Mart 21, 2021

What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Vegas

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What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Vegas

Summary: Mom, son, girlfriend and busty seductress get nasty in Vegas.

Note 1: This is part five of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than simply an incest story). I highly recommend you read the first four parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information…but here is a very brief primer of the series so far:

In WHAT MOM DOESN’T KNOW WILL FUCK HER 18-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party dressed in a costume designed for his absent father and ends up fucking his beautiful mother.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER AGAIN Curtis ends up in an amazing threesome with his mother and his fantasy girl the semi-celebrity weather girl Miranda Collington.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER ASS Curtis begins dating the much older, but sexually exotic Miranda while also continuing to fuck his Mother; and as the title suggests Curtis gets his mother’s ass during a legendary evening where he fulfills the Tri-fecta coming in his Mother’s mouth, pussy and ass.

In WHAT MOM KNOWS FUCKS HER IN THE AIR Curtis joins the Mile High Club during an epic first class flight to Vegas with both his Mom, his celebrity girlfriend Miranda, Mom’s friend and ex-Mistress Ellie and a very submissive stewardess.

What Mom Knows Fucks Her In Vegas

It wasn’t until all four of us were waiting for a taxi to take us to our hotel that the conversation, and power struggle, started again.

Ellie said, trying to set the tone for the crazy weekend, “I just thought I was going to a wedding.”

“And?” Miranda asked, confused by Ellie’s point.

“Well, I packed for a wedding, not for a weekend with a submissive,” Ellie smiled, looking directly at my mother, whose face went flush. Ellie added, never taking her eyes off my submissive mother, “It’s just if I would have known I would have brought my toys.”

“Like what?” Miranda asked.

” Ben Wa balls, Alexis used to love those things in her cunt, handcuffs for discipline, Alexis is in desperate need to be put back in her proper place having strayed for so long, and strap-ons for some good old fashioned fucking,” Ellie listed.

Miranda offered, “Well they say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas and I am sure you can find all those and more, but first how do you plan to seduce Brittany?”

I smiled at how a submissive adorable sexpot like Miranda, who obeys my every wish, could be so controlling to a Domme like Ellie. Miranda made it clear that Ellie couldn’t have my mother as her submissive until she completed the task Miranda wanted done…seduce her ex-boyfriends’ fiancé the day before the wedding.

Ellie smiled, breaking eye contact with my mom and looking at Miranda, a silent look that spoke volumes, and then said, “That will have to wait till tomorrow.”

The taxi arrived before anything else could be discussed, or promised, and we each sat quietly on the short ride to the heart of sin city, rather ironic considering just how much we were all planning to sin.


Once inside the hotel, a glorious example of over the top decadence, Miranda, whispered to my mom, “Back to the scene of the crime Alexis.”

Mom’s face seemed to be constantly flushed as her cheeks again went rose red. She smiled, “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Remember what?” Ellie asked, joining the conversation.

Mom stammered, “N-n-nothing.”

Miranda answered, a challenging smile across her face, “This is the hotel were Alexis and I first played.”

“Really, is that so?” Ellie asked, her voice curious, yet giving a look of disapproval to my mom.

Miranda, always one for shock value, added, “Yes, a couple bottles of wine, a porn movie on the TV and the wine bottles suddenly had other uses didn’t they Alexis?”

My naughty mind automatically imagined my mom and my girlfriend fucking each other with wine bottles.

Mom again blushed. “You make it sound so dirty.”

Miranda said, “Well you did fuck me with a wine bottle and then rode my face to orgasm if I recall correctly.”

I gasped.

Mom gasped too. “Miranda not here.”

Ellie added, “Wine bottle hey Miranda. Good to know.”

Miranda shrugged, turned to me, and said, “That was the night that your mother became my Mistress.”

Ellie shook her head. “I can’t fucking believe you didn’t come to me, Alexis.”

Mom apologized, “It wasn’t planned Mistr….” Mom suddenly froze when she realized what she almost said.

“Go ahead, Alexis, say the words your body and mind are dying to say,” Ellie ordered, moving closer to her.

I grabbed Mom’s hand and pulled her away towards the front entrance.

Ellie called out, “It’s only a matter of time, Alexis, it’s only a matter of time.”

Mom was shivering when we got outside. “I won’t last the weekend, Curtis. Now that she knows the possibility exists she will be relentless.”

“Do you want to submit to her, Mom?” I asked, trying to be caring under the bizarre circumstances.

“Yes! No! I don’t know,” she answered frustrated.

“Tell me about Cancun,” I instructed.

“It was a crazy night,” mom said, shaking her head even as her eyes lit up at the memory.

“That good?” I questioned.

“Depends how you look at it,” Mom shrugged.

“Tell me,” I ordered.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Mom said, grabbing my hand as if we were a May-December couple, which in Vegas was not that out of the ordinary.

“The first night in Cancun I met a guy at the bar and ended up back at his hotel where we had sex. It was my first time with a guy since I had submitted to Ellie and when I returned to the hotel the next morning Ellie was furious. She ranted: ‘This trip was about you and me Alexis, not about you being a fucking skank.’

I apologized profusely, literally feeling overwhelming guilt, as if I had cheated on her. The look of disappointment on her face only enhanced my guilt and made me willing to do anything to make her happy.

I remember her saying, ‘You need to be punished don’t you, my pet.’

I eagerly agreed happy just to see her look of anger fade.

‘You will obey without question or hesitation this evening?’ she asked, although the question was really rhetorical. She was not asking, she was telling.

I agreed without consideration of the consequences, just desperate to make her happy.

‘Good, now go get some sleep, tonight is going to be a very long night for you,’ she said, her tone hinting at something extreme.

That night she dressed me up in a bright pink dress that made me look like a real life Barbie, sans any underwear at all, and took me to a club. She briefly talked to a large bouncer who nodded and she led me to the back of the bar and into a small room. I knew in seconds I was in a gloryhole. I looked at Ellie with pleading eyes and she said, ‘You wanted cock, tonight you are going to get a whole night of cock.’

