In the morning, you'll go to Tracey's for breakfast

Early the next morning, your alarm goes off. You text Tracey to come pick you up, then struggle out of bed. You’re famished, so you go down to the kitchen and eat a yogurt and a banana. It barely makes a dent in your hunger. You text Tracey again and tell her to let her mom know you’re going to want a big breakfast ready when you get there. Then again, to get Ellie’s number so you can contact her directly. You pull on the clothes you wore yesterday and grab a clean change so you can shower and get dressed at their house before you go to school.

Tracey pulls up in front of your house, and you hurry out and climb into her mom’s SUV. “Good morning, Master,” she says cheerfully. She’s wearing her pink collar, short shorts that show off her long legs, and a tight tee shirt that makes it obvious that she’s braless, and her nipples are poking up stiff under the thin cotton.

You lean across to kiss her and grope her tit. She moans and arches her back, pressing her warm, firm breast into your squeezing hand. You pinch her nipple through the shirt before you sit back in your seat and buckle up. “Let’s go,” you tell her.

When you reach her house, Tracey pulls into the garage and hits the remote to roll the door down. She hops out and strips off her tee and shorts before going through the door into the house. You follow her into the kitchen, where Ellie is standing at the stove, naked except for her collar. “Good morning, Sir,” she says with a big smile. “There are pancakes ready for you, and I’ll start your eggs now. I didn’t want them to get cold. Trace, the pancakes are in the oven to keep warm, would you serve them to Master? Oh! Mmmmm…”

That yelp and moan was due to you walking behind her as she was cooking, smacking her ass, then grabbing it hard. She wiggled her tight ass as you gripped it. You kiss her bare shoulder and the side of her neck, then take a seat at the table, where Tracey is placing a big plate of pancakes.

She leans down to nuzzle your ear and whispers, “What do you desire on your tall stack, Master?” in a husky voice.

“Butter and syrup on the pancakes. Your mouth on my dick, Pet,” you chuckle.

Tracey lets out a delighted squeal, then butters your pancakes and pours syrup on them. Once she gets your nod, letting her know there’s enough syrup, she crawls under the table. Her fingers tug down the zipper of your fly, slip inside, encircle your stiff shaft, and pull it out.

Her slippery, warm tongue laps up your shaft and swirls around the head. Then her lips slide down, enveloping your cock. It strains and throbs in her mouth, and she moans around it.

You’re too distracted by the incredible sensation to eat at first. Then you remember how hungry you are. You start wolfing down the pancakes as Tracey slurps on your shaft. Soon, Ellie leans over you from behind and places a plate with four eggs in front of you.

“Do you want me under the table, too, Sir?” she asks, sounding eager.

You shake your head. “No. On the table, spread your legs,” you say around a mouthful of food. You tap the table to the left of your plates. She sits on the edge of the table and spreads her thighs apart, revealing her glistening cunt to you. You eat with your right hand and slide the middle finger of your left deep inside her warm, wet hole.

Ellie leans back on the table. Her legs quiver, and her hips rock, humping against the motion of your finger as you work it in and out. “Sir… oh god… I’m gonna cuuuuummm…” she wails, and her hips buck.

You feel her pussy clench, and warm fluid flows around your finger and drips down her ass onto the table. You shovel more food into your mouth and barely chew before you swallow. “Switch,” you order your mother and daughter slaves. “Maid under the table and suck. Pet, up here. Stand next to me.”

Ellie moves shakily, but hurries to obey, slipping off the table then moving to her knees to crawl under it and between your leg. Her mouth replaces her daughter’s and she takes you deep into the back of her throat. Gagging and **** sounds come from under the table.

Tracey stands on your left, as you told her. You slide your hand up the back of her thigh, then slap her ass hard. “Bend over and lick up your mother’s mess, Pet,” you tell her. She bend forward at the waist and drags her tongue through the smear of wetness Ellie left as she slid from the table.

You smack her buttock again, hard enough to leave a red handprint on her smooth, white ass. She jumps and yelps. “Keep licking,” you snarl, and land another stinging slap on her ass cheek.

She nods and continues to lap over the table surface, even though there are no more of her mother’s juices there. You smack her ass again. She groans and dances back and forth on her tiptoes but keeps licking.

You lose control. Your cock pulses and jets your jism into the back of Ellie’s mouth. She’s taken by surprise, coughs, and sputters but then concentrates and controls her breathing. She strokes up on your shaft, milking the last of your cum into her mouth. She doesn’t stop sucking, trying to hold your cum and your spent shaft in her mouth.

“Share with your daughter,” you tell her. She slips her mouth off your softening cock and moves out from under the table. She stands, takes Tracey by the shoulders, guides her to stand straight, and kisses her deeply. The mother and daughter slide their cum coated tongues in and out of each other’s mouths. You can see they are glancing at you from the corners of their eyes, to see if you are enjoying their show. “Good girls,” you say approvingly. “Now you can swallow.”

They do as they are told, then stand watching you eat. Tracey slips her arm around her mother’s waist as they wait for your next command.