Let the MILF sex games begin!

“Hannah’s got a point, John was going to fuck us anyway, so making it more fun doesn’t sound so bad.” Amelia shrugged and looked at her mother.

Evelyn was equally on board and with the both of them in agreement your mother and Miriam gave in as well.

“I guess that makes sense then.” Miriam smiled in defeat and looked to your mother

“Maybe we should take this to our place then.” Your mother, much like Miriam appeared still on the ropes, but figured there was no harm in playing into your kinky game, “We’re probably going to be making a lot of noise and we should let Alan sleep.”

No one had any problem with that, so after slinging Gladys back over your shoulder, you and the five still conscious women headed back to familiar ground to play your perverted game.

“So, you mentioned penalties…” Your mother groaned once you were outside, “... what exactly did you have in mind.”

“Nothing absurd I hope.” Miriam quipped.

“Something kinky I assume.” Amelia added.

“I was thinking, the first time you pass you’ll have to let the person you refused write whatever they want on you. Second pass and I get to control your wardrobe for a full week. Three strikes and you’re my sex pet for a full week. Minus Hannah of course.”

That was your real goal for this game. Playing a kinky game sounded fun, but more than that, you were practically salivating at the idea of getting these women to ‘lose themselves’ to you in a game. It would’ve been one thing to just take them, but this way you felt the blame could be shifted onto each of them for some delicious reactions.

“You’re not even going to pretend anyone else is meant to have fun, are you?” Your mother scoffed as she lead everyone into your home.

“Hah… I’m not sure if me and my mom can be sex pets for a whole week.” Amelia clicked her tongue and groaned, “I mean, we were planning on leaving tomorrow.”

“I guess you both will have to avoid passing three times then.” You gave a dark chuckle as you dropped Gladys to the floor.

Evelyn and Amelia looked a bit apprehensive, but if they had any reservations, they didn’t saying anything.

Now that you were home you had another idea though, and rushed into the kitchen to bring back your small stockpile of various liquors and a couple six packs you had stashed away. After all, what went better with loose women than ****?

“How about we mix in a bit of drinking into the game too?”

“Oh dear, I’m not sure if I can handle much **** at my age.” Miriam shook her head with a good natured smile.

“I hear that…” Evelyn nodded and glanced towards her **** mother, who was ass up on the floor.

“That’s just part of the fun!” You loudly proclaimed, taking a good long look at Gladys as well.

Your mother eventually sighed,

“I guess if you really want to fuck a bunch of sloppy drunks that’s your prerogative.”

“Well… I guess that’s fair” Miriam conceded, but didn’t look particularly excited, “if John likes drunk women, I suppose I can do that for him.” Her eyes drifted over to Gladys’ blacked out form and she took a deep breath.

“Alright, everyone, uh, other than Hannah, get naked and get on your knees, I’ll be right back.” With that you rushed out of the room.

A few minutes later you found what you were looking for, a permanent marker and some petroleum jelly, just in case. When you came back, all five contestants in your MILF game were stark naked and on their knees, their clothes scattered about the living room.

You’d barely been gone two minutes, but they’d all gotten into full swing gossiping about who knows what, even Hannah was excitedly chirping away. When you dropped your pants and exposed your rock hard cock they all fell silent though. Hannah sucked in a deep breath and everyone else seemed frozen in shock, and then your mother spoke up with a smile,

“Everyone ready then?”

“Just need to give everyone a number for their turn.” You popped the cap off the pen and stomped over to your kneeling mother.

She looked up at you in confusion, her eyes flicking between your cock, which was inches from her face, your pen, and then over to Hannah who had her phone out presumably with the list of names already on it. She opened her mouth, perhaps to mention just that, but you grabbed her by the chin, squeezed her cheeks and **** her head upwards. Your mother squeaked in shock as you manhandled her face, and a moment later, you had marked her forehead with a large, black number ‘one.’