A cock popped through the hole and Ellie ordered, ‘Get sucking, Alexis. By the time you leave here tonight you are going to never want cock again.’ I realized she was going to use a tough love tactic, like what my dad did to my younger sister when he busted her for smoking and made her smoke a whole pack of cigarettes one right after the other, until she had smoked the whole pack. She was trying to condition me to be a lesbian through extreme discipline. Yet, my need to make Ellie happy at all costs, to obey her unconditionally, had me sitting on a wooden stool and after one last pleading look to Ellie, which got me no sympathy just a nod to get sucking, I opened my mouth and took the stranger’s cock in my mouth.

As I bobbed back and forth on the first of many cocks that night, Ellie moved beside me and whispered, ‘Good girl.’ The condescending words should have been humiliating, and they were, yet the need of her approval and praise made me more eager to obey her every whim.

I don’t know how many cocks I sucked that night, at least thirty, and I swallowed every load before Ellie finally asked, ‘Have you learned your lesson, my pet?’

I remember my answer clearly, ‘Yes, Mistress, I will always obey you’.”

“Wow,” was all I could muster, even as my well used cock called for attention again.

Mom finished by saying, “it was a promise I kept until I met your dad and realized I had to quit her cold turkey if I was ever going to have a normal life, a normal family, which of course seems pretty ironic now.”

“I suppose so, we are anything but normal,” I laughed softly.

“If that isn’t the truth,” Mom smiled and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, Mom added, “I should also mention that your cum is still leaking out of my ass.”

I shrugged, thinking of pounding her ass in the airplane bathroom a couple of hours ago, “Well if you wore panties.”

“Fucker,” she said, playfully.

“Mother-fucker,” I corrected.

“Yes,” she smiled, “you are one dirty Mother-fucker.”

“Fuck Mom, you have me hard again,” I pointed out, literally pointing out.

She squeezed me quickly and said, “Maybe we should return to the madness.”

“Can you resist, Ellie?” I asked.

“For a little while,” she said, although the look on her face told me she wasn’t convinced.

“Let’s play it by ear, Mom,” I said, squeezing her hand.

“Ok,” she agreed.

“Ellie will be busy tomorrow with her task,” I reminded her.

“Which she will achieve no doubt,” Mom predicted.

“Is she that good?” I asked, our hotel now in sight.

“She doesn’t take no for an answer,” Mom replied.

“But you resisted her,” I pointed out, trying to build her resilience towards the powerful temptress.

“It was because of you,” Mom said, adding, “I wanted a child.”

“Well, I thank you profusely for that decision,” I laughed.

“Well, you have been thanking me rather thoroughly lately,” she teased.

Reaching the hotel, I said, “Welcome to the jungle.”

Mom quoted Guns and Roses, which only convinced me one more time how cool she was, “We’ve got fun and games.”

“You are perfect Mom,” I complimented, meaning it.

“You are not too bad yourself,” Mom smiled.

I texted Miranda and learned our room was on the top floor…the penthouse. As usual, I was in awe of my life. We went to the elevator and as soon as the door closed, Mom and I were kissing like two horny teenagers.

Once we reached our destination, Mom broke our kiss and said, her face flushed with a hunger I had only seen in her eyes a couple of times, “Promise me you will fuck me tonight.”

“That is a promise I think I can keep Mom,” I replied.

“Fuck, I want you in me now,” she said.

My phone buzzed just as we got out of the elevator and Miranda said she had left us a card-key at the front desk and that Miranda and Ellie were in the bar having a drink. “The key is at the front desk.”

“Well, that figures,” Mom replied.

The elevator doors began to close and I hit the open button. “Thinking of submitting to Ellie has you on the brink, doesn’t it?” I asked.

“Just thinking about submitting to her has my cunt leaking,” Mom admitted.

I pulled her back into the elevator and waited until the doors closed, took off my shirt and quickly tossed it onto the camera above and hit stop on the elevator. The elevator came to an abrupt stop.

Mom smiled playfully, “You naughty boy.”

Not wasting time, knowing we probably had only a couple of minutes, I ordered, “Get my cock out slut.”

She obeyed, correcting me, “Mommy-slut.”

My finger still on the stop button, I watched her eagerly take my cock in her mouth, which had last been in her ass in the plane, and bob up and down like a porn star.

After a few seconds, I ordered, “Bend over and fuck yourself.”

She quickly obeyed, using the handrails for stability, lifted her dress over her ass, and backed up on my erect missile. Watching my cock slowly disappear into her was enthralling, as it always was. Soon she had all my cock in her already wet cunt and was bouncing back on me.

Her moans echoed in the small space, “Oh God baby, your cock feels so good in Mommy’s cunt.”

“Tell me who owns you,” I grunted, her hard thrusts bringing me great pleasure as I seemed to go deeper into her than I ever had before.

“You do, baby, you own Mommy,” she moaned, her breathing already erratic.

“And you will never disobey me?” I questioned.

“Neeeeever, baby, I will always be a good Mommy,” she whimpered, clearly loving the deepness my cock was reaching.

The intercom came on and a man asked, “Is there anyone in there? If so, Press the blue intercom button to speak.”

“We don’t have much time, Mommy-slut,” I said, “Come for your son. Come for your owner. Come for your Master.”

That was all it took as my Mom screamed, “Oh fuuuuuuck, yes Curtis, be my Master, use me whenever and wherever you wiiiiish.”

I could feel her cum coat my cock and I pulled out and began stroking my cock. “On your knees, Mommy.”

She quickly fell to her knees, rubbing her clit with her left hand as she opened her mouth and begged, “Come on Mommy, Master. Mark me as yours. Shoot your white goo all over Mommy’s face.”

“Then we will take the elevator back to the main floor, you will walk to the front desk and get the room-key Miranda left for us with my cum all over your face,” I said.

“Oh God, you dirty fucker. You want to humiliate Mommy?” she asked.

“Will you obey?” I questioned, my balls about to burst.

“Yes, Master,” she agreed, just as the first steam of cum hit her on the forehead. A second followed between her eyes and hit her nose, while a third hit her lips and chin. The sight of my cum on her face was so hot I wished I had more to give.

I let go of the elevator stop button pendik escort and hit the lobby button.

