Some truth, Mostly lying:

You stare at your mom for a moment, a moment ago you had the perfect excuse in mind, but it was already gone. Instead all you can do is lie.

“Well I was going to go and act as their maid. But I figured you would prefer if I went and found something to appeal to you,” You said, hoping your mom would let you get a chance.

“Is that so?” She says, voice entirely unconvinced, “And with what money? Unless you had lied to me before about how much you had.”

‘Shit’ you think, you had kinda hoped she wouldn’t bring that up so quickly, “I didn’t, I had to work for it.”

“Well, let’s see what you thought was worth disregarding me for,” you can hear anger in her voice, but it isn’t the only thing, she’s excited. You think she might have given you the task specifically to fail.

“I’ll go change into-”

“You can change here,” she said sternly

You take a deep breath, then nod, and start pulling off your clothes. Setting them neatly on the bench by the door, then finally you pull out the black lacy dress and pull it on, giving a small smile then turning around slowly so your mom could see you from all angles.

“Well,” she walks over to you, lifting your chin and moving your face side to side to get a better look at your makeup, “it does seem like you really tried to please me with this.” There is a hunger in her voice, and you aren’t sure you like it very much, no, you know you don’t.

“I’ll make you a deal, I was planning to just kick you out for not following my instructions earlier, but since you’ve made yourself so,” she looks you up and down, letting out a slight moan, “mmmh, presentable for me, I think I can make an exception.”

“What do I have to do?” you ask, looking down.”

“First, I’m going to take a picture of you, since you look so cute. Then you’re going to go lay face down on your sister’s bed. Once you do, you will not look no matter what. If you try to peek then I won’t even bother letting you get dressed, I’ll send you out as you are. Am I understood?”

“Yes mom.” You’re starting to regret not doing her task more and more, you didn’t like any of this, and now if she was about to do what it sounded like…

“Now, open the door, and pose in the door way.”

“The… but what if someone sees?”

“Then they will be very lucky to catch a glimpse of my youngest daughter. Do it.”

You swallow and do as she says. Pulling the door open, you can’t see anyone in direct line of sight, but the lights are on at the neighbors across the street, and who knows who was out in the dark. As the cold air rushed over your skin you could feel your nipples hardening, and you dick trying to pull inside itself.\

“Face me, lean against the door frame.” Your mother commands.

You do as she says and wait as she takes a few pictures.

“Now lift up the front of the dress.”

You frown, but do as she says, as soon as your dick is on display she snorts.

“It’s cold,” you say, defensively.

“It looks like even your little clitty knows you shouldn’t have a penis,” she laughs again, taking a few more pictures of you like this, then commands “Turn around, and look over your shoulder at me.”

You let go of your dress and turn to pose as she says, but she clicks her tongue in frustration as you do so.

“I didn’t say you could drop your dress.”

“But what if someone sees, I don’t want to flash someone on accident.”

She let out a cruel laugh, “As if, They’d need to be standing right next to you to see your clitty right now.”

You glance around again, then lift your skirt like she asked. She takes a few more pictures, then walks over to you.

“I’m going to pose you, and you will stay in that pose until I tell you to go upstairs okay?”

“Yes mom,” you were getting used to being posed at this point, and you didn’t enjoy it.

She grabbed your hands and put them on the door frame, which was nice, cause at least the dress fell back down, but then she pulled on your waist so your ass was sticking out towards her, and she spread your legs, with how short the dress was you knew that both your ass and dick were on display.

She stepped back and took a few pictures of you like this. The whole while your eyes were getting used to the darkness outside, you could see into your neighbor’s window across the street. The neighbor who had looked out earlier when your mom had honked her car, you could see them through their window, and they were watching you. Watching isn’t exactly the right word for it. There were three people standing at their window, with wine glasses, all watching you. They practically were having a viewing party of your mom sexually abusing you.

When they noticed that you were looking at them, the one in the middle raised his glass, as if he were toasting you for the show you were putting on.

“Mom, the neighbors are watching, I can see them.”

“Oh they are?” She walked up behind you, waving at the neighbors politely, as if there was nothing wrong with what was happening, “better give them a show then. Keep that position, do not move until I say so.”

You didn’t like where this was going.

You feel as your mom grabs your ass and spreads your cheeks apart, as she crouches down behind you. Then you felt it, her wet tongue licking your hole.

“Good girl staying clean for me,” she says, pulling back “This is your pussy now, your new rule is to keep it clean and ready for others to use at all times. Am I understood?”

“Yes mom.”

“Good girl, now I’m sure you aren’t ready to cum with it yet, but you are going to pretend to, just like other girls do when a guy doesn’t know how to eat them out.”

“You want me to pretend to orgasm from you eating my ass?”

“No, this is your pussy,” she slapped your balls, making your knees buckle a little, “I thought you understood.”

“Sorry mom,” you say through the pain.

“It’s okay baby girl,” she rests her hand on your balls again, almost as a threat, “you better be vocal, I want the neighbors to hear you.”

She leans back in and starts licking your ‘pussy’ again, as one of her hands fondles your balls, and strokes the tip of your dick.

To your dismay it feels amazing. You realize in horror that your dick is getting hard from your mother eating you out. And she clearly realizes too, as she begins stroking you fully, but as you pant a little, still not having made any loud moans, she starts stroking you more aggressively, making sure to slam her fist into your balls with each pump.

Through the pain you manage to let out a moan, in response she stops hitting you as hard, but she doesn’t stop outright, it’s clear you weren’t loud enough.

You start moaning louder and louder, when she does stop hitting your balls with her hand you’re practically yelling, you’re panic is growing as you see a few porch lights turn on down the street. Your neighbors can certainly hear you now. So you decide to try and fake your climax now. Making your legs shake and clench tight as you moan loudly.

She keeps eating you out for a moment longer, then releases you, standing up and slapping your ass.

“Good girl, turn and face me,” she says, stepping into the doorway so when you turn your side is turned to your neighbors. She lifts your chin and kisses you. Your eyes go wide with panic as her tongue forces into your mouth. You can feel the heat of her mouth, and can taste vodka on her breath, it’s overwhelming actually.

When she pulls away, she smiles, “such a good daughter,” then she reaches down and grabs your balls in a crushing grip, squeezing tight, your knees buckle a bit, “wave to the neighbors like a good girl.”

You wave, eyes tearing up.

“Good girl,” she releases you and you lean against the door frame to regain your composure, “now go up and lay on your sisters bed, and remember if you look at anything that is happening without my say so, then I will kick you out immediately.”

“Yes mom,” you say, turning to walk upstairs a slight limp as you do.

You open your sister’s door and see that the room has been tidied up, and instead of the normal collection of blankets and pillows on the bed there is just a pink sheet. You lay down on it, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you close them tightly. You can tell the sheet is waterproof by the way it feels, you are starting to get a very bad feeling about what your mother is about to do to you.

The door to the room opens…

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Your mom with some toys:

Your mom is not alone:

That isn’t your mom:

Your sister’s home from college:

No one comes into the room: