The black dress I chose for Lisa left little to the imagination.
Perfect for a business dinner where her son would be trying to impress his future boss.
Even more perfect for what I had planned underneath it.
I laid it on her bed alongside the other items: nipple clamps, vibrator, and a thin silver collar.
Lisa emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, hair still damp. She froze when she saw the display.
"No," she whispered. "Not tonight. This is important for Jake."
"Exactly," I replied. "Which is why you'll do exactly as I say."
I crossed the room and yanked her towel away. Her body still bore marks from our earlier session—fingerprints on her hips, bite marks on her breasts, my handprint on her ass.
"Strip," I ordered. "Everything off."
"Please," she begged. "This dinner could change Jake's life."
I grabbed her throat, pushing her against the wall. "And your cooperation will ensure it goes well. Understand?"
She nodded, tears already forming.
"Good. Now spread your legs."
I pulled out a razor and shaving cream. Her eyes widened.
"What are you doing?"
"Preparing you," I said. "You're going to shave. Everything. And I'm going to watch."
She took the razor with shaking hands. I made her sit on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread wide, as she removed every hair. I watched her struggle to reach the most intimate areas, enjoying her humiliation.
"Perfect," I said when she finished. "Now for your accessories."
I produced two small nipple clamps connected by a thin chain.
"No," she gasped. "I can't wear those to dinner."
"You can and will." I attached them roughly, twisting until she gasped in pain. "The dress will hide them. But you'll feel them with every movement."
Next came the vibrator. Larger than she expected.
"Put it in," I ordered. "And make it deep."
She whimpered as she pushed it inside her still-wet pussy. I activated it at full power without warning. Her knees buckled as she fell against me, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
"Please," she panted as I turned it off. "I won't be able to control myself at dinner."
"That's the point." I took a marker and pushed her back on the bed. "Spread wider."
On her inner right thigh, I wrote "WHORE." On the left, "JAKE'S MOM."
"No one will see," I told her, admiring my work. "Except me. And whoever else I decide to show."
I helped her into the dress, adjusting it to showcase her cleavage. The nipple clamps made her breasts stand out prominently.
"One final touch." I fastened the collar around her neck. "This stays on all night."
I leaned close, whispering in her ear. "Tonight, you're not just Jake's mom. You're my property. And soon, you'll be shared."
Jake was waiting in the living room, nervously adjusting his tie.
"Wow, Mom," he said when he saw Lisa. "You look... different."
"Doesn't she?" I agreed, my hand sliding to her lower back. "Your mother cleans up nicely."
Lisa flinched at my touch, knowing my fingers were inches from the vibrator's remote in my pocket.
"The reservation's at eight," Jake said, checking his watch. "My potential boss is meeting us there."
"Perfect," I replied. "I've invited a friend to join us too. For networking."
Lisa's eyes darted to mine, questioning.
"David," I clarified. "My business partner. You'll like him."
The restaurant was upscale—white tablecloths, crystal glasses, soft lighting. Jake's potential employer, Mr. Harrison, was already seated when we arrived.
"Jake," he greeted, standing to shake hands. "And this must be your mother. Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Morrison."
"Lisa, please," she replied, voice steady despite the vibrator I'd activated on low the moment we entered.
"Alex!" a voice called from behind us.
David approached, exactly as planned. Tall, dark-haired, with the same predatory look I'd cultivated. He knew exactly who Lisa was. What she was about to become.
"This is David," I introduced. "My business partner."
David's hand lingered on Lisa's lower back as he kissed her cheek. "Your photos don't do you justice," he whispered, loud enough for only her to hear.
I arranged the seating strategically: Jake and Mr. Harrison on one side, Lisa between David and me on the other.
The moment we sat, my hand found her bare thigh under the table. The word "WHORE" greeted my fingertips.
"Your mother is stunning," David told Jake as he casually placed his hand on her other thigh.
Jake smiled awkwardly. "Thanks."
I increased the vibrator's intensity. Lisa's back arched slightly, her nipples visibly hardening against the fabric despite the clamps.
"The wine selection here is impressive," I said, emphasizing our trigger word.
Lisa swallowed hard. "Thank you for bringing us here, Alex," she said mechanically.
David's fingers traced higher, finding her completely bare pussy. He shot me an appreciative glance.
"So wet already," he whispered in her ear while Jake chatted with Mr. Harrison.
I increased the vibrator's intensity. Lisa's thighs clamped shut, trapping both our hands between them.
"Open your legs," I ordered quietly. "Or I text Jake the video right now."
She obeyed, her breathing becoming shallow.
David slipped a finger inside her while I rubbed her clit. Her knuckles whitened around her water glass.
"Jake tells me you were in marketing, Mrs. Morrison," Mr. Harrison said.
Lisa struggled to focus. "Yes, for fifteen years."
"Impressive," I said, triggering her conditioned response.
"Thank you for remembering," she replied automatically, her voice hitching as David added a second finger.
A waiter approached. I cranked the vibrator higher.
"Are you ready to order?" he asked, noticing Lisa's flushed face.
"She'll have the fish," I answered for her. "She loves things that are... wet."
Under the table, Lisa's pussy clenched around David's fingers as she fought back an orgasm.
"Excuse me," she whispered, standing abruptly. "Bathroom."
I waited thirty seconds, then followed.
She was leaning against the sink in the single restroom, legs trembling, dress hiked up as she tried to adjust the vibrator.
I locked the door behind me. "Did I say you could touch that?"
