Chapter 9: Jules organizes Justin’s 18th birthday bash

My birthday is in summer; school was over, my school friends were moving on to jobs or higher education.

My mother came to visit, which was great; she’d become a bit famous by then, a milf porn queen. She now had big tits and big hair, but under that she was still my mom.

“Are you happy here with Jules?” she asked me when we were out for lunch together, “I’m doing well now, you’re welcome to come stay with me.”

I noticed a guy staring; he said something to another guy and they were both staring. I hadn’t watched porn since I moved in with Jules, and I hadn’t realized just how successful mom was.

She was dressed in a closely fitted dress, her hair was open, her heels were high. She loved being noticed.

No, I didn’t get sexual with my mother. But I can’t say she didn’t influence me.

“Yes, I’m happy with Jules.” I told her, “I know it must seem weird, but we fit together well.”

“Not weird to me at all.” Mom said, “Your father...” she stopped.

“What?” I pressed.

“He was, um, older.” Mom mumbled, and refused to tell me any more about him.

As we left, she gave each of the staring guys a card. “Don’t be shy boys!” she laughed.

“Why did you have to do that?” I complained.

“Oh, don’t go all uptight on me, Justin; we know each other, don’t we?” she rebuffed me. “Anyway, I’m just having a laugh, those guys can’t afford me these days.”

Mom headed back to LA after that; she said she had a big client waiting, “Really big!” she laughed.

She’d changed; Mom never used to talk or act like that. Or maybe she just hid that side of herself from me. I was glad for her, she seemed to be enjoying her life now that she was free of me.

I got home to find Jules had a couple of friends over.

Evelyn was in her fifties or sixties, tall and thin, with expensive looking perfectly set blond hair. She looked like a senator’s wife, with a pastel pink pleated skirt, matching blouse, and color coordinated lipstick and manicure. She had a striking face, with wide set blue eyes and a strong square jawline.

The other woman I’d met before. The hot old Chinese-American who’s steered me to the mall where I met Jules.

“Hey, hello Lucy.” I said.

“Have we met?” she asked.

I reminded her, she remembered, and we all had a laugh about it.

“So you’re eighteen today.” Lucy said, “Legal at last!”

“Does he get a birthday kiss?” Jules asked her suggestively.

“Oh, so that’s the idea.” Lucy said, “Sorry guys, I’m in a relationship.”

“When has that ever stopped you?” Jules laughed, and then when she saw her friend’s anger, “Ok, sorry, I know monogamy is all the rage these days. Just a kiss for his eighteenth, what do you say? Come on, we’re the last of the old gang left.”

“What about Grace, Heidi, Marcia, and Monica?” Evelyn asked. She had a soft even voice, a bit sweet.

“Sorry, but they’ve all let themselves go.” Jules said, “Except Monica I suppose, but you know I never got along with her. I know neither of you are into the lifestyle anymore, I just thought, well maybe, we could have a little light fun, you know? Justin just likes a kiss and some touch, right Justin?”

“That’s right.” I agreed optimistically. I wasn’t much into Evelyn, but Lucy; I don’t know how or why, but she was sexy.

“Justin is a great kisser.” Jules added.

Lucy looked at me and frowned.

I smiled at her; “A kiss from a beautiful woman like you would be the perfect birthday present.” I said.

She hesitated.

“Just a hug and a kiss.” She allowed, and stood up.

“Not just a peck though.” I said brazenly, “I want a full deep kiss.”

Lucy laughed, holding out her arms. “Yes, alright!” she agreed.

She was thin, medium height, and she had long thick grey hair to her ribs. Her face was suntanned, she had a broad nose and a wide smile. She wouldn’t look amazing in a photo, but there was something very sexy about Lucy, similar to Jules, a brightness shining from within. Vitality that would be normal in a young woman, but was special in an old woman.

She was wearing patterned tight stretch pants that she somehow was able to get away with, and a thick cotton hoody over her torso.

I wrapped my arms around her slim body carefully, and slowly pulled her close. She was clearly enjoying herself, she laced her fingers behind my neck and our mouths met in a sweet soft surrender.

