"Hey, Mom. Yeah, they just dropped me off at the house," William said on the phone with his mother.
"How did it go?" Melissa asked.
"I'll tell you later. Are you still at Brie's?" William asked.
"Yeah, we are waiting for you to pick us up," Melissa said.
"Are you okay with Brie coming to stay with us?" William asked.
"Of course. Do you think Alan will accept that?" Melissa said.
"We won't give him a choice," William said. "Make sure she has a bag for a few days at least, and then we will see what we do with everything else."
"This is so exciting, and you did well, didn't you? I can hear it in your voice," Melissa said.
"I'll tell you when I see you, I just need to take a quick shower and change my clothes first," William said.
"No!" Melissa yelled. "I mean, we could shower together."
"Are you sure? I'm kind of sweaty," William said.
"We don't mind," Melissa said. "Did you eat?"
"They gave me some food, sorry. I couldn't turn it down," William said.
"Don't worry. We will eat too, and that leaves us with more time for other things," Melissa said. "See you in a bit."
"See you in a bit," William said.
The event had been tough, but so much fun. He was still bursting with adrenaline.
"Honey, I need food," Alan called as soon as the door opened.
"It's just me," William answered.
He tossed his bag on the floor and reached for the keys.
"Where's your mom? I'm hungry," Alan said.
"Maybe you could make a sandwich?" William suggested.
His father looked like he was trying to solve some strange riddle.
"I'm on my way to get her now, but I'm not sure she will be able to make you anything. Aunt Brie is coming with her," William said.
Alan was still looking like he was trying to figure out something deeply complex, so William took the chance to just leave. He wondered if his father would be able to solve the problem without him.
As he drove up to the parking lot he saw his mom and aunt come out of the door to the apartment building, and he drove up to them instead. His mom was holding a sports bag, while his aunt was dragging a suitcase, struggling to get it past the doorframe as it seemed to get stuck on the threshold.
"Let me help you," William said.
He jumped out of the car and ran to get the suitcase from his aunt, doing his best not to try and ogle her too-tight tights. Grabbing the sports bag from his mom, and carrying them to the car, putting them in the trunk.
"Well, how did it go?" Melissa asked.
"You don't want me to tell you later?" William asked.
"We need to know now," Bridget said.
"We didn't win," William started. "There were a lot of teams taking part, and everyone was really good. We did make it to the finals though," William said.
"That's amazing," Melissa said.
"How did it go in the finals?" Bridget asked.
"We were four teams in the finals. It was a timed relay race, and they put me as the last runner on our team. It was tough, because not only were the obstacles hard, but we needed to be fast too. I wasn't used to that," William said.
"So, you got fourth place?" Bridget asked.
"Fourth is still really good. Especially since it was your first time," Melissa said.
"We got second. It was amazing. I felt like I was flying through the obstacles, carried by you," William said.
They both screamed and jumped at him, having half expected Bridget to do it, but now when it was Melissa too, he got surprised and almost fell backward.
"Congratulations," Melissa said, kissing his cheek.
"You smell," Bridget said.
He figured he must. He had been competing in shorts and a t-shirt, and even if he had a sweater over that now, he still knew he must be full of sweaty smells.
"Did they have water if you fell?" Melissa asked.
"They did, but I managed to stay dry," William said.
"That is really good, right?" Bridget asked.
"Your team must have been very proud of you," Melissa said.
They had been very happy with him. Calling him Champ and trying to convince him to apply to the big competition on TV. They had all been on it. Even the teammate that didn't show up, but they all thought he would be able to do better than they had. He wasn't sure though. Even if there were strong contestants there today, it felt like the only reason he could do so well was that he had to make sure it was worthwhile to leave his two lovers behind for a few hours. He had done better than he had ever imagined but it didn't mean he could repeat that performance, never mind on TV on the most difficult obstacle course.
"We have big plans on how to celebrate," Melissa said.
"And you're sure Alan won't protest that I show up to stay with you?" Bridget asked.
"It doesn't matter if he does," William said.
