The real Mother Goose

Mother smiled up at him, and then glanced over at Peep, who was licking her little lips as she watched. “You see, she likes it, Tom,” Mother explained, pressing his cock up against his hard, flat belly, rubbing it there as she fondled his balls with her other hand and began to fasten the leather straps around them. “She likes it a great deal-and not just with you, believe me, dearie!”

Tom glanced over at the girl, but her head was lowered again, her hair hiding her face. Mother continued to work the leather around his cock, tightening it around his testicles and the base of his shaft. She buckled the straps, murmuring to herself, “One, two, let’s buckle you…” Mother admired her handiwork, seeing him standing straight up and out. Tom looked down at her, his eyes wide as she smiled up at him and planted a kiss on the tip of him before standing.

“What do you think, Blue?” Mother looked over at the big man standing by watching.

“Should hold him for a while.” Blue nodded with a smile.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Mother’s eyes were bright as she stood, walking over to where Peep knelt, her head bowed so low her golden hair fell in a pool on the floor. The older woman leaned over and began to untie her. Peep didn’t make a peep-she stayed just that way, with her hands behind her back, as if she were still restrained.

“Ah, you are such a good girl,” Mother remarked, stroking Peep’s back with her hand. “A faster learner. Up, pet.”

Mother twined her hand in Peep’s hair and she stood, her hands still tucked behind her back. “You know you aren’t allowed to fraternize,” Mother admonished her, leaning in close enough Peep could smell the mint tea she’d been drinking on her breath.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” Peep whispered, swallowing hard. She felt tears stinging her eyes again. “It was just-”

Mother raised an eyebrow. “Oh, this should be good. What was it just, darling?” Peep looked over at Tom, who was watching them both with darkening eyes.

“Nothing, Mother,” Peep whispered. “It was nothing.” Mother smiled, turning to Tom and bringing Peep along with her, this time grabbing her by the wrist. “You see, Tom, it was nothing. She said so herself.”

“I don’t believe it,” Tom replied, his eyes blazing. Mother eyed them both and then forced the young girl to her knees in front of him.

“You can believe whatever you like, precious,” she told him, petting Peep’s hair.

“But she does my bidding-and so do you. Isn’t that right, pet?”

“Yes, Mother,” Peep whispered, her eyes turned up to them both.

“Who is your mistress?” Mother asked, stroking Peep’s cheek.

“You are, Mother.”

“Who loves you?” she asked, rubbing her fingers over the girl’s soft lips.

“You do, Mother.”

“Who gives you more pleasure than you ever knew possible?” Peep closed her eyes for a moment, her nostrils flaring at the memory. “You do, Mother.”

The older woman smiled, her eyes soft as she reached to tweak Peep’s hard pink nipple. “Yes, that’s my good girl.” Mother turned her eyes to Tom, and they hardened as she saw his jaw working, his fists clenched.

“You will say the same, before the day is out, dear Tom,” Mother told him, her eyes roaming over the muscles in his chest straining against his bonds.

“Never,” he spat.

Mother laughed, the sound light and delighted. “Hickory, dickory dock,” Mother murmured. “Now you shall suck his cock,” she instructed the girl, pushing her head toward Tom’s engorged member. It was still incredibly hard, the leather straps keeping the blood flow restricted.

Peep began by licking the head, her tongue working around and around. She kept her hands on her thighs, using just her lips and mouth on him, taking him in a bit at a time, wetting him with her saliva. Mother watched, her eyes flickering from Tom’s face, which was beginning to belie his pleasure, to Peep’s, the girl looking adoringly up at him as if she were worshipping his member.

Mother glanced over at Blue, who was watching them both as well, his eyes moving with the motion of Peep’s head over Tom’s cock. She smiled, sidling over to him and pressing into his side.

“Isn’t it a lovely show?” Mother whispered. Tom was moaning now, thrusting into Peep’s waiting, willing mouth.

Blue nodded, his eyes never moving from them. “Yes, Mother.” She leaned in to his ear. “Mmmmmm Blue,” she purred, her hand sliding down the front of him, finding out just how hard he was. “You need someone to blow that horn.”

He smiled, a slow, lopsided thing, his eyes flicking down to her face and then back to the action, Peep choking and gagging on Tom’s cock now, tears coming out of the corners of her eyes, and still she took him, over and over. The young man was up on his toes, trying to get as much of himself into her as he could, and Mother heard his moans of pleasure mixed with a hint of frustration.

“I would never refuse you, Mother.” Blue’s eyes fell from hers to her breasts, pressed up in her black corset.