Living with 4 Women and 1 Bathroom

Living with 4 Women and 1 Bathroom

I live with my stepmom and her mother, my step grandmother.

My name is Rick but everyone calls me Ricky. My mom, Shirley, who died of breast cancer years ago, loved Ricky Nelson. She named me after him. I'm glad she didn't love Elvis. A good name for a dog, I'd hate to be stuck with that name.

I'm a 27-years-old, college graduate. I majored in computer science and minored in artificial intelligence technology. I'm 6'4" tall, workout with weights, dumbbells mostly, a heavy bag, a speed bag, and I skip rope instead of running.

I hate running. Running hurts my knees. When I run, never running marathons, I sprint. I receive more benefits from running as fast as I can for short distances, 100 meter dashes, over and again.

Not renewing my lease, giving me thirty days to vacate the premises, my landlord raised my rent sky high to get me out because he wanted to turn his three floor house into six condos. My two roommates found other accommodations and, with me having nowhere else to go, unable to afford the high rental rates without roommates, I moved in with my stepmother, Emma.

Not all bad, I love my stepmom. Actually and surprisingly, moving home was the best thing that I ever did. With me working from home writing software code, able to work anywhere, I turned my bedroom into my office. My bedroom is plenty big enough for my bed, a corner computer table, a file cabinet, a computer chair, and my dumbbells. I installed my heavy bag and my speed bag out in the garage because of the noise and vibrations that they make.

I put up a basketball hoop, too. A mindless activity that relaxes me after working, I love shooting baskets. I shoot one-hundred baskets every day. It's good exercise. I'm at a sixty-two percentile. For every one-hundred baskets I shoot, I get sixty-two in the basket. Not bad.

# # #

After my dad died, my stepmom sold her house in the city, gave me enough money to buy a new Mustang GT, and bought a house in the country. The house is a big Tudor house, and has three floors, with arched ceilings on the third floor, and 2,700 square feet. Not open like the modern houses, all of the rooms are compartmentalized. Built in 1905, the house is 120-years-old.

The house has a reception hall, a big kitchen, a butler's pantry, a huge 24' x 20' living room, a dining room, three bedrooms, and a free space on the third floor that was perfect for a pool table. As soon as I moved in, I bought a pool table. The three bedrooms are big, 20 x 16.

It has a basement, too. Wanting to add a second bathroom, already adding the plumbing, my dad started doing over the basement before he died but wasn't close to finishing it. He still needed to install a floor, a ceiling, frame it, drywall it, paint it, and carpet it.

After my dad died of COVID, with her not having a man in her life, not remarrying, or having a boyfriend, my stepmom lived alone in this huge house. Lonely with not many neighbors, and no one visiting but her mother, Grace, and her best friend, Rachel, she welcomed me home. Living back home after five-years of living on my own felt weird. Yet, with me not dating anyone, living with my stepmom will do for now.

Besides, with her raising me since I was seven-years-old, with my birth mom in and out of hospitals, barely remembering her, I felt as if Emma was my birth mother. I love my stepmom. We've always gotten along. Able to talk to her about anything, we laugh over nothing. We've grown to be close friends. If I could marry her, I would.

# # #

"I'm so glad you're back living with me. You can help me with the heavy lifting, and reaching things that I can't reach," said my mom. "We can watch movies, cuddle on the couch, and play board games and card games like we used to do."

Not into board games and card games, I was more interested in video games. Then, as soon as I turned eighteen-years-old, things changed. Instead of sitting beside her on the couch playing a game, I sat on the floor on a pillow. With me having an ulterior motive, she sat on the couch in front of me, and I was at eyelevel of her knees.

Something that I masturbated over later, every time my stepmom leaned forward to play a piece, she parted her knees enough to flash me her panties. When wearing her nightgown, she flashed me up nightgown peeks of her naked pussy. Then, as if she was deliberately teasing me, when she leaned forward, longer, and lower than necessary, her blouse leaned forward with her. She flashed me down blouse views of her long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bras.

When she leaned forward while wearing her low-cut nightgowns, her tops opened with her. Again, while leaning forward lower and longer than necessary, she flashed me her naked breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples. With me seeing so much of my stepmother, I wondered if she was flashing me deliberately. I wondered if she's an exhibitionist in the way that I'm a voyeur. I wondered if she was as sexually frustrated as I was horny.

Most times, she only wore four articles of clothing, not counting her shoes and her jewelry. She wore her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and her panties, or one article of clothing, a nightgown. Forget about playing board games with her, I'd loved to play strip poker with my stepmother. Only, she'd never play strip poker with me.

Maybe, if she had a couple glasses of wine and became a little tipsy, perhaps, she'd play Truth or Dare with me. I'd love to play Truth or Dare with my stepmother. I'd love her to tell me the truth about her sexual past. I'd love to dare her to do things that she ordinarily wouldn't do.

'I dare you to remove your blouse, mom,' I imagined saying. 'I dare you to remove your bra. I dare you to show me your tits.'

# # #

If she refused to play strip poker or Truth or Dare, with the both of us wrestling fans, I'd love to wrestle my stepmother. Daring myself to ask her, I wondered if she'd wrestle me. If she did wrestle me while wearing her short skirt, she'd give me constant views of her panties. If she wrestled me while wearing her nightgown, she'd give me continual views of her naked breasts, her naked ass, and her naked pussy.

As if I was about to fuck her, I imagine lying on top of her while pinning her arms down by her wrists. As if she was about to fuck me, I imagined her lying on top of me while pinning my arms down by my wrists. I imagined us rolling around on the carpet with her legs wide open while putting one another in wrestling holds.

Daring myself to do so, with her very ticklish, I hoped that the tickling would ease us into wrestling. While we watched a movie sitting together on the couch, as soon as she finished her second glass of wine, with her a little tipsy, I started tickling her. With her laughing so hard, she kicked up her legs while leaning away from me. When wearing her short skirt, she flashed me her panty clad pussy and her panty clad ass.

When wearing her short nightgown without having the modesty or wearing a robe over it, and with her not wearing panties beneath her nightgown, she flashed me her naked pussy and her naked ass. Sometimes, when her big tits fell out of her nightgown top, she flashed me her naked breasts, too. With me a breast man instead of an ass or a leg man, I loved seeing her naked breasts.

"Oh, my God, Ricky. Stop. Stop tickling me. Stop. Ricky, stop," she said laughing.

Then, returning the tickling favor, when she started tickling me, our tickling turned into wrestling. I wrestled my stepmom on the living room carpet. Climbing on top of her and pinning her, she rolled me over, climbed on top of me, and pinned me. I loved wrestling with my stepmom while dry humping her.

With her skirt or her nightgown climbing to her waist, on the pretense of wrestling, while making my groping seem accidental, I touched and felt her everywhere that stepson should never touch and feel his stepmother. Not slapping my hand away or admonishing me for groping her, she allowed me to continue touching and feeling her everywhere. With her returning the favor, on the pretense of wrestling, she touched and felt me everywhere, too.

As soon as we rolled around the carpet wrestling, wanting to say hello, my erect, naked prick always popped out of my pajama pee hole. In the way that I groped her panty clad ass and pussy, and her breasts through her blouse and bra, I groped her naked breasts, ass, and pussy when wearing her nightgown, she groped my cock. She continually brushed her hand and her fingers by my erect, naked cock.

Daring myself to climb on top of her, while rolling around the floor, the head of my big dick rubbed her stomach, her thighs, her ass, and her pussy. Returning the favor, she climbed on top of me and sat on me with my prick in contact with her naked pussy. Then, shocking me as much as she excited me, when she finally wanted me to stop wrestling, she reached her hand down between my legs, cupped my testicles, and wrapped her long, manicured fingers around my stiff dick.

