I asked him what he wanted me to do at this after-hours party. He said, “oh, we want you to just make our friend happy. He looks really taken with y...ur body. Hee-hee!” I cautiously agreed. Then I recognized this man as Mr. Hobson. I had met him at a company beach party picnic when I was a teenager. I was attracted to him, but I let it slide at that. Little did I realize that he was interested in naked men, and probably was the force who brought this “straight” crowd into the bar.As it happened,. "Her words were on the verge of becoming slurred. "And drinking. Have a seat. I hate to drink alone."That hadn't been stopping her, with a dozen empty sample cups on her table. "How's Stephanie?" Her daughter, also a redhead."She's real good. A good daughter." Angie choked back a tear. "But I'm not a very good mother. I should be able to, with just one kid, right? That shouldn't be so hard." She emptied the cup in front of her with one gulp, and then raised her hand. "Can I get another sample?. This time it will be different, this time I'll feel the heat of his dick in my mouth, and in my ass, I will become their cum slut and sex slave, I will take his cock, his spunk, without hesitation, without question.They come into the room, she grabs my balls, hows my little bitch then, are you ready to become my slut she hisses into my ear, I reply as I always do yes mistress. She grabs my cock which is now aching with the restriction of the three cock rings, she pulls on my cock giving me a. “Always - I’ll always look out for you. Give you - ah! - what you need.”“Fuck yeah.” Jason groaned. With her grip on her ass-cheeks holding them apart, he almost couldn’t believe how deep he was getting inside her.“Will you cum for me, love?” His mother asked softly. She locked eyes with him and they burned with intensity.“Yeah.” Jason grunted. He could feel his orgasm rising - spurred on by his mother’s actions.“Will you cum in me?” Helen said, licking her lips as she stressed the last.