“You rented out my room?” Jason’s grip tightened around his duffel bag as he stared at his mother in the doorway. She wore that apologetic half-smile he knew too well, the one that meant she’d done something she knew he wouldn’t like but had done it anyway.
The house smelled different, less like lemon cleaner and more like vanilla and something floral, with a faint undercurrent of perfume that didn’t belong to his mom, not Fran, who cooked his meals, drove him to baseball and soccer practice. Behind her, a pair of high heels lay discarded near the shoe rack, sleek and black, the kind he’d only seen on women twice his age in those late-night movies his roommate used to watch.
“Look, honey,” Fran said, stepping aside to reveal the living room, where two women lounged on the couch, one in a silk robe scrolling through her phone, the other sipping wine from a stemless glass. Both glanced up at him with the same mildly curious expression, like he was an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome delivery. “It’s temporary. Just until they get back on their feet.”
Jason’s jaw tightened as he took in the scene: the coffee table cluttered with glossy magazines and an empty bottle of Merlot, the throw pillows rearranged into some kind of aesthetic he didn’t recognize, the way the sunlight caught the dust motes swirling above the carpet like a scene from a damn home decor catalog. His childhood home had been erased overnight.
One of the women, in her early 40s, tousled auburn hair, a silver ring glinting on her thumb, leaned forward, setting her wineglass down with deliberate precision. “You must be Jason,” she said, her voice smooth, amused. “Your mom’s told us so much about you.” The way she lingered on the last word made his ears burn.
Before he could respond, the other woman, shorter, sharper, with a gaze that felt like it was peeling back his skin, flicked her nails against her phone screen. “Bet he didn’t hear shit about us, though,” she said, grinning. The robe slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tattoo Jason couldn’t stop staring at: a coiled snake, its tail disappearing under the fabric.
Fran sighed, rubbing her temples. “Jason, this is Diane and Marla. Diane’s in your old room, just for a few weeks, and Marla’s upstairs in the guest room.” She reached for his duffel, but he jerked it away instinctively. The air thickened with something unspoken, the kind of tension that made his stomach twist.
Diane, the one with the snake tattoo, leaned back, stretching her arms above her head with a slow, deliberate motion that made the robe gape wider. Jason forced his eyes to the ceiling, where a crack in the plaster he’d never noticed before suddenly seemed fascinating. “Relax, college boy,” she purred. “We don’t bite. Much.”
Marla snorted into her wineglass, her gaze never leaving Jason’s face. “Speak for yourself,” she muttered, then winked at him. The air-conditioning kicked on, but the room felt hotter, the scent of her perfume, something dark and spiced, mixing with the wine’s tannic bite. Jason’s throat went dry.
“Mom,” he said, voice tighter than he intended, “Where the hell am I supposed to sleep?” His childhood bedroom, the one with the faded band posters still taped to the walls, the desk where he’d crammed for finals, was now Diane’s domain. The thought of her stretching out in his twin bed, her snake tattoo pressed against his Star Wars sheets, sent an irrational surge of possessiveness through him.
His mom winced. “The basement’s set up! It’s cozy!” She gestured toward the hallway like a game show host revealing a prize. The women exchanged glances. Diane smirked into her wineglass.
Jason shouldered past, his sneakers squeaking against the hardwood as he stormed toward the basement door. Cozy. Right. The last time he’d been down there, it smelled like mildew and stored Christmas decorations. He yanked the door open and froze.
The basement was… different. A queen-sized bed dominated the space, draped in dark gray sheets that looked suspiciously expensive. A low bookshelf held a haphazard collection of novels and a single, ominous-looking candle. But what really caught his eye was the lingerie dangling from the bedpost. Black lace, still faintly warm from whoever had peeled it off last.
A throat cleared behind him. Jason spun to find Marla leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched. “Surprise,” she said, tapping her nails against the wood. “That’s my room now. Basement’s got better… insulation.” Her smirk deepened as his ears turned red.