As if I was her boyfriend, her husband, or her lover instead of her stepson, my stepmother held my cock in her hand. I couldn't believe she cupped my testicles, and wrapped her fingers around my erect prick. Never thinking that she would take my prick in her hand, the soft warmth of her hand made my cock feel as if it belonged there.

Instead of just holding me in her hand, I only wished she'd stroke me. I'd love to receive a hand job from my stepmom. While I fondled her big, naked breasts, I'd love for her to stroke me fast and hard enough for me to cum. I'd love to cum for my stepmother.

Not stopping with just a hand job, something that she'd never do, I wished she'd blow me. I'd love her to stroke my cock while sucking my cock. I'd love to receive a blowjob from her. I'd love to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow my cum. Then, as soon as she released the pressure of her lips from my stiff prick, I'd love to ejaculate a second load of cum all over her pretty face, in her blonde hair, and across her naked breasts. I'd love to give my stepmother a cum bath.

Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I wished she'd make out with me while making love to me. I'd love to French kiss her while lovingly humping her and making passionate love to her. Then, humping her faster and humping her harder, I'd love to fuck my stepmother. With her returning my fast and hard humps with her fast and hard humps, I'd love her to fuck me.

"That's enough, Ricky," she said with a laugh.

She sat up, pushed her big, naked breasts back in the top of her nightgown and fluffed her nightgown to cover her naked pussy.

# # #

The only problem was, even though the house was big for just the two of us, built a century and a quarter ago, my mom's three bedroom house only had one bathroom and very little closet space. Moreover, all of the windows were original and needed replacing. A big expense, thank God, the roof was recently done just before she bought the house.

With original woodwork that was never painted and hardwood floors that were never refinished, the dining room had pocket doors. The kitchen had a butler's pantry with mahogany drawers and cabinets with brass handles and knobs everywhere. The built-in China hutch in the dining room was beautiful, too. The living room had built-in bookcases on each side of the fireplace with several stained glass windows in the living room and in the dining room.

It was a beautiful, well-built, and sturdy house built with 2 by 6's instead of 2 by 4's on 1/2 of an acre. Perfect for a dog, the backyard was fenced in with a gate leading out to a long driveway with a two-car garage. All of the doors had the original glass doorknobs.

The one-hundred-twenty-five-year-old house had light fixtures, worth small fortunes in their own right, that were all original. The side transoms on the big, heavy, and oversized, oak front door were leaded glass. It had a front porch wide and long enough to have chairs, a table, and even a swing.

Unfortunately, a big problem, this big house only had one bathroom. Sometimes unable to hold it if I had to pee, as long as I didn't flush the toilet when my mom was in the shower, she'd let me pee. My mom has a king sized bed and I have a twin bed. A twin bed is all that I need, never tossing and turning, I sleep on my back as if I'm dead. The guest bedroom has a queen sized bed.

# # #

Living five miles outside of the city, we lived in the country. We were surrounded by trees, grass, and green fields, instead of by skyscrapers, asphalt, and concrete. We had a big deck out back with lawn chairs, a table, and an above the ground 24' round 4' high pool surrounded by a deck with a ladder.

With no neighbors able to see us, we could go skinny dipping if we wanted. Daring myself to ask her to do so, I'd love to skinny dip with my mom. As much as I'd love to see her naked, I'd love for her to see me naked, too. At the very least, I'd love to play Marco Polo with her.

'Marco,' I imagined saying.

I visualized searching for my stepmother with my eyes closed.

'Polo,' I imagined her saying while swimming away from me.

Then, once finding her, while pretending that my gropes were unintentional, I envisioned touching, feeling, and fondling her bikini clad ass and breasts. I imagined her touching, feeling, and groping my ass and my erect prick through my bathing suit.

