The door closed, Mom looked at me and confessed, looking so vulnerable and shaking slightly, “I stood up for myself, but it was nearly impossible. Look how I’m trembling!”
“You were amazing, Mom,” I complimented her, before adding, giving her a hug, “No, you are amazing.”
“Oh, you know just the right words to say,” Mom asked, her hand going to my fully erect cock confined but not concealed in my pants. “Oh, and what do we have here?”
“I brought a present for you, Mom,” I answered.
“You do know that Ellie is going to try and control me completely,” Mom said, rubbing my cock through my jeans.
“But you’re stronger now, are you not?” I asked and then reminded her, “and I’m the ace in your hole.”
“Yes,” Mom said, my words relaxing her. “But fuck, was it tempting just to fall to her feet and submit to her again right then and there.”
“You must be soaked,” I surmised.
“Check for yourself,” Mom offered, hiking up her dress.
I moved my hand to her naked, glistening pussy and wasn’t surprised to feel her wetness. “Holy shit your leaking, Mommy!”
“I’m so fucking horny I’m going to burst,” Mom admitted.
“Well let’s take care of that,” I said, this time it being me falling to my knees to worship my Mom.
Mom lifted her left foot to the toilet seat, giving me a perfect view of her spread-open cunt, as I leaned forward and began licking. In seconds she was moaning, “Oh yes, Curtis, lick Mommy.”
This time it was all about my beautiful Mom. I wanted her to have the orgasm to end all orgasms. I wanted it to be me giving to her, not Ellie, to strengthen our bond for the rescue I knew I’d need to perform in the near future. I licked her pussy for a couple of minutes before I began pumping two fingers inside her.
“Oh yes, finger fuck your Mommy-slut,” Mom moaned, knowing what her nasty talk did to me. A couple minutes later, her moans continually increasing, she begged, “Harder, son, finger Mommy harder, she is sooooo close!”
I obliged and sensing her impending climax, used my free hand to reach behind her and when I sensed her dam about to burst I slid a finger in her ass.
“Oh you dirty fucker, yeeeeeeeeeeeees, you’re making Mommy come!” Mom screamed as she sprayed me with her juices. Her standing position allowing her juice to gush out of her and cascade down onto my lips and face, this time giving me a facial. I savored every last drop of Mom’s cum before she demanded, “Now whip it out and fuck your Mother’s ass.”
“I’m not sure we have time before we start descending,” I began, but was stopped.
“I’m not always your submissive slut, young man! Do as you’re told and fuck your Mother’s ass right now!” she ordered, in the my-decision-is-final tone I used to get when I lost a discussion with her before we’d become intimate. God, I loved her complex persona.
I sprang to obey my Mother but awkwardly, in too much of a hurry, fidgeting with my pants ineffectually, eventually fumbling them open, pulling them down to my knees without my underwear and needing to make another time-wasting gesture to lower those but then, hobbled at the knees, only barely managing to stagger behind my Mom who had already far more gracefully repositioned herself and framed her ass perfectly for me. Finally, my struggles over, I was brought up short, staring at the Picasso of Mothers’ asses and admiring it in rapture. Damn, was it beautiful!
Mom brought me to myself by pulling her ass cheeks apart and snarling, yes snarling, “Fuck me NOW, you nasty Mother fucker!”
I plunged my cock inside her ass in one solid push forward and remembering that time was of the essence because the plane would be landing soon, I pounded her ass hard. I was into it now, even with my pants and underwear binding my knees together powerful and effective; my body slammed into hers over and again and she grabbed the toilet for balance, all the while keying up the nasty talk. “That’s it, you dirty Mother ass-fucker, ream my back door!” and “Harder, baby, drill for gold!” and, “Deeper son, sodomize your Mommy, make her your forever ass-slut!”
Unfortunately, even with all the hot, nasty, incest talk, having come twice in the past hour and a half, I was in a marathon race with no end in sight.
Sweat dripped down my body, my t-shirt damp, as I continued to use a full throttle attack on Mom’s tight ass. Mom continued trying to get me off with her ass and dirty talk. “Did my son get hard thinking of me dyking with Ellie?”
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted.
“Does my son want his Mommy to be a submissive sex slave to Ellie?” Mom huffed.
“God, yes,” I admitted, the idea the ultimate turn-on. Suddenly Cancun popped onto my head. “What happened in Cancun?”
“Oh God baby, that was the night I learned how big a slut I was and how much she owned me,” Mom admitted.
“Do tell,” I asked, dying of curiosity, as the pilot announced it was time to get back in our seats and put our seat belts on as we were beginning to descend.
“I promise to tell you all the nasty, horrifying, humiliating details once you come in Mommy’s ass!” she said, beginning to bounce back on my cock.
“Oh fuck Mom,” I groaned, as she began fucking me instead of my fucking her. Her eagerness made the sex even hotter and finally my third orgasm spasmed out of me as I filled her ass with my cum!
Mom screamed herself, as she climaxed simultaneously, “I’m cooooooming with you, son!”
The intensity of our dual orgasms was indescribable as we both collapsed into each other and I held her tight as she shuddered and quivered through her second orgasm of our bathroom rendezvous.
A knock on the door was followed by Dana saying, “I waited until I heard you two finish, but now you really need to get to your seats.”
Both of us composed ourselves and without another word returned to our seats, although I was now with Miranda and Mom sitting with Ellie.
Once seated, Miranda asked, “Did you come in your Mother’s beautiful ass?”
“Gentleman don’t fuck and tell,” I joked.
Mom answered for me. “I guess going commando was a mistake, your cum is trickling right back out my butt hole.”
Miranda quipped, “Where’s the butt plug when you need one?”
I burst out laughing as I felt the plane descend.
Looking over, I saw Ellie holding Mom’s hand, but she was looking at me, thinking she had won. I let her think that for now.
Miranda meanwhile grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
As the plane continued its descent, I pondered Mom’s impending descent back into lesbian submission at the hands of Ellie and the final piece of my plan… fucking Ellie. I still wasn’t sure how it was all going to work, but as the plane touched down Miranda leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry baby, she’ll fuck you.”
“You sure?” I asked, unsure myself how to seal the deal, considering Ellie didn’t seem remotely interested in me… only my Mom.
“Trust me,” Miranda whispered into my ear, giving it a slight tug with her teeth, “I promise you’ll get to fuck her before we fly back home.”
“How?” I asked, my cock rising again at the thought of my next conquest even as the plane slowed to a stop.
“Just leave that to me, baby,” she whispered, squeezing my cock through my pants.
The plane taxied toward its final stop as each of us considered the evening and weekend ahead. My cock stirred at the thought of fucking the third piece of my fantasy puzzle. I glimpsed over to Ellie and saw she was still staring at me… her look was smug… one broadcasting confidently that I had no idea who I was dealing with.
The reality was that even though I’d played a part-time top dog with Mom and Miranda for a short while, less than a month, I’d been winging it the whole time and didn’t really know what I was doing while Ellie had decades of experience and lots of tried and true tricks up her sleeve. I knew I was in way over my head, but I hid those insecurities and winked at her.
Even as the plane was slowing to dock at the gate, Miranda surprised me once again by announcing, “Fuck, am I hungry.” She fished out my erect cock and leaned forward and took it in her mouth.
Ellie got a good look at my solid eight inches of meat as Miranda bobbed up and down for a brief tease. I realized that was the point: Miranda was showing my sausage smorgasbord to Ellie to make her hungry for me.
Sitting back up, just as the plane came to a stop, Miranda’s hand was firmly on my cock, displaying it proudly as she looked over to Ellie and asked, “Want some?”