Absolutely.

"I hadn't thought of that, we've been a bit...preoccupied." Brenda noted, running her hand down Bryce's chest and giving his cock a squeeze, bringing him ever closer to the orgasm that Shelby was desperately trying to give him. His fiancé slapped his mother?s hand away and engulfed his cock in the warm sucking wetness of her mouth.

"But, there's only one prick, but four mouths amongst us." Monica pointed out.

"Yeah. And everyone knows about how straight men like lesbians. You should see some of the stuff Bryce here has on his computer."

"And how do you know about that?" Bryce asked, suppressing the childlike desire to whine "Mommmm!"

"Back before I was...before we were...when you were out, I'd go into your room, take a look at what got you off and get myself off in your bed. You didn't notice that your sheets kept getting changed every time you were out?" Mindmaster's Machine must have done a real number on her. Shelby froze for a moment, though whether in shock or arousal, he couldn't tell, then she restarted, fucking her face with his cock.

"Nope, then you saw..." He began and stopped, his favorite jerk-off material running through his mind and his cock. He **** the image from his mind.

"Wait, that was your most played, but I thought you were studying the fight...well, well, well, I wasn't the only one who had the hots for a family member."

"What are you two talking about?" Monica asked, trying to figure out the in-joke.

"That fight in the warehouse, where you made me cum, writhing on your tits like a bitch in heat." That time Shelby's reaction was clearly arousal, her moan pleasured his cock almost as much as the image and Brenda's description of Ultramom as a bitch in heat.

"Oooo, that was a good one." Monica said, abandoning her dinner and rising. "And now that I think about it, we were even in number of orgasms given when we broke up, well, after I made you cum three times in an effort to convince you to stay together, but that puts you one up, you owe me an orgasm, don't you?"

"I guess I do." Brenda bent and kissed her son's cheek and whispered, "Watch this."

The MILF swayed over to her former lover, her former nemesis, her singular equal (though now she had a singular master). She pushed the blonde woman backwards, hard, sending her stumbling into the wall and followed her kissing her hard. The two women, each in the prime of her life, fought for dominance. Brenda caught Monica's hands and held them against the wall. She could have fought, could have escaped, but she didn't, or not with her hands. Their tongues battled it out, both intensely aware of the other's body, their breasts mashed together, only two thin layers of fabric between them, they could have each other, explore the body of the woman they had loved and then hated, see how the years had changed and improved it. They were equally aware of Ultraboy's aroused eyes on them.

Monica glanced over at him and then winced as Brenda nipped her tongue with her teeth, drawing her attention back to the beautiful blue-eyed bisexual whose gaze was challenging and full of lust. She pulled back, releasing Monica's wrists and falling to her knees, she spread the tall, blonde MILF's legs wide and ducking under the floor length gown. Her left leg slid through the slit on the side of the red dress, but her right leg and Brenda herself were concealed by the gown, though the red lace panties that came flying out, removed by Brenda's teeth, were not concealed by anything at all.

"You're missing a hell of a show." Bryce moaned to Shelby, as she held her nose against his belly, his cock buried in her gagging throat, hands around the chair, grabbing his ass. Her eyes were locked on his face, enjoying his arousal, even if she wasn't the sole source of it.

He continued to eat, letting the women give him pleasure, rather than taking it from them. His mother did likewise, at least on the continuing to eat, side, given the noises coming from under Monica's gown and the expression on her face and the hand that had fallen to the bulge that was Brenda's head under her skirt. Her bare and covered leg alike bent, forcing her box down into Brenda's face, as her grip **** Brenda's head up into her pussy.

He snapped his fingers, catching everyone's attention, except Brenda, who couldn't hear shit through Monica's thighs. He raised a hand, looking at Monica as he took the last bite of his steak and leaned back casually with a glass of wine in two fingers, to watch Monica hike her skirt up so he could see his mother on her knees, licking the rug of her former archenemy. She revealed and reveled in her nakedness under Bryce's eyes, hers were locked on him, just as Brenda's were locked on her and Shelby's were locked on him. His three main masturbatory fantasies were all in this room, all giving or receiving pleasure, all for him.

