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“Oh, God...” she moaned, her eyes wide and fearful, but she didn't try to stop me as I climbed up and lowered myself into place against her mouth. And this time, since she had her hands free, I even got to enjoy her clutching at my butt! Daddy snuggled into place behind me just like last time, kissing my neck and playing with my titties. He'd had enough time to get hard again now, and he was rubbing pleasantly along the cleft of my ass. We'd definitely have to do something about that soon... but not just yet, not until Mommy was done making me cum again, first!

We eventually pried ourselves out of bed, performing a much-needed changing of the sheets and then trooping into the bathroom together, taking care of the necessaries and enjoying a soft, playful shower. It was a little bit crowded, with all three of us in there at once, but I loved every moment of it, and we only came out again once we ran out of hot water and Mom and I had started to shiver from the cold. We dried each other off, snuggling and warming up, then climbed into bed, Mom insisting I take the middle.

Something was wrong. I struggled to open my eyes, blearily forcing myself to focus. I was in a red-panelled room, dimly lit, one I'd never been in before, with... things, on the walls. Whips, floggers, toys of all descr*ptions, most of which I couldn't even name. It was only then that I realized I was naked, bound on my back to a table with my legs spread into a slight V in the air, wrists above my head, a belt around my waist holding me down. I lifted my head, and saw that my six-inch dick was hard and straining, twitching without my command. Why the fuck was I hard? Arousal was the last thing I was feeling! Confusion, fear, panic, yes. But not arousal.