This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance. There is an incident of spanking and a couple with piss.
All characters are age eighteen or older.
For background please read previous chapters.
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I slept later than usual the morning after my mother had told me about her friends. Mom woke me when she had breakfast ready for me. She handed me a bathrobe and told me to come downstairs to eat. I felt content and relaxed.
I was still wearing my nightgown from the night before. Mom was too. Her robe was open and the shadows of her tits and pubes showed erotically through the gauzy material.
I was in the bathroom when I remembered what was in store for me that day. My contentment vanished.
I was to be put on display, shared as a sexual toy with two other women. Who knew what might come after that. My anguish returned. The feeling of contentment, the result of wonderful sex with Mom, had vanished. I felt tears well up in my eyes and angrily rubbed them away.
Far in the back corner of my mind the truth lurked.
Such gratifying degradation.
I buried those thoughts, my mother was betraying me, but I must obey her. Then I remembered the day before. The exciting and satisfying sex we had engaged in. Incestuous, yes. Debauched, perhaps. That was a large part of the thrill.
My mind in a turmoil I went downstairs. One thing was paramount; I must obey her.
Mom served me a good breakfast. She sat opposite me with coffee and talked as I ate.
"This will be a big day for you, Andy. You must trust me. I love you and would not do anything to harm you. I have set some rules for the ladies to abide by. They have agreed to do so.
"Our guests will be arriving about ten. We'll fix a salad and finger sandwiches for lunch. We can take care of that after you finish breakfast. Then we can shower and get ready."
I finished breakfast and cleared the table. Mom made the sandwiches while I fixed the salad. We put the food in the refrigerator and set the table in the dining room for four. Apparently I was to be included.
We went upstairs to shower. Mom took my collar off so I could shave. As we washed each other I noticed that Mom's clit was already enlarged. It appeared that she was anticipating hot times.
I knelt wanting to suck her. "Not yet, Andy. Later maybe," she told me.
After drying Mom, then myself, Mom combed her hair. Next we picked out the outfit I was to wear. "I've been having a little problem trying to decide just how you should dress, Andy, but I think pantyhose and bra first."
She meant, of course, crotchless panty hose. She opted for nude color. The bra she picked out was white, lacey and very feminine. As with all my bras it molded my chest into a small pair of breasts. She put a filmy white bed jacket on over it, but left it open.
She made me up next. Not completely. My eyes and eye brows; Rouge, too much I thought. Too much lipstick too, but no wig. She clipped on earrings and locked the collar around my neck.
In the mirror I looked a bit ridiculous. At least I thought so. Like a young girl playing at grown up. I asked Mom to let me wear a wig, but she refused. "You're not to look like a girl, Andy. You're to be a sissy boy."
I waited for her as she carefully applied her own makeup. She used cosmetics sparingly, but to good effect. When done she looked like a pleasant matron. Mom had me roll black seamed nylons on to her legs. She chose a short filmy white nightie, the color matched my bed jacket. She did not put on panties or bra. She had me put heels on both of us.
"I think we're ready," she said. "We'll go downstairs and get coffee ready for the girls."
She got her small overnight bag from the closet, the one that contained her strap on and other toys. She handed it to me to carry. I followed her downstairs. Her broad ass swayed beneath the gauzy fabric of her nightie. I found it quite stimulating. It helped me forget my embarrassment at my costume.
We set up the coffee maker in the kitchen, but did not turn it on just yet. We organized the living room next. Three comfortable upholstered chairs were positioned around a circular coffee table. Off to one side was a recliner. Mom had me clear an area of the living room about ten feet by ten. She didn't explain why. Last she got eight, or so, pillows from the closet and left them by the cleared area. She told me to put one of them next to the chair she would be sitting in.
A few minutes before ten. Mom turned on the coffee maker, opened the garage door and told me to set cup and saucers, sugar and cream on the coffee table. A plate of cookies too.
"You'll be kneeling on the pillow next to me, Andy," she instructed. "You are to look and act meek. You will obey all my commands without question. If I send you on an errand you are to return to the pillow as soon as you are done.
"If I tell you to go with one of the ladies you will do so. In that case you will do as she wishes. No matter what it is." She emphasized the last phrase. "She will be aware of what is not allowed. All else is."
