Chapter 7: A Surprise Guest

Sue got up, put on a pair of baby doll pajamas and went to make some coffee.

What's with the pj's? I'm here to fuck, not to spend the night. And it's still early in the day.

I was sitting up on her bed, my back against the headboard, my eyes closed, thinking of nothing. The lower half of my body was covered with a sheet, not for modesty but because of the air conditioning. The phone rang; I heard her say 'Hello', then pause and finally end the call with 'OK'. Not very enlightening from the two words that I heard, I wondered if it had anything to do with her surprise. Sure enough, there was soon a demure knock on the door.

"Hello, I'm Sue. So glad you could make it. Please come in."

"So nice to meet you, Sue. I'm Tina."

"You look even nicer than your photo, Tina."

MOM?

I sat bolt upright. Funny thing, so did Big Guy. My ears heard whispering and then laughter. Two lovelies walked into the room, holding hands. Sue spoke, with a smile in her voice.

"Guess who's here, Ned."

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Do you really have to ask, young man?"

I looked at Sue quizzically.

"I knew about the two of you, Ned; Kitty told me. She also showed me Tina's picture. After I spoke to you yesterday, I called your Mom and arranged with her to put on a show with me for you. You've never seen her with another woman, have you?"

"Only with Dad. I thought he was the only one, Mom."

"I wasn't born married to him, Ned. I was kind of wild before I met your father."

"Get off the bed, Ned. Your mother and I need some room."

"Can't I join you?"

"Not right now. Go sit on that chair."

I walked across the room, dragging the sheet like Linus and his blanket. It didn't hide Big Guy, it wasn't intended to do so, and the two women looked at him and smiled. They hadn't yet kissed, at least not in front of me. They walked arm in arm toward the bed, each exuding lust. As they turned toward me, Sue began to strip Mom. A loose sweat shirt flew into the corner of the room. They faced each other and Sue's hands caressed Mom's tits through the soft bra. She reached around Mom to unhook it; that's when their lips met.

My cock, far beyond its ability to get any harder, stood a fraction of an inch higher, then dropped back. They both saw the motion; Mom pointed at it and laughed, soon joined by Sue.

"Do you like what you see, Son?"

I was tempted to say something like 'I've seen it before', but I chose a more complimentary tone.

"Hell, yeah."

Sue threw the bra in my direction. It landed on my lap. I couldn't help it; I lifted it to my nose. There was no aroma but I felt the warmth of her skin as I rubbed the bra against my face. Mom dropped her sweat pants and kicked them in the general direction of her shirt; she had quickly grasped Sue's housekeeping attitude. Sue was still in her pajamas as Mom stood there wearing only lavender lace panties. I watched as she looked at me, nodded and then slipped them down. She kicked them free and they landed off to the side. As she bent to pick them up, her ass faced me; she spread her cheeks to reveal her puckered back door before reaching for the panties. Oh man, I love it when she acts like a slut. She threw the panties toward me and I caught them on the fly. Obeying her silent command, I put my legs in and pulled them up.

I was a lot smaller when we started this game, and it was much easier for me to get them on. Now it's quite uncomfortable for me to wear them, but its part of our ritual and I never complain. Sue looked at me silently, wondering about this guy who had been fucking her suddenly wearing lavender panties, but Mom spoke.

"We've been doing that for years. He wears my used panties all the time, except when he's got a date with someone who's not familiar with what we do. He's afraid of scaring her away. It all started years ago when I caught him jerking off into my panties; I made him wear the wet things to school and it just caught on."

Sue smiled at me, watching my face turn red as a beet. It was all I could do to barely whisper.

"It keeps me hard for her all day."

Sue stripped to match Mom and then the two of them sat on the bed, side by side, facing me, their arms around each other's waists. It appeared as though they were waiting for me to pay attention before they began to make out, to start the show for me. Instead, Sue spoke.

"Give us a show first, Ned."

"Huh?"

"Come on, Ned; let us watch you jerk off." She turned to look at Mom, who nodded.

"Show us, son. I haven't seen you play with yourself in a long time, and even then I never watched your cum spit out of that little slit."

I stood there dumbfounded. I mean, I still flog my log every once in a while, not too often, but I've never done anything like they were asking. Sure, sometimes it makes for interesting foreplay with some girl, but I never cum without her participation. So this was something I had no experience at, no mental experience, and I hesitated. Still, I was young enough to be able to cum multiple times, and I figured that I'd be able to cum with each of them at least once more, provided we stayed there long enough.

I reached in and pulled Big Guy out through one of the leg holes. He was certainly ready for this game; hard and already warm. I wrapped my right hand around him, on the shaft, leaving the crown exposed to the view of these two exciting — and excited — ladies. Mom licked her lips, leaning forward like some guy watching a porn movie. Sue had one hand in her own lap, silently twirling a finger through her bush. Four female eyes were fixed on my middle eye. Sue's hand, the one around Mom's waist, moved up to fondle a tit; Mom took her free hand and put it on top of Sue's, in her lap. I began to stroke myself, slowly, on the shaft, barely touching the crown on the upstroke.

"Spread your legs, ladies. I need inspiration."

"Bullshit!" They said it almost simultaneously, but they complied with smiles. My eyes flickered at the embarrassment of riches: two pretty faces, contorted with lust as they watched my hand move up and down on my cock, four perfect tits with nipples at attention, one of them partially obscured by Sue's hand, two glistening pussies, wordlessly inviting my cock to impale them even as their mistresses made clear that the invitations were premature.

Mom, Carrie, Tina the Big Mama, Molly, Kitty, all the others, their names, their faces, their cunts flew through my mind as I stroked, trying to remember which ones I had done what with, my first orgasm with each, my last, my best, my favorite. I wanted to enjoy this; I wanted to hold out as long as I could before I had to cum.

