But after about half an hour I could hear aunty gagging and later table creaking sounds and her moans. I was shocked and I was in tension and dilemma... if I should wait or leave. But before I decided to leave, the door opened and aunty came out wiping the sweat on her face.She was shocked to see me outside. I thanked her with a doubtful look. She said “Ya welcome,” in a low voice and left in a hurry as if she didn’t know anything. I never dared to face her again. But I pleasured myself imagining. I started to work on making a full body cast from her feet to her neck and shoulders. Mom even helped us. From there I cast a cement body. I only had to grind a little around the seams. It took a while to make it stand up but a metal post down one leg and out her foot into a wooden base did the trick. With Mom’s help we colored the cement a flesh tone. That was the ticket.Mom advertised it as art. A couple of guys came to the house to look at it. They liked it and asked Mom if she could make. Mark was explaining to me that i was going to get my tits pierced & nose ring . It was in celebration of a son / mother , convention in Hampton next week . 6 guys like Mark who happened to dominate their moms setup a convention at a sleazy motel.It sounded very kinky i thought , i asked Mark what the other moms were like .& he said that they all agreed that before they met they would all text pics with masks on.(of themselves with their mom slaves)He showed me the first mom it was a black guy (. ”The Creed of the Brethren. The Leader, Viola Cummings, an alias. Back in Kansas City.“Where are you, Rebecca?”“Bristol Seafood. The one in Leawood.”It was 5:30 in the evening. “Have you ordered yet?”“No, we just got here. Mindy saw this ... bitch in a white van. She’s pretty sure.”“Okay. Good. Go ahead and order something, it’ll look suspicious if you leave right away. Let’s see ... I’ll call Sergeant Finch, she knows the players and she can organize something quickly.”“What if they come in.