"Yes, Mom,"
"Well, kneel there. What are you waiting for?"
I knelt on the pillow as she directed.
Mom puttered about making sure everything was ready.
I heard a car door shut in the garage. Someone had arrived. There was a tap on the door from the kitchen to the garage and Bridget poked her head in. She entered followed by Myra.
Mom met them with hugs for both then kisses on the lips. The kisses lingered for a few moments.
"Come on in," she told them. "Coffee's ready.
"Andy, stand for the ladies and let them see you," I stood, my cock exposed and half hard. "Turn around." Mom commanded.
"You may serve the coffee now." Despite the polite tone it was not a request.
The women sat in the chairs around the coffee table I poured for them with my cock hardening rapidly. I set the carafe on a pad then, as Mom had directed me, I returned to my pillow.
The women sipped their coffee and nibbled on cookies. Mom spoke first. "You both know my son Andy," she said. "As I told you he has become my sissy boy. Panty boy might also be a good term for him since he likes to dress up as a girl."
I could feel my whole body turning red with embarrassment.
"I have found him to be a quite interesting plaything, girls. I thought of you both when I found out how much fun he could be. We have been friends and lovers for quite a while now and because of our friendship I decided to share him with you."
"Thank you, Alice," Myra said, echoed closely by Bridget.
"Andy," Mom said. "The ladies have a few things in their car. Please help them bring them in."
"Yes, Mom," I responded. I had been wondering if Mom had meant it when she said she found me to be fun. Even more, just how she meant it. I stood and waited for the ladies to go first.
The garage door was open. I closed it before exposing myself to the street. Myra pointed out two large bundles that seemed to be quilts, or pads of some sort. There were also two small suitcases.
I carried the bundles into the living room one at a time. Mom directed me to open them out, one on top of the other in the space she had me clear earlier.
The ladies threw the pillows onto the soft pads and set their suitcases next to it. They disrobed then, both stripping down to bra and panties. Like Mom both wore nylons and heels.
I watched the women with interest. Bridget was a large woman, big boned some would say. She was about 5' 10" and weighed about 170. She was not fat, just big. Her tits, hips and butt were all in proportion. She was slim-waisted for her size. I think that in her younger days she may have been a voluptuous beauty. The beauty was faded now and she seldom smiled. Her normal expression could be described as sour. At least in public. She was smiling now as she chatted with Mom and Myra.
Bridget was a pillar of the community. She was very active with charitable work and was a leader in her church. Her husband was one of the cities foremost lawyers and a member of the city council. They were quite well off.
I somehow had trouble thinking of such a large woman having a name like Bridget. It just seemed, to me, that Bridget would fit a small, slim woman better.
Myra, physically, was almost the opposite of Bridget. She was about 5' 4". She had a compact body. Her breasts were the size of small grapefruit, her butt and legs eye-catching and her face pleasant. She was the smallest of the three. And the most attractive.
She had been married twice. Both divorces had resulted in large settlements for her. She did not need to work since she had invested her divorce profits wisely.
Mom asked her friends if they had decided who was first. "Bridget won the draw," Myra responded. "I hope she doesn't use him up, I like the looks of his equipment."
They all laughed. "Well, let's have him warm us all up," Mom said. "Come over here, Andy."
I moved to the front of my mother and when she spread her meaty thighs I moved between them. Her clit was hard and erect. I sucked it between my lips and gave her clitcock a blow job.
She came loudly and intensely. Her legs clasped me and her hands twisted in my hair. She pushed me away when She had orgasmed a second time. "Crawl over to Bridget," she instructed.
Bridget was waiting for me. She still had her panties on but she had pushed them aside to shove a couple of fingers into her vagina. I reached for the waistband and tugged it down over her hips. She lifted her ass to help me get them off.
She drew me to her pussy. It was hairy, like Mom's, her labia were large and fleshy. They were parted slightly to show me the redness of her inner self. She was surprisingly gentle. She caressed my head as I savored her scent. Her musk was strong. It overlaid a natural scent that was sharp, but not unpleasant. Her nylon sheathed legs held me firmly, but did not squeeze. I tasted her and licked at the dewy droplets on her labia. She sighed softly and urged me on.
