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I must have slept long and deeply. The sun has moved from shining in the bedroom window. I open my eyes and find Lovely staring at me.

“Let me go. Please.”

“Where do you want to go?” I can’t comprehend that anyone would ever want to leave this place. I certainly don’t. She was having fun, wasn’t she?

“Home.”

“This is home.” The sentence tumbles from my mouth before I can consider it. It doesn’t feel quite accurate, but no other home comes to mind. “Just relax. Let Mother take care of you how she does me.”

I reach out, stroke her cheek reassuringly, and notice that her arms are at odd angles like she’s holding something behind her back.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why?” I furrow my brows.

“She tied my hands. And my feet.” Lovely whimpers pitifully, but chokes back most of the sobs that seem ready to start.

I run my eyes down her still-naked body and find a spreader bar shackled to her ankles. The sight arouses me, even as my body flushes with shame.

“It’s okay.” I lean toward the scared woman. “Mother tied me up before. The end result was amazing.”

I roll her onto her back and claim her mouth, shoving my tongue inside to taste her. She shakes her head as if to pull away, even while she’s moaning. The slight struggles send surges of blood down to my penis. The fact that she can’t do anything is hot. I can do anything I want to her.

I slide my body on top of hers and grind my erection on her hips. One hand reaches under her to grab her butt and the other squeezes her breast, hard enough to make her squeal.

I jerk back, confused, and stare into her scared, teary eyes. What’s possessing me? I’ve never wanted to take advantage of a woman before.

Or at least admitted to myself that I did.

All those bondage magazines. The women restrained, unable to resist. Pleasure perfectly mixed with pain. A healthy dose of fear in every eye, feigned or not.

I never showed anyone those magazines. I kept them locked away in a small safe I purchased in secret with my allowance and placed in the back of my closet.

This was on my erotic bucket list. And Mother knew that, as she knows everything I crave.

Which means she must have informed Lovely. Told her to pretend to want to get away. This is an act. One arranged for my benefit. Because Mother provides.

“Getting started without me?”

I turn my head as Mother enters in a silky, black robe open in the front, a drink in her hand.

“Here, John. I think you’ll find this revitalizing.”

From the aroma alone, as it nears my lips, I know what’s inside. Mother’s goodness. A good eight ounces of it.

I chug it down, savoring the way it warms and stirs my insides. Yes, I’m good to go again.

“Move her to the edge of the bed, John.” Mother sheds her robe and walks to the dresser.

I stand up, grab the spreader bar, and drag Lovely down.

“No. Please don’t do this. I just want to go home.” Her body shakes with her sobs.

Wow. She’s good. Almost like she took classes for this.

Excited for the erotic, taboo situation, my cock is at full attention, ready to serve another round of duty.

I rake my nails down her legs, leaving bright red streaks. Time to get rough. I’m ready to let it all out. In Mother’s world, there are no limits.

Mother stands behind me, and something delightfully firm tickles the back of my legs. “Whenever you’re ready, John.”

I lift Lovely’s ankles, bending her almost in half, and plunge into her pussy. As I suspected, it’s all an act. She’s still dripping wet. Maybe this is a fantasy of hers that she’s acting out. I might not be the only one Mother seeks to fulfill. Except for the fact that granting Lovely’s wishes delivers me mine, I would be jealous. Instead, I’m content to share Mother for the day. So long as it doesn’t become the norm.

Lovely turns her head away and continues to cry. “I want to go home.”

My rigor renewed, my hips set a furious pace. I pound into her over and again while she weeps and grips my cock with her tightness.

Mother’s hand touches my back. “Hold still a moment.” She presses, bending me over.

I go with the pressure, and something cold touches the entrance to my ass. I moan, realizing Mother is going to peg me while I fuck Lovely.

The lubed dildo slips inside, caressing my prostate with the motion, doubling my pleasure. I can’t decide whether to focus my attention on my butt or my dick. Both places pulse and cry with need for release.

Slowly, I begin my thrusts again. My every motion provides near-overwhelming dual stimulation.

Mother lets me set the pace, content to stand with her hands on my hips.

I watch the tears leak from Lovely’s eyes. Each one makes me want to take her harder. I’m limited by how much my ass can take.

Instead of speed, I settle for depth and press her legs closer to her torso. I lean into it, using small forceful movements.

Her pretend cries of pain encourage me to put more into it. Let her take it like the slut she is. That’s why she’s here engaging in a threesome with us. She wants to be abused. Doesn’t every woman hide that secret from the world? The way that boys need to hide their desire to be with two girls at once or inflict a little torment.

Mother’s room is the place where dreams come true, and I’m the privileged one who gets mine realized while I carry out Lovely’s wishes.

What woman feels comfortable telling her husband or boyfriend she wants it rough? Perhaps rougher than he’s willing to give?

Well. I’m here. I’m willing.

I push her legs further and sink a little deeper. She cries harder.

That’s it. You wanted a cock that could hit your cervix? You got it.

As if in response to my aggression, Mother presses into the backside of my hips, making the strap-on tease my prostate with continual force.