I nearly came on the spot. The setup had not finished though. It was now asking me to take some images of the bed and the position of the silicone eff...gy of Vanessa. This was becoming a challenge, a chore and if you pardon the pun, a pain in the arse. I did as I was told and took some images with my phone camera, uploaded them to the computer and entered them into the system. A virtual room appeared on the screen and I clicked OK. It looked pretty good. Next it was my turn, cock size, body. Fucking your own son. What a slut you are." Helen firmly held the back of my mother's head against her leaking pussy. "Now Tom your mother is a slut. What do horny teenagers want to do Tom? " Fuck?" I replied."Exactly so what the fuck are you waiting for"I got behind my mother and guided the head of my swollen prick."Wrong hole Tom" I pushed my thumb in my mother's butthole"Yes Tom"' "Noooo he is too big" my mother protested.Helen squirted some detergent on my mothers butt crack and it dribbled. Unfortunately, the two homes were still partial unknowns. Although, they now knew that the plans were to take the women to Dale's estate. Since his house had a room setup like a theater with tiered seating in a half circle around a stage, they thought their activity would be in there. On the stage were numerous bondage devices and torture implements which were like those at his company's dungeon.They again considered the message that they needed to push to the journalists as dreams. This time. I then ran the tip of the icicle down the crack of her ass. “Spread your cheeks for me,” I growled at her. She whimpered and squared her feet. She reached behind her and placed her hands on her cheeks and spread them wide apart. I growled watching her spread her cheeks for me knowing what I was about to do to her. I then ran the icicle back and forth across her rosebud. She quivered and shook as the cold object pressed against her. I groaned loudly as she pushed her hips back on the cold piece.