“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.
“Wait.”
Her head and shoulders fall.
“Just you. Nothing else.”
“John, I can’t just leave him down here all by himself. Alone in the dark.”
I shake my head. She doesn’t understand. “It’s only for a little while. You’ll come back for it. But for now, this is the only way.”
Lovely clutches the buddle tighter to her chest. Something within it squirms and lets out a small cry. Her gaze darts in a triangle, from the object she holds to the door, to me, and back around. Glistening tears well in her eyes.
“Please. Don’t do this. Don’t ask this of me.”
I rub her arm. “It’s okay. I promise. Trust me.” Trust Mother. Something inside me tells me not to speak those words aloud.
“Shh.” She soothes the object in her arms. “Mommy will be right back. You’ll be okay.”
She’s trying to convince herself. This is good. My dick hardens again as I realize she’s going to relent and join us upstairs.
Lovely walks to a corner and gently sets down what she carries. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what else to do.” She adjusts the cloth wrapped around it.
Sobs shake her shoulders as she stands and turns to me. “Okay. What do we need to do? I don’t want to leave him alone for long.”
“Come with me.” I take her hand, and she follows me up the stairs.
The pounding of our hurried steps doesn’t cease once we reach the foyer. I realize the sound is my hammering heartbeat. Excitement builds inside me with each moment. I’m closer than most people get to experiencing one of the most alluring sexual acts.
Is this really happening?
My sweaty palm slipping against her hand reassures me she exists as I pull her along to the bedroom. With my other arm, I reach out and turn the doorknob.
For a second, I convince myself that Mother must be gone. Surely these two women don’t live on the same plane of earth. My mind devised a cruel trick.
The door swings open.
My fear was unfounded. I inhale sweet relief when I see Mother lounging on the bed wearing a red lace teddy and stockings.
“Looks like you found Lovely, John.”
