Anything to get out of here

Since his Mom didn't complain the first time he verbally degraded her, he thought he was in the clear. He was so turned on by how disgusting she looked, and already in a degrading situation, that he lost himself.

Heather decided it didn't matter right now, and if it got him off and them out quicker, let him say what he wants.

She switched back to blowing him, not bothering to attempt deepthroat anymore but giving a lot of tounge action instead. She wasn't sure how much John was even registering, he seemed to be babbling in a world of his own.

"Yes, mommy-urinal, work that cock. You fucking love it, bitch. From now on I'll use you as my toilet and my cumrag. I won't piss in the toilet ever again..."

With that Heather tasted just the tiniest bit of piss... apparently John was out but was still making the point. Would he just cum already?

"... and every day I'll cover you in cum. I'll make you suck me off during your bath. I'll cum in your hair like a shampoo. I'll cum in all your food...fuuuck..."

With that he finally exploded. Heather had been worried it would be a small cum, but she had nothing to fear. It filed her mouth and leaked out before she could get to the tube. She filed that tube quickly, and the light came on.

A moment later she heard a noise like a small motor whirring, and then silence. She could hear John breathing, still apparently recovering from the orgasm. She felt cum dripping down her shoulder from a spurt that came after she released him. Heather tested her shackles but the still seemed to be tight.