# # #

As soon as I walked in the front door with my suitcase, boxes, and bags of clothes, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her big breasts against my muscular chest, and gave me a full body hug. Then, surprising me, while making eye contact and smiling, again, as if I was her long lost boyfriend, her beloved husband, or her hot lover instead of her stepson, she kissed me on the lips. My stepmom kissed me on the lips.

Seemingly, with her so happy that I had returned home, I couldn't believe she kissed me on the lips. The first time kissing my stepmother on her lips, with me not having had sex in quite a while, she gave me an erection. I wondered if she could feel my big dick poking her tummy.

Suddenly feeling sexually attracted to her, daring myself to do so, I was tempted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her while reaching down behind her to fondle her ass. I wondered what her reaction would have been if I had tried to part her red, full lips with my tongue and French kissed her. I'd love to make out with my mother while feeling her through her clothes.

Would she have allowed me to stick my tongue in her mouth? Would she have returned my French kiss with her deep, wet kiss? Or would she have slapped my face, pushed me back, and admonished me for inappropriately kissing her? Yet, taking my time to sexually seduce her, I didn't want to ruin things by prematurely rushing things.

If I dared to make a pass at my stepmom, she may ask me to leave. Even though I thought about it, I didn't dare try and French kiss her and/or inappropriately touch her. Instead, I returned her hug with my hug and her kiss with my kiss. I'll be masturbating over her kissing me on my lips later.

"Now that you're home, you can take care of the pool," she said with a laugh. "I hate maintaining the pool. It's always green."

Good at maintaining the pool, my job was to care for the pool, mow the lawn, rake, and bag the leaves, shovel the snow, clean out the garage, and finish the basement by adding another bathroom. The only thing that I hated doing was gardening. Fortunately, like her mother, my stepmom loved to garden.

# # #

I love my stepmother, Emma. She's 5'9" tall, has natural blonde hair, big blue eyes, and D cup breasts. She's forty-five-years-old but looks ten-years younger. She has a shapely body and a firm, round ass. Twenty-years ago when she married my dad, she was even more beautiful.

Shortly after I moved in, my stepmom moved her mother, Grace, in to live with us. With her on Social Security, unless she had a roommate, she could no longer afford her rent. I didn't care because I loved my step grandmother.

With me sitting on the living room floor on a pillow, and my stepmom and step granny sitting on the couch in front of me, I couldn't wait to play board games with them. I couldn't wait to see upskirt peeks of their panties or up nightgown peeks of their naked pussies. I couldn't wait to see down blouse views of their cleavage and bras. I couldn't wait to see down nightgown views of their naked breasts and their erect nipples.

Then, with my step grandmother as ticklish as her daughter, I couldn't wait to tickle her. With her being a wrestling fan, too, I hoped that my tickling would turn into wrestling. Careful not to hurt her, I'd love to wrestle my step grandma while she's wearing her short skirt or her short nightie. I'd love to touch and feel her everywhere while I hoped she'd take my stiff prick in her wrinkled hand.

# # #

The only problem was having one bathroom with three people, two of which were women. I may have to pee outside. Fortunately for me, if I had to go while my stepmom or step granny were in the shower, they'd allow me to pee as long as I didn't flush the toilet. I always waited until I heard them close the shower curtain and turn on the water before telling them that I had to pee.

Before entering the bathroom, ready to deliberately dick flash them, I stroked myself to a big and hard erection. Then, instead of standing to pee with my back to the shower, I faced the shower while slowly pushing down my pajama bottoms before sitting on the toilet. With us having a clear shower curtain, I could clearly see their naked silhouettes.

If I could see them, they surely could see me. With neither one of them shy about looking, I watched them turn their heads to look. They not only looked when I dick flashed them, they stared. My stepmom and my step grandmom stared at my erect, naked prick.

