Chapter 2

The pizza hit the spot and the wings were fantastic as always. It was nice to be with my family and I didn’t feel so bad about things, at least for now. What made me a little uncomfortable, while we were eating, was the movie that mom had put on. It was an erotic/ comedy called ‘Exploits of a Young Don Juan’. It was an french/Italian movie where a young man is spending his vacation at his father’s villa. World war one breaks out and all of the men, who have various relationships with the women of the villa, are sent to war. During the course of the movie, he eventually has sexual liaisons with every single woman in the house, including his aunt and his own sister. Enamoring them all to him, to the point that he has them willing to cuckold their male partners.

I was surprised that my mom picked a racy film such as this, but none of the others complained. I was surprised at the effect the movie had on me, despite the fact there was no outright sex shown. In fact the way the various sexual acts that were depicted only added to the atmosphere instead of taking away since they seemed like more believable scenarios than porn tended to depict. I was shocked that I was rationalizing it, given there was incest depicted in it. Those scenes I couldn’t help but feel a little shocked at the way I was feeling as I watched those scenes. Glancing at the women around me, I wasn’t able to read their faces to see how they were feeling about things. The real shock was at the end of the movie, when every single woman at the villa was pregnant, and he was the father, including his aunt and his sister. Every one of them looked forward to his next return from school as each of them were his, regardless of whether they were married or not.

Sarah grabbed a deck of Uno cards, an old ritual of ours during a pizza night, and we spent an hour battling it out. I was thankful as it gave me time for my hard on to go down, though I needed to make sure I got release soon, it was getting a bit painful. With our game concluded, they each got up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I couldn’t help but notice how their unfettered breasts swayed underneath the satin garments they wore, and despite the housecoats they wore, I could see the outline of their hardened nipples. All three left for their respective rooms, and I waited a few minutes to give my new erection time to become less noticeable. I hurried to my room and had a cold.

shower, hoping that would calm me down and went back to bed.

Instead of dreaming of Emily and what happened my mind decided to have me play out scenes from that movie I had seen. I was on my back in the stable with a lithe, curvy woman raising and lowering herself on me. For some reason I couldn’t make out the face of the woman, as it wasn’t that of the woman who played Elisa in that scene. Not to mention the woman was built more like the character of Ursule, with large full breasts capped with mouthwatering areola and thick spongy nipples. Her taut stomach gave way to wide hips, though unlike the Ursule character, this woman was shaved smooth. I could see her engorged labia stretched over me as she worked me in and out of her tight channel. The pleasure was exquisite, and I longed for this to be real, but enjoyed the pleasure regardless. Even when I pulled the woman down to kiss me, her features seemed smudged as our lips met and I felt myself nearing my own completion. Pulling her tight to me I began to thrust up as hard as I could and held myself as deep inside her as I could as I came.

Soon the dream began to blur and the next thing I knew I was waking up to the light of morning creeping through the drapery of my window. I felt rested and better, though as I moved to get up, I found there was dried residue in my boxers saying that I needed to have another shower. I enjoyed the hot water, and wondered what I would do with myself. Thanks to mom’s invitation to stay as long as I needed, she was right that I could take my time to find something. As I dried off, I still couldn’t believe how Valentine’s day had turned out. I wouldn’t let this mess with my head, and vowed to move forward towards whatever it may lead to. I came out of my room to the smell of cooked bacon and sausage filling the air. I walked into the kitchen to find mom and Maggie working together in the kitchen. Both were dressed in t-shirts and shorts like Sarah had worn last night. Again they had the same colors, with mom’s clothes having hints of lavender, while Maggie’s had sky blue.

Mom saw me coming in and smiled, “There is my sleepy head. It is nearly ten in the morning. I was about to send Maggie in to check and see if you were still breathing.”

“Yeah, I guess I needed that,” I said, scratching my head. “I am just glad that I had much better dreams this time around.”

Maggie looked up as she was placing the sausage links on the various plates in front of her with a confused look.

“What do you mean better this time around?” she asked, looking a little concerned. “Is everything okay?”

I took a seat at the breakfast nook, “When Sarah had me rest when I first got here, I dreamt that I saw them in the act, not just heard them. It made me sick to my stomach.”

Mom placed my plate of food in front of me and asked, “So then how did the dream differ last night.”

I blushed a little, uncertain of what I should say and realized that they would tease me about it, but they wouldn’t judge me.

“Well it was the horse stall scene from that movie we watched,” I answered, causing both women to give me a knowing smile. “However, instead of the woman who played the blonde, Elise, it was a curvy woman like the brunette, Ursule. Though this woman looked even better than her, even though I couldn’t see her face at all.”

