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An Erotic Fantasy from the pen of Baron Darkside...
(Fantasy Number138D)
Awaiting Trial In The Dungeon . . .
It was dark in the room. Jason couldn't see a thing. He felt the cuffs bite into his wrists as his mother stepped into
the room and tugged him in behind her.
"Come in," she smirked, pausing for a second, "said the spider to the fly."
Uncertain where he was at and what surrounded him hidden in the darkness, Jason didn't move.
Suddenly the bright flare of a match flashed in front of him, temporarily blinding him.
Blinking in the bright burst of light, he watched his mother slowly put the match to the wick of a candle. With a
sputter, the wick caught and a soft, gentle halo of light spread across the room.
Looking around the room, Jason could make out vague, frightful shapes draped on the walls and hanging from the
ceiling. But it was hard to distinguish what they were by the light of a single candle.
"Can't you see?" he heard his mother chuckle as she picked up the candle and held it up into the air.
Pulling him along behind her like she was leading an animal to slaughter, she stopped to light another candle. Then
another. And another. As she lit more and more candles, the room slowly brightened and the macabre objects in
the room came into focus.
Jason was staggered by what he saw.
The room was full of every type of erotic toys he could imagine.
Chains, leather, and plastic contraptions of all sizes and shapes hung from the walls and ceiling of the room. The
chains, ominously hanging from the walls sparkled devilishly in the subdued light of the candles, while black and red
leather straps hung down sinisterly from the walls. Looking about fearfully, he saw that there were even more
menacing creations suspended from the ceiling.
It was plainly obvious that they were designed for the more prurient tastes of his mother's 'prisoners.'
An icy thought ran through his head as he stood staring at the implements of torture and pleasure.
He was now his mother's prisoner. A prisoner in her dungeon. A prisoner of the woman who had brought him into
the world. The woman who had nurtured him and cared for him all of his life. Never in a million years would he
have thought her capable of what she had shown him during the past few hours. But now, as he stood staring at
the implements of her love dungeon, he realized that he didn't know the woman at all. But then, you could never
know what a person was really like down deep inside their heart of hearts. Only they knew what they were like
inside.
But, now Jason was getting a shocking peek into his mother's heart of hearts and he had to admit that what he saw
there scared him a little bit.
Now that he was finding out just how little he did know about her, he was having second thoughts about letting her
have control. He didn't know just how far would she take this prisoner/dungeon thing?
Struggling with the unknown consequences of their wicked, forbidden tryst, he hadn't noticed that his mother had
finished lighting the candles.
Abruptly, he felt himself being jerked across the room. As he shuffled along behind her, he turned and saw another
wall covered with what had to be the largest collection of dildos in the world.
As he stared, openmouthed at the bizarre collection of sexual accouterments, he heard the rattle of metal scraping
over metal. Then, all at once, he felt his arms being tugged into the air.
"What in thu . . ." he sputtered as he heard the chilling snap of another lock snapping shut.
His head spinning, he found himself with his arms pulled above his head and his body pressed up against the warm,
padded basement wall. Finding himself defenseless was frightening enough, but realizing that it was his mother,
the mother he no longer knew, that had put him in such a position set off alarm bells in his head.
A prickle of fear shot up his spine as he watched her turn and smile at him.
"Well, my little fly," she laughed softly, slowly strolling over to a table in the center of the wall of dildos, "what do
you think?"
Jason was too bewildered to speak. All he could do was stand and gawk at her.
"Cat get your tongue?" she smirked.
"Don't you like it?" she grinned demonically.
He couldn't answer. His heart, lodged in his throat was making speech impossible, he could barely even breathe.
"Well, this is your home until the trial."
What did she mean by 'the trial' anyway? And just when would it be? Hours, days, weeks, months? When?
He tried to speak, but his mouth was filled with cotton and words wouldn't come out.
"Don't you find it funny," she said, smiling proudly, "that it has been down here all this time. Right under your nose
and you never knew it."
Smiling wickedly, she strolled over in front of him with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Stopping only inches from
him, she slowly lifted the top of her gauzy little babydoll up over her head and let it slither out of her fingers to the
floor.
"Like my tits?" she whispered, cupping the big, pendent mountains of flesh, lifting them up to him as she inched
closer to him.
"Yesss," he was finally able to croak as he strained against the restraints, wishing he could grab hold of the big
mountains of tit flesh.
"Wouldn't you love to touch them? Squeeze them? Stick your big cock between them?" she grinned mischievously,
running her hands over her breasts, cupping and lifting them teasingly.
"Oh, God," he gasped, rattling the chains as he tried to free his hands.
"Wouldn't you like to suck on my big, ripe nipples," she whispered, flicking the great, swollen paps as they jutted
out enticingly.
"I know you would, but . . ." she cackled, dropping her breasts and reaching down to his belt buckle.
With a quick flick, she jerked his belt out through the its loops and tossed it to the floor.
"But, down here, I make the rules," she grinned sadistically, popping open his pants.
"Actually, there is only one rule," she laughed insanely, roughly spreading his pants open, "MOM RULES."
"Understand?" she growled, grabbing his pants and tugging them down around his ankles.
"Yes," he groaned.
Staring into his eyes, she dug her fingernails into the tender flesh of his waist as she grabbed hold of the waistband
of his shorts.
"Good," she grunted, quickly shucking his shorts down his hairy, muscular legs.
As she did, his huge, hard cock flopped out into the open.
"Nice," she gurgled as his cock jumped and danced up and down wildly.
Before he knew what was happening, she slipped to her knees in front of him and was kissing the head of his
bouncing cock.
"God, Mother," he groaned, watching her big, full lips encircle and suck the head of his cock inside her mouth.
As he struggled lurching forward, she dropped her head down and sucked almost half of his rock-hard cock into her
hot, sucking mouth.
Jason was stunned as he watched her soft, red lips quickly slide down his throbbing barrel of meat.
Stopping with almost half of his ten incher inside her mouth, she gave his cock a few quick, hard sucks. Then, she
slowly let it oozed out from between her lips.
"You like that," she laughed, licking her lips tauntingly.
"Fuck, yes," he groveled, struggling against the steel restraints holding him away from her.
Grinning lecherously, she slowly rose to her feet again
"Good, because I love to suck cock. Especially, big, hard cocks like yours," she smirked, reaching up and grabbing
hold of the front of his shirt.
"We don't need this shirt," she grunted, jerking her hands apart and ripping the shirt open.
Jason heard buttons ping off the walls and floor as she laughed and tore the remnants of his shirt off.
Tossing the torn, ragged remnants of his shirt aside, she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him again. Just
as before, her head shot forward and she consumed at least six inches of his monstrous cock.
Digging her long, sharp fingernails into the cheeks of his ass, she held onto him as she sucked and toyed with his
hot, hard cock.
Jerking her head back, she let his twitching penis lurch up and down as she reached down and quickly tugged his
shoes, socks off.
He could already feel the tightening precursor of a cataclysmic eruption gathering in his balls when she suddenly
sucked him back inside her mouth.
"Your making me crazy," he gasped.
Leaning back, she let his prick slither out of her mouth as she looked up at him with a wild madness in her eyes.
"Good!" she cackled insanely, "I don't want to be the only crazy person down here."
Alarm bells sounded in his head again as he watched her slowly get to her feet.
Had she really slipped over the edge, he wondered fearfully. If she had he was in no position to stop her. There
wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He was her prisoner. Her prisoner and chained to the damn wall.
Smiling diabolically, she leaned against him, crushing her big, soft breasts against his chest.
Then, her lips found his and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Probing, touching, exploring him with her
tongue, she pressed herself against him in a most unmotherly fashion.
As he struggled against the restraints that held him, he felt his mother wrap another restraint around one of his
wrist. Already trapped and constrained by the handcuffs, he wondered why she was putting a second set of cuffs
around his wrists.
But he only pondered that puzzle for a moment as his mother continued to fuck his mouth with her tongue.
Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he probed the hotness of her mouth hungrily.
Dueling combatants, their tongues parried and slashed at each other as his mother hungrily ate his face.
His mouth plastered against hers, his tongue twisting and coiling inside her mouth, he barely felt his mother snap
the second constricting band around his other wrist.
Breathlessly, she abruptly tore her mouth from his and stumbled back away from him gasping for air.
Shaking her head, she smiled and reached up to the necklace around her neck.
Stepping up to him once again, she shoved herself up against him, flattening her breasts against his chest as she
reached above his head.
He felt her struggling with the handcuffs, and for one foolish moment he thought she was going to release him.
Smiling in relief, he felt the restricting coolness of the steel handcuffs slip from around his wrists.
Trying to flex his arms, he found he was still solidly anchored to the wall. Glancing up, he saw a pair of red, velvet
straps wrapped around wrists now. Straining as hard as he could against the restraints, he couldn't move his wrists
more than a half inch from the cushioned wall.
While he grappled with wrist bands, his mother fell to her knees in front of him and once again dove on his cock,
hungrily sucking half of it inside of her hot, slurping mouth. As Jason groaned out in anguish, she began moving her
head around in circles, twirling his cock around the inside of her hungry mouth.