I took my time lowering my pajama bottoms while continuing to dick flash her my naked prick to my stepmom and to my step grandmother. Instead of looking away in embarrassment and in shame, I couldn't believe that they not only looked at my erect, naked prick, they stared at my big dick. I'll be masturbating over dick flashing them for the rest of my horny life.

Then, pretending that I forgot, I deliberately flushed the toilet. Immediately, my mom or my grandmother opened her shower curtain to stick out their head and their naked breasts with them. I stared at their big tits in the way that they stared at my exposed prick. I dick flashed my stepmother and my step grandmother while they flashed me their naked breasts.

"Ricky! Jesus! I asked you not to flush," they said.

While giving them a longer look at my big dick, and continuing to stare at their tits, I slowly pulled up my pajama bottoms.

"Sorry, mom. Sorry grandma. I forgot," I said lying.

'I can't believe I saw my stepmother's and my step grandmother's naked breasts. I can't believe they saw my erect, naked cock. They stared at my prick as much as I stared at their tits,' I thought. 'I'm going to love living with my stepmom and her mother.'

# # #

With my mom working from home and with her always on her headset making appointments for doctors, lawyers, a tow truck company, and a modeling agency, she earned decent money talking on the phone. Between the three of us pooling our incomes, maybe down the road, we could add a second bathroom. That would be a blessing. A contractor told me that it would cost about thirty-thousand dollars to floor, frame, sheet rock, and finish the basement and install a second, full bathroom.

As soon as my step grandmother, Grace, arrived in a small Ryder truck, I rushed outside. My stepmom and I helped her unpack. She left her car at the rental place and would pick it up when she returned the truck.

She didn't have much to move, a rocking chair, a couple of small bookcases, a sofa, an easy chair, a couple of tables, lamps, rugs, a dozen bags of clothes, and a dozen boxes. Instead of having me climb up and down the tailgate, my stepmother and my step grandmother volunteered to stay in the truck bed, and handed things to me to carry inside. Instead of the three of us climbing up and down, them staying where they were was a good plan that worked even better than I thought it would work.

With both my forty-five-year-old stepmother and my sixty-seven-year-old step grandmother, who looked ten-years-younger, I was excited about living with the both of them. Having already seen so much of my stepmother, her panties, her cleavage, her bra, her naked pussy, naked breasts, and naked ass, I hoped to see all of the above of my step grandmother. Yet, never expecting to see what I did, granny's show of exhibitionism started early.

With them both wearing short skirts and low-cut blouses, bulging my eyes out of my head, and dropping my jaw, they continually flashed me up skirt peeks of their panties and down blouse views of their cleavages and bras. Every time they bent at the waist or squatted down, they flashed me their panties, their long line of cleavages, and their low-cut bras. The first time I saw granny's panties, her cleavage, and her bra, I had an erection. I'll be jerking off over seeing my granny's sexy lingerie later.

Afterall, they weren't just any women that I was seeing their sexy lingerie, this was my stepmom and my step grandmother. After having seen upskirt peeks, up nightgown peeks, down blouse views, and down nightgown views of my stepmom, this was the first time seeing anything of my step granny. Again, turning into a masturbation machine, I'll be jerking off over this day for the rest of my horny life. I only wished they weren't wearing panties and bras. How hot would that be to see their naked breasts and their naked pussies while unloading the moving truck?

# # #

With them both giving me a lot to masturbate over later, I couldn't stop staring at my stepmom's white panties. With her squatting down, and with her knees spread wide open, trying not to catch me staring, I stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her trimmed, blonde pubic hair through her sheer panties. Every time my step grandmother squatted down with her legs spread wide open, too, I stared at her sheer, white panties, her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her bushy patch of gray, pubic hair.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'I can't believe I'm seeing all that I'm seeing. I wondered if they were deliberately flashing me or unintentionally flashing me. Yet, no matter if their flashes were unintentional or deliberate, I love seeing all that I was seeing. I couldn't wait to masturbate over all that I was seeing now, later.'

