To the club. She needs to return their fucktoy.

by RedMatterBomb

"I'm off to the club. I need to return their fucktoy." Your mother answered Crystal's question.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, she couldn't be talking about you right. Right?! Just as Crystal got her answer, you got yours as Lisa continued. "You know how expensive live-in slaves are, and we don't have that kind of money. I must have gotten a little too into it at the club last night and accidentally brought this fucktoy home with me. Honestly, I don't know what comes over me sometimes, but I'm sure this little guy didn't mind." Lisa placed her hand on the back of your skirt covered head pushing you against her pelvis and making you gag harder then you already were.

You doubly couldn't believe this! Your own mother was talking about you. She had been pretending you weren't her son so hard last night that now she has actually convinced herself of it. You tried your best to wiggle your body but were too tired from last night to really move much. You even tried screaming for help but Lisa's cock muffled that attempt.

Lisa continued as she stepped into her heels by the door. "I hope the club understands and doesn't press any charges with this little mix up. Sorry if you girls thought I bought a **** for us, maybe one day. Anyways, be back in a few."

You began to panic as you heard your mothers heels click towards the front door. Why weren't Crystal and Sarah saying anything?! Once again you tried to scream but the only recognition you got was the twitching of your mothers cock down your throat. You were ready to give up hope as you heard the front door swing open when suddenly.

"WAIT!" Sarah yelled as she ran towards your mother. Crystal afraid Sarah might ruin everything quickly tried to stop her but was too late.

Does Sarah save you or had Crystal successfully convinced her during breakfast?