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 club soda and my ladies got frisky.
Miranda whispered in one ear, “I’m going to devour you once we get back to the room.”
Mom whispered similar sentiments 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 at one point both of my horny ladies reached for it at the same time and instead grabbed each other.
Both burst out laughing and Miranda suggested, “Let’s get out of here.”
“Agreed,” Mom said, hunger in her eyes.
I teased, “Did spending the day with Ellie get Mommy horny?”
“Well, she was surprisingly well-behaved in that she didn’t order me to do anything all day except harmless things like ‘try on this dress’. My makeover and new wardrobe were completely under her control but she didn’t tell me to do anything sexual or even risqué. Nevertheless I almost ate her at the spa without her asking and I would have if we’d had any privacy,” Mom admitted, before adding, “and all day regardless of her refraining from any attempts to domme me, Ellie constantly teased me with touches, drowned me with innuendos and taunted me with descriptions of things to come once she’d completed her task and could take the gloves off.”
“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 clothing,” I suggested.
“This is Vegas, that could be anywhere, such as right here,” My Mom quipped. “What would you like me to remove, Master?” she teased. “Your wish is my command, except that anything you make me remove, I’ll require my sub Miranda to remove as well.”
“That would be very entertaining, but as the Dom in charge I’d probably be the one to get arrested. Let’s just go back to the hotel and have a good, old-fashioned threesome,” I offered with a laugh.
“Now that works for me,” Miranda smiled, standing up, grabbing our hands and leading us off.
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. I shot my cum down my girlfriend’s throat 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. Working in tandem, mirror images of each other, we spent an eternity lavishly worshipping Miranda’s feet and legs with only brief forays by one or the other of us to her pussy until she was begging to be fucked.