When they continued squatting down, with me standing on the partially raised tailgate, and with them at my eye level I continued staring at their panty clad pussies. When they continued leaning at the waist, I continued staring at their long line of cleavages, and their low-cut bras. When I wasn't staring at the upskirt peeks of their panty clad pussies, I stared at all that I could see of the tops of their jiggling, bra clad breasts. They gave me a big and hard erection that bulged out my jeans.

My step grandmother, Grace, is 5' 7" tall. With her weighing about 135 pounds, she still has a nice figure for an elderly woman. If she wasn't my step grandmother, I'd do her. There's something hot about having sex with an older woman. With my mother nearly twenty-years older than me, and my step grandmother more than twice my age, after seeing all that I shouldn't have seen of them, I'll be masturbating over imagining them topless, naked, and having sex with them.

Even with me not blood related to my stepmother or to my step grandmother, should we have sex, the sex between us wouldn't be deemed incest. Because we lived together in the same house, sex between us would be incestuous. In the way that I had incestuous desire for my stepmother, I had incestuous desire for her mother, too. I wished I could have forbidden sex with my stepmom. I wish I could have illicit sex with my step grandma. I'd love to have threesome sex with my stepmom and my step grandma, too.

# # #

After the truck was unpacked, and after she had given me a sexy show, I reached up for my stepmother to help her down. As if she was my girlfriend, my wife, or my lover, instead of my stepmother, I wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her while lowering her against my erect prick. Only, this time, daring myself to do so, I dropped my hand down to cup her shapely ass through her short skirt. Even though I felt her naked ass plenty of times while wrestling, my first time feeling her buttocks through her clothes while standing, her backside felt so firm.

"I love you, mom," I said.

Then, while still cupping her ass through her skirt in my hand, I kissed her on her lips. Again, daring myself to do so, I wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. Curious about her reaction, if I dared kiss my stepmother in such a sexual way, I controlled myself from doing so.

"I love you, Ricky," said my stepmom.

When she didn't slap my hand away from cupping her ass, but wiggled her sexy ass instead, while dry humping her, I fondled her ass, squeezed her ass, and slapped her ass. She smiled and returned my kiss with her kiss. Surprising myself, taking a chance that she wouldn't kick me in my testicles, brazenly bold, I did the same with my step grandmother.

I reached up for her and helped her down. Again, as if she was my girlfriend, my wife, or my lover instead of my step grandmother, I wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her while dry humping her with my erection. Then, my first time kissing my step grandmother on her lips, I kissed her on the lips.

"Welcome home, grandma," I said.

Only, this time, unable to control myself, when hugging her, I felt the sides of her huge double D cup breasts through her blouse and her bra. Then, in the way that I did with my stepmother, I did with my step granny. I cupped her ass, fondled her ass, squeezed her ass, and slapped her ass through her short skirt.

"Ricky," she said laughing while wiggling her ass. "You naughty man. You're touching and feeling me where I haven't been touched and felt in twenty-years, not since your step grandfather died of a heart attack."

She laughed.

"I like it," she said whispering in my ear. "Do it again."

Obediently obeying her, I felt her ass again. With me standing in the back of the truck holding my step grandma, and with her daughter already inside of the house, she surprised me when she placed my hand on her breast. Holding it there, she looked down at my hand before she stared up at me while smiling.

"Are you a breast man, Ricky?

Before allowing me to answer, she asked me another question.

"Do you like your grandmother's big tits?"

While smiling down at her, I felt and squeezed my step grandmother's breast through her blouse and her bra, first one and then the other. As soon as I felt her breasts, her big nipples erected. While staring down at the big impressions of them, I fingered her nipples through her blouse and her bra. She surprised me when she reached her elderly hand down to cup, feel, and fondle my bulging erection through my jeans.

"I'm going to enjoy living here," she said.