“Did you really need to do that?” Miriam hummed, narrowing her eyes in a sympathetic wince as your mother finally thought to wriggle away from you, far too late.

You descended on her next, grabbing your girlfriends mother by her hair before she could so much as gasp. When she saw the pen coming she tried to turn away and say something, but you tightened your grip on her hair, wringing a squeal from her and marked her forehead with a conspicuous ‘two.’

“Of course! This is the best way to keep track of everyone.” You grinned maliciously down at Miram and slapped her face with your cock a few times before releasing her.

“May as well let him do what he wants.” Your mother let out an audible sigh, her eyes drifting down to your meat, “He’s clearly getting some excitement out of this, and we pretty much agreed to be his toys here anyways.”

Miriam didn’t look any happier, but she settled back down on her heels and kept her mouth shut.

Evelyn and her daughter were far more complacent, seeing what you wanted and hearing your mother’s rationalization.

Evelyn calmly accepted it when you bent her head back with a yank down on her hair and marked her with a ‘three.’ Amelia went the extra mile and turned her face up towards you as far as she could, but it still didn’t stop you from holding her still with a firm hand around her cheeks and giving her a ‘four’ on her forehead.

Lastly was Gladys, still out cold and in an inelegant heap face down. You marched right up to her, lifted her face off the ground by her hair and drew a sloppy ‘five’ on her forehead before dropping her back to the carpeted floor without a hint of concern.

“There we go, and I can be number six, and after me Hannah.”

Meanwhile, Hannah was already tapping at her phone.

“Okay, so first up is Erin, and… you got number five... Gladys”

“Um… how does this work?” Your mother scoffed and stared at the blacked out woman.

“Hey! Gladys! Wake up!” You stomped over to her and gave her ass a solid crack across one cheek.

The older woman grunted and shifted a little, but beyond that stayed out cold.

“I guess this means you get to write something on her.” You grinned and presented your mother the permanent marker.

“Oh boy!” Your mother tried to sound playful, but failed at hiding her malicious joy at the prospect.

“My mother’s been a bit of an issue, huh?” Evelyn winced.

“It’s not your fault!” Your mother quickly reassured, “But, yeah… she’s nosy, and arrogant, and always has something snooty to say.” Your mother gave a heavy sigh as she remembered some event, before she glared at Gladys, “I’ve got an idea.”

Your mother crawled over and lifted Gladys’ head, taking a cue from you and mercilessly yanking her up by her hair, and then across her cheek wrote, ‘Glory Hole’ with an arrow pointing at her mouth,

"Rude biddy wouldn’t be able to talk so much trash if she had your cock down her throat.” Your mother gave you a tight lipped smile.

“Next is mom.” Hannah murmured and tapped at her phone, “You got a three... Evelyn.”

“Ooh… I think I’ll pick truth.” Evelyn hummed nervously, with a smile plastered on her face.

“Alright then.” Miriam took a deep breath and rubbed her bare thighs, “How about… how did you lose your virginity?” Miriam’s cheeks grew pink at her filthy question, but she glanced over to you, taking a good long look at your rock hard cock, as if that took some of the blame off her.

“Oh boy… well… it was in high school… with my husband… in a janitor's closet.”

“I think that’s everything you needed to say.” Amelia interrupted, her face stern and pink, her arms crossed.

“Well Amelia, you’re next and you rolled… Gladys.”

“Grandma, huh?” Amelia sighed in relief, “I guess this just means you’re going to pick out her outfits for the next week then?” Amelia looked to you with a pink faced smile.

“Well, I think I should be fair before I decide that.” You smiled apologetically, then gave Gladys’ ass another vicious smack and shouted her name… to no real response, “I guess so.”

“Okay, but Gladys is next… so… how are we doing this?” Your mother questioned.

“Well I could just take her as a **** now… but that seems a bit mean, doesn’t it?”

“Sounds fine to me….” Miriam muttered.

Apparently there was some bad blood there too.

