Chapter 4

“Tonight is a celebration of the triple goddess. We drink cheap wine and let our inhibitions run wild, as long at our desires don’t interfere with someone else’s fun. Respect is the core tenant of this gathering.” Glives waved a hand around the play space.

A sharp whisper threatened from behind Joey, “Take one sip of wine, or fail to wear a condom, and I’ll drag you out of here.” Charlene cleared her throat to cover her hissed words.

Joey felt trapped. His mind raced to disarm it but struggled to find a solution. Bluster was his forte, but Glives had sapped him into stillness and silence. The men standing before him sauntered around his thwarted pose, to reacquaint themselves with his gorgeous mother.

He thought about having his mom remove her mask. If anything, he could get a laugh out of how the leering men would recoil in revulsion, but there were bound to be a couple guys and maybe some women who could look past Bitch’s burned face. They would call his bluff and maybe convince his mom to do whatever she wanted - which would ruin what he’d done to get this far.

“By my own free will, I do whatever MILFlash tells me. So if you want some of this,” Charlene wriggled her hips and chest to emphasize her offer. “You’ll have to convince him to share me.”

Charlene had first wanted to laugh at how her son’s misguided endeavor was collapsing, but the danger of him being exposed as a minor was too great. She had to either extract Joey from the scene or help him navigate it.

If the cops were called, that would be the end of the Tucker family.

Half of the men around her, likely those who had paid handsomely to attend without a woman partner, slunk away. The others went to their partners, to negotiate possibilities.

Joey wanted to kick and yell at and whip his mother for taking charge of the situation. She was suppose to be his toy, especially at a sex party! All he could do was glare behind his Punch mask.

It was Glives who made the first offer. “Clit Kitty!” She called sharply. A short woman arranging snacks and drinks at a table, perked up. Joey hadn’t noticed her, which surprised him because she wore golden nekomimi ears. The ‘cat woman’ scampered over to them, purring as she approached Glives. “Mistress?”

“You’re going to eat a dick, my pretty.” Mistress Glives rubbed under the shorter woman’s chin. Teens are quick to identify hypocrisy, and Joey nearly exploded at the moderator’s relationship to the not-ugly cat woman, at their party’s supposed freedom. Yet, he managed to restrain his outburst. This was unfamiliar and bizzare social territory. It could be the two lesbians were merely playing a master/slave game.

The sorrow that overcame the cat-eared sub tore a little of Joey’s heart. His mother, Charlene, caught her breath at the pitiful sight.

Glives turned to Joey. “Here’s my offer, MILFlash, mouth for a mouth. This humiliated kitten will suck you if Bitch and I can go for a sixty nine.”

Joey’s anger got the best of him. Clit Kitty was the prettiest woman who he had seen up close. She had maybe C cup tits but not much butt. Her waist was the same girth as her hips. “I want to fuck her.” He blurted. That had been his plan all along.

Clit Kitty winced and squeaked most unhappily.

“I’m sorry, M.L. I made my best offer. I don’t allow dicks in my pet’s virginity.”

The cat woman was a virgin? Joey almost shook his head - ridiculous!

“How about her butt?” Charlene had sensed a deadlock looming. “I bet it’s plenty experienced with intruding shapes, and maybe a few dicks.” She ‘got’ that Glives and Clit Kitty were a dom-sub lesbian pair, if not a couple. She doubted that her son understood much of what that meant. He could talk the talk, but his actual experience with sex had been, up until now, ridiculous fantasy. Were it not for his co-conspirator, Sam Patterson, Charlene would have never been caught up in her son’s fantasy. Now she was fighting to save Joey’s fantasy of sex club swapping. She surreptitiously unzipped one of her eye holes.

Joey immediately resented his mother’s interference. She was his SLAVE, gods be damned! Yet he was still committed to swapping her, and Clit Kitty wasn’t so bad looking - sorta how Sam’s slut mom looked but a lot younger.

Glives sensed the male’s frustration but didn’t give a fuck. However, Bitch’s counter-offer wasn’t untenable. She turned to her special lover. “What’s your safeword tonight, my pet?”

“Washington.”

“Mistress mommy really wants to double suck with Bitch tonight. I’m going to tell you to take MILFlash’s dick up your tight little butthole.”

Clit Kitty took a while to consider her mistress’ warning. Charlene guessed that this was the young woman’s chance to use her safeword, to escape getting a real dick up her ass.

Joey lost patience, ignorant of what was happening. “Don’t make your lesbo master wait, Cunt. Or maybe I’ll slap you.”

