“I’m sorry Curtis, but I don’t love your father, I love Ellie, I’ve always loved Ellie,” Mom said, tears beginning to stream down her face.
I put my hand on her 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’ll 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. Although I don’t love your father, I do love you, and I need you at least as much as I do Ellie!”
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’re not so bad.”
“Bastard,” she said, hitting me playfully.
Mom said, “Hard to believe I got you two together on just a whim.”
I smiled, “I love both of you.”
Both women laid their heads on my shoulders and in minutes, our arms entwined in indescribable but loving fashions, 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 elegant dresses for the day’s wedding.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mom teased.
“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 drew closer to her moment of submission to Ellie. Ellie was going to submit to me although she didn’t know it yet and Miranda was going to revel in the glory of knowing she had humiliated her ex one more time.
We arrived at the church an hour early and met Ellie at the back door. She was wearing a dark green gown and had never looked better. The first things she did upon seeing us was to smile at my Mom and say, “Good to see you, my pet.”
“You too, Mistress,” Mom replied without hesitation.
“Follow me,” Ellie said and the three of us followed her into the church and into the dressing room of the bride-to-be.
Standing there in her wedding dress was Brittany, who was clearly embarrassed, although she said and did nothing except tremble noticeably as we approached her.
“On your knees,” Ellie ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” Brittany obeyed. She was unable to make eye contact with any of us.
“Fucking awesome,” Miranda said.
“Miranda, I thought it would be fun to have her wear your pussy juice on her lips as she walks down the aisle and when she kisses her husband for the first time,” Ellie explained.