"Fuck!" he gasped, hunching his hips forward, trying to drive his cock deeper into her mouth.
"Ummmmmmmm," she hummed, sucking and pulling on him with her mouth, but not letting him force his cock any
deeper.
Finally, she jerked her head back, letting his painfully stiff prick pop out of her mouth.
"Delicious," she laughed fiendishly.
As Jason's senses reeled from the ferocity of her attack on his cock, she quickly bent down and jerked his legs
apart. Shoving his heels back against the wall, she hurriedly snapped a band around one ankle.
He now had both wrists and one ankle securely bound to the wall.
Foolishly, in a tiny act of defiance, he kicked his other foot out away from the wall.
Laughing softly, she slowly reached up and grasped his dangling balls in her hand.
Looking into his eyes, she slowly began to squeeze his balls.
"Please put your foot back," she smiled at him, gradually increasing the pressure of her grip around his balls.
Staring down at her in rebellion, he felt his testicles begin to ache and shrivel as his mother continued to tighten
her grip on his balls.
"Mother, you're hurting me," he complained.
She didn't flinch. She just stared back at him with a cold, taunting grin on her face.
"Oh, really," she said, "I wonder why that is?"
"Mother," he groaned as her fingers tightened ever tighter around his aching balls.
"Remember what the rules are down here?" she murmured.
Still he fought back in a futile gesture of bravado.
"Put you foot back," she ordered him, squeezing even harder.
"Fuck," he blurted out, abruptly jerking his heel back against the wall.
"Very good," she smiled, releasing her hold on his aching testicles.
Staring down at her angrily, he didn't fight her as she quickly attached the other leg iron around his ankle.
Now, he found himself spread-eagled out against the wall with his arms and legs securely pinioned to the wall.
"That's better," his mother murmured, getting to her feet.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked, his voice cracking with anxiety.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see won't you," she trilled, walking over to the wall filled with all manner of
leather devices.
"Let's see," she said, pausing for a moment and then reaching out and pulling a muzzle down from the wall.
"This should keep you quiet," she grinned, holding the mask up for him to see.
"And this . . . well, you'll find out," she giggled, pulling down a sinister black leather strap with several shiny snaps
and fasteners on it.
Jason followed her with his eyes as she sauntered toward him with her big, floppy tits dancing and bobbing around
crazily.
It was quickly obvious that this wasn't the first time she had used this particular piece of equipment as she quickly
fitted the muzzle over his chin and mouth and snapped it closed.
He could only watch on in silence as she finished adjusted several of the straps and buckles on the monstrosity.
Stepping back away from him for a moment, she shook out the long leather strap.
Grinning evilly, she spread the leather noose at one end of it wide open. Slowly reaching down to his jutting
manhood, she teasingly slid the soft, leather strap around his pulsating cock. Easing it down the thick, hard shaft
of his cock, she delicately lifted his big, dangling balls and pushed the strap down under them.
Now, the black leather strap was wrapped securely around the base of his cock and balls. Ever so slowly, his
mother began to pull on the strap of black leather, tightening it around his cock and pulling his balls up next to the
rigid shaft of his cock. She continued to pull it tighter and tighter as Jason felt his balls begin to ache from the
pressure.
Apprehensively, Jason stared down at his throbbing cock as it slowly began to darken. It was obvious that the strop
was so tight it was constricting the blood flow from his imprisoned prick and testicles.
Still pulling the cord tighter and tighter, his mother took his hard, swollen penis in her hand and gently pressed it up
against her cheek.
Closing her eyes, she rubbed the big, discolored thickness of his cock against her cheek as her tongue flicked out
and tickled the aching tightness of his bulging balls.
Gradually, she licked her way onto his cock as the ache inside his balls became worse and worse. Speechless, he
watched as her small, pink tongue flicked its way toward his plum colored cock head. His whole cock had already
changed from a dark pink to a light purple. Still the pressure increased as she pulled black leather constrictor
tighter and tighter. Finally, she eased her mouth down around the bloated roundness of his cold cockhead.
The bloated, swollen plum of his cockhead burst into fire as her hot, sucking lips closed down around it. As the
heat of her mouth enveloped his throbbing penishead, felt like he was going to faint.
Like a starving calf, his mother assaulted his cock, sucking and pulling on it hungrily.
But, even as she devoured his cock, the aching tightness around the base of his cock increased. Tighter and tighter,
she pulled the noose, until the pressure was so great, he knew that she was going to pull his cock out by its root.
But his mother seemed oblivious to his pain as she continued to hungrily slurp on his cock.
Harder and harder, she sucked on him as his cock turned darker and darker purple.
Jason squirmed with an agonizing mixture of pain and pleasure, but was powerless to do or say anything to stop
her.
Then, suddenly, she let go of the strap and grabbed hold of his cock with both hands.
The pressure disappeared. A flood of pure, sweet relief exploded inside his balls as the strop dropped to the floor
with a rattle.
"Unnnnggghhhhhhhh," he grunted as he felt his balls begin to melt and flow into her hot, sucking mouth.
He had never felt anything like it. It was as if she was literally sucking the insides of his balls into her mouth.
A warm cocoon of pleasure settled down around his cock as the creamy contents of his testicles began to trickle into
her mouth. Instead of the hot stinging spasms of pleasure that usually accompanied his ejaculation, there was only
a steady gush of pleasure pouring from his cock and balls.
Then, finally, ecstasy wracked his body as he felt his cock begin to jerk and kick as it began to spurt out its frothy
load into his mother's hot, clutching mouth.
The warm softness of the pleasure soon became hot bolts of sheer delight as gob after gob of his potent semen
spurted out into her mouth.
It seemed, for a while that he had an endless supply of thick, hot cum, but at last, he felt his cock stop spurting.
As it did, his legs gave way and he slumped down, held upright only by the wrist and ankle bands. Otherwise, he
would have fallen flat on his face.
Hanging from the wall lifelessly, he watched as his mother eased her mouth off his shrinking manhood and looked
up at him.
Grinning wickedly, she got to her feet.
He couldn't move as he lay pinned to the wall like some giant butterfly in some mad scientist's collection of mutant
insects.
"Nice. Very nice," his mother smiled, as she slowly ran her tongue around her lips, licking away a few drops of his
cum that had escaped her ravenous mouth.
Tiredness settled over his body as he swam in the wonderful afterglow of his eruption. All he wanted to do was
sleep. Sleep and dream of his mother sucking his cock.
His eyelids were becoming too heavy to keep open. Slowly, they closed.
If he had kept them open, he would have seen his mother select another diabolical piece of equipment from the
wall.
Stepping back in front of him , she knelt down.
Jason abruptly caught another strong whiff of Angel's Kiss and fought to open his eyes.
At last, they fluttered open and he saw his mother kneeling down in front of him.
Looking up at him, she smiled wickedly and reached out to his thick, heavy softness.
What was she doing now, he wondered, his mind still drugged from his orgasm.
He felt her gently lift his shrunken prick and watched on in shocked stillness as she wrapped a red, leather strap
around the top of his scrotum. As she moved her fingers back away from his dangling balls, he saw that his balls
were now separated from his cock by a band of red leather. And hanging down from it were two more red straps.
"What am I doing?" she tittered, smiling up at him and seeing the confusion in his eyes, "Is that what you want to
know?"
Nodding his head up and down quickly, he watched her reach down and pick up a round steel ball about the size of a
tennis ball encapsulated in a web of red leather.
"Oh, I like big, dangling balls," she laughed, attaching the weight to one of the straps dangling down from the
tether circling his balls. "The same way you like my, big, floppy tits."
He immediately felt a dull, constricting ache in his balls as she let go of the steel ball. Gawking down between his
legs, he watched his own balls being squeezed down into a tight, round ball of shiny flesh about the size of a
baseball. Then, she leisurely picked up the other steel globe of shiny metal and attached it to the other dangling
strap. As she gently released her hold on the second ball, he saw his balls shrink down to the size of a tennis ball.
A tennis ball that was being scrunched down so tightly, it was slowly turning purple.
The steel balls pulling on his testicles must have weighed ten pounds apiece, he thought as it felt like his balls
were being ever so slowly pulled out by their roots.
"There," she laughed demonically as she stood up. "They ought to hang down nice and low by the time I get back."
"Ngnngggghhhhhhhhhh," he blathered into the mask, impotently
"I'll be back in a while," she grinned, reaching down and giving his hardening prick a squeeze. "See you are already
getting hard."
"Ngnngggghhhhhhhhhh," he uselessly growled again as he watched her turn and clop across the room with her hips
swinging absurdly from side to side.
"See ya," she laughed as she ducked down and stepped out of the room.
SHE WAS GONE! How could she leave him alone like this?
The ache in his balls steadily grew worse as he impatiently waited for her to return.
It had to be some insane joke. She wouldn't really leave him alone like this.
Glancing down, he was afraid that he would see his balls lying on the floor, pulled by their roots, but instead, he
saw that his cock was hard again.
