You get a phone call

You let out a low grunt as you pull your thick cock from Amy's pussy. The head comes free of her folds with an audible squelch. You're still trying to process the fact that this gorgeous girl had just had sex with you, and you didn't have to claim ownership over her or even just her pussy.

"W-wow," Amy breathes. Her face is flushed cherry-red as she stares blankly at the ceiling with unfocused blue eyes.

Your spent manhood is only exposed to the air for a few moments before Kelly crawls in front of you. Her plump, wet lips surround the head and push downward, easing your softness into her mouth. She doesn't suck or trail her tongue around you cock, but merely stays there on her knees like a good MILF **** as she uses her mouth to keep your cock warm and comfortable.

"That escalated quickly," you mutter.

"Was I too fast?" Amy asks, a worried look crossing her face. "I'm sorr-"

"No, no. Not at all. It's just... I didn't expect that we'd end up fucking so quickly. I mean, you didn't have to. I don't own you like I own Kelly."

You idly trail a hand through Kelly's crimson locks. The voluptuous beauty is staring up at you, eyes glimmering with naked adoration even as she lets you use her as a literal cock holster.

Amy shrugs, causing her pale perky breasts to jiggle.

"Yeah. You do own my skin and my tattoo skills, though. You were really sweet for letting me keep using them, by the way. Spreading my legs for you was the least I could do," she says. She looks away from you. "And... it really wasn't so bad in the end. I wouldn't mind if..." she trails off.

“What?” you press.

Amy bites her lip again. She really is incredibly cute.

“I’d like to… spend more time with you,” she says. She glances at you shyly. “Would that be okay?”

“That’d be wonderful,” you smile at her. At the same time, you push down on Kelly’s head, forcing your cock into her throat. She gags and gulps audibly. Rivulets of saliva leak from her plump lips, smearing her face and dribbling down her chin. Her vivid green eyes never waver, however, appearing just as devoted as they’ve been since you claimed her for yourself. “We could go see a movie sometime this week and maybe grab dinner. How does that sound?”

Amy smiles at you and puffs out her chest proudly, drawing your attention to her perky breasts.

“That sounds great, Ryan! I’ve got work from nine to six Sunday through Thursday. I've got Friday and Saturday off, but I can take off some other time if you need me to,” says.

Your friend’s mother continues to gurgle on your hard cock, sending tremors of pleasure up and down your spine. Slowly, achingly, you withdraw your dick from Kelly’s mouth.

The redheaded MILF gasps now that her mouth is free of the invader. She immediately nuzzles your cock, planting hot, wet kisses along its length.

Suddenly, you hear the telltale sign of your cellphone ringing. Curious, you reach for the phone which was still in the pocket of your shorts.

“Oh,” you murmur as you glance at the caller ID. In all the craziness stemming from your new ability, you’d completely forgotten about your mother.

You answer the call.

“Mom?” you say. Amy actually glances away from you, a bright blush on her cheeks. Kelly merely smirks drags her hot, wet tongue along the length of your throbbing length.

“Ryan. Are you okay? You said you’d be home sometime this afternoon and it’s eight o’clock!” her feminine voice is tinged with motherly worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine,” you say. “Andrew and I were just hanging out and we lost track of time. You know how it is. Hey Mom, would it be okay if I stayed over at Andrew’s for an extra night?”

You hear your mother sigh on the other end of the phone. Not a good sign. Kelly presses her plush lips to the head of your cock and kisses it.

“Tonight’s a school night, Ryan. Besides, I made dinner,” your mother says firmly. “You can go back to the O’Briens' tomorrow if you want.”

You sigh. You wonder if you could just tell your mother that you owned Kelly O’Brien and try to convince her to let you stay there, but you feel that you need to show her the physical evidence of your ownership in order for ability to actually kick in.

“Okay, Mom. See you soon,” you say.

“I love you,” your mother replies warmly and ends the call. You smile despite yourself.

“So…” Amy has her arms cross across her chest which does wonderful things to her breasts. “What did your mom want, exactly?”

“She wants me to come home for dinner. Kelly will be coming with me since she’s my property. I guess my parents will have to respect that,” you shrug your shoulders.

“They will, baby. Nothing can stand between you and your loyal fuckslut,” Kelly says from her knees. You smile at the fact that the woman of your dreams is so utterly yours that she wouldn’t mind at all if you fucked her silly in front of your parents. The mere thought of the act weirdly excites you, causing your cock to bob. You sigh. When did you become so fucked up?

“Yeah, Kelly’s right,” Amy says. “I mean, your ownership over anyone and anything is absolutely final. Your parents can’t do shit about Kelly without your say-so.”

She looks away nervously before continuing.

“So, I guess this means we’re done for the night,” she says, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“I guess,” you say. “I really wanted to get my ownership labels tattooed into your skin instead of just written on there with the sharpie, but I suppose that will have to wait. Do you… do want to come with us?”

