A DAY OF SIN
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WARNING: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
ANY SIMILARITIES OR RESEMBLANCES … IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM … TO ANY LIVING OR DECEASED INDIVIDUAL(S) and THE PREDICTION OF TECHOLOGICAL PROGRESS …ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
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The year that followed my 19th birthday was very difficult indeed.
My utter fixations onto oral, manual, anal and vaginal sex conjured to give me bouts of orgasmic convulsions, complete with the involuntary ejaculations of massive loads of seminal fluids in my pants. Poor me had to wear adult diapers just to prevent the cum from sliding down my legs.
I usually experienced 3 or 4 orgasmic convulsions per day. I would be minding my own business, standing behind in line a woman I knew to be another man’s wife. Her mere scent was usually enough to trigger another massive ejaculation.
Going up the stairs, looking up young skirts … Swoosh, there was another load.
Much of my episodes conjured in public, on transit, at the library, the restaurants or just walking around at the mall or in the parks
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During that year, Colette’s shame, guilt, remorse and the fear of punishment became took the best of her.
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JULY 13–1977 … My 20th Birthday.
The little Southern Quebec town where I lived was in the grip of a brutal heatwave. Today was particularly hot and sticky. My mom went to work at the schoolboard like she did every weekday.
It was now 9:30 am. I went out in search of Genuine Afghani Hashish. I had to go through the seedy part of town before I found my favorite gang of dealers. I approached them. One of them said … “Yo! Baba” … I responded … “Yo! Totally”.
Soon after, I bought 14 grams of the Genuine Afghani Hashish in question.
I promptly returned to Colette’s condo. I entered the condo at 10:21, as per the condo digital log. I noticed a large manila envelope atop the coffee table. I figured it was my mom’s. I walked over to look at it.
Surprisingly, it was addressed to me. I opened it and pulled out a 42-page document out of it.
The document was titled “Weekdays & Weekends Schedule” or “WWS for Philippe.
RE Summer 1977” … I figured it had to be for me.
As I perused the document; I realized that my mom had scheduled the next 42 days on the calendar on my behalf … and that said schedule was starting today at 12:00 Noon Hour … which was less than 2 hours from now.
I took the document, went to the kitchen and sat at the kitchen island to better understand what was happening.
Just then, I remembered Colette yapping about her holidays … “I am going to have more time to spend with you” … is what Colette said.
I looked for dates and quickly realized that Colette had synchronized her 6-week vacation to coincide with this here 42-Day “Weekdays & Weekends Schedule”. I flipped through the pages. I read bits and pieces out of context.
By the time 10:40 came around, I had grasped enough information to figure-out what was about to happen.
As if on cue, I heard the rumbling of keys in the front door.
A moment later, Colette walked in the vestibule, I heard her close the door behind her.
>>Colette… “Honey are you home? … We got company … Woo-Hoo, Philippe… where are you? Guess what … Mommy is home for the summer … 6 weeks of Evils and Sinful Lust is coming your way.”
From the kitchen, I could can hear giggling. I heard 2 distinctively tones of voice. The droning/rambling voice, that’s was definitely my mom … The other was more squeaky, giggly and loud.
>>Philippe from the kitchen … “In the kitchen.”
>>Colette…shouts from the vestibule … “Philippe! … I got the rest of the day off … I told them I was going on vacation, told them it was your birthday … the let me go … Did you get the hashish?”
Philippe answered from the kitchen … “Yes mother.”
Colette pulled her friend closer to whisper …
>>Colette … “Shh … Kendra … Listen … Kendra! Listen … I’ll go out to buy some BC Buds, some amber red ale and some pure Bolivian cocaine … we can make chewable coca-hash paste, smoke a joint and have a cold one … how about it?”
Kendra nodded.
>>Colette … “I won’t be long … You stay here with Philippe … you 2 make friends. Go ahead, you have need waiting long enough. I will be around 2 pm.
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My mom left, Kendra came into the kitchen. She stood be the sink and stared at me.
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The more she stared, the more I remembered her from Grade 8 … She was the one who sat in her pick-up truck and watched me arrive at school. Sometimes, she watched me going home after school. I had not seen her in what, 5 years. What could she possibly be doing here today … and why did my mom bring her in here in the first place.
