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  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.

  “I’ll be right back,” she said with a wink, moving toward Peep and Tom. She knelt down next to the girl for a moment, watching her trying to swallow him, her cheeks bulging, saliva running down her chin. Mother’s eyes were bright and shining as she touched Peep’s shoulder, pulling her back.

  “Very nice, darling.” She praised the girl, who looked at her with dazed eyes. Mother looked at Tom’s cock, a bright, angry, throbbing red, pulsing with his blood. The young man was panting, sweating, his muscles tight and hard. Mother stood and backed him against the wall with her body, putting her knee between his thighs, her lips inches from his.

  “You see, Tom,” Mother explained, feeling his ragged breath against her face. “These lovely leather straps?” She gave them a tug and he groaned, bucking against her, his eyes closing. “They won’t let you come. You can stay hard practically forever… until I decide it’s time for you to finish.”

  Tom’s eyes flew open and he stared at her, aghast. She smiled at his final understanding and patted his cheek with her hand.

  “Did you fuck my little Peep?” Mother asked him, pulling the straps again. He grunted and shuddered. “Answer me, dear.”

  “Yes,” he moaned as she began to move her hand over his shaft, still slick with Peep’s saliva.

  “Well, then, you shall fuck her again,” Mother said, pursing her lips. “For my pleasure, this time.”

  Mother helped Peep to stand, her hands roaming over the girl’s body, cupping her breasts and slipping down her smooth, flat tummy to probe through the soft, downy hair between her thighs. “Oh, my,” Mother exclaimed, her fingers pushing in deeper. “You are so very wet. Did you like that big, hard cock in you?”

  Peep nodded, her eyes downcast. “Yes, Mother,” she whispered.

  “Do you want it inside of you now?” the older woman asked, making Peep rock with the motion of her hand between her legs.

  “Ohhh,” Peep moaned, leaning her forehead against Mother’s shoulder as the woman fingered her. “Oh yes, Mother…please.”

  Mother removed her fingers, lifting the glistening digits to Tom’s mouth and spreading the wetness over his lips. “That’s honey,” she murmured. “From my little honeybee.” She watched as Tom sucked her fingers, feeling an ache between her own legs as he did.

  “She’s a good little worker,” Mother murmured, edging Peep back, closer and closer to Tom. “And she’s going to work your cock until you can’t stand it. Are you ready, Tom?”

  He moaned in response as Mother took his cock in her hand, bending Peep over with the other and aiming him at her pink little hole from behind. Mother rubbed him all over her wetness, teasing Peep’s clit with the tip. She whimpered, wiggling her hips back and forth.

  “Slide on,” Mother told Peep, watching as the girl edged back, pressing Tom into the wall as she impaled herself on his stiff member. Tom groaned as she began to move her hips, grinding back into him, working the length of his shaft along her soft, velvet walls.

  “Oh, that’s lovely,” Mother whispered, her hand slipping between her legs as she watched them, her pussy a dark, glistening treasure. “Now, don’t you stop, pet. Not until I say. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mother,” Peep panted, her eyes half closed and her mouth a little “o” as she bent herself in half, her hands on her knees as she worked her hips against Tom.

  Mother slipped her peignoir off her shoulders, turning to where Blue was still standing, watching them all. His gaze followed her as she approached, dipping down her corset, over her garters and fishnets and boots, and back up again to where her fingers lingered in the darkness between her thighs.

  “Let’s see what you have for Mother,” she whispered as she knelt before him and undid his breeches. Blue threw his head back as she took him into her hand, and then into her mouth, her tongue deft, her fingers skilled, pulling the skin back and taking him all without a hint or a sign of difficulty.

  Mother’s fingers worked between her legs as she sucked him, rubbing circles against her clit as she watched Peep and Tom out of the corner of her eye. The young girl moaned as she fucked him, pinching her rosy nipples and reaching to rub her clit. She was the vision of a wanton little glutton, using his cock between her legs, riding him to greater and greater heights.

  Mother smiled up at Blue as his pre-cum began to flow, and she saw him watching them, too. Peep’s cries of pleasure were like the mews of a tiny kitten, plaintive and tenderly vulnerable. Tom groaned, his head bowed in defeat, submitting to the fucking he was getting like a good boy, Mother noticed, his noises caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, exactly where they should be.

  “Fuck me, Blue,” Mother murmured, standing up and lifting her leg, wrapping it around him. “But don’t come. I want you to save that for Peep.”

