“Over here, sweet John.” Mother beckons me to stand next to her. “This is what you need.”

Mother takes my hips and positions me. Lovely obediently opens her mouth when my dick nears it. My shaft sinks between those beautiful lips. I moan as I pull myself in and out, testing the limits of how deep I can go.

Mother resumes her place between Lovely’s legs. The view of the two sexy women slays me. I almost explode instantly.

I lean forward and place my hands on Lovely’s pert breasts, squeezing and massaging while increasing my pace and fucking her mouth. The position allows me to go deeper than I’ve ever experienced with oral.

Her back arches with pleasure. Mother must know how to delight a woman as well as she does a man. Every now and then Mother looks up to meet my eyes.

I pray this day never ends.

Lovely’s moans grow louder. I increase my speed, hoping to get the timing right. I want to fill her mouth the moment she peaks.

The muffled sounds rise in pitch, warning us both of how close she is. When she squeals, I marvel at how familiar the noise is.

I push my groin against her face, ejaculating down her throat, knowing I’m cutting off her ability to breathe for a moment. The pulses keep going as if my orgasm will last forever.

But of course, it eventually ends.

I stay where I am as my penis softens and shrinks.

Lovely’s mouth still feels delicious as she swallows around me. I step back, a little disappointed by my lack of stamina. The fun was just getting started, and I don’t want to do anything that might ruin it. Maybe I’ll last longer the next round.

The little guy needs to hurry up and recover. I want to sink him deep into both pussies before me.

Mother sits up on the bed on her knees. “Why don’t you rest, John?” She points to the pillow. “I’m sure Lovely and I can find some way to entertain you until you’re ready to go again.”

Mother takes Lovely’s hand and pulls her to her feet, moving with her to stand next to the bed, where the magical stripper pole has reappeared.

I lay back where I was directed and place my hands behind my head, eager to enjoy a show. My heart continues a desperate attempt to rush blood back to my groin and renew my erection. No rest for the horny. The day is still early, and I’m determined to break my personal record. I don’t want to disappoint either of these gorgeous women.

Mother pulls Lovely against the stripper pole and begins circling her, her hands running over her curvy body.

“Please,” Lovely moans. She turns her head, her eyes once more with a faraway look. “I just want to go back to…”

“To what?” Mother whispers.

“I’m missing something. Lost something.” Dazed and confused, she stares down at her empty arms.

Mother lifts her chin. “Everything you are looking for is right here.” She directs Lovely to look at me on the bed.

Some part of me senses Lovely’s heartache as I too wonder what I’m forgetting. Why am I here? What did I come to do? Was there something more than this?

Mother’s eyes narrow briefly. And then widen with her smile. She runs a hand up Lovely’s arm and slides the lacy strap down and off, exposing one of her flawless breasts. Her fingers trace circles around the luscious flesh, making the nipple harden.

My cock jerks. My mouth waters with the desire to suck the nipple. Soon. Mother feeds me all my desires in time as if she reads my mind.

Mother skillfully leads Lovely in a simple dance around the pole, encouraging Lovely to hump and embrace it. All the while, Mother lovingly slips more fabric from Lovely’s body. Soon, the gorgeous girl is naked.

Mother begins her own striptease. I meet her eyes, but they quickly drift down over the newly exposed skin. Both women possess bodies that leave me aching and horny. I’m quickly becoming ready for more. My cock is nearly a rock again. Where did I come by such stamina?

Mother leans into the pole and presses her lips to Lovely’s.

That did the trick. Now I’m as erect and turned on as a teenage boy with morning wood freshly awoken from a wet dream.

Only this is real. I’ve touched their bodies. Tasted both their mouths. Those mouths that are now locked with one another.

Two women. A scene a boy barely dares to wish for.

Mother reaches between Lovely’s legs. “Mmm. She’s still so wet and ready for you, John. When do you want her?”

I glance down at my dick. We’re both thinking the same thing. “Now.”

“What a greedy little boy my John is. Always hungry for more. Never satisfied.”

Heat rises to my cheeks.

“Oh, no. Don’t be ashamed. Mother likes her boy eager.” She turns back to the woman on the pole. “Are you ready to show him bliss beyond his wildest dreams?”

Lovely gazes at the door once more as Mother takes her hand and leads her over.

“Ride him,” she commands in a sultry voice that leaves no room for refusal.

Mother takes my ankles and, with a strength that surprises me, pulls me until I lie flat.

Lovely climbs up onto the bed and places a knee on either side of my hips. I notice the glistening slickness on her thighs right before she lowers herself onto my shaft. That first penetration, without resistance because of her lubrication, forces a groan from my throat. Her breasts bounce and sway before me as she slides up and down my cock.

Motion at my side draws my attention. Mother crawls across the bed near my head. She straddles my face and lowers her pussy until I can lick it. Her sweet nectar flows into my mouth. Like a beggar child granted a morsel, I lap it up. Every drop.

The three of us proceed to make sounds befitting a symphony of pleasure.

I reach up and find one of Lovely’s perfect breasts with one hand and one of Mother’s with the other. I am a god, lavish and rich in my own personal heaven. This is the pinnacle of eroticism.

Lovely’s pleasure cries announce she’s nearing orgasm. I narrow my focus to Mother’s clit, hoping to time things to send both women over the edge at the same time. As I renew my fervor, my own release nears again.

In a perfect trifecta, the three of us peak together.

Mother climbs off my face, and I struggle to catch my breath.

“That was amazing,” I pant, licking my lips for the last of her nectar.

Mother chuckles. “We aren’t done yet, John.”

“We aren’t?” What else is there? What more does she think the three of us can manage?

“Perhaps my good boy needs a nap to recover his strength.”

A sudden yawn confirms that her suggestion is a good idea. I could use a good reset. My eyelids grow heavy. I allow them to close.