But this time, its hardness wasn't the result of excitement. It was the result of blood flowing into it that couldn't
escape. Oh, God, what if I get gangrene and they have to cut it off.
Fear fueled by the pain produced a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he glared down at the deepening purple of his
cock.
Then all at once, his whole body was bathed in sweat.
His cock grew harder and harder from the ingestion of blood as the purple grew deeper and deeper in color. The
head of his cock now looked like a ripe plum.
The ache was becoming a stabbing pain. The pain filled his whole groin with agony as he waited helplessly.
What was she trying to do to him? Was she trying to maim him for life for fucking her? Was this her revenge on
him for defiling her? Was this her way of telling him that he should never have dishonored his mother?
When was she going to come back?
Time crawled by as the gnawing pain in his testicles turned fiery.
But still she didn't come back.
Straining against the bonds, he groaned and moaned to no avail as the shackles held him securely attached to the
wall. Then as he lurched to try and escape, he jostled the balls and made them pull down even harder.
A nauseous bubble of misery welled up from his belly as he willed the steel balls to stop moving.
There was no relief when they did stop and the pain became so great, he began to cry.
Tears began to flow, mingling with the sweat to form a stream dripping off his chin. The sweat in his eyes stung,
but he was afraid to move. Afraid the steel balls would move again and de-root him.
"Oh, we're not going to be a cry baby are we?" he heard as his mother laugh from across the room.
SHE WAS BACK! SHE WAS BACK TO SAVE HIM!
"Hrrrzzzzzzzzzzz," he groaned futility.
"Hurts?" she asked, seeming oblivious to his pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she grinned, obviously not troubled by his predicament.
"Does Baby want Mommy to take it off?" she smirked, slowly strolling over to where he stood spread-eagled against
the wall.
Jason's head went up and down furiously as he tried to convince her of the terrifying and grisly severity and of the
situation.
Blinking through the pain and tears, Jason saw that his mother was naked.
"Well, okay," she said teasingly, "I'll take it off."
Leisurely, she reached down and fingered one of the shiny silver balls.
"I like the way your balls look. All tight and purple and everything."
"Mmpphhhsssssss," he shouted into the mask as she delicately scratched the skin that was stretched agonizingly
taut over his testicles.
"Oh, okay," she grinned, unhurriedly lifting one of the gleaming balls and disconnecting it from the torturous
apparatus.
"Gddddddddddd," he groaned into the mask as the pain inside his testicles lessened slightly.
Deliberately taking her time, she ever so slowly lifted the other ball up and disconnected it from the device. Finally,
cupping his tortured balls in her hand, she unsnapped the leather band that encircled his balls.
The skin of his scrotum, stretched and protracted by the prolonged pull of the two heavy, steel balls was now the
color of cherries.
His cock was still hard and stiff jutting out above the dangling balls.
Smiling insolently, his mother bent down and sucked his jutting maleness into the mouth again.
The pain and torment slowly disappeared in a gentle swelling of pleasure as his mother lovingly sucked on his cock.
As she sucked on him, she gently, tenderly fondled his dangling, tortured balls.
The torture of before was quickly replaced with a wondrous feeling of joy. She had saved his testicles. Saved them
from being slowly pulled from his body.
The fact that she had put him in that predicament earlier somehow escaped his mind now.
She had stopped the pain. She had made it go away and now she was bringing him pleasure again.
As he slumped down against the restraints in relief, he watched his mother let his cock slither out of her mouth.
As he looked up wearily, she stepped over to the side of the table and reached up to a row of buttons. Grinning at
him, she began to push buttons.
Jason heard a creaking groan of machinery behind him and felt the wall begin to move. Slowly, the wall creaked
forward and then began tilting backwards as it traveled forward.
What in the hell was going on now, he wondered as he felt himself being tipped backward.
At least he didn't have to worry about falling, he thought, as the tethers around his wrists and ankles held him
securely fastened to the wall.
"Baby going bye-bye," his mother laughed as the wall continued to move and tilt backwards.
Finally, he found himself lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as the wall stopped moving.
It was then that he saw the big, swinging cradle above him. It reminded him of the baby swing that he had when
he was a little baby. Except this one was made of leather and it was much bigger. Big enough for an adult. Big
enough for his mother.
"Remember when you were a little baby and I used to swing you in your little swing?" she asked him, reaching up
and pulling down a little electrical box with a wire running up to the swing.
"Unnnnhhhhh," he uselessly tried to communicate with her through the leather of the muzzle.
He watched her stab a red tipped finger into one of the buttons on the switch and heard a motor whir. Looking up
above his head, he watched the leather swing quickly move down toward him.
"But this time, I get to swing," she laughed as the contraption dropped lower and lower.
Suddenly, it thudded down onto the table by Jason's head.
Grinning lecherously, his mother quickly crawled up onto the table.
Picking up the swing, she pushed another button and the swing started rising back up into the air. After a couple of
seconds, she stopped it.
Holding onto the swing with her hands, she carefully slipped one foot through the contrivance. After several quick
adjustments, she raised her other leg and slipped her foot into the device. Now she was now suspended above the
table, slowly swinging back and forth above him.
Then his eyes found the opening in the bottom of the swing. And there in the center of the opening was his
mother's cunt; glistening wetly in the light of the candles.
The straps and bindings of the swing held her legs pressed up against her big tits leaving her pussy totally
vulnerable from below.
"Like the view," she giggled as she slowly swayed above him.
"Ummmmmmuhhhss," he choked out against the mask.
"Well, I hope so," she grinned, pushing another button on the switch in her hand.
Jason watched on, awaiting what he hoped would happen.
His mother slowly descended down toward him with her defenseless cunt poised directly above his cock. As she
slithered down toward him, his cock began to jump and twitch helplessly.
Lower and lower she sank, until the glistening opening of her vagina was poised only a couple of inches above his
twitching prick.
"Oh, he looks like he is excited," she tittered as she reached down and took hold of his prick.
Gently lifting his lurching cock, she quickly fitted its swollen head up into the drooling opening of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she sighed as the head of his cock slithered up into her drooling pit.
Then Jason saw her push another button and her cunt slowly slithered down, swallowing his cock all the way down
to its hairy hilt.
Then, just as the lips of her cunt squished down around the base of his cock, she stabbed another button. The
swing stopped its downward plunge, leaving his cock completely buried up inside her cunt.
"I love it," Jason heard his mother whisper as she pushed another button.
A motor whirred and he felt his mother's pussy begin to move upward, slowly disgorging his prick as the swing
pulled his mother upward.
Up, up and then, just when he thought his cock was going to pop out of the hot, hungry channel of her cunt, she
pushed another button and everything stopped.
"Now," she laughed, pausing for a moment. "It is programmed. All we have to is enjoy."
With that, she pushed still another button and the motor began to hum and buzz. Quickly, his mother's tight,
gulping cunt enveloped his cock, sliding down until he felt her cunt lips around the base of his cock. Then her cunt
quickly jerked back up, regurgitating his cock until only the cock head was inside her. Then the motor groaned again
and her cunt squished back down onto him. Up and down, up and down, the motor worked as his mother sat in the
swing, her head thrown back, obviously enjoying the feel of his monstrous cock invading her cunt over and over
again.
Jason stared up at his mother as she was pulled up and down by the machine. He couldn't believe that this was
happening to him. It was preposterous. Only in his wildest dreams would it happen. But it was . . .
As she lurched up and down above him, she slowly twirled around in a circle so that every time her cunt slithered
down on his cock, she was in a different position. One time she was facing him; then she was slightly turned away;
then his cock was sliding in sideways; then he was fucking her from behind; then she slowly rotated around to face
him again.
As her cunt swallowed him and spit him out over and over again, he could feel the stock-pile of cum inside his
gonads rolling and seeking release. But still, her hot cunt continued to suck and milk at his cock.
His mother, lewdly held up by the bizarre contraption, descended, dropping down on his cock until the entire length
of his thick hardness was buried up inside her. Suddenly, just as the lips of her cunt settled down around the base
of his cock, she stabbed her finger into the control panel. The downward motion of the swing stopped and his
mother began to slowly spin around in a circle.
As she did, she clamped down on his prick with her cunt. Jason had never felt anything like it. Her pussy wasn't
traveling up and down now, but instead it was twirling around. With his cock inside her.
He could feel the tight squeezing and pulling on his throbbing cock as his mother milked him with her cunt. At the
same time, she began to spin around faster and faster. Soon she was twirling round and round like a spinning top,
as she sucked on him with her hungry cunt.
Struggling to free himself, he groveled underneath his pirouetting mother only to feel the trip hammer break inside
his balls, loosing a gigantic geyser of creamy, hot cum up into his mother's twirling vagina.
"Aiiieeeeeouuuuuu," she screeched, stabbing at the button with her finger.
His mother lurched to a stop as Jason's balls spasmed and fired another volley of hot, thick cum up into her
clutching vagina.
The swing began to shake and quiver as his mother was whisked away into a mighty orgasm of her own.
Chains rattled and leather squeaked as she twisted and writhed above him. But he continued to grunt and thrust
himself up into her as his cock spurted and spit out its lethal load into her drenched pussy.