# # #

She kissed me again on my lips. This time, shocking me, not expecting her to do what she did, she parted my lips and French kissed me. My step grandmother stuck her tongue in her mouth while allowing me to feel her ass and her breasts through her clothes. Then, stunning me, I couldn't believe it when she reached her elderly hand down and felt my erection through my jeans again.

It was then that I remembered reading a story about many women over the age of fifty-years-old, and specifically between the ages of fifty to sixty-nine-years-old being whores, I wondered if my step grandmother was a whore. With my stepmother only five-years away from being fifty-years-old, in the way that I suspected her mother was, I wondered if she'd soon grow to be a whore, too. In the way that I've always wanted to have sex with my stepmother, now, suddenly, I wanted to have sex with my step grandmother, too.

In the way that I kissed my stepmother on the lips, I kissed my step grandmother on her lips.

"I love you, grandma," I said.

Parting my lips again and French kissing me, she returned my kiss with her kiss.

"I love you, Ricky," she said.

# # #

As soon as we entered the house, my stepmom was on the phone.

"My best friend, Rachel, recently divorced, asked if she could move in to live with us. Of course, with me having three bedrooms, I agreed. You can have the guest bedroom mom and Rachel can sleep with me," said Emma to her mother.

My grandmother gave her daughter an uncomfortable smile.

"This may be bad timing but, I wanted to ask if my best friend, Dorothy, could live with us, too. She's financially struggling with the high rents. She can sleep with me in my bed," she said.

My stepmom laughed.

"Sure, the more the merrier. With everyone pitching in and helping with the monthly expenses, I have no problem with that. The only problem is that only having one bathroom with four women is a bit of a challenge. We'll have to devise a bathroom schedule," she said with a laugh.

# # #

In the way that I helped my grandmother unload her small moving truck, I helped my mother's friend, Rachel and later, my grandmother's friend, Dorothy, unpack their possessions. With the women both wearing short skirts, and squatting down, or leaning at the waists, never have I seen as many panty clad pussies and panty clad asses as I was seeing now. In voyeur heaven, never have I seen as many down blouse cleavage and bras as I was seeing now.

After everyone flashed me their bras and panties, I wondered if my stepmother told her friend to wear a short skirt. I wondered if my step grandmother told her friend to wear a short skirt, too. Women should wear jeans and sweatshirts on moving day instead of dressing as if they're going to work.

Now whenever we played board games, with four women sitting on the couch in front of me, I stared at their panties or their naked pussies. I stared at their cleavages or their bras or their naked tits. Then, when we wrestled, with all of us wrestling fans, with me wrestling four women at the same time, when I wasn't touching, feeling, and fondling them everywhere, they were groping my exposed naked prick.

Saving water, while wondering if they were having lesbian sex, my mom took showers with her friend. My grandmother took baths with her friend. Pretending that I needed to pee, I entered the bathroom. After having already dick flashed my stepmother and my step grandmother, I not only dick flashed my stepmom's best friend, Rachel, but also, I dick flashed my step grandma's best friend, Dorothy, too.

With them all feeling more comfortable around me, every day four women walked around me wearing their short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy bathrobes without having the modesty to wear a robe over them. Sometimes, giving me even more to masturbate over, they walked around me in their bras and panties. When rushing from their bedroom to the bathroom, with their naked breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side, they've dashed by me topless in just their panties, and even naked. Returning the favor of their nakedness with my nakedness, I walked around them naked, too.

Then, with one thing leading to another, not only did I have incestuous sex with my stepmother but also, I had incestuous sex with my step grandmother, too. I had forbidden sex with my stepmom's friend, Rachel, and I had sex with my step grandmother's friend, Dorothy, too. When I wasn't having sex with one of them, I watched them having sex with one another while I masturbated.

I had threesome sex with my stepmom and my step grandma. I had threesome sex with my stepmom's friend, and my grandmom's friend. Never have I had as much sex as I am having now. Never has any of the women had as much sex as they were having now.

THE END