you 20 times, with all her strength, with no more than 5 seconds
rest between strikes."


At hearing this bittersweet news, Brendan stopped crying
but the look of shock on his face told the terror he felt. His
wife had used the cord on him before. He knew the pain she could
inflict. He mentally sighed as his mother whispered in
his ear.


"Baby, it'll hurt, but it's better than
jail."


The judge continued.


"In addition Brendan, for compensation, Mr. Willis
is granted free room and board at your house for as long as your
wife desires him there or until your 7 year period of your
probation is up. I warn you Brendan, any corroborated complaints
about your behavior towards your wife, her friends, Mr.
Willis, or his visitors to your house will result in the court terminating your probation and transferring you to the
state penitentiary for the remainder of your probation time,
but not less than 5 years. Rose Thomas, I expect you to do your duty
in modifying the criminal behavior of your husband. If not,
this court will find someone who can. This court is adjourned."



CHAPTER 2


"Excuse me Mistress Rose, you said you wanted to
see these as soon as they were ready. Do they meet with your approval?"
Spoke Brendan's mom meekly as she held up two more ornate
lacy maid's uniforms she and her son had completed sewing
during the night.


"Why Ann, I believe you and Brenda have outdone yourselves.
How much did he do?"


Brendan mother beamed as she explained her son's
contribution in helping her sew up dresses and uniforms
for him to wear as the new housemaid in drag. In just three weeks
he had 14 custom maid well fitting maidservant's uniforms.



"You two make such a good team. Since he's such
a mama's boy, I'm glad you took my advice and joined him doing
his adjustment period. It has really helped him so much to have
his mommie adjust the same as he has had too." Spoke his
wife.


"It has been an experience for me too, but you're
right, he is such a sweet thing, I'm so glad I could help him adapt
to his new role as Brenda the maid. Secretly, I like his feminine
name you gave him. And he looks so cute in his uniforms."
"He does. And you've done an excellent job in
helping and encouraging him along this new path he's to travel.
I adore seeing both of you dressed alike as you clean, cook and do
laundry."


"It has been fun, you know just like mother and daughter.
But seriously, I did want to talk to you about those old mattresses he and I have been sleeping on... on the floor,
in the basement, can't I just get the ones from my house and
..."


"No. I think the feel of comfort deprivation must
be real. The judge has tasked me to help him understand what the consequences of his actions could have been if he went to
prison. I take my duty seriously. I can't let the judge down."



"I ... I understand. You're right of course."
"Of course I am. And I can cause him to get sent to prison.
Don't forget that."


"No ...No, I won't."


"You were here when the Judge came by and indicated
that his accommodations were excellent. Also she lauded you for
participating and subjecting yourself to the same treatment
to help your baby out. She too thinks you too make a wonderful
team. She said it was so touching to see you holding his hand
while I whipped him, and then to see him holding your hand
as I whipped you."


"I ... I never expected to get whipped like he did.
You hit me as hard as him."


"Of course! He would've seen through anything
less." "You're right of course. I guess it's just
like when you slapped me just as hard as you did him for breaking your rules,
I was able to identify with what he was feeling as we consoled
each other and salved each other's welts and bruises."



"Precisely, I want you two to share such moments.
It's good for both of you. And I must admit, it did me good to slap you
around and beat your ass too."


"I could tell you did. It hurt, but I tried to be a good
role model for him, as you wanted me to. He now understands
that pain and the way you treat him is a necessary part of his routine, and your love, instead of fearing it."


Brenda's mom wanted out now that she'd got her
son on the right track to accept and adapt to his new role.


Rose complimented Brenda's mother for all she'd
done in showing her son the importance of accepting his ass whippings,
dressing in drag and submitting to Rose's will. "Your job isn't quite done yet."


When Rose told Ann what she wanted, she gasped in horror.



"Don't be so melodramatic, you and I both know
he's perfect fairy material, and a lot of it is your fault!" Rose
shouted at Ann, who began to cry and sob at the charge that she was responsible for her son's softness and mollycoddled
ways.