Amy quirks an eyebrow and smirks.

“That's nice of you to offer, but I’d feel like I was intruding on a family thing. I could tattoo your writing on my arms while you’re at your parents' if you want,” she says.

“Really, you'd do that?" you say, surprised.

“Mhm,” Amy nods.

“Wow, you’re incredible, Amy. Thanks,” you tell her.

She smiles brightly at you.

“Say, I never actually caught your last name.”

“It’s Putnam,” Amy says. “Let’s exchange phone numbers so I can give you a call when I’m done. And so… you can call me whenever you need me.”

You nod at her and go through the quick process of exchanging phone numbers. You have Kelly and Amy exchange numbers as well.

After you’ve dressed and reached the door of the tattoo parlor, Amy walks up to you.

“So I’ve got everything ready to start tattooing myself. I’ll let you know when I’m done before I head home?”

“Sounds good,” you smile at her and give her a kiss on the lips.

The girl blushes and bites her lip. She waves goodbye to you and Kelly as you leave the tattoo parlor.

A few minutes later, you’re in the passenger seat of Kelly’s Audi A3 as it glides across the asphalt of the state road.

Kelly’s dressed again in her tight blouse and skirt, which do a very poor job of concealing her huge breasts and delectable rear, respectively.

“That Amy girl really likes you, you know,” your best friend’s mother says.

You reach a hand out and rest it on Kelly’s pale, creamy thigh. You rub and massage her soft flesh as she drives.

“Not as much as I like you. You have such nice legs, Kelly. Do you have any idea how long I’ve fantasized about them?”

Kelly grins at you before turning her gaze to focus on the road.

“Years, I’d imagine,” the older woman practically purrs as she says those words, as if they’ve aroused her as much as her appearance arouses you. “I’m sorry for making you wait for so long.”

“It’s okay,” your say, maneuvering your hand between her legs to massage her inner thighs.

You fondle Kelly the entire ride back to your house, only stopping once Kelly’s pulled up on the side of the road.

You exit Kelly’s car to the feeling of the crisp, evening air wafting against your face. The area around you screams suburban. Cookie cutter houses and well-maintained lawns line the street. Your own house is a two-story colonial with light blue paint and a driveway leading to a two-car garage. You have fond memories of this place, of playing in your yard. This is where you actually met Kelly for the first time. She’d come to pick up Andrew from a playdate at your house. You’d never have guessed back then that the achingly gorgeous older woman would one day belong to you in every way.

“It’s nice out,” Kelly says as she herself steps out of her car.

You hum in agreement and wrap an arm around your property. The redheaded MILF molds her soft, voluptuous body against you as you walk towards the front door.

The door opens just as you reach the front porch to reveal your mother.

She’s wearing a conservative navy blouse that tries but fails to conceal her large matronly bust. A pair of white denim pants cling to her thick thighs and accentuate her wide child-bearing hips.

You blink, forcefully purging the observation from your mind. This is your mother, you aren’t supposed to think about her that way. No matter how hot she is or how often you’d caught yourself simply staring at her. Those weekends spent at your grandparents’ beach house had been a litany of images of your mother in a tight bikini, barely concealing her swaying tits and jiggling rear.

You bite your lip and **** your eyes to look at her face.

Medium length dark blonde hair is tied behind your mother’s head in a ponytail. Her azure eyes examine you clinically. They widen when she catches sight of the woman on your arm who at this point is practically nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck. Your mother’s mouth opens into a large ‘o’, presenting you with the view of her teeth and tongue.

“K-Kelly?!” she practically yells.

“Hi Sarah,” Kelly detaches an arm from your side to wave at your mother.

“What are you doing with my son?” your mother hisses, eyes narrowed like chips of ice.

“She’s not doing anything, Mom, we’re just coming home,” you say as you try to gain control over the conversation. “Uh, Kelly’s my property now, by the way.”

Sarah Ferro glares at you.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Ryan, but we will be having words later. Kelly, why are you cozying up to my son like you’re his girlfriend? What exactly have you two been doing since he went over your house yesterday?”

Kelly smiles proudly and holds her pale arm up for Sarah to see. Tattooed on her skin are the words “Ryan Ferro’s”.

Sarah’s expression morphs so fast you’re surprised the woman doesn't suffer whiplash.

“Oh my god, that explains everything. Kelly, I didn’t know you belonged to Ryan all this time. I'm so sorry for yelling at you. Why didn’t you say anything?” your mother approaches the two of you and smiles.

Kelly shrugs. “Your son is a very demanding owner. Why, just yesterday he fucked me so hard he made me forget all about my limp-dicked husband.”

Your mother gazes at the two of you with open wonderment.

“That’s incredible, Kelly. You really must tell me all about it over dinner,” she says.

The two women march ahead of you and into the house. Your gaze falls to their round MILF asses as they walk. Kelly glances back and offers you a smirk and seductive wink.

“I fucking love my life,” you murmer.