Thanks for the positive responses for the previous chapters. Constructive comments are always welcome.
Forgive the soap box, but I need to vent a little.
Some commenters have demanded that I change my writing style to what they want.
Some commenters have complained that my chapters are too short.
I let the story determine how long, or short, a chapter is, and what it's content is. Chapter 05 and this chapter are longer than the previous ones because that's what the story demanded.
For those of you that think demanding something will have any effect on how I write, I'm talking about you Grayge37, are greatly mistaken. I don't give a tinkers darn about comments from brick throwers with no published stories.
The high ratings, positive comments, and truly good advice hugely outweigh the bricks thrown by trolls. I'm going to go with the encouraging and constructive advice.
Suggestions for directions you'd like to see the stories go are welcome.
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Tuesday, mid-morning.
Ken and Tom had spent the last 24 hours getting accustomed to their new lives. Each had moved out of his boyhood room, and into the master bedroom, which he shared with his mother, now lover. Tom had spent his first full night sleeping, occasionally, in bed with a willing, and beautiful woman, his mom.
Both had started the process of settling into the changed relationship with his mom. They were still mother and son, but they were now lovers, partners, and masters to their new slaves. They'd had plenty of sex with their moms, but it wasn't as frenzied as it had been.
Both boys were still learning control, but as they moved past the initial need to frantically fuck their moms non-stop, they realized their enjoyment, and love, of their mom, was becoming deeper and richer. Both boys were thoroughly enjoying the new normal.
Alice was sorting through stuff in the basement, Tom wasn't sure why, while Christine had gone grocery shopping for the late dinner the couples were planning at Tom's house after their "quality time" interlude.
Tom and Ken were in Tom's backyard. Tom's backyard had always been the alternate gathering place for the boy's club. Alice and Tom had a pool but did not have a pool house. They did have a basketball hoop and plenty of deck for pick-up games.
The boys were shooting hoops and discussing how their lives had changed. Both boys missing no opportunity to marvel at their good fortune in finding themselves with such amazing women.
Ken asked Tom, "What are your plans for my mom this afternoon, she's going to want to know?"
Tell her to just dress normally, like she always used to. I'm simply going to take her upstairs to your bed and have wonderful, satisfying sex with her," explained Tom.
"I've had such strong feelings for her for so long, and she's such a sweet lady, that I just want to take my time and enjoy her. Our moms are gifts, and I plan on showing your mom how much I treasure that gift," continued Tom.
"The only concrete plan I have is to strip her naked and to explore every square inch of her body. I want to know her body so well that I could draw it perfectly from memory. I plan to give every one of the moms the same close attention. What do you have planned for my mom?" asked Tom.
"I'd like her to be sunning herself in the back yard wearing the tiny yellow bikini she loves to torment us with. I'm not telling you anything else, I want it to be a surprise," replied Ken.
"You mean THAT Bikini!" said Tom.
"You bet. She knew exactly what she was doing to the four of us boys when she'd saunter out to your pool wearing that tiny yellow scrap of fabric, with her matching yellow high heels." Laughed Ken. "Today it's payback time!"
Later.
Before Ken left for Alice's, Christine stopped him and told him, "Alice and I are very alike, but also very different. While I love getting fucked hard, I also love being cuddled, complemented, told how beautiful I am and how good my body feels wrapped around a cock. Alice, while she doesn't mind that, just wants to be fucked. She lives to be taken. Go over there and take Alice, Kenny, it's what she wants."
Just then the back door opened, and Alice stuck her head out and told the boys," I need to show you, boys, something in the basement. Alice then led the boys into the basement.
"Once upon a time, boys, this was Bob's playroom," Alice said upon entering the basement, referring to Tom's estranged father. "This room played a factor in Bob leaving us," Said Alice. "He turned this room into what was becoming a dungeon. He started wanting more twisted and dark things from me and his other partners," related Alice.
"That's not to say, in the early days, we did not have a lot of fun down here," continued Alice.
She walked to the center of the room, near a box sitting on the floor, instructing the boys to empty the box.
The boys found a heavy-duty screw hook, a couple of pullies attached to some ropes, and a pair of leather manacles hooked to either end of an 18-inch wooden rod. They also found four leather straps with short bolts attached to them.
Alice pointed a hole in the beam above his head and directed Tom to turn the heavy screw hook into the hole until it was tight. Then she had him hang the pully and manacle contraption onto the hook.
She then pointed out holes in the carpet where the four straps could be bolted down, showing Ken which strap went where and directing Ken to tighten down the bolts. The boys noticed there was a thick layer of padding under the carpet, the purpose of which became clear when Alice kneeled on the straps.
It was clear one set of straps went behind her knees, and the second round her ankles, fixing her tightly to the floor with her knees spread, giving easy access to her from front and back. They needed no help figuring out the manacles, quickly strapping her wrists to the wooden bar, pulling the ropes tight, stretching her out, and finding a cleat on the wall to her side to secure the rope.
Alice smiled and said, "I spent a lot of time in this thing getting double and triple penetrated, lots of times with Christine watching. Sometimes she'd be one of the penetrators with her strap-on."