“Deal’s off, MILFlash.” Glives lectured. “You don’t have any right to intrude on my property.” She put an arm around her pet and hugged the shorter woman to her side, pressing her left breast into Kitty’s face. “Mommy will protect you.” She comforted.

Charlene shook her head at her idiot son’s blunder.

“Okay, she can suck me.” Joey felt his power slipping away. He had none here except his mother’s shapely body for leverage.

Without comment, Glives shuffled away holding Clit Kitty close and murmuring sweet words. “Mommy loves her kitty way more than a fool’s sexy meat pile.”

Joey fumed loud enough for his mother to hear through his mask. “Honey, these people aren’t like Eleanor and I. They may pretend crazy things online, but here, they have rules that keep their fun safe and unspoiled.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Bitch.” The mask muffled the teen’s snarl. “There’s lots of guys here who’ll make better offers. I’m tempted to make you take cum from all of them.” Joey hated that he had missed out of jizzing inside what was probably the least ugly woman at the party, other than his mother.

The first man to approach Joey with an offer, caught Charlene’s unzipped eye. He was decent looking, not fat and well groomed. His clothes were colorful, apparently freshly washed and ironed.

“Hey, MILFlash, how ya doin’ tonight? I like the mask. This is my lady, Charlene. She don’t get on the forum, but she ain’t fat like a lot of those who do.”

Fear stabbed but retreated from Joey’s chest. Charlene? That was his mom’s name! Had to be coincidence. He relaxed from momentary shock. The woman presented was thin but like a meth addict! Her teeth looked real bad and probably smelled worse. She was tall and gangly, like an emaciated giraffe. Her eyes were half dead. Joey’s mother wondered if the woman was high.

“Hi, Mill -- Flash.” The woman grinned blankly. “I’m paid up’n’til morn’.” She shifted restlessly standing in her ‘partner’s grasp. “Go’n onna date?”

“She’ll do whatever you let me do with Bitch.” The man proposed. “And probably more.” He winked.

The real Charlene curled from revulsion, certain that the poor creature before her was using a fake name, her whore name probably, but there was nothing about the coincidence to laugh at. Suddenly the man’s decent looking appearance melted away. The guy wasn’t ugly. His soul was. Joey’s mother recoiled at the thought of her boy even touching this revolting man’s hired, sex party asset. She felt deeply sorry for the woman, but at the same time she needed to protect her son!

Joey grimaced behind his mask. This female wasn’t anything like the fantasy he had of swapping. A tightness pained his chest from the inside. Everything was going wrong.

“I’ll take her!” He blurted, pride overpowering good sense. He told himself, she may be an ugly stick of a cunt, but maybe he could learn something from her.

Charlene’s heart sank. She had promised her son and the crowd, to obey his wishes.

“Hee!” The crack-whore squealed. “Charlene’s gonna make you cum to forget your fat tit Bitch!” She lurched forward and grabbed Joey’s arm, attempting to lead him away.

“Match made in the goddess’ bosom, right?” The man grinned at the two leaving, then leered at the masked Charlene. “Call me, Germaine, Bitch.” He lunged forward, hands ready to grope.

Charlene was about to shrink away, resigned to the whims of a stranger who pressed all her wrong buttons. In her mind, the man’s empty left hand produced a steaming iron. A bolt of fear lanced her spine. He transformed into her ex-husband, Joey’s father, and he was going to do worse than bring pain. This horrid stranger was going to disfigure her soul - all over again!

The son enslaved woman growled and thrust her palms against the advancing nightmare. “What’s your safeword, Master?” She called out after her son!

Joey felt his nerve evaporating under the skinny whore’s oppressive glee. She was going to rape him! His iron pride compelled him to follow through with his fantasy of humiliating his mother at a sex party while he impregnated all of the sexy women there - no matter how ugly they actually were!

His mother’s shout cracked his now desolate fantasy into pieces. My safeword? Joey suddenly fought against the woman’s pull. She was actually very weak. Only her experience had power over him. She shook like a rag doll pulled from a pile of dolls. Her blank eyes stared at him.

Joey shouted the first word that came to him. “Crackerjacks, mo-!” He almost added, “ ... mommy!”

“Are you sure?” His mother confirmed from a dozen steps away.

Joey shook off ‘Charlene’s arm and retreated. “Crackerjacks! Crackerjacks! Crackerjacks!” Tears rained down his masked cheeks. He hurried to his mother.