“You know, I think it’d be fitting if we all drank on her turn.” You chuckled and divied up one of the six packs.

“Oh boy, I had my fair share to drink already tonight, I’m not sure how much of this I’m going to be able to take before I wind up like that….” Evelyn glanced at her mother with a shake of her head, but accepted the drink all the same.

Amelia scoffed and mentioned her predicament was similar, but she was young enough that she didn’t particularly mind. Hannah just chuckled, and tucked her hair behind her ear when you handed her a beer.

After everyone had their drink and took a hearty swig, you were up next.

“Okay. John you got four, Amelia.”

“Eesh… I feel like a dare from you would be relatively tame… so dare.”

“Alright Amy, how about you tongue punch your grandma’s fart box.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Amelia shouted and buried her face in her hands “Don’t ever say those words in that order again or I’ll find you!”

Despite her reprimanding, Amelia crawled over to Gladys all the same and buried her face between her grandmother’s cheeks.Your ring made an act like that between two mothers mere entertainment for you and nothing more, regardless of their relation to each other.

“Well… I got… mom…” Hannah let out a wince and lowered her phone. Her good humour from moments ago gone as she now looked conflicted.

“Okay… uh… truth?”

Hannah squeezer her eyes shut and rushed out,

“How did you lose your virginity?”

She had taken the cowards way out and just used her own mother’s question against her.

“I’m going to pass.” Miriam quipped without missing a beat.

Even if this perverted game was by your design, being asked that by her own daughter, not within the scope of your ring, was clearly too much for her.

“Oh thank god.” Hannah mumbled.

“Oh, oh! You gotta take a shot then and let Hannah write on you!” You shouted tauntingly and grabbed up some of the strongest stuff you could find.

“A shot?” Miriam winced.

“C’mon, ma’am, it’s a penalty!” You chuckled handing her the shot.

“I suppose that’s fair.” Miriam accepted the drink with a grim smile, and downed it in one go, before scowling and shivering, “Heavens! That doesn’t go down as easy as I thought it would.”

“Now you’ve gotta write something on her.” You smiled to your girlfriend.

“Well how about… uh… whore?”

“Boo!” Amelia sat back up from her grandmother’s asshole and wiped some spit from her chin.

“You gotta stay down there until your next turn.” You quickly reprimanded, sending Amelia back to eating her grandmother’s ass, “But I agree, you can do better than that, can’t you?”

“Okay, fine...um….” Hannah looked thoughtful for a while longer, truthfully it didn’t take long before she started to look uncomfortable and you knew she had figured one out, but it took some prodding before she finally blurted out, “Udders?”

“That’s an adorable name for you!” You laughed and squeezed Miriam’s ample chest and presented the pen to Hannah.

Miriam just chuckled weakly, and looked away, her cheeks growing red.

“Could… um, you do it?” Hannah mumbled.

It would’ve been nice to see her do it herself, but you didn’t have the power to push her too hard, so you happily accepted her request and wrote ‘Udders’ in large letters across Miriam’s chest.

“Erin’s next and you got Evelyn.” Hannah sighed with relief and quickly tried to move on.

“Uh, truth again.” Evelyn winced.

“Okay…I guess… hmm, what’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” You mother clearly felt she picked an easy one, because she didn’t have a hint of of embarrassment.

Clearly she was the only one that thought that though, because Evelyn went going rigid at the question and furrowed her brow,

“I… didn’t want to pass this early… but I’m going to have to. Give me a shot and tat me up!”

You gladly gave her a drink, which she downed with little trouble beyond blinking back some tears.

“Alright, but fair warning, I’m just doing this for my son.” Your mother warned as she drew closer to Evelyn’s stomach.

“I won’t take it personally.” Evelyn smiled.

A minute later and Evelyn had ‘Cum-Dump’ written across her stomach with an arrow pointing towards her crotch.