>>Kendra … “Hi Philippe, my name is Kendra Lutts … you can call me Luty if you want … I would like that … I work for your mom at the School Board, that is how I got here, It’s because of her … That, and the fact that I am the 37-year-old Virgin Nubile Daughter or VND of a very, Very Rich Mommy or VRM … I know you remember me watching you from my truck. I asked your mom for her permission to have sex with you for years … and she had said know for years … But today, she has finally arranged for us to be here, alone until she comes back from her errands … Yes?”
>>Philippe … “Yes, I understand all that, but I my mom will soon be back”.
>>Kendra … “Look, I paid your mom good money for the right to have sex with you. I agreed to have you break through all of my subconscious self-prohibitive taboos … sacrifice my soul … just like you do you to mom”.
>>Philippe … “Ok, ok … Here, let me show you what mom likes to do. If you were to do the same to me … you can become her”.
>>Kendra … “Ok, sure … let me set up my phone and my laptop on the kitchen island… I did not tell my mom I was coming here, she thinks I am at the mall … She likes to connect on line and see what’s happening at the food fair.
Kendra put on my jean jacket and one of my mom’s bracelets like my mom often did.
As if by magic, Kendra’s phone ringtone went off.
I got busy filling a pipette with bits of hashish and lit it.
Kendra was on the phone with her mom. Kendra set up her phone on a little stand near her laptop. I deduced that Kendra’s mom could see us.
Both Kendra and her mom egged me along … I was just getting ready to blow my next load onto Kendra’s tummy when Colette came in the front door.
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She had a taxi driver pile her shopping bags in the vestibule. She paid and tipped the driver who then departed as if on cue.
Collet closed the door and came barging in the kitchen waving her phone in the air.
>>Colette … “I have been watching you 2 on the kitchen … Looks like I came back just in time to save Philippe’s milk … Kendra, you stay here … I am going to take a shower. Philippe you come and join me in a few minutes … I want to soap up you take me. Kendra, you come up with Philippe and use you phone to film us”.
Colette walks away. Kendra used her phone to show her mom so she can record what was about to happen. Kendra and I got naked. She squatted. She took my penis in her left hand and engorged me. It took 14 minutes, but I gave up and let go of more that 28cc of prime semen.
I went up to rejoin Colette in the shower, with Kendra and her phone in tow.
Colette just finished shaving. She entered the shore stall proper and turned the water on as we got there.
Kandra filmed. I walked closer to the stall and I stood behind her.
Colette turned around before I could fondle her ample breasts and I stuff my erect penis between her bouncy butt cheeks.
Instead, Colette masturbated for Kendra’s camera. Her soapy udders were driving me crazy.
She used Kendra and her phone to show the world how she massaged my penis.
>>Colette … “Come on Philippe, make some cum for Kendra’s TV.
I abandoned his souls to Colette’s cult of sinful lust… I penetrated both, her cunt and her butt in alternative bouts.
47 minutes later.
>>Kendra … “Wow, that’s a lot of footage … We can edit, make a movie and upload it to Sex-O-Gram … Let’s call it “First Maternal Contact” or FMC as per governmental regulations.
The 3 of us dried-up, put-on bathrobes and made our down to the kitchen. I fetched Colette’s shopping bags from the vestibule and brought them to the kitchen island.
I unpacked the bags. There were the BC Buds, which I would later mix with the genuine Afghani Hashish I bought earlier. There were 4 / 1.14 liter of Bombay Gin, which I placed in the freezer. I found the cocaine, 3 pounds ground top sirloin, a huge cam of tomato sauce, Greek salads, a red onion, one celery, a bell pepper, a carrot, tomatoes, ginger, Russian garlic and a mixture of spices in a small jar. There wase a cake, a liter of organic orange juice and a packet of hard durum spaghetti. I put the beef in the fridge with the salads.
>>Colette … “See, I told you … we can make it. We can even make chewable coca-hash paste, smoke a joint and have a cold one”.
It was getting to be 2:30 pm, when the intercom buzzed. Colette glanced at her watch and buzzed in whomever it was downstairs.
I looked at Kendra; she stared at me and nodded. It seemed to me that Colette had invited another one of her Schoolboard bureaucrat friends for dinner.
Colette waited for the knock on the door. She greeted her friend at the front door.
>>Colette opened the door … “Jody, it is so good to see you … I hope you can stay for dinner, Philippe’s making spaghetti … We are going to eat it off him, he doesn’t know yet … You don’t want to miss that”.
>>Jody … “I guessed it was something like that. I brought some equipment just in case you want me to film him. We can go live on the net in about … mmm, 20 minutes”.
