Mother Dearest

Brenda Newman opened the door, visibly worried.

“John, thank god, you are here. I almost feared you forgot… that we are expecting a guest today.” She stopped herself as she saw Laura. “And you already brought someone. How nice, who is this young lady?” And here it was, John’s great moment of improvising. Wait. Why improvise? He could just stick close to the truth. His mother would most certainly be accepting of that. Especially if he…

“She is a cumslut I picked up. She is bisexual, always horny and does anything you want of her. She wants to be paid in spankings or the roughest fucking you can give her with a dildo.” Brenda looked shocked.

“John, don’t play games with me, I don’t find it…” But she was cut off, as John grabbed Laura’s skirt and pulled it up, just to twist her around and bend her over, revealing the sharpie up her ass to his mother.

“I already had some fun and plugged her up with the first thing I found. Hey, bitch, wiggle your ass if you want to eat my mothers’ cunt.” Obediently she wiggled. After all, she was **** to play along with his story of being a slut. “See, mom. You have your sources, I have mine. You got me a gift, and I got you her. Since I will be busy soon, why don’t the two of you spend some time in your bedroom. She is never tired of serving, so just go wild with her. I don’t need her back before tomorrow morning, so enjoy.”

He let go of the dark-haired girl and she stood up again, slightly blushing only. Had she already gotten used to this kind of treatment?

“Soo, what’s your name?” His mother started to get to know her.

“Laura. But you can call me whatever you want. I don’t feel like I have much say in this anymore.” John felt compelled to make her tone down the sass towards him. On the other hand, she was so incredibly good at giving slightly insulting answers whenever he was around, that he would probably cut himself off from a lot of fun, if he stopped her.

“Okay, Laura. You see, I am not going to spank you. Or be rough with you. I don’t like it like that. I don’t know if you want to do this, then.” This was obviously more embarrassing for Brenda than for John and Laura.

“Don’t worry, miss. I am okay with it being gentle. Just tell me what you like.” She sounded eager. Almost like the old Paw!

“Well, should we… is it okay if we go, John?” He smiled. His mother might have high morales, but she still was craving sex. And like any addiction, you can hardly say no if someone is offering you a fix straight on.

“Sure, just enjoy yourself. Oh, and one little thing. Laura has enough endurance, but she won’t be over for this every time, so you better use it. It would be no problem if you skip sleeping tonight and just have her eat you out for the next 12 hours without a break. Or try something else, I won’t limit you here. I am sure you know what your kitty wants.” John kept smiling, feeling more and more comfortable in this perverted new world he was in.

“John Newman! This is no way to talk to your mother. Yes, I am probably going to… do something. But you should not mention it like this!” Apparently, his mother was not sharing that feeling of his. John just shrugged his shoulders and, before it was too late, he whispered a last command in Laura’s ear.

“You will not cum before 6 am tomorrow, and even then only if I tell you to and am present. You will fake to cum every time she pleases you. And make sure that you are the one giving pleasure more than 90% of the time. Otherwise… well, I am sure you know by now that I can be quite creative if you disappoint me.” He slapped her ass and went into the kitchen. He had no idea if this would work, after all, forcing her to cum required mana. So maybe forcing her not to would as well? Meanwhile, the two girls were moving into the private space of his mothers bedroom.

He checked his character sheet. Almost full of mana. If he didn’t know that he was going to use it soon, he would probably augment something again. Or steal something to level that up. But now he was okay with it being full.

Just one thing left to do. Wait for Henrietta.