He wasn't sure, but things had been going so well today that he felt confident he would be able to make him accept it for a few nights at least, and then with a bit of luck it could eventually become permanent.
"Let's go," William said.
He went for the driver's seat, but Melissa stopped him.
"Brie should drive," Melissa said.
"No, you should drive sis. It's your car," Bridget said.
"You drive because I let you have William earlier, but now I need to fool around in the backseat with my son for a bit," Melissa said.
"You let me? That is what we agreed on since I let you have Sir William all to yourself yesterday," Bridget said, emphasizing the word Sir as Melissa had forgotten it.
"I want to have a chance to smell Sir William a bit more before our shower," Melissa said.
"You only want that because I told you how much I wanted to get a chance to feel his natural scent, and maybe taste it too," Bridget said.
William was trying to understand what they were saying. They wanted him to come here without showering because they wanted to smell him? That was weird.
"This will be your first big test as our Master," Melissa said.
"Who gets to ride with you in the backseat, Daddy?" Bridget asked.
How the hell would he be able to decide that? He thought they would be good siblings and share, but at the same time it felt natural that sometimes situations like this would appear, but it just felt surreal that it was because both of them wanted to sniff him in the backseat on the ride home. They both were hugging him, looking up at him with puppy eyes, making it even harder to keep his head clear enough for a decision.
"Rock, paper, scissors?" William suggested uncertainly.
"Best two out of three?" Bridget asked.
Melissa nodded, and then they both stepped away from him, counted to three while moving their hand, and showed. Melissa made a fist while Bridget showed two fingers, rock beating scissors, and he saw how Bridget grimaced. Melissa got ready to start again, but Bridget hesitated, trying to figure out her next move, and then they counted again, Melissa showing scissors this time while Bridget was the one with the rock.
It was tied, and this time both of them took some time to think before they counted, Melissa showed scissors again, and Bridget held her hand out flat, only to pull her hand away fast in disappointment as Melissa had won her turn in the backseat with William.
"You're mine," Melissa growled, throwing herself at her son again.
"Fine, but the main event is still later tonight, so you better not make Daddy come," Bridget said, "and I will drive faster than I ever have before."
Bridget took the front seat, and Melissa pushed William into the backseat, getting in beside him. William tried to look if any of Bridget's neighbors had heard them argue, but he couldn't see anyone. He still didn't let her pull his pants off as the car stood in front of the building, but as they got on their way, he couldn't find any reason to not let her do it.
"Mmm, can you smell that, Sis?" Melissa said.
"Yeah," Bridget answered.
Melissa grabbed his cock and balls, carefully holding them up and away from his lap, and then laid down sideways on his legs with her face towards his body, lowering the genitals onto her face as she took a deep breath through her nose.
"You were right, Sis. So strong and manly. You must have worked so hard, Sir William. Holding on for your life as you swung through obstacles, pushing your body to its limit," Melissa said.
"You can smell that?" William asked.
"Yes," Melissa said. "I wonder if I can taste it too."
He wasn't sure why she wanted to taste his sweaty balls, but he also couldn't find any reason to protest. Her tongue gently graced them, slowly moving over his balls. He feared she would find the taste disgusting, as most people would, but he had also learned that his mother wasn't like most people anymore.
"Salty," Melissa moaned.
"Save some for me," Bridget said.
William could hear how she took deep breaths, sounding like she was savoring every one of them as her nose pushed deep. He felt how his cock was growing hard, and Melissa must have felt it too as she grabbed him with one hand, but not moving her mouth and nose away from his balls as she purposely licked and sniffed him.
"If we crash it's not my fault, but because I'm so jealous of Mel," Bridget said.
Having his mom submit to him had been strange. Hear her talk about how much she loved and adored him. Sucking his cock and making love. All things mother and son shouldn't do. Taking her virgin ass, and even watching how she sucked his cock afterward. peculiar things, yet this seemed to be the most freakish out of all the new things he had found out about his mom.
"This is so weird," William said.
He felt how Melissa sucked one of his balls into her mouth, holding it for a few seconds and then letting it slip out, licking her lips.