CHAPTER 3


Ann went about her duties as she had the lingering taste
of Mistress Roses's sperm flavored pussy on her breath.



Her bottom was still aching from the whipping she got earlier for being soft on Brenda as her son. Ann didn't
try to fight the aggressive Rose, since she even felt deserving
of it. After her thrashing, she crawled behind Rose as she led
Ann to Rufus Will, who was still in the bed. Ann was made to suck
off his big black stiff cock and thoroughly enjoyed what
she was being made to do and secretly felt good about doing this
as a precursor to teaching him to do exactly the same thing.
Later she watched as Rufus and Rose had a rousing bout of fucking.
Her duty afterward was to tongue clean them both. She'd
never sucked a cock or sucked on used pussy either.


She was 47, and 20 years older than Rose, but like her son,
she respected Rose's authority and masterful ness.
She therefore knew that Rose was cunning, so she wasn't really surprised
when Rose told her she'd sold her house while she'd
been supposedly role playing. She felt she deserved that for being fooled
into being cooped up here for almost a month and giving Rose and
Rose's sister that power of attorney so they could
pay the bills and see about the house while she was there with Brenda.



CHAPTER 4


"Yes baby, I'm gonna stay right here with you.
But now it's time for us to get you on better terms with Mr. Willis."



After she told him, Brenda was confused but horrified.
"It's okay baby. All you have to say is `Please
Mr. Willis, take my mother. Make her your whore. This is my apology and
peace offering to you.' That's all there is to
it baby. And don't worry a bit, I'll be right by your side. This'll
prove that you accept and respect him and that there are no hard
feelings. Don't pout baby. I know this may seem unusual,
but we are in an unusual situation. Remember dear, we're
doing this to keep you out of prison. Now lets get your chin up and a smile
on your face."


Reluctantly, Brenda, nervous, did exactly as his mother
asked of him. He felt so flushed and embarrassed as Rufus
laughed loudly at him, then called him a fag as he accepted
his apology and then pulled Brendan's naked mother over
in the bed with him.


His mother yielded totally to Rufus and without being
told sought out to fondle and handle his long thick love tool
as Rufus deep tongue kissed her.


Brenda, as directed stood by insignificantly with his
hands folded in front of his as he watched the two on the bed prepare
for hot wet sex.


His eyes were glued to his mother's mouth action on
Rufus's enormous nine-inch ebony erection. His mother's
white mouth was stretched so much as she gobbled the bloated dickhead.
As they were ready to couple, his mom called him over to
kiss the head of Rufus' cock and then directed her son
guide it into her juiced up pussy.


Trembling and nervous, he did as directed and then went
back to his position of observation nearby. He was surprised at how easy his mother absorbed the length
and girth of the big black dick. It was almost as if she'd
done this before. She had, but this was done at Rose's insistence,
who'd got Ann and Rufus to practice three times before
doing it for her well tricked husband.


"His penis was so big. Didn't it hurt?"
Brenda asked his mother as they were preparing for bed after returning from
their encounter with Rufus Willis.


"No baby, it felt real good. You see that's why
your wife, I should say Mistress rose likes big black cocks. They make
her feel real good. No offense sweetie, but your little thing
can't compare to Mr. Willis. By the way you seemed to enjoy mouthing
him too."


"You ... You think I did a good job mother?"
"Real good for a beginner honey. You lost some of
his jizz when he shot off the fourth time, but you weren't expecting
that, so it's not totally your fault. With practice, you'll
learn when to expect a man to shoot. Did his cream taste as good as I said
it would?"


"It ... It was better than I thought. It was very warm
and real creamy and syrupy all at the same time."


"He's some man. He came in your mouth first,
then twice as y'all were sexing and then he came when I was sucking
your pussy juice off his big prick."


"How did you find the taste of all that dick cream
you ate out of me? Was it as good as I told you?"


"It was so yucky looking as it oozed and ran out of
your pussy, but it tasted better than it looked."


"You've only been sucking unused pussy up to
now, but from now on you can expect to suck plenty of jism soaked pussy
from now on. Especially mine and your wife's, after she's
had sex with Rufus and his buddies. You must learn to eat pussy real well
as it's one of your strong points and one of the few things
you do rather well."


