“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.