Of course she does!

Zachery couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Surely Jax wasn’t that depraved… with his own mother? He hoped Mrs. Harlan would slap the shit out of him or at least protest.

But to his horror, Margaret smiled brightly, dropped to her knees right in front of her son and started fumbling with his belt. She pulled his cock out, already rock hard and with a level of desperation Zachery had never seen before, she began rubbing her nose all over his shaft, moaning loudly with pleasure and satisfaction.

“OH YES! BABY YOU’RE RIGHT! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” she cried, pressing her nose harder against his cock, sniffing and rubbing like it was the best thing she’d ever felt.

Margaret was trying hard now to fit the cock into one of her nostrils.

Jax laughed at how pathetic his mother looked right now. He let her worship his dick with her nose for a few seconds before stopping her.

“No, actually… I think it’s in your navel.”

The second he said it, the **** MILF stopped what she was doing, scrambled back to her feet and frantically pulled her dress up and over her head. She threw the garment aside, standing there in just her bra and heels. She grabbed Jax’s cock with both hands, stepped right up close to him, and guided the tip straight to her navel. The moment his cockhead touched her belly button she started moaning again, loud, shameless, needy moans.

Jax gave a big thumbs-up to the hypnotist on stage, still laughing at his mother frantically trying to fuck her own navel with his dick.

The man nodded in response, clearly satisfied. He turned around slowly, his red lenses scanning the remaining women lined up on stage.

Zachery’s heart stopped.

The man in the devil mask was looking straight at his mother.

“And you, miss,” he said, turning his attention to Zachery’s mother.

He offered her the same small black microphone he had used on Victoria earlier, holding it right up to her mouth. Elena looked absolutely terrified, her face pale, but she still tried to speak with some defiance left in her voice. Her hands were trembling at her sides.

“I am Elena Thompson,” she said, voice shaking but steady enough. “I chair the abstinence program committee of this church.”

Zachery felt a sharp twist in his chest. Ah yes, the abstinence committee. That was the whole reason why youth like him and Lila had stayed abstinent so far. He had always hated his mother’s strict reasons, the endless lectures about purity and waiting until marriage, the way she made it sound like sex was some dirty sin. But at the same time, he loved her. He respected her ideals enough that he had actually followed through with it, even when it was hard. Especially when it came to Lila or any of the other girls he had a thing for.

His line of thinking got violently interrupted by the hypnotist’s loud outburst on stage.

“OH YEAH?” the hypnotist shouted, his voice suddenly full of real anger. “ABSTINENCE HUH? SO YOU PEOPLE THINK SEX AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEX ARE DIRTY?”

For the first time that evening, the man actually sounded pissed off. He stepped forward fast and grabbed Elena by her hair, yanking a thick chunk of it out of her neat bun. The slick chestnut strands came loose messily on the side he had grabbed so roughly. Elena winced hard, letting out a small cry of pain and fear as her head was jerked back.

Zachery lost it. He tried everything he could to get up, straining every muscle, willing his legs to move, cursing inside his head. He wanted to run up there and punch that masked bastard in the face. He wanted to pull his mother away. But no matter how hard he fought, his body stayed completely locked in the pew. He couldn’t even stand up. All he could do was watch helplessly as the man kept his tight grip on his mother’s hair.

The man turned his head toward Bunny, still holding Elena in place.

“Love, why don’t you get my toy?” he said. “This one needs some special love. A makeover and a new perspective.”

His toy? Zachery’s mind raced. What the fuck was he talking about?

Bunny giggled happily, her latex bunny ears bouncing as she skipped offstage for a moment. She returned quickly carrying a large metal hoop that looked like some kind of retractable curtain ring. The Purple Devil took it from her with his free hand while still gripping Elena’s hair with the other.

“What are you do–” his mother started saying, voice tight with fear.

The man didn’t let her finish. He held the hoop above her head and pressed a button on its side. The hoop suddenly dropped down fast, unfurling a thick cylindrical curtain around her body in one smooth motion. It fell from her head all the way to the floor, completely covering Elena from sight.

What the fuck was this man going to do to his mother? Zachery found himself wondering.

He had a feeling, he didn’t really want to know.

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