Mummy pt 2

Pt 2.

I heard the door bell go after a few hours. I heard the door open and then a number of people entering chatting loudly. They got louder as they enter the room and continued chatting until my mother called for order. They talked about club business for a time before my mother called for order again.
“Now then lady’s I have a treat for you. You always comment on my boy being good looking and as such I want you to do what you like to him, as long as you get my permission first.”
A general mutter of excitement flowed through the room. I heard the door of the cupboard open, and could feel some untie my feet. She led me out of the cupboard, still bound, gagged and blindfolded. She brought me to my knees and bent me over the coffee table. Then my hands were bound to the legs, exposing my ass and back to the women. There was another mutter of excitement.
“I’ll get the ball rolling shall I?” said mother
I felt something press into my asshole, and then enter it. She was guiding her dildo into my ass, deeper and deeper until she got it in almost to the end. Then she turned it on and they watched and laughed as I writhe and squirmed with this dildo in my ass. Then she began pumping my ass with it, fast and hard, till my hole was red raw. Then she turned it of and stopped leaving it plants in my ass.
Then she said “Anyone got any suggestions”
“How about pouring candle wax on him” said the squeaky voice of Mrs Johnson, who was about my mum’s age.
“Sure”
A few moments passed before the dildo was ripped from my ass, leaving the red hot hole freezing cold for a brief second. Then I felt a burning fluid splash across my back as she started with the candle wax. Then she started dripping it on my ass, down between my cheeks, and when the drops hit my sore asshole, the pain set my ass afire, I groaned through the gag.
“I think a spanking is needed” said someone chuckling to themselves.
And with that they began spanking my ass and back. My back was buzzing with the stinging hand prints. Some one even used a belt.
“Turn him over I got an idea” said mother
They untied me and flipped me over, back first on the table and tied my limbs to the table legs once again. My now erect cock jutted upward like a flag pole.
“Hold on a sec ladies while I get something” shouts mother in the distance.
For a few minutes I lie there on the table naked, while they chat happily amongst themselves as if I weren’t there. I can hear part of their banter.
“What a nice surprise Susan’s given us, ay?”
“I’d love to get that young face between my legs”
“Ready girls…”says mother as she re-enters the room.
They all chuckle to themselves but I am still unaware of what is about to happen. I feel something warm and sticky being smeared around my cock and over my balls, like warm honey. I hear mother say “One strip per person”
I feel someone press a strip onto my groin before counting “1…2…3!!”
On the three she yanks the strip off, waxing that part of my groin. I yelp through the gag. This happens several times until my cock, balls and every where around them is bald, and extremely red and sore.
“He looks good enough to eat, can I?” said Mrs Chamber at least 10 years older than mother.
“Be my guest” said mother
I feel her tongue lick its way up my shaft before she plants her mouth round it and carries out the dirty deed. She begins to knead my balls with her cold, cold hands making me shiver and arch my back. I try to resist but it’s to much and I blast into her mouth. She removes her mouth and slides down my gag, planting my face with a deep kiss passing back my own spunk.
“I don’t want it, it’s yours!” she laughs as I swallow my own salty fluid.
“Can I ‘borrow’ his tongue?” asks Mrs Thrust who is my grandma’s age.
“Oh yes, he very good at that aren’t you Mark?” and mother pats my cock.
My gag is slid down again and is replaced by an ancient pussy. My tongue tries to find its way around, pushing deeper and deeper into the hole. It eventually finds the clit and I suck and flick it with my tongue. That seemed to satisfy her and she gets up, leaving the residue of her juices on my mouth.
I hear Ms Havershum, Mrs Thrust’s age, say “Susan…” before whispering something in her ear.
“Yes you can as long as you don’t make too much of a mess. And even if you do I’ll get him to clean it up.
I’m faced with another pussy in my mouth again, and start to work at it, but suddenly and flood of bitter, salty, hot piss hits my throat. I’m forced to swallow it or else suffocate, and I guzzle gulps and gulps of it until it ceases. Then she slides down so her asshole is pressed against my face. Instinctively my tongue worms its way inside, but is met by a train of warm mushy brown going the other way. I feel a grip tightening round my balls follows by a command of “Eat It!!!”. So I obey swallowing the foul stuff. When she finishes and gets off I notice my upper body is covered with piss and the table to. I’m untied and flip over again my face is pressed into the cold puddle and I hear my mother say “That it be a good boy for mummy, drink it all up” So I drink up the cold piss sucking off the table and licking it clean.
“Good Boy” she says and she pats me on the head, before tying me up again and laying me down on the table. She usher her club out of the door, say as they leave “If you ever want to use him again please, just ask”
“Now son, watch else shall I do with you……”

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