A test of obedience

"Alright, get dressed. And make sure to put on a jacket, it's a bit cold out," Mason says.

"Oh! That's a good idea, I wouldn't have thought of that," his mother says before hustling up stairs.

When his mother walks away he says to Kim, "You're coming with too, of course. Someone, maybe me, is going to need a hole for sure." He pats Kim on the crotch.

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. But why would you want her to wear a jacket?"

"Like I said, it's cold out," Mason lies. Kim doesn't reply. The two wait silently for her to come back. Kim, ever dutiful, picks up where his mother left off, working Mason's cock. It doesn't take too long for Mason's mom to return.

"Great, Kim, you drive. Take us here." He texts her the location.

Jason sits in his office, excited for what's to come, whatever it will be. He remembers fucking Mrs. McAndrew, and it was one of the hotter experiences of his life. To look at her, he assumes she hasn't always looked like that, but his memories seem to corroborate her current appearance. One issue, though, is that he doesn't have a personal stake in this. Others involved are his wife, turned into an incredible wanton slut, his daughter going down the same path, his lover who was curiously left mostly alone, and his partner's daughter who he watched grow up. Vicky was just someone he fucked the once. No, a few times, but still. This is hot, of course, because it's still an enormous slut with an insanely hot body that he knows intimately submitting to her son, but it doesn't feel like anything is being taken away from him. That should change. He asks, "did I beg for her to stay with me and get rejected when she got bored with me, sexually, and still think of her as the one that got away? Was she very dominant with me and other men until she recognized that her son is a real man and deserving of her submission? Do I only have memories of this new reality and no memories of making these changes?"

The car pulls up in the city's outdoor mall and Kim drops Vicky and Mason off, and he leads her to the fountain in the middle. It's a beautiful spot, surrounded by benches and quick food options. For teens, this is the ultimate spot that they could hang out in public and not be expected to spend money. The ultimate location for first high school dates. Its popularity is what makes it so important.Mason didn't just spend his time on the drive over getting his dick sucked by his mother. "Go stand over there and hold this up," he says, passing over a cardboard sign. She looks down at it and reads the words, mouthing out the words to herself. "Free clothes, anything I'm wearing. Limit: 1"

"But these are mine," Vicky says.

"This is the first test, and you need new clothes anyway. Now are you going to do what I said, or are you already a bad girl?"

"Nnno!" Vicky says, shaking her head vigorously. "I said I'd be a good girl, so I will." She walks over near the fountain and holds the sign up over her head to make it visible.

Mason watches as she starts to draw attention from the passing crowd. There's a lot of murmuring, some in derision, and some in outright lust. Teenagers walk by giggling and daring each other to go up to her. In this time, Kim returns, having parked. Who would be the first taker?

An extremely old man begins to hobble over to her, slowly anchoring his weight with a cane, and shuffling forward. Mason is surprised he doesn't have anyone with him and hopes he didn't drive himself.

"Excuse me, Miss, am I reading that correctly?" He asks.

"Yep! Anything I'm wearing. Do you have a daughter?" Vicky grins.

"No. Give me your pants," he says. Some people have no idea of build up.

"Kay!" she says, tucking the sign under her arm. She at least understands how to do a striptease and slowly unbuttons her pants. She shimmies out of them as if they're far tighter than they are, turning sideways so that the old man gets a look at her ass. She slips her jeans over her sneakers and hands them to him.

He puts the crotch of the jeans up to his nose and sniffs deeply, before coughing. He shuffles back into the crowd to watch, dragging the jeans on the ground behind him.

The now pants-less Mrs. McAndrew goes back to holding up her sign. Now the passers-by aren't doing much passing. People are stopping to watch. She is making eye contact, daring them with her expression to approach like a game show hostess.

The next to approach is a young woman. "Gimme your jacket," she says, chewing gum. When Vicky unzips it for the woman like the next part in her strip tease, the woman rolls her eyes. "Hurry up." She does.

Before she can get her sign up again a man hurries up. "Can I have your socks?" he asks.

"It says limit..." she looks to Mason for confirmation and he shrugs. "Nevermind, yeah!" She puts the sign down and begins taking off her shoes. Before she can get to her socks, the man kicks the shoes away. "Hey!"

"Someone else can have those," he says, grinning. He's staring at her toes when they come into view. He puts her socks in his pocket before going to sit on a bench.

A kid is dared by his friends to come up next, and he mumbles about her shirt, so she gives it to him. Another person comes up demanding her bra.

Finally Vicky, who has abandoned her sign, stands before the crowd in only her thong. She looks to Mason, nervously, who is licking his lips staring at her tits like the rest of them. That gives her some sense of comfort. She knows she's being a good girl for him.