Standing up, her face coated with cum, her legs still twitching from her orgasm, she said, “You are turning into one kinky little bastard.”

“And you love it,” I teased, as the elevator slowed to a stop at the eleventh floor.

I reached for my shirt and quickly pulled it on, just before the door opened.

A young couple got on the elevator and both couldn’t help but notice Mom’s cum coated face.

Both were clearly surprised, but following proper elevator etiquette, they looked away and didn’t say anything.

As the elevator started to move, mom turned to the red-faced brunette and asked, “Where you two from?”

The girl stammered, “T-T-Texas.”

“On your honeymoon?” Mom asked, acting as if she didn’t have a full facial of cum.

“No, we are just dating,” the clearly uncomfortable girl answered.

The guy looked at me and I shrugged as if saying ‘what you gonna do?’

Mom asked the girl, “Do I have any in my hair?”

“Pardon?” the girl asked, shocked by the question.

The elevator was just reaching the lobby when Mom said something even I couldn’t believe, “Do I have any of my son’s cum in my hair?”

Both the guy and the girl’s mouths dropped open at the ludicrous claim.

The elevator door opened and Mom said, “I’ll be right back, son.”

“Hurry back, slut,” I ordered, finally speaking.

Both looked at me as Mom walked out of the elevator and into the rather full lobby.

The girl asked, “She is not really your Mom?”

“No,” I lied, “She just likes the shock value. She is actually my English teacher.”

“Well done, dude,” the guy said, clearly impressed.

His girlfriend glared at him and they left, the guy clearly looking for my cum-faced mother.

Mom was in line, behind a couple of other guests checking in, acting oblivious to the fact that she was a sticky mess and that people were staring at her.

I watched amused and with a sense of power at mom obeying such an extreme order. She turned to me and winked, surprisingly not embarrassed by the stares.

When it was her turn, she talked to the desk clerk who did a double take but after listening to whatever mom said, checked her identification and handed her a room-key. Mom walked over to me and handed me the key before saying, “Miranda texted me to go meet the girls for a drink.”

“Ok,” I said, wishing the drinking age was eighteen, not the ridiculously conservative twenty-one.

“It is girl time,” mom smiled kissing me on the lips.

“That worries me,” I admitted.

“Me too,” she shrugged, “but I will have Miranda there to protect me.”

“Have fun,” I smiled.

“I can’t imagine it will be as much fun as I just had,” Mom smiled.

“I hope not,” I chuckled back.

Another kiss and she was gone. I went up the elevator and into the room, which is not the correct description. It was massive. I spent the next twenty minutes looking around, before going and taking a much needed shower.

When I got out I could hear the three of them laughing and I walked out of the bathroom wearing only my towel.

“Speaking of the boy toy,” Ellie said, but her tone implied she was not saying it as a form of flattery.

“Ladies,” I said, trying to be suave.

“Go get dressed, sexy, we are going out for supper and a show,” Miranda said.

I asked. “And which room is mine?”

“Our room is the first on the left,” Miranda said.

“Cool,” I said casually. I left the ladies and got dressed.

Strangely, the rest of the evening went along completely uneventful. I learned later that apparently while at their brief girls’ only time they agreed there would be no sexual conversation, flirting, word play for the remainder of the evening. In some ways this was good news as I was a bit worn out by the excessive sexual tension between Ellie and Mom that had her rather stressed.

Supper was amazing, the show, a Cirque de Soleil was stupendous and a late night walk in the lights was the coolest thing ever. By the time we got back to our penthouse room we were all wiped and we all crashed rather quickly.

Miranda and I got a room together, while both mom and Ellie had separate rooms, although apparently Ellie stressed they would be sharing one room before the weekend was over.


The next morning started amazing as I was woken up the best way possible, with a blowjob. Opening my eyes, Miranda was slowly bobbing up and down leisurely on my cock.

Seeing me wake up, she smiled, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning, beautiful,” I replied.

“I bet you say that to all the girls who wake you up this way,” she teased, returning to my cock.

“Now that you mention it, that is true,” I agreed, thinking of the few times mom had woken me up the same way.

“You male slut,” she joked, briefly taking my cock out of her mouth.

“There are worse things to be called,” I quipped.

“And the mommy facial, that was naughty,” Miranda commented, as she returned to deep throating my cock.

I moaned, “I didn’t think she would go through with it.”

Five minutes later, the conversation continued after I had shot my cum down my beautiful weather girl girlfriend. “Your mom kept the cum on her face the whole time in the bar.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised by mom’s full obedience.

“Yes, it was so fucking hot,” Miranda said, still stroking my cock.

“That it was,” I agreed.

“Your mom can be really wild and being in a city where no one knows her gives her the freedom to let loose without worry of consequences,” Miranda explained.

“Like last time you two were in Vegas for example,” I smiled.

“For example,” she agreed smiling.

Positioning myself between her legs I smiled, “I think it is time I return the favor.”

She purred, “You treat me so good, baby.”

“I bet you say that to all the eighteen year olds you bring to Vegas,” I teased.

“Every single one,” she played along as my tongue began licking. As much as I loved fucking Miranda and mom, I really loved the sweet intimacy that came from licking pussy. I love hearing their breathing slowly escalate, I love hearing their moans increase in volume because of me.

Hearing Miranda coo, “Oh Curtis, don’t stop,” and “Yes, baby, I love your tongue, baby,” and “Oh God, you are getting me so fucking wet,” only enhances my eagerness to please.

I took my time enjoying the slow build of Miranda’s orgasm. Finally, ten minutes later give or take, her moans had escalated and I knew she was near the brink of euphoria and I sucked her clit into my mouth while sliding two fingers inside her very wet pussy.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Miranda screamed, as she wrapped her legs around my head and quaked as her pussy juice flowed out of her.

I savored her sweetness as her body continued trembling because of me.

When she finally released me from her leg embrace, I moved up and kissed her tenderly.

When I broke the kiss a few seconds later she smiled, “Fuck, I taste good.”

“You won’t ever hear me complaining,” I quipped.

