A Mother's Lust Ch. 11

So where was I? Right, I had just returned from the garage with the album after fucking Karla silly. My friend's mom had just retreated towards her bedroom, while he had gone to his. Sitting at that table, next to Betty, I was very quickly recovering from my orgasm with her sister.

I had never felt like I had been in a room so crowded. Betty had wasted no time to start fondling my nether regions while deftly maintaining a conversation with her husband and Silvia, both also at the table. On my end, I wasn't feeling just crazy enough yet to reach for her body. My mind still had a semblance of clarity after my previous electrifying climax with Karla. And that clarity told me, without a doubt, there were too many people in that living room to try anything too fun with my friend's aunt.

Betty's touch gradually whittled away at my fears. With only her left hand, she managed to quickly get me in the mood again. Her fingers worked wonders, sliding into my trousers after doing away with the zipper. It took no effort from her at all to put me in the right state of mind to disregard caution for the sake of arousal, like I had already done so many times before.

After that short massage, I was already drooling over Betty once more, desperate to feel her juicy body in my hands again. I loved that about her; her body was built to be grabbed and fondled. It hardly mattered where. The fact she was such a big, tall girl only meant there was more of the curves to grope and caress.

I can't even tell you what it was we were talking about at the table. Betty was participating avidly, though, whereas the best I could do was smile and chuckle politely, maybe mutter vague agreement sometimes. If I managed to take my eyes off her curvaceous body long enough to stare at Silvia or, with even more difficulty, at Bernard, that was already a success for me.

In my defense, I doubt most people would have behaved differently. I had spent weeks by myself in college, completely starved of contact and attention. Now I had these two redheaded goddesses eagerly seducing me. I had to make the most of it, independently of however many relatives they had crammed in that apartment.

My dreams of pumping Betty full of cum were interrupted by Karla's return to the living room. She looked a lot less disheveled now. I almost couldn't tell she'd just had sex. Granted, her uncharacteristically cheerful strut was still quite a giveaway.

"Betty," she whispered. "Can I speak with you in private?"

"Is something the matter?" Bernard immediately offered to get up.

"It's fine, Bernard, thank you," Karla spoke so sweetly it felt obviously fake to me. "It's a sister thing."

Betty clutched my erect cock over my trousers one last time, as if bidding me farewell, then headed after her sister. What ensued was quite painful for me indeed.

Alone with Bernard and Silvia, and now horny beyond measure, I had little to hold on to or focus on. My immediate question to myself was whether this situation was another instance of Karla fucking with me yet again. It felt odd, even for her. After all, she would not feel much enjoyment out of my awkwardness if she wasn't around to see it.

Could she have expected me to excuse myself and go after them on my own? I didn't have the guts. Not to mention I could not risk approaching my friend's room just like that. A single cousin of his popping out at the wrong time could sentence me to a whole afternoon surrounded by people I very much did not want to be near. Whether they knew the truth or not didn't even matter. And yet... if this was another of Karla's games, she had to expect me to do something.

I spent the next minutes in utter silence, terrified of what would happen if I made a wrong move somewhere. There was more at stake than just fear of being caught, of course. At that moment, what I really feared was wasting an opportunity to have more fun with either Karla, Betty, or both of them at once.

My legs fidgeted as I considered leaving the table. I was probably lucky that Bernard and Silvia were hitting it off so well, as neither of them looked particularly keen on dragging me into the conversation. It was awkward, yes, but the lonely type of awkward, which is still the best there is.

This indecision only came to an end when Karla returned, yet again, to the living room. Betty, I noticed, hadn't come back. Her husband, much to my annoyance, noticed it too. It was far from the ideal level of neglect for me to have fun with his wife.

"All set?" he asked.

"Almost," Karla smirked. That smirk had familiarity to it. That smirk was evil. That smirk was real. "Sorry for keeping you in the dark. But I think, when the time comes, you'll be glad."

Bernard seemed to be about to prod Karla for more information, but she interrupted him by pretending to only notice me then.

"Peter! Why are you still here? Aren't we too old for you? Where are my sons? Is this how they treat their guest? Oh, I'm going to give them an earful. Come on."