The same taxi driver who had dropped Colette earlier was now showing Jody’s cases into the condo. Jody paid and tipped the driver handsomely, He departed promptly.
>>Colette … “Jody, go take a shower, we’ll watch you on the 70-inch TV in the living room … you will find one of Philippe’s white shirts in my bedroom closet”.
Jody followed her instructions. She rejoined us in the kitchen with nothing on but one of my white shirt.
I took advantage of the situation and started mixing the Bombay with orange juice, traces of amphetamine and LSD. I served the concoction to my 3 dinner guests in small frozen glass. I too drank Bombay with orange juice, but without the speed or the LSD.
Jody took it upon herself to set up what amounted to a mini studio, complete with a 3-screen computer and a connection to the world-wide-web over the building Wi-Fi.
All that new tech was beyond my grasp, but the bottle vac water good
I let my guests sip on their drinks for the next hour or so. They were still happy to drink when the concoction took its tool on their minds.
Colette had Jody and Kendra sit around the kitchen island. She placed a steak knife on its side on the island granite top … and gave it a spin. It turned and turned, soon slowing to a stop. It was pointing to Jody.
I told them 3 I should start to make dinner … They chanted “No-No-No… Make Some Cum… Make Some Cum”.
I let Jody lick me.
She smothered me with baby’s oil and. She massaged my member till it oozed and ooze and oozed 8 timed before her shaking and squishing didn’t bring up any more ooze out of my tube.
>>Jody … “Wow you 2 look at this. Don’t mind me I am just going to wash my face with it”.
>>Colette … “There you go … That’s what happens … I told you … NO-MORE-THAN … But Noo, you had to try to make him cum … You want tried to get all his cum for yourself … You, you, you … That’s all you can think about … You tried to drain my son’s cum after I-Told-You … No-No-NO … You are lucky he makes a lot, so we can all have some cum”.
The 3 of them started to giggle incessantly. I cleaned myself up. I began to prepare dinner. I made sure to ply myself and my guests with more Bombay drinks, this time without the speed or the LSD.
Thanks to her parents for buying a $28,000 Pre-Paid-Pass from Colette … Not only was Jody allowed to attend the party … She was guaranteed the rights to all the footage from Colette’s condo and her cameras.
Poor Jody, she had only received the most rudimentary Sex Education Basics from her mom’s gynaecologist. That man often licked her down there … He may have done so repeatedly, but never with enough gusto to breach her virginity or make her climax.
>>Colette walked closer to me. She whispered in my ear … “Phillippe … Listen, I know how much you slobber over your own penis … But; I spent the last 5 days making sure you did not cum until your birthday … Today is your birthday … So here we are … I want you to fuck all the women I bring here for you tonight … Fuck Them All … You will penetrate their mouths, vaginas and anuses and you will cum 3 more times before breakfast … With all the cameras and the microphones in the condo, the footage ought to be phenomenal, exceptional, fantastic, phantasmagoric”.
>>Philippe … “Thank You.”
Once again, the intercom went off, there were women talking, Colette buzzed them in.
>>Colette… “Good, right-on time … Philippe, I want you to meet 2 more of my friends … This is Danielle … and this is my friend Taylor.
I kept busy chopping the onion, garlic, celery, bell pepper, ginger and the carrot; but I kept an eye on the living room. I around. I saw Colette, Kendra, Jody … and now Danielle and Taylor.
Colette mentioned that Danielle and Taylor were some many entrée level subordinates at the School Board.
>>Colette … “Their mothers have paid, borrow and begged for those 2 debutantes to here with us tonight.
>>Colette whispered in my ear … “Philippe, you better brace yourself … There is a bowl full of “Sperm Making Slop” or SMS in the fridge … have at it, you will need it”.
The Slop was, and is still made, with yogurt, nuts, wheat germ, vitamins, maca root, ginseng, vitamins, poached eggs, steamed watercress, tofu, blackstrap molasses and honey with cayenne.
>>Colette rambled on… “Ther will be much competition for your milk this evening … I have arranged for a parade of tormented, perverted and certified nymphomaniacs coming here to see you.”
I was taken aback by the announcement. My penis reaction to the announcement left me with little choice. He had to free his aching meat from the confines of his jeans.
I cried and begged Colette for mercy.
>>Philippe … “Please mommy, make me cum …Let them watch, I don’t care … I cannot wait any more … Please Help Me!”