She leaned up and kissed me again. This time the kiss had a tenderness that I had never felt before. This wasn’t the same intense urgency it often was, nor was it full of hungry passion, but something more as if we had transcended to a different world where only we existed.

When she broke the kiss, she looked suddenly nervous and vulnerable; an insecurity I didn’t know existed in my confident, celebrity girlfriend. Our eyes locked as time stood still and for a brief moment there was only us and nothing else mattered.

Finally my dream woman said the words I would have never imagined she would be saying to me. “I love you, Curtis.”

Those three words and my name and I was speechless.

She kissed me softly, before continuing her vulnerability clearly on her sleeve, if she had been wearing clothes, “I know it sounds crazy, you are just a boy and we have not known each other long,” she continued between sweet kisses. “And I don’t expect you to say it back, but I had to let you know.”

They say when you fall in love you just know. It is like every other relationship was just a blimp on the journey to real love. I knew I lusted after Miranda, I knew I liked her a lot, but the moment I looked into her sincere eyes, past the beautiful exterior, past the sexual seductress, I saw the real Miranda…the girl behind the woman, the girl who longed for unconditional love and not the superficial surface love based on looks and sex. No, behind the tough confident exterior was a vulnerable woman wanting someone to love the real her. I knew right then, just like I know the sky is blue and the grass is green that I loved her. Not the pantyhose wearing, sex goddess that I grew up masturbating to, but the sweet, caring, sassy, warm, funny, quirky, and a million other traits is what made me fall in love. And it was at that moment as I saw deep into her soul, I took her heart and claimed it. “I love you too Miranda Collington.”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t saying it to get you to say it. I was….”

I put my finger to her lips. “Shhhh, my sweet Miranda. I wouldn’t say It if I didn’t mean it.” It was my turn to give her quick soft kisses between each reason as I spoke. “I love your loyalty.”

“I love your smile,” I continued kissing just her upper lip.

“I love your compassion,” I added, replicating the gentle kiss on her lower lip.

“I love your sarcastic wit,” I said, kissing her left cheek.

“I love the twinkle in your eye,” I complimented, kissing her other cheek.

“But most of all I love your heart, Miranda,” I finished, our eyes locked to each others. I hoped she saw the sincerity in my eyes the way I saw it in hers.

We kissed like the two lovers we were.

After a brief moment, her sweet smile curved to mischievous. Rubbing her stocking feet on me she asked “You don’t love my pantyhose legs?”

“They are all right,” I shrugged playfully.

She laughed, before adding, her shift from insecure and vulnerable to sexy and confident instant, “So I assume that the fact I am a submissive, who loves swallowing cum and takes a cock up her ass are also irrelevant?”

I shrugged, “They are awesome bonuses, as is your tight cunt, dirty mouth, and lesbian tenancies, but I have my mom for all that.”

“You fucker,” she said, hitting me playfully.

“That’s mother-fucker, to you thanks,” I quipped back, before standing up. “I really have to pee.”

I grabbed a robe and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Miranda had a robe on too and was on the phone.

When she hung up she said, “Room service will be here soon.”

“Good, I’m famished,” I said, looking at the clock. “Is it really eleven?”

“That is what the clock says,” Miranda quipped, her sarcastic wit on full display.

We left our private room and I was surprised mom wasn’t up and about yet.

A moment later, Miranda said, her tone concerned, “Oh no.”

“What?” I asked.

She handed me the note.

I read the note:

I have Alexis for the day…
Mistress Ellie

“I hope Alexis is ok,” Miranda said.

“Me too,” I replied, as I texted mom.

You ok? Where r u?

A minute later Mom texted back:

I’m fine. Ellie is determined she will have me, but also wants me looking perfect for her when she wins and I become, in her words, her forever plaything.

She has booked us full body massages, manicures, pedicures and appointments at a spa.

She said she is reinventing me…whatever that means…

I am nervous and excited…

I don’t know when we will be back.

Love Mommy

Satisfied Mom was ok, Miranda and I had breakfast and a shower together where I shot a second load of the morning in Miranda as we had a lengthy fuck session in the steamy shower.

Once dressed, Miranda and I had a great day just enjoying the sights of Vegas. We went through the hotels, had lunch at Joe’s Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab and just enjoyed being a normal couple…something we usually did not get to do. We held hands, we took photos of each other and together. It was surreal and it was easily one of the most enjoyable, pleasant days of my life. We were more than just sex partners, we were a couple. It was also fun to see all the double takes we got from the other tourists, Miranda dressed in black thigh highs, a red leather skirt with matching five inch heels and me causally in jeans and a t-shirt…an odd couple to say the least.

In the end, I was just enjoying being with Miranda and I think she felt the same way. There was no sex talk, innuendo or discussion of plans for the evening, we were just a couple enjoying Vegas like so many others.

Mom text me around 2 o’clock:

Got tickets for a show tonight. Meet you at Excalibur at 7. It is a dinner show so don’t eat before. The show is called Defending the caveman.

Kisses Mom

After a lovely day with my beautiful girlfriend that only made me love her more, I began to think about the evening.

As we walked to the Excalibur, I said to Miranda, “We don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” she asked.

“Ellie and me, Ellie and mom,” I said.

“Oh yes we do,” Miranda smirked, “I always finish what I have started.”

“That is very true,” I laughed, before saying sincerely, “It’s just, you are enough for me.”

“How sweet,” she said, stopping and kissing me. “Of course, you mean me and your mom are enough for you.”

“Well, yes, you two are a handful,” I countered.

“I hope you meant that plural,” she smiled, cupping her breasts for me.

“Indeed,” I laughed, as we reached escort pendik the hotel.

“So, the plan remains the same. We fuck Ellie,” Miranda said as if it was that simple.

“We?” I asked.

“Yes, we,” she smiled back.

How?” I asked, pretty confident that Ellie was not remotely interested in me.

“Still in the works, my dear,” Miranda said as we reached our final destination.

I looked around for mom but didn’t recognize her at first as I walked right by her. It wasn’t until she said, “Don’t you even recognize your own mother?”

We stopped and turned to see my mother had indeed had a complete makeover. Her long trademark chestnut hair had been replaced with the blondest hair I had ever seen and it had been cut in a short bob. “Mom?”