"I-I never thought I'd be sucking other men's
stuff from your or Mistress Rose's pussy."


"Well things change dear, and it's as natural
as you licking Mr. Willis' big fine cock and sucking my cunt as you
did tonight."


CHAPTER 5


"And his dick and the cum he shot off?" "His dick was of course smeared with pussy juice,
but the taste of his hard smooth black meat was rather nice. I guess
I liked the feel of my tongue on his shiny cockhead the best
and laving his pee slit."


"You did look so contented sucking his dickhead.
Was his cum hot?"


"Real hot and gooey as he came on my tongue. The flavor
of it was far stronger than when I sucked it from your cunt."



Mother and son continued to share thoughts as they prepared
for bed in the basement chamber that was now home for them
both. "How is that baby?" She asked her son as she
secured his hands to the harness he wore and which was attached to the
bed to keep him from playing with himself as well as to ensure that
he slept on his back.


"It's okay. I wish I didn't have to wear
this."


"Mistress Rose, your wife wants you to. That's
what matters. And now she wants me to take off your cock restraint
so it can get plenty of air while you sleep."


"Oh please mother, don't take it off. I ... I
get so hard, it ... it aches. It almost feels like it'll break."



"It's not going to break silly. I know it's
a wee bit uncomfortable, but it's all part of your mind control
training. Try to think of other things rather than your own needs.
That's the purpose. Just think, it's already been 3 weeks,
just one more week before she lets you jerk off again."


"Couldn't you do it for me, you know like she
doesn't have to know."


"Heavens No! You should never be untruthful with
your wife. If she wants you to undergo a certain punishment, you should
do so and be honest about it. after all she has a purpose in requiring you to be punished. And you should remember it's
always for your own good."


"Yes ma'am. You're right of course."



"Of course I am. Now just one more catch and there!
Your little friend is all free, ready to enjoy the night air."
Ann had a smirk on her face as she looked at her helpless
son all trussed there and his little prick stiff and throbbing.
She thought how strange it was that in helping Rose out,
she too found she delighted in subduing her own milksop son. To
torment him further, she exposed her thick hairy bush and full tits,
as she paraded back and forth before him as she got ready to
go out with Rufus.


"In the tight quarters, Brenda couldn't help
but notice his mother's beautiful hairy bush and bouncing big knockers.
His prick pulsed and trembled at each time she passed.


"Rufus wants me to meet some of his friends tonight.
When I come back I'm sure to have some more cum in my pussy,
I'll wake you up for a nice midnight snack."


Rufus came to the door "Come on slut! We got to go.
That's good. That's all you need to wear. Here's your
coat. The dudes are waiting to meet you."


He looked in the dim room and saw Brenda all trussed up in
the bed.


"My, don't you look cute. But hey, thanks for
bringing me your mama to fuck. I'm gonna carry her over to meet some
mo brothers so they can jump her big pussy. Hey baby, before
you run off, aren't you gonna let him kiss you goodbye?
That's right, come here, straddle his face and let him kiss your
pussy before we leave to get some mo dicks in you."


Ann did as she was told, delighting in the thrill of doing
as the black man told her and knowing that she was shaming
her son in the process.


With the memory of her hairy pussy on his lips, he watched
as his mother left with Rufus. She was wearing only a baby
doll pajama top under the overcoat he gave her.


No matter how he tried, Brenda couldn't will his turgid
prick down. Finally, hours later he drifted off to sleep
mentally fatigued with his aching cock.


He wasn't sure how long he was sleep, but he was awakened
by his wife.


She'd just come in from turning tricks for Rufus.



"I called Rufus earlier, he told me about the nice
gift you gave him and how you sucked his dick and your mother's
cunt clean after they fucked. That really shows respect for him as
well as sincerity on your part honey for atoning for your errant
behavior toward him. I know he's going to have a very favorable
report to the judge for you this month. To celebrate your introduction
to flavored muff, I brought you some cream hair pie."



