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Home Improvement: Jill's Revenge - 2
by FDLover (no address provided)

***

From the old "Home Improvement" television series. See 
Jill Takes Charge of Her Sons which has already been 
published in the TV, Sitcom & Movie Directory. (Fm, nc, 
ped, inc, oral, bd, TV-parody)

***

Randy's life had changed, he was his mother's virtual 
slave. As long as she had those pictures of him, he 
could deny her nothing. From time to time he searched 
the house for them, determined to regain his freedom. 
One day she caught him and ordered him into the master 
bathroom. 

Since Tim wasn't home she knew they wouldn't be 
disturbed. She pulled off her sweat pants and used them 
to tie Randy's hands behind his back. Next Jill removed 
her panties and stuffed them into his mouth. Finally she 
ordered Randy to kneel with his back against the wall. 

Jill then put her ass against Randy's face, pinning his 
head between the tile and her butt. She then parted her 
cheeks and made sure that her hole was directly over him 
nose, instead of the usual tongue. Randy was at first 
confused by this until he heard a hissing sound and 
suddenly realized that his mom had farted in his face! 

The smell was terrible and he tried to move his nose to 
get it out of her asshole. But Jill would have none of 
it, and pressed back harder to let Randy know that he 
wasn't going anywhere. 

Because of the lunch she had eaten she had plenty of 
gas, and let Randy have it three more times before 
finally pulling away and letting him fall to the floor. 
She then leaned down, grabbed his slender shoulders and 
sat him upright again. Opening his mouth, she removed 
her saliva soaked panties. Tears welled in his eyes as 
he tried to speak.

"God, mom. What was that?"

"Bean burritos for lunch. And if I ever catch you 
looking for those pictures again, you'll be doing a lot 
more than just smelling them! Do I make myself clear, 
Randy?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I think now would be a good time for an apology, don't 
you?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry for looking for the pictures."

"Good. And now the second part of the apology."

Jill then stuck her ass next to Randy's face, and he 
knew what she wanted. All apologizing must be 
accompanied by kissing his mom's rear. He dutifully 
leaned forward and planted a kiss on first the right 
cheek, then the left: as Jill had instructed him. He had 
had to do a lot of apologizing in the first days of his 
servitude!

"Since you're in here, I want you to scrub this bathroom 
clean. You'll find the brushes and cleansers in the 
cabinet. Now get to work, and let me know when I can 
come and inspect it."

With that, Jill put her sweats back on, and left Randy 
to his work. 

On her way downstairs she met Brad.

"Do you know where Randy is? I need someone to toss the 
football with."

"Go find Mark, Randy is doing some extra chores."

"Man, Randy sure has been busy lately. Ever since you 
had me help you that day, he seems like he can't do 
enough work around here."

At this comment, Jill leaned over to whisper in Brad's 
ear:

"Don't push it Brad, unless you want to find out what 
it's like. Remember, I make food and drinks for you 
every day. Any one of which could contain sleeping 
pills. By the time you wake up, you could find yourself 
spread-eagle naked on the bed and totally at my mercy... 
it's amazing how much pain some well-placed fingernails 
can cause on certain parts of a boy's body. I suggest 
that you forget all about that day, and anything else 
you might see that could cause trouble."

She then drew back to talk in a normal tone of voice:

"Any questions, Bradley?" she asked sweetly.

Brad gulped noticeably and shook his head firmly.

"No mom, no questions. I was just going outside."

"That's my boy! By the way, Mark will be spending 
tomorrow night at a friend's house, and your father will 
be taping a special segment of 'Tool Time'. I think it 
would be nice if you could find somewhere else to be 
also. That'll give me several hours to spend some 
'quality time' with Randy."

Brad was still un-nerved at the thought of fingernails 
being raked across his cock, and his balls being abused.

"You bet mom," Brad said nervously, "I'll talk to 
Jennifer tonight and see if I can stay at her house for 
a while."

"Thank you Brad! Keep up this cooperative attitude, and 
I won't have to find extra work for YOU to do around 
here."

