Too Close to Home

4:19 pm

Still no message. You've just spent the last ten minutes watching a guy you don't know bob his naked ass up and down while he and your mom make a mess on the living-room rug. Now he's taking the temperature of her nipples with his tongue. You take your finger off your bean before she opens her eyes.

"Baby we're going to have to move to the bedroom because my daughter will be– Oh, hi Maya; how was school today?"

"I'll talk to you about it later, Mom."

The guy raises his head but Mom pushes it back into her cleavage, then rolls him over and sits up. You get a good few of a handsome face and a limp-but pulsing dick.

"This is Gary from work; Gary, this is my daughter Maya."

He waves hi and looks super-embarrassed. "I can explain..."

You chuckle to yourself. "You don't have to. I saw the strange car outside and knew Mom was getting a ride. Home. Don't let me interrupt."

You kneel down and stroke his shaft while massaging his balls. Between that and Mom grinding on his stomach and bouncing her tits in front of him it doesn't take long to get him firmed up again.

"All ready again; ride him hard, Mom. I'm going to my room."

As you're going up the stairs you hear him say, "Do you think she...?"

"If you ask her nice; or if you ask me nice and I tie her up for you..."

CUNT-Ball, what are the odds of Mom getting pregnant again?

There's no answer; damn! How could you get so used to her presence so quickly?

4:21 pm

You find the message. It's on your bedside table in the form of a paper birthday card and a small brightly-wrapped box.

Hi Naughty-Girl; open your present and use it to put cream in your donut. Then lie on your back, spread your legs, and blow the whistle to signal me. Trixie.

How the hell did she know where to find you? She hacked your BizLink account and that would have got her links to all your other social media profiles. You might as well have just told her everything. With a bit of trepidation you open the box. Inside is a fairly large cake-piping tube and a kid's police whistle. You smell the end of the tube: Boston cream. Sigh.

You manage to empty the tube into your snatch; that's sort of an accomplishment, but not one you'll be posting to your SelfBook account. You hear a loud moan from down in the living room.

"Damn, I forgot about Mom! I am so stupid; I should have waited. But it's too late now - I'll just have to finish this quickly." You put the whistle to your lips and blow.

Bitch poisoned the whistle. As your consciousness fades you see Tricky Trixie step out of your bedroom closet, where she's obviously been hiding all this time.

4:47 pm

Much to your surprise you're still on your bed when you wake up. Some kind of gooey mass is restraining your hands and your feet with elastic firmness. That guy, Gary you think, is in your bedroom chair with a nice-sized erection coated in gooey fluid and his hands behind his back. Mom is at the foot of your bed and struggling like her breasts and hands have been glued there. Trixie, the only one wearing any clothing (specifically her mask, wristbands, and boots), is sitting beside you and teasing her fingers on your mound. With her undressed like this, you can definitely see the freckles on her chest and her red-orange pubic fuzz.

"You're awake? Finally. I was just playing cut and paste - well, mostly paste. Do you like what I've done?"

You try to answer but can barely even whisper.

"Oh yeah; ever heard of dieffenbachia seguine? It's a lovely plant that, when dosed correctly, paralyzes your vocal cords. I made some up just for you."

You glower at her. She giggles.

"Now, I was going to have fun licking the stuffing out of your cream donut, but I realized there's enough for a pie. That way everyone can have some! Stand up, Mommy's boyfriend. Time for you to put something in the oven."

He stands up and looks at you with a combination of apology and lust. From the way he's moving it's obvious his hands are bound. She guides him so he's kneeling on the bed between your legs. You don't need to be a mathematician to calculate what's coming next.

Sweet-smelling cream oozes out when he enters you, and his schlicking is making quite the mess. The weight of his pubes are pressing onto your clitty and rubbing as he goes, which is providing plenty of stimulation. His torso is squishing and kneading your tits and his tongue is exploring your mouth. You wish you could say you're not enjoying this, but that would be a lie. Before too long at all he makes a contribution to the liquid inside you.

Trixie pulls him up off you; you struggle because you're almost but not quite there. She turns him around and puts him right in front of Mom.

"Now Mommy, you get to lick the beater." It's obvious from your mother's gulp that Gary's dick is now in her mouth.

"And that leaves baby-girl." She settles onto your hips so that her clit and yours slap together repeatedly as she gyrates. She takes each of your nipples between finger and thumb and keeps her hands busy pulling and twisting. When you come she bears down so that her mound gets a good coat of the fluids leaking out of your vagina.

The next thing you know Trixie's cunt is in your face along with plenty of pussy juice and jizz and Boston cream. "Eat up, Maya," she says as she starts licking your honey-pot. You don't have much choice but to obey.

Trixie suddenly sits up, grinding her pelvic floor into your face. Her spraygasm shoots down over your chest and belly.

"Mmm, that was nice." She turns around, sitting with her pubes at your sternum and playing with your wet nipples.

"So, tell me Naughty-girl, which do you want back?" She giggles again as you try to croak an answer. "Okay, nod if you want your vibrator back and shake your head if you want your super-suit back."

You nod; the costume can be replaced.

She opens up your nightstand and takes out CUNT-Ball. "I knew you'd pick that one." She squirts something on the ball an places it in your cleavage. Then she pushes your tits together and holds. When she pulls her hands away your breasts stick to the ball like they were glued there, which you realize they have been.

Maya; it's good to be in contact again.

CUNT-Ball? I thought you had to be inside me to work!

Any skin contact will do, although I do prefer the closed environment. Would you like me to call for help?

Hold that thought; she's talking again.

"Well, I think that's all for this playtime. I'll contact you again when you can earn your super-suit back." She goes into your closet and comes out a moment later wearing the rest of her costume, such as it is. "See you later, Naughty-Girl. You're going to love what I did with your wardrobe while I waited." She sashays out of the room, twitching her ass-cheeks with each step.

Would you like me to call for help now?

Not right away; I want to try escaping from this first.

You look at the clock. 5:39.