“In the flesh,” she smiled her sexy smile still very much alive.

“Wow, mom that completely changes your look,” I said, not sure I loved it, especially because I loved long hair.

“I hope you like, baby,” she purred, actually batting her eyes playfully.

“I love everything about you,” I smiled back.

Miranda said, “That is quite the outfit, Alexis.”

Mom was wearing a blood red blouse, a black leather skirt, black thigh high stockings and five inch heels.

Mom shrugged, “Ellie insisted I buy this outfit.”

“Well, it works. Where is the drama queen anyway,” I asked.

“On a recon mission for her seduction of Brittany tonight,” Mom answered.

Miranda laughed, “Recon mission?”

“Her words,” Mom shrugged, “She is taking this task and the so-called reward very seriously.”

“How are you feeling about it?” I asked.

“Well away from the real world it is much easier to just let whatever happens, happen,” Mom shrugged.

“A good philosophy,” Miranda agreed.

“Let’s go enjoy the show,” Mom suggested, taking my right arm. Miranda took my left and we entered the show as an adorable threesome.

The next couple of hours were filled with great food, a hilarious comedian and constant under the table teasing by my two beautiful companions. By the time the show was over, I thought I might burst.

Ellie texted Mom:
DO NOT COME TO BACHELORETTE PARTY!!! I will accomplish task, but can’t have Miranda show up.

Mom showed us the message and Miranda agreed to not go. We finished our drinks, well they did, I had soda and my ladies got frisky.

Miranda whispered in one ear, “I am going to devour you once we get back to the room.”

Mom whispered similar sediments in my other ear, “Mommy has naughty plans in mind for her bad son, trying to get rid of me with Ellie.”

My cock was hard and both of my horny ladies made it to my erect cock at the same time.

Both laughing, Miranda suggested, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Agreed,” Mom said, a hunger clearly in her eyes.

I teased, “Did spending the day with Ellie get Mommy horny?”

“I almost ate her at the spa,” Mom admitted, before adding, “Ellie teased me with touches, drowned me with innuendo and taunted me with things to come.”

“And?” I asked.

“And I felt like I was her college sub again,” Mom admitted.

“And?’ I pushed.

“And I fucking loved it you bastard,” Mom admitted, slapping my leg.

“Well, let’s take this conversation somewhere where we can be wearing much less clothes,” I suggested.

“This is Vegas, that could be anywhere,” Miranda quipped.

“Fine, let’s go back to the hotel and have a good, old-fashioned threesome,” I said.

“Now that is more like it,” Miranda smiled, standing up.

Fifteen minutes later we were in the bedroom and I was on my back as my Mom straddled my face, her pussy scent intoxicating me while Miranda was going to town on my cock with her sweet lips.

I savored the crazy reality I was living. I eagerly lapped Mom’s pussy while my girlfriend, Mom’s submissive, lavishly sucked my cock. None of us were in a hurry as we just enjoyed each other. Five minutes became ten before mom and I reached orgasm almost simultaneously as I shot my cum in Miranda as mom filled my mouth with hers.

Next mom and I double-teamed Miranda. We kissed and licked and nibbled her breasts for a while before we both teased her stocking-clad legs with our lips and hands. We spent an eternity lavishly worshipping Miranda’s legs until she was begging to be fucked.

“Please, eat my pussy or fuck me, this teasing is driving me fucking crazy,” Miranda moaned as she writhed on the bed.

In a great collaborative effort mom and I did both as I buried my cock into Miranda’s wanton pussy while mom simultaneously straddled Miranda’s face.. Mom then leaned down and began licking Miranda’s clit which was an added turn on.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Miranda bellowed as my cock slammed into her which after the lengthy slow burn tease such a sudden shift seemed to have her near an apocalyptic orgasm in seconds.

Mom hungrily licked and sucked on Miranda’s clit as I continued to pound my girlfriend, Mom’s submissive, hard and deep. Even after all the things I had done with my mother and Miranda this seemed oddly surreal.

It took twenty seconds, thirty at the most, before Miranda begged, her words muffled slightly by Mom’s cunt, “Harder, fuck me harder.”

I shifted from slow thrusts to hard deep penetration as each forward thrust slammed into her body.

Already near the brink from hours without an orgasm it took less than a minute of the double onslaught of my powerful thrusts and Mom’s clit licking to have Miranda explode like a balloon overfilled with air. Her juice flooded out of her, bathing my cock as Mom licked and licked.

Miranda quaked and quivered as her orgasm riddled her. I continued pounding her wet box. “Oh God, more, more, mooooooore,” she screamed.

“Eat my cunt, slut,” Mom ordered which was a major turn on for me.

My obedient girlfriend obeyed, moving her hands to Mom’s ass and pulling Mom’s cunt down to her mouth.

Minutes ticked by as I continued fucking her close to shooting my second load of the evening.

Mom close to her own orgasm, sat up and pressed her cunt onto her submissive’s face. She used my girlfriend’s face roughly as she fucked herself to orgasm.

The hot lesbian scene had my balls finally boiling as I continued fucking Miranda.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Miranda screamed as her second orgasm in moments convulsed through her.

Deciding I would give Miranda a hot double facial, I kept pumping in and out of her until Mom’s orgasm finished, before pulling out and ordering, “Move baby.”

“You dirty fucker,” Mom teased, obeying my order.

Miranda’s face was shining with pussy cum as I pumped my cock.

Mom dove back into Miranda’s wet leaking cunt and began licking the sweet pussy juice.

As Miranda opened her mouth to moan, I filled it with my cock.

Although awkward, Miranda somehow took my cock in her mouth bobbed back and forth hungrily, taking all eight inches of my cock in her mouth even as her body continued trembling from back to back orgasms.

Her mouth was a warm haven and I held back my orgasm as long as possible as I was in awe of watching both my Mom eating pussy and watching Miranda eagerly devouring my cock.

Mom’s pussy licking tongue was doing its usual magic Miranda took my cock from her mouth, and screamed, “Fuuuck, I’m coooooooooming, again.”