"Please," she begged. "It's too much. I can't sit through dinner like this."
I grabbed her throat, pushing her against the wall. "You don't decide what's too much."
My free hand yanked her dress up, exposing the words written on her thighs. The vibrator hummed inside her, her pussy visibly dripping.
"Look at you," I sneered. "Jake's mom, soaking wet in a public bathroom."
"Stop," she sobbed.
I spun her around, bending her over the sink. "Watch yourself," I ordered, forcing her to look in the mirror. "Watch Jake's mom get fucked by his best friend."
I unzipped my pants and thrust into her without warning. She was so wet I met no resistance.
"You're nothing but a hole," I growled, pounding into her. "A set of holes for me to use."
Her eyes were glassy in the reflection, tears streaming down her face even as her pussy clenched around my cock.
"Say it," I demanded. "Say what you are."
"I'm just holes," she whispered, breaking. "Just holes for you to use."
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the sink. "Who do you belong to?"
"You," she gasped as I entered her again.
"And?"
"David," she admitted. "I belong to you and David."
"And what about Jake?"
She tried to look away. I grabbed her face.
"What about your son?"
"He... he doesn't matter," she sobbed as I fucked her harder.
"That's right," I hissed. "Because you're a whore. A filthy whore who gets wet at dinner while sitting across from her son."
Her pussy spasmed around me as she came, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"Quiet," I warned. "Unless you want Jake to hear his mother coming on my cock."
I pulled out and forced her to her knees. "Clean me with your mouth."
She obeyed, taking me deep in her throat, tasting herself on my shaft.
"That's it," I groaned. "Take it all."
I pulled out and finished on her face, making sure some landed in her hair.
"Don't clean it off," I ordered, tucking myself away. "Go back to the table like this."
Horror filled her eyes. "I can't—"
"You can wipe your face," I conceded. "But the rest stays. I want you to feel my cum drying in your hair while you sit across from Jake."
I turned the vibrator back on, higher than before.
"And Lisa? David gets his turn next."
When we returned to the table, our food had arrived. Jake was deep in conversation with Mr. Harrison, barely noticing our absence.
David's eyes darkened when he saw Lisa's disheveled appearance. He knew exactly what had happened.
"Everything okay?" he asked innocently.
"Perfect," I replied. "Lisa just needed some... assistance."
Under the table, David's hand immediately found her pussy, feeling how wet and used she was. He slipped two fingers inside her, making her gasp.
"Mom, are you feeling okay?" Jake asked, finally noticing her flushed face.
I increased the vibrator's intensity with a tap on my phone.
"She's fine," I answered. "Just excited about your opportunity. Right, Lisa?"
Her pussy clenched around David's fingers as she forced a smile.
"Right."
The main course continued with Lisa trapped between us, David's fingers never leaving her body, my control of the vibrator keeping her on edge.
"So, Jake," Mr. Harrison asked, "where do you see yourself in five years?"
I cranked the vibrator to maximum. Lisa choked on her wine.
"Are you alright, Mrs. Morrison?" Mr. Harrison asked.
"Fine," she gasped. "Just went down the wrong way."
David pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against her g-spot. I could see her fighting to maintain composure.
"This restaurant has an impressive wine selection," I said, using our trigger word again.
"Thank you for suggesting the Cabernet, Alex," Lisa responded automatically, her voice strained.
David leaned close to her ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass tomorrow," he whispered. "Alex told me you're a virgin there."
Lisa's eyes widened in panic.
"Congratulations, Jake," Mr. Harrison suddenly announced. "We'd like to offer you the position."
Jake's face lit up. "Thank you, sir!"
I cranked the vibrator to maximum. Lisa's back arched, her thighs clamping together under the table.
"Your mother seems quite emotional about your success," David observed, his hand now between her legs, feeling the vibrations through her soaked pussy.
"I'm just... proud," she gasped, knuckles white around her fork.
"This calls for a toast," I said, raising my glass. "To Jake's impressive future."
Lisa's eyes met mine, remembering her trigger. "Thank you, Alex," she whispered, "for everything you've done to... for my family."
Under the table, her body convulsed. She was coming, right there at the dinner table, across from her son.
David and I watched her fight to maintain composure, her lips pressed together to suppress her moans, her chest heaving.
"Mom, are you okay?" Jake asked, noticing her strange behavior.
"She's fine," I answered. "Just overwhelmed with emotion. Right, Lisa?"
She nodded, unable to speak as another orgasm ripped through her.
The drive home was quiet. Jake, elated with his success, didn't notice his mother's disheveled appearance in the backseat, or how David's hand remained between her legs the entire ride.
At the door, David shook Jake's hand. "Your mother is exquisite," he said. "I can see where you get your... determination."
"Lisa," I said, "thank David for a wonderful evening."
She looked between us, mascara smudged from her earlier tears.
"Thank you, David," she said hollowly.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Lisa," David said, his meaning clear. "Alex has invited me for lunch. And you're the main course."
Jake had already gone inside, celebrating his victory.
Lisa stood frozen on the doorstep between us.
"Don't worry," I whispered, sliding my hand under her dress to remove the vibrator. "We'll both fuck you at the same time. Every hole filled."
David leaned in from the other side. "I like the ass. Alex told me you've never done that before."
"First time for everything," I said, pushing the vibrator into her hand. "Keep this in all night. Consider it practice."
Lisa's eyes met mine, hollow with defeat.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.
She knew she was just a set of holes now.
Holes that belonged to us.