Tie Her To The Bed

Later, Lois Lane would not be able to express how exactly she had let her mother tie her to the bed. There was a confused series of commands and pleadings, alternating from tear-filled eyes to harshly barked orders. The very sound of her mother's voice pressed buttons Lois didn't know she still had, muscles twitching to obey before she even thought about it.

Which is how she ended up with her hands tied tightly to her sides, ass in the air, and ankles tied down around her head. It was a comfortable enough position, as long as Lois didn't try to move or breathe too deeply...and as long as her mom didn't put any pressure on her spine or back legs. However, it did leave the reporter almost uniquely ****. Her cunny and ass in the air, unable to wiggle from side-to-side much at all. The reporter had learned a few escape artist tricks over the years, but she didn't want to have to rely on that if anything got...well...dicey.

"Look at this pussy," Ella Lane slapped it lightly with her open hand. "Look at how tight and wet it is! This is a slut's pussy if I ever saw one, and I'll bet you haven't been fucked in months!"

The older woman spanked the cunny again, harder, and Lois winced.

"How do you ever expect to get a man if you don't put out?" The old woman said. "You're not getting any younger, Lois! You need to get give the farmer a taste of the milk if he's going to buy the cow."

"Mom!" Lois said, utterly shocked and confused. "I thought...what do you want me to do? Fuck somebody just so they'll marry me? Will that make you happy?"

Ella Lane's smile answered that. Now that Lois was tied hand and foot, the older woman had shed all of her crocodile tears...and then Lois saw her mother grab her daughter's smartphone.

"Let's see...oh! You have Superman on speed dial. That's convenient."

"Mom, no!" Lois said, wiggling against her bonds. "That's for emergencies, you can't..."

A hand shot out and clamped tight over the reporter's mouth. The phone made a series of strange high-pitched beeps...and picked up on the third ring.

"Superman!" Ella Lane said, in an excellent imitation of her daughter's voice. "You have to help me! I'm tied up and naked at..."

Lois Lane's eyes grew wide as the older woman gave the address, and directions on how to get to her room. Then, abruptly, she hung up. The older woman tossed the phone next to her daughter's head.

"Now," Ella said, lovingly combing her fingers through her daughter's hair. "The rest is up to you. That big, strong, strapping lad is going to come waltzing through that door and see you like this...and maybe if you play your cards right...you might end up with a husband."

Lois recoiled from her mother's touch.

"Mom, that's obscene!"

The older woman bent down and planted a kiss against her daughter's pussy...and a tongue slid out from between those lips to lick the reporter's labia...and then delved deep...and Lois swore she felt something slide down inside of her, something that started to itch...to burn...

"Just a little something to get you in the mood," the old woman said as she stood up. "I'll give you a little privacy."