His wife straddled Brenda's head the same as his mother
had earlier and settled her moist reeking hairy pussy right
over his face. Before making contact, she pulled a plug from her
fuck hole that was holding back the jism in her.


"That's it baby, suck all that good black dick
cream out of me. OOOH! It's so good to feel it draining. SUCK! SUCK
ME! That's it! Be a good husband! Lap me good. OH! OH!"



Moments later his wife had a rousing come on his face. She
held his face there as she scrubbed his face with her wet
sloppy matted muff.


"That was great honey. You suck divinely. My report
will be very good for you too this month. You really vacuumed
me out good. Nine customers fucked me tonight without a rubber,
so I think you tasted a lit bit of each of them." She spoke
gleefully as she wiped his face with a warm towel like one would a child.



"Mistress Rose, thank ... thank you. Can ... Can
I ask you a favor?"


Rose's gleeful tone changed to her more authoritative
one as she responded to his request.


"No. Your mother must receive the same treatment
as you. Otherwise, how could she have been so helpful to you if she
hadn't gone through the same experiences as you? Besides,
she wouldn't have it any other way. She told me so. She's
bearing your burden too, so don't ask me to cheat her of the experience.
And I certainly don't intend to shortchange her. Remember
the other morning when she dropped some food on the floor?"



"YY...Yes ma'am."


"Just like I slapped you to the floor the time you
did that, so did I with her. I also made her lick it up because she should've known better, especially since she's
a role model for you. Because of her seniority, I also spanked her later
with a perforated paddle to remind her of her responsibility.
Now you understand why it would be an injustice to do as you ask?"



"Yes ... Yes ma'am." Brenda tried to sound
upbeat but it was with a tone of resignation.


"Dear, you two have been such a wonderful team. You
saw how pleased the judge was when she came by last month to witness
your whipping in person. She was very satisfied that there was
no trickery. That is, that I was swinging hard and making the
cord sink deep in the skin of your bottom. She complimented you
on the way your bottom was jumping and wigging to each blow.
She was even more impressed with your mother's bigger
bottom as it wiggled and reddened under my lashes. Speaking of that,
you know I forgot to tell you she said thanks for the pop corn I had
you pop up for her for the occasion."


"Next time is only 4 days away, has she ... she said
if the punishment will stay the same for next time?"


"Honey, I know how much anxiety you have every time
it comes around for your little thrashing, so that's why I haven't
bothered to tell you that she's so satisfied with your
current level of acceptance, that she wants me to take you off the
cord and instead use a tawse for 20 slaps and add 5 lashes with
a riding crop."


"Oh no! Please Mistress, not a riding crop. It'll
hurt so bad."


"Now, now. You know what the alternative is don't
you? Is that what you want? Do you want to go to prison?"


"No! No! I don't want to go. I ... I'll have
to ... to persevere somehow." Brenda spoke in a low broken
voice. It was obvious he was fighting back tears.


"That's the spirit honey. This time we're
going to tie you down real good, so the only thing you have to worry about
wiggling is your cute little tooted up bottom. Aren't
you gonna thank me and Rufus for getting the whipping horse for you?"
"Thank ... Thank you Mistress."


"You're quite welcome dear, from both me and
Rufus. Don't look so despondent. Why look, your staff has drooped. Here,
maybe that will help get your spirits up. There, that much
better."


His wife's soft hands and pleasurable manipulations
soon had his aching prick back to its former raging state. "By the way, if it'll help you sleep better,
on the way home I saw Rufus and your mother in an alley near the docks. All
she was wearing was her pajama top and there were two lines of
black tricks waiting to get to her. One was for her cunt and the
other her mouth. Rufus was having a grand opening 10 dollar special
with her tonight."


Rose slammed the door behind her. She had a wide grin on
her face. She felt so good at all that'd happened tonight,
especially the look on her husband's face as she walked
out.


Poor Brenda, he was somewhat angry, but he knew there was
nothing to do but accept and adapt to what was happening.
He was also angry that his prick wouldn't go down.


CHAPTER 6


"Sweetie you did a fine job of fondling and handling
all the men's cocks. Mistress Rose said they really liked
your soft hands and adored the way you sucked and licked the pussy
juice from their balls."


