Play Acting : Mommy’s Threesomes 10

My husband and I help my daughter Ellen with a line-reading, but soon find out the nature of the scene isn’t exactly the fun sitcom-like scenario that we expected.

It gets racier and racier until Ellen is directed to undress alongside her female co-star: me!  Read as the three of us commit to our roles in the most debauched example of method-acting that you’ve ever seen!

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“Okay,” Ellen said, and she returned to her yoga pose, thrusting her hips up off the mat with her shoulders buried in it.

Now her pussy glistened.  It was clear that the events of the past few minutes had had an effect on her.  Shit, it had had an effect on all of us.

Tom had spotted it too.  He was stroking his chin as he watched it.  His cock remained as stiff as ever.

“You join me on the floor, Mom,” Ellen said.

“What do I do?” Tom asked.

“Watch us.”

I joined Ellen in that exact pose.  The pair of us pointed our pussies right at Tom.  Shit, I think any guy would have found it difficult to control himself.

“The script, Mom,” Ellen said.

I grabbed it and held it above me, scanning the page for my line.  “Do you like what you see?”

“I love what I see,” Tom said, going off-script.

“You want a closer look,” Ellen said.  “That’s what you say, Daddy.”

“Oh,” he cleared his throat.  “I’d like a closer look.”

“Come and get it,” Ellen said.

There was a silence afterwards as we all read the stage-direction.

“This is where you eat my pussy,” Ellen said.

Tom was reticent.  “We can’t do that bit, can we?”

“It’s method-acting, Daddy.”

“That seems like a step too far,” he said.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to,” I snarked.

“It’s not you eating my pussy, Daddy.  It’s Anthony eating Gretchen’s pussy.”

“Much better,” Tom joked.

“Just get in there,” I told him.

“Perhaps you’d like to give me some direction?” he replied.

I looked across at Ellen who shrugged.  “Actors often take direction from others.”

“Show me what I should be doing,” Tom said to me.

“You’ve eaten pussy before, Tom.”

“Refresh my memory.”

His tongue was firmly in his cheek, but I wasn’t about to let him have the upper-hand.  There was a deeper game that Tom and I were playing now, and Ellen was just a prop amidst it.  It was a battle of nerves.

I broke from the pose and sat up.  “It’s just like this,” I told him, and without ceremony I got on all-fours and put my face right between my daughter’s legs.

Ellen let out a wail of pleasure.

“Do you like that, Gretchen,” I teased.

“Oh, Mom,” Ellen whimpered.

“Stay in character, honey,” I told her with a smirk.

I guessed from Tom’s silence that he was in disbelief.  My ass was pointed right towards him as I ate our daughter’s pussy under the guise of ‘acting.’

“Are you making notes, Tom?” I asked.

I pulled at her flesh and tasted the sweet cream that Tom’s cock had teased out of her.  She was wet before I even covered her in my saliva.  She wasn’t fooling me.

“Get in here, honey,” I told him.

I looked back to see him slowly jerking his cock as he watched, mesmerized.

“This scene doesn’t call for that,” I teased.  “But I’m sure Ellen will let it slide.”

“What?” she asked.

“Your Daddy, jerking his big, hard cock.”

“We—we can use that,” she said.  “We need that kind of energy.”

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