As a third orgasm cascaded through her, I furiously beat my cock before shooting rope after rope of white goo on the face my still orgasming girlfriend.

Miranda was surprised by the first spray as it hit her cheek, but she turned her head and opened her mouth to catch the second and third streams, a look of complete satisfaction on her face.

Mom and I collapsed on the bed as well with similar feelings of satisfaction.

I was fading into slumber when Mom’s cell rang. Mom sat up and said, “It must be Ellie.”

“Well go check,” I suggested.

Mom, naked except for her stockings, walked to her purse and grabbed her phone. She read the message briefly and said, “She did it.”

Miranda asked, “Like did it, did it?”

“So she says,” Mom nodded, her head clearly already realizing the implications of the text.

“How do we know for sure?” Miranda asked.

Mom texted back, “Miranda wants proof.”

Mom returned to the bed with her phone just as it buzzed again. Mom looked at it and as her face went red, turned her phone around to show us the video clip that confirmed the task had been accomplished.

Miranda and I were watching a brief video of Brittany on her knees in a stall licking Ellie’s pussy. We couldn’t see Ellie’s face but there was no denying the demanding words being said were hers. “Look up at me, slut. Tell me how much you love my cunt.”

I would have loved to hear Brittany’s reply but the clip ended frozen on Brittany looking up, her face shiny with pussy juice, seemingly staring right at us.

“Fucking delicious,” Miranda said, giddy with excitement at getting back at her ex Mark.

“Now what?” I asked Miranda.

Mom said, her tone showing not fear, but acceptance, “Well, there is no doubt that Ellie will be expecting me to submit to her unconditionally when we next meet.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, not wanting Mom to do anything she didn’t want to, instantly feeling guilty at Miranda and I using Mom as leverage in our twisted game to get Ellie to fuck me.

“Ooooooooh, yes I do,” she said, her eyes showing a sparkle.

Miranda asked, “You want to, don’t you?”

“Desperately,” Mom answered. “I have always wanted to submit to her again. It has taken every ounce of courage I had in me to resist the temptation to submit again, but now that you are an adult Curtis, I think it is time to do more than just submit to Ellie.”

I realized what she was about to say and yet couldn’t quite get my head around it, even though it made perfect sense.

“I’m sorry Curtis, but I don’t love your father, I love Ellie, I have always loved Ellie,” Mom said, tears beginning to stream down her face.

I put my hand on my mom’s arm, and said warmly, “It’s ok, Mom.”

Silence lingered as this new revelation hung in the air. Finally, Mom spoke, her devilish side clearly back having rather quickly come to grips with her decision, “Of course, I will only submit to Ellie after she submits to you.”

“You don’t have to Mom,” I said.

“Yes, I do,” Mom smiled, kissing me, “I will only submit to her if she accepts our relationship.”

Miranda smiled, “Delicious.”

“Indeed, delicious,” I concurred.

Mom yawned. “I have a hunch tomorrow is going to be a long eventful day.”

Yawning is contagious and I yawned too. “I love you Mom.”

“I love you too,” she smiled back.

“And what about me,” Miranda asked, playfully.

I turned to her, “You are not so bad yourself.”

“Bastard,” she said, hitting me playfully.

Mom said, “Hard to believe I got you two together on a whim.”

I smiled, “I love both of you.”

Both women laid their heads on my shoulders and in minutes we were all asleep.


The next morning, I was surprised to wake up the old fashioned way…on my own. Both my lovely ladies were gone and I glanced at the clock it was almost ten.

I grabbed a robe and went to find my lovely submissives. Both my mom and Miranda were having breakfast on the balcony and were already dressed in their lovely dresses for the day.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Mom joked.

“You need to go clean yourself up,” Miranda added.

Mom added, “Ellie just called. She wants us at the church early, she has a surprise for us.”

A ton of ideas popped into my head as I nodded and headed to the shower.

Thirty minutes later, I was showered, shaved and suited up and a limousine was waiting for us downstairs. The three of us were mostly silent as we pondered the day ahead as Mom was closer to her moment of submission to Ellie. Ellie was unknowingly going to submit to me and Miranda was going to revel in the glory of knowing she had humiliated her ex one last time.

We arrived at the church an hour early and met Ellie at the back door. Ellie who had never looked better in a dark green dress smiled and said, “Good to see you my pet.”

“You too, Mistress,” Mom replied without hesitation.

“Follow me,” Ellie said as the three of us followed her into the church and into the dressing room of the bride-to-be.

Standing in her wedding dress was a clearly embarrassed Brittany.

“On your knees,” Ellie ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Brittany obeyed trembling and refusing to make eye contact with any of us.

“Fucking awesome,” Miranda said.

“Miranda I thought it would be fun to have her have your pussy juice on her lips as she walked down the aisle and kisses her husband for the first time,” Ellie explained.

“Brilliant,” Miranda said, “that is even more devious than I could have come up with.”

“Why thank you,” Ellie replied, clearly glowing in her latest conquest.

Miranda added, “Actually, I think I can raise the humiliation.”

“Go on,” Ellie said.

“Let’s have Curtis fuck her and then she can walk down the aisle with cum leaking out of her cunt,” Miranda suggested.

“Or ass,” Mom suggested.

“Please no,” Brittany gasped as we talked about her as if she wasn’t there.

“Do you want that video going viral, slut?” Ellie hissed her tone clearly don’t-you-dare-fuck-with-me.

“S-s-sorry, Mistress,” Brittany stammered, clearly petrified by Ellie’s threat.

“Pussy or ass, pussy or ass?” Ellie asked all sing-song.

Miranda hiked up her dress, sat down on a couch and spread her legs, “Crawl to me, bride slut.”

Brittany’s face was burning beet red with a mixture of humiliation and anger as she slowly obeyed the order, crawling awkwardly pendik escort bayan in her long dress.

Reaching Miranda’s feet, Miranda slipped out of her heels and put her stocking-clad foot in Brittany’s mouth. Brittany tentatively sucked on Miranda’s toes as Ellie turned to Mom, “So now to collect my prize.”

Mom blushed, but said, “Not so fast, Ellie.”

“Not playing hard to submit, are we?” Ellie asked.

