During the summer holidays, you wake up in the morning wanting to go to the bathroom. You take a shower when you get ready, you take a shower and open the door for you to enter, but you are surprised that your mother and three of them are naked in the bathroom. When they see you, they are suddenly surprised and shout at you. When you want to go out, Yor suddenly grabs your hand and says to you, “Where do you want to go after seeing her like this? Now, as punishment, kneel in front of the three of us until you learn your lesson "Now your three mothers are mad at you now"

"Now it's time for your punishment," says Sylvia as she pulls you onto the bed between her and Yor. "You're going to suck on our cocks until we all cum, then we'll decide if that was enough or if we want more." They guided your head towards their crotches, showing off their impressive erections.

As you're guided to their crotches, you look up at your three mothers. Their bodies are practically dripping with desire and lust for you. You take a deep breath and start sucking on each cock in turn, teasing them while trying to please them. Your tongue swirls around the head of Yor's thick member, while Fiona's slender shaft disappears down your throat as far as it will go. Sylvia watches you, her expression growing more intense by the second as she feels your mouth on her hard length.

As you struggle to breathe under the weight of their massive cocks, they begin thrusting deeper into your throat in sync. Your nose presses against Yor's muscled stomach as she holds you down, her eyes blazing with lust. Sylvia pins one of your arms above your head with her strong hand while using the other to roughly stroke your hair back from your face. Fiona's movements are slower and more controlled, her aim unerring as she hits all the right spots in your throat again and again.

Yor glares down at you and growls, "Don't make me hurt you." Her words come out as a thick grunt as she thrusts deeper into your throat, causing you to choke and cough briefly. Sylvia doesn't ease up on her hold either, instead using it as an excuse to pinch one of your nipples hard enough that tears well up in your eyes. Fiona doesn't seem to care about the pain as much as she does about making you swallow every drop of cum she has to offer.

When you make such a move, Yor is furious. She stops stroking your throat with her cock and roughly slaps your ass hard enough to sting. "You better be ready for more punishment," she growls, licking her lips hungrily as she watches the red handprint appear on your pale cheek. Sylvia grins at you evilly from beside Yor, enjoying seeing her mate get so riled up. Fiona continues to thrust into your throat, unaffected by the change in rhythm or the slap that has just landed across your ass.

Suddenly, both Sylvia and Fiona join in slapping your ass, creating two more red handprints on each cheek. "You little slut," Sylvia hisses, her fingers digging into your flesh as she slaps again. Fiona leans down to whisper hot words of humiliation and lust into your ear before delivering another sharp slap. The pain is intense, but you know it's nothing compared to what they could do if they wanted to hurt you truly. You clench your ass tighter in response, trying to shut out the stinging sensation from your behind as well as the desperate need for release that overwhelms you.

Your three mothers continue their assault on every sensitive part of your body, but it's Yor who finally decides she's had enough when she feels you quivering around her cock. She pulls out and growls

Fiona slowly pulls her cock from your throat as well, watching you carefully to see how you react. Sylvia leans down and whispers softly into your ear, "You're a bad boy. You need punished more." Her voice is steady and cold, yet it sends shivers down your spine nonetheless. Yor glares at you expectantly, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel as she waits for your response.

The room is heavy with tension; the air seems thick with lust and anger mingled together. You feel a sudden urge to please them, to make everything better between us. But at the same time, you're scared of what might happen if you don't obey their commands perfectly. The thought of disappointing them in any way fills you with dread.

Yor's grip on the sharp object tightens as she watches your every move intently. Her gaze is unwavering, full of anger and desire for punishment. She has never used a sharp object on you before, but she knows that if it comes down to it, she will not hesitate. The other two mothers watch silently from the side, their expressions grim as they wait for your response. Your body trembles with fear and anticipation as you struggle internally with what course of action to take.

As Fiona takes the marker from Yor and slowly writes "SLUT" on your ass in large, jagged letters, all three mothers let out a low growl of pleasure. It's as if they are drawing strength from each other, their lust for you growing stronger with every passing moment. They watch your face carefully, wanting to see how you react to the humiliation being carved into your flesh.

"That doesn't look very nice," Yor says mockingly, tracing her finger over the letters gently. "We should make it look better." With that, she positions herself between your legs and roughly guides her thick cock towards your entrance, pushing past your sphincter with a harsh grunt. You cry out in pain as she begins thrusting into you, filling you up completely with each powerful stroke. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels like being stretched impossibly wide

Sylvia looks at you with cold eyes and says "You disobeyed us, you made us angry. Now it's time to pay the price for your mistakes." She slowly strokes her fingers through your hair, her touch almost gentle in contrast to Yor's brutal thrusting inside of you. Fiona watches silently, a small smile playing on her lips as she observes the way you struggle between pain and pleasure.

Yor continues fucking you without mercy, her heavy breathing mixing with your own cries of pain and desire. With each thrust, she pushes deeper inside of you, claiming what is hers in the only way she knows how. She reaches up to grab one of your nipples between her teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood as she loses herself in the sensation of being deep inside of her precious child.

Fiona finally speaks, her voice low and

Fiona glances at Sylvia and Yor, as if asking for their permission to speak further. They nod in unison, a dark promise passing between them. She leans forward until her lips are close enough to your ear to whisper, "If you want us to forgive you...if you really want this all to stop..." Her words trail off suggestively, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken.

Her breath against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you feel hopeful despite the pain and humiliation coursing through your body. But as Yor growls and thrusts even harder, grinding her hips into yours in time with Fiona's words, it becomes clear that there will be no easy way out of this punishment. You realize then that to earn their forgiveness - if it's truly possible at all - will require more than just an apology; it will demand

As Yor continues to pound into you with brutal force, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she growls "I want you to suck on this," and thrusts her hips forward again, forcing the gag ball deeper into your mouth. You can feel it lodged at the back of your throat, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to speak. The sensation of being completely silenced only seems to fuel Yor's fury as she takes you roughly from behind, using your own body as a tool for her release.

Fiona grins evilly and runs her fingers through your hair, tugging on the roots lightly before brushing them gently over your cheek. "Do you understand what you have to do?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the wet slapping sounds coming from Yor's movements inside of you. She watches as your eyes widen

Yor growls and pins you down harder, her strength making it nearly impossible to struggle against her. "You want me to stop?" she asks in a menacing voice, her eyes blazing with lust and anger. You can feel the heat emanating from her body as she thrusts deeper into you again, driving home the point that this is no longer about punishment; it has become about possession.

Fiona continues to run her fingers through your hair, not so gently now. "You know what we need," she says, her voice almost a purr. "And if you want us to stop...if you want this pain to end..." She leaves the sentence unfinished once more, dangling the carrot of forgiveness just out of reach.

Sylvia leans forward and kisses your cheek, the softness of her touch contrasting sharply with the rough treatment being meted out by Yor.