There was a smattering of teasing, of both Evelyn, and your mother, even you were surprised at her imagination. Before long though, the game was set back on track.

“Okay mom, You got Amelia.” Hannah announced, poking at her phone.

Amelia happily sat back from her grandmother's ass, rested on her heels and tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment,

“I think I’ll go with truth this time.”

“Well… I hardly know anything about you, so there’s a lot I could ask… but this game seems to have a very specific goal….” Miriam glanced you way before taking a deep breath, “How about, where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?”

That was a little on the head there, but you couldn’t deny you were interested in the answer.

Amelia's face went blank and she started to shift uncomfortably, glancing over at her mother more than a few times. You were just waiting for her to pass, but then she hunger her head and muttered,

“In my mom’s bed. Back when I was in high school and she was throwing a dinner party.”

It was becoming abundantly clear to you that just because this perverted game was your idea, that didn’t mean anyone was overly comfortable with thinking up and acting out any idea that didn’t come from you..

“Okay! My turn.” Evelyn chirped, her face going red at the revelation, but it wasn’t like she could do anything about it.

“Yeah, you got… me.” Hannahshrugged and smiled weakly at finally being thrust into the game

“Alright, I got a good one. What’s your favourite sex position? Or just one you want to try with John?”

Hannah’s eyes went wide, and her gaze rapidly flicked between you, her mother and Evelyn, before she eventually scrunched her eyes up and wrinkled her nose,

“Just… uh… regular sex?”

“Uh huh…” Evelyn smirked and rolled her eyes, “I’m asking how exactly do you want him to sex you up though.”

“I’m not sure if that’s appropriate.” Miriam jumped to the defence of her daughter.

“Oh don’t be like that, it’s part of the game, if she doesn’t like it she can take the penalty like the rest of us.” Evelyn cooed.

“Yes… well… I thought we agreed to go easy on her.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s just for dares.” Amelia scoffed, defending her mother.

Hannah put an end to any further discussion when she poured herself a shot and downed it with a practiced ease.

“Ah! That’s too bad!” Evelyn let out a chuckle.

Miriam appeared pleased, and Hannah let out a sigh of relief.

“Now I should write on you… I guess?” Evelyn looked to you for confirmation.

“Now that’s definitely too far!” Miriam squeaked, “It’s all well and good if John wants to get off by writing demeaning thing’s on us, but Hannah –”

“Mom! It’s fine!” Hannah cut her mom off, holding her head in one hand, clearly embarrassed by her mother trying to fight a battle for her, "I’m a big girl, I can take a bit of body writing.”

With that seemingly decided, Evelyn rolled up Hannah’s shirt and in a merciful act, wrote in small letters, just below Hannah’s bra, ‘fuck me.’ You managed to see this despite having to look away to appease Miriam and your mother.

“A-alright.” Hannah coughed nervously and quickly tried to move on, “Amelia, you got John.”

Now that her turn rolled around, Amelia sat up straighter and put on a wolfish smile,

“Since everyone else is doing it, truth.” You shrugged with a smile.

“Alright, John, what’s the first thing you want to do with Hannah once you get her in the bedroom?” She clearly thought she had you cornered.

Hannah’s face immediately went bright red and both your mother’s gasped at the audacity of the question, but you decided to answer anyways, Amelia’s arrogant smirk spurring you on.

“It’s hard to pick, she looks so good, but I’d love to get my dick down her throat.”

Hannah’s face was so red she looked ready to pop, but her attention was glued to her mother with an expression of horror.

“John!” Miriam and your mother shouted in unison, looking appalled.

“Hey! It’s part of the game you both agreed to play! If you don’t like it fine! You can just take your penalty’s now and I’ll keep you as fuck pets for a week!” You fired off on them without hesitation.

After all, they were the ones that rationalized their way into playing this game, it wasn’t your fault they didn’t consider thing’s might stray from the MILF’s.

They both worked their mouths wordlessly for a minute, before exchanging a glance and looking defeated.

