Nana took her hand and smiled, her tone not even remotely hiding that she knew everything, “And I’ve heard a LOT about you.”
“All good, I hope,” Miranda said, still smiling.
“That depends on your viewpoint,” Nana said, still pushing it.
I interjected, clarifying everything, “Nana-slut, don’t go acting possessive on me. You belong to me, not the other way around.”
Miranda’s mouth dropped open.
“It was a good night, Mistress!” Mom added.
“Well, now I’m sorry I left you two alone for some family time,” Miranda said, her smile returning.
Mom joked, “Oh, we three generations got to know each other a lot better. We’ve expanded the definition of ‘gene pool’.”
“Nana, go eat some more breakfast,” I ordered, snapping my fingers and pointing to my wife… enjoying the power I had over her… and testing how obedient she would be with someone new present.
“Are you suggesting I crawl over to your wife and eat her cunt?” Nana asked.
“That is exactly what I am suggesting,” I nodded.
“Just making sure,” Nana said with a wicked smile, eagerly dropping to her knees and crawling over to Miranda, licking her lips.
“Oh my,” Miranda smiled, looking at me with a look of surprise, before she joked, “So you gave your Nana her Christmas present early?”
“It’s a layered gift ceremony,” I joked, “we may extend it to the Twelve Days of Christmas,” as I watched Nana’s head disappear underneath Miranda’s dress. Miranda never wore panties of course, so Nana had immediate access to her second breakfast of hairless twat.
“It’s getting hard to find you any new gifts,” Miranda moaned, as Nana’s tongue made contact with her pussy.
“I already have everything I need,” I said romantically, as I went over and kissed her… while my Nana licked her.
“Remember that as I age and these begin to sag,” Miranda joked, when I broke the kiss.
“You’ll always be beautiful to me,” I said, meaning it. Miranda was beautiful; Miranda was a sexual submissive nymphomaniac, but she was also the sweetest woman I knew. I loved her for the entire package: brains, beauty, sexuality and compassion.
She was perfect… as was listening to her whimpers as Nana ate her out.
Mom sighed, “Well, I’d love to chat or watch or join, but some of us still have to go to work.”
“I’ll take care of Nana,” I promised.
“I bet you will,” Mom scoffed, as she slapped my ass.
Miranda asked, “You don’t want to watch your son fuck my ass while your mom eats my cunt?”
Fuck, I loved how my bride could turn from sweet to nasty in a heartbeat.
“I expect you to come see me today, slut,” Mom said, my wife still a submissive to her in this twisted, complex, strange hierarchy I was living in.
I was at the top, that was clear, except to Ellie, who was still trying to be in overall control, even though no matter how hard she fought it, it was obvious to everyone else she was a submissive to me too.
“Yes, Mistress,” Miranda nodded, as I moved behind her and lifted up her dress.
“At two o’clock,” Mom ordered, as I moved my rigid cock between my bride’s ass cheeks.
“Of course, Mistress,” Miranda nodded, as she bent over a bit, using Nana’s shoulders for balance.