Mom, son, girlfriend and busty seductress get nasty in Vegas

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

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

“Not exactly, but I need to make something clear,” Mom said, sounding much stronger than I knew she really felt.

“You do, do you?” Ellie said, trying to keep control of the situation, doing her best to project without needing to say so, that any choices my Mom might face from here on out were Ellie’s to decide.

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

“Well, I’m all ears,” Ellie replied.

“I am prepared 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 will?”

“Yes, I have always loved you Ellie,” Mom admitted, moving to Ellie, grasping her shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. “I’ve always needed you.”

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

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

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

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

Ellie interrupted back, saying, “Slut Brittany, since you don’t seem to listen well, you’ve just answered the pussy or ass question. Curtis, go fuck the bride-to-be in the ass.”

Horny as hell, but also intrigued by the power play between Mom and Ellie, which I knew wasn’t yet over, I was torn.

However, Brittany’s power play was definitely over, she was now thoroughly intimidated and she begged Miranda, “Can I please lick your pussy Miranda?”

“On your wedding day?” Miranda twisted the knife.

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

“Say it.”

“May I please lick your hot, wet pussy on my wedding day, Mistress Miranda?”

“Lick away, slut,” Miranda ordered.

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

“Go fuck her ass, Curtis,” Ellie ordered me again.

Mom surprised Ellie by modifying the order, “Yes do, Curtis. But fuck Ellie first.”

“Pardon me?” Ellie asked.

Mom was steadfast as she pledged, “I will submit to you unconditionally Ellie, divorce Ted and move in with you or you move in with me, 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 your submitting to me, you’re my bitch now. Is that clear?” Ellie insisted threateningly.

Mom stood her ground, “Miranda never mentioned it as a condition, but this is my condition: either you accept Curtis, or you go home empty handed.”

“W-w-hy you b-b-bitch!” Ellie stammered, angry adrenalin flooding her body as she glared first at my Mother and then at me. Time seemed to stand still as she took several deep breaths before she turned back to Mom, her tone now annoyed but not angry anymore. “Is that the only condition?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mom replied, “if you accept Curtis I’ll be all yours,” shifting instantly from firm and strong to compliant and submissive.

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

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

“You’d better be as good as your Mom and Miranda say you are, stud,” Ellie said, challenging me.

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

I took a step towards her and ordered, “On your knees, Ellie.”

Ellie smirked as she walked over to me, “I’m no submissive, Curtis.”

Reaching me, she reached down and unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down before pushing me onto the couch right beside Miranda. She yanked on my knees until I was lying on my back with my butt was right past the edge of the couch, then still facing me, she lifted up her dress, straddled me and slowly lowered her naked pussy onto my erect cock. I was hard enough that it needed no steadying: it rose up like a flagpole to meet her.

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

“Your Mom is right Curtis, you have a damn nice cock,” Ellie smiled, not submissively but more patronizingly 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, still completely in place above her waist, obstructed me.

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