I should have written more on this, but time keeps slipping away.

For the rest of the time Mom was here, about 4 months, I had to meet her in my wooded path every morning my wife was at work, at 7 am, regardless of the weather totally naked except for shoes.  Sometimes Lisa would be with her but most times not.  Mom had power over me and made sure ai knew it.  Prior to catching me the first time walking nude in my forest I never saw her without a bra on, but now she'd started showing up without one. Her tits were bigger than my wife's or Lisa's and although they sagged a bit, they were something I would have loved to get next to, but unfortunately never did.

Sometimes Mom would use a leash on me, and sometimes she'd use her hand and grip my cock.  The reason I remember this episode was it was the first time after a month of meeting I was made to spill my juices.  Mom hurriedly marched me to Lisa's back door and brought in.   Lisa was prepared for me. She wore a black latex corset, her tits over the top and her blond muff between her thighs glistened as if she'd been rubbing herself prior to my arrival.

They usually never went into "play" mode immediately, but this time they did. Mom sat down on the couch and simply watched her daughter and me.  This was rare too.  In the living room was an "X" cross and Lisa bound me to it.  Lisa said, we are going to jerk your pathetic penis until your balls are dry.  

What happened was right after I came the first time, Lisa would sit, and Mom would jerk me.  It was obvious Mom was more experienced.  Plus I got little rest between each turn.  Lisa concentrated on my shaft, but Mom concentrated on the head.  At one point I really wanted to get away from them, I just couldn't take it anymore, but you couldn't tell them that.

Eventually nothing came out and they stopped tugging me.  I was limp, I mean really limp. Exhausted actually.  They sat on the couch talking about me like I wasn't even there.  Mom wanted to mount me next time and Lisa was talking about using multiple tens units on my cock and using a plug up my hind end.  Lisa's dialogue made me a bit nervous as in I wonder how far she'd go.  Secretly, I thought about going as far as Lisa wanted to go as long as it didn't cause serious pain, blood or death.

This time Lisa took me home.

I Might add that even to this day a few years later, when I go to Lisa's house to deliver something or see her for any legitimate reason, Lisa will not wear a bra and she'll either wear a loose fitting tank top, or a blouse that's slightly see thru, but if my wife is with me, Lisa will wear her bra.  Last Thanksgiving after dinner at her place I was washing the dishes and she got close on one side and groped my cock with one hand until I got uncomfortably hard.  Then walked off.  Later right before we left she gave me 'the look'. 

Although we didn't meet anymore for "play" I think she really wanted to.