Her acting felt as plastic as ever to me. I hesitantly got up, half-afraid she would actually shove me into my friend's room and derive some twisted pleasure from it. My steps were deliberately slower just for me to get a better idea of where she was taking me. With my eyes fixed on my friend's door, I was quite unprepared for Karla to grab me and push me, giggling, into her own bedroom.

I tensed, fully expecting another push. Maybe even getting tazed or drugged. But instead, when I turned around, all I saw was the door already closed again. And then, when I turned around again, I had a pleasant surprise.

Karla had truly outdone herself. On her sister's bed, Betty was fully undressed. More interestingly, perhaps, she had been tied up with thick ropes. Her legs were rolled backwards and tied to the head of the bed. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and she was clearly lying on top of them. The ropes even coiled around her deliciously plump body, making her jiggly beauty all the more apparent to me. Karla had even written on her plump butt-cheeks the words: 'Breed here Peter', as well as multiple sketched arrows pointing at her wet pussy. No doubt, the vocabulary had been Karla's choice. Not to mention Betty was both blindfolded and gagged. I spent so much time looking at her body I almost failed to notice the restraints on her face.

"'eter?" she tried to ask despite the red gag muzzling her.

I let two fingers slide across her wet pussy wordlessly, prompting a shiver from my friend's tied up aunt. Once I was knelt in front of her, I took off her blindfold. Relief, desire and joy battled for control over Betty's greyish green eyes. Then, I took off her gag.

"Bwah... Karla expected you to fuck me right away," she bit her lip.

"We'll definitely get to that," I smirked. My fingers, now rubbing her clit, were already soaked in her juices. "You were quite a tease back there. I had half a mind to just fuck you without a word."

"That was the original intention, yes," she smiled broadly as she wiggled her hips to the best of her ability. With those bindings, she could hardly move.

I decided to kiss her right then. Betty could enjoy being dominated and mistreated, but between her and Karla, she was still much closer to a functional lover to me. She moaned as my tongue explored her mouth, her whole body unable to fight, embrace or even react to my advances. There were only moans from her as my kiss and my fingers were synchronized in giving her pleasure.

"Oh... now who is being a tease?"

Betty's smile was something else. An innocent far cry from Karla's evil grins. Her whole expression had this underlying innocence that really made her delightful to look at. I could not easily resist those big, lustful eyes staring upwards at me. And luckily for me, at that moment I did not have to. I hurried to lose my shirt and trousers so that I could finally slide into the beautiful gift Karla had just given me.

"Mmm, Peter..." Betty managed to moan as my cock was pressed against her pussy. Her tone suggested she was about to do something naughty. Naughtier than cheating on her husband, I mean. "I... I should tell you... I have been off the pill lately."

That had not been the right time for her to tell me this stuff, I felt. At that moment, I was too horny and too crazy to handle that bit of information appropriately. Sensing my cluelessness as I paused, Betty continued.

"Karla wanted me to keep it a secret," she bit her lip, as if the act of defying her sister was a misdeed of some sort. "But I think it's hotter if you know."

"Betty, I..."

I hesitated. I felt her warm pussy, so close to me it drew most of my thoughts towards immediate penetration. My eyes could only run loops around Betty's jiggly body squished between the ropes.

"I brought some condoms, in my purse," she pointed behind me with her eyes. Her tone clearly suggested she didn't want me to put one on, though.

Karla had been so reckless while undressing Betty she hadn't even put her clothes anywhere decent, I noticed then. Most of them had been left discarded on the floor. Betty's purse, at least, had been left on a chair. It was even within an arm's reach without having to leave the bed. I felt intense, silent disappointment radiating from Betty as I reached for the bag. The packet was not hard to find.

Still, even with the box of condoms in my hands, I found myself hesitating. I was still as hard as before, if not more. My cock was throbbing, now more desperate to push into Betty's womb than before due to this delay. And yet, staring at my tied-up lover, I found myself unwilling to put one of those condoms on. It felt like deliberately cutting down on my own fun, as well as hers. Sensing my hesitation, Betty bit her lip and wiggled her hips again. It was a very tempting sight. Without thinking, I threw the box of condoms to the floor and crawled back on top of her.

"You know what? Let's do things your way," I whispered as I leaned in for another kiss.