Again and again, Jason's giant prick kicked and shot its hot, creamy load into her. There was so much of it, it soon
began dripping down out of her drenched cunt and splashed down on his abused balls.
Still, the grunted and snorted, connected together in incestuous union. At last, with one final gasp, Jason felt his
balls go empty.
Then with one last squeeze of her pussy on his cock, Jason's mother sighed and sank back down into the swing as
Jason's cock rapidly shrank back down to normalcy.
As his shriveling cock began to retreat down the soaked channel of her cunt, his mother tweaked another button and
the motor whined again. Ever so slowly, she lifted up off of him, until his lifeless penis slowly slithered out of her
cunt and flopped down onto his belly.
"Ohhhhhh," she giggled as at least a cup of thick, foamy syrup gushed out of her cunt and splashed down onto his
thighs.
"That was fun," she grinned down at him.
Trying to catch his breath, Jason watched his mother slowly disentangle herself from the swing.
After a few moments, she stood looking down at him as she sent the swing back up to the ceiling.
"Did you like it?" she giggled.
Staring up at her, she seemed to be ten feet tall, he thought as he slowly nodded his head.
Then she knelt down and slipped off the table. Jason followed her with his eyes as he watched her squat over a
bidet in the corner of the room.
As he watched, she smiled at him and turned the water on. They stared at each other as Jason listened to the
trickle of the water washing away their sins.
When she finally stood up, Jason saw water dripping down from her womanhood.
She laughed when she saw him staring down at her.
"What's wrong," she asked him, casually strolling back over to where he lay, "haven't you ever seen a woman use a
bidet?"
He could only shake his head back and forth in answer.
"How about a little snack," she said softly, crawling up onto the bed by him.
"Unhuh," he mumbled against the leather bindings as she reached up and unsnapped the mask.
As she pulled the awful leather mask from his face, he took in a long, deep breath of fresh air.
"That better?" she laughed, throwing one long, shapely leg over him.
She was now straddling his face and he found himself staring straight up into the wet, glistening pinkness of her
gaping womanhood. It was a wondrous sight to behold. The meaty gash slowly descending down toward his lips.
As it came closer, Jason could see that the big, fleshy lips were red and swollen with blood. The sight sent a shiver
of excitement knifing through his limp prick. And then the engorged lips of her cunt finally brushed over his own
lips.
The moment their lips touched, she reached down and grabbed hold of his hair and jerked his head up off the table.
Mumbling unintelligibly, she shamelessly shoved her pussy down onto his mouth and ground her cunt around his
mouth.
Wickedly, she rubbed the hot softness of her dripping cunt into his face, smearing her juices everywhere as, he
began to hungrily lap at her pussy.
Delighting in the wicked taste of her juices, Jason eagerly searched for the slippery ball of her clitoris.
"OHGOD," she suddenly gasped as his tongue found the quivering little nub.
Feeling the tiny hardness under his tongue, Jason began attacking it with a vengeance. Raking his rough tongue
back and forth across the fluttering little ball, he heard his mother purr with happiness.
As she writhed above him, Jason stared up through the forest of cunt hairs and watched her big, droopy breasts
wiggle and jiggle sexily as he devoured her.
Running his tongue around the hot softness of her drooling womanhood, he teased and sucked on the slippery little
bulb of her clitoris, tickling it with his tongue as her purring became louder and louder.
The movement of her body was growing more and more animated as he locked his lips around the fleshy little
projection and raked his tongue back and forth across it furiously.
Suddenly, she began to groan loudly.
"Ghnnnnn, Ghnnnnn, Ghnnnnn, Cooommmmeeee," she chanted as she frantically hunched herself into his face.
"Nowwwwwwww," she screamed, jerking on his hair and pulling his face into her lurching groin even harder.
Then as she held his face flattened against her pussy, her ass began to quiver and shake. Throwing her head back,
she gave out a primal scream as her whole body shook and quivered wildly.
Jason thought he was going to suffocate as she writhed atop of him for what seemed like an eternity, but, at last,
the jerky movement of her body began to slow.
Smothered by the wet softness of her cunt, Jason felt her slowly disentangle her fingers from his hair. His lungs
were aching for air when suddenly, she let go of his hair and his head dropped to the table.
Gasping for breath, he looked up at her heaving breasts.
"God, you give good head," she groaned.
Both of them puffed and panted for several moments before she slowly crawled off him.
Throwing her legs down off the table, she paused for a moment and then clopped onto the floor..
Staggering over to the wall, she jerked a couple of straps off the wall and lurched back over to where he lay
watching her.
"My turn now," she told him, stretching one of the straps across his chest and hurriedly snapping it to the table.
Wondering what she meant, he saw her stretch the other strap across his thighs and snap it into place.
Then with a mischievous grin, she reached down to the table and lifted it. Jason felt the bed spin in a vertical plane
until he suddenly found himself suspended and staring down at the floor. He was hanging upside down below the
table, held there by the leather straps.
As he hung there, he looked down his body and saw his lifeless penis dangling down from his groin.
What in the hell was his mother up to this time?
As if to answer his question, his mother slipped underneath the table and sat down on the floor. Scooting down a
little, she stopped when his flaccid prick was dangling down just above her head. With a grin, she quickly sucked
his hanging cock into her hot, sucking mouth.
This is too crazy, he thought as he felt the hot sucking heat of his mother's mouth pulling on his manhood.
This couldn't be happening to him. This kind of stuff only happened in the crazed mind of a madman. But even as
he denied that it was happening, he felt his cock beginning to respond.
After a few moments, she let his hardening penis slither out of her mouth.
"It's getting hard," she smirked, as it dangled above her head.
Easing it back into her mouth, she slowly began to suck more and more of it into her mouth. The more she sucked
inside her mouth, the harder and longer it grew until it was finally fully ripened and sticking straight down.
Scooting up directly underneath the thick, roundness of his cock, his mother arched her neck and once again began
to suck him into her mouth. As she forced her mouth farther and farther up the glistening shaft of his cock, he felt
the tingling head of his cock nudge up against the opening of her throat.
He felt a tiny gurgle of a gag contract her throat for a moment.
As it did, she stopped until the gagging reflex stopped. Then she began pushing up at him again.
As her full, red lips encircled the throbbing shaft of his cock, the restrictive opening of her throat tightened down on
the head of his cock.
It seemed to be stuck until all at once, the head of his cock, lubricated by her own spit squished down into her
throat.
"Guauuuunnnnnn," he heard her gag as the giant column of meat penetrated down into her throat.
Then his cock quickly slithered down into her mouth until her full, soft lips surrounded the hairy base of his cock.
He couldn't believe it. His mother had taken all of his cock down into her throat. His mother had deep-throated
him. She had sucked all ten inches of his cock down into her throat. God, how could she do it?
Then he felt the tight constriction of her muscles tightening down around his cock as she began to swallow and
swallow and swallow. Every time she swallowed, the tight rings of cartilage circling her throat worked up and down
on his cock, milking and pulling on him.
He had never felt anything so excitingly wicked. She was jacking him off with her fucking throat. His mother was
sucking him off with her throat.
As he watched her throat working up and down every time she swallowed, he could feel the lake of molten semen
inside his balls gathering for an eruption.
And she wouldn't even taste it, he thought. The cum would go right down into her stomach.
But as the eruption was gathering, his mother jerked her head back and let his cock pop out of her mouth.
Gasping for breath, she grinned up at him.
"Had to catch my breath," she trilled, "it was choking me."
Then, before he could speak, she hungrily sucked the giant, swollen head of his cock back into her mouth.
Sucking and pulling on it savagely with her mouth, she reached up and began to roughly stroke his cock.
"I'm, I'm going to, to cum, cum if you, you don't stop," he groaned as he felt her hot, sucking mouth attack the
sensitive head of his prick. "Gonna cum, gonna cum."
Spitting his giant prick out, she grabbed it with both hands and began to stroke it savagely.
"Do it," she cried out at him, "Fill my mouth with you sweet cream. Let me drink all your cum. Shoot it all into my
mouth. Empty your balls into my mouth. I want to taste you in my mouth."
As the last words left her mouth, she passionately sucked him back into her mouth.
That was all it took. The moment her mouth closed back down around his cock, the massive monster exploded,
sending out a gigantic gusher of his thick, virulent cum into her mouth.
"MMMMmmmeeessssssss," she mumbled out around the spasming shaft of his cock as it jerked and spurted out
another gigantic geyser of semen into her mouth. Then, as his body jerked and flounced against the restraints
holding him pinned against the table, his cock fired over and over again, filling her mouth with his rich cream until it
overflowed and flowed down her chin.
That was when Jason passed out . . .
The end of Fantasy 138D (Awaiting Trial in The Dungeon . . .)
Hope that you liked it. Only one more to go before we leave Jason and his mother, Carey to the own devices . . .
Be sure and join them when Jason goes on trial for . . . when they return in the final chapter - The Trial . . .
Til then, Cheers . . .