  Blue gro
aned, whispering, “Thank you, Mother,” in her hair as he pressed her to the wall, driving his stiff cock deep inside of her. She turned her head so she could still see them both, Peep doing her stooped, sinuous dance, her hair whipping around as she tossed her head back.

  “Harder, Blue,” Mother whispered, his cock a thick, bulging swell, filling her completely. He panted, thrusting into her with all of his force, rocking her into the wall. She lifted her other leg around him and he held her there with the weight of him, plunging through her flesh, making her moan and bite into his shoulder.

  Peep shuddered, moaned, half-crying, her orgasm moving through her and making her press back hard against Tom. He moaned, too, low and long, and Mother saw, when Peep pull forward, how hard and red his cock was. It was almost time.

  “Oh, Blue,” Mother whispered, digging the heels of her boots into his back and rolling her hips in circles. He didn’t stop, but pressed forward, following her rhythm and then speeding it up, urging her on. “Oh god, yesssssssss,” she hissed, her climax a sweet burst of pleasure flooding over his cock in thick waves.

  Peep’s motion was slow and easy now, still working Tom’s cock, but with less fervor. Mother shuddered and whispered into Blue’s ear, “Now you can have her.”

  “Thank you, Mother.” Blue let her down gently, his cock still a rising staff as he pulled out of her. She wiped a bit of dark hair out of her eyes and then moved toward them, laying her hand on Peep’s lower back as she rolled her hips around and around. The girl looked up at her, questioning.

  “Little Bo Peep,” Mother murmured, stroking the girl’s ass. Poor Tom’s cock was so red it was almost purple, she could see it sinking slowly in and out of Peep’s soft blonde curls. His head was down, his eyes closed. “This is Little Boy Blue.”

  The man stepped around Mother, and Peep’s eyes widened at the sight of his member. “Little?” she choked.

  Mother chuckled. “Once, he was,” she winked. “Be good to her, Blue.”

  “Yes, Mother.” Blue said watched the older woman ease Peep off of Tom. The girl stood looking up at Blue, trembling. Mother’s hand went to Tom’s cock, squeezing and rubbing it. He groaned, shaking his head from side to side.

  “Come here, little one.” Blue ran his hands over Peep’s breasts. She followed him over to the bed, and Mother watched fondly as Blue bent her over the mattress, aiming his cock toward her wet, pink flesh. Peep squealed, spreading her legs wider as he began to fuck her, his hand gripping her hips.

  “Now, Tom.” Mother turned back to the young man still chained to the wall. “Do we fall asleep on our watch?”

  “No, Mother.” He shuddered as she eased her hand up and down over his flesh.

  “Do we fraternize while we are working?” Mother reached down to find the leather straps.

  “No, Mother.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers. Mother smiled, seeing something in them she liked. She unbuckled the strap around his shaft and he hissed and then groaned.

  “Who is your mistress?” Mother rubbed the tip of his cock through the slick wetness between her legs.

  “Oh, god,” he cried. “You are. You are, Mother.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, easing forward a little and pressing him into her as she hooked one leg around him. She began moving on him, his cock still slick from Peep’s juices. She heard Peep mewling behind her, and Blue moaning with every thrust. The sound was gratifying and made her smile. Tom watched them over her shoulder, his face a mask of pain and fascination.

  “She’s a beautiful girl.” Mother made circles with her hips, around and around. Tom gasped. “And she is mine.” Mother leaned in to whisper, “You are mine.” Tom’s hips were moving with her now, his cock an iron bar thrust up inside her.

  “Yes, Mother,” he moaned. “Yes, yes.”

  “Who loves you?” Mother reached down between them and undid the last buckle with one hand.

  Tom shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Oh, please,” he murmured. “You do, Mother. You do.”

  “That’s right,” she purred, squeezing all of her muscles around him. He grimaced and bit his lip. Behind them, they heard Peep and Blue making sounds like they were riding a tidal wave toward shore. Mother glanced behind her and saw Blue pounding into the girl, holding onto her hair for leverage. She moaned and thrust back against him.

  “And who gives you more pleasure than you ever thought possible?” Mother rocked her hips back and forth now, shoving the tip of his cock up into her again and again. Mother heard Blue cry out his last bit of lustful release, and the sound filled her as Blue pumped his seed into the girl behind her.

  “You do, Mother,” Tom groaned. “Oh my fucking god! Yes! You, Mother, it’s all for you!”

  “Yes!” She let the last strap around his testicles loose and worked her hot, wet pussy on his cock. Tom’s eyes flew open for a moment and then snapped closed again as he finally came, the force of it making him buck forward into her, growling and grunting and thrusting with all of his might. It went on forever, it seemed, wave after glorious wave pulsing into Mother’s waiting pussy.

