The mattress cradles my body as I wait for Mother to bring me food. I could probably count on one hand how many times I’ve eaten breakfast in bed.

Only a few minutes after she left, Mother reappears with a steaming ceramic cup. “Who needs coffee?”

I sit up and hold out my hand. “Yes, please.”

The mug is inches away from my nose when I recognize Mother’s ambrosia creams my morning drink. I greedily suck it down even as it burns my tongue and lips.

“I’ll return with your meal in just a few moments. It’s almost ready.”

While I think about the items she’s bringing me, I wonder if she’ll spike the syrup for the waffles with what I really need. That sounds like the ultimate morning indulgence.

I wonder if she heard my thoughts as she pauses at the doorway. “Never worry, my sweet John. Mother will take care of you.” She disappears again.

My body once more aches with neediness in her absence. Who knew someone could need another to this extent? This must be true love. An inch remains in my glass. I swallow it down and immediately desire more. The ultimate pleasure comes when I receive as much as I demand. Can I drain her body dry? Will her supply run out? Oh god, I pray that can’t happen.

Wearing only a short apron, Mother returns with a tray of food. Her nipples poke against the sides covering her torso, threatening to break free and swing out into view.

Ever the greedy bastard, even on the tail end of a weekend full of the most pleasure in my life, my dick springs to attention, saluting her as she enters.

Wait. Wasn’t there a weekend in Cabo with someone… I can’t remember who. Any previous partners have faded away under Mother’s charms. Not that I need anyone else. What else is there for me other than this lifetime of bliss in her erotic temple?

Mother places the tray across my lap. “Eat up, sweet John. You’ll need all your strength for what I have planned.”

Needing no further prompting, I pick up my fork and shovel monstrous bites inside my mouth, hardly caring that I can barely close my lips as I chew.

Mother watches me closely, her eyes wide with delight at my fervor. “That’s right. Eat all your food like Mother’s big strong boy, John.”

Who needs vacations? Right here in my childhood home is the answer to all my yearnings. I just needed to come home to Mother. Why did I wait so long?

She leans forward and wipes my chin when I finish the last bite and set down my fork.

“There’s something waiting for you downstairs, John.”

For a moment, I’m confused. “We are downstairs.”

Her brow rises like a secret signal. “The special downstairs, dear John. I’m going to ask you to go down and bring up a guest for us.”

My throat tightens. I don’t want to bring anyone into the mix. Someone who might take some of Mother’s attention away from me.

“Who?” I croak.

“A very lovely woman desires to join us, John. In here.” She pats the bed next to where we sit. “Don’t you want that?”

“You mean–?” My cock jumps and jerks at the hope she’s referring to every boy’s dream: a threesome. I recall the goat people–Demons, my mind whispers–from the field yesterday and how much I’d longed to join them or just take the place of the man.

“Yes, John. And you’ll get to be the director. We’ll both do whatever you want us to do.” She slides a finger over her lips. “Kiss.” The finger trails down her chest. “Suck.” It continues the journey until it rests between her legs. “Lick.”

She walks two fingers over from her thigh to mine. “Blow.”

My dick is ready to burst again. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Mother is gift-wrapping it and handing it to me. I want to climb out of bed, fall to my knees, and worship the Mother of sexual ecstasy.

“Would you like to go collect her and invite her to play with us?”

I jump up. “Yes, Mother.”

“Good boy, John. And don’t worry about all your clothes. Just your pants will suffice.”

I turn to leave, but Mother continues, so I wait once more.

“She’s going to want to bring something with her. An inconsequential bundle. Be sure you don’t touch it. Make her place it on the floor in order to come with you. She might argue, but she’ll agree as long as you tell her it will be fine until she returns for it.”

I nod, feeling the impatience of a panting dog waiting to be told to fetch. “Anything else, Mother? What’s her name?”

Mother appraises me with an amused smile that widens the more she examines me with her eyes. “Why don’t you call her Lovely.”

Darting out of the room, I race for the foyer and the doorway that was never there before this week. I ignore the persistent alarm in my body and brain that something is horribly wrong. How does a hidden room materialize out of thin air where there wasn’t one before?

It doesn’t matter. Mother has everything under control. Why do I need to worry if she isn’t?

I embrace the calm granted by knowing she’s close. In a few minutes, I shall return to her with a second woman at my side, and we’ll pass the time doing things most guys only dream about.

Will they kiss? Will I be allowed to watch for a while and then slide between them? I imagine a bare set of tits pressed into my back while my hands cup a second pair in front of me.

My cock straightens into a rigid erection. I’ve never been this hard this often…

…except for the last time I lived in this house. Even then, Mother’s constant aura maintained me in a persistent state of arousal. There was no relief for me back then. But now?

Now is how I imagine the gods of Olympus live, in a continual state of reverie and bliss. Might I have stumbled upon a goddess by returning here? How was I lucky enough to wander into her good graces?

I don’t know and don’t care. Keeping her happy is my life’s mission now. I’ll obey her every command.

The staircase to the lower level is lit up more than ever before as I trot down the stairs.

“John?” A familiar voice calls to me.

I round the corner and see the woman who spoke. Mother was correct in naming her Lovely. Deep brown eyes shine out from a pale face framed with auburn hair.

She stands expectantly in the middle of the room wearing a bra and jeans. Her shirt is wrapped around something in her arms, but I pay it no mind. Mother told me to ignore it. Moreover, she insisted the woman leave it here.

“Hi.” A flush rises in my face as I suddenly find myself overcome with shyness. What am I to say to compel this angel to come with me? What makes her willing to engage in carnal acts with Mother and me?

“May we please leave?” She rushes forward to stand close to me. “With or without you, I just want to go away from here.”

“I’m here to ask you to come upstairs.”

Sensing familiarity from her, I touch her arm in what I hope is a casual, comforting manner.

Her wide eyes mirror the distress carried by the high pitch of her voice. “Yes, please. Anything to get out of here.” She hurries for the doorway.