As I continued, another guy entered on the opposite side of me. He pulled out his dick and started stroking. I saw that he was almost the same size as...this one, probably about 8 inches long with about the same size head. And soon after that another guy stood from behind me where there was another hole. His cock was about average, maybe about the same size as mine, but he had big balls that I knew were chock full of yummy cum. As I kept sucking the other two men instantly got hard and started. To my chargrin I was restrained from expulsion by a butt plug attached to a harness. I was whining as she commanded me to retain this, sharing with me I would not know for how long, perhaps, she smiled for up to a half-hour and by this time I would be in tears! During all of the above enema injections she chose to give me corporal punishment at the same time! She has well over 100 instruments for this including many leather and the much-hated rubber straps with their inherent accumulative. "A strong one," Mom nodded too. "And you know there are different kinds of boys, right? There's big, strong, manly boys." And pathetic, little wimpy boys." I giggled, because I'd definitely heard this part before."Exactly," Mom said. "You remember, huh? So the big, strong boys are good for..." For having sex with," I answered."And the little wimpy ones?" For earning money and loving me." And loving all your little babies too," Mom told me. "Don't forget that part." I won't," I promised."Just. I drank down a third heavy shot then a fourth chasing after that alcoholic high. Through my mind flashed an image then. Glenda. Glenda with her huge fleshy tits, shapely curved hips and that ass that had lured my father from his marital bed into the arms of the whore. I saw then a sight to both chill me and to delight me. My slut of a step-mother, hanging by her wrists, her back, thighs and ass a solid whelp of marks from a whip. Then she swung around in her chains and I saw her front was.