Isabella watches her mother at work

The next hour was a blur, the sounds and sights swirling around her as she watched her mother seduce and fuck the two men. She could hear the moans and gasps cutting through her daze even now, the slap of flesh, the whispered words of encouragement and praise.

She could see the men, their bodies tense as they plunged into her mother, their fingers digging into her pale skin, their cocks finding refuge in her holes.

Her mother was a goddess, a creature of beauty and lust, a being that had men at her beck and call.

And Isabella was entranced.

She sat at the foot of the bed, her mask concealing her identity, her heart racing.

The men had done a double take when the women announced Isabella would be watching them, but they were now busy double teaming her mother, fucking her simultaneously, her body rocking with the **** of their thrusts.

The Venetian was lying in the bed, her mother above him, thrusting into her pussy. He had his hands around her waist, holding her steady as he slammed his cock into her. Her mother's head was thrown back, her hair a mess, her lips parted. The Jester squatted behind her, his cock plugged into her ass, his face buried in the back of her neck.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, the musk of sweat and come. The men's grunts filled the room, their cocks pistoning into her mother's holes.

Isabella could not tear her eyes away, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel her arousal building, her pussy throbbing.

She was mesmerised by the sight, by the sounds, by the smells.

She could not believe that this was her mother, that this was what she had become.

A slut.

A whore.

A sex object.

And yet, she could not deny that it was empowering.

She could not deny that she wanted to experience it, too.

But she contended herself to just watching, trying desperately to pick up the intricacies of her mother's technique, her tricks. Even as she was fucked in both holes, her fingers danced, tracing the nipples of the man below her, encouraging him to keep fucking her, to use her, to come in her.

Even as she was ass-fucked from behind, her eyes glazed, her mouth open, she whispered, "I need your cum." Her hips gyrated, clenching her ass cheeks on the cock in her ass.

The Jester and the Venetian, their stamina failing, were now slamming into her mother, their fingers digging into her skin. They were grunting, their skin flushed, their cocks pistoning in and out of her.

They did not last long.

They were used to fucking women together, used to having different women every night, different sluts to satisfy their desires.

But not a woman like her mother.

Not a woman who knew how to manipulate them, how to use her body to make them give her everything they had.

They were not used to a woman who could drain their balls like this, who could leave them a quivering, satisfied mess.

And that is exactly what her mother did.

With a roar, the Jester came first, his cock erupting inside her ass, his seed spilling deep inside her. It poured out of her contracting hole, leaking onto her pussy and the cock still thrusting into it below.

His partner followed soon after, his cock twitching and pulsing inside her pussy. He grunted, his fingers digging into her skin, his balls emptying.

They collapsed in a heap, her mother in the middle, their sweaty bodies pressed into hers.

They lay there for a moment, panting, their hearts pounding.

And then, they began to laugh.

They laughed and laughed, their voices echoing off the walls.

The laughter was infectious, and soon Isabella found herself chuckling, too.

She watched as her mother disentangled herself from the men, her body slick with sweat and come, their bodies still trembling from the orgasms she had given them.

She was beautiful.

She was powerful.

She was a goddess.

Isabella's eyes locked on her mother's. She could see the raw, unadulterated lust in her mother's gaze.

The men were spent, but her mother was far from it.

She licked her lips, her eyes darkening.

"I believe our guest still have much to learn."

The men's eyes were glassy, their bodies exhausted, but their cocks stirred at her words, at her touch.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work. The night is young."

Her mother's words were met with tired cheers from the men, and Isabella could tell she was smiling under her mask.

By the time Isabella stumbled out of the room, mind reeling from the carnal sights and sounds, the men were lying **** on the bed, having deposited multiple loads into the insatiable fox. The party was still in full swing however, and Isabella made her way back, her panties slick with arousal and lust.