The Baron . . .
enjoy
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An Erotic Fantasy from the pen of Baron Darkside...
(Fantasy Number138D)
Awaiting Trial In The Dungeon . . .
It was dark in the room. Jason couldn't see a thing. He felt the cuffs bite into his wrists as his mother stepped into
the room and tugged him in behind her.
"Come in," she smirked, pausing for a second, "said the spider to the fly."
Uncertain where he was at and what surrounded him hidden in the darkness, Jason didn't move.
Suddenly the bright flare of a match flashed in front of him, temporarily blinding him.
Blinking in the bright burst of light, he watched his mother slowly put the match to the wick of a candle. With a
sputter, the wick caught and a soft, gentle halo of light spread across the room.
Looking around the room, Jason could make out vague, frightful shapes draped on the walls and hanging from the
ceiling. But it was hard to distinguish what they were by the light of a single candle.
"Can't you see?" he heard his mother chuckle as she picked up the candle and held it up into the air.
Pulling him along behind her like she was leading an animal to slaughter, she stopped to light another candle. Then
another. And another. As she lit more and more candles, the room slowly brightened and the macabre objects in
the room came into focus.
Jason was staggered by what he saw.
The room was full of every type of erotic toys he could imagine.
Chains, leather, and plastic contraptions of all sizes and shapes hung from the walls and ceiling of the room. The
chains, ominously hanging from the walls sparkled devilishly in the subdued light of the candles, while black and red
leather straps hung down sinisterly from the walls. Looking about fearfully, he saw that there were even more
menacing creations suspended from the ceiling.
It was plainly obvious that they were designed for the more prurient tastes of his mother's 'prisoners.'
An icy thought ran through his head as he stood staring at the implements of torture and pleasure.
He was now his mother's prisoner. A prisoner in her dungeon. A prisoner of the woman who had brought him into
the world. The woman who had nurtured him and cared for him all of his life. Never in a million years would he
have thought her capable of what she had shown him during the past few hours. But now, as he stood staring at
the implements of her love dungeon, he realized that he didn't know the woman at all. But then, you could never
know what a person was really like down deep inside their heart of hearts. Only they knew what they were like
inside.
But, now Jason was getting a shocking peek into his mother's heart of hearts and he had to admit that what he saw
there scared him a little bit.
Now that he was finding out just how little he did know about her, he was having second thoughts about letting her
have control. He didn't know just how far would she take this prisoner/dungeon thing?
Struggling with the unknown consequences of their wicked, forbidden tryst, he hadn't noticed that his mother had
finished lighting the candles.
Abruptly, he felt himself being jerked across the room. As he shuffled along behind her, he turned and saw another
wall covered with what had to be the largest collection of dildos in the world.
As he stared, openmouthed at the bizarre collection of sexual accouterments, he heard the rattle of metal scraping
over metal. Then, all at once, he felt his arms being tugged into the air.
"What in thu . . ." he sputtered as he heard the chilling snap of another lock snapping shut.
His head spinning, he found himself with his arms pulled above his head and his body pressed up against the warm,
padded basement wall. Finding himself defenseless was frightening enough, but realizing that it was his mother,
the mother he no longer knew, that had put him in such a position set off alarm bells in his head.
A prickle of fear shot up his spine as he watched her turn and smile at him.
"Well, my little fly," she laughed softly, slowly strolling over to a table in the center of the wall of dildos, "what do
you think?"
Jason was too bewildered to speak. All he could do was stand and gawk at her.
"Cat get your tongue?" she smirked.
"Don't you like it?" she grinned demonically.
He couldn't answer. His heart, lodged in his throat was making speech impossible, he could barely even breathe.
"Well, this is your home until the trial."
What did she mean by 'the trial' anyway? And just when would it be? Hours, days, weeks, months? When?
He tried to speak, but his mouth was filled with cotton and words wouldn't come out.
"Don't you find it funny," she said, smiling proudly, "that it has been down here all this time. Right under your nose
and you never knew it."
Smiling wickedly, she strolled over in front of him with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Stopping only inches from
him, she slowly lifted the top of her gauzy little babydoll up over her head and let it slither out of her fingers to the
floor.
"Like my tits?" she whispered, cupping the big, pendent mountains of flesh, lifting them up to him as she inched
closer to him.
"Yesss," he was finally able to croak as he strained against the restraints, wishing he could grab hold of the big
mountains of tit flesh.
"Wouldn't you love to touch them? Squeeze them? Stick your big cock between them?" she grinned mischievously,
running her hands over her breasts, cupping and lifting them teasingly.
"Oh, God," he gasped, rattling the chains as he tried to free his hands.
"Wouldn't you like to suck on my big, ripe nipples," she whispered, flicking the great, swollen paps as they jutted
out enticingly.
"I know you would, but . . ." she cackled, dropping her breasts and reaching down to his belt buckle.
With a quick flick, she jerked his belt out through the its loops and tossed it to the floor.
"But, down here, I make the rules," she grinned sadistically, popping open his pants.
"Actually, there is only one rule," she laughed insanely, roughly spreading his pants open, "MOM RULES."
"Understand?" she growled, grabbing his pants and tugging them down around his ankles.
"Yes," he groaned.
Staring into his eyes, she dug her fingernails into the tender flesh of his waist as she grabbed hold of the waistband
of his shorts.
"Good," she grunted, quickly shucking his shorts down his hairy, muscular legs.
As she did, his huge, hard cock flopped out into the open.
"Nice," she gurgled as his cock jumped and danced up and down wildly.
Before he knew what was happening, she slipped to her knees in front of him and was kissing the head of his
bouncing cock.
"God, Mother," he groaned, watching her big, full lips encircle and suck the head of his cock inside her mouth.
As he struggled lurching forward, she dropped her head down and sucked almost half of his rock-hard cock into her
hot, sucking mouth.
Jason was stunned as he watched her soft, red lips quickly slide down his throbbing barrel of meat.
Stopping with almost half of his ten incher inside her mouth, she gave his cock a few quick, hard sucks. Then, she
slowly let it oozed out from between her lips.
"You like that," she laughed, licking her lips tauntingly.
"Fuck, yes," he groveled, struggling against the steel restraints holding him away from her.
Grinning lecherously, she slowly rose to her feet again
"Good, because I love to suck cock. Especially, big, hard cocks like yours," she smirked, reaching up and grabbing
hold of the front of his shirt.
"We don't need this shirt," she grunted, jerking her hands apart and ripping the shirt open.
Jason heard buttons ping off the walls and floor as she laughed and tore the remnants of his shirt off.
Tossing the torn, ragged remnants of his shirt aside, she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him again. Just
as before, her head shot forward and she consumed at least six inches of his monstrous cock.
Digging her long, sharp fingernails into the cheeks of his ass, she held onto him as she sucked and toyed with his
hot, hard cock.
Jerking her head back, she let his twitching penis lurch up and down as she reached down and quickly tugged his
shoes, socks off.
He could already feel the tightening precursor of a cataclysmic eruption gathering in his balls when she suddenly
sucked him back inside her mouth.
"Your making me crazy," he gasped.
Leaning back, she let his prick slither out of her mouth as she looked up at him with a wild madness in her eyes.
"Good!" she cackled insanely, "I don't want to be the only crazy person down here."
Alarm bells sounded in his head again as he watched her slowly get to her feet.
Had she really slipped over the edge, he wondered fearfully. If she had he was in no position to stop her. There
wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He was her prisoner. Her prisoner and chained to the damn wall.
Smiling diabolically, she leaned against him, crushing her big, soft breasts against his chest.
Then, her lips found his and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Probing, touching, exploring him with her
tongue, she pressed herself against him in a most unmotherly fashion.
As he struggled against the restraints that held him, he felt his mother wrap another restraint around one of his
wrist. Already trapped and constrained by the handcuffs, he wondered why she was putting a second set of cuffs
around his wrists.
But he only pondered that puzzle for a moment as his mother continued to fuck his mouth with her tongue.
Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he probed the hotness of her mouth hungrily.
Dueling combatants, their tongues parried and slashed at each other as his mother hungrily ate his face.
His mouth plastered against hers, his tongue twisting and coiling inside her mouth, he barely felt his mother snap
the second constricting band around his other wrist.
Breathlessly, she abruptly tore her mouth from his and stumbled back away from him gasping for air.
Shaking her head, she smiled and reached up to the necklace around her neck.
Stepping up to him once again, she shoved herself up against him, flattening her breasts against his chest as she
reached above his head.
He felt her struggling with the handcuffs, and for one foolish moment he thought she was going to release him.
Smiling in relief, he felt the restricting coolness of the steel handcuffs slip from around his wrists.
Trying to flex his arms, he found he was still solidly anchored to the wall. Glancing up, he saw a pair of red, velvet
straps wrapped around wrists now. Straining as hard as he could against the restraints, he couldn't move his wrists
more than a half inch from the cushioned wall.
While he grappled with wrist bands, his mother fell to her knees in front of him and once again dove on his cock,
hungrily sucking half of it inside of her hot, slurping mouth. As Jason groaned out in anguish, she began moving her
head around in circles, twirling his cock around the inside of her hungry mouth.
