Chapter 10: The Accidental Menage, Part III

"God damn it," I screamed at her. "Just bend over and fucking stick it in!"

"I can't," my mother turned her tear-streaked face toward me and sobbed in abject humiliation.

"Of course you can," I sneered at her. "Pam can, can't you Pammie?"

"Oh, sure," Pam chuckled as she sat cross-legged on the floor watching us.

"Natalie?"

"Since I was twelve," the hot little housewife giggled.

"Laura probably used to do it two or three times a day," I pointed at the fourth member of my little group. She was sitting between Pam and Natalie and, like them, enjoying this immensely.

"For seventeen years," she smiled.

"It doesn't go that way!" Mom screamed.

"Of course it 'goes that way, '" I screamed right back at her. "Women have been making it 'go that way' for hundreds of years."

"But I never have," she wailed.

"Well, it's about fucking time you learned, isn't it?"

She sniffled.

"I said, isn't it, bitch?"

"Yes," she said.

"I'm sorry?" I held my temper in check.

"Yes, sir," she exhaled.

"Good," I said. "Pam, show her one more time."

Pam jumped to her feet, grabbed my mother by the hair, and pulled her back onto the floor.

"Now look, bitch," she was using her teacher tone of voice, pitched to the level of a six-year-old. "You tuck the end of the top sheet under the mattress like this. Then you grab the side of the sheet about nine inches from the bottom of the bed. That's a little bit smaller than your son and a little bit larger than that strap-on you were enjoying so much last night. Okay? You pull it up so it looks like a sail, you tuck the back of the sail under the mattress, and then you fold the sail down and under so you have a nice neat corner. Now there's one more corner left. One last chance, bitch. Try not to fuck it up."

That was probably my favorite moment of the entire weekend, although I really wish I had been the one to say that last bit.

You've got one last chance, bitch. Try not to fuck it up. Like you did the laundry. And the breakfast.

Sorry. I got a little carried away there. That little bit of theatre didn't take place until the middle of Sunday afternoon, after Laura had turned control of the household over to me. So perhaps I had better go back to Friday evening.

For your average guy, seeing his mother stark naked on her king-size bed would have at least been mildly titillating. Seeing her resting her weight on her forearms and knees, her ass high in the air, probably would have been enough to produce a nice little boner. Seeing her hands cupped around the ass of her very attractive young neighbor while her face is buried between that little cutie's thighs, all the while being fucked from behind by her son's exotic-looking French teacher? Let's just say it wouldn't stay a boner for very long, particularly if his mother looked even half as good as mine did.

For me? Eh, not so much.

Not that I didn't have a boner, too, of course. And not that I wasn't in danger of shooting any second now. But that was because Laura Stone was right next to my mother, in virtually the same position, and I had my cock buried balls deep inside her. Since Laura's mouth wasn't buried in Natalie's muff, she was free to narrate her experiences for my mother's benefit.

"Your son —" Laura grunted in rhythm with my thrusts, "is so big — and so thick — and so good at this. — Bet you wish — you had a nice warm cock — about to shoot its load — in your dried up little cunt. — OW!

She turned her head to look back at me.

"What the hell was that for?" she demanded.

I couldn't really tell her. I didn't really know. I was enjoying the whole scene, right up until she took that last jab at my mother.

"Cum, bitch," I growled at her, slapping her one more time on the ass.

"Oh, fuck!" Laura groaned, twisting the sheets in her fists as her body twisted beneath me in response to my command.

I looked over at Pam and smiled. Laura might be the mistress of the house for the weekend, but she still responded to her master.

Then we both looked down at Mom. Natalie had opened her eyes and was looking down at her as well.

"Oh God, yes," my mother moaned.

Natalie spread her knees so that we could better hear Mom's muffled whimpers.

"Oh, fuck yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes!"

"That's a pretty good talent," Pam whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I got two orgasms with one order."

We watched our respective partners finish climaxing, and then Laura announced that it was bedtime.

"But I haven't cum yet," Natalie protested.