Betty had to let out a moan as I was started penetrating her very slowly. Even while losing herself to pleasure, the whimsical enthusiasm on her face was obvious.

"Oh, Peter... Please, gag and blindfold me again! I want to be helpless as you fuck me!"

It felt like a bit of a waste to comply with Betty's wishes. I enjoyed looking her in the eyes as we made love, and she was far more expressive than Karla when it came to pleasure that wasn't derived from sadism. Still, I gladly complied. That day, I felt like giving her exactly what she wanted.

Betty let her moans grow louder as the gag started obstructing her mouth. Her grayish eyes, by now totally ablaze with desire, were then swiftly covered by the blindfold again. Finally, I pushed her breasts together and fully penetrated her.

I was surprised by how much I had missed Betty's body. Grabbing her boobs, squeezing her meaty thighs, making her plump curves jiggle with each thrust. Her body was a joy to play with, bound or otherwise, and seeing her try to handle me with all the impairments to her movement, speech and sight did a lot more for my arousal than I had expected it to.

Not to mention the heat! Betty's womb was like a wet, snug furnace, and her skin was just as hot. Embracing her felt like a feverish dream. No matter where I chose to lick, fondle, kiss or caress, her body simmered with heat at my touch.

"You're on fire, Betty," I growled, pinching her nipples.

"Mmmf..." was the only response she could push out past that gag.

I had spent most of my focus on caressing her until that point. My hands had roamed her legs, clit and belly, and were now firmly planted on her breasts again. Meanwhile, my lips were consistently planted on her neck, with occasional bites and whispers in her ear of whatever I felt like a submissive girl like Betty would enjoy being told as she was taken.

My thrusts, meanwhile, had remained slow and devoid of much thought. Until that moment, of course. With my craving for feeling Betty's curves temporarily satisfied, I turned my focus towards, as Karla would have happily said, breeding her. I put one hand on her belly, with my thumb gently stroking her clitoris as my thrusts gained some semblance of rhythm. I felt my lover's pussy clench as I started.

"Fuck..." was all I could mutter.

With her bindings on, I quickly realized Betty would not be able to wrap her arms and legs around me as I filled her up this time around. It was a strange feeling to me, but not nearly enough to put me off fucking my friend's aunt. There was little to grab or pull as far as actual sex went. The ropes had Betty locked in a prime position for me to just pump into her as freely as I wanted. Even putting a hand behind her shoulder to pull her towards me felt odd, given her arms were tied behind her back.

So I just used my free hand somewhat idly. While one could just pleasure Betty down there, the remaining one just toyed with whatever juicy piece of her I felt needed some attention. I spanked her buttocks and thighs, I gripped and shook her tits, I even squeezed her cheeks a little as she tried to moan my name. Amidst all this fun, I almost failed to notice Karla herself had left behind a suggestion for me to handle this newfound freedom.

On the bedside table, the electric wand she'd used on me several moments before was again readily available. Karla had even scribbled on a note attached to it. It read 'Don't knock it until you've tried it', alongside a scribbled smiley face. I had to smile at the cute wickedness of the woman, at least. Or maybe at the fact it wouldn't be me on the wrong end of the shock stick this time around.

I tried to maintain the pace of my thrusts as I reached for the wand-like toy. My hopes were that the element of surprise would make Betty's pain and pleasure all the more sudden and stunning. Luckily, the toy was relatively simple to use. With only one button and one pointy end, there could only be so many ways to misinterpret what it did or how it worked.

My eyes turned to Betty's jiggling body hungrily, scanning for the perfect spot to unleash the first discharge. Her plump curves, now already glistening with a little sweat, were all so irresistible I had a hard time making my choice. Eventually, I settled for a delicate spot right below her breast. Betty yelped and purred immediately.

"Mmmf! Mmmmf..."

"Guess Karla surprised us both," I whispered again.

"Mhmmm..."

Betty wiggled her body, as if daring me to zap her again. I obliged her wishes, this time jabbing her outer thigh. Her body had a cute little twitch as the wand stung her flesh.

"God, Betty... You're a delight."

I heard a muffled giggle under the gag. In response, I tapped one of her nipples with the wand with more than a little glee.

