mother and son have arrived

Marcia has you sit in one of the chairs as the two black garbed figures approach your table. The candlelight confirms what you suspected, rather, feared. It's Larry and his mother.

Marcia stands by your side, eager to hear the exchange. You can see Larry has a hard time concentrating his gaze, as well as dutifully respond to Mother. You can see he's having a hard time in other areas as well, looking at his pants' crotch. His eyes shift from Marcia's attributes, barely contained in her sparkly red evening dress, to your more familiar form, slutted up and stuffed in leather. Like Mom.

The forty-year-old wears a black collared halter and a pair of second skin slacks, both made of leather. Her rock hard abs show between.

His mother takes your chin gently in her palm, just like she did what seems years ago, but is really only a matter of hours. "When my friend Marcia called and told me about the slut makeover she did, and how she found you wearing a faceful of cum, I knew it was you. She invited us tonight to let you make further reparations to my son. I'll exact my pound of flesh as well," she finishes.

"Hello, Lawrence," you say quietly, hoping to find a friend here. He stands there, studying your whorish makeup. He wears a leather-like dress shirt and black jeans.

"Hello, harlot," he says stoically.

"I'd have you blow him again, but I think you'd enjoy that too much. So, you'll service me instead." You watch as she reaches in her purse and pulls out a six-inch black dildo. Then, she unzips her tight trousers and screws the phallus on to the harness she wears below.

"You might not enjoy lickng the black plastic, but I will. The strap-on has a prong on back to trigger my clitty and gouge my lips as I hammer into that pink-glazed pucker." She smiles wickedly at you as the dildo sticks from her fly. "Larry will take your ass as you sit on his lap."

Marcia tugs you up from the seat as Mother motions Larry to sit. Mom then pulls Larry's hardon from his pants and guides the pre-cum drooling log to your unprepared hole as Marcia pushes you into place.

Your beginning of a scream as the wide fleshpole is stuffed up your little dry shitter is silenced by a mouthful of black latex. Marcia jams your face full of plastic prick as your eyes begin to tear at the pain of the unwanted intrusion.

You are now seated on Larry's lap, his wiry cockhair tickling your asscheeks. Mother and son begin to rock your world back and forth. Son lurching upward, Mother shoving you back. You begin to take his pole more easily up your ever more greasing asschute.

As Larry grabs at your lovely boobies, they pop above the restrictive halter, the engorged nips showing their arousal. Mother, meanwhile, thinks of another way to trouble you as she climaxes from the prong's jarring blows to her thick clitty.

The short-cropped raven hair of the woman glows purple in the nightclub lights as she picks up the candleglobe from the nearby table. Slowly, she pours the melted wax at the bottom of the bowl over your upturned breasts.

As the white wax coats and cools over the mams, you flinch and clench your sphincter, causing Larry to shoot his jizz up into your bowels. Larry mauls the waxy boobs, causing the hardening wax to crackle and flake.

"Aaaggh! Mama! I'm coming!" Larry squeals, humping up and dowwn like a little jackrabbit on the chair.

"So am I baby, so am I!" his mother coos breathlessly, ruffling his hair as she humps your mouth slowly.

You hear Marcia quietly whisper, "So am I", as she stands beside you three, continuing to watch the odd coitus. Her hand is in the black lace panties of her dress as she stays there, pushing your head hard on the woman's prong with her free hand.

Finally, you are allowed to pull off the dildo. Your mouth is all dry from the extended session on the latex. You see the bartender come over with a large tumbler.

"Here's your Cum In A Hot Tub you asked for earlier," Dylan smiles, as he hands you the drink in front of Marcia. You accept the cocktail, slurping the vodka and rum with the Irish Cream liquer drops suspended in the clear ****.

You see Marcia cast him a perturbed look. "I think we need to keep you busy for a while," she tells you as she reaches into her large handbag under the table.