"I tried to do my best mother, just like y'all
told me I should."


"That's good baby. And you've been very
good at pleasing your wife so that she or Rufus haven't had a thing to
complain about."


"I'm sorry I got you in this mess mother, you
know having to hustle on the streets, along with Rose, for him."



"I don't mind doing it to keep you out of prison
baby. Plus, I've gotten to like being fucked by so many hard
up black men. I see why your wife likes big black dicks so much. What
are you sketching dear?"


"Oh, just doodling."


"Let me see. Why that's a fine drawing of Mr.
Willis and his hard dick. You've got all the details down perfect
baby, even the way his left ball hangs lower than his right. That
is really good honey. Why don't you hang it over your bed."
"You think I should?"


"Yes. It'll show how much respect and admiration
you have for him."


After her son did as she suggested, he showed her some smaller drawings of Rufus's buddies, whose majestic
pricks he's also been intimately involved with. Each drawing showed
the black studs with jutting erections.


"Why you've outdone yourself. These are all
very good. I know Dan. That's a very good likeness of his uncut dick.
And here's Lane and his mushroom shaped cockhead that's
so much bigger than his shaft."


Brenda and his mom discussed each of the 9 black men he'd
sketched. Paying particular attention to the features
of their large erections and other significant masculine features
captured by her now well sissified son. He'd experienced each
of their big fuck tools several times. His mother had only been with
5 of them.


"Then you think I should continue to sketch each
new dick I encounter?"


"Why of course, sweetie. And add a little footnote
about what you liked best about sucking his cock. You know, if
I didn't know any better, I think you have grown fond
of nigger dicks." She said giggling.


"I ... I guess so." Brenda blushed as he spoke.
His admission was embarrassing him. " It just sort of,
you know, happened. At ... At first, I thought it was nasty and perverted
to do it and just another punishment I had to endure. But...
But after you showed me how easy it was to suck his thing and ..."
"Dick dear, not thing. Remember Mistress Rose telling
you to say dick from now on?"


"Thanks for reminding me. Well, as I was about to
say, I sort of enjoyed sucking his smooth hard shaft and smooth
swollen shiny dickhead. I also found his sperm, er, I mean his cum,
didn't taste that bad either. And then after sucking
his and other men's cum from you and my wife's, er I mean
Mistress Rose's pussy, I guess I've developed a taste for it. And then
as he passed me around to more and more of his friends, I got to
know them pretty good, and, well, got to liked sucking their
big dicks and having them shove 'em up my bottom. They seem to
get so much pleasure out of me sucking them off and ... and fucking me,
it ... it makes feel good knowing I ... I make them feel good."



"That's so sweet, and you should feel good about
yourself baby."


After having gotten him to open up and talk, his mother
beamed with pride as her effeminate son described features
he adored about black dicks and how he liked fondling and orally
administering to them.


"If a stud wants me to blow him with his cock stuck
through his fly, I'll of course do so, but I really like it best
when his whole crotch is open. You see ... I like to nuzzle around
the base of his .. ..his dick and lap his soft hairy balls."



"I agree with you dear, open crotch is definitely
better. It definitely allows you greater freedom to show the man
how appreciative you are for having the opportunity to give
him head."








CHAPTER 7








Brenda, gagged and trussed up tightly as a Thanksgiving
turkey, felt so helpless on the whipping horse. The anticipation of waiting was almost as bad as the actual
punishment. Suddenly, heard voices and footsteps approaching.


"The judge wanted me to verify that the instrument
you're currently using is delivering the impact performance
she feels is required. That is why I requested this little demonstration
Rose. Good I see you have the subject secured as I requested."



The mock state disciplinarian inspector opened the case
she was carrying to reveal a variety of flagellation instruments,
neatly arranged and secured by clip fasteners.


"You're not going to use those ... he's so
fragile." Sputtered Brenda's mother as she gasped in horror
at the array of pain inflicting instruments.


"So this is the mother? If she's getting the
same treatment as her son, judging by her attitude, I sense your knotted
extension cord is losing its effectiveness. A properly
trained subject would know not to make such an impolite outburst."



