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Unfortunately, they were interrupted before the second round could truly get going, Wayne being called to work with the threat of being fired if he weren’t there immediately. The sudden, unsatisfying interruption at least left the women with an anticipating mystique for when Wayne would return. They immediately wanted to make it an even more special occasion than the first threesome had been.

It took some shopping, but Ana put together the outfit Wayne had used to daydream about her dancing in. Of course, he evidently still did daydream about it, and after tonight, Ana suspected he always would.

Stacy was equally excited about another go at Wayne, another shared session with him and her mom. Her bright pink ensemble contrasted lusciously with her milky white coloring.

“He should be here any minute,” Stacy smiled, unable to keep her eyes off her mother’s big thrusting breasts in their low-cut cage. She guessed she couldn’t blame Wayne for being so attracted to Ana. After all, it even turned her on to have him fucking her mother.

“Think he’ll like the outfit?” Ana teased.

“Maybe if you do a good enough dance,” Stacy giggled. “You can get him nice and hot for me.”

“I’ll get him so hot, there’ll be plenty left over for me…”

The stereo was going, bottles and fixings laid out on the coffee table. Mother and daughter had already treated themselves to highballs. The lights were dimmed way down low and the bedroom was spic and span—ready and waiting for them to utterly destroy it with their need for each other.

“Remember the look on his face when you told him he could have both of us?” Stacy smiled. “It was like he had a vision of just how hard he was going to fuck us both…”

“I haven’t been able to think of anything else,” Ana laughed. She ran her tongue along her plump lips and squeezed her rich thighs together. “My clit’s buzzing. It knows it has to be ready…”

“Mine’s tingling too,” Stacy breathed. She twitched her ass and thrust out her breasts as if Wayne were there to see her.

Her mother’s eyes roamed lovingly along Stacy’s slender figure. Her daughter would be one hell of a fuck for Wayne—maybe even something more.

“Oh God, can’t wait,” Ana gasped, rolling her rounded hips on the sofa. “Maybe we should play around a little before he gets here. Imagine him walking in on us and just… joining in!”

“Mom!” Stacy laughed, shuddering herself. She knew she should’ve been revolted at Ana’s little joke, but the memory of Wayne’s cock sliding into her—filling her snug wet cunt—was too strong. “Don’t be weird!”

If it turned her boyfriend on to see Stacy and her mom naked together, touching each other, maybe even kissing… maybe even more than kissing… Goddamn, the things Wayne made her and Ana feel when he was good and aroused!

Playfully, Stacy reached out and caressed her mother’s thinly covered breast. The bustier was too slender to hide how engorged Ana’s nipple became. And Stacy didn’t feel any shame at the taboo. After how they’d both enjoyed themselves with Wayne, playing with each other almost seemed… natural. If he got to share them, why shouldn’t they share each other?

“Weird feels good, doesn’t it?” Ana cooed, reaching for Stacy. But before Stacy could see what her mother’s response would be, both women heard a car pulling up in front of the house.

***

Walking up to the house shared by Ana and Stacy, Wayne felt a warm tingling in his groin foretelling an erection. He couldn’t believe he was about to have a mother-daughter threesome, but the fact that it had already happened put the recurrence beyond a shadow of a doubt. He trembled.

It was the most taboo fantasy he could imagine, but not only was it about to happen to him, but this would be the second time he’d be doing it. Wayne now knew from experience that he would be using his hands and tongue more than his cock.

Before he could knock, the door open. A wave of perfume sliced into his senses, too fine to be overwrought, but too potent to be ignored. He saw Stacy in a sheer red negligee, revealing her all-but-naked body to the entire neighborhood—the combination of the sensational sight and her casually blunt exposure robbed him of his ability to speak. His cock surged in his boxers.

“Get in here, stud,” Stacy laughed, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind him. She locked it. “You remember meeting my mother, right?”

Wayne was just about too far gone to register the innuendo, but he managed to catch it. Far more of his attention was on Ana, grinning his approval at her attire. Her breasts looked ready to burst out of the thin, lacy cups that held them, while her toned thighs were half open, showing off the skimpy panties between her legs and the fishnet stockings that ran all the way down to her high-heeled boots. Her naked, animal sexuality was like pure heat radiated into his balls, just the way Stacy’s more slender figure got to him.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” Ana tittered. She made an O of her plump lips and wiggled her thick ass on the sofa. “Stacy’s told me so much about you, but I’m eager to find out for myself…”

Fortifying himself with the memory of how he’d satisfied both these women once before… Stacy countless times on her own, Ana even more in his fantasies… Wayne slid an arm around Stacy’s narrow waist and squeezed the pert, firm breast his hand found when he wrapped it around her.