Jason’s grip on the duffel bag turned white-knuckled. “Where am I supposed to…”
“Relax,” Marla interrupted, stepping past him with a sway in her hips that made the robe flutter open another inch. She plucked the lingerie off the bedpost, dangling it from one finger like a trophy. “Diane and I can share upstairs. You can have the basement back.” Her grin was all teeth. “Unless you’d prefer the couch?”
Jason’s pulse hammered in his throat. He hadn’t even processed the offer when Diane’s voice floated down the stairs, low, teasing. “Or we could share,” she drawled. “The bed’s large enough for two.” A pause, thick with implication. “Maybe even three, if you like that sort of thing.”
The air in the basement suddenly felt too thick, too warm. Jason swallowed hard, staring at the rumpled sheets where Marla had clearly slept, alone or not, he couldn’t tell. A faint trace of her perfume clung to the fabric, something dark and expensive that made his stomach tighten. His mom’s voice cut through the haze, sharp with exasperation. “Jesus Christ, Diane, stop tormenting him.”
Diane chuckled, slow and deliberate, her thumb tracing the rim of her wineglass. She didn’t even glance at Fran. Instead, her gaze dropped, lingering pointedly at the front of his jeans, where the fabric had grown unmistakably snug. A smirk curled her lips. “I think this big boy is old enough to make up his own mind about who,” she paused, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip, “I mean, where he wants to sleep.”
Fran snorted, tossing the lace negligently off the headboard where it landed half-draped over Jason’s duffel, an accidental, intimate invasion. “Oh, he’s definitely making up his mind,” Diane murmured, stepping close enough that the heat of her body prickled against his arm. The scent of her skin, something smoky and sweet, flooded his senses. “Aren’t you, Jason?”
His name in her mouth sounded like a dare. Jason’s pulse hammered against his ribs, his throat tight as he flicked a glance between the two women, Diane, lounging in the doorway like a predator at ease, and Marla, still in the doorway, her fingers now tracing idle patterns up and down her silk robe. The basement air hummed with something electric, a current he couldn’t name but could feel, vibrating under his skin.
Marla’s smirk deepened as she pushed off the doorframe, her hips swaying with deliberate intent. “I don’t know about you, hon,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement, “but I’m too wet to wait around for big dick boy to make up his mind.” Before Jason could process the words, Diane crossed the distance to Marla in two strides, her hand snapping out to seize the shorter woman’s neck.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, possessive. Diane’s lips crashing against Marla’s with a wet, open-mouthed urgency that made Jason’s breath hitch. Marla moaned into it, her fingers twisting into Diane’s auburn hair as the taller woman’s free hand yanked at the silk robe’s belt. The fabric slithered open, pooling at Marla’s feet in a whisper of expensive material, leaving her bare except for the black lace thong clinging to her hips.
Diane’s fingers trailed down Marla’s stomach, slow and deliberate, pausing just above the lace before hooking a thumb under the damp fabric. Marla gasped, arching into the touch as Diane’s fingers dipped lower, finding her already slick and swollen. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” Diane murmured against her mouth, her other hand still tight around Marla’s throat. “All this for him?” She jerked her chin toward Jason, who stood frozen, his duffel bag forgotten at his feet.
Jason’s pulse roared in his ears, his cock straining against his jeans as Diane’s fingers worked Marla with practiced precision. Two fingers curling inside her, thumb circling her clit in slow, maddening strokes. Marla moaned, head falling back against Diane’s shoulder, her hips rolling into every thrust. “N-no,” she lied breathlessly, even as her thighs trembled. “Just… ah… just impatient.” Diane chuckled darkly, nipping at Marla’s earlobe before withdrawing her fingers with a wet pop. Jason’s breath hitched at the sight, glistening, unmistakable.
The two women tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of arms, legs, breasts, and pussies. Jason was stunned but also incredibly turned on. He tried to shift his rock-hard cock in his jeans so the pain would stop. As he did, the voice of his mother, mouth now near his ear, said, “It’s okay, honey, you can join the fun.” With that, her hand reached around and deftly unbuttoned his pants. She slid a hand inside his boxers and pulled out his large, engorged cock. She gently stroked it and said, I think someone needs to release, don’t you ladies?”
