You think you’re enjoying watching the girls make out, and you need to find a place to have a threesome.

You find it hard to watch the road instead of the rearview mirror as Leah and Tracey kiss and fondle each other in the back seat. You would love to join them, but you can’t think of any place private enough to park. Besides, Leah has to get home. Having two enchanted slaves is turning out to be more complicated than you ever considered back when you just had fantasies about having a harem.

The sooner you allay Abbie’s fears and let her know you’re with both Tracey and Leah, the better. Then you’ll get to spend some time with them both when mom is at work. It’ll be an awkward conversation to have with your sister, but she’s cool, and not at prudish about sex. She’s spent the last few years teasing you about how repressed you are, so she might even be proud of you, once she sees that the girls aren’t out to hurt you. You grin at the idea. Tracey and Leah are guaranteed by magic to never hurt you.

That reminds you again that you need to look at that website again. Maybe it has a spell or something that will help you with this situation.

You turn onto Leah’s street, and the girls end their kissing and groping. They both smile at you, and you aren’t sure how much of what they were doing were things they enjoyed for themselves, and how much was to put on a show for you. “It’s the next house on the left.” Leah says. She hesitates before continuing, “If we’re going to tell everyone we’re dating, would you mind coming to the door to meet my mom?” she asks in an apologetic voice. “My parents are old-fashioned. They might try to ground me or something if they found out I was involved with a boy they had never met.”

“I don’t mind at all,” you tell her. “It’s best if we don’t look for trouble. Try to behave as normally as possible, and don’t attract any unnecessary attention.”

You walk with the girls to Leah’s front door and exchange polite hellos with Leah’s mother whom Tracey calls Mrs. Samuels. It occurs to you that until then, you didn’t even know Leah’s last name. You make the excuse that you still have to drop Tracey off and get home for family dinner yourself. You don’t want Mrs. Samuels to think things are getting serious between you and Leah too quickly, so you say goodbye to Leah with a wave and not a kiss. As far as her mom knows, you’re just a friend giving her a ride home.

As you’re driving away, Tracey strokes her hand up your thigh to your crotch, rubbing your cock through your jeans. It stiffens immediately at her touch. “Do we have time for at least a quick blowjob, boss? Leah got some today, but I haven’t yet. I’m getting… needy.” She squirms in her seat.

“I’d love to, but I don’t know of any place private,” you tell her. “Things are going to be difficult until we find a good place to all be together.”

“Tell me about it,” Tracey says, sounding frustrated. She rubs her thighs together and gives your hard-on a squeeze. “Let’s just go to my house,” she suggests. “My mom will be home, but she’ll be in her office working, and she won’t suspect anything’s going on with a guy. I’ll suck you off, quick and quiet.”

You glance over at Tracey, and she has a yearning look on her face. “Are you sure that’ll be enough, um, contact? I mean, if I don’t, you know, do anything for you? Make you cum?”

Tracey strokes more firmly over the bulge in your jeans. Your cock flexes and throbs in response “Oh, fucking you would be heaven, Boss. But there’s no way I could keep quiet enough that my mom wouldn’t hear us. Making you cum is what I really need. That’s what’s important to me, you should know that by now.”

You don’t need to be convinced anymore. “OK. We’ll do that. Have I ever told you how happy I am that I enchanted you?” You grin wide. Then you nod down at her hand grinding on your crotch. “But if your mom is going to be home, you probably should lay off that for a while. I’d rather she doesn’t see me with a raging boner the first time I meet her. It might make her suspicious.” You laugh.

Tracey pulls her hand away, with a gasp. “Sorry boss, I wasn’t thinking. It’s hard for me to imagine anyone not wanting to see your raging boner.” She giggles.

You drive to Tracey’s place, which is in a richer neighborhood than yours or Leah’s. The house is big and modern, a McMansion, set on a big property at the end of a cul-de-sac. “I didn’t know you were pretty, popular, and rich, too. You’d be the mean girl in any teen comedy.” You laugh.

Tracey smirks at you. “Mom did ok in the divorce, and she sells real estate, so she got good deals and traded up houses a few times while I was growing up,’ she explains.

When you get inside, Tracey takes you into her mother’s office to introduce you. When you see her, you can’t help thinking that Tracey’s mom has got it going on. You know the old song was “Stacey’s Mom,” but looking at her, you don’t care. She looks like an older version of Tracey, and she’s kept herself in great shape. You’re encouraged to think that your **** is likely to stay as hot as she is now for many years to come.

You keep as cool and casual as you can, “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Barnes.”

She looks up from her computer, “It’s Ms. Erickson, I didn’t keep my ex’s name.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Erickson,” you correct yourself.

Tracey tugs on your arm, eager to get going. “Dave’s in my English class, he’s just going to copy some of my notes that he missed.”

“OK. You kids can grab some snacks from the kitchen if you like. I’m in the middle of something, so dinner might be a little late tonight, Trace.”

“No problem, Mom, I’ll graze,” Tracey says as she pulls you out of the room and closes the door. “Come on. Let’s go, b…” she cuts herself off from saying ‘boss’ when her mom might be able to hear, “bud.”

You laugh quietly as you walk up the stairs behind her. “Bud? Smooth cover,” you whisper.

Tracey turns around and slaps your arm, laughing and rolling her eyes. “Best I could come up with.”

She takes you to her room and closes the door behind you. She pushes you back against it and goes straight down to her knees. She opens your jeans and tugs them and your boxers down to your knees in an eager rush. Your cock is already growing and stiffening. She grabs it and sucks half of your shaft into her mouth