”“You mean my small tits and my pussy?”“Well, err yes.”“That’s okay James, not all women have huge tits and John paid for my pussy to lo...k like this, nice isn’t it?”“Yes it is, err two more times then we’ll move on.”When it came to the exercise cycle I looked over to John guessing that I might have an orgasm and saw that he had a big grin on his face.“Okay,” I thought, “John doesn’t have a problem with me cumming on these bikes so sod it, I’m going to do it.” “I think that you’ll find that. So there I am, locked away and horny as hell. I resist playing with my boy clit, which would be hard to get at anyway b/c of the gaff I am wearing. So I spend the time admiring my legs and snapping a few photos of them. Finally he cums back, tells me to crawl over to him standing at the door. Once again I am ordered to pull out and eat his cock. This time he takes photos of me in action (really good ones too I might add). After ten minutes or so he orders me to eat his ass hole and turns. It never dawned on me that I called her Mom. However, it did change our relationship between Mary and I. She said that she cried for almost an hour because of my last words to her. It was not tears of sorrow, but ones of joy.When I came home that evening, I received hugs and kisses from both women and somehow we all became closer from that day on.Mary had been a large part of our family since she was the one to babysit Kelly. Well not really babysit, but more like take care of her when I had to. "You know you want all that cum, right?"Mary couldn't look at her mother's face, but she slowly nodded. She watched as Holmes picked Jane up and carried her to the couch. He pushed her down so that just her ass hung over the edge of the cushions, then made her grab her legs behind the knees and hold them up."Please," Jane sobbed as Mary crawled forward and eyed her open cunt and cum-drenched asshole. "Please don't make me do this! I don't want to! Nooooo!"But the moaning mother knew in her.