That night, I couldn't sleep at all. I wasn't sure if it was due to the breathtakingly attractive and very nude girls on either side of me, or if it was what Lisa had said before she fell asleep. Had it all really all been Mom's idea, or was Lisa making a joke of some sort? And if it actually was Mom's idea... I shook my head. I couldn't even comprehend what that might mean.
I carefully pulled Lisa's arm off my chest and Jessica's leg off of my own, and stood up slowly. They looked so peaceful; so beautiful. My cum had dried under Jessica's ass and on her inner thighs; I'd have to remember to ask her if she was on birth control. Somehow, It hadn't occurred to me to ask when I was inside her.
I had to go somewhere to clear my head. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand; two in the morning. The world outside would be quiet, which was exactly what I needed right now.
Mom's car wasn't in the driveway when I left. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that, so I didn't think too much about it. Instead, I took off to nowhere in particular and turned on the radio. A driving rock beat poured out of the speakers into the faded interior. It didn't exactly drown out my thoughts, but it helped.
I edged onto the highway. I didn't have any particular destination in mind, but I knew driving would help me focus. The further I got away from home- away from my twin sisters- the more I began to see things clearly.
If it was Mom's idea, that meant she was okay with what Lisa, Jessica, and I had done. More than okay, it meant she supported it. And if that was the case, it was something that could happen again. Hopefully, many times again.
Or she just can't admit that she wants you, too.
The voice was so loud and so clear, that for a moment I thought someone was in the car with me. But then I recognized it as my own voice from somewhere deep inside my head.
"No way," I argued. "Can't be."
Why not? You've been the only man in her life for so long. You don't think she has needs, too?
I didn't have an answer for that- not really. Mom had most likely gotten me laid; sent my twin sisters into my bed. The only remaining question was why.
By the time I passed Pikesville, an idea began to form. But it wasn't until I was halfway through a tasteless breakfast at the greasy truckstop near Miller's Landing that I knew what I had to do. I'd set a trap. A trap of sorts, maybe; but my mother would be my prey and I would be the bait.
By the time I got home, Lisa and Jessica were gone. Or at least they weren't in my bed anymore, other than that I had no idea where they were. I noticed they hadn't bothered to clean up my sheets, but I didn't really mind. The room still smelled of sex, bringing back very happy memories that I vowed to remember forever. Remember, and create new ones.
In a house full of women, it was pretty rare to have any time to myself. Aside from the relative privacy of my bedroom, that is. But there were brief, predictable windows that I could always look forward to. Normally, I just used that time to watch porn with the volume up or walk around the house naked. Guy stuff. But in three days, I would be setting a trap for Mom.
I happened to know that Saturday night was going to be the next time I'd be home alone. Lisa and Jessica both had late classes, and Heather would be at work. Sam was going camping with some of her friends, and Jamie was visiting a sick relative in Idaho... or Ohio. Something like that.
That left Mom.
Once a month, with this Saturday marking the date, she would pamper herself just a little bit. She'd go down to the day spa, get a massage, and do whatever else women do at a place like that. But I knew something that I was pretty sure she didn't: this weekend, the spa was closed for repairs. If I was correct, she'd leave the house and I'd have the place all to myself. And if everything went accordingly to plan, about thirty minutes later, she'd be back. Disappointed, but back.
After that, the plan was very simple. I'd simply allow her to catch me in some sort of compromising situation; maybe getting out of the shower or jacking off with my bedroom door open. I wasn't entirely sure about the specific details, so I figured I'd just play it by ear.
It wasn't easy to wait. Every chance they got, Lisa and Jessica would subtly tease me in one way or another. They'd spend a little bit too long bent over while picking up a conveniently dropped item; wrap their towel just a little too tight after getting out of the shower; walk around the house in a tight t-shirt and panties. Nothing too overt and nothing that was a clear invitation to do it again, so I didn't bring it up and neither did they. I got the feeling that they enjoyed the game, but I didn't intend to let them win at it. One thing at a time.
Lisa's words still echoed in my thoughts. Mom knew. What's more, she wanted it to happen. I hadn't been able to think of anything else. Anything except for my plan.
Finally, it was the big day. I had hardly slept the night before, I was so excited. One by one the girls of the home left for their various destinations, until only Mom and I remained.
"Headed out?" I asked. Cool and collected, just like any other day. She didn't seem ready, and I was worried that she had somehow gotten wind of the spa's closure. If so, my entire plan fell apart. I didn't really have any sort of backup plan, either, so it was now or... well, some other time, I guess. But I preferred now.
She looked at the clock. "In a few minutes," she replied. "What, in a hurry to get rid of me?" she teased.
Dammit, Jake. Be cool, I scolded myself. "No," I quickly explained, laughing nervously. "Just don't want you to be late."
She looked at me strangely, but let it go. She glanced at the clock. "But I guess you're right, it's time for me to leave. Don't start any fires while I'm gone."
That was our usual goodbye; an inside joke that started when I was a teenager and tried cooking by myself for the first time. It hadn't been an issue again, but that event was still something that I'd never quite lived down.
The clock was started. I watched her car leave; fifteen minutes to get there. A minute or so to realize that the place was closed, then another fifteen minutes to get back. By that time, I decided, my door would be open, the porn would be loud enough to hear, and I would have my cock in hand. What happened next would depend entirely on her, but at least I'd have plausible deniability if she didn't like what she saw.
I chose carefully. The plot and pretense didn't really matter- it just had to sound good. I propped my door open and started the video. I took my time getting undressed before positioning myself carefully; just right to show off the best parts, but not obviously staged. Perfect. My trap was set.
After an eternity, I could hear the door open and close. My heart was thundering in my chest. I had no idea how she'd react. What if she saw through my ruse? What if she was disgusted or offended, or if she just didn't like what she saw?
I heard her say something, but I couldn't quite make it out. She was getting closer, coming down the hallway; there no going back now. I could hear her getting even closer. I closed my eyes; shifted my body just a little bit. Jacking off in the same bed that I had fucked the twins in drove me wild, just as it had every night since.
"Jake?"
I could barely hear the voice over the sound of the video. I didn't reply, as though I hadn't heard.
"Jake? What are..."
I heard the door creak open.
"Oh my god." It came out as a single word, tinged by surprise.
That wasn't Mom's voice.
In a single flurry of movement, I opened my eyes and covered myself as best I could. I fumbled with the volume while stammering something that hopefully sounded like an apology.
