I must have passed out. When I awoke, I was on the floor, with a woman standing over me. She was Anne's mother... but wasn't. She was very very different to the housewife that had fixed me that drink, what... I can't remember when.
"Ah, we're awake, are we?" she said. With her hair scraped back in a severe-looking ponytail, she was clad in a black leather mini skirt and a white blouse which stretched across her impressive bosom. Black stockings and leather boots which came to over the knee completed her imposing outfit.
"You've been a very naughty girl, you know".
"Girl?" I murmured, really just half conscious. "Well, you certainly aren't dressed like a boy I've ever seen," she replied.
"I'd half-forgotten, my mind cloudy with all that had gone before. "What happened?" I pleaded. "Oh, don't whine," Anne's mother replied. You've been a bad girl, and there will be consequences".
"But... Mrs Kennedy," I whimpered.
"Mistress to you, young lady," she said forcefully, and dragged me up and sat down in the chair, forcing me to lie across her lap.
"Now, I'm afraid you must be punished. But if you're a good girl, I'll treat you nicely. If not..." she paused for effect.
With that, she lifted my shirt up, exposing my panties - which I'd forgotten, were filled with my cum from earlier.
"Right, let's get these off," she said brightly, and pulled my soaking panties down my stockinged thighs, and over my spike-heeled shoes. I squirmed in her lap, though it seemed that my limbs were made of lead, the after-effects of whatever they'd drugged me with still clouding my thoughts and movements. "Now, behave, and take your punishment like a young lady should," she said sternly.
She then repositioned me on her lap, so that my already-hardening cock was poking into her thighs, and proceeded to spank me!
SMACK! went her hand went on my bare buttocks. I yelped audibly. "Oh, we can't have that," she said, and smacked me again. As my mouth opened, she pushed my panties into my mouth. I gagged on my cum. "You'd better get used to that," she said, darkly, and proceeded to hit me a dozen or more times.
I whimpered into my gag. "Oh, poor baby," she murmured. "Let me ease the pain a little". I felt her smoothing some kind of cream into my red raw buttocks. Her hand them proceeded into the cleft between then, and further down, towards my rosebud.
She worked further into crack, ever closer, until her manicured finger was pushing at the door. My buttocks were still stinging, but with the friction against my cock on her nylons, I was getting harder and harder, and then the tip of Anne's mother's pinky slithered into my backside!
As I squirmed, the inevitable happened. I couldn't hold any longer, and proceeded to splatter Anne's mother's thighs with another load of sticky cum.
"Well, looks like someone was enjoying that a little too much," she cackled. "You're supposed to be getting punished.
"Mmmph" I groaned through the panties. "What was that? Ah..." She removed the cloth gag from my mouth.
'Well, you seem to have got a taste for cum," she grinned. "Your own, at least... so I suggest you get down there are clean up your mess."
I knelt between her magnificent, semen-splattered thighs, and proceeded to lick up the remains of my last orgasm.
"Mmm," she moaned. "While you're down there..."
She dragged my head upwards and forced me to lick out her pussy, and it wasn't long before she was moaning and gasping. "Oh, you're making a great pussy licker," she gasped. "I wonder what else that mouth of yours could do?"
She dragged me up to my feet again. "That will be all... for now..." she said. "You'd best get some rest now - you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow".
As she led me away I caught sight of that girl in the mirror again - even more disheveled now that before - her long auburn locks a mess, her skirt ridden up around her waist, stockings askew, holding her cum-sodden panties in her manicured hand. I wondered what tomorrow might bring.