Brad turned around and practically ran down the stairs 
and out the back door. Jill laughed, knowing that her 
little talk would keep him in line. Brad was a naturally 
week person, and she had no trouble managing him. Some 
day she would have to take Jennifer aside and show her 
how easy it was to control her oldest son...

***

The next day, everything was going as planned. Tim was 
at work, Jill had just dropped Mark off at his friend's 
house, and dutiful Brad hadn't been home in hours! Jill 
locked all the doors and preceded upstairs where Randy 
was cleaning the master bedroom. Peeling away clothes as 
she went, she was naked by the time that she stood in 
her own doorway.

"Don't bother making the bed Randy, I have a need for 
it!"

When Randy saw his mom, he knew what came next. Somehow 
she had gotten everyone else out of the house, and he 
was now her sex slave. Randy got up off his knees, where 
he had been scrubbing a stain off the carpet, and slowly 
removed all his clothes. Jill leaned against the door 
frame and grinned as she watched Randy submit himself to 
her will.

"Very good, Randy. But then you always were the 'smart 
one'."

Randy sighed, putting his hands together in front of 
him, and spoke in a monotone voice.

"I'm yours to do with as you please, my mistress."

Jill walked over to Randy and, after tying his wrists, 
gently cupped his chin in her hand. She lifted his head 
so that she could look into his beaten eyes. She could 
fake concerned motherly sympathy with the best...

"Now Randy, don't be sad. If you please me real well, I 
might even rub your little prick and let you cum."

Randy face brightened somewhat. "Really?"

"We'll see," Jill smiled inwardly. Maybe Randy wasn't so 
bright after all, he always fell for this. She had no 
intention of letting him cum. Oh, she would bring him 
close... but never would he be allowed release. It was 
an additional way that she kept him in complete despair 
and servitude!

"On the bed, sweetie. You know the position."

At this, Randy lay down and put his hands over his head. 
As expected, his mom secured them above, and tied his 
feet to the bottom of the bed.

Unknown to Jill, Tim had come home early. After adding 
"more power" to the wood sander, he had blown the fuses 
at work, effectively ending all filming of the special 
for that day. He was surprised to find the door from the 
garage locked, but used his key to enter the house. 

Looking around downstairs he didn't see anyone, so he 
headed upstairs. Maybe Jill was in their bedroom, and he 
could get lucky. He was so horny after looking at 
Heidi's rear all day in her ultra-shorts!

As he neared their bedroom he heard strange sounds, so 
Tim decided to sneak up and peek in to see what was 
happening. He couldn't believe the sight before his 
eyes: there was Randy tied to the bed, while Jill rubbed 
her plump ass in his face! He could tell from the look 
on his wife's face that she was about ready to cum. She 
loved having her butt worshiped, and was apparently 
forcing Randy to do just that! He decided to keep quiet 
and just watch what transpired...

Jill was getting close to a crushing orgasm, but needed 
Randy to quicken the pace of his tongue in her butt 
hole. She decided it was time to play her trump card. 
Jill leaned over and began gently caressing Randy's 
cock. She spit on her hand, and began rubbing it up and 
down on her son's boner. She was immediately rewarded 
with a renewed effort on Randy's part. 

As her orgasm continued building, she reached into the 
night stand to grab the Binford extra-large washer that 
had proved so useful in the past. She saw Randy's cock 
stiffen even more and his balls begin to constrict... 
seconds before he would cum, Jill took the washer and 
jammed it onto her young son's spasming penis. Randy 
screamed in pain, and his head shot up directly into his 
mother's waiting rear. 

That was all Jill needed: she came in wave after wave, 
even as Randy's body was arching upward to get any 
relief he could. After Jill came down from her high, she 
climbed off and looked down at her helpless son. He lay 
there, with his little prick hard as a rock and no way 
of being satisfied. Jill leaned over, pulled the washer 
off, and then untied poor Randy. As he recovered, Jill 
went to her closet and put on a robe.

"I think I'll take a bath now. Go outside and mow the 
lawn. And when you're finished, come back. I think I'll 
be wanting someone to scrub me."

