" Shame." Grunted the bartender. "There's a place a few blocks from here that serves-" It got shut down." I said. "Raccoon bit the health inspector." ...h." He didn't say anymore, just turned and began to wipe a glass. I turned around, but before I could take a step towards the door, a small, leathery hand gripped my elbow."You could always buy me a drink." The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I was probably just recalling a particular accent I'd heard some place or another.. Whilst I was worrying how hirsute my body was becoming, I heard the bedroom door open and Babs making her descent down the stairs, her case of toys and equipment being brought down for the party. She entered the room, today a glorious vision of white chemise, nylon and lace, her blonde wig at shoulder length, her make-up in softer shades of pastel colours. She wore lace topped white stockings, held up on suspender straps attached to a lacy white bodice, a frilly low cupped bra just above and. As much as I would like to, I fought it off, trying to stay quiet and watch…and learn.Once Cue Ball was finished, he pulled out and a stream of cum pour out of my mother’s cunt. Once Cue Ball was finished, he moved back in line where he was before. Then mom called Franklin over. She commanded him up also. His cock was about as long as Cue Ball’s but noticeably thicker. His cock bounced around, searching for a warm hole to put it. My mother was loving it. “Put that big horse dick inside me. Push. But in the next few minutes she had kissed every inch of it too. She didn’t lick it, or bite it or take it in her mouth. She just kissed it all over with warm, soft lips.When I was naked she pushed me with fingertips on my chest, guiding me to the bed, where she made me sit.Then she disrobed.“Let me -” I started, as she grasped the hem of the T shirt she was wearing.She reached to put an index fingertip on my lips. Her meaning was clear. That’s when I realized there would be no talking. It was.