"Mommy."

Sure.. when in Rome. And you're certainly in Rome.. or at least not in Kansas any longer. As the steady pressure of her firm knockers drain the blood from your brain and your metaphors get completely mixed up, your mouth suddenly feels very, very dry. You managed to break free of Mrs. Tylers very commanding gaze for a second to look at Rasna, who seem to be watching the whole thing with an amused if slightly detached interest. It wouldn't surprise you if she's seen this scene more than once.

You're not given any more time to search the Indian MILFs face for hints, as Mrs. Tyler's hand promptly grabs your chin firmly, but gently, and turns your face back until you're staring into her eyes.

"It is quite impolite not to greet your host, sweetie." She says and maybe it's the very motherly way she chides you, maybe it's the enormous breasts squished against your chest but you find yourself extremely amendable.

"Thank you for.. having me.." You manage to say and then, after a second to swallow the last of your dignity, "..Mommy."

The word has barely left your mouth, when she presses a searing kiss to your lips. Her entire body pushing forward until you're backed up against the front door. Her thigh is applying a delicious pressure to your crotch even as her tongue explores your mouth. The kiss winds down, leaving you breathless but her barely ruffled. In her eyes you see nothing but tender affection as she reaches up to lovingly caress your cheek.

"Oh you will be such a Good Boy for me, I can already tell." She says with a husky voice, that immediately after returns to her more chipper demeanor; "Come along then, everyone else is already here."
As she turns to lead you into the lounge, you catch the eye of Rasna who is looking at you strangely. You don't get the sense that she's judging you, necessarily, just reevaluating her assessment in light of the newest data. As you nod to follow Mrs. Tyler, Rasna comes up close against your side and grabs your ass.
"I'm not as keen about such things as 'thea," she whispers in your ear, "But if you feel like calling me Mommy later tonight, I won't stop you." Then she laughs and walks by you towards the lounge.

You step into the lounge and despite several distracting factors such as Rasna's ass drawing your line of sight, the fact that you can still taste Mrs. Tyler's lip gloss, or your at this point raging fucking hardon, you manage to notice a few things. The decor is.. slightly tacky. You absolutely get the sense of middle / lower class trying to appear richer than they are - definitely a hint of overcompensating. Also the furniture seems to be placed in a way to make Mrs. Tyler more of the center of attention.

Aside from her and Rasna, there are 4 other women in the room already. All of them are definitely older than you - quite likely to be literal Milfs, and with varying reactions to your presence.

"Oh hey there!" One of them is instantly on her feet, pulling you into a tight hug. She is spraytanned, bleach-blonde in a bob. She's wearing tight jeans and a black top. Her cleavage is deeper and more natural than Mrs. Tyler, and while also going for a similar youthful appearance she doesn't pull it off as well. This doesn't deter her from brazenly groping your package, while humming appreciatively. "I'm Camilla Cook."

"Mrs. Cook runs the hotel." Mrs. Tyler pipes in, getting out of her chaise lounge to walk over to a small table with refreshments. Camilla gives you a wink and returns to her chair, as Mrs. Tyler walks over.

"We also have Mrs. Asta Andersson, who runs the local gym." Mrs. Tyler says, pointing to the woman in arm chair next to Camilla. For a moment you can only stare at the absolute amazon completely out of place in the pink arm chair. She has long, braided reddish brown hair, an angular face dotted by freckles and a stern expression. She wears a pair of short short and a tank top, both of which show plenty of skin - and more importantly an imposing musculature. Everything about her is big, from her shoulders to her breasts, to her arms to her killer thighs. As she catches you staring she uncrosses and crosses her legs, and her impressive definition allows you to see every single muscle group flex and unflex as she does so.
"..she also teaches wrestling and.. was is judo, darling?" Mrs. Tyler says.
"..Jiu-jitsu." Mrs. Andersson clarifies with a deep, husky voice.

"And then of course there is Ms. Cara O'Briain, who teaches at Queen Boudicca's Girl College, and also runs our only museum." The last woman is sitting in the sofa next to Rasna. She has dark hair, and is very thin. Her cheeks are hollow, and compared to the rest of the room she's practically flat, with what you assume are at most B-cups. She's also wearing a light summer dress, and Her most eye-catching features are her long fingers, currently stroking her thigh absentmindedly and the penetrating gaze - you suddenly feel completely naked in front of her.

"And finally we have Mrs.--"

At this point Rasna who has been watching with her small, amused smirk interrupts: "Rasna is fine."

"Ahem." Mrs. Tyler gathers herself after the interruption and then hands you a big glass of lemonade, "Drink up, sweetie. We wouldn't want you to get dehydrated, would we?"

You hesitate a moment, until you notice her expression and realizes that she expects you to drink the entire glass right now. Compared to what you've experienced so far, this should be simple, but there is still something weirdly transgressive about being **** to bottom a glass while 6 women watch you eagerly. The lemonade is slightly too sweet (a theme in Althea Tyler's life it seems), but you daren't complain and when you swallow the final gulp and hand back the glass, you're a little out of breath.

"Good boy." Mrs. Tyler says says and pats your cheek, before returning the glass to the table and sitting down at the corner of her chaise lounge.

"Well, don't just stand there.." Camilla says, "Put that pretty ass in a seat so we can get started.."

You notice that someone - likely Camilla herself - has placed a couple of pillows on the floor close to the chairs where she and Mrs. Andersson sit. Similarly Rasna and Ms. O'Briain has made room between them on the couch. It will be a tight fit, but they don't seem to mind the slightest - Rasna patting the sofa invitingly.

You turn your eyes to Mrs. Tyler, who rewards you with another of her doting smiles, and then pats her thigh - clearly asking you to sit on her lap.