A dejected Randy began putting on his clothes to leave. 
Tim quickly ducked into the hall closet until he passed 
by. When he heard the back door slam, he left the closet 
and went into the bedroom. Jill was about to enter the 
bathroom when she turned to see her husband. Her eyes 
got wide as she instinctively pulled the robe tighter 
around herself.

"Tim! What, what are you, um, doing home?"

Jill was making her best attempt at being casual. But 
she suspected that Tim had seen at least part of what 
had just happened, and prepared for the storm she was 
sure was coming.

"A small technical problem at the station. Well, that 
was an interesting little show. Do you want to explain 
what I just saw?"

Jill's heart sank. She didn't know where to start. She 
decided to leave out the beginning. Tim finding out that 
she had been raped by her son wouldn't help either of 
them. She sat down on the bed, put her hands in her lap, 
and searched for the right words.

"I, uh, I've been having a lot of problems with Randy 
lately, and decided that maybe he needed some, um, 
discipline."

As Jill waited for her husband's response, he came over 
and sat down beside her on the bed.

"So I saw. How did you get him in that position?"

"I, well, I have some pictures of him that he would 
rather not have anyone else see. As long as I threaten 
to show those pictures to his friends, he'll do anything 
I tell him to."

"So that's why he's been so good lately about doing all 
his work around the house! And not getting into trouble! 
I just thought he was growing up... I should have know 
better. Let me see the pictures that he's so afraid of."

Jill went to their dresser mirror, reached behind it, 
and pulled out two Polaroid snapshots. She handed them 
to Tim, fearful of what his reaction might be...

Tim looked at the pictures. They showed his middle son 
tied to his bed with a hard-on that wouldn't quit. 
Around his prick was a washer (Binford #4821, extra 
large - Tim memorized these sorts of things), and Randy 
looked dazed and tired. Tim guessed that he had just 
gone through a "session" with his mom very much like the 
one he just witnessed.

Jill held her breath, not knowing what she would say 
next. How would she answer the charges that Tim was sure 
to put to her? Suddenly the tension was broken by a 
smile on her husband's face...

"Well, it certainly has made him a more responsive son. 
I haven't had to yell at him for anything in weeks, and 
he's doing most of my duties around the house! Since you 
appear to be getting everything out of it that you want, 
I guess we're both winners."

Jill couldn't believe her luck! Not only was Tim not 
mad, but he was actually smiling while looking at the 
pictures. Did this mean that she could keep Randy in 
servitude, and not even have to hide it from Tim?

"You mean you're not angry?" whispered Jill.

"I guess not. To tell to the truth, it was kinda 
exciting watching you do that to the little snot!"

That statement caused Jill to look seriously at her 
husband for the first time since this conversation 
began. When she did, she saw the big lump in the front 
of his jeans! This was too perfect: not only did she 
have Randy to do with as she pleased, but Tim was 
excited by it! Jill leaned over to nibble on his ear.

"My, my, aren't you the understanding husband!"

"Yes I am," agreed Tim. "And I think I deserve something 
special for it."

Jill got up and locked the bedroom door.

"Well what did you have in mind, o understanding one?"

"I was thinking about a 'Jill special'."

But even before he spoke the words, Jill had gone down 
to her knees in front of him, and began to unsnap his 
pants. A 'Jill special' was one of her blow-jobs. She 
knew she was great at this, and that it was Tim's 
favorite form of sex. She had used her talented mouth 
many times in the past to get her husband to agree to 
things that he would never had done otherwise. With his 
jeans unsnapped and the zipper opened, she began to pull 
them down. 

Tim lifted his butt off the bed so that she could get 
his pants off faster. The minute Jill had the jeans past 
Tim's thighs, his cock popped out: harder than she had 
ever seen it! She wasn't surprised to find that her 
husband hadn't been wearing any underwear, and she knew 
why. She began rubbing his cock with her hand.

"No briefs, uh?"

"Well, sometimes they get uncomfortable at work."

Jill smiled, "You mean because you have a hard-on all 
day long from staring at Heidi's ass."