The women looked up from each other’s pussy’s that they had been devouring, faces covered in pussy juice, and locked eyes on Jason’s cock that his mother was stroking with practiced perfection. Diane spoke first, “Well, that’s a nice fucking surprise,” as she pushed Marla’s face out of her dripping wet mound and crawled toward Jason. Marla was fast on her heels and already had her lips wrapped around his cock before he could react. Jason let out a moan as his mother stepped away and Diane took her place, stroking his cock while Marla sucked and slurped.
Diane whispered, “You like watching Marla suck your cock don’t you?” Jason nodded and moaned as Diane moved from jerking his cock to slipping out of her robe and kneeling next to Marla, presenting her dripping wet, freshly waxed pussy to Jason’s face. Jason didn’t hesitate; he dove in and began eating Diane’s pussy as she moaned loudly and bucked her hips against his face. Marla never stopped sucking his cock, she was alternating between deep throating it and licking his balls.
Fran had now removed her clothes and was rubbing her pussy, watching her son devour Diane’s cunt. Diane was now grinding her pussy into Jason’s face, rubbing her clit against his nose as he licked and sucked her lips. Diane suddenly pulled away and moved to sit on Jason’s cock, Marla moved aside, stroking his cock to guide it into Diane’s soaking wet pussy. Diane slid down his cock with a moan, taking all of him inside her in one motion. Jason moaned loudly, and Diane began riding him hard and fast, her tits bouncing wildly.
Marla moved to straddle Jason’s face again, this time presenting her asshole to his mouth. Jason didn’t hesitate; he began licking and probing her tight asshole with his tongue. Marla moaned and ground her ass into his face. Diane was now bouncing wildly on Jason’s cock, her moans getting louder and more desperate. Jason could feel his orgasm building as Diane’s pussy clenched around him. Marla suddenly pulled away from Jason’s face and moved to kiss Diane, their tongues intertwining as Diane continued to ride Jason’s cock. Jason could hold back no longer. With a loud moan, he exploded inside Diane, filling her pussy with his cum. Diane moaned into Marla’s mouth as she felt Jason’s cock pulsing inside her.
Jason collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. Diane slid off his cock, cum dripping from her pussy as she kissed Marla passionately. Fran’s manual ministrations weren’t cutting it anymore. She moved to the bed and began licking Diane’s pussy clean of Jason’s cum. Jason watched in amazement as his mother eagerly lapped up his seed from Diane’s cunt. Marla moved to Jason’s side and began stroking his cock, which was already starting to harden again. Diane moved to join Marla, both women now stroking and sucking Jason’s cock back to full hardness.
His mother moved to straddle his face, presenting her dripping wet, perfectly clean-shaven pussy to his mouth. Jason took it in for a moment, then eagerly began eating his mother’s pussy as Diane and Marla worked his cock. The room was filled with the sounds of moans, slurping, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. Jason was in heaven, surrounded by three insatiable women who couldn’t get enough of him. Diane and Marla finally pulled away from Jason’s cock, which was as rock hard as ever, grabbed his mother’s ass, lifted it off his face, and slid her down, pussy juice marking its way down his belly, then they lifted her up, positioning her swollen pussy just over her son’s cock. Marla asked, do you want Jason’s cock to fill your pussy? “Oh God, yes,” she replied. “Jason, how does that sound to you?” Jason didn’t answer, instead he lunged upwards and rammed his cock inside his mother.
Jason grabbed his mother’s hips and began thrusting into her with wild abandon. Diane and Marla watched for a moment before Diane moved behind Jason’s mother and began eating her ass while Marla knelt beside them and began sucking Jason’s balls. Jason’s thrusts became more erratic as he neared orgasm again. His mother moaned loudly as Diane’s tongue probed her asshole and Marla’s mouth worked his balls. Jason could hold back no longer, and with a loud groan, he exploded inside his mother, filling her pussy with his cum for the second time that day. His mother collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath as Diane and Marla continued to pleasure her. Jason lay there, completely spent, as the three women continued to pleasure each other around him. He knew this summer was going to be unlike anything he could have imagined.
