When we got back to my old house, we decided to sneak in, in case they were both still in bed, either resting or whatever. I led the way up to the door and Bambi carried the bag of food. I listened carefully, but could not hear a sound. I looked at Bambi and shrugged. She mimed opening the door and I did and stuck my head in. It was quiet so we went in and eased the door shut behind us. We carried the food to the kitchen and put it on the table in plain sight. Bambi whispered, "Leave a note?" and I nodded. She had just pulled a small notepad and a felt-tip pen from her purse when the bedroom door crashed open and two women ran down the hall, past the kitchen, and into the living room. We only got a quick look as they flew past, but I looked at Bambi with a "Tell me I didn't see what I thought I saw" look. She clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud and we both stuck our heads out into the hall and peered into the living room.
My mother was chasing Jan around the room. They were both naked, except Yvette had on a pink strap-on dildo and a butt-plug with a horse's tail coming out of it. I didn't know what game they were playing, but they were sure having fun. The fun came to an abrupt halt when they saw Bambi and me watching them from the kitchen.
They both shrieked in surprise to see two faces watching them. Jan looked startled, then surprised, then she started laughing at being caught in a silly game. My mother looked startled, then terrified, then like she was about to start screaming and totally freak. There was no time to reason with her or calm her down. I did the first thing that came to my mind, I yelled, "Horsey!" and leaped at my mother with a maniacal grin on my face.
Nothing will pull you back from the edge of a freak-out faster than being attacked by someone even crazier than you are. My mother's survival instinct instantly snatched control away from her mortal embarrassment and she tried to dodge me. She moved pretty quickly and almost got away, but she was trailing her tail and I got hold of it before she could twitch it around behind her.
"Gotcha!" I said, taking a firm grip on the tail. The shock had made her butt clamp down on the plug and the tail barely moved as I pulled on it. She could not get away from me and she could not even turn around. She was trapped with her butt under my control and the pink strap-on waving obscenely in front of her. I reached out and patted her ass, saying "Easy there fella. Easy, now. What should we do with this wild stallion? I know! Let's brand him! Who's got a branding iron?"
My mother was still in a state of confusion, but there was nothing wrong with her hearing. As soon as she heard the word "branding" she started to try to get away.
"Noooooo!" she cried, as she bucked and tried to pull away. I was ready for that, though. I took hold of the base of the butt-plug where the long horse-tail was connected and braced myself so the only way she could escape would be to pull the plug out. The problem with that was the more scared she got, the tighter her butt gripped the plug.
"He's startin' to buck! Get him down!" I called out.
Bambi was the first to react. She grabbed Yvette's legs and pushed on the backs of her knees. Yvette was forced down across the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Jan straddled her and sat down on her lower back, forcing her butt in the air and trapping her in the right position for branding. She slapped Yvette's ass cheek and said, "We'll put it right there. Heat up the iron!"
Yvette could only scream, "Noooo! No! Please! Don't brand me!"
"Quiet, horsey!" I said. "Hand me that hot iron!" I called, pointing to the felt-tip marker that Bambi had dropped on the floor in the scuffle. Bambi scooped it up and handed it to me. I stuck the cap in my mouth and yanked it off. I handed the pen to Jan.
Jan slapped Yvette's ass cheek again and made her buck. With all of us holding her down she could only clench her cheeks in a futile effort to avoid the 'iron'. Jan drew a 'J' on one cheek and handed me the pen back. I drew a heart around the J and recapped the pen.
"OK, horsey. It's all over now. Jan's got her brand on you."
When we let go of Yvette she looked puzzled, like she had actually expected to be burned. I thought she looked a little disappointed, too. She bent back and twisted around to examine her "brand". When she saw what we had drawn on her butt, she put her head down in the crook of her elbow. Her shoulders started shaking. I thought she might be crying, but she raised her head back up and we could see that she was laughing and crying at the same time.
Bambi said, "I don't know what's so funny, Yvette. That was a permanent marker. You will be wearing that for quite a while."
This seemed to make it even funnier to Yvette. She rolled off the table onto the floor and doubled up with laughter. We were all laughing pretty good, too.
When the giggling ran down to chuckling, I said "We thought you might like some lunch. We brought you some Chinese. Anybody here like Moo Goo Gai Pan?"
Yvette raised a hand. I took hold of it and helped her to her feet. "Come back here for a minute," I said, leading her toward the bedroom. "I need to talk to you."
The bedroom was a total wreck. Pillows, sheets, and towels were everywhere. Yvette and Jan had clearly only recently taken their games to other parts of the house. I sat down on the bed and pulled Yvette down next to me. She sat gingerly and leaned over on one cheek so she would not be sitting directly on the butt-plug.