"Fuck!" he gasped, hunching his hips forward, trying to drive his cock deeper into her mouth.
"Ummmmmmmm," she hummed, sucking and pulling on him with her mouth, but not letting him force his cock any
deeper.
Finally, she jerked her head back, letting his painfully stiff prick pop out of her mouth.
"Delicious," she laughed fiendishly.
As Jason's senses reeled from the ferocity of her attack on his cock, she quickly bent down and jerked his legs
apart. Shoving his heels back against the wall, she hurriedly snapped a band around one ankle.
He now had both wrists and one ankle securely bound to the wall.
Foolishly, in a tiny act of defiance, he kicked his other foot out away from the wall.
Laughing softly, she slowly reached up and grasped his dangling balls in her hand.
Looking into his eyes, she slowly began to squeeze his balls.
"Please put your foot back," she smiled at him, gradually increasing the pressure of her grip around his balls.
Staring down at her in rebellion, he felt his testicles begin to ache and shrivel as his mother continued to tighten
her grip on his balls.
"Mother, you're hurting me," he complained.
She didn't flinch. She just stared back at him with a cold, taunting grin on her face.
"Oh, really," she said, "I wonder why that is?"
"Mother," he groaned as her fingers tightened ever tighter around his aching balls.
"Remember what the rules are down here?" she murmured.
Still he fought back in a futile gesture of bravado.
"Put you foot back," she ordered him, squeezing even harder.
"Fuck," he blurted out, abruptly jerking his heel back against the wall.
"Very good," she smiled, releasing her hold on his aching testicles.
Staring down at her angrily, he didn't fight her as she quickly attached the other leg iron around his ankle.
Now, he found himself spread-eagled out against the wall with his arms and legs securely pinioned to the wall.
"That's better," his mother murmured, getting to her feet.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked, his voice cracking with anxiety.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see won't you," she trilled, walking over to the wall filled with all manner of
leather devices.
"Let's see," she said, pausing for a moment and then reaching out and pulling a muzzle down from the wall.
"This should keep you quiet," she grinned, holding the mask up for him to see.
"And this . . . well, you'll find out," she giggled, pulling down a sinister black leather strap with several shiny snaps
and fasteners on it.
Jason followed her with his eyes as she sauntered toward him with her big, floppy tits dancing and bobbing around
crazily.
It was quickly obvious that this wasn't the first time she had used this particular piece of equipment as she quickly
fitted the muzzle over his chin and mouth and snapped it closed.
He could only watch on in silence as she finished adjusted several of the straps and buckles on the monstrosity.
Stepping back away from him for a moment, she shook out the long leather strap.
Grinning evilly, she spread the leather noose at one end of it wide open. Slowly reaching down to his jutting
manhood, she teasingly slid the soft, leather strap around his pulsating cock. Easing it down the thick, hard shaft
of his cock, she delicately lifted his big, dangling balls and pushed the strap down under them.
Now, the black leather strap was wrapped securely around the base of his cock and balls. Ever so slowly, his
mother began to pull on the strap of black leather, tightening it around his cock and pulling his balls up next to the
rigid shaft of his cock. She continued to pull it tighter and tighter as Jason felt his balls begin to ache from the
pressure.
Apprehensively, Jason stared down at his throbbing cock as it slowly began to darken. It was obvious that the strop
was so tight it was constricting the blood flow from his imprisoned prick and testicles.
Still pulling the cord tighter and tighter, his mother took his hard, swollen penis in her hand and gently pressed it up
against her cheek.
Closing her eyes, she rubbed the big, discolored thickness of his cock against her cheek as her tongue flicked out
and tickled the aching tightness of his bulging balls.
Gradually, she licked her way onto his cock as the ache inside his balls became worse and worse. Speechless, he
watched as her small, pink tongue flicked its way toward his plum colored cock head. His whole cock had already
changed from a dark pink to a light purple. Still the pressure increased as she pulled black leather constrictor
tighter and tighter. Finally, she eased her mouth down around the bloated roundness of his cold cockhead.
The bloated, swollen plum of his cockhead burst into fire as her hot, sucking lips closed down around it. As the
heat of her mouth enveloped his throbbing penishead, felt like he was going to faint.
Like a starving calf, his mother assaulted his cock, sucking and pulling on it hungrily.
But, even as she devoured his cock, the aching tightness around the base of his cock increased. Tighter and tighter,
she pulled the noose, until the pressure was so great, he knew that she was going to pull his cock out by its root.
But his mother seemed oblivious to his pain as she continued to hungrily slurp on his cock.
Harder and harder, she sucked on him as his cock turned darker and darker purple.
Jason squirmed with an agonizing mixture of pain and pleasure, but was powerless to do or say anything to stop
her.
Then, suddenly, she let go of the strap and grabbed hold of his cock with both hands.
The pressure disappeared. A flood of pure, sweet relief exploded inside his balls as the strop dropped to the floor
with a rattle.
"Unnnnggghhhhhhhh," he grunted as he felt his balls begin to melt and flow into her hot, sucking mouth.
He had never felt anything like it. It was as if she was literally sucking the insides of his balls into her mouth.
A warm cocoon of pleasure settled down around his cock as the creamy contents of his testicles began to trickle into
her mouth. Instead of the hot stinging spasms of pleasure that usually accompanied his ejaculation, there was only
a steady gush of pleasure pouring from his cock and balls.
Then, finally, ecstasy wracked his body as he felt his cock begin to jerk and kick as it began to spurt out its frothy
load into his mother's hot, clutching mouth.
The warm softness of the pleasure soon became hot bolts of sheer delight as gob after gob of his potent semen
spurted out into her mouth.
It seemed, for a while that he had an endless supply of thick, hot cum, but at last, he felt his cock stop spurting.
As it did, his legs gave way and he slumped down, held upright only by the wrist and ankle bands. Otherwise, he
would have fallen flat on his face.
Hanging from the wall lifelessly, he watched as his mother eased her mouth off his shrinking manhood and looked
up at him.
Grinning wickedly, she got to her feet.
He couldn't move as he lay pinned to the wall like some giant butterfly in some mad scientist's collection of mutant
insects.
"Nice. Very nice," his mother smiled, as she slowly ran her tongue around her lips, licking away a few drops of his
cum that had escaped her ravenous mouth.
Tiredness settled over his body as he swam in the wonderful afterglow of his eruption. All he wanted to do was
sleep. Sleep and dream of his mother sucking his cock.
His eyelids were becoming too heavy to keep open. Slowly, they closed.
If he had kept them open, he would have seen his mother select another diabolical piece of equipment from the
wall.
Stepping back in front of him , she knelt down.
Jason abruptly caught another strong whiff of Angel's Kiss and fought to open his eyes.
At last, they fluttered open and he saw his mother kneeling down in front of him.
Looking up at him, she smiled wickedly and reached out to his thick, heavy softness.
What was she doing now, he wondered, his mind still drugged from his orgasm.
He felt her gently lift his shrunken prick and watched on in shocked stillness as she wrapped a red, leather strap
around the top of his scrotum. As she moved her fingers back away from his dangling balls, he saw that his balls
were now separated from his cock by a band of red leather. And hanging down from it were two more red straps.
"What am I doing?" she tittered, smiling up at him and seeing the confusion in his eyes, "Is that what you want to
know?"
Nodding his head up and down quickly, he watched her reach down and pick up a round steel ball about the size of a
tennis ball encapsulated in a web of red leather.
"Oh, I like big, dangling balls," she laughed, attaching the weight to one of the straps dangling down from the
tether circling his balls. "The same way you like my, big, floppy tits."
He immediately felt a dull, constricting ache in his balls as she let go of the steel ball. Gawking down between his
legs, he watched his own balls being squeezed down into a tight, round ball of shiny flesh about the size of a
baseball. Then, she leisurely picked up the other steel globe of shiny metal and attached it to the other dangling
strap. As she gently released her hold on the second ball, he saw his balls shrink down to the size of a tennis ball.
A tennis ball that was being scrunched down so tightly, it was slowly turning purple.
The steel balls pulling on his testicles must have weighed ten pounds apiece, he thought as it felt like his balls
were being ever so slowly pulled out by their roots.
"There," she laughed demonically as she stood up. "They ought to hang down nice and low by the time I get back."
"Ngnngggghhhhhhhhhh," he blathered into the mask, impotently
"I'll be back in a while," she grinned, reaching down and giving his hardening prick a squeeze. "See you are already
getting hard."
"Ngnngggghhhhhhhhhh," he uselessly growled again as he watched her turn and clop across the room with her hips
swinging absurdly from side to side.
"See ya," she laughed as she ducked down and stepped out of the room.
SHE WAS GONE! How could she leave him alone like this?
The ache in his balls steadily grew worse as he impatiently waited for her to return.
It had to be some insane joke. She wouldn't really leave him alone like this.
Glancing down, he was afraid that he would see his balls lying on the floor, pulled by their roots, but instead, he
saw that his cock was hard again.