“You’re right, I didn’t mean to ruin the fun.” Your mother sighed.

Miriam met your eyes and looked conflicted for a moment longer before finally hanging her head,

“Me neither…. Just... I guess I just didn’t expect the game to take such a filthy turn….”

You had to bite back a laugh at how she only now considered thing’s filthy, now that her daughter had become involved with you rather than any of them.

“Well if you want to keep playing, its Gladys turn now….” You gave the woman another hard smack on her reddening backside, and got the predictable result, and everyone took another deep drink.

“Okay… you got… um… mom.” Hannah smiled at you, and then her mother but wasn’t able to look either of you in the eye.

“...Dare.” Miriam declared flatly after a moment’s thought.

“Hmm… what should I make you do….” Your mind was pack to bursting with all sorts of perverted ideas, but her outburst made you want to push her a little bit beyond mere sex, “You know what, I dare you to run down the street and back, naked.”

“I… naked?” Miriam pursed her lips, “In public? What if someone sees?”

“It’s night, and it’s just for a bit of fun.” You gestured towards your meat for emphasis.

“Y-yes, but if someone does see me they won’t know that! Think of the rumours! I think I’ll take my penalty.”

While you were surprised how quickly she refused you, despite your ring, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you poured her a shot. Yeah it was disappointing that she had refused, but now that you could control her outfit for an entire week, you could make he run around naked without too much trouble. You were certainly expecting some resistance, but your ring combined with her own agreement to your terms would likely squash any real attempt at rebellion.

“And I got uh, Gladys.” Hannah frowned at the **** woman.

You gave her another hearty spank to no reaction.

“Guess I’ve got myself my first sex pet for a week!” You giggled triumphantly, your cock twitching in anticipation.

Just then you were struck by a devilish idea, and squatted down near Gladys’ plump back end and grabbed the permanent marker, then in wide, sweeping strokes, covered one of her cheeks with the words; ‘Property of John Doe’ in capital letters.

“Grandma’s not gonna like that tomorrow.” Amelia chuckled with a shake of her head.

“Erin rolled my mom.” Hannah sighed, tapping at her phone.

“Truth.” Miriam didn’t hesitate this time, perhaps expecting an easier time.

“Okay… well… who’s cock is bigger, your husband’s or my son’s?”

Miriam fell silent, her eyes glued to your cock. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hannah had sat up straighter in her seat and pretended to suddenly be incredibly interested in her phone, despite her frequent, less than subtle glances at your cock.

Finally, Miriam swallowed hard and barely above a whisper mumbled,

“John easily.”

You heard your girlfriend let out a little squeak, but as soon as you looked in her direction she was tapping at her phone and announcing loudly,

“Mom rolled Erin.”

“Well now it’s my turn!” Miriam squwaked proudly, her cheeks bright red as she tried her best to avoid looking at you.

“I pick truth.” Your mother chuckled to herself.

“Perfect! How do you see your son as a man?”

“Huh? He’s a fine respectable young man… if not a little rough around the edges.” Your mother gave Hannah a wink at that, but seemed a bit confused by Miriam’s question.

“No that’s not what I meant! I mean a man like… a lover.” Miriam leaned in and whispered.

“Oh come on! Don’t be petty Miriam I was just playing the game!” Your mother puffed out her chest and looked enraged.

“And so am I!” Miriam huffed back.

“Asking me if I see my son as a lover is vile and rude! He can just fuck me whenever he wants! That does not make him my husband!”

“Well you could’ve just said you don’t see him that way!”

“Okay! I don’t see my son as anything other than a casual fuck! Happy?”

“After that rant I don’t think I believe you!”

“Are you kidding –” Your mother deflated, her comeback dying in her throat as she glanced around the room to see almost everyone was a bit uncomfortable at the sudden argument devolving from a friendly game. Her eyes fell on you, then your cock, and finally back up to Miriam who was red faced and frowning, finally she let out a sigh, and much more calmly muttered, “You’re drunk aren’t you?”

