Cleanup

Joey turns your mom around and starts fucking her doggystyle. Now you have a better look at her face. She's beet red, and she's clearly trying to hide how much she is enjoying your bully's dick. Joey still hasn't told you what your punishment is, but he also hasn't authorized you to give your mom some space. So, you, less reluctantly than you expected, stand mere feet from your mom as you watch her naked, sweaty body take your tormentor's hard cock.

"Alright, loser, here's the deal. I don't like being lied to. I don't care if you're embarrassed by your tiny dick or about having the hots for your mom. So, to make sure this doesn't happen again, I'll have to humiliate you until you don't care about your mom seeing your little boner," Joey explains.

"What do I have to do?" you ask, terrified.

"Oh, I have big plans for you. But let's start with something simple. When I cum, you're gonna clean your mom up...with your tongue."

Your mom lets out a moan. You're pretty sure she hasn't even been listening, or at least she didn't seem to care about the conversation. From the look of it, all the pleasure from Joey pounding her finally wore her down. You've never seen her so spaced out before. She is panting like a dog, glistening with sweat, and no longer has the strength to keep quiet about it. This, of course, makes your bully extremely happy. You, meanwhile, look on in horror, as you are not ready for your punishment. Licking up another guy's cum sounds impossible enough, but licking it off your mom's body? No way. The thought of your tongue touching her skin is enough to turn your face a deep crimson. And, to your shame, makes you feel aggressively aroused.

After several more minutes of watching your worst enemy conquer your mom, he looks about ready to burst. You clench your fists in anticipation, expecting to see an eruption of cum cover your mom's backside. But something much worse happens instead. Joey lets out a load groan and pumps a massive load into your mom's pussy. Your mom, too exhausted to think straight, roars in ecstasy. Her eyes roll back as she embraces the satisfying sensation of hot jizz flooding her insides. Finally, Joey pulls out of your mom and shoots his last few ropes onto your mom's ass. He takes a minute to collect himself and moves out of your way.

"Go on, **** boy, time to clean up mommy," he teases.

Your brain is too fried to even process your bully's insults. Instead, you sink to your knees and crawl to your mom's cum-covered butt. You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and plant your tongue firmly on her ass cheek. She twitches a little, but otherwise doesn't react to her son licking her body. Immediately, you taste the sweat and cum. It's so salty. Every part of you is begging for this to stop, but you know better than to quit. You clear your thoughts and keep licking. In no time at all your mom's ass is spotless. But now comes the hard part. You stare hesitantly at your mom's pussy. It's dripping wet, and cum is slowly oozing out. You aren't ready for this, but you doubt you ever will be. You take another deep breath and plunge your tongue into your mom's drenched pussy. You feel her pushing the cum out, causing it to flood your mouth. You gag at the strong taste, but **** it down and brace for the next mouthful. You chug, slurp, and suck until every last drop of Joey's thick, salty semen is gone. You're so full. but as you look up at your bully for approval, he instead smirks and points to his dick. A tiny bit of cum rests on his huge member.

"Missed a spot, cum bucket," Joey mocks.

You look at his cock in defeat and submission. You slowly insert his head into your mouth and lick it clean. You look back up at him with a blank expression. This experience has exhausted and overwhelmed you. The same could be said for your mom, who at this point is practically asleep on the floor. Joey has never looked so satisfied.

"Good work, slaves. Take a break and let me eat my dinner in peace," your bully commands.

You help your mom get to her bedroom and lay her in bed. You then drag yourself to the bathroom and take a long, cold shower. When you get out, you see your mom has recovered enough to take a shower of her own and is sitting on her bed brushing her hair. You wonder if maybe you should talk to her about what just happened.