"My apologies, Ms. Burnman. We recently took her
off the regular treatment that her son was receiving because her,
er, assets were being interfered with due to the healing time
of her bottom. However, you're quite right, I do believe
she's forgotten the purpose of these treatments."


Ms. Burnman then turned to address Brenda's mother.
"You see a properly trained subject understands
that he or she has no say so over the instrument of treatment. The subject's only concern should be to learn the lesson
of obedience and to willingly adjust its attitude and behavior as required.
What is your name?" She spoke her name meekly, cowed
by the woman's obvious air of authority.


"Well Ann, are you saying your son is more fragile
than you, a woman?"


"Er, I just meant ma'am ... er ... that he's
a delicate lad and ..."


"And that he wasn't man enough to take such treatment?"
"Well ma'am , er, not quite in those words, but
... but something like that." Replied Brenda's mother
as she stammered before the imperious Ms. Burnman.


"Would you say you're softer than your son?"



"Er, yes ma'am, a little bit softer."


"Well then Rose, to show his mother that we're
not out to harm her mollycoddled son, but rather to rehabilitate
him, what would you say if we asked his mother to be our pre-tester.
That is, we test each, er, impact instrument, blow for blow,
on her first and then on the main subject. That way, if it shows
we're being over effective on Ann, then we'll know we're
close to our target affectivity on the subject."


"Excellent idea Ms. Burnman. Well Ann, do you agree
to be a good mother and be a pre-tester for Brenda?"


Feeling tricked and outsmarted, Ann looked dumbfounded.



"Ma'am, you .. you mean I .. I have to get be ..."



"Ann, think of as sharing a significant experience
with your son. I understand this is not new to you, is it not?"
Ms. Burnman asked the terrified Ann.


"No but ..."


Ann was cut off before she could finish.


"You do want us to have the right impact prescription
for your baby - your mama's boy, don't you?"



"Yes ... Yes ma'am, but ..." Ann was now
trembling slightly at the thought of being lashed again.


"There's no time for hee hawing, the only butt
we need here is yours."


Brenda could hear but could do or say anything but listen
and cry at was being imposed on his mom.


Ann stood there like a deer caught in the headlights as Ms.
Burnman approached her staring deeply into her eyes.


"Ann, a good mother would do this for her son. You're
a good mother aren't you?" Ms. Burnman, a half
a head taller than Ann, placed her hands on Ann's shoulders as she stood
directly in front of her.


Visibly trembling and to choked up to speak, Ann nodded
affirmatively before the well dressed imperious Ms. Burnman.
"Good! I know you're just nervous from being
anxious to help out, so let me help you off with your clothes."


Almost before she realized it the woman had stripped her
nude except for garter belt and nylons.


As Ms. Burnman unhooked and let Brenda's mother's
ample tits fall free, Ann was surprised at the liberties the assertive
woman took as she handled her large mammary endowments.



"My, you definitely should have no problem getting
men to sink their tools in you. Nice tits, soft chubby ass, and
a big fuzzy bush, just what some men would love to work on."



"She has, shall we say, plenty of black men who find
much use for her assets every night." Spoke Rose smugly,
who had been silent just watching Ms. Burnman, in reality a friend of
hers, expertly con and cower Brenda's mom into submission.



"Good for you Ann. I just hope you're not wasting
all that jism. Are you getting your mama's boy to suck it
out of your pussy? It's good for prissy namby wambies like
your son to taste the dick cream of real men. It really helps them stabilize
their lives."


"Don't worry Ms. Burnman, at my insistence,
his mother started her baby on that some time ago and it has benefited
him greatly, so much so, he's had the confidence to start
sucking big black dicks. And I must add, she was there when he sucked
his first dick and swallowed his first load of hot scum."



"That's so wonderful and touching. Ann, I knew
you were a good mom and mentor. Now c'mon over here so we can get
you comfy." Ann felt so humiliated, as the woman led her
by the hand. Yet deep within, something was telling her she deserved
what was happening to her.


