Unspoken Pleasure

Next morning I resisted depositing a load in Mom, not wanting to get caught before I set up the seduction. Instead, I walked into the kitchen in only my boxers and greeted Nana, who was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee.

She looked up and seemed startled to see me, especially wearing only boxers and my morning wood tenting out directly at her.

I acted as if that was the norm as I went to her, gave her a big hug, making sure my cockhead poked her side and greeted, “Good morning, Nana.”

“Good morning,” she replied cautiously, obviously distracted, but she didn’t mention my lack of clothing.

Mom came down a few minutes later and stopped in her tracks when she saw I was almost naked. She quickly recovered and said good morning too as if everything was normal. Except for Nana being added into the mix, it was.

We had breakfast, chatted about life and divorce and Christmas before I suggested that tonight we go out for a nice supper. I also suggested we get dressed up for the evening and Nana asked what that meant and I explained nice dresses and stockings for the ladies.

Nana laughed, “You really are like your Papa.”

“I like my ladies looking good,” I nodded.

Mom asked, “We’re your ladies now? We won’t be your young ladies.”

“Perhaps not, but you’ll be my beautiful ladies, and tonight you are both my trophy dates,” I declared.

“Do I get flowers?” Mom asked.

“Oh, I plan to give you a nice special bouquet,” I foreshadowed.

Nana added, looking to Mom, “Your father never bought me flowers.”

“Well tonight you will both be treated unlike any other day in your life,” I promised, in my head the evening ending with her eating Mom’s cunt while I pounded her from behind.

“I plan to keep you to that, young swain,” Nana responded, oblivious to what she was potentially agreeing to.

“I’m a man of my word,” I said, “ain’t I Mom?”

“Yes, you are,” she said, shaking her head at my innuendoes.

Nana, noticing it, said, “There seems to be some inside joke between you two.”

I shrugged, “All we have is each other.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to a great evening with you both,” Nana said.

“Me too,” Mom added.

“Great, I have a double date!” I declared.

The day went without event. Miranda was broadcasting live from the mall all day for some grand opening event, so I couldn’t see her at all today except by turning on the TV, so by the time evening came I was going through sexual withdrawal… used to having fucked Mom or my bride in at least one if not two or three of their holes by now.

Mom noticed it when I came home, or just knew me, as she quipped, “Doing okay, stud?”

“Not really. Regardless of how tonight goes, I’m claiming my morning Mommy time tomorrow,” I promised.

“I’m your caffeine?” she questioned.

“You’re definitely my morning wake up call,” I laughed, thinking I was indeed addicted to my mother. I knew Miranda loved sex, but she was more a night owl and it would be interesting to see if she was as willing to deal with my morning wood as Mom was.

“As you are mine,” Mom purred, squeezing my cock.

“You are mine what?” Nana asked, startling us both.

“My man of the house,” Mom quickly covered, managing to remove her hand smoothly, without a guilty jerk.

“You indeed have become a very handsome, responsible young man,” Nana complimented.

“You have to say that, you’re my Nana,” I countered.

“Handsome is handsome,” she shrugged, “You look a lot like your grandfather did when we were young.”

“Well,” I smiled, giving Nana’s arm a squeeze, “I guess it’s because of my genes then.”

“Sure,” Nana laughed.

“I like to think that I’ve played a role into you becoming the appealing man you are,” Mom chirped in, giving me a look that Nana couldn’t see that communicated way more than her words were saying.

I laughed, “Everything I have is because of you, Mom.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Mom said, before turning to Nana, “So, what are you wearing tonight?”

“How classy is the place we’re going to?” Nana asked.

“As classy as this city gets,” I answered.

“I’m not sure I brought the right clothing for such a place,” Nana said, “I wasn’t expecting to be doing anything more extravagant than hanging around the house and cheering up my devastated daughter who, by the way, doesn’t seem as devastated as I thought she’d be.”

Mom shrugged, “The writing had been on the wall for a while.”

“You never said a thing,” Nana responded, surprised.

“It’s not easy telling your mother, who can be rather judgemental by the way, and who was happily married for over thirty-five years, that my marriage was failing,” Mom explained.

Nana’s face dropped. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”

Mom, who was suddenly feeling very vulnerable, whispered, “It’s okay, it’s just that I was unhappy with Ted for a long time.”

Nana said looking crestfallen, “Honey, you can tell me anything. You and Elizabeth are all I have left.”

“What about me?” I joked, trying to lighten the mode.

Nana had seemed to forget I was even here. Mom laughed, “How could I forget about you? You’ve been my rock.”

I barely held back laughter at the naughty innuendo in her words that I’d been her hard place as I responded back, adding to the sexual innuendo, “Mom, you’ve bent over backwards for me.”

“And I always will,” Mom smiled back, before looking back at Nana and saying, “I have some big news, but I’ll save that until dinner; let’s go and get ready.”

I added, “I expect my two sexy babes to be dressed to kill.”

“View to a kill,” Mom tossed back, an inside joke about how all the James Bond movies are pretty much soft porn movies.

Nana asked, looking perplexed, “Do you have anything I may be able to wear to please your demanding son?”

“Oh, I imagine I can find something,” Mom smiled, giving me a wink that Nana couldn’t see.

“Well, go get ready, ladies,” I finished, “I’ll meet you back down here in forty-five minutes.”

“You’d better make it an hour if you want your ladies to be dressed to kill,” Mom pointed out.

Nana added, trying to fit in with the obvious flirtations, “Especially if you want us dressed to thrill.”

“Oh that I do,” I winked saucily at both of them.

I would have loved to be a fly on the wall as Mom and Nana got ready. Yet I patiently waited, hoping that somehow all the seeds already planted would blossom tonight.

An hour and fifteen minutes later, women are never on time (although who can complain when they spend all that time getting ready to look hot for you), they came down the stairs.

I wanted to say to Mom, ‘Fuck, are you hot stuff’, but instead complimented, “I’m definitely going to be a thorn between two roses.”

“Isn’t the expression a rose between two thorns?” Nana asked.

“Maybe I’ll be the evil one tonight,” I shrugged, “tonight is a night of breaking the rules.”

“Is that so?” she asked, looking absolutely radiant in a blue dress with a long plunging neckline that gave me a lot of flesh to drool over.

“Tonight you are not my Nana,” I nodded, before looking to Mom and saying, “and you are not my mother.”

“Then who are we?” Mom asked, playing along.

“Two hot ladies out for the night of your lives with your young… swain,” I replied, borrowing Nana’s antiquated term.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Nana joked, “I’ve had many dreams that started like that.”

Mom asked, “Sex dreams?”

“Alexis!” Nana gasped, scandalised by the question.

“After what we talked about upstairs, that question is rather tame,” Mom countered.

Nana’s face went red as she protested, “Yes, but not in front of my grandson.”

“I’m an adult now, Samantha,” I pointed out, using her first name.

“And does that make me Alexis tonight?” Mom questioned.

“It does, Alexis my dear,” I nodded, before asking Nana, “And what, pray tell, did you two naughty ladies talk about upstairs?”