I got the Slop out of the fridge, I finished my chopping, ate the slop and began to masturbate in front of the women instead of making the spaghetti sauce.
Danielle, Taylor, Kendra and Jody silent. They congregated and sat on the sectional before me … They giggled, twitched and bit their fingers”.
>>Colette watched me said … “Oh, shush …Don’t do that … Just you wait … Trust me it will be worth it … Ok? … Shush … You just keep on making the sauce.”
I complied with my mother’s command. I went to the kitchen and wrapped my erection in a wet, cold and soggy dish towel.”
Colette took her personal phone out of her pants pocket. She used it to “Burst-Text” 8 of her Real Best Friends of RBFs. She embellished the message a little … “My dear 8 best friends. I need you here, Phillipe is making a mountain of spaghetti and we are to smother him with it, then we are going to eat it … Philippe has not ejaculated for like, 2 weeks … Please come quick. I need you to help me drain him out.”
Colette pressed SEND and put it back in her back pocket. She turned around and was about to re-join her guests in the living room.
She was surprised, but not shocked to see Ninfoma (my school principal) bending over for me behind the kitchen island.
I watched her, but kept on stirring the beef in the pot.
Colette figured that Ninfoma was trying to skip the line and get a cup of my milk all for herself.
>>Colette … “Ooh, for Cryss Sakes, Ninfoma … Why are you here? … How did You get in?”
>>Ninfoma … “Easy, I told security you were having a nonexistent party. Told them that the party actually existed and that I knew more about it than they did …, Then I asked for an escort. The security guard walked me to the elevator bank. But, poor little me do not have no elevator card … So, while we waited for the car to arrive, I accidentally dropped my pen in front of him … clumsy me … I got on my knees to look for it … I grabbed onto his belt to pull myself back up. I was careful to push my face against his bulge while I got up … Once the elevator car arrived, the guard took me in the elevator, I fondled him some more. He used his cardkey to activate the car … He walked me straight to your door. He swiped his card in your cardlock … and here I am.”
>>Colette … “Mmm … I’ll have to talk to him about that.”
>>Ninfoma … “Good idea … Oh, and I think Philippe’s math teacher was waiting outside your door … I think she may have slipped in with me.”
>>Colette … “Holy Fuck Girl, how many more are in here?”
Ninfoma pouted heavily, she flexed her shoulders.
Colette’s condo was a big place. 3 floors. 7200 square feet plus a 6oo square foot second floor south facing patio. It was easy to be here and be unnoticed. Ninfoma apologized (just a bit) for succumbing to the Evils of Sinful Lust and bringing in more women to the party.
Colette smacked her a good one. She returned to the kitchen to see when was dinner going to be ready.
>>Philippe … “Oh, I got lots of sauce, I got a cauldron full of spaghetti, I am about to dump the noodles in the colander … If I make light portion, there should be enough for everyone”.
Colette was about to started bitching about the portions, the dirty dishes, glasses and the food stains all over the place. I interrupted her.
>>Philippe … “Oh mother. Please, Food handled. Ready to serve …let Ninfoma sooth my achy-dinky … It will make me last longer, cook better … You know how much I need to get sucked before I fuck … “every 10 minutes of sucking equals to 1 hour of fucking” … remember, that’s what you said … Yes?”
>>Colette … “Argh … OK then, 10 minutes, but no more … and no cumming … just ease the pain … it’s only because of the internet live stream … otherwise. No.”
>>Philippe … “Thank You … OK Ninfoma, get to it.”
Colette walked away. She went to the living room.
Ninfoma took hold of my stubbornly erected penis. She used it like it was a leash. She steered me through the cluster of women in the living room.
Colette watched Jody filming and Ninfoma jerking me off.
>>Colette … “Attention everyone … This is my son Philippe … Please notice my son’s Philippe profuse endowment … I will proceed with the auction of my son’s Philippe extraordinary ejaculatory powers … This will be a silent auction … Please, place your Timed, Signed and Sealed envelopes in this here empty fish bowl. I will open the bids at 11 pm. Once the name of the winner’s, 2nd, 3rd etc. to the 10th winning bid have been established … I will instruct my son Philipe to abandon his soul to the Cults of Sinful Lust. Through my son Philippe, you may live all of your vices … Starting with the highest bidder … Let us share my son’s FOO or First Official Orgasm with the highest bidder … Live on the Pay Per View … Praise the Cult of Sinful Lust for that … Now! … Start bidding, place you bid … May the richest bidder win.”
