Friday night.
Harold's week had been very busy. He attended lectures in the morning and clinical laboratory sessions in the afternoons.
After dinner he gathered with fellow students in his accommodation for chatting and drinking.
Once in his bed, late at night in his mind he invariably was back in Annie's and Emmy's house, reliving the various hot experiences with the women.
However, this made him terribly horny, and he had to masturbate often to relieve the sexual tensions caused by his dreaming.
As a result of his regular sex, first with Lydia and now with Annie and Emmy, he produced abundant amounts of semen that, if not regularly ejaculated, left his balls painfully inflated.
At one point he had seriously considered calling the women and ask them to help him. After all they had impressed on him that should his tensions become unbearable he should call them so that they, or one of them could help him. If only with a quick blowjob.
But it was already past midnight, so he dared not disturb them.
Harold was therefore highly aroused when he called at the house of his two mature female friends on Friday night.
The two women noticed at once his distress, and they looked at each other understandingly.
Emmy reassuringly nodded to Annie.
Annie was feeding little Derek, so Emmy took him upstairs where she made him undress immediately.
Emmy did likewise and within minutes he was inside her, on the large bed.
She reached out at his balls and felt how tense they were. He winced when she squeezed them gently.
Emmy encouraged him to let himself go and embraced him with her arms and legs.
She herself had now become very aroused by his eagerness and his urge and she squirmed to fully accommodate the massive penis in her vagina
"Give it to me, release it, let go," she told him, and the next moment he did...
His cumulative frustrations squirted as hot fluid into the body of the mature female under him.
By squeezing him with her thighs and by contracting her vagina Emmy helped him to ejaculate his full load.
She was a true master in finishing men during their orgasms; after all she had worked for years as a highly sought-after prostitute.
After it was all over and they had taken a quick shower, Harold and Emmy came back to the kitchen where Annie was still nursing her toddler.
Like Annie, Emmy wore only a gown over her naked body.
"Relieved?" Annie smiled.
"Mightily," Harold replied, "I thought my balls were going to explode when I saw you two again."
"We take that as a compliment," Emmy laughed and served him coffee.
"Now sit down and listen, "she continued, "Annie and I have something special to discuss with you. In fact, to ask you."
Harold sat down at the table and looked at the two women.
"Of course, go ahead, I owe you huge favours! You are so fantastically good with me!"
"Well in fact it is a big favour which we are about to ask you," Annie said.
"You have met Emmy's mother last week, remember?"
"Of course I remember, such a sexy lady," Harold replied, "what about her?"
As if they had rehearsed the conversation, Emmy then continued, "next weekend she has her sixty-fifth birthday."
Harold looked incredulous. "Sixty-five? Never! I estimated her age at fifty at the most, "he said in earnest.
"She would be delighted to hear that," Emmy laughed, "No, Mom turns sixty-five, but in body and mind she is much younger, not even fifty, I can tell you!"
"She's so sexy still," Harold half thought, half said, "she even reminds me a bit of the queen of Rock 'n' Roll."
"Wow, Mom would be even more delighted if you told her that!" Emmy smiled.
Annie then continued, "why don't you actually tell her that? We have an idea that gives you the opportunity to do that in person plus...something special."
Harold looked puzzled now.
"OK, let us be straight with you," Emmy took over, "we would love it if you were to spend a night with Mom. Fuck her, you know and all other things that you two would fancy doing together.
As a very special present from us three."
Bam! She had asked it!
There was a long silence.
Harold was visibly overwhelmed by the sudden and unconventional request.
The two women let him reflect and looked at him expectantly, even somewhat imploringly.
To their immense relief, Harold suddenly looked up and said, "OK with me. One night. Tell me what you have in mind, how to play it.
