Unspoken Pleasure

I watched as I got a blow job like none I’d ever seen, as both women moved up and down my cock in tandem. It was sexy, and different, but after a couple of minutes of teasing I wanted to fuck one of them. I still had Ellie’s ass to break, but now didn’t seem to be the time. Instead, I ordered, “Both of you, get out of your skirts and onto all fours.”

Mom quickly stood up, like a bitch in heat, and pulled off her skirt.

Ellie meanwhile gave me her trademark you-can’t-be-serious look before she stood up and slowly obeyed my order. I wasn’t going to push her at the moment, reckoning that so long as she was obeying I was winning.

Soon they were side by side, their great tight asses staring back at me as I climbed out of my jeans.

I moved behind Mom and slid my cock in her wet pussy and she moaned, “Yes, baby, fill Mommy’s cunt.”

Ellie reached over, turned Mom’s head and they began kissing, Ellie trying to make sure she too was somewhat controlling of the threesome.

I fucked Mom for a bit before pulling out and putting my hands on Ellie’s waist.

She broke the kiss with Mom and insisted, “Only my cunt.”

I considered pointing out she had declared all three of her holes were mine back in Vegas, but again decided her ass could be saved for another day. I slammed my cock into her and unlike Mom, who I’d slowly fucked, I pounded Ellie.

Mom whined, “Why didn’t you fuck me like that?”

I laughed, “I’m just getting started.”

“You’d better be, young man,” Mom said, getting all mother-in-charge on me.

I pounded Ellie hard until her moans began and then pulled out and slammed into Mom. I went back and forth between the two women for a few minutes until I could feel I was close. I ordered, “Back on your knees, my two cum sluts.”

Mom, as usual, quickly got into position knowing a facial was coming, while Ellie slowly did the same, and with the same smug look she loved to give me.

When both were kneeling in front of me, I furiously pumped my cock, directing it at Mom until, at the very last moment, I turned and exploded my first load directly onto Ellie’s surprised face. I continued coating her face, loving the power I had over her in that moment.

“Fucker,” Ellie playfully called me as I finished spraying her face.

Mom agreed, “Yes fucker, what about me?”

“Share away,” I smiled, and watched as Mom retrieved my cum from Ellie’s face. She kissed Ellie’s cheek, chin, lips, forehead, ever so slowly cleaning her face.

I watched as the two kissed until Ellie ordered, “Come finish what your son couldn’t, my pet.”

I watched Mom move between Ellie’s legs and bury her face in her cunt. I smiled at my new, kind of step-mom, and she smirked at me, still trying to show her own power even though I could still see some of my cum remaining on her face. I decided then and there that I needed to take control of this situation with her once and for all. I would Domme her completely and make her my submissive, permanently clarifying the power hierarchy.

But not right now. I watched for a couple more minutes before heading out to pick up Miranda after her shift.

…..

A couple days later, I decided to confront Ellie face to face, away from Mom… at Ellie’s school, my alma mater.

I sauntered in a couple of minutes after the last bell rang and saw her stretching up to hang a poster on a wall, her perfect ass staring at me as if calling my name. “Hi, Ms. Weatherton,” I greeted.

I startled her and she dropped her stapler. “What are you doing here?” she asked with disdain.

“Listening to Mom,” I said softly, “trying to make sure you and I can get along.”

“Is that so?” she questioned, looking at me with suspicion.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes,” I nodded, “there needs to be a clear understanding of the hierarchy.”

“Excuse me?” she questioned.

“There can’t be two dominants,” I replied, walking towards her.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she nodded, not backing down.

“Let’s stop playing games, Ellie,” I continued.

“Again, I couldn’t agree more,” she replied, as I now stood right in front of her.

I asked, “If my mother had to choose between you and me, who do you think she would choose?”

This question froze her in place. She hesitated a second before responding, “You wouldn’t make her choose after all this.”

“I didn’t say I would,” I pointed out, “I know she’s happier with you than she’d be without you; I’m simply asking you a question.”

“So what’s your point?” she asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked.

“If it were, I wouldn’t be asking the fucking question,” she countered, clearly annoyed that I obviously had the advantage.

“I want you to be my slut without all this pretentious crap that goes along with it,” I answered.

“You’ve already had me,” she countered, although her expression showed she wasn’t thrilled by that, even though I knew she loved it deep down.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love my cock, you can’t fake those orgasms,” I accused.

“I’ve had worse,” she shrugged.