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331 mother begged him
331 Mother begged him Part 3
He asked her to sit at the kitchen table, wanted to know the effects the bra had had, wanted to know if she had enjoyed enduring during their time together that evening, the whole scenario. She smiled, said that, “she had found the evening stimulating, and excitingly uncomfortable,” and she had enjoyed giving him the thrill that he was seeking, she was surprised at him having involved Carlos, something they had seldom done and never with folk they knew, but as she was his to use, had she not proved that by wearing the clothes for him, so, it was just something she had endured for him as she would any mortal thing he wanted to do with or to her! His face reflected his amazement, it was quite a statement. Her next suggested perhaps he would understand more if she was too fetch the next album, to which he nodded his agreement, she scuttled away, and soon returned to sit next to him, the big old album on the table in front of them both.
She opened it at page 1, where to his amazement there was a full-page single picture of her, standing naked, smiling, on the steps to the lower garden, her hair perfect, her smile broad despite her being supported by bindings at the wrists to the posts of the ornamental rose trellis arch, her brother in law behind her with whip in hand. An obviously posed shot.
Trevor gave her a quizzical look, she nodded at the album, he turned the page. It and the next three pages taken from the rear, showed progressively the woman, his delightful mother, being beaten with that whip, hard.
Uncle Oliver laying it on with gusto, red welts across back, and buttocks, legs and shoulders alike, blood running in the last of the three, till her comatose body was limp in its bonds. He looked deep into her face, a slight smile on her lips, as she turned the pages once more.
The next again a full size A4 picture, this time from the front, her head still slumped u*********sly on her chest, her chastiser standing proudly like a hunter with a dead stag.
Again, he turned the page, this time 6smaller prints on the two pages. Three, showing close ups of her sex, running with wetness, her own cum trickling down her legs, then her smiling face, hair tousled from sweating, and a more distant shot of her, just limp and hanging still from her bonds. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled said “it had begun to rain so they left me to wash away the blood in the wet as they went for tea.” His jaw dropped as if to say something, but she turned the page and he was diverted to the next pictures, another three of the damp garden, the shower obviously over, his father now, kneeling to secure her feet open and forward of her body so she was leant back hanging on her bound wrists, her eyes on him, whip in hand, his intention obvious.
A close up of her damp sex, clit erect, another of her nipples erect too, a demonstration of her arousal. Her face expectant, eyes bright as diamonds, even this original type of coloured printing unable to supress the urgent expectation of her willing desires.
Another page, four prints each more savage than the last, cuts appearing on her breasts, in the first, her head thrown back screaming either in pain or extasy, who knows, as the leather bit. The next her belly with the same savage marks, then her legs, the last, cuts to her inner legs and the last on the next page, obviously, Oliver`s expert camerawork, as an A4 of the leather striking in close up between her labia was a perfectly timed picture of the leather hitting home, that said everything and you could feel her orgasmic screams in imagination without ever seeing the rest of her body or features.
The last pictures in the series were of her wounds, taken in the kitchen, and of her, obviously taken by timer, her damaged body d****d as if in thanks round her two attackers, smiling!
He looked at her in awe, not able to understand fully her need for such savage pain, yes, he could understand the enjoyment of light pain or discomfort such as the pin bra or bondage, but to enjoy this level of savagery was beyond him, and he said as much. She smiled a wan smile and said, “it was her tribute to the two men, the one thing she found she could give to her lovers!”
He asked if this was the ultimate, the hardest she had given, or received
To which she smiled then asked if he really wanted to see the rest.
He looked at her in a way that said he was afraid but fascinated. She suggested they went up to their bed, and she would fetch the box of other albums, and together they could explore her past, and he could make up his own mind.
She had hidden these one`s, a bundle of albums in a box hidden in a blanket chest at the foot of her bed. These were red covered, and all the same looking part of a deal now long forgotten no doubt to sweeten old Oliver`s palm by somebody hoping to get a contract for supply albums!
On the front of each one was a letter, a, b, c, etc Trevor`s eyes bulging from his head as she pushed them onto the foot of the bed, arranging them in order. “my god mother, you have been a busy girl!”
She explained that “some of the milder ones had been sold to a magazine in the U.S. of A, but from about E onward they were deemed too hot for that particular mag, so they have never been seen by anyone else. His jaw dropped once more, his mother a porn star it was too much!
The first few were just pin up pickies, some after album C were in bondage.
E turned out to be devoted to urine, in fact a caption, the first he had seen in Oliver`s neat hand, said as a title inside the cover ‘taking the piss!’ it was as the thing said, just that, one and sometimes two cocks watering a lightly clad upper body, neck and occasionally tongue. F however concentrated on urine going into her body, through all three orifices, her face not once showing distaste for the fetish. And in fact, looking as though she relished the feelings. G and H were bondage, H especially dealing with the long-term bondage stuff, June explaining each picture as if it was yesterday`s snapshot, of her k**dies on a beach! Comments like “oh now then they strung me up all night!” and “that night I had needles in my nipples and was left all night on the exam bench, the pain wore off, but I was oh so bloody tired next day!”
Mesmerised he flipped through the books, needles, clamps, straps, bondage, the list was endless, the ‘P‘ album covered her pregnancy, his mother her belly swollen followed in picture during the whole period, the whole procedure, milking her lactating breasts using a goat pump was included, and a sequence during the actual birth, dad acting as midwife as it came on so quickly at the end! She saying it was on this very bed. By now he had tired of pictures, lumping the albums in two piles, seen and unseen as yet, back on the blanket box, he took her hard and fast. Twice more during that night he had her, confident now she would bear any pain he cared to administer, he dug in his nails during each successive tryst, tomorrow, he was busy all day, but Saturday… now Saturday had possibilities.
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