raped with mothers help

As she was walking past her Daughter, Wendy’s bedroom Sandra heard a muffled noise and crept back to look in through the part open door. What she saw at first surprised her and then began to excite her.

Wendy, who was fourteen, was laid on her back, with her wrists bound together and tied to the top of the bed. Hovering over her was Jason the fifteen-year-old boy from next door who now picked up a belt and tying it to her right ankle pulled it until her legs were spread and then fastened it off to the foot of the bed before repeating this with her left foot.

Standing back Jason stood looking at Wendy, completely oblivious of the fact that his captives Mother was standing just outside the door.

From where Sandra stood, she could see that Wendy was struggling in a halfhearted way that told her the Wendy was not being forced to do this. As she watched Sandra could see that the way Wendy’s legs were tied apart was causing her short white skirt to ride up exposing her flowered white panties. Above her waist was her bare, flat tummy and a large amount of naked skin which went on until you reached her crop top, which clung to her upper body allowing the outline of her tiny buds to be seen.

Her mouth was open and she made little mewing noises as she struggled and whipped her short blond hair back and forth as she turned her head from side to side.

Jason stood watching as if afraid that should he move it would break the spell but as Sandra looked at him she noticed that a bulge had formed in the front of his shorts. From where he stood at the foot of the bed he had an excellent view up her Daughter’s slim legs to her panties, where they moulded themselves around the puffy lips of her pussy.

Finally after some minutes had passed Jason dropped his hand to Wendy’s ankle and moving to the side of the bed, walked up to her waist, his hand trailing up the inside of her leg until it reached her pussy. Letting his fingers trail over the outline of her pussy lips he watched as Wendy’s struggles grew but still neither of them said anything.

Moving further up her body Jason’s fingers reached Wendy’s twin buds and circled them twice before climbing to the top and squeezing them gently between his finger and thumb as Wendy gasped at the feeling. Letting one hand move up to the teen girl’s mouth he pushed his finger into her mouth as his other hand continued to play with her hard little nipples.

Wendy sucked on his finger, as he played with her bud, both of them unaware that they were being watched from just outside the door. Sandra could feel the wetness flowing from between her legs as she took in the erotic scene before her.

“I want to touch your pussy under your pants,” Jason told Wendy as he pulled his finger from her mouth.

“No,” Wendy said. “We agreed that you could tie me up but that you could only feel me over my clothes.”

“But how are you going to stop me?” Jason asked, lust making his voice break as he stared at the helpless girl spread-eagled on the bed.

“I’ll scream,” Wendy replied somewhat predictably.

Jason’s hand spread across the young girls mouth stopping her from making any sound. “I don’t think that you will,” he laughed as his other hand slid down her body to cup and squeeze her pussy.

Sandra’s hand moved to her own pussy as she watched her Daughter thrash about on the bed as she tried to stop Jason. Sandra knew that she should intervene but she was so turned on by the sight in front of her that she wanted to allow it to go further.

After squeezing and feeling Wendy’s pussy for some moments, Jason’s hand went up to the waistband of her panties and slid down inside, cupping the naked flesh under it.

“Your wet,” he exclaimed. “That means you are enjoying it you little cock tease,” he accused as he pulled her panties down to the top of her legs, exposing Wendy’s naked slit to her watching Mother as her face went bright red.

Jason angrily pushed his finger roughly between the lips of Wendy’s little slit but screamed out in pain and jumped back holding his hand when Wendy bit him hard, drawing blood.

“You bitch,” he cried smacking Wendy hard around the face and turning to run from the room.

Sandra just had time to get into the next room as Jason rushed out crying from the pain in his hand, ran down the stairs and out of the house.

After following him Sandra locked the doors and went quietly back upstairs. Peering in the door she could see that Wendy had struggled to get free but had only succeeded in getting the pillow stuck over her head. Seizing the opportunity Sandra grabbed a duvet from the next bedroom and walked quietly into the room where her Daughter lay bound.

Throwing the duvet over her Daughter’s head she made sure that she could not be seen before stopping to stare at her Daughters body, spread out in front of her.

From the sounds that she could make out from under the pillow and the duvet it appeared that Wendy thought Jason had returned and was begging him to untie her.

Sandra smiled as she allowed her hand to caress the inside of her Daughters leg and felt Wendy stiffen as she pulled the girl’s panties down her legs as far as the ropes would allow.

Trailing her fingers up to Wendy’s little slit Sandra was surprised to find it wet and bending her head she allowed her tongue to dip in between the soft folds to taste the sweet juice of her little Daughter’s pussy.

Wendy stiffened but held still as her Mother’s tongue dipped deeper into her tiny pussy as fingers pulling on either side of her slit opened her up. Sandra found her Daughters little clit and she felt the young child jump beneath her at the unexpected feeling as her Mother’s tongue flicked over it.

Lapping up the sweet juices that flowed from inside her Daughter’s soft, warm pussy Sandra worked her tongue deeper as her fingers tickled the helpless girl’s clit until she felt the teen start to buck under her as Wendy had her first ever orgasm.

Giving the bound girl no rest Sandra brought her to two more orgasms before stopping. As Wendy lay exhausted Sandra untied the rope that held her hands to the headboard and slipped from the room to watch from outside the door.

For a long ten minutes there was no movement as Wendy recovered from her Mother’s attention but slowly she pushed the pillow and duvet off of her head and brought her bound hands to her mouth to untie them.

Using her teeth, Wendy struggled to untie her hands and when they were free her Mother slipped back down the stairs to carry on as if nothing had happened.

It was over an hour later before a tired looking Wendy appeared downstairs for her tea and her Mother noted that she was very quiet before she returned to her room.

Creeping up the stairs Sandra peered through the doorway of her Daughters bedroom to find Wendy lying on the bed with her knees bent, playing with her pussy.