“No, but I need to make something clear,” Mom said, sounding much stronger than I knew she really was.

“You do, do you?” Ellie said, trying to keep control of the situation.

“Yes…I…do,” Mom replied, stressing each word, controlling the inner turmoil she was feeling.

“Well, I am all ears,” Ellie replied, clearly curious.

“I am ready to leave Ted and move in with you, Mistress,” Mom began.

Even Ellie was surprised by this news. She stammered, “Y-y-you are, y-y-you do.”

“Yes, I have always loved you Ellie,” Mom admitted moving to Ellie.

Ellie was flushed now. “I can’t believe it.”

Mom kissed Ellie tenderly, my own cock begging for attention.

Breaking the intimate moment, Miranda ordered, “Beg to eat my pussy, Brittany,”

“Oh please don’t make me do this,” Brittany pleaded.

Ellie said, “Ass it is since you don’t seem to be able to listen well. Curtis, go fuck the bride-to-be.”

Horny as hell, but also intrigued by the conversation between Mom and Ellie, I was torn.

Brittany begged Miranda, “Can I please lick your pussy Miranda.”

“On your wedding day?” Miranda questioned.

“Yes,” Brittany admitted, her face red with shame.

“Lick away slut,” Miranda ordered.

Brittany leaned forward and began licking her husband-to-be’s ex-girlfriend’s pussy.

“Go fuck her,” Ellie ordered.

Mom surprised Ellie, “But fuck Ellie first.”

“Pardon me?” Ellie asked.

Mom was firm as she said, “I will submit to you unconditionally, divorce Ted and move in with you, but you must understand that I love my son, Curtis and I are a package deal.”

“There was never any mention of any conditions, to you submitting to me, you’re my bitch now is that clear?” Ellie threatened.

Mom stood her ground, “will either you accept Curtis, or you go home empty handed.”

“Why you bitch” Ellie stammered, glaring at my mother and then to me. Time seemed to stand still before she turned back to Mom, her tone clearly annoyed but not angry anymore. “Is that the only condition?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mom replied, shifting instantly from firm and strong to submissive.

“Dammit,” Ellie cursed, turning again to me, “Well played.”

Miranda moaned, “You eat pussy a lot better than your useless groom.”

“You better be as good as Mom and Miranda imply you are stud,” Ellie said, challenging me.

“You better be as good as you imply you are,” I retorted, playing her game.

I moved towards her and ordered, “On your knees, Ellie.”

Ellie smirked walking over to me, “I am no submissive Curtis.”

Reaching me she quickly unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down before pushing me onto the couch, right beside Miranda. Lifting up her dress, she straddled me and slowly lowered her pussy on my erect cock.

“Shiiiit,” I moaned, as her warmth engulfed my cock.

“Your Mom is right Curtis, you have a damn nice cock,” Ellie smiled, as she began riding me, her big breasts bouncing up and down. I wanted to cup them in my hands, to suck on her erect nipples, but her dress rejected me.

As she rode my cock, she somehow tightened her cunt around my cock creating a new sensation I had never experienced before.

Noticing the impact her cunt was having on me, she asked, “You like that don’t you, big boy.”

“Fuck, you are tight,” I grunted.

“Tighter than your slut mother?” Ellie asked, grinding her body so perfectly on my cock.

I admitted, “Fuuuck, yes.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she purred, leaning her tits into my face, only enhancing my frustration that I could not put them in my mouth.

Ellie increased her riding of my cock and soon I was groaning a warning, “I’m going to come soon.”

Somehow her pussy grip on my cock got even tighter as she continued riding my cock, her tits bouncing in my face and a few seconds later her pussy was milking my cock as I sprayed my hot seed inside my fantasy teacher.

“Hmmmmm,” she moaned smiling, sensing that she clearly was in control of the situation.

She got off me, walked over to my Mom and ordered, “On your knees.”

I watched as Mom instantly dropped to her knees.

“Want to taste my pussy filled with your son’s cum?” Ellie asked.

Mom admitted, clearly hungry as hell, “God, yes.”

“Lick away, slut, return to your proper place between your Mistress’s legs,” Ellie ordered, a glow on her face that showed just how happy she was with finally getting my mother back between her legs.

I watched as Mom leaned forward and licked my cum from the still standing Ellie.

I was torn away from one lesbian scene to another as Miranda screamed, “Fuuuuuuck, I’m coming you little sluuuuuuuuut.”

I turned to watch Miranda pull Brittany’s face deep into her flooding cunt, covering the bride-to-be’s face with an excessive amount of pussy juice. Miranda attempting to humiliate Brittany as much as possible began moving her hips up and down, literally washing Brittany’s face with her cum juice.

Thankfully, I was eighteen and my just fucked cock was already ready for round two. I stood up and lifted up the white bridal dress to see that the slutty little bride was sans panties and was, wearing a white garter-belt and stockings.

Brittany tightened her ass cheeks as I moved behind her.

Miranda ordered, letting go of Brittany’s face, “I would relax if I were you. Curtis’s cock is substantially bigger than that piece of shit you are about to marry.”

Brittany looked back, her make-up a mess and her face shiny. “Please fuck my cunt.”

“As you wish,” I obliged, sliding easily into her surprising drenched cunt. “Holy shit her cunt is soaked, Miranda.”

“Is that so?” Miranda asked. “Did licking your husband-to-be’s ex-girlfriend’s cunt get you off Brittany?”

“Y-y-yes,” she stammered, ashamed and already moaning as I slammed into her from behind.

“You know you are fucking yet another of my boyfriends,” Miranda pointed out.

“S-s-sorry,” she whimpered, as my cock filled her completely.

“It’s ok,” Miranda shrugged, “I’m sure Curtis won’t mind fucking you anytime you want a real cock.”

“T-t-thank you, Mistress,” Brittany replied, which surprised both of us.

Ellie explained, “She is my gift to you since you are returning my slut to me.”

“Isn’t that thoughtful?” Miranda smiled as she turned to watch her Mistress licking pussy.

“I thought so,” Ellie smiled.

“Oh fuck harder, fuck me harder,” Brittany screamed, forgetting she was in a church.