Miriam just turned her head and scoffed.

“Fine, if you don’t believe me, that’s your problem. I’m not going to ruin this game though, so I’ll take my penalty like an adult.” Your mother shook her head and gestrued for you to pour her a shot.

“This means I get to write on you too!” {miram} loudly declared, being a wholly ungracious winner.

You mother grimaced at the drink and seemed to hold it at Miriam’s words, but thought better than to bite back. Miriam either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, and gleefully dove towards your mother's chest to write across her entire body, ‘Mommy Slut’ just over her breasts.

“Fantastic….” Your mother groaned glaring down at her chest, while Miriam giggled victoriously.

“O-okay… well Evelyn rolled a two, so my mom.”

“I’m not doing that again, I’ll take a dare this time. Miriam stated boldly.

The **** must’ve been loosening her inhibitions, because Miriam was a fairly reserved woman, and so far she’d take more dares than anyone else.

“Dare, huh…?” Evelyn looked around the room with a wince, still clearly uncomfortable with the argument, then her eyes fell on your cock, “How about you give John a titjob?”

“Haha, easy!” Miriam scoffed and crawled over to you before pressing her chest up against your crotch.

Despite her recent tiff with your mother had sparked with a simple question about your cock, Miriam didn’t hesitate to squeeze her tits together around your meat and slowly bounce them up and down. Quite the contrary actually, her attention seemed glued to your cock now. Looking at the top of her head, it was difficult to tell, but you’d almost say she was admiring your cock slipping in and out of her tits.

You could hear Hannah let out a sigh, the situation more or less diffused, your mother giving in, and Miriam distracted by an ‘easy’ dare. As a mother, giving you a titjob was just part of the job description.

“Amelia rolled Gladys….” Hannah mumbled as she glanced over at your mother, then flashed Evelyn a thankful smile.

“Oh boy, another freebie! But… uh… she’s already gone through three penalties? Does that mean she’s out or what?”

“That wouldn’t be very much fun… how about I just double the penalties for every one past three?”

“So.. two shots and….”

“Her sentence as my sex pet is twice as long.”

“Jeez, high stakes for a coward in this game, huh?” Amelia smiled sympathetically at her grandmother.

You smiled too, but weren’t nearly as sorry. Everything was going as planned.

Next was Gladys turn, and everyone took a drink, this time the tipsy Miriam drained everything she had left with a satisfied gasp, before going back to bouncing up and down, with her tits wrapped around your cock.

“This time you rolled me….” Hannah shrugged her shoulders at you, “I guess dare?”

You took a second to look around the room, thinking of something you could make her do that wouldn’t be obscene. You didn’t have magical power over her, and she was still your girlfriend, no matter how recent, you wanted to be nice, but at the same time, you wanted it to add to the game you started.

“I...dare you… to worship your mother’s feet.” You settled with a grin.

“Now John!” Your mother groaned.

“Hey, it’s just feet, all in all pretty tame.” You scoffed, patting Miriam on the head, causing her to glance up at you, “She can say yes, or take a shot and let me pick out her outfits for the next week.”

As soon as you said that, Hannah let out a snort and got to her feet,

“I’ve seen how you dress yourself, I’d rather lick my mom’s feet.” She smirked at you and stuck out her tongue before confidently striding behind her kneeling mother and getting on her stomach.

Once face to feet though, she began to hesitate, grabbing her mother's foot and lifting it from the floor, then just stared at it for a moment before swallowing hard then she stuck out her tongue and haltingly brought her face close. You were honestly expecting her to back out any second, but then she brushed the tip of her tongue across her mother’s sole and sent Miriam forward, giggling into your pelvis,

“O-oh! Sweetie! That tickles!”

“Mom! Can you not talk while I’m doing this!” Hannah snapped, going red in the face.

Miriam instantly looked considerably more sober and slowly nodded then turned back and focused intensely on her titjob.

