She’d only have to look slightly down, as I’d gotten hard as soon as she said ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ was the first song, and the need to release my dick from its ever-tightening confines in my pants only grew with every detail she gave. By the time that she said she wanted to give me a blowjob to ‘Sweet Emotion’ (which is my favourite song, btw) I was ready to blow the load that had been building in me since the start of the night. I tried not to squirm so much as that only caused my cock to rub against my pants, and add that friction to the pyre that was my arousal level.
As I stared into my sister’s eyes, non-verbally begging her to show me that performance another day, the bubble around us was once again broken by the low, but clearly impressed, whistle of our captor. Taking in my surroundings once again, I noticed that Mom was squirming about as much as I wanted to; but as everyone seemed to be gazing back and forth between Rhe and our captor, I think that this went unnoticed by everyone except me.
“Damn Bitch! That certainly sounds hot. And if Loverboy here’s circus sized tent is any indication, he agrees with me. I have half a mind to untie you so that you may show us everything you just described. But I think I have a better plan in mind.” Seeing Rheta narrow her eyes at him, our captor raised his hands defensively. “Whoa! Relax, Bitch; you’ll still get to lose your virginity to Loverboy here. In fact, he’ll even last longer than the two seconds that his current state would allow for.”
Speaking in my own defense for the first time, I asked, “And how do you plan on that? I’m ba-bar-barely holding it together as it is. I don’t think that I’d be able to last having my fly lowered, much less satisfying my woman.” Turning to look at Rheta, I continued, “I can’t believe that I’m actually saying this, but fuck, you’re turning me on too much!”
She smiled at me as our captor gave a genial laugh at my predicament. “Why, your mom’s going to give you a blow job, of course!” This caused the three of us to stare at him in utter confusion; again, I was sure he was smiling under his ski mask.
“What?!” we asked in unison. Then Mom continued, “He’s my son! How can you even suggest such a thing?” Of course, this was all acting, the three of us knew that Mom was just as horny for me as I was for her. But our captors didn’t know that so we had to put on a convincing show.
“Oh, he may be your son, lady, but let’s be real: I don’t think that fact is going to stop you.” Mom gave an affronted gasp at this. “Ah-ah, don’t get your panties in a twist. I didn’t say you’d enjoy it-although, based on the size of that tent in your son’s pants, I won’t lie and say that you will get some enjoyment out of it. No, I said him being your son wasn’t going to stop you. Because you’d do anything to protect your son, wouldn’t you Mommy dearest?” He paused to allow Mom to understand his question and give an unsettled nod. “Good, because if you don’t give your son a blowjob to help him take the edge off for his girl here, I’ll help his cock go down.” When Mom looked at him in confusion, he just held up the gun. Presumably to stave off the panic that he’d just ingrained in the three of us, he continued, “Relax, I don’t want to shoot his dick off. It’d be somewhere nonlethal, like the arm, just enough to take the blood away from his dick.
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