Deciding to add to her humiliation and wanting to get off by fucking her ass, I slid out and without warning plunged my cock into her ridiculously tight ass.

“Holy shit, fuuuuuck, noooooo,” Brittany whined, as she took all eight inches of my manhood in her backdoor.

“I want you to come from my cock in your ass, slut,” I ordered, trying to impress Ellie with my own dominant authority.

“Kkkkkkk,” Brittany whimpered, as her left hand moved to her pussy and she began frantically rubbing herself.

“Aaaaaaah,” Ellie moaned, as her long held back orgasm exploded out of her and onto her reclaimed submissive, my mom.

I watched the lesbian act in awe all the while continuing to sodomize my girlfriend’s ex’s fiancé. It was another new high during my past few weeks of high after high.

“Come in her ass, baby,” Miranda purred.

“I will, baby,” I promised, adding, “but having just cum in slut Ellie it may take a while.”

Ellie turned to me with a look and repeated as a question, “Slut Ellie?”

Going for broke, sensing I had control of the situation, I ordered the big busted teacher, “Get between Miranda’s legs and get licking.”

Ellie glared at me, my Mom watched from her submissive position on her knees, as I continued to pound the bride’s tight ass.

“Oh god, I’m so close,” Brittany moaned, unaware of the tension between the rest of us.

Ellie waited a minute, but as I expected, walked over to the couch, dropped to her knees and crawled between Miranda’s legs.

I winked at Mom who was clearly stunned by the power shift and Miranda winked at me as she moaned as Ellie’s tongue began licking her pussy.

I roughly slammed into the bride treating her like the fuck-toy she was, eager to shoot a full load in her ass. Sensing she needed a verbal push to come, I bombarded her with nasty names, “Come my ass-slut, my bride cunt, our pussy pleaser. I want you thinking of my big cock in your ass as you walk down the aisle, as you say your vows with my cum in your ass, as you kiss your new husband with pussy juice on your lips. Come now you fucking slut.”

“Fuuuuuuuck, yeeeeeeees,” she screamed as her orgasm came crashing through her.

Her ass tightened around my cock milking it, as I filled her ass with my white seed, while her orgasm continued to course through her.

Just as I finished spraying my seed, there was a knock on the door.

“Brittany, you ok?” a voice called, trying to open the locked door.

Brittany’s eyes went big as she replied, “Yes, just stubbed my toe.”

All of us in lightening quick speed quit our acts of sin and got ourselves looking respectable.

Ellie her own face shiny with pussy juice took control, “Have a good day, slut.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Brittany replied, as she stood up. “Shit, cum is coming out of my ass.”

As Miranda, Mom and I left the way we came in, Ellie grabbed the white matching panties from a desk that went with Brittany’s garter-belt and quickly helped put them on the flustered and well-fucked bride.

“I want this cum leaking into your underwear as a constant reminder that you have a Mistress and a Master. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” Brittany replied, as there was more knocking at the door.

“Open up, Brittany,” a different voice called.

We left the room, Ellie right behind us with the biggest smile on her face.

Once outside, Ellie took my mom’s hand and said shocking us all, “I love you, Alexis I accept your condition of submission to me, I can’t let you ever get away again.”

“I love you too, Ellie,” mom replied, a sweetness and sincerity that was about love and not submission.

Miranda took my hand and whispered into my ear, “I told you I would get you Ellie.”

“Yes, yes you did,” I smiled.

The four of us walked around to the front of the church as two couples, ignoring the odd looks from the other wedding guests.

“Miranda, glad you could make it,” Kristina said, a co-worker of Miranda’s.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Miranda smiled, the four of us barely able to hold in our laughter of the true meaning of Miranda’s words.

“You look radiant,” Kristina added, seeing the glow in Miranda.

“Well having a young boyfriend has really rejuvenated me again, I feel eighteen again,” Miranda said, squeezing my hand.

“Awesome,” Kristina laughed. “We’ll chat at the wedding reception.”

“Sure,” Miranda agreed.

I watched the black beauty walk away, her bubble butt delicious, as Miranda joked, “Her too?”

“What? No, I was, just,” I babbled.

“Never had any chocolate?” Ellie asked.

“No,” I admitted.

Miranda smiled as she led me into the church, “Well, we will have to change that.”

Mom and Ellie laughed as I once again realized that I had the best girlfriend in the world.

I could barely contain myself during the while ceremony.

Brittany walked slightly bow-legged down the aisle, the aftermath of my big cock in her ass having unexpected side effects. Her face was ruby red and she was extremely fidgety as she said her vows with my cum leaking out of her ass. Lastly, the puzzled look on Mark’s face was utterly priceless as he clearly smelt his bride’s face as he kissed her for the first time as his wife.

Once the service was done and we were in the fresh Vegas air Ellie dragged Mom to a taxi and assumedly back to the hotel.

Miranda looked at me with yet another strange look in her eyes as she said, “You said you love me, right?”

“With all my heart,” I admitted, taking her hands in mine.

“Do you want to do something fucking crazy?” she asked.

“Crazier than fucking a bride in the ass just before she is about to be married?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

“Actually, yes,” Miranda smiled, “Crazier than fucking a bride in the ass, crazier than fucking your Mom in an elevator and crazier than seducing Ellie the way we did.”

“You have me curious,” I replied, wondering what else she could have in mind, the only thought was Kristina, but that would not outdo the craziness of everything else.

She lowered herself to her knees in front of the church and my eyes went big thinking this was too brazen even for her. I began to say, “Not here,’ but was interrupted by the shocking words out of her mouth.

“Curtis Charlesworth, will you marry me?” she asked, with the same vulnerability as this morning.

My heart melted and I knew the answer without thinking. I pulled her up, kissed her passionately and fell down to one knee myself, deciding if we were going to do this we were going to do this right. “Miranda Collington, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she smiled and I stood back up and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness and passion.

When the kiss finally broke, Miranda said, “So we need to really hurry if we are going to get married today.”

“Today?” I repeated, surprised by her words.

“Well, while in Rome,” she shrugged, leading me to a taxi. “But first, I need a dress.”


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