Unspoken Pleasure

Once my last spray hit her chin, she leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth. I couldn’t believe how insatiable a slut the married hot teacher was. I asked a moment later, “Am I your first student?”

Mrs. Cameron answered, “First male student.”

“Delicious,” I smiled. “Any girls I know?”

“Pamela is one,” Ellie spoke for her slut, clearly enjoying this revelation.

“My Pamela?” I asked.

“The one and only,” Ellie smiled.

I looked down at Mrs. Cameron, “Is that true?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Cameron nodded, again looking guilty and ashamed.

“Since when?” I asked.

“A few weeks before graduation,” she answered.

“No way,” I gasped, as if I had been punched in the stomach.

Ellie quipped, “Even I didn’t know that, but I thought it was poetic justice.”

“What? That my ex eats cunt?” I asked, wondering if that was part of the reason she would break up with me months later. “I think I’ve moved on.”

Ellie’s smirk disappeared, realizing her attempt at hurting me had backfired.

I added, “Explains why she can’t suck cock.”

Mrs. Cameron quipped, “She’s not much of a cunt licker, either. I hardly ever use her.”

I laughed, even as tat implied Pam still did lick her, “This is surreal.”

I got dressed as Mrs. Cameron again returned to between Ellie’s legs.

Ellie moaned as my ex-teacher’s tongue went back to work. She said, “I hope you enjoyed your gift.”

“It was a great way to delay the inevitable,” I confidently replied, “but your ass is still destined to be mine.”

“Keep dreaming,” she responded, still clinging to the last shreds of her integrity.

“Soon I’ll be ass reaming,” I quipped back, before I said to Mrs. Cameron, “I’ll be seeing you again, Mrs. Cameron.”

“I hope so,” she answered from between Ellie’s legs.

“Be sure to text me your number when your done with my slut’s cunt,” I ordered.

“Will do,” Mrs. Cameron agreed, as Ellie glared at me, as I had turned her generous gift into a new power struggle.

“Get out,” Ellie ordered.

“Yeah, I have another woman to please,” I said, making it obviously it was my mom, her wife, as I left the two alone and headed home to see Mom and Nana.

…..

With Nana staying with us for a week I wasn’t sure how I was going to get to fuck Mom. That said, I wondered if maybe that wasn’t a good thing as we all had life-altering changes occurring in the near future.

It’s strange, though. As I stared at Nana, in her usual dress and pantyhose, I couldn’t stop thinking of fucking her. I’d never really looked at her that way before, but now that I had fucked Mom, every woman was a potential addition to my conquests… and if Mom had been game, maybe Nana would be too. Like daughter, like mother? Maybe the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree.

Mom noticed my ogling and she whispered, her tone scolding even as she smiled, “Don’t even think about it, she’s your Nana.”

I smiled back, not willing to dismiss the idea, “And you’re my Mother. Plus it’s interesting that the first thing that popped into your head was something you didn’t even say, but we both know what it is. Do you want to have your mom as your pet?”

She shook her head with just the slightest smile and returned to making dinner.

Nana asked a moment later, “Anything new?”

Well, I’m fucking your daughter in all three holes and I’m married to a woman twice my age, I thought of saying, but instead I answered, “Same old, same old.”

“How’s college?” She asked.

“Pretentious profs, overpriced textbooks and ridiculously long exams,” I answered, frustrated that college was even worse than high school. The work wasn’t harder, but the so-called academic elite treated us in our first years like we were the scum of the earth.

“Sounds like nothing ever changes,” Nana said back. After a couple more minutes of school chat she asked about my love life. “Any ladies in the picture?”

“A few,” I answered evasively, giving Mom a sly smile.

“Really?” Nana asked, “I hope you’re not toying with their feelings.”

I shrugged, “No, no, they all know about each other.”

Mom chirped in, “Curtis, I think you’re traumatizing your Nana.”

Nana laughed, “At least he has options. I can’t remember the last time I even went on a date.”

I, seeing the smallest glimmer of an opportunity to perhaps add Nana to my collection of sexy sluts, complimented, “Nana, you’re still a very beautiful woman.”

Nana laughed, “I’m almost three times your age.”

I don’t know why I said it, but my suave seductive persona wouldn’t stay quelled inside me, “And all the finest wines are best when they’ve aged.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Mom gasped, “Curtis!”

But Nana ate it up. “I can see why you have more than one girlfriend!”

“I’m just speaking the truth, Nana, you’re still a looker,” I complimented, before adding, “and your legs are in amazing shape, I love them in those nylons.”

Mom gave me a glare.

Nana looked down and nodded, “I’ve always told your mother than nylons are one of a woman’s greatest accessories.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I nodded, before admitting, “nylons are always the first thing I notice on a hot woman.”

“You, young man, are shameless just like your late Papa,” Nana nodded her head, a fond memory crossing her face.

Mom announced, “Dinner is ready.”

That night, with Nana asleep, as I finished studying for a final I texted Mom:

Come and get a good night snack.

A minute later my bedroom door opened and Mom crept in.

She whispered, “We can’t be doing this.”

I ignored her protests as I stood up and pulled off my boxers. “What do you think the odds are of Nana taking this between her lips?”

“Curtis!” she rebuked, exasperated, even as she walked over to me and dropped to her knees, unable to resist my cock even with her mother right downstairs.

“I’m serious,” I continued, “Did you see the look of longing in her eyes?”

“Sure, for love and sex,” Mom nodded, as she took my cock in her hand, “but not for her grandson’s cock.”

“You sure?” I asked, “they often say like mother, like daughter. Maybe the reverse works, too.”

“I can’t fathom that ever happening,” Mom said before taking my cock in her mouth.

I asked, after a couple minutes of rather eager cock sucking, “Would you like your own pet Mommy? I love having mine.”

Mom froze, her mouth full of my dick.

I repeated the question, as I pulled my cock out of her mouth, “Mom, you’re far from a prude: in Las Vegas you paraded around with your son’s cum on your face for everyone to see. You even told that couple in the elevator it was your son’s load just to shock them. So tell me, dearest Mommy-slut: would you like your own pet Mommy?”