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What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White

... mouth, “Rain check?” “Indeed,” I smiled, as I put my cock away and Miranda stood up. After a quick kiss, I left the room and saw Mom and Ellie looking at wedding dresses. Mom, seeing me, smiled tentatively, “I hear you’re getting married.” “Crazy, isn’t it?” I said, the sudden reality of our impulse decision hitting me completely. “A little,” she smiled, glancing over to Ellie. “You okay with it?” I asked, wanting her approval. “Of course,” she smiled warmly, “You and Miranda are so perfect for each other. I believe, if I recall, I was the one to set you two up.” “That’s true, isn’t it,” I laughed, the irony that my wife-to-be used to be my mom’s lesbian submissive. Even with our age difference?” I asked. “Age is just a number, baby, it is what you feel here that matters,” my guru mother of love explained, touching my heart. After a moment, she slyly squeezed my cock and added, “Of course, how you feel here also is pretty important.” “Oh mom,” I laughed. “Now help me pick a dress,” Mom said. “For what?” I asked. “We are going to get married too,” Ellie said interrupting our brief mother and son moment. “Isn't that illegal in Nevada?” I asked. “It won't be real, just a symbol of your slut mother's unconditional loyalty to me,” Ellie explained, before adding, “Since she is still married to your father.” “Oh,” was all I could muster. Suddenly feeling guilty, which was ironic since I had been fucking mom behind dad's back for a while, I asked, “What about dad?” Mom looked ...

... guilty, but answered, “I just don't love him anymore.” “Because you love me,” Ellie added. “Yes, Mistress, I love you,” Mom admitted, her cheeks going red. “And you are my slut,” Ellie continued. “I'm both of your sluts,” Mom corrected. I added, “Remember Ellie, you and mom can have a relationship. But I am still the one in charge.” Ellie glared at me, but didn't say anything. Deciding to push my luck, I ordered, “Tell me who your master is, slut Ellie.” Her glare would have rattled most men, yet after having her submit to me in the church I felt confident I had her under my thumb. Her glare turned to mom who said, “Mistress Ellie, my son, and I are a package deal, remember?” Her teeth clenched, steam ready to come out of her ears, Ellie answered, “You are.” “I am what, slave Ellie?” I continued wanting to hear her say it. “My master,” she admitted, even though I knew mom was going to pay for Ellie's humiliation, I pushed even further. “And your mouth, cunt and ass are mine to use as I please,” I clarified. Ellie stared at mom again, but mom again supported me and said, “Ellie, you are my mistress, but Curtis is my master and your master too if you want me.” “So I have to submit to your son and obey all his bullshit orders to keep you?” Ellie asked clearly pissed. “Without hesitation,” Mom said, strangely seeming to enjoy her brief moment of power over Ellie. “And in return?” Ellie asked. “I divorce my husband, move in with you and become your obedient lover,” Mom answered. After a ...