My mother kissed my nose, “Well it sounds like you have a much better dream indeed. If it helps you move forward from this terrible ordeal, then I hope that there are even more. As for the brunette, the actress is named Serena Grandi, and it seems that she did a lot of these kinds of movies.”

I made the mental note that I would have to look up her work if it were as amazing as that movie had been.

“You enjoy your food little brother,” Maggie said with a warm smile. “We have already had our breakfast and are about to go do our work out. Feel free to join us if you feel up to it.”

I thanked them and they left to get changed, while I enjoyed my breakfast. They had made me over easy eggs, six sausage links, eight strips of thick cut bacon, some potato hash, and a cup of coffee. Not sure of what to do with myself, so I figured why not and headed to get changed. I didn’t really have any gym gear per day, but I had some wife beaters and shorts. Once dressed, I grabbed some sneakers and headed to the gym. Mom had it custom built as she was tired of paying gym fees to have access to all the equipment necessary to maintain her figure as she liked. Mom had ensured that there were three of everything, so that when they were all home, all three women could work out together. I wasn’t exactly a gym rat, since I had been doing very physical jobs since I was fifteen. Due to the heavy labor, I had maintained a decent physique, but I wasn’t sure if that was what I wanted to continue doing.

I would just work out with them today, and maybe they could get me in touch with someone that could give me a routine that would allow me to maintain and even grow my physique a little bit. When I walked in, I found both of them jogging on treadmills. Maintaining a decent stride, causing their matching ponytails to bob in unison. I couldn’t help but notice how their asses moved as they ran but admonished myself for even looking. I walked over to the open treadmill and started it up. I began at a slow pace, spending a few minutes walking at a slow pace to warm up, but then decided that I wasn’t in the mood for a run. Instead I activated the incline and increased it to five degrees before increasing the speed to a slightly brisk pace. The incline engaged me enough to make it a workout without the impact of running. It was nice to just let my mind wander into nothing as I walked, letting my eyes focus on nothing as I went.

After forty-five minutes they began to slow down their machines, so I began to decrease my incline and soon matched pace with them as I slowed down until time was up. There was a lightheaded euphoria that tends to come after a good run or intense walk. Next, they went over to the bench to do some light bench presses and asked me to spot them, since I would be able to handle the weights, they would be using much easier than they would. Mom was the first, setting up her weight and laying down on the bench. As I moved into place, I couldn’t help but notice the way the sports bra adhered to her body, making her already impressive bust seem bigger. I coughed slightly and focused on the bar instead, putting my hands in place just in case I was needed. She slowly began her set, using surprisingly good form, despite the weight on the bar. It seemed like it would be rather heavy and near the end she did seem to struggle a bit, leaving the bar to rest on her heaving bosom.

She pushed through the last few, then asked me and Maggie to remove a bar off each side. We did and then she did the set again. This was repeated one last time and I could see she was achieving failure. She tried three times to finish her last repetition but couldn’t and I reached down to help her lift the bar up. I tried in vain to keep my hands from grazing her bra as I grabbed the bar, but just told myself I had to do this so that I could raise it back up. Mom thanked me and then we set things up for Maggie’s set. Her weights were a little lighter but set up so that it could be staged down like mom’s had. She stood at the side, and I stood in position to assist Maggie when she needed it. As I glanced down, I couldn’t help but compare her to mom and once again admonished myself for my thoughts. Maggie did surprisingly good, but she had trouble completing each set of reps ending two or three shy of her goal.

Next mom asked me to help them with their squats. They would be doing barbell squats and wanted me to follow in case they aren’t able to get up from the squat. I wasn’t sure how this went so they used the empty barbell to demonstrate how she would squat, but I wasn’t sure what I would need to do. That was when Maggie pushed me until I was nearly pressed up to mom.

Maggie stood behind me and said into my ear, “You will follow her squat, as close as possible, to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

I glanced back at her, a little shocked at how close she was and asked, “Do I have to be this close to her though? I am practically spooning her!”

Mom laughed and replied, “It ensures you can snatch it as fast as possible, especially if I lose balance, besides, you won’t be that close to me. There will be no skin-to-skin contact.”

I wasn’t going to argue, but asked Maggie to follow me a little until we were sure that I was doing it right. We loaded up the bar and began the squats. It was fine for the first few, but the close proximity of both of them started to have an effect on me. I wanted it to go down as hard as I could but soon a tent was forming in my shorts, and it was threatening to come into contact with mom. I am not saying I am hung like a horse or anything, but there was only a few inches between us, and her hips moved back towards me a bit when she was down into the squat. I waited for her outburst when the inevitable happened and the spongy head of my cock pressed against her during a squat, but it never came, she just kept with her sets. It did seem like she needed more time before she would come up from the squats and I kept getting more nervous from the contact.