But this time, its hardness wasn't the result of excitement. It was the result of blood flowing into it that couldn't
escape. Oh, God, what if I get gangrene and they have to cut it off.
Fear fueled by the pain produced a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he glared down at the deepening purple of his
cock.
Then all at once, his whole body was bathed in sweat.
His cock grew harder and harder from the ingestion of blood as the purple grew deeper and deeper in color. The
head of his cock now looked like a ripe plum.
The ache was becoming a stabbing pain. The pain filled his whole groin with agony as he waited helplessly.
What was she trying to do to him? Was she trying to maim him for life for fucking her? Was this her revenge on
him for defiling her? Was this her way of telling him that he should never have dishonored his mother?
When was she going to come back?
Time crawled by as the gnawing pain in his testicles turned fiery.
But still she didn't come back.
Straining against the bonds, he groaned and moaned to no avail as the shackles held him securely attached to the
wall. Then as he lurched to try and escape, he jostled the balls and made them pull down even harder.
A nauseous bubble of misery welled up from his belly as he willed the steel balls to stop moving.
There was no relief when they did stop and the pain became so great, he began to cry.
Tears began to flow, mingling with the sweat to form a stream dripping off his chin. The sweat in his eyes stung,
but he was afraid to move. Afraid the steel balls would move again and de-root him.
"Oh, we're not going to be a cry baby are we?" he heard as his mother laugh from across the room.
SHE WAS BACK! SHE WAS BACK TO SAVE HIM!
"Hrrrzzzzzzzzzzz," he groaned futility.
"Hurts?" she asked, seeming oblivious to his pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she grinned, obviously not troubled by his predicament.
"Does Baby want Mommy to take it off?" she smirked, slowly strolling over to where he stood spread-eagled against
the wall.
Jason's head went up and down furiously as he tried to convince her of the terrifying and grisly severity and of the
situation.
Blinking through the pain and tears, Jason saw that his mother was naked.
"Well, okay," she said teasingly, "I'll take it off."
Leisurely, she reached down and fingered one of the shiny silver balls.
"I like the way your balls look. All tight and purple and everything."
"Mmpphhhsssssss," he shouted into the mask as she delicately scratched the skin that was stretched agonizingly
taut over his testicles.
"Oh, okay," she grinned, unhurriedly lifting one of the gleaming balls and disconnecting it from the torturous
apparatus.
"Gddddddddddd," he groaned into the mask as the pain inside his testicles lessened slightly.
Deliberately taking her time, she ever so slowly lifted the other ball up and disconnected it from the device. Finally,
cupping his tortured balls in her hand, she unsnapped the leather band that encircled his balls.
The skin of his scrotum, stretched and protracted by the prolonged pull of the two heavy, steel balls was now the
color of cherries.
His cock was still hard and stiff jutting out above the dangling balls.
Smiling insolently, his mother bent down and sucked his jutting maleness into the mouth again.
The pain and torment slowly disappeared in a gentle swelling of pleasure as his mother lovingly sucked on his cock.
As she sucked on him, she gently, tenderly fondled his dangling, tortured balls.
The torture of before was quickly replaced with a wondrous feeling of joy. She had saved his testicles. Saved them
from being slowly pulled from his body.
The fact that she had put him in that predicament earlier somehow escaped his mind now.
She had stopped the pain. She had made it go away and now she was bringing him pleasure again.
As he slumped down against the restraints in relief, he watched his mother let his cock slither out of her mouth.
As he looked up wearily, she stepped over to the side of the table and reached up to a row of buttons. Grinning at
him, she began to push buttons.
Jason heard a creaking groan of machinery behind him and felt the wall begin to move. Slowly, the wall creaked
forward and then began tilting backwards as it traveled forward.
What in the hell was going on now, he wondered as he felt himself being tipped backward.
At least he didn't have to worry about falling, he thought, as the tethers around his wrists and ankles held him
securely fastened to the wall.
"Baby going bye-bye," his mother laughed as the wall continued to move and tilt backwards.
Finally, he found himself lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as the wall stopped moving.
It was then that he saw the big, swinging cradle above him. It reminded him of the baby swing that he had when
he was a little baby. Except this one was made of leather and it was much bigger. Big enough for an adult. Big
enough for his mother.
"Remember when you were a little baby and I used to swing you in your little swing?" she asked him, reaching up
and pulling down a little electrical box with a wire running up to the swing.
"Unnnnhhhhh," he uselessly tried to communicate with her through the leather of the muzzle.
He watched her stab a red tipped finger into one of the buttons on the switch and heard a motor whir. Looking up
above his head, he watched the leather swing quickly move down toward him.
"But this time, I get to swing," she laughed as the contraption dropped lower and lower.
Suddenly, it thudded down onto the table by Jason's head.
Grinning lecherously, his mother quickly crawled up onto the table.
Picking up the swing, she pushed another button and the swing started rising back up into the air. After a couple of
seconds, she stopped it.
Holding onto the swing with her hands, she carefully slipped one foot through the contrivance. After several quick
adjustments, she raised her other leg and slipped her foot into the device. Now she was now suspended above the
table, slowly swinging back and forth above him.
Then his eyes found the opening in the bottom of the swing. And there in the center of the opening was his
mother's cunt; glistening wetly in the light of the candles.
The straps and bindings of the swing held her legs pressed up against her big tits leaving her pussy totally
vulnerable from below.
"Like the view," she giggled as she slowly swayed above him.
"Ummmmmmuhhhss," he choked out against the mask.
"Well, I hope so," she grinned, pushing another button on the switch in her hand.
Jason watched on, awaiting what he hoped would happen.
His mother slowly descended down toward him with her defenseless cunt poised directly above his cock. As she
slithered down toward him, his cock began to jump and twitch helplessly.
Lower and lower she sank, until the glistening opening of her vagina was poised only a couple of inches above his
twitching prick.
"Oh, he looks like he is excited," she tittered as she reached down and took hold of his prick.
Gently lifting his lurching cock, she quickly fitted its swollen head up into the drooling opening of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she sighed as the head of his cock slithered up into her drooling pit.
Then Jason saw her push another button and her cunt slowly slithered down, swallowing his cock all the way down
to its hairy hilt.
Then, just as the lips of her cunt squished down around the base of his cock, she stabbed another button. The
swing stopped its downward plunge, leaving his cock completely buried up inside her cunt.
"I love it," Jason heard his mother whisper as she pushed another button.
A motor whirred and he felt his mother's pussy begin to move upward, slowly disgorging his prick as the swing
pulled his mother upward.
Up, up and then, just when he thought his cock was going to pop out of the hot, hungry channel of her cunt, she
pushed another button and everything stopped.
"Now," she laughed, pausing for a moment. "It is programmed. All we have to is enjoy."
With that, she pushed still another button and the motor began to hum and buzz. Quickly, his mother's tight,
gulping cunt enveloped his cock, sliding down until he felt her cunt lips around the base of his cock. Then her cunt
quickly jerked back up, regurgitating his cock until only the cock head was inside her. Then the motor groaned again
and her cunt squished back down onto him. Up and down, up and down, the motor worked as his mother sat in the
swing, her head thrown back, obviously enjoying the feel of his monstrous cock invading her cunt over and over
again.
Jason stared up at his mother as she was pulled up and down by the machine. He couldn't believe that this was
happening to him. It was preposterous. Only in his wildest dreams would it happen. But it was . . .
As she lurched up and down above him, she slowly twirled around in a circle so that every time her cunt slithered
down on his cock, she was in a different position. One time she was facing him; then she was slightly turned away;
then his cock was sliding in sideways; then he was fucking her from behind; then she slowly rotated around to face
him again.
As her cunt swallowed him and spit him out over and over again, he could feel the stock-pile of cum inside his
gonads rolling and seeking release. But still, her hot cunt continued to suck and milk at his cock.
His mother, lewdly held up by the bizarre contraption, descended, dropping down on his cock until the entire length
of his thick hardness was buried up inside her. Suddenly, just as the lips of her cunt settled down around the base
of his cock, she stabbed her finger into the control panel. The downward motion of the swing stopped and his
mother began to slowly spin around in a circle.
As she did, she clamped down on his prick with her cunt. Jason had never felt anything like it. Her pussy wasn't
traveling up and down now, but instead it was twirling around. With his cock inside her.
He could feel the tight squeezing and pulling on his throbbing cock as his mother milked him with her cunt. At the
same time, she began to spin around faster and faster. Soon she was twirling round and round like a spinning top,
as she sucked on him with her hungry cunt.
Struggling to free himself, he groveled underneath his pirouetting mother only to feel the trip hammer break inside
his balls, loosing a gigantic geyser of creamy, hot cum up into his mother's twirling vagina.
"Aiiieeeeeouuuuuu," she screeched, stabbing at the button with her finger.
His mother lurched to a stop as Jason's balls spasmed and fired another volley of hot, thick cum up into her
clutching vagina.
The swing began to shake and quiver as his mother was whisked away into a mighty orgasm of her own.
Chains rattled and leather squeaked as she twisted and writhed above him. But he continued to grunt and thrust
himself up into her as his cock spurted and spit out its lethal load into her drenched pussy.
