This is the third chapter of this story. If you haven't read the two, I recommend you go to my profile to easily find the link to them.
It has been a year since I introduced my mom to Summer. Oh Summer, the joy of my dreams. It was painful to take mom to a service that in all reality, I should have been trying out myself. But, mom was in a bad place and needed help. Never would I have imagined that my mom would invite her over for dinner. Then, in an attempt to take Summer for myself that night, we were discovered, and Summer introduced my mom to the one man in her life she could depend on. Me. I never would have tried it had Summer not forced it on us. We definitely weren't expecting to enjoy it.
It took just over two months, but soon Summer moved in with us. We told everyone that she was my aunt and that she had just ended a bad marriage. We were letting her live with us as she got back on her feet. We had so much fun with her around. Thanks to mom's very large bed, her room became the bedroom for all of us. That was until I met Jean.
Jean was a fellow student at the local university. We had met in our English Literature class, and quickly hit it off. I had not planned on getting involved with anyone, as the woman of my dreams was sleeping with me every night, and I had my own mother as a play toy. But for some reason, I decided to go after Jean.
Jean didn't have a body that made men drool, at least not like my mom and Summer. She had smaller petite breasts, jet black hair down to her neck, a slightly athletic body, and a butt that was tight from exercising. Considering my preference for women, I was surprised that I latched on to her. It was her face. Oh, what a face. She had eyes that seemed to penetrate you on the spot, and a smile that would make celebrities jealous. Then she had her personality. She seemed both adventurous and timid. She had a sense of humor to match mine, and I got an inkling that she could have a sexual side waiting to burst out.
I waited before bringing Jean home for the first time. Mom and Summer figured out that I was distracted when I wasn't up for some fun one night. They had been bugging me since then to find out what it was and when they realized it was a girl, they bugged me even further to bring her home. We dated almost two months before I let her visit. She accepted the sisters living together idea, though she asked me later about Summer's breasts. I told her it was a desire of her ex-husband that she ended up enjoying. She accepted that.
It has been five months since I met Jean. We have each met the other's family several times. We even took a trip to visit her grandparents last weekend. School has been out for a week, and instead of going home, she got an apartment with a friend so she could stay in town. We have fooled around a bit, but have not gotten too serious in that department. While I have no problems being ready, she is more interested in waiting at the moment. I haven't given up with my mom or Summer yet, as it has helped me get around the waiting part with Jean. However, the amount of time I spend with them is less than usual. Since it has been a year since my mom and Summer met, tonight I planned on spending time at home to celebrate. Jean is going to a movie with her roommate, and I wouldn't see her until tomorrow. Or so I thought.
We had just finished eating dinner, and I was preparing desert. Mom and Summer were lying on the floor nude, with some large towels underneath them. In our house, we do pretty much everything nude. "Mom, stop trying to reach for Summer or you will screw up the icing! Now stay still." I was squeezing icing onto each of them in large swirls, starting from their nipples and radiating outward around their breasts. I reached for the ice cream scoop. "Now this will be cold," I told them as I took a large scoop of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream and placed it on my mom's belly first, then Summer's. Putting the ice cream into a cooler of ice by the wall, I grabbed a bottle and added some chocolate hard shell onto each scoop. This was followed by squirting some heated chocolate syrup in zigzags across their stomachs from their breasts down to the trimmed hair above their vaginas. Setting the food supplies aside, I repositioned myself behind Summer's head and leaned forward to kiss her. Moving down, I had just begun to lick the icing off of her left breast when the doorbell rang. "Stay here and don't move you two."
I grabbed a robe and put it on as I walked to the front door. I looked out the window and saw Jean. If I waited for my desert to clean up and move, Jean would get upset for having to wait. Yet she knew we were here. Taking a chance I opened the door. "Hello Jean, what's up?"
