Discipline.

Lisa grabbed the lapel of her bathrobe and pulled it over the top of your head, before placing one hand on your neck, and one grabbing your hair. "I think it's high time you give me a little bit of props for cleaning up after you all the time. Lick."

Lisa's cock felt like it was growing an inch a second; as you obliged, you felt your mom's body shudder with the pleasure you were giving her. As you reached the base, and went back, Sharon pulled your pants down, and began massaging your asshole with her finger. "Oh, wow, Lisa. It's so tight, and soft. No hair, either! Jesus, you have the perfect boy!" With Sharon saying that, your mother's cock sprang to attention, nearly slapping you in the face. "Really?" She said. "The last time I saw his butt was when he was younger. Even then, it was so tight and cute. Hold on a sec." Your mom lifted your head by your hair, so that her cock was directly positioned below your mouth. "Let's have some fun, Dougie!" Lisa thrusted your head onto her spear of a cock; the first six inches went smoothly, but your throat blocked the rest. "Ahh, he's not even broken in yet, Sharon! I think we can fix that." They both giggled. Overwhelmed with what was happening, one thought was clear. Both of them were drunk, horny, and in a mood. There was no fighting them at this point; your mother especially. You decided to give up fighting, and just let them have their way with you. "Look, Lisa! He's such a sweet kid. He practically went limp in your arms!" Lisa sighed, happily, before placing her cock in your mouth and slowly pushing your head down. As you gagged, and began spewing up saliva, Lisa remained adamant in pushing you, until you were face-to-crotch with her pubic hair. "Ahhhhhhhhh. I didn't realize my son was such a charmer. Looks like we'll have to have more mother-son time..." Lisa cooed. Stuck with Lisa's cock down your throat, you were resigned to swallowing any remaining saliva in your throat, and being subject to your mother's whims. Her crotch smelled like honey, and her soft and chubby skin made for a rather comfortable pillow. Your mom's veins throbbed as she kept her cock lodged in your mouth, as Sharon stuck one of her fingers in your asshole. A searing pain shot through you, and you jerked your head up, causing your mother's cock to be removed from your throat with a distinct *pop*. "Oops!" Sharon said, giggling.

"Oh, come on! That's nothing." Lisa got up from the sofa, her stiff cock swinging like a baseball bat in front of you. Sharon chuckled, before getting up as well. They both looked down at you, quizzical expressions on their faces, before Lisa's face lit up. "I think I know what we can do." Lisa lifted your legs in the air, and turned to Sharon. "Sis, can you get some of the tape in the drawer? The duct tape, it should be in the top one." Sharon bolted to the kitchen, before returning with a thick wad of it; her eyes were filled with lust, but Lisa quickly snatched the tape from her before wrapping your ankles together, hogtying you.