Unspoken Pleasure

“Miranda isn’t one to lose,” I pointed out.

“Neither am I!” Ellie snapped back, pissed at losing the bet.

Playing my poker hand perfectly, I asked, “I assume you’re already plotting to get Alexis back as your submissive slave?”

“Alexis?” she questioned, “Don’t you mean your Mother?”

“One and the same,” I smiled, tapping the empty seat beside me, “Come sit back down, Ellie.”

“I think I’ll stand,” she glared, before turning to Mom. “Alexis, all these years you resisted me and now you submit to your son?”

As I had instructed, Mom remained silent.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Answer me!” Ellie demanded, raising her voice.

I pointed out, “Remember please, that we are in a plane and others will hear us if we are too loud.”

“Fuck you!” she snapped at me.

“Thanks for mentioning that; it is part of the plan, but unfortunately not aboard this airplane,” I retorted, my confidence oozing. Amazing how much domming two hot MILFs can change a person in a short period of time.

“Keep dreaming!” Ellie countered, used to young boys drooling over her big tits, firm legs and ravishing good looks.

“And a sexy dream it is indeed, you hot slut,” I assured her, ogling her hot body, lingering meaningfully on her large breasts, although without a hint of drool. “And fortunately most of my dreams have come true of late,” I volleyed back.

“So I see.” She smirked. “Well like that Meatloaf song, I guess two out of three ain’t bad.”

“Agreed, but three out of three is even better,” I retorted.

“You are one confident fucker,” she gave me, recognizing I was a stronger adversary than she’d originally suspected.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I retorted. “But I do have a deal to offer you.”

“Reeeaaaaaly,” she drawled dramatically.

“Now, my dear adversary-for-now, please come and sit down so we can chat,” I offered, politely this time.

Before she could decide whether to comply, the bathroom door opened and Dana, her face with a sweet shine and her top buttoned up all wrong, came out and said, “Master Curtis, Mistress Miranda requests you to join her.”

Standing up, I walked to Ellie and said, standing a bit closer than would be polite, “We will continue this later.”

“Oh you bet we will,” she agreed, still oozing confidence.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Mom alone with the greatest challenge of her life, resisting her former Mistress. As I closed the door Miranda asked, “How did it go?”

“She’s a stubborn one.”

“That she is,” Miranda agreed, falling to her knees. “Your Mom’s face was impressive. Think you have enough for me too?”

“Always,” I smiled, thankful that at my young age my recovery time was measured in minutes.

Pulling my stiff cock from my pants, she eagerly sucked me. After a couple minutes of slow burn, as I retold the conversation with Ellie, she took my cock out of her mouth and said, “Enough about Ellie for now. Let’s focus on us.”

“Agreed,” I said, pulling her up off her knees.

“Sit down,” she instructed.

I pulled my pants down to my knees and sat on the cold toilet seat. Miranda straddled me and I watched as she steadied my cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, just as she had done to the wine bottle last night. As soon as my cock was inside her she began bouncing up and down. “Fuck, I love your cock, baby,” Miranda moaned.

“I love everything about you,” I replied.

“I hope Alexis is surviving out there,” she moaned.

“Me too,” I moaned back, her cunt somehow tightening around my cock like a suction cup.

The next few minutes were pure bliss as Miranda rode my cock. As if reading my mind, sensing the beginning of my build up, she urged, “Baby, I want to feel you fill me with your seed.”

“Your wish is my command,” I grunted, closing my eyes.

“Come for me baby, fill me up,” Miranda commanded.

Always one to make my women happy, I fulfilled her request as my second load in thirty minutes shot out of me.

“That’s it, baby,” she moaned, continuing to milk my cock.

“Fuuuuck,” I grunted, her cuntal grip around my cock bringing sensation after sensation to me.

A minute later she climbed off me and falling back to her knees, took my cock back in her mouth.

Another minute later she climbed back up and kissed me. Breaking the kiss she smiled and said, “I love the taste of your cock with our cum mixed together.”

“Fuck, are you hot,” was all I could muster in return.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she smiled, giving my cock a squeeze. “We should probably go and rescue your Mom.”

“Good call,” I agreed, again pulling my pants up.

“By the way, when you join the mile-high club you really join the mile-high club,” she joked, before opening the door.

I followed her out and it was our turn to be surprised.

Our flight attendant was on her knees between Ellie’s legs, licking away. Mom was watching, although still sitting where she’d been when I’d left, next to the opposite window.

Ellie explained rather matter-of-factly. “When Alexis wouldn’t do as she was told, for which she will be punished later,” she glared at Mom, “I decided to find another slut, an obedient slut, to get me off.”

Miranda strolled over for a closer look. “Hmmmm,” was all she said.

“Hmmmm, what?” Ellie wanted to know, pushing the Katy Perry lookalike Miranda’s friend-with-benefits deeper inside her cunt.

“You’re trimmed, not shaved bald,” Miranda announced to all.

Not missing a beat Ellie responded, “That’s because I have the sweetest smelling cunt there is, isn’t that right Alexis?”

“Yes,” Mom answered, a tremble in her voice, hunger permeating her tone.

“You miss my fragrant bush don’t you, my pleasure pet?” Ellie purred, her tone endearing, yet knowing, yet teasing, yet impossibly confident.

“Yes,” Mom again confirmed, this time in a whisper we could barely hear over the thrum of the jet engines. I was so proud of her: the term ‘Mistress Ellie’ must have been fighting tooth and nail to escape her lips, yet she held it back.

“Come and replace this slut, my pet,” Ellie offered, all the while looking at me.

Mom was weak, fragile and on the brink of submitting, so I ordered, “Don’t move, Mom. You’re still my slut until I say otherwise, isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, son,” she agreed, her relief palpable.

Ellie threatened, still staring at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. “Each disobedience, my pet, will add an additional punishment. Do you really want to relive Cancun?”

Mom’s face went pale and I was curious about what the hell had happened in Cancun.

Miranda intervened. “Look, this charade is getting us nowhere. Ellie, you want your slut back, correct?”

“Obviously,” Ellie answered, beginning to move her hips up and down, grinding her pussy on Dana’s face.

“And you Curtis, want to fuck your Mother’s ex-Mistress, correct?”

“Since I was old enough to shoot my load,” I confirmed.

“And Alexis, you want to be able to fuck your son as you please and also submit to Ellie, correct?”