“Helping you marinate your supper salad,” I quipped, since the cucumber would retain her salty ass taste, as well as the creamy cum I’d already provided. “I expect this to be used in the supper you make for you and your husband tonight, without peeling or cleaning it at all. Is that understood?” I demanded, pumping the vegetable in and out of her ass.
“Oh, Kevin,” she moaned, still recovering from her orgasm and too weak to say much more.
“Your answer is ‘yes’, slut,” I informed her.
“Yes, Kevin,” she agreed weakly.
“Good,” I said, leaving the cucumber inside her ass as I put my dick away.
I slapped her ass hard and left the house without another word… curious about whether she would actually obey my ludicrous order.
I was walking down the Dieks driveway, when I spotted Mrs. Moore across the street, looking right at me. I waved… wondering what she might have seen while I was in the car, and what she was thinking at the moment. I’d definitely been inside the house way longer than it would take to bring in some groceries… even if I’d helped put them away.
Just then, Mr. Dieks drove into the double lane driveway. I waved to him as I headed to my house. He waved back.
I smiled at the power I had over Mrs. Dieks, and the growing influence I was beginning to have on much of the block… Mrs. Moore a very possible future target… but first, I had a young coed to fuck tonight.
But even before that… a much-needed nap.
…..
Mom woke me up in my bedroom the old fashioned way… no blowjob this time… she just shook me and said something. “Hey, wake up sleepyhead. It’s almost time.”
“Okay,” I said, slowly waking up.
“Mistress Danai sent you a link, so you can watch our preliminary proceedings,” she said.
“Oh?” I said, this news waking me up in a heartbeat.
“Although part of the plan has been changed,” she said, as I looked up and saw she was wearing red lingerie with matching red stockings attached.
“Mmmmmmm,” I said, admiring my mother’s all red look. “You look good enough to eat!”
“You like?” he asked.
“If I wasn’t saving my next couple of loads for tonight. I’d already be fucking you senseless,” I said, as she placed her nylon-clad right leg onto the bed right beside me. I placed my left hand on her leg and felt the sexy sheer nylons. “Wow, these are super silky.”
“Yeah, I found this pair on Facebook marketplace. They’re Wolfords. Made in England, and super hard to get over here.”
“Well, I approve,” I said, stroking my hand up and down her leg.
“I thought you would,” she said. “I’ve just ordered a few different colours and designs from their website. Although it will take a couple weeks for them to get here.”
“Okay,” I said. That wasn’t too long.
“I paid for expedited shipping, so hopefully they’ll arrive sooner,” she said, as I lifted up her foot and sucked one of her toes into my mouth. “So I guess you like them.”
“I love them,” I said, worshipping her sweet delicate nylon-clad toes. “So the plan has changed?”
“Yes. Tamara and Danai are coming over here almost immediately,” she said.
“Really?” I asked, giving generous attention to each silky sheer toe.
“Yes. Tamara called and asked if I’d be alone tonight,” she explained. “I lied and told her I would be.”
“I see,” I said. “And where, perchance, did you tell her I’d be?”
“At the movies,” she said. “Which is kind of true.”
“Oh?” I asked.
“Yes, you’ll be watching a live action porn flick with an audience of one,” she smiled as she moved her foot down to the floor just as I finished the last toe.
“I see,” I said, expecting her to offer me the other foot.
“I’d love to have you suck all ten toes, and even give Mommy a foot massage, but they’ll be here any minute now,” she said.
“Do they think I’ve already left?” I asked.
“I texted them just before coming in here and said that you had,” she said, just as the doorbell rang.
“Speaking of devilish sluts,” I joked, knowing it was corny, but pretty witty.
Mom bent down and kissed me while she squeezed my hard cock. “It’s good to know Mommy can still get you excited,” she said when she broke the kiss.
“Always,” I said, and I watched her gorgeous ass while she walked away. As soon as her amazing back end was out of view, I grabbed my laptop, flipped it open and checked my email.
I clicked on a message from Mrs. Grady and saw a link and the words: I hope you enjoy. You did say you wanted to watch your Mom’s first DP.
I clicked on the link and saw our living room. It was empty… although I could faintly hear some feminine voices.
A moment later, I saw all three lovely ladies walk in to the room. Mrs. Grady, as I’d instructed, was wearing white nylons. Tamara, to my chagrin, had on black nylons and, as I’ve already mentioned, my hot Mom was still in her sexy red stockings.
As I admired the three beautiful women, all in sexy nylons, I wondered what they were using for a camera, when in effect I was looking through the one Mom normally used. And had they filmed other sexual rendezvous? A question I’d be inquiring about later.
“Miss me, slut?” Tamara asked, walking over to my Mom, slapping her ass and then kissing her.
“Immensely,” Mom answered when the kiss was broken a few seconds later.
“Then why are you still standing?” Tamara asked.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Mom responded, immediately dropping to her knees, into a position I was very used to seeing her in… except it was usually to suck cock… my cock. Hearing Mom calling someone Mistress was also quite hot.
“Mom tells me you’re craving some double penetration,” Tamara said as she lifted her dress far enough to reveal that her black stockings were attached to a black garter-belt.
“I’ve been craving to service your pussy, eat your asshole, and to be fucked by you and your Mom simultaneously for a long time,” Mom said wickedly.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your nastiness,” Tamara said. “Coeds are shitty pussy eaters, and the professors are too uppity… they usually think they’re doing me a favour.”
“But you still use them, I assume,” Mom said, as she rubbed her hands up and down Tamara’s legs.
“That goes without saying,” Tamara said, pulling Mom’s head into her pussy. “And Professor Carter, bless her pussy, is becoming very well trained.”
“I told you you’d break her,” Danai said.
“Yeah, she took a little more time than most white sluts, who break just from the offer of some ripe young chocolate pie,” Tamara said as Mom licked her. “But she still tumbled just like the rest of them. I had her wearing a vibrating egg a few days ago, which I turned on and off during class as a punishment for her soul food eatery resistance.”