Colette told me and Ninfoma to circulate amongst the guests separately.
Although the party had not officially started, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Colette to keep track of me and of all the women who were looking to handle and suck-on my penis.
I continued to circulate; the betting was going on … Women gawked my permanently semi erected penis. One by one the bids for my first load were coming-in.
One of my mom’s subordinates at the schoolboard did pay special attention to me.
I took time to stand before her and smother my appendage with a handful of Brazilian Shea Butter cream. I masturbated disgusting, revolting, obscene and perverted ways using both hands.
Once she had seen him up-close and personal, she scratched her bidding slip. She got a new one and considerably upped her bid before sealing it and placing it the fish bowl.
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Seeing what Caroline had done … All of the other women chose to do the same. They posed for Jody’s camera and waited in line for my participation to their exhibitions.
One of the women in attendance we preoccupied with her daughter’s wellbeing. The poor girl did not qualify for the here little party at Colette’s place.
Hi honey I just sent you Philippe’s pic … that is going to be our little secret … OK?
But my mom kept busy directing the action. Jody followed me around as best she could.
Colette shouted … “CUT … Philippe … It’s dinner time”.
I said OK and returned to my host’s duties in the kitchen.
I rinsed the noodles with boiling hot water, drained them and filled the 17 bowls Colette had lined on the kitchen island. I loaded them with the sauce. Colette passed the bowls to her guests. Thay all ate standing up in where there were solid tiles on the floor. They ate their salad and cake in the same manner.
In the end I had managed to avoid being smothered look warm spaghetti with meat sauce … And, I had preserved mu cum for the winner’s bid. Colette was happy about that.
I excused myself. I escaped the clutches of this dirty, filthy bunch of bureaucratic ladies. I reached the stairs leading up to the mezzanine. He rushed across the mezzanine and walked into the corridor connected to it. I found one bedroom door that was ajar. I slipped in, hoping I could hide, until the bidding was close, the bids counted and the winner declared.
Unfortunately for poor little me. Taylor (another part-time, on-call secretary in Colette’s secretary pool) … had expected poor little me to climb-up here in search of solace.
Taylor had left the door ajar and hid in the darkness beyond its doorway. There, she waited for me … She waited, waited until she saw him coming her way … I was getting closer, closer … Saw the one open door when Taylor swung the door open.
She stepped out of the shadow and snatched me off the corridor … She pulled me inside, locked the door behind her and pushed him onto the bed. She took a hold of his my penis and started sucking on it like there was no tomorrow.
Midnight, the intercom buzzed again.
Colette answered … “Hello? …”
Colette answered … “Hello? …”
>>Intercom … “Auntie Colette? … this is Ardilla … Can I come in … Is my mom there? … She told she was there … She texted me; she told me to come here … I do not know why … I just can’t find her anywhere.”
Colette buzzed her in.
A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door.
Colette walked over to meet the calling party … and yes, it was Ardilla.
>>Colette … “Come in, come in … Your mom is in here somewhere … Look, your mom .”
Colette brought Ardilla to the living room. Ardilla explained to Colette that that her mom actually tricked her into coming her tonight.
>>Colette … “Ooh … That’s all right. You go upstairs, meet the others, take a shower … my son Philippe, he is in there somewhere.”
Ardilla looked all around her. She was immediately smitten by the Cults of Sinful Lust … She was so grateful for Colette and for her mom … grateful for the both of them condoning the Sins she was here commit.
Ardilla was smitten with the prospect of performing her first sexual acts in public, with Philippe and in front of all her mother’s girlfriends. She was eager to experience the shameless debauchery and narcissistic gratification her own mother had talked about on the telephone … Ardilla abandoned her soul to the Cults of Sinful Lust.
>>Colette found me in the living room.
>> Colette murmured in my ear … “Ok, that’s all of them … You stay here and wait until I call the winning bids … Use this time to pray … Ask the Cult of Sinful Lust to give you 10 loads of goo. Ask for the permission to give all the women in here multiple, simultaneous, repeated and continuous orgasmic convulsions they have paid for … Remember now, the more they cum, the more they pay … the more you cum, the more they have to pay for tour load.”
Colette walked from the island to the counter. There, she to prepared a of bowl full of “Sperm Making Slop” or SMS for ME … She laced it with a triple dose of the most potent Veterinarian Grade “Prolonged Erectile Rigidity” or PER drug.