“I just hope I’ve got enough for you to find out about, between the two of you,” Wayne chuckled.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Ana promised. “A cock like yours I can definitely get up for seconds.”

“Mom calls a spade a spade,” Stacy giggled. “We’ve got booze and music and even some Viagra if you wanna give that a try.” She reached over to take his other hand and glided it between her long, slender legs. “Do you want a drink? Maybe something hard?”

“Maybe when I don’t have to worry about getting it up.”

“Well, get it up and sit down between us, will ya?” Ana suggested. She patted the sofa cushion beside her. “We can play around until you decide which one of us gets it first. No, don’t choose now. Give us each a fair shot at convincing you.”

They all laughed. Wayne’s head was spinning. The total lack of inhibitions, the promises of having two hot bitches to enjoy, all their provocative acts and talk—it all served to swell his body, his ego, his need, all at once. It was like an animal in him was free of its cage and wearing the rest of him like a suit. That was what he felt like. Some enormous, powerful beast!

***

Ana knew she’d gotten very, very lucky with Wayne. Her daughter had fantastic taste in men. Not only could he satisfy her, but he kept Stacy happy too. That he had appetite and ability for both of them seemed like a minor miracle after Ana’s years of waiting to find a suitable man.

Now Wayne could hardly keep his eyes off her as he shucked off his clothes. Stacy helped him, giggling and stroking his bare flesh while the garments came off. When his boxers finally dropped and Ana saw his manhood, her pussy twitched sensually.

She hadn’t gotten a good look at his cock before, hadn’t even gotten to really touch it—she’d wanted Stacy not to feel that she’d overstepped her bounds just because she was fucking Stacy’s boyfriend. But his prick was just right. Huge, but not big enough to go in too far. It would fit right into her snug pussy. It would hurt only a little bit, just enough to make her really feel how it was filling her.

Stacy was such a lucky girl. Maybe she didn’t know how much. Maybe she was a fool for lending this man out. But then, if it were Ana, she would share a cock like this with her daughter in a heartbeat. After all, why should one of them go unsatisfied when a man was willing and able to satiate them both?

“Goddamn, you really do have one beautiful cock,” Ana cooed, seeing the precum already dotting his glanshole. Wayne was uncircumcised too. Ana thought that made a cock feel better, having the foreskin just slide back as it penetrated.

“Well, don’t just look at it, Mom,” Stacy laughed. She stood behind Wayne, her right hand wrapped around his prick, caressing the big, hard endowment.

Animalistic lust ran across Ana’s mound, up to her swelling breasts, even made her parted lips tingle. A good tonguejob was always nice, but it felt like she’d waited forever to enjoy a nice big cock like Stacy’s man had.

“You’d better not be teasing me!” Ana breathed, working her hips in fucking motions, creaking across the sofa cushion.

She pulled on the fingerless gloves that wrapped up her hands, breathed against her too-tight lace bustier. The anticipation was agony on her sex. Her panties were already soaked, her labia engorged, her clit stiff as hell…

“Why don’t you go a little dance for us—just like in Wayne’s fantasy—and we’ll fool around some?” Stacy suggested.

She saw her mother’s flushed face be graced by a pleased smile and Stacy shuddered, liking how it felt to rub herself against Wayne’s muscular ass. Her poor mother hadn’t tasted a cock like Wayne’s in years. And Stacy hadn’t been able to satisfy him either. But now they’d stumbled onto the right combination. The right man for both of them turned out to be the same man. He just had to be motivated.

Wayne and Stacy dropped down onto the couch while Ana jumped up off it, posing for them in her bodice and panties and heels. Then her nubile hips caught the lazy beat of the speakers. Stacy giggled, pulling her thin shoulder straps down under her arms, freeing her breasts. Wayne stared at them, then turned to look at Ana’s weaving ass, her long slender legs encased in glamorous fishnets. His cock felt too immense to fit into either woman; it felt like it was for both of them.