“You really thought a couple of sisters as close as us wouldn't compare Valentine's cards?” Sara cackled gleefully. “You really are a silly sissy...a silly piggy sissy!!” She watched Michael reach up behind his head to where the ballgag was fastened – it was clear he wanted to remove it so he could respond. “What do you think you're doing?” He paused in place. “I wasn't asking you a question. I was stating a fact. You are a pathetic two-timing piggy sissy waste of DNA!” She snorted another fit of giggles as Michael averted his gaze from her. “Right, Steph?”
“Right!” Steph agreed, standing alongside her sister with her arms crossed. She wasn't taking the same level of pleasure from Michael's predicament as Sara but it stung in a different way. He saw the hurt in her eyes, and spite, and a cold need for vengeance. She had been the one he tried to cheat on after all. Sara's taunting was humiliating, but Steph's hollow intensity scared him. What had he been thinking?!
“Hey Mom,” Sara called to Sophia, who had been watching on from the other side of the room since they had dragged Michael back into the house. “What do you think we should do with this bitch? Say, I'm surprised the stupid sissy didn't send you a card too. He's clearly always had the hots for you too. All that pathetic grovelling whenever Steph brought him over for Sunday dinner. Yes, Mrs.. No, Mrs... Three bags full, Mrs...”
“Is it true?!” Steph had a fire in her voice and Michael looked up at her timidly from his position on his knees. The ballgag they had stuffed in his mouth was sucking in his cheeks awkwardly. There was no dignity in the world that could possibly be salvaged from this situation. “All this time... playing house with me... running around after my little sister... and you still thought the sun shone out of my Mom's ass? Well, let's see shall we?! Mom, get over here!”
“Yeah, Mom...” Sara laughed sharing a look with her sister and catching on with her plan. “Come here! Come help us show this piggy sissy what really shines out of your ass!” Sophia stared back tentatively then glanced at the kneeling Michael, who somehow managed to look confused in spite of the ballgag and layers of makeup.
“You girls...” Sophia smiled at her daughters and shook her head. “If I can't say 'no' to you, what chance did this cretin stand? Come on then... Let's do this!” She walked across the room and Michael looked around nervously as Steph and Sara positioned themselves either side of him. Sophia stopped in front of him, turned around and hiked her skirt up so he was face-to-ass with her g-string parted cheeks. Before he could react, the three women acted with impressive coordination. Sophia pulled down her panties and bent over and Steph and Sara each grabbed the back of his head and firmly pressed it forward. Michael's world went black. “Hold him tight, girls!” Sophia hollered. “With that gag, our little piggy will have no choice but to breathe me in!”
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