For good measure Colette took the precaution to fill a hypodermic syringe with 7cc of “Horse and Beef — Male Genitalia Growth Hormones”. She placed the syringe on the counter. She figured that the Slop, the PER drug and the hormones injection ought to prime Philippe’s notorious CMM or Cum Making Machine, the way you’d go about priming a well.
Colette served the Slop to me. I slurped the Slop, one spoonful at a time.
Colette prayed to the Evils of Sinful Lust. She prayed to the Lust Demons and Lust Devils. The ones who lived inside ME.
>>Colette … “May you please allow my son’s penis28 minutes to become bloated past its usual “Blood Content / Time Limit” or BC-TL and stay hyper-bloated for more that 16 hours … I want my guest to reap a minimum of 420cc of cum from my son before they go home … After all, that is why they paid me the big money … Just for tonight … Please and Amen.”
Colette hoped that through her son, the Evils of Sinful Lust and the Lust Demons would ravage the women in attendance, do so with gusto, repeatedly and without respite … Do so until their souls (the guests) became nothing more than soft potting clay, for Colette to mold as she saw fit.
Colette prayed for me to have enough stamina to endure the many, many, many orgasmic convulsions he was expected to deliver throughout the night.
Colette also prayed for poor little me to pass through his pesky “Post Orgasmic Period” or POP rapidly … in order to engorge, penetrate and sodomize all of her guests without noticeable moderation in his tempo.
Colette concluded her prayers … Danielle, Jody, Taylor, Kendra and Ninfoma are shocked to see Colette plunge the hypodermic needle into the back of my head.
I continued to slurp the Slop like nothing happened.
Colette emptied the syringe, pulled it out and threw it in the waste basket.
Colette takes on of the cake out of the fridge. She cuts it in 8 wedges.
Colette was about to serve the cake to her guests when the intercom buzzed.
Colette excused herself, she walked to the intercom and buzzed-in whoever it was that was buzzing.
I salivated at the thought of more women coming-up to reward his new found conversion to the Evils of Sinful Lust.
I walked to the foyer. He met Colette at the door … For all he knew, this could be the concierge coming-up here to beg Colette for a blow-job.
Colette waited for the knock,..
>>Colette… “Shh… Philippe… Listen… Mom my wants you live through all of the wickedness, the vices, debauchery, oral, vaginal and anal sex you so rightfully deserve.”
I nodded. He fully understood what was about to happen, he just could not see how it took so long to get started.
I sat on a small chair in the foyer near the door. There, I suffered the agony of my tormented flesh. He used his cellphone to take this selfie.
Colette stared at my protrusion. It was increasingly difficult not to partake to her son’s incredible gift.
Colette returned to kitchen before she fell prey to her own desire for incestual lubricity.
Colette called on the kitchen/condo intercom … “Here this … the bid are closed … the fish bowl is now closed … Thank you … This being a silent auction, I will now start to open the bids.”
Colette was pleased to see the highest bidders were the most depraved, narcissistic, nymphomaniacs in her circle of friends.
After considering all the bids, she burns them in the fireplace made a decision as to whom she wanted to pimp her son to. By now all the guests were packed in the living room. Colette came out of the kitchen and proclaimed.
>>Colette… “Thanks You for all the bids you have put on my son’s gargantuan appendage and superseding seminal productions. Congratulation to the winners and to the losers … Thanks You for all your money … OK now, let’s see … Taylor … Kendra … You will be the first two to milk my son.”
Colette goes on … “The rest of you will watch the recording on my condo 4k-wall-mounted TV monitors.”
All the women, daughters, mothers and girls in attendance agreed with Colette.
Colette called from the living room … “Philippe! … Come on in here.”
Finally. I walked to the living room. My heart was pounding, my semi erected penis was throbbing and aching, my legs were about to buckle; such was the intensity of the discharge of pheromones in his blood stream.
But I did not flinch. I suffered in agony as I waited for my ordeal to begin … I was not about to pass out (no pun intended) and miss the opportunity.
Colette nodded and I let some of the guests manipulate his gonads.
I thanked the Evils of Sinful Lust. I surrendered my whole being to the intensity of the sexual self-gratification my mother’s guests were about to impart on me.
I could not wait any longer. He grabbed his mother to signal the beginning of the orgy … He used the occasion to show all the women in attendance, all them girls, mothers and daughters what was about to happen to them. Starting with the winner.
When morning time came about, there was much cleaning to be done before we could make coffee.