Hannah took a deep breath, and glanced up at you. Once you smiled at her she donned a look of determination and stuck out her tongue again, this time committing and giving Miriam’s sole a long lap, from toe to heel, tickling her mother far less this time. She was still red in the face, but gave you a triumphant smirk, perhaps confirming that even if she didn’t like the thought of worshipping her own mother’s feet, the actual taste wasn’t bad despite the general rap feet got.

Hannah then tapped at her phone on the floor beside her and let out a snort,

“I rolled you.”

You had to press Miriam against your stomach and lean over her to glance at the phone, but Hannah proudly showed you the ‘six’ her app had rolled and smirked at you.

“Umm... dare I guess?” Your reasoning was she’d probably cause less damaged with an action, since you could fuck most of the people in the room.

“I dare you to run up the street naked.”

You guessed wrong.

“Ouch! I’ll take my shot I guess.”

“I also get to write on you! Mom, move over!” Hannah exclaimed, getting on her knees, collecting the pen, and pushing her mother away from your cock.

Miriam just smiled awkwardly beside her daughter, who was resting on her heels and leaning forward placing your cock just inches from her face while she wrote something on your stomach just above your crotch. Hannah was working to be an artist, and she was showing her talents right here. She was taking her sweet on drawing large, complex, flowery letters. It took even longer when you realized she was pausing to ‘subtly’ check out your meat every few seconds.

Finally, after two minutes or so she finally announced she was finished as she was putting the last few strokes on it. When you looked down you saw she had written ‘STUD’ just above your crotch and was currently drawing a pair of arrows that looped out to the sides and came back towards your cock. You were pleased with what she picked, but she of course had to go artsy with it so it wound up lessening the effect, making it look almost sarcastic. You happened to like the simple arrows much more, especially since they ended so close to your cock that when she was ending the last one she wound up brushing the back of her hand against your meat. It was soft and warm, and honestly pretty sweaty.

You couldn’t stop your cock from twitching in excitement, tapping your girlfriend on the nose, leaving just a spot of pre-cum her mother had started to squeeze out with her tits.

“Ah! John, Hannah!” Miriam squeaked in shock, despite her ruddy complexion, she looked stone cold sober, and horrified.

“Hey, not my fault. Even if I’m packing, the range on this thing is still limited. You can’t blame me if I take someone’s head off with it.”

At your comment about size, Miriam’s jaw snapped shut and she somehow went several shades more red, and started to push her daughter out of the way so she could squeeze her tits around your cock again. Despite her proximity, she seemed too focused on ignoring what you said that she didn’t hear her daughter mutter,

“I’d like to see you try to take my head off.”

It was far bolder than you ever thought Hannah would ever be, but somewhat predictably, her face was almost as red as her mothers. And rather than shoot you a seductive wink like you felt a line like that should’ve been followed by, she was biting her lip to fight a smile, before she buried her face into her arm under the guise of wiping your pre-cum from her nose.

“Don’t forget to get back to sucking your mom’s toes, unless you want to take another penalty.” You reminded Hannah, sobering her up a little.

You were certainly having fun this far, but when you came up with the idea for this game you were hoping for it to devolve into an orgy. Unfortunately, unless you were giving the orders, everyone else was too cowardly to do anything overly kinky. Your ring only lead them far enough to accept this game was a good idea, not that daring each other to eat eachother out was a perfectly acceptable activity.

That being said, the **** you brought into play seemed to be fixing that little problem, slowly but surely. Even Hannah seemed to want your dick now.

The only question now was; did you want to keep playing this game? You still liked the idea of seeing how these MILFs felt about losing their freedom through their own actions and decisions, rather than just taking them. And if you kept going you saw some potential in doing something with Hannah. On the other hand, you could just cut your losses and do whatever you want with them now, there wasn’t much of a downside to that idea, other than the fact you wasted a shit ton of time here.