In the car on the way to Lebron's house, the two girls sat in the backseat, playing with each other and whispering to Lebron, who could barely drive he was so turned on. When he pulled into his parents drive, he turned around to see them both licking their fingers and giggling.
"Damn, you girls are fine," he said, licking his lips.
"Shh... I wanna get you upstairs, boy," Riki said, reaching a hand out to stroke the tented front of his warm-ups.
Carl grinned and hopped out of the front seat of the giant SUV and fondled for the automatic door lock button on his keys, leaving Sharon and Riki to let themselves out of the car. Smirking, he made the car lock with a chirp and spun to go into the house. Sharon and Riki followed, arm in arm.
Lebron's room was huge, with a massive four-poster bed made from welded wrought iron.
As soon as the door was shut, Lebron walked near the bed and nervously mumbled "so, y'all gonna get naked now?"
"No, baby, you gonna get naked," said Riki, "right now."
"Uh, yeah, all right," said Carl, and smirked as he slipped off his warm-ups, displaying the massive member he'd wished himself.
Riki leaned over and whispered in Carl's ear. He closed his eyes for a moment and shivered. "Do it, Lebron," she said, and nibbled his ear. He reached into the beside table and pulled out the stone, wishing something under his breath. Several heavy leather restraints appeared on the bed, and he dropped it back on the table.
"Good boy," Riki cooed, "Mama gonna give you jus' what you wan'." She pushed him back on the bed and began tying him spread-eagle to the posts, beckoning for an astonished looking Sharon to help. "Mama knows why you wanted me 'all freaky in bed'," said Riki, "id'n 'at right, baby?"
"Y-yeah."
"Yeah what?"
"Yeah mama."
"Mmm... that's my boy." Riki hissed, grinding herself against the chest she'd straddled. "Now, make Mama happy," she said, as she pushed herself up over his face. She turned to kiss Sharon, who was mounting Lebron's lower regions.
Afterward, Sharon put her head in Riki's lap on a red leather couch in the corner of the room, watching Carl pant and strain against the bonds. They shared a cigarette. Riki felt the warmth of the stone in her off hand.
"Carl, sugah, don't struggle. Mama be back when she's good an' ready."
"Damn it, bitch, I'll get you. Soon as I'm out of here, you better watch that fat ass of yours."
"Now, I do wish you'd show respect. And call me Mama." Riki drawled, languidly.
"Y-yes, M-m-mama." said Carl, choking out the words.
"I think he's pretty like that," Sharon said, smirking.
Riki closed her eyes and mumbled for a bit. When she had stopped, a crystal the size and shape of a billiard ball rested in one hand, with the stone. "This'll help us whip our boy inna shape a bit," she said. The crystal glowed blue briefly.
"Stick out ya tongue, baby," she said, and sighed when he didn't. "I do wish you'd do as Mama tells you."
Carl stuck out his tongue, which was now thick and came out of his mouth seven inches.
"Here, whyn't you try it out, cutie," she said, and gave the ball to Sharon, who was grinning impishly. "I'm a figure out how to fix you and my Mama."
