Soon they were kissing, embracing and fondling each other endlessly as I watched affectionately. It was like watching two passionate lesbian lovers together, which I suppose is what they were at that moment.
I asked, a good ten minutes later as they finally lay back, their arms still around each other, “Was this a good birthday?”
“The best,” Yu Yan replied, looking completely spent.
Mom said, “We have a real birthday cake for you in the kitchen.”
“Any cum on it?” Ms. Chan asked, back to her normal self now she’d calmed down.
“There could be,” I joked.
“I do hope you’ve saved one more load for the cake,” Ms. Chan said.
“Well… it may take a few minutes to whip it up.”
“Then help me up. Let’s get somewhat decent and someone can roll me down the hall,” she said.
Ten minutes later we were in the kitchen with my girls ‘somewhat decent’ wearing sexy lingerie, but my naked body wasn’t at all decent as Ms. Chan took control.
“Get over here, Kevin,” Ms. Chan ordered. “I want to make sure my cake topping is nice and fresh.”
I slid my cock into her amazing mouth and she got me back up and hard.
Once hard, Ms. Chan ordered, “Slut, come and eat your son’s asshole while I extract my cake frosting.”
“Seriously?” Mom asked.
“Now, slut,” Ms. Chan ordered, which was hot after the lengthy submissive playtime.
“Okay,” she said, as she moved behind me tentatively.
“Dad never made you eat his asshole?” I asked.
“Never,” she answered, kneeling behind me.
“Well, it’s good for me to have a first over him,” I said, before ordering, “now spread my ass cheeks and tongue my asshole.”
“And use that tongue like a tiny dick,” Ms. Chan ordered, before taking my cock back in her mouth.
I felt my ass cheeks spread and after a brief tentative pause I felt a tongue on my asshole.
“That’s it, eat my asshole, slut,” I moaned, the pleasure coming from both ends pretty erotic.
She was pretty tentative at first, but once she got past the reality she was eating her son’s asshole she got into it.
So for a few amazing minutes Mom ate my asshole and Ms. Chan worked on my cock. Fuck, it was quite the surreal experience to be the middle, pleasured, layer of a sex sandwich for once.
As my orgasm began to build, I groaned, “Both you sluts work me over, the cake frosting is almost ready.”
Mom really tongued my asshole somehow feeling like she was even penetrating me ever so slightly… which felt shockingly good and not gay at all. This pleasure was enhanced, by Ms. Chan’s determined, deep throat, cock sucking.
I knew another load was soon going to erupt.
After another minute of receiving this intense attention I declared, “I’m about to blow.”
Ms. Chan leaned back, I stood facing the table jacking myself, Mom slid the cake towards me, and within seconds I was shooting some rather sparse wads of cum all over Ms. Chan’s birthday cake.
Ms. Chan resumed sucking me to extract any last remnants of cum before asking, “Who wants cake?”
“I do,” Mom said, as she probed my asshole with her tongue once more for a moment, and then stood up.
“I’m good,” I said, seeing more cum than I’d care to ingest on the cake.
“More for us,” Ms. Chan shrugged, as Mom took charge of the cake and cut two generous slices coated generously with cum.
I watched, as my cock at long last began going down, and as my two women ate the cum cake.
As I savoured the scene, I thought to myself, I need to try for my own first conquest. The big question was who?
As I pondered, I picked up my phone and saw a text.
It was from Mrs. Walker: Any chance you can come over this weekend and tutor Ben? He has an important test on Monday and needs some help.
Hmmmmm… I’d always been attracted to Mrs. Walker, we went way back, and maybe she would be my perfect initial conquest. She tended to be a bit formal most of the time, but sometimes when I’d gotten her laughing, any stiffness had just melted away. Once I’d even forgotten myself and quipped something really off-colour but before I could apologize, she was laughing heartily. And she was certainly pretty enough: a tall and slender brunette with a lovely face and black horn-rimmed glasses that gave her an intriguing nerdy look. The cherry topping was that I’d never once seen her when she wasn’t wearing some version of nylon legwear, although given the long skirts she favoured, I never knew which version.
Unless she set up road blocks to my advances, the main question would just be how to get her alone.
Then I recalled that the bimbo cheerleader Amber was coming over tomorrow at 2:00. Perhaps she should be my first seduction on my own. She was blonde, bubbly, big-boobed, appeared to be a favourite of the jocks, and was obviously very limber as evidenced by her cheerleading routines. If I wanted to discuss rocket science with her I’d be out of luck, but whenever I was banging my sluts, that wasn’t a subject I expected to come up.
Having a cheerleader to fuck would be fun, and perhaps it would lead to other cheerleader sluts. Even better, that route could possibly provide me with opportunities to embarrass some arrogant jocks.
Hmmmmmm… tomorrow I would try to bang Amber.
But tonight I could feel in my soul (okay, not in my soul but in my nuts) that I had one last load to deposit… and the only remaining question was who was going to get it: Mom or Ms. Chan?