Again and again, Jason's giant prick kicked and shot its hot, creamy load into her. There was so much of it, it soon
began dripping down out of her drenched cunt and splashed down on his abused balls.
Still, the grunted and snorted, connected together in incestuous union. At last, with one final gasp, Jason felt his
balls go empty.
Then with one last squeeze of her pussy on his cock, Jason's mother sighed and sank back down into the swing as
Jason's cock rapidly shrank back down to normalcy.
As his shriveling cock began to retreat down the soaked channel of her cunt, his mother tweaked another button and
the motor whined again. Ever so slowly, she lifted up off of him, until his lifeless penis slowly slithered out of her
cunt and flopped down onto his belly.
"Ohhhhhh," she giggled as at least a cup of thick, foamy syrup gushed out of her cunt and splashed down onto his
thighs.
"That was fun," she grinned down at him.
Trying to catch his breath, Jason watched his mother slowly disentangle herself from the swing.
After a few moments, she stood looking down at him as she sent the swing back up to the ceiling.
"Did you like it?" she giggled.
Staring up at her, she seemed to be ten feet tall, he thought as he slowly nodded his head.
Then she knelt down and slipped off the table. Jason followed her with his eyes as he watched her squat over a
bidet in the corner of the room.
As he watched, she smiled at him and turned the water on. They stared at each other as Jason listened to the
trickle of the water washing away their sins.
When she finally stood up, Jason saw water dripping down from her womanhood.
She laughed when she saw him staring down at her.
"What's wrong," she asked him, casually strolling back over to where he lay, "haven't you ever seen a woman use a
bidet?"
He could only shake his head back and forth in answer.
"How about a little snack," she said softly, crawling up onto the bed by him.
"Unhuh," he mumbled against the leather bindings as she reached up and unsnapped the mask.
As she pulled the awful leather mask from his face, he took in a long, deep breath of fresh air.
"That better?" she laughed, throwing one long, shapely leg over him.
She was now straddling his face and he found himself staring straight up into the wet, glistening pinkness of her
gaping womanhood. It was a wondrous sight to behold. The meaty gash slowly descending down toward his lips.
As it came closer, Jason could see that the big, fleshy lips were red and swollen with blood. The sight sent a shiver
of excitement knifing through his limp prick. And then the engorged lips of her cunt finally brushed over his own
lips.
The moment their lips touched, she reached down and grabbed hold of his hair and jerked his head up off the table.
Mumbling unintelligibly, she shamelessly shoved her pussy down onto his mouth and ground her cunt around his
mouth.
Wickedly, she rubbed the hot softness of her dripping cunt into his face, smearing her juices everywhere as, he
began to hungrily lap at her pussy.
Delighting in the wicked taste of her juices, Jason eagerly searched for the slippery ball of her clitoris.
"OHGOD," she suddenly gasped as his tongue found the quivering little nub.
Feeling the tiny hardness under his tongue, Jason began attacking it with a vengeance. Raking his rough tongue
back and forth across the fluttering little ball, he heard his mother purr with happiness.
As she writhed above him, Jason stared up through the forest of cunt hairs and watched her big, droopy breasts
wiggle and jiggle sexily as he devoured her.
Running his tongue around the hot softness of her drooling womanhood, he teased and sucked on the slippery little
bulb of her clitoris, tickling it with his tongue as her purring became louder and louder.
The movement of her body was growing more and more animated as he locked his lips around the fleshy little
projection and raked his tongue back and forth across it furiously.
Suddenly, she began to groan loudly.
"Ghnnnnn, Ghnnnnn, Ghnnnnn, Cooommmmeeee," she chanted as she frantically hunched herself into his face.
"Nowwwwwwww," she screamed, jerking on his hair and pulling his face into her lurching groin even harder.
Then as she held his face flattened against her pussy, her ass began to quiver and shake. Throwing her head back,
she gave out a primal scream as her whole body shook and quivered wildly.
Jason thought he was going to suffocate as she writhed atop of him for what seemed like an eternity, but, at last,
the jerky movement of her body began to slow.
Smothered by the wet softness of her cunt, Jason felt her slowly disentangle her fingers from his hair. His lungs
were aching for air when suddenly, she let go of his hair and his head dropped to the table.
Gasping for breath, he looked up at her heaving breasts.
"God, you give good head," she groaned.
Both of them puffed and panted for several moments before she slowly crawled off him.
Throwing her legs down off the table, she paused for a moment and then clopped onto the floor..
Staggering over to the wall, she jerked a couple of straps off the wall and lurched back over to where he lay
watching her.
"My turn now," she told him, stretching one of the straps across his chest and hurriedly snapping it to the table.
Wondering what she meant, he saw her stretch the other strap across his thighs and snap it into place.
Then with a mischievous grin, she reached down to the table and lifted it. Jason felt the bed spin in a vertical plane
until he suddenly found himself suspended and staring down at the floor. He was hanging upside down below the
table, held there by the leather straps.
As he hung there, he looked down his body and saw his lifeless penis dangling down from his groin.
What in the hell was his mother up to this time?
As if to answer his question, his mother slipped underneath the table and sat down on the floor. Scooting down a
little, she stopped when his flaccid prick was dangling down just above her head. With a grin, she quickly sucked
his hanging cock into her hot, sucking mouth.
This is too crazy, he thought as he felt the hot sucking heat of his mother's mouth pulling on his manhood.
This couldn't be happening to him. This kind of stuff only happened in the crazed mind of a madman. But even as
he denied that it was happening, he felt his cock beginning to respond.
After a few moments, she let his hardening penis slither out of her mouth.
"It's getting hard," she smirked, as it dangled above her head.
Easing it back into her mouth, she slowly began to suck more and more of it into her mouth. The more she sucked
inside her mouth, the harder and longer it grew until it was finally fully ripened and sticking straight down.
Scooting up directly underneath the thick, roundness of his cock, his mother arched her neck and once again began
to suck him into her mouth. As she forced her mouth farther and farther up the glistening shaft of his cock, he felt
the tingling head of his cock nudge up against the opening of her throat.
He felt a tiny gurgle of a gag contract her throat for a moment.
As it did, she stopped until the gagging reflex stopped. Then she began pushing up at him again.
As her full, red lips encircled the throbbing shaft of his cock, the restrictive opening of her throat tightened down on
the head of his cock.
It seemed to be stuck until all at once, the head of his cock, lubricated by her own spit squished down into her
throat.
"Guauuuunnnnnn," he heard her gag as the giant column of meat penetrated down into her throat.
Then his cock quickly slithered down into her mouth until her full, soft lips surrounded the hairy base of his cock.
He couldn't believe it. His mother had taken all of his cock down into her throat. His mother had deep-throated
him. She had sucked all ten inches of his cock down into her throat. God, how could she do it?
Then he felt the tight constriction of her muscles tightening down around his cock as she began to swallow and
swallow and swallow. Every time she swallowed, the tight rings of cartilage circling her throat worked up and down
on his cock, milking and pulling on him.
He had never felt anything so excitingly wicked. She was jacking him off with her fucking throat. His mother was
sucking him off with her throat.
As he watched her throat working up and down every time she swallowed, he could feel the lake of molten semen
inside his balls gathering for an eruption.
And she wouldn't even taste it, he thought. The cum would go right down into her stomach.
But as the eruption was gathering, his mother jerked her head back and let his cock pop out of her mouth.
Gasping for breath, she grinned up at him.
"Had to catch my breath," she trilled, "it was choking me."
Then, before he could speak, she hungrily sucked the giant, swollen head of his cock back into her mouth.
Sucking and pulling on it savagely with her mouth, she reached up and began to roughly stroke his cock.
"I'm, I'm going to, to cum, cum if you, you don't stop," he groaned as he felt her hot, sucking mouth attack the
sensitive head of his prick. "Gonna cum, gonna cum."
Spitting his giant prick out, she grabbed it with both hands and began to stroke it savagely.
"Do it," she cried out at him, "Fill my mouth with you sweet cream. Let me drink all your cum. Shoot it all into my
mouth. Empty your balls into my mouth. I want to taste you in my mouth."
As the last words left her mouth, she passionately sucked him back into her mouth.
That was all it took. The moment her mouth closed back down around his cock, the massive monster exploded,
sending out a gigantic gusher of his thick, virulent cum into her mouth.
"MMMMmmmeeessssssss," she mumbled out around the spasming shaft of his cock as it jerked and spurted out
another gigantic geyser of semen into her mouth. Then, as his body jerked and flounced against the restraints
holding him pinned against the table, his cock fired over and over again, filling her mouth with his rich cream until it
overflowed and flowed down her chin.
That was when Jason passed out . . .
The end of Fantasy 138D (Awaiting Trial in The Dungeon . . .)
Hope that you liked it. Only one more to go before we leave Jason and his mother, Carey to the own devices . . .
Be sure and join them when Jason goes on trial for . . . when they return in the final chapter - The Trial . . .
Til then, Cheers . . .
The Baron . . .
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