"Like I really care, honey bitch," Laura smiled. "Besides, when I said 'bedtime, ' I meant that my old college suitemate and I are going to go take her son's bed and re-enact the 'good old days.'"

"Terry's staying here?" Natalie's face lit up.

"Terry's staying here," Laura agreed. She pointed a finger at me.

"And when we get together, I want to find these two bitches just as well trained as your mom and I are."

"I'll do my best, mistress," I tugged on my forelock. "Two more climaxes on demand coming up."

"Good man," she said.

"Good man," my mother panted, finally pushing herself off the bed and shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. Laura had already fetched the handcuffs from the floor. She cuffed my mother's hands behind her back and led her out of the room.

"What are you doing?" I looked over at Pam.

"Taking off the strapon?"

She stopped and looked back on me.

"But Natalie hasn't come yet," I pointed out.

Both women got wicked grins on their faces. Natalie eagerly spread her legs as Pam moved between them.

"What are you doing?" Pam asked me over her shoulder after she pushed the strapon into Natalie's sopping wet slit. I had centered myself over Pam, and was taking advantage of the fact that the straps that held the strapon in place did absolutely nothing to prevent my access to my pretty French teacher.

"You and I haven't cum yet either," I pointed out. "Now are you going to start taking this training seriously or not?"

When I awoke the next morning, I had Pam Lee snoring lightly on one shoulder, and Natalie Winston drooling happily on the other.

"So what's on today's agenda?"

I opened my eyes to see Laura standing in the doorway. My mom was at her feet, a leather collar around her neck and a leather leash leading from it to Laura's hand.

"Breakfast," I said excitedly.

"No, I mean for this one," Laura gestured at Mom.

"Breakfast," I repeated. "I want her to make breakfast."

"Breakfast?" Pam whined as she stretched and woke up. "Anyone can make breakfast."

"She can't," I pointed at my mother.

"What do you mean she can't make breakfast?" Natalie said from the other side.

"Dad and I have split the breakfast duties for the last five years," I explained. "So it would really make me happy to see Mom do it for a change."

"How happy?" Laura grinned.

I looked down to where Mr. Happy was already starting to make himself a nice little tent in the bedsheets. Laura followed my gaze.

"Come on, bitch," she yanked on the leash. "Let's go make some breakfast."

The girls took turns with my Mom for the rest of the day. Laura liked having her boobs licked and kissed, and Mom liked to lick and kiss them. Natalie liked having her pussy played with, and Mom was more than happy to oblige. And Pam liked using the strapon that we had found buried in Mom's closet last weekend. It apparently wasn't the only thing Mom had buried. It would never have occurred to me, and perhaps not even to her, that she would have been that responsive, that willing to lose control of herself. By the end of Saturday afternoon, her hair matted with sweat, her muscles tired from her earlier effort, she was still screaming at Pam to fuck her harder, faster, more, more, more.

Dividing the girls into those sessions still left two girls for me each time. I did my best to keep up my end of the bargain. Keeping anything of mine up proved harder and harder, though, as first Pam and then Natalie took my smaller and smaller loads deep inside of them. Finally, when Laura announced that she was taking me back to my bed for the evening, I had to tell that it would likely prove a disappointment to her.

"Honey," Laura whispered as we left an exhausted trio of women in Mom and Dad's bed, "right now I just want to fall asleep with you at my breast. Then tomorrow morning I'm turning control of this little zoo over to its rightful master.

"And I'm hoping," she concluded as we climbed into bed, "that his first order of business is to fuck the shit out of his best little slave."

I could do that.

And after I did that, we taught Mom a little bit more about how to make breakfast. Then we taught her how to do the laundry. Then I watched her push the vacuum cleaner around the house and dust the furniture. All of it naked, of course. The girls just watched in bemusement, entertaining each other when they felt the need.

"Why?" I asked Mom as she sat motionless on the edge of the bathtub.

"Why what, honey?"

It was still strange to hear a voice that meek coming from my mother's mouth.