Go straight to Tracey’s house after school

You’re feeling especially pleased with yourself through all of your afternoon classes. You’re looking forward to two obedient, well-controlled slaves, and a whole house to yourselves. You start to wonder if their house has a basement that could be converted into a sex dungeon. You’ll certainly get around to checking that out at some point today, although there will probably be a thing or two that you will want to take care of first.

As your last class is ending, you text your mom that you’re going over to a friend’s house, and take Tracey’s bus to her house. You hold her hand as you walk from the bus stop to her front door.

When you get inside, you find Ellie is there, waiting. She’s wearing a tight white dress that shows off her curves and long legs. She gets up from the couch, but when she sees Tracey is with you, she stands still, not sure what to do.

You grin and walk over to Ellie. You slip your arms around her and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. One of your hands tangles in her blonde hair, the other slides down her back and cups one of her ass cheeks and squeezes hard. Your new conquest melts against you, and returns your kiss enthusiastically.

When you pull back from the kiss, you take Tracey’s hand and tug her closer to you. She’s been standing a bit away, giving you space as you kissed Ellie. Now you have mother and daughter on either side of you, hugged tight against your sides with your arms around their waists. “You both already know that you’re both mine, so there’s no need to hide anything from each other, or from me.” You explain.

You turn your face towards Ellie. “I already told Tracey, and now I’m going to make it clear to you. I want you to be honest with me. When no one but us three are around, you should tell me the absolute and full truth. Let me know how you are feeling, and what you’re thinking whenever I ask. When it’s especially important, you should tell me things you think I should know before I ask. Do you understand?”

Ellie nods, “Yes, I think so, Sir.”

You smile at her, “Good girl,” and pat her ass firmly. “Now go get me and my pet some snacks. We’ve had a long day at school and I’d like to relax.” You settle down on the couch and pull Tracey down to her knees on the floor in front of you. You can hear Ellie rummaging in the kitchen, as you pull Tracey’s top off over her head, then unhook her bra and slide it down her shoulders and off.

You’re fondling Tracey’s breast and tugging on her nipples, as she moans and gasps, when her mother comes back in with a plate of cheese and fruit. Ellie blushes bright red, at the sight and sound. She tries not to look down, avoiding seeing her daughter’s body being toyed with, as comes closer to you, under the compulsion to bring you the snacks you asked for. Tracey’s face is flushed, too, but it's hard to say how much is embarrassment on her own behalf, how much is in sympathy with her mom, and how much is just excitement from you playing with her tits.

You grin at the obviously uncomfortable older woman. “You’re going to need to get used to seeing your daughter naked… and being naked around her. Put that plate down here.” You pat the couch cushion next to you. Then take off all your clothes, and take your place kneeling next to my pet.” You instruct her in a calm, matter of fact voice.

“Oh god.” Ellie murmurs under her breath. She slides the straps of the dress off her shoulders, and shimmies it down off her body. Her breathing is fast, heavy, and ragged. Her eyes glisten as they fill with tears.

Tracey is panting from your attention to her nipples, you pinch them a little harder and she lets out a high, keening sound.

“Ellie, tell me what you’re feeling now. The truth.” You order.

“I feel… so ashamed. I should be revolted by how you’re treating my daughter, what you did to me, and what you're making me do. I’m… shocked by it, intellectually… but… I’m turned on… worse… fulfilled by it. You’re being an abusive, controlling ass to my child. Why am I so glad that you’re pleased by treating her badly? What kind of mother am I?” your older **** stammers out. As she is speaking, she slips her bra off. Then slides her panties down her shapely legs. Her fit, lithe body is on full display now. Ellie kneels next to her daughter. “I’m so sorry, Tracey, that I’m not better… stronger… that I can’t resist him and protect you.” Ellie’s voice breaks as she sobs. “That I don’t want to resist him.”

Your hands move away from Tracey’s tits, and you start to gently stroke her mother’s breast. They aren’t as firm and perky, but they are full, soft and warm. You cup them, feeling their weight against your palms. You squeeze and knead them. It’s Ellie’s turn to moan, pant and gasp.

You grin at Tracey. “Tell your mom why she doesn’t have to feel bad about not ‘saving’ you, pet.” You unbuckle your belt and open your jeans. “While she shows me how deep she can take my cock.” You smile at Ellie. “I haven’t had your mouth, yet, and I’m betting you have more experience sucking cock and can show your daughter a thing or two. So take my cock out and demonstrate.”

Ellie’s hands move to spread your fly wider open, then tug down your jeans and boxers. Your cock points up towards the ceiling, hard and straining. Ellie’s fingers wrap around the shaft and she strokes it a few times, gripping tighter on the downstroke and loosing on the up. She shuffles closer on her knees. Then she leans in. Her lips part and wrap around the very tip of your cock. It twitches at the touch. Precum oozes from it, and she smears her lips around, painting them with it.

As her mother begins to please you orally, Tracey says in a quiet, consoling voice. “Oh mom…you don’t have to worry. Keeping Master from using me as he pleases isn’t saving me; it would be **** for me. I’m happier as Master’s pet than I’ve ever been in my life.” she laughs. “I was panicked when I thought you were going to take me away from him, even for just a 48 hour psychiatric hold. I need to serve my Master. Need to please him. Or my life has no purpose. I know you can’t resist him, mom. Neither of us can. And you should stop trying to.”

While Tracey is talking, Ellie has been bobbing up and down on your cock, swirling her tongue around the head, then taking it deep into the back of her throat. She slobbers over your shaft, then sucks the thick mix of her saliva and your precum back into her mouth. Her fingers around the base stroke up whenever her head pulls back, making sure every inch of your cock is attended to at all times. The visual of the elegant, trophy-wife-style beauty working on your cock like a whore is almost as incredible as the sensations.

You grab Tracey by the hair and pull her to you for a hard kiss. Your hips buck up and your cock pulses, pumping spurt after spurt of your cum into the back of Ellie’s mouth. “Don’t swallow.” You shout as quickly as you can speak. “Hold it in your mouth.”

You lean forward and grab Ellie’s hair too. You bring mother and daughter’s faces together. “Feed her like a momma bird feeds her baby.”

Tracey tilts her head back and opens her mouth wide. Ellie looks at you with pleading eyes for a moment. A tear rolls down her cheek. The mother leans over and dribbles your cum from between her lips into her daughter’s open, waiting mouth. Tracey waits for the last of it, then swallows. “OH! Thank you Master. I love the taste of your cum,” She squeals in delight.

“Sir… may I tell you how I feel? I feel like it’s important... but it may not be to you.” Ellie asks in a small voice. You nod to her. She swallows nervously. “I’m afraid. I know it’s inevitable... You’re going to expect me to… do even worse things with Tracey. Since we’re both yours to use.” She shivers. “I’m afraid of that. What it will do to us. What it will mean for me… how I see myself as a mother. I already feel like a monster for what we... what I just did, just because you told me to. Doing more... sexually touching my little girl, it's… something that I had never even considered possible before. Something that would have horrified me." She shakes her head. "No, it still horrifies me. But now… I’m even more horrified, and scared… that when you tell me to do it… because you are telling me… I will… I will be… aroused by it. What would that make me?”

Tracey has been watching Ellie’s face as the mother confesses her fears. The girl’s expression is one of concern for her mother, but she licks her lips and her breasts heave in excitement.