"Mmmf!" Betty squirmed so much I felt her pussy clench. It felt amazing.

My eyes were already on the lookout for another piece of her I could zap to make her tighten around my cock some more when a sudden noise snapped me back to reality. Both me and Betty completely froze as we heard the door handle turning. I was only able to breathe again when the person behind the door had to turn the handle again. And again. And again.

"Karla!" I heard George's voice from the other side. "Could you come here?"

I admit I was a little surprised. I did not imagine Karla to ever care about safety nets in the slightest. Though perhaps that was a mistake of mine. Maybe Karla did care about some safety. Just never so much safety that she couldn't have fun with the risks too. Perhaps she had locked the door because it would be more fun to have me finishing inside Betty and risking a pregnancy rather than us being interrupted. That sounded more in-character for her.

"What?" I heard Karla's innocent voice, now behind this door too.

"What do you mean, what? You locked our bedroom door?"

Betty and I were still frozen in our compromising positions. There was no way I'd ever be able to untie her on time, let alone get the two of us dressed up and presentable on time to even dream up an excuse. So I slowly returned to fucking Betty. It didn't even feel foolish at the time.

At that moment, while I gradually resumed my thrusts into Betty's womb, I felt quite bad about the blindfold. I could only imagine the naughty looks Betty would be giving me as we kept fucking on George's bed with him right outside. Not that I was confined to my imagination. Below the blindfold, the gag was not restrictive enough to disguise the hints of a smirk on Betty's lips. And while I got back to pumping and rubbing Betty's pussy, Karla and George continued their chat right outside.

"You know Lars is a delinquent, right honey?" Karla's tone sounded so innocent anyone that truly knew her would assume she was making fun of the person she was speaking to. That person being George, she probably was too. "We couldn't leave our room unguarded."

"He's our nephew- look, I don't wanna talk about this now. Just unlock the door."

"Why do you want to go in there?"

"I need to charge my phone," I could feel George's impatience as his wife kept wasting his time.

"What? You haven't spent enough time isolating yourself from your family?"

"Not now, Karla..."

"Yes, now, George!" she hissed.

As their voices grew louder, I took the chance to speed up my thrusts, as well as prod Betty in the neck with the shock stick.

"Mmm!" she moaned lowly.

Outside, Karla continued her little game of making sure George would not be able to walk into his room in the most annoying way possible.

"All this crap you tell the boys about putting away their screens and you do the same."

"This is work! I need my phone."

"That does not make it better!"

"Karla, listen to me-"

"No, George. You listen to me. You can either go back there and be a nice host, or you can have me go back there and ask everyone what they think about your little addiction."

By now, my thrusts were so intense Betty couldn't help but softly moan at my own rhythm.

"Mhf! Mhf! Mhf! Mhf! Mhf! Mhf!"

Meanwhile, Karla's hapless husband was still desperate to get his hands on that charger.

"I just-"

"And I do mean addiction, George," his wife kept going. "You'd like your parents to know you have Tinder installed on that thing? You'd like me to explain to them what that app is for?"

"That-"

"Did you ever manage to find a college girl to fuck, by the way?"

"It's actual work!" George finally shouted at her.

The situation we were in was starting to turn me on too much. I accelerated once again, now regularly prodding Betty to ensure she remained tight around my cock. And my ears were very much keen on listening as Karla kept maximizing George's misery outside.

"I was right that night. You really would take a screen instead of my company! You're such a fucking cuckold, George," Karla had no qualms with making her voice uncomfortably loud.

"This word again," he growled, trying to instill in his wife the softness of his own voice. "When all I want is my charger!"

"Yes! Your charger! So you can flee from your family. From your wife! How horrible it must be, to have to spend unadulterated time near your loved ones."

"Can you blame me?! You are impossible!"

"Is that why you're always panicking about me cheating on you? Because I'm so impossible?!"

By now, both the subtle torture Karla was inflicting on George and the actual, soft torture I was subjecting Betty to were rapidly bringing me to a climax. Betty convulsed and tried to twist her body as the shocks kept coming. I found out I had a surprising degree of empathy for this stuff, which meant I had a knack for smacking her right where a shock would hurt most. I wish I could say it wasn't fun for me.