Her body felt a bit boney, but she still had breasts. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid across, entering my head and making the rest of reality fade away. My penis inflated and crept down my left pant leg. She tasted nice, natural, healthy.

Her ass was firm, round and muscular, I ran my hands over it and squeezed, she shivered and held me tighter, kissing me passionately like we knew each other well and were about to make love.

I could feel her energy and lust, I was sure Lucy would be great in bed; I wanted to strip her, caress her for a few hours, then fuck her and make her come. It was a delicious kiss, exciting and beautiful in its total misappropriatness.

My hands moved over her back and shoulders, stroked her head, circled her ears. Her hands didn’t stay still either. Her thigh pressed against my erection enticingly.

I didn’t want to stop; Jules didn’t mind, so if Lucy kept going I would too. But she broke away after a couple of crazy hot breathless minutes.

“Thanks Lucy.” I told her sincerely, “That was wonderful.”

“You have a treasure there Jules!” she laughed.

“Oh, you felt it?” Jules asked coyly.

“I sure did.” Lucy acknowledged, “Come on Evelyn, your turn.”

Evelyn looked doubtful.

“Go on!” Jules insisted, “Give my lover a kiss for his birthday.”

“I don’t do that sort of thing anymore, Jules.” Evelyn said apologetically.

“You don’t kiss people? I heard you went straight but come on, a kiss at least.” Jules argued.

Evelyn should have been more attractive than Lucy; she was elegant yet sexy, patterned stockings, manicured nails, gold and gems, sweet perfume. She wore sexy white calf length high heeled boots. Yet she didn’t exhale sex like Lucy did.

“Oh all right!” Evelyn finally agreed, “Hang on a moment.” She took a handkerchief from her bag and carefully wiped off her lipstick. As she leaned forward, her breasts shifted attractively.

She stood up and stepped to the middle of the room, facing me. She was really tall in her boots.

I pulled her tight, her middle aged body warm and yielding. She turned her face away, then back, then away again.

I put my hand in her expensively set hair and held her head to face me. I smiled at her and she looked afraid. I kissed her mouth for two seconds, then took the hand away and she pulled her face back. I relaxed my hold on her waist but didn’t let go completely.

She sighed; “Oh all right!” she exclaimed again, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me like we were long lost lovers reunited.

I had no idea how far we might go; I was good with just the kisses from the two hot milfs, they were both great fun. I could have long hot sex with Jules when they were gone. On the other hand, if they stayed...

I ran my fingers through Evelyn’s hair, up and down her back, over her ass, I pressed my hardon against her thigh and her hand slid down to check it out. Evelyn wasn’t as demure as she pretended to be.

“Oh my!” she laughed, “What have you got there?”

“Nothing.” I claimed, and kissed her some more. Her breasts felt substantial against my chest and I had to stop my hand from going to check them more thoroughly.

Her body was soft, yielding, and thin. She seemed powerless, a doll in my arms. Lucy was brash, loud, and confident but Evelyn was docile. I had the impression she’d enjoy being used.

“Come on Lucy, stay a little longer, we’ll have cake and Justin will strip for us.” Jules wheedled as Evelyn and I grappled with each other.

“I will?” I asked as Evelyn broke away from me suddenly.

Evelyn stared at me, breathing heavily, her soft adorable chest heaving, her once perfect hair and composure both ruffled.

“When do you think you’ll get another chance to take it all off in front of three hot women like us?” Jules asked brightly, and turned in the TV to a music channel.

Jules started clapping, and Lucy joined in. Evelyn looked doubtful.

I was pretty turned on; I didn’t have any particular expectations, I was just happy with the moment. Being the center of attention, their smiling excited faces, three old women and me.

I danced, gyrating and slowly pulling up my shirt.

I’d been working out, and doing martial arts training too. I had no chest hair, but I had good muscle tone.

My audience grinned and kept up the clapping, I looked each of them in the eye in turn as I kicked my shoes off, then teased them by easing off my trousers a little before pulling them up again. Even Evelyn was into it now; I was stripping but they were all still dressed, I was making myself vulnerable.

Finally, I was naked; my big cock was stiff and waving around with my movements, and I tossed it up and down just in front of each of them. Six eyes stared at my penis, three mouths watered.