  When he was spent, Mother undid each shackle, easing him down to the floor. He rested there, his back against the wall, panting and breathless, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. She looked behind her to see Peep sprawled out on the bed in the same dazed state.

  Blue pulled up his breeches and walked toward her. “Is there anything more I can do for you, Mother?”

  Mother smiled. “I think those sheep were into Mary’s garden again,” she said, touching Blue’s cheek. “You know how contrary she gets. Will you find out for me?”

  “Yes, Mother.” Blue nodded and turned toward the door.

  “Willie!” Mother called, waiting for the little man to appear. He did so just as Blue was departing. “We have another mess to clean up, I’m afraid.”

  Chapter Three

  Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

  Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?

  With silver bells and cockleshells, And pretty maids all in a row.

  Mother was going to pay a visit. She pulled her long black gloves up past her elbows, glancing in the mirror for one last quick inspection. Her black corset, cinched tight, was worn over a sheer, white lace sleeveless bodice, and her skirt was long, sheer, layered lace as well, black over black. She wore her usual boots and stockings and garters underneath. Her dark hair was piled high on her head, and she turned and pinched her cheeks to add color to them, biting at her lips as well. It would have to do.

  “Willie, did Blue get my coach?” she called out into the hallway. She heard the little man scurrying about somewhere but didn’t see him.

  She heard a muffled, “Coming, Mother!” and he appeared out of a small door in the wall, not even waist high.

  “Goodness, those little secret doors always surprise me.” Mother held her hand to her bare throat. “Did you hear me, darling?”

  “Yes, Mother.” Willie nodded, bowing his usual stiff, formal way. “Blue is waiting in the courtyard for you.”

  “How do I look?” Mother did a little twirl.

  Willie smiled. “Father would be proud.”

  Mother sighed. “Yes, well…Father is off adventuring somewhere, so Mother has to keep herself occupied, doesn’t she, doll?”

  She patted the little man’s head as she passed. “Do you have the collars and bells?”

  Willie nodded. “Of course, Mother.” He handed her three tiny collars, pink, yellow and red, all with bells attached. She admired them before tucking them into her bag.

  “Well, I’m off, then. Don’t wait up!”

  Blue was waiting in the courtyard, as promised.

  Mother smiled and kissed his cheek. “Was Mary upset about the sheep?”

  “I took Peep over myself, to make our apologies.” Blue’s eyes danced.

  Mother raised an eyebrow and nodded. “And Tom?”

  “You know Mistress Mary, Mother.” Blue helped her into the
coach. “She loves the maidens—but the lads?”

  Mother winked. “Well, I’m an equal opportunity employer, aren’t I, Blue?”

  He kissed her gloved hand in response. “Indeed you are, Mother dear.”

  Mother settled back into her seat and watched as the scenery trotted by. Her own estate was vast, stretching ever by in both directions. She saw the sheep, penned today, their wooly forms huddled and grazing together. Tom sat on the far fence, she noticed, his hat pulled down over his eyes, his bare feet swinging. She made a note of his leisure for later, and turned her face out the opposite window.

  Ah, there were the berry bushes, hundreds of them, bearing lush, ripe fruit this time of year—strawberries, blueberries, raspberries—although the black mulberries were her favorites. She considered asking Blue to stop, dreaming for a moment of walking barefoot among the rows, picking berries and feeding them to her companion, but she thought better of it when she looked down at her attire and fingered the three little collars in her pocket. Another day.

  They rounded a corner and went by the blacksmith, and Mother knew they were passing over the boundaries of her land. They crossed over the bridge, the wheels of the carriage rumbling over the ties, and she watched a couple rowing lazily on the lake. Mary’s garden began on the other side, taking up both sides of the road, rows of corn on the left and a field of golden wheat on the right. They were close now.

  Mother sat forward, her heart leaping as Mary’s cottage came into view. Everyone called it the cottage—but it was five times the size of any structure normally called a “cottage.” Blue stopped the carriage, and she waited for him to open the door and offer his hand to her.

  “Thank you, dearest.” She kissed his cheek as she stepped out. “Would you like to wander the gardens while I visit?”

  He grinned. “I would dearly love to do that, Mother.”

  She patted his hand. “Enjoy.” She went up the wide front steps and used the knocker on the front door. She was surprised when Mary answered, her green eyes flashing.

  “Mother!” she exclaimed, leaning in to kiss next to the woman’s cheek. “I had hoped you would make it out today. I trust the drive was pleasant?”