You want

You sit, slumped over behind the corner, as you listen to these two women use and **** your mother to their sadistic enjoyment. How can they be so cruel? Why is you mother letting them? And what’s this strange feeling burning in your gut and loins?

You convince yourself this must be anger for the sake of your mother. Not horniness or newly discovered urges, simply protective anger. So you crawl away to make as little noise as possible, back to your room where you can begin plotting.

You lay in your bed, thinking of what you could do. ****? Yes, but what can you get on both these women that they would be ashamed of? **** them? Maybe, but then what? And one at a time or both? Do you let either your siblings know or solo this?

Either way, you had options, you simply had to choose. That though gave you a small amount of peace as you finally went to sleep.

In your dreams you revisited the scene, but this time it was different. You were naked as well, collared next to your mother as she encouraged you into eating your first pussy, the women cruelly smiling down at you as they pulled the leash, pulling you in...