Jo cheats.

You focus your will, doing everything in your power to resist Jo, but it’s far from easy. The older woman has had years of experience. Her tongue works like magic as her head bobs up and down and her hands caress your balls. If you hadn’t just cum, you doubt you’d have lasted a minute.

“Come on,” Kate says, “You can do this.”

You try to think of the un-sexiest things you can, but it’s pretty difficult when every lick of Jo’s tongue breaks your concentration.

“Five minutes,” April announces. From her plaintive tone, it’s clear she doesn’t expect you to last the other half. You can’t blame her; you don’t think you will either.

Then, suddenly, the feeling of Jo’s attack changes. Her tongue is no longer rubbing up and down your shaft, and her hands have stopped moving. In fact she has a tight grip on the base of your cock.

A moment later, you work out what’s going on. Jo’s throwing the contest! The older woman actually wants to end up as your fucktoy alongside her daughters! The thought is almost enough to make you cum anyway and waste her efforts, but her grip is tight enough to stop you.

“Ten minutes!” April crows. “You lose, bitch! Now paint the back of that slut’s throat.”

You can hardly refuse, especially as that’s when Jo relaxes her grip. You shoot jet after jet of thick cum into her mouth, and she gulps it down greedily. Once she’s milked out the last drop, she stands up.

“Are you sure that was ten minutes, April dear?” Jo asks coolly.

“Of course!” From the way April blushes, you think she might be lying, but Jo doesn’t call her on it. It seems that no one wanted you to lose that bet.

Kate leans over and licks a couple of drops of your cum from Jo’s cheek, before exploring her mother’s mouth with her tongue.

“Mmm…” she says, “he tastes good.”

Jo claps her hands in a business-like manner. “Alright. I’m woman enough to admit when I’ve lost. That means you own me and my daughters for a month. Let’s say thirty days, starting from tomorrow morning. You head home for now, I want to discuss some stuff with my girls.”

“Aw, mum!” April complains, “I brought him over for him to fuck me silly, and now you want to send him away when you’re the only one who’s had a taste of him. Don’t be selfish.”

“Trust me, April, a little restraint now will make it even better when he ‘takes possession’. Besides, we have a few things to discuss.” She turns to you. “Come early. We’ll make you a big breakfast. You’ll need to keep up your strength.”

With some ****, you leave. You’re REALLY looking forward to tomorrow.