"Play with your balls, Ned." That was Mom.

I reached a hand through the other leg hole.

"No! Let us see them."

My hands abandoned cock and balls and began to pull Mom's lavender lace undies down near my knees. I spread my legs in a bow-legged manner, holding the garment up that way. It felt as though the panties would tear so I eased up on the pressure, knowing that I would be asked — commanded — to wear them home later.

The three piece set was again encased in two warm hands, one stroking while the other jiggled my nuts. I was in heaven, knowing that I was getting two very hot women very much hotter, not caring anymore that neither of them would help me cum. Still, I wanted it to take more time, so I stroked at leisure.

"Speed it up, Ned, speed it up." That was Sue. I shook my head; I was having too much fun.

"Turn around and bend over," she substituted. I did so, finding a chair back to rest my head on as my hands continued the exhibition for them. I could feel four eyes burning their way into my ass.

"Look at that beautiful ass, Sue. Do you think we could have some fun with it?"

"Well, I've got a toy that might fit in there very nicely."

"NO!" I screamed it and turned around toward them. They were giggling like little girls.

"We'll see. Now you just keep on doing what you were doing."

They were still caressing each other in a lazy manner, waiting for me to cum. My eyes focused on their naked pussies; in my mind, I was going to cum inside both of them at the same time. I knew it was silly but that's the way my brain wanted it. I was getting close; I could feel my balls tightening. My breath quickened; I had to lick my lips to keep them from getting too dry.

"I've gotta cum. Where do you want it? Tell me before its too late."

They were looking at me, at the dark crown of my cock as my hand now raced along my shaft, at the little drop of lubrication pooling at my piss slit. They didn't answer me; I didn't know if they were deliberately ignoring me in order to make me crazy, trying to make up their minds or just leaving it to me to decide. Too late!

"MO-O-O-O-O-O-O-MMMMMMMM." I grabbed her hair, pulled her face toward me and spurted on her cheeks and forehead, shot after shot landing and running down. Sue leaned forward and licked the last drop puddled on Big Guy's crown. Then she scooped the cum from Mom's face and rubbed it all over her own. Just watching her do that kept me hard, though I knew that I would be useless for a while.

"That was very nice, young man. Now go sit down and don't bother us; we have important things to do."

They were again seated on the bed but this time they weren't looking at me; their eyes were locked on each other. These two women who had only met what seemed like minutes earlier gazed at one another like long-time lovers, intent only on giving pleasure to the lovely creature opposite her. I sat in a chair; they knew that I was there but I didn't exist. As for me, my heart was pounding at the thought of witnessing a live performance of something I had seen only in videos: two women making lesbian love. To me, surely to every straight male who walks the earth, there is nothing so exciting as the vision of two women getting it on, kissing, fondling, humping each other, licking pussy. They hadn't even kissed yet and still my cock was dreaming of joining in at the end of the performance.

And then they kissed. Their lips met softly, a kiss of seduction as hands caressed nipples. Their tongues remained hidden, not venturing out, not needed to excite each other. Traces of my sperm shone on each face, adding to my own excitement. Maybe my balls were empty but Big Guy would not lose his erection. The kiss lasted forever it seemed, breaking several times momentarily to allow them to breathe.

Mom's fingers finally left Sue's breast and ventured down toward her honey pot. Sue reacted by pushing Mom down onto her back and hovering over her. Then she slid a knee between Mom's legs and lowered herself onto Mom, nipple to nipple. I wondered briefly why two women will lay atop each other while a woman with a man prefers that the man suspend himself over her during missionary sex. The obvious answer was weight, the secondary answer was that I didn't care; if supporting myself on my hands was the price I paid for my cock to be happy, that was fine.

Sue twisted her head down so that she could suckle on Mom. I expected them to immediately begin humping each other, but they were in no hurry. That was all the better for me, for it gave me more time to enjoy and to rejuvenate. Mom's hand held Sue's head in place at her nipple. I supposed that she had held my head there in the same manner when I was still a baby. Too bad that I don't remember that far back.

Excuse me, folks; this is Tina. I've decided to put my son in 'literary time-out;' when it comes to telling about two women in bed making love with each other, that's no job for a male. There's no way that any man or boy can know the sensual feelings, the emotions that pass between women in lust.

Men see pictures or videos of two women kissing each other or doing a sixty-nine together and just get hard — or harder. It's their big thrill; either they consider it foreplay if it's live, or they use it to masturbate. They have no concept of the smooth touch of a woman's skin, the sweet scent of her loins. Of course, they feel her and they inhale her when they're fucking, but they don't appreciate it. Their only interest is in which part of her body is wrapped around that... THING... that they use to empty their balls.

And did you ever study what they've got down there between their legs? Cocks are ugggggly! They're always hard, which I guess isn't so bad because when they're not hard, they're even uglier, all shriveled up. I know, I know, we call them beautiful sometimes, but only in terms of their ability to rub clits and maybe, just maybe, to hold out long enough to get us off. Visually, there's never perfect symmetry, even in the ones who haven't been circumcised. They're veiny. I repeat, ugly!

As for their balls, even worse. Crinkled sacs, hairy, most of the time fortunately we never see them much. The only adult balls I've ever seen without hair are when we're in the hospital and some guy has to be shaved bald before a by-pass or similar operation; you can't sterilize hair. I love it the way they tense up when I've got a razor down there; those cocks are definitely not hard then. Sure, the balls serve a purpose, making the juice and giving us something to bring a guy off, but that's just utility, not beauty. I could suck and fuck a guy blindfolded and it would give me just as much pleasure as seeing it.