When I was small, none of my lovers ever admitted to me how much they wanted a big cock. Looking at their faces, I knew the truth.

They say it’s about personality or compatibility or whatever. There was none of that here, I was just a tall, lean, strong boy with a big rod.

I was physically attractive, and these experienced women all knew what they liked.

They wanted my big hard penis.

I turned and bent over, thrusting my ass at the sofa. Someone touched it and I didn’t know who.

I froze; that felt good. I stood up straight, flexing my shoulders as hands connected with my legs, sliding around and between them, 4 hands at least, and one edged upwards.

I didn’t look. I just enjoyed. The music volume decreased.

“Justin likes being touched.” Jules said.

“Who doesn’t?” Lucy replied.

A hand reached between my thighs and cupped my balls, lifting and teasing.

“Big balls!” Evelyn said, “Did either of you ever notice that guys who do it a lot have bigger balls?”

“That’s an interesting theory, I never thought about it.” Lucy said as the hand pulled away to be replaced by another.

“You’re right.” Lucy said, her fingers twiddling with my scrotum pleasantly, “Justin has a lot of balls. Does he come a lot, Jules?”

“Oh gosh, he sure does.” Jules said, “There’s plenty for everyone!”

I was a sex object, my body exposed and all dignity stripped. They knew exactly what the story was; Jules kept me, I was young and willing, she was old and wealthy. There was no pretense in the room. I was naked all the way through; it was wonderful, humiliating, sexy, and scary.

The hand reached past my balls to stroke my cock from below.

“Not for me, I told you, I’m in a relationship.” Lucy said as her fingers wrapped around my organ and squeezed.

“Yes, of course you are dear.” Jules laughed, “Justin can do it for hours; just saying.”

“You’re terrible, Jules.” Lucy said as her hand slid up and down my delighted rod.

I sat down between Lucy and Evelyn, stretching my arms out around their shoulders. I kissed each of them again, and they stroked my body and my hard penis, sensitive fingers caressing my young body.

Jules sat herself down on the coffee table facing us, and I put my feet up on either side of her as I leaned back between Lucy and Evelyn.

“You look so happy!” Jules said happily.

“This is the best birthday ever.” I sighed.

“I’d better go.” Lucy said, but her hand didn’t agree. It wouldn’t let go of my penis.

A small hand, with a gold hoop bracelet, a couple of rings, and polished carefully filed nails, painted just slightly darker than their natural color. A sensual hand that seemed to enjoy touch, to relish being on my body as much as I relished it being there.

“What if we say that we won’t go further than this?” I suggested.

“Really?” Evelyn asked, “You don’t want to get us into bed?”

“Of course I do.” I told her, “But I like this too. This is beautiful, being here like this, naked between you all.”

Jules just grinned silently; I wished she’d tell me what she wanted from this. It would be fun to have sex with all of them at once, but I knew Jules wasn’t really into that. It would be fun to just fuck each, especially Lucy, if I knew for sure it wouldn’t hurt Jules.

Even as I sat there with them all, six hands roaming my body, three mouths to kiss, three sexy old women to admire, I was aware of the danger I was in.

I’d never worked a day in my life. I didn’t have a dime of my own. I could go live with mom in LA, it wasn’t that I needed to be afraid of homelessness. I needed to grow up and get a job one day...

I looked at Jules, into her eyes, her bright laughing shining eyes. I loved her totally.

After Daria had left I’d had the affair with Lorie, but most of the time we’d been just the two of us.

Hanging out, going out, sharing our thoughts, our time, our experiences. And having sex of course.

The sex had cooled; I wanted it all the time, Jules didn’t. She did it with me anyway, she did it to please me.

Why had she brought these women here, I wondered? Did she want to get rid of me? Was it a trap or a test?

Jules smiled at me, excited, sexy, happy. She was happy because I was happy, excited by my excitement. She leaned forward and put her mouth around the end of my penis and sucked it, her blue eyes rolling up at me.

My fingers tightened on the shoulders of the women to either side of me, they both laughed and leaned against me. The escalation was accepted. Lucy and Evelyn both pretended they weren’t into it, but Jules knew them.

