Her mouth was a warm haven and I held back my orgasm as long as possible as I was in awe of hearing my Mom eating her pussy and watching Miranda eagerly devouring my cock.
Mom’s pussy-licking tongue was doing its usual magic, so Miranda shoved my hips strongly upward, ejecting my cock from her mouth both so she could breathe, but also so she could scream, “Fuuuck, I’m coooooooooming again!!”
As a third orgasm cascaded through her, I straight-armed the bed to hold myself up with one hand and used my other one to furiously beat my cock before shooting rope after rope of white goo all over the face of my girlfriend while she was still orgasming!
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. She sat up and said, “That must be Ellie.”
“Well, go check,” I suggested.
Mom, naked except for her stockings, walked over to her purse and grabbed her phone. She read the message briefly and reported, “She did it.”
Miranda asked, “Like she did it, did it?”
“So she says,” Mom nodded, already realizing the implications of the text to her own rapidly approaching future.
“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. She looked at it and as her face went red, she turned her phone around to show us a video clip confirming the task had been accomplished.
Miranda and I were watching a brief video of Brittany on her knees in a bathroom stall licking Ellie’s pussy. We couldn’t see Ellie’s face but there was no denying whose demanding words were being said. “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 rapturously, her face shiny with pussy juice as if she were staring right at us.
“Fucking delicious,” Miranda said, giddy with excitement at getting back at Mark, her ex.
“Now what?” I asked Miranda.
Mom said, her tone showing not fear, but acceptance, “Well, there’s no doubt that Ellie will be expecting me to submit to her unconditionally as soon as we next meet.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, not wanting Mom to do anything she didn’t want to, 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, “It’s not because of a debt or a promise; you want to, don’t you?”
“Desperately,” Mom answered. “I’ve 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, especially during the past year, but now that you’re an adult Curtis, I think it’s time to do more than just submit to Ellie on an occasion or two.”
I realized what she was about to say and yet couldn’t quite get my head around it, even though it made perfect sense.