"I know you hated that. And I'm never going to hide from the things I get a chance to do, pretty boy. Mary won't stop me."
She glares at me.
"All I have to do is finger fuck her, go down on her until she shakes like a volcano, she won't stay mad at me even if she is. Your mother cums for me and I know how to make that happen. I'm very good at it. And her whip? You think I'm afraid of that? I get wet thinking about being whipped by her. I can do anything I want with you."
I look out the window of the car, ignore her. Can't stop thinking about being taken shopping by her, being taken out by my mother's lover, the female one. She took me to a mall lingerie store. She embarrassed me in front several sales girls, picked out panties, stockings and a bustier for me, told them all the girly items were for me. She went into detail about me dressing like a girl.
"So how long have you been a little sissy pervert for your mommy?"
She slaps the back of my head, makes me turn to her.
"None of your fucking business, Doris."
I look back out the window. She drives on.
"Come on. Don't be upset. We both like the same woman, care about her. And you know and I know you'll be back in that basement guest room soon enough. I think you should be nicer to me. We both like the sadistic side of your dear old mother, don't we?"
She runs her hand up my leg, laughs. I close my knees together, feel her just graze my penis through my pants.
"I have a son your age. He'd never do what you do."
She laughs loud.
"Doris, please. I just do things for my mom because...well, it just happens. I can't say 'no' to her. I don't like talking about it with you. You wouldn't understand. Leave me alone."
Doris pulls the car over fast, almost slams on the breaks. She pulls to the side of the road up to a curb.
"You sell me short. I understand alright. Do I ever fucking understand, little boy!"
She leans over the front of me. I feel her slap my hands away as she roughly undoes my belt, my pants.
"Pants down now! We'll see who understands. Now! You hesitate and I'll scream 'rape'."
She smiles, lowers her window, "One, Two..."
I hurry to take my pants down, so fast she laughs loudly.
"Now here's what I 'understand'."
She raises her window back up.
"That little thing is useless to a real woman, you are a faggot. You've probably been fucked by men more than your mother and me put together. You get hot and bothered and touch that pathetic little thing thinking of Mary. Right so far, do I understand?"