Brenda's feet were folded under her, her neck bent backwards, thrusting her tits up so high that he thought he could see her cleavage over her bent body. Her ass was outthrust and as Bryce watched, Monica lifted the gown to her mouth, licked her lips and bit down on the edge of the skirt, freeing her hands and holding the skirt out of the way. She bent over and popped Monica's skirt up over her ass, revealing the black thong that Bryce hadn't even known she'd owned (another gift from Florence, he wondered, then wondered if Flo wanted a piece of his mother and if he could use that to get himself a piece of chocolate ass and then, he wondered, given recent revelations about his mother's activities if Florence had already eaten some vanilla, the image of his mother's short, curvy, ebony friend playing with Ultramom, or being played with by her). Despite his best efforts, his cock thrust at that thought and that image, up into Shelby's throat, he could feel his orgasm approaching, but he tried to push it back, and then he pushed the table back, revealing Shelby, just as Monica had revealed Brenda. Though Shelby was completely naked. She blushed as his eyes flickered back and forth between the lesbian show in front of him and the delicious sight of his cock vanishing into Shelby's lovely lips and bouncing nakedness.

The sight of those two elegant, brilliant, beautiful women, engaging in lesbianism, to arouse him was as good as his modest young fiancé, fucking her face with his cock in front of her mother, ignoring her mother, it was all about him, though all would receive pleasure. Their elegance, their modesty made the show, made the act, all the more meaningful an acknowledgement of his mastery, of his power, of their love and submission.

Monica wrapped her fingers in Brenda's hair and ground her face against her clit as Brenda's skilled tongue (and Bryce's eyes) drove her rapidly to orgasm. Brenda's hands mauled her breasts through the gown she'd loaned her, then as Monica's movements got more urgent, she lowered her hands, drove them both into herself, her fingers ripping her thong to shreds. Then she drove her middle finger up to the knuckle into Monica's ass and drove the wavering woman over the edge into a screaming orgasm, which caused her to collapse atop Brenda and her gown to drift down to cover Brenda, who ducked out, then lay Monica down, hiked the woman's skirts up around her waist and got to work eating her to another orgasm, but now her eyes were on Shelby sucking her son to his own orgasm. Her fingers slid under her own dress and got to work on her nubbin.

Monica's hands got to work mauling her breasts, helping Brenda drive her back over the edge, yet again. Bryce's self control failed and her son moaned. "I love you all!" As he shot his load into Shelby's pretty mouth. He knew it was his last orgasm of the day and it burned through his body, from toes to brain, he poured himself into Shelby's sucking mouth, taking the pleasure, loyalty, submission and trust she offered and rewarding them with what she'd sought, tangible proof of his love. She swallowed the first two shots, but the rest filled her mouth. It wasn't, for her, an erotic moment, at that moment she was sore and tired, she couldn't cum again, but that was the point. She pleasured him without being able to receive anything else, except the joy making him happy gave her.

Monica came with her master, her daughter's fiancé, her lover's son. She squirted this time, painting Brenda's face with cum, as Bryce had not. His seed was too valuable to Shelby. She rose and with her mouth hanging open, smiled at him, then waved at Monica and Brenda, the latter of which was rising and determined to get her own orgasm was mounting Monica's face, forcing her to return the favor, though she was eating Brenda through the shredded remnants of her thong and she was naked from where her skirts had been hiked up to her waist. She leaned back, resting her hand on her former enemy's tits.

"No, that's yours, you earned it." Bryce said, remaining in his seat, all his energy having been sucked out of him. He did manage to put his cock away.

Shelby shrugged and approached Brenda and kissed her, sharing the load, then lifted her off her mother's face, Monica tried to follow Brenda's pussy lips up and ran straight into Shelby's lips coming down and sharing the last of his cum with her mother in a kiss infused with the passion of Mindmaster's machine.

"I wasn't raised to share, but I'm learning." Shelby said, flouncing away from the mothers, her nakedness defiant of both their eyes and her blushing face. She perched on Bryce's lap, claiming her fiancé.

"Good girl. We figured out a schedule, so who has to be up early tomorrow and who gets to sleep in?" Bryce asked, to figure out who should sleep with whom.