Supper was amazing, the show, a Cirque de Soleil, was stupendous and a late-night walk along the brightly-lit Strip was the coolest thing ever. By the time we got back to our penthouse suite we were all wiped and we all crashed rather quickly.
Miranda and I got a room together, while both mom and Ellie had separate rooms, although Ellie stressed they’d be sharing one room before the weekend was over.
Miranda and I shared silent nods of agreement. That sharing was an agreed-upon portion of our master plan for the weekend, albeit the most risky portion.
After Ellie had retired, Mom snuck in for the good fucking I’d promised her for tonight, and she rode me to completion while Miranda rode her ass with a strap-on. In addition to it being over-the-top sex for all three of us, it was yet another layer of our three-way emotional bond which Miranda and I knew Mom needed to have in place as strongly as possible.
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The next morning started amazingly as I was woken up the best way possible, with a blowjob. Opening my eyes, I saw Miranda bobbing up and down leisurely on my cock.
Seeing me awake, she smiled, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“Good morning, beautiful,” I replied.
“I bet you say that to all the girls who wake you up this way,” she teased, returning to my cock.
“Now that you mention it, that’s true,” I agreed, thinking of the many times recently Mom had awakened me the same way.
“You male slut,” she joked, briefly taking my cock out of her mouth.
“There are worse things to be called,” I quipped.
“And the Mommy facial, that was so naughty,” Miranda commented, as she returned to deep throating my cock.
I moaned, but not because of her gentle reprimand, “I didn’t think she would go through with it.”
Five minutes later the conversation continued after I had shot cum down my beautiful girlfriend. “Your mom kept the cum on her face the whole time we were in the bar.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised by mom’s full obedience.
“Yes, it was so fucking hot,” Miranda said, still stroking my cock.
“That it was,” I agreed.
“Your Mom can be really wild, and being in a city where no one knows her gives her the freedom to cut loose without any worry of consequences,” Miranda explained.
“Like the last time you two were in Vegas for example,” I smiled.
“For example,” she agreed, smiling.
Positioning myself between her legs, I smiled, “I think it’s time I return the favor.”
She purred, “You treat me so well, baby.”
“I bet you say that to all the eighteen-year-olds you bring to Vegas,” I teased.
“Every single one,” she played along as I began licking. As much as I loved fucking Miranda and Mom, I particularly loved the sweet intimacy that came from licking their pussies. I loved hearing their breathing slowly escalate, I loved hearing their moans increase in volume… and all because of me.
Hearing Miranda coo, “Oh Curtis, don’t stop,” and “Yes, baby, I love your tongue, baby,” and “Oh God, you’re getting me so fucking wet,” only enhances my eagerness to please.
I took my time enjoying the slow build of Miranda’s orgasm. Finally, ten minutes later give or take, her moans had escalated and I knew she was near the brink of euphoria, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid two fingers inside her very wet pussy.