Since there was only one whipping horse, Rose and Ms. Burnman secured Brenda's mother to a large heavy table.
She was bent forward over it with her arms and legs chained to the
four stout legs. They used a ball gag to complete their work.



"Rose you must get another horse for Ann. I think she'd
be more comfortable and also be by her son's side at this
important time. And since we'll be doing these reviews every
few months for the next seven years, I'm sure it'll be well
utilized."


"You're so right Ms. Burnman. I'm sure she
won't mind turning an extra trick or two a night to pay for it. That is
with her being the good mom she is."


"I'm sure you're correct Rose, especially
since she's been an excellent role model for Brenda."





CHAPTER 8


"Well Rose, your venerable extension cord passed
the test, but as I showed you, in order for you to get the same size welts
I get with the single braid short whip, you have to really
exert yourself and swing twice as hard. But as long as you do and
get the excellent results you are, I must approve you to continue
to use it. However, I'm certain the affectivity will
not last beyond the next evaluation period. In the mean time, I'd
suggest you phase in the single braid and the crop. After that, I'm
sure we will work our way to a light cane."


Mistress Rose thanked Ms. Burnman and chatted while she
repacked her case of pain inflictors.


"They were so quiet, I almost forgot about then while
we were talking technical stuff Rose." Spoke Ms. Burnman
as she walked toward the back of the room where Brenda and his mother
were still bound and gagged. They were both cried out and
were only quietly whimpering as a result of the severe testing
that'd been done on their asses, which were a maze of purple and
blue and red welt marks.


"It was such a pleasure meeting both of you and whipping
on your asses. Ann you've nothing to worry about, your
mama's boy has quite a robust set of ass cheeks. I've asked his
wife to slowly increase his prescription of discipline, he'll
notice the increased impact of the new instruments, but rest assured,
this will keep the judge satisfied and your son out of prison."



"Thank Ms. Burnman Brenda and Ann for all the help
she's been." Rose said as she un-gagged her effeminized
subjugated husband and his enslaved mother.


"Th ... sob ... thank you ... for helping my ... sob
... my son." Ann meekly spoke as she sobbed and tried to slowly
stand up after being released.


Brenda followed suite with his thanks as his wife let him
remained bound, indicating she wanted his ass to air cool
another half hour before any salve was applied, which was to be done
by his mother.


Ms. Burnman asked Ann to walk with her and Rose to the door.
"Ann you're to be congratulated for sticking
by and supporting your son the way you have. Even thought he's
27 and married to a fine woman like Rose, you're doing a good
job of weaning him from your apron strings to Rose's control.
Secondly, your instilling in him that being whipped by his wife is
just a normal part of a loving marriage, and a further sign that
you're an excellent mother for your mama's boy."


Ann blushed and thanked Ms. Burnman for her sincere compliments, not knowing it was all Ms. Burnman could do
not to crack up laughing at Ann who was something of a simpleton
anyway. Ms. Burnman's curiosity was raised as she decided
to dump some more on her to see if Rose was right about how stupid Ann really
was.


"And lastly Ann, I know you're a simple and insignificant
woman, but I must say your teaching your baby to suck fuck
slop from your cunt, and how to suck big black dicks, puts you
in a class by yourself." Smirked Ms. Burnman as she spoke.



"You're too kind ma'am, but I can't
take all the credit, Mistress Rose and Mr. Willis really are responsible for
me knowing what was the proper things to do to help keep my son
out of jail and to keep the judge satisfied that the probation
would work out."


"Anyway, keep up the good work and continue to be
the fine roll model for him by giving your pussy to many different
black men. Let him know he can do the same thing with his pussy mouth
and ass. Rose you did say you wanted him to get out more with
a lot of the black men you're dating right?"


"Oh yes! Most definitely, and his mother has been
most supportive of me. Haven't you Ann?"


"Oh yes! Mistress Rose knows that my baby is not that
good in bed, but he's good with his mouth, so I've been
working with him on that and she and Mr. Willis have found me so many dates.
I'd never been with black men before, now I seem to have
them wanting me every night. I really feel good after pleasing
them all when they come with their big hard things and need to
shoot off. Brenda loves pleasing their big dicks too."



