Unspoken Pleasure

Mom looked at me, then to Ellie, her mind clearly riddled with not only doubt but downright fear, something I had never seen on my Mom in my whole life. “Yes, I think so,” she finally admitted.

“So there you have it,” Miranda said.

“There we have what?” Ellie asked, close to orgasm, but unable to come simultaneously with having this bizarre conversation.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Should we let you finish?” Miranda asked considerately, acknowledging the obvious.

Ellie didn’t waste any time, just nodding an affirmation and closing her eyes as she moved her hand to her clit and began rubbing as she demanded, “Finger me, slut!”

Dana didn’t hesitate, sliding two fingers inside the big-busted schoolteacher. Ellie’s breathing increased and I watched, my cock again at full salute, as my third most common fantasy as a horny teen alone late at night came to life in front of me.

“Fuuuuck, harder, slut, yes, yes, god yeeeeees,” Ellie moaned, surprisingly quiet as she came.

We all watched the show until its conclusion, before Ellie opened her eyes and asked, “Enjoy watching ‘Aunt Ellie’ come, Curtis?”

“Very much, although I look forward to the time when I’m the one making you make those faces,” I replied.

“Keep dreaming, kid,” she countered, finally letting go of Dana, who remained on her knees, trying to recover from her face being used so extremely.

Miranda again intervened. “So here is the deal. We have a task for you to complete before Alexis will be allowed to spend time alone with you and succumb to your spell.”

“A task is it?” Ellie asked, raising an eyebrow. “Let me guess, fuck the kid?”

“Well, I’m sure that will eventually happen too, his cock is to die for and for a guy he sure licks like a dedicated lesbian, but no, that’s not a requirement. We want you to seduce the bride-to-be.”

“What? Who?” Ellie asked surprised at the sudden fresh topic.

“Well, as you know I hate my ex, but because I work with him we have to play nice in public, so he had to invite me to his wedding and I had to accept, otherwise it would look really bad for the station. Anyway, his fiancée Brittany and her girlfriends are going out on the town tomorrow night for her bachelorette party and we’re going to crash it,” Miranda explained.

“And?” Ellie asked, reaching for her jeans.

“Well, I want you in your seductress mode, wearing the outfit I’ll choose for you after our little bet you just lost, to get her between your legs,” Miranda explained.

Pulling her jeans up but leaving her panties on the floor, Ellie asked, “Why?”

“To humiliate Mark on his wedding day,” Miranda shrugged.

Ellie, a devious bitch herself, smiled, “Delicious, and in return Alexis is mine again.”

“Ours,” I rebutted.

“Ours,” Ellie agreed, but her tone implying ‘for now.’

Miranda turned to Dana, who was still kneeling near Ellie’s feet, “Could you please bring us a bottle of wine, sweetie?”

“Yes, Miranda,” Dana agreed, standing up, her carefully-applied makeup a mess.

“Wait,” Ellie interjected.

“Yes, ma’am?” Dana asked, turning to face Ellie.

“Please pick up my panties and give them to the kid,” Ellie instructed.

“Yes, ma’am,” Dana obeyed, bending down to grab the pink panties and handing them to me.

“A gift to remind you of what you can’t ever have,” Ellie said pretentiously, “you will find them permeated with my unsurpassable fragrance with which you can torture yourself,” the chess game still on between us.

I put them confidently to my nose as Dana disappeared around the corner and allowed, “Hmmm, your scent is rather sweet. Enticing, even.”

“You should smell it directly from the source,” she replied, teasing.

“All in good time,” I countered, moving my own pawn.

Suddenly Mom spoke up, startling all of us with a sudden surge of determined pride after all that sheepish silence. “I know you all have plans for me but for the record, I’m not a doormat. I plan on making my own decisions.”

“Of course, Mom,” I said, feeling like her son again and not her Dom or lover.

Mom continued, “If I want to fuck my son, I will. If I want to submit to Ellie, I will. And if I want to have my pet Miranda eat me out, I will. Is that understood, all of you?”

We all nodded in agreement and Mom, taking charge asked, “Son, did you fuck Miranda’s ass when you were in the can?”

“No, Mom,” I answered.

Miranda added, sitting up a bit, showing a little stain on her chair. “But he did fill my cunt.”

“Good,” Mom said, glancing to a slightly surprised Ellie before turning back to a surprised me. “And as everyone here knows, I sucked you off before you came all over my face. So I think it’s time for you to hit the trifecta of the mile-high club, don’t you?”

Mom grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bathroom yet again as I agreed, “Whatever you say, Mom.”