............"Ouuuuu.... don't stop..." Greg moaned."Oh, I won't... does it feel good?" Tommy said enticingly."Oh fuck you know it does!" Greg sighed.G...reg and Tommy were buddies for years and were very close. They rode bikes as k**s, played at each other's houses. Had sleepovers, camping trips together. But most of all, they shared a loving relationship too... with each other. Very loving... like in hot, horny kinky!They also shared in a love for silky, sexy underthings.... women's. My ears would be plugged to dull my senses further. Leaving me only smell and to some extent taste.I would be gagged with a cock gag – padlocked on, to prepare me for what comes later. To prevent any refusal to accept what is later placed before/into me, I would also be gagged with a harness-style ring gag.My arms are contained within an armbinder, and I am wearing a locked collar with lead attached.The final elements of my bondage are a locked on harness that keeps in place a vibrating butt. I would definitely rather have some porn in the background. After a few weeks of working alone at home, I suspected I had Pavlovian conditioned my cock to expect some personal attention every morning. Even now it tingled in my boxers, halfway to a full erection, impossible to simply ignore.Well, did I have to ignore it? I stood up and looked around, meerkat-style. I was still alone. I sat back and leaned back in my chair, getting out my phone and searching for something good. My thoughts found. "Don't know about her, but I might have." She has admitted seeing you in the shower," Mom said changing tack."Yes, she has, but we were just playing, nothing else," he finally admitted.Mom looked at him, got up and went back to her room. By now Mom was sure of two things. First, that she still loved showing her body and maybe that has passed on to her children. Second, if she gave Kathy and Zack enough it might help her in her more important plan.In the morning, she went to them while they were.