Basketball coaches had wipeboards, or chalkboards to draw out their intended plays to the team on. Football quarterbacks kept a list on their armbands. My moves and predictions in this little game were going according to a perfectly executed button-hook that my two lovers were performing right in front of me.<br/><br/>Sarah never looked so beautiful. Submitting, blindfolded, caressing her son as she took mouthful after mouthful of his cock. I tried to kiss her, tried to encourage for the moment, because I couldn’t hold back that emotion, even if it compromised my position in this little tryst.<br/><br/>He was quicker, however. And tugged me to my feet like the defensive coordinator slapping me into my position on the field so I could have a birds-eye view of the sexual destruction my actions had brought about. The quickness of the motion, of finding my feet from my knees in one swift pull, made me gasp.<br/><br/>I wasn’t meant to play a tight end in this game, however. It was quarterback or nothing at all.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/78ad8a557ad3e87aabc0c910fbcd649d/tumblr_o8osmymy731vw4injo1_250.gif)</div><br/>So while there was a definite power he could have over me, I wasn’t giving it up so soon. Even as he gripped my hair with one hand, and cunt with the other. Even as those lips I knew could bring about the sweetest of orgasms played the evilest of sins against my own. Still, I wrestled control of the board from his grip.<br/><br/>He promised redemption for my actions. The only answer I gave was a sultry smile, and a harsh groan as his digits did their utmost to send me off-kilter. And for a moment, they might have succeeded. For a few heartbeats, the pleasure overrode everything else. And I know it was my moan that echoed between us. Something that was like the ringing of a bell in my ear.<br/><br/><em>Ding ding.</em>Round two. Because I was not ready to succumb so fucking easily to his wants. Or needs.<br/><br/>I had my<strong>own</strong>.<br/><br/>Quicker than should have been possible in this situation - two lovers, finally together, I should be reveling shouldn’t I? - I take my hand off of Sarah and push at his wrist that is buried up to the top of my pussy between my thighs. Dislodging his grip enough so can slip around his body. And sandwich him between mine and his mothers.<br/><br/>“Sarah. Stop sucking.” My voice is carnal. Raspy with emotion. But firm. I know she will obey without question or hesitation. And I keep a hold of his wrist so he can’t find that self-pleasure again while I maneuver to press my breasts with their tight, firm nipples, up against his warm back. I know the grin on my lips will be evident as I press it to the back of his shoulder. Letting my teeth graze his shoulder blade for a moment.<br/><br/>“Who’s going to be punishing who now? You’ll get your turn, baby boy. I’m going to have mine first though.”<br/><br/>My free hand has grazed down his side, come around his body to tickle over that saliva-coated cock and down to cup those heavy balls of his. I want more of his voice. More of his struggling moans. So I tell Sarah to get her mouth back on his cock. Again, my voice is firm. But smoky. Like I had been screaming for hours before this. Like I couldn’t drag in just that last bit of breath needed to keep a steady volumne as I watched her swallow her son’s cock all over again.<br/><br/>“That’s right, sweetie,” I encouraged. “Suck it hard… suck it good.”<br/><br/>The sounds filled the room again as I nestled my hips up to his ass. My hand left his wrist then and played over his forearm. The other left his balls to stroke Sarah’s hair back. Over her blindfold, down her cheek. I put more of my plans into play. I raked my nipples across the expanse of his back. I bit my lower lip, knowing how deep Sarah could and was, taking his cock. I kept my stance over the plate, however. And waited for that perfect pitch timing.<br/><br/>Just when I could feel the shivers start at the base of his spine, just when I knew his muscles were starting to clench with the onslaught of orgasm, I took a grip in Sarah’s hair and tugged her off his cock again.<br/><br/>“Ooooh, that’s quite enough. I want you to tell him what you want next, Sarah. Do you want him to fuck you? Does one of your sluttIy little holes need filling?” I coo’d softly, running my fingertips over her face, over the blindfold, into her hair. Caressing. Loving. “Or do you want him to paint this pretty face with his cum? Maybe your tits? Tell him what you want next, Sarah. Beg for it, pretty girl.”