I was thrilled with it all; I didn’t care about the sucking and fucking, this was the good part.

Jules sat up again, holding my big hard rod in one hand. “Don’t you think my Justin has the most wonderful cock?” Jules teased her friends, “He’s not just big, Justin is REALLY good at it. He can pretty much go all night.”

“Ok Jules, we get the picture.” Evelyn grumbled, pulling away from me.

“Well I’m willing to share!” Jules entreated her, “When was the last time you sucked teenage cock?”

“I’ve never sucked teenage cock!” Evelyn spat angrily.

“Wait!” Lucy interrupted, “Never? Not when you were in school?”

“No.” Evelyn admitted.

“Well shit Evelyn, you’re single; go on and try it.” Lucy insisted.

“I’m sort of dating someone.” Evelyn mumbled defensively.

I looked into Evelyn’s face; she was really, really good looking. Her eyes were blue and wide set, her nose small and pointed, her mouth wide and her lips full.

She looked back at me tensely, pondering temptation. She wanted to, but she was afraid.

“I’m completely tame.” I told her, my fingers stroking the back of her long elegant neck.

Evelyn sighed loudly, then leaned forward to do it. Jules beamed at me and I turned to look at Lucy.

She was grinning too, despite her words of protest in the beginning, she was clearly enjoying this.

And that was the point; Making out with three women was fun, but if all three of them liked it too, then it was amazing. If I seduced them all, that was a greater achievement than fucking them.

They might have started as a favor to Jules, but now we’d moved to another zone. A favor to a friend could go as far as a kiss and a fondle. Evelyn had her mouth on my cock because she wanted it there. And my cock felt pretty good about it too. I was huge, tingling, pulsing in the mouth of this hot woman I’d met an hour before.

I kissed Lucy again, just lightly, fooling around with her, testing her resolve. She should have left already, she should have been on her way to her man, not sitting here with us, kissing and groping me.

Evelyn sucked me hard, then released it and sat back again, looking a bit confused, breathing deeply.

“Go on!” Jules urged Lucy, “Just a quick taste for old times sake.”

She looked at it, her face shifting with her conflicting urges. It occurred to me that I should discourage her, take my hand from her shoulder, tell her to go home. If I was a good person, that’s what I would do.

“Go on!” Evelyn added, “You insisted I do it, now it’s your turn.”

“Oh, what the hell!” Lucy exclaimed, and took it in both hands. She looked at me and grinned; her grey hair framed her face, her teeth were white and even, her eyes big and clear. I can’t even say why she was beautiful, her face was old and lined, crow’s feet at her eyes and the corners of her mouth, but Lucy was very attractive. To me anyway.

Then she swiveled down and her old mouth had my penis in it, and she sucked me.

Jules just smiled; and I smiled back. She loved this, I think she loved it more than I did. How many women could and would organize two friends for a birthday sex orgy? What woman would dare, what woman would enjoy her lover’s pleasure so much that she’d allow him to do it with other women?

I petted Lucy’s head as she bobbed it up and down a little, her hand between my wide open thighs to cradle my balls. My other arm was around Evelyn’s thin shoulders, holding her against myself. But I was looking at Jules, her delighted face was what really turned me on.

She was seventy years old; she rarely had orgasms, but she loved to make love. My excitement excited her, when my big penis pulsed in her hands or squirted into her mouth she sighed and hummed with satisfaction. She was in love with me, with my young energy, with the notion that we were possible. Jules loved that I loved her, that I was still into her after three years together.

But her body was weakening; I only realized when school ended and I was at home all the time. Jules would make love with me after breakfast, then sleep for a few hours; we had lunch, then she had another nap. She used all the energy she had to please me, she cooked and served, she still shaved her body hair daily and always wore sexy outfits.

I took over cleaning and shopping though.

Lucy slid down to the floor in front of me, Jules got up to give her room. Lucy’s mouth slid up and down, her lips tight on my shaft, exerting a very pleasant suction. She didn’t seem to want to give it up, her hands gripped the base of my cock tightly, a little bit desperately. The sensation was terrific, but the thrill was in the seduction. The way Jules and I had worked together perfectly, unscripted, unplanned. We were flying together, enjoying together, seducing women together.