"Jill! How could you even think that?" asked Tim in his 
best little-boy hurt voice. Suddenly Jill's smile 
stopped, and she got a very serious look on her face. 
His wife grabbed his balls with her other hand and gave 
them a squeeze that was not quite gentle, but stopped 
just short of causing pain that would cost him his 
erection.

"All you better do is look! Because if I EVER find out 
that you've done more than that, you'll envy Randy his 
current punishment!"

Tim shifted uncomfortably. "No problem, honey! Why would 
I ever want Heidi? I'm sure she could never match what I 
have right here."

Jill looked at Tim for another few seconds before 
lowering her mouth onto his inflamed cock. She was 
instantly rewarded with his hips raising off the bed to 
meet her. Jill pushed him back down: she would control 
the tempo, and decide when he could cum.

As he watched Jill expertly work his cock over, Tim 
reached down between the folds of her robe and began 
fondling her soft breasts. Jill felt his hands, and 
began to moan.

"So you really make Randy lick your asshole? I mean, 
stick his tongue up there and taste it, and everything?" 
Tim asked in a tone that indicated that the idea made 
him queasy.

Jill stopped her licking of his head. "Tim, it's not 
like he has a choice. He's tied with his legs spread, 
and I'm smothering him. He either pleases me or doesn't 
get any air. And if that doesn't do the trick, I have 
his balls totally captive. It doesn't take him long to 
see things my way! Besides, he'd do anything to get that 
washer off his poor prick! Keep that in mind, stud. I'm 
sure that I could find one of those washers in an even 
larger size, if I looked..."

She momentarily tightened her grip on her husband's 
tool, to demonstrate her point. Jill then giggled at the 
uncomfortable look that crossed Tim's face, and began 
going down on him again.

For his part, Tim was remembering the only time that he 
had let his wife tie him up. She had been wanting a 
third child, but he didn't. He had refused to cum inside 
her without a condom because he suspected she was no 
longer taking her birth control pills. She had him 
spread out on the bed and was giving him a "Jill 
special." 

As he felt the cum rising from his balls through his 
cock, she suddenly lifted her head and straddled him. 
Her moist pussy slid easily onto his spurting cock, and 
he began dumping stream after stream of sperm inside her 
fertile womb. She had left him tied there on the bed for 
an hour while she sat in their bedroom chair to make 
sure that his jism had time to settle into her. All the 
while she kept taunting him, "I'm at my most receptive, 
Tim. We just made a baby. While you lie there, not able 
to move, I can feel your love juice crawling inside me! 
And there's nothing you can do about it! Your cock and I 
worked it out all on our own..." 

Before she let him go, she had given him another blow-
job to make up for some of the discomfort he had gone 
through. A little less than nine months later, Mark was 
born. He had long before ceased being mad, and, in fact, 
was proud to have a third son. But he never forgot the 
lesson he learned that day, the one Randy was learning 
now: never let Jill have the upper hand, she could be a 
real bitch if she had control over you!

Jill's head continued to bob up and down, as Tim felt 
his stiff cock touch the back of her throat. Her 
technique never ceased to amaze him. He felt the warm 
flow increase in his balls, and knew that he was about 
to explode! Jill felt the first rush of cum in her mouth 
and did her best to swallow all of it. 

Normally it was no problem, but this time it felt like 
Niagara Falls! The little that did escape her mouth fell 
on Tim's thighs. She carefully scooped it up with her 
finger and held it up to her mouth for Tim to see. She 
knew it really turned him on to see her lick his cum-
droppings off her fingers!

"So I can keep Randy? You won't object?" she said as she 
teasingly twirled her finger in the air: almost, but not 
quite, touching her lips.

Tim stared at her, transfixed. "As long as you keep 
satisfying me like that, I don't care what he has to do. 
Better him than me!"

Getting what she had wanted, Jill placed the sperm 
covered finger into her mouth and sucked it dry. The 
look on Tim's face told her that he didn't regret 
anything that had happened. Her life just kept getting 
better!

To be continued in part 3...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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