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.
As she rode my cock, she tightened her cunt around my cock, creating a sensation I’d never experienced before.
Noticing the impact her cunt was having on me, she assessed, “You like that don’t you, big boy.”
“Fuck, are you tight,” I grunted.
“Tighter than your slut mother?” Ellie asked, grinding her body so perfectly on my cock.
I admitted, “Fuuuck, yes.” I hated to throw Mom under the bus, but it was true.
“And don’t you forget it,” she purred, leaning her clothed tits into my face, only enhancing my frustration that I couldn’t suck them into my mouth.
Ellie increased the speed and vigor of her cock-riding and soon I was groaning a warning, “I’m going to come soon.”