He wants them all

Matt gave her a few more swats with the crop, not letting up at all and leaving red welts across her ass.

She'd been a pain in his ass and he didn't mind returning the favor in a quite literal way. Still, she was also the mother of his friend and he wasn't going to cause her lasting pain or anything so he finally stopped.

"Thank you, master," Mrs. Fellers said.

"On your knees slut," he told her.

She got on her knees in front of him. "Permission to unzip your fly, master."

"Permission granted."

"Thank you, sir." She unzipped him, slid his dick out the zipper hole and attached her mouth to it.

He grabbed her forehead and pushed it away. "Put your hair in pigtails. I want to grab the handles.

"Of course, master."

She stayed on her knees as she shuffled over to her nightstand, grabbed a couple of elastic bands, and arranged her hair into pigtails, then shuffled back.

"Please sir, may I suck that dick?"

"Is that okay," he asked Wendy.

"Please don't let him stop," Mr. Fellers whined. "God, this is so hot."

"I... I guess," Wendy said. "God, mom. You are such a whore."

"Because Matt is a real man," Mrs. Fellers said. "Please master, punish me with that dick."

Matt nodded, then grabbed the two pony tails Mrs. Fellers presented to him.

"Wendy, why don't you come over and make out with me while your mom does her job?"

"Really?"

"If you want to, I mean."

"Of course I want to." Wendy unbuttoned her top, exposing her little tits then pressed herself against him.

"You may not look at your daughter's body," he instructed Mr. Fellers. "If you do, I'll send you from this room."

"Of course, sir," Mr. Fellers replied. "I wouldn't dream of coveting your property."

"I'm not sure I want to be anyone's property," Wendy said.

"To be the property of a real man is the ultimate goal of every true woman," Mrs. Fellers might have said more but Matt yanked on her pigtails, pulling her back on his dick.

"That's bullshit," he told Wendy. "You're your own person."

"But if I were owned by someone, I would want it to be you," she murmured.

"I'll definitely make sure nobody else does," Matt promised.

He considered what to do next. He was enjoying the blowjob and getting sucked off in front of Mrs. Feller's husband while making out with his daughter was kind of hot in a sick sort of way. But he didn't think it was enough. He'd seen the way Mrs. Fellers could transform from a submissive slut to a bitch and wanted to make sure that wasn't going to happen again.

"Back on the bed," he commanded her. "Grab your cheeks and pull them apart."

"Yes, Master." She obeyed.

"Wendy, I want you to spit on your mom's ass. Get it good and wet."

"You're going... you're going to buttfuck my mom?"

"Hell yes I am."

"Oh. I... I guess that's okay."

"Look, Wendy, your mom has sabotaged me, got me arrested, screwed with Tanya, and did her best to separate us. She's got this coming but if you want me to stop, I'll leave her here panting like a bitch and **** for a man's cock. I certainly don't need the **** but my business does."

"No... I want you to dominate her."

"That's my baby," Mrs. Fellers said as her husband let out a moan of relief.

"See this ass and pussy?" Matt asked Mr. Fellers. "They're mine now and forever. You may not touch them again, if you ever did. If you want relief, you can give it to yourself. Do you understand?"

"I... I understand."

"If he tries anything, call me," he ordered Mrs. Fellers.

"Of course. I'm your property, not a plaything for weaklings."

"Fine. Spit on that ass, Wendy. I'm going in."