CHAPTER 9





It was 3 AM Sunday morning and Brenda's mother was
just returning from a rowdy gangbang where she was the center
of attraction for 18 horny black laborers. She literally
looked like something the cat drug in, but she had the most blissful
smile on her face.


As she entered their combined bedroom, she dutifully
pulled the door tightly, which locked it. It could only could be
opened from the outside now.


She gently shook Brenda as she removed her jism stained
clothes.


"Hi mom, I must've dozed off. How did it go tonight?"



"Wonderful!"


"You do look happy and content."


"I am. I'd just turned my eighth trick when Mr.
Willis picked me up and took me to this farm, where 18 black laborers
had me for over six hours. They had me in every which way.
They were so horny."


"You certainly smell like they shot off a lot of cum."
As Ann pulled her semen soaked panties off, Brenda could
only gasp as the messy semen plastered mass of dense hair
that was his mother's pussy bush. The familiar cunt plug
stuck out noticeably from the fuzzy mass.


"Wow! I've never seen your muff so sticky with
fuck gook."


"And there's more inside me too baby. You're
gonna eat good tonight. C'mon and get it, I can see your mind is on tasting
my muff rather than listening at me. I'll just lay here
and let you suck my bush clean before you get to the main course."



And that's exactly what her sissified son did. His
mouth didn't emerge from her slimy soggy reeking muff until
a half hour later.


"That was delicious mom."


"Thanks baby. I've got two more surprises."



"Surprises?"


"Yes. The first is that when Mr. Willis was tallying
up the receipts tonight, he congratulated me on turning my 1, 006th
trick tonight. A good gang bang couldn't nave been a better
way to do it."


"Oh mom, I'm so happy for you."


The two embraced.


His mother held up a little key and asked him if he knew what it was.


"It . It's the key to my chastity belt. Where
... Where did you ..."


"And the other surprise honey is that as a way of celebrating my achievement, he and Mistress Rose wanted
you to share this occasion with me, sort of a reward for your sustained
good behavior. You can finally put it in baby. Isn't
that nice of them?"


Brenda was so excited as his mother opened the lock on the
confining device. As soon as he was free of it, he was in his
mother's arm and eagerly fucking her with reckless
abandon, not giving the least thought to morals or incest. His only focus
was on enjoying the object that he'd mentally lusted after
for so long as they shared the tiny room cell. He recounted the
countless times he'd sucked her out and paid homage
to her with his tongue.


He didn't last but four minutes, but too had a most
blissful expression on his face as he laid in his mother's embrace
panting and settling down from the super come he'd experienced.



"Was it good baby?"


"Great mom."


"Well baby, how does it feel to be a mother fucker?"



The two laughed.


After being the dutiful son and sucking his jism from his
mom's well used pussy, they laid back and savored the
moment.


Mentally, they both were celebrating the achievement
of something that they both had wanted to happen. They were
secretly thanking circumstances for helping it to occur.
Brenda relished being in his mother's arms as her lover and
so did she as his whore.


"Mother, thanks so much for sticking with me all
these months."


"You're welcome baby. That's what mothers
are for."


"I guess things have been a little tough on us, but
at least we have each other." Her son said softly as he sucked
on the tit his mom offered him.


"Yes dear, that's the important thing. we're
here for each other and you're not in some awful prison cell."



"You're right mother. I guess I have a lot to
be thankful for."


"We have baby. We have a lot to be thankful for. Your
wife and Mr. Willis have tricked and taken advantage of us, but
overall, we really couldn't be used by two nicer people."



"I thought the same thing. You know I .. I love Mistress
Rose deeply and even though she really beats my ass, I know
she loves me too."


"She does baby."


"And I think Mr. Willis cares for us too, even though
he's always putting us down."


"He does. I could tell that from the way he was so gentle
with you the first time he fucked you up the ass with his big
dick."


The two continued to talk on about the future six years
of probation to go and about their good fortune of being under
the control and rule of a dominant and abusive, but benevolent
black master and white mistress.

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