“Ah, you are such a good girl,” Mother remarked, stroking Peep’s back with her hand. “A faster learner. Up, pet.”
Mother twined her hand in Peep’s hair and she stood, her hands still tucked behind her back. “You know you aren’t allowed to fraternize,” Mother admonished her, leaning in close enough Peep could smell the mint tea she’d been drinking on her breath.
“I’m sorry, Mother,” Peep whispered, swallowing hard. She felt tears stinging her eyes again. “It was just-”
Mother raised an eyebrow. “Oh, this should be good. What was it just, darling?” Peep looked over at Tom, who was watching them both with darkening eyes.
“Nothing, Mother,” Peep whispered. “It was nothing.” Mother smiled, turning to Tom and bringing Peep along with her, this time grabbing her by the wrist. “You see, Tom, it was nothing. She said so herself.”
“I don’t believe it,” Tom replied, his eyes blazing. Mother eyed them both and then forced the young girl to her knees in front of him.
“You can believe whatever you like, precious,” she told him, petting Peep’s hair.
“But she does my bidding-and so do you. Isn’t that right, pet?”
“Yes, Mother,” Peep whispered, her eyes turned up to them both.
“Who is your mistress?” Mother asked, stroking Peep’s cheek.
“You are, Mother.”
“Who loves you?” she asked, rubbing her fingers over the girl’s soft lips.
“You do, Mother.”
“Who gives you more pleasure than you ever knew possible?” Peep closed her eyes for a moment, her nostrils flaring at the memory. “You do, Mother.”
The older woman smiled, her eyes soft as she reached to tweak Peep’s hard pink nipple. “Yes, that’s my good girl.” Mother turned her eyes to Tom, and they hardened as she saw his jaw working, his fists clenched.
“You will say the same, before the day is out, dear Tom,” Mother told him, her eyes roaming over the muscles in his chest straining against his bonds.
“Never,” he spat.
Mother laughed, the sound light and delighted. “Hickory, dickory dock,” Mother murmured. “Now you shall suck his cock,” she instructed the girl, pushing her head toward Tom’s engorged member. It was still incredibly hard, the leather straps keeping the blood flow restricted.
Peep began by licking the head, her tongue working around and around. She kept her hands on her thighs, using just her lips and mouth on him, taking him in a bit at a time, wetting him with her saliva. Mother watched, her eyes flickering from Tom’s face, which was beginning to belie his pleasure, to Peep’s, the girl looking adoringly up at him as if she were worshipping his member.
Mother glanced over at Blue, who was watching them both as well, his eyes moving with the motion of Peep’s head over Tom’s cock. She smiled, sidling over to him and pressing into his side.
“Isn’t it a lovely show?” Mother whispered. Tom was moaning now, thrusting into Peep’s waiting, willing mouth.
Blue nodded, his eyes never moving from them. “Yes, Mother.” She leaned in to his ear. “Mmmmmm Blue,” she purred, her hand sliding down the front of him, finding out just how hard he was. “You need someone to blow that horn.”
He smiled, a slow, lopsided thing, his eyes flicking down to her face and then back to the action, Peep choking and gagging on Tom’s cock now, tears coming out of the corners of her eyes, and still she took him, over and over. The young man was up on his toes, trying to get as much of himself into her as he could, and Mother heard his moans of pleasure mixed with a hint of frustration.
“I would never refuse you, Mother.” Blue’s eyes fell from hers to her breasts, pressed up in her black corset.
“I’ll be right back,” she said with a wink, moving toward Peep and Tom. She knelt down next to the girl for a moment, watching her trying to swallow him, her cheeks
bulging, saliva running down her chin. Mother’s eyes were bright and shining as she touched Peep’s shoulder, pulling her back.
“Very nice, darling.” She praised the girl, who looked at her with dazed eyes.
Mother looked at Tom’s cock, a bright, angry, throbbing red, pulsing with his blood. The young man was panting, sweating, his muscles tight and hard. Mother stood and backed him against the wall with her body, putting her knee between his thighs, her lips inches from his.
“You see, Tom,” Mother explained, feeling his ragged breath against her face.
“These lovely leather straps?” She gave them a tug and he groaned, bucking against her, his eyes closing. “They won’t let you come. You can stay hard practically forever… until I decide it’s time for you to finish.”
Tom’s eyes flew open and he stared at her, aghast. She smiled at his final understanding and patted his cheek with her hand.
“Did you fuck my little Peep?” Mother asked him, pulling the straps again. He grunted and shuddered. “Answer me, dear.”
“Yes,” he moaned as she began to move her hand over his shaft, still slick with Peep’s saliva.
“Well, then, you shall fuck her again,” Mother said, pursing her lips. “For my pleasure, this time.”
Mother helped Peep to stand, her hands roaming over the girl’s body, cupping her breasts and slipping down her smooth, flat tummy to probe through the soft, downy hair between her thighs. “Oh, my,” Mother exclaimed, her fingers pushing in deeper.
“You are so very wet. Did you like that big, hard cock in you?”
Peep nodded, her eyes downcast. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered.
“Do you want it inside of you now?” the older woman asked, making Peep rock with the motion of her hand between her legs.
“Ohhh,” Peep moaned, leaning her forehead against Mother’s shoulder as the woman fingered her. “Oh yes, Mother…please.”
Mother removed her fingers, lifting the glistening digits to Tom’s mouth and spreading the wetness over his lips. “That’s honey,” she murmured. “From my little honeybee.” She watched as Tom sucked her fingers, feeling an ache between her own legs as he did.
“She’s a good little worker,” Mother murmured, edging Peep back, closer and closer to Tom. “And she’s going to work your cock until you can’t stand it. Are you ready, Tom?”
He moaned in response as Mother took his cock in her hand, bending Peep over with the other and aiming him at her pink little hole from behind. Mother rubbed him all over her wetness, teasing Peep’s clit with the tip. She whimpered, wiggling her hips back and forth.
“Slide on,” Mother told Peep, watching as the girl edged back, pressing Tom into the wall as she impaled herself on his stiff member. Tom groaned as she began to move her hips, grinding back into him, working the length of his shaft along her soft, velvet walls.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Mother whispered, her hand slipping between her legs as she watched them, her pussy a dark, glistening treasure. “Now, don’t you stop, pet. Not until I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mother,” Peep panted, her eyes half closed and her mouth a little “o” as she bent herself in half, her hands on her knees as she worked her hips against Tom.
Mother slipped her peignoir off her shoulders, turning to where Blue was still standing, watching them all. His gaze followed her as she approached, dipping down her corset, over her garters and fishnets and boots, and back up again to where her fingers lingered in the darkness between her thighs.
“Let’s see what you have for Mother,” she whispered as she knelt before him and undid his breeches. Blue threw his head back as she took him into her hand, and then into her mouth, her tongue deft, her fingers skilled, pulling the skin back and taking him all without a hint or a sign of difficulty.