Here's another perverted account of my Slut Mother marrying her 4th husband. The story may shock some of you and disgust few others. But it will thril... each and everyone who likes to masturbate listening to a son telling a real story about his real mother (Yes, parts of this story are based on real incidents. Some dialog is real too).===========================================================================It was Sunday, the most productive day for my mother. Men, after spending the weekend. Half an hour ofwork left me with half inch extended acrylic nails painted a silverpink. "You should leave them on after tonight, seems a shame to wasteall that work", Leah teased. Nails done she put my hair up in a highponytail fixed by a pink velvet scrunchie and began to work on my face.She spun my chair away from the mirror so I could not see what she wasdoing and began by plucking my eyebrows. They were already well trimmedbut she attacked them with vigour. I protested that she must. .”She turned and walked off as Tayar swung her gaze to Chirp, who froze. “Ah, a saris...” Tayar crooned. “Terrified of yourself, I see.” She reached out. “Go through that door. You’ll ... enjoy it. Slip your leash, my Ruby.” She leaned forward and kissed Chirp’s forehead. Chirp didn’t look eager. Chirp looked terrified. But Tayar pushed them gently forward, towards one of the other doors. Chirp glanced at me and I gave them two thumbs up. Chirp smiled, shyly, then stepped inside.The door swung. “Yes, you can actually feel how warm his butt is.” I heard someone say. “Let’s thank Clyde for letting us spank him,” Ann said as I felt the spreader bar being unhooked from my ankles. I thought I was verbally going to be thanked, but Ann guided me to the center of the room and the spreader bar was attached to my ankles again. Someone guided my arms behind my back, and the wrist cuffs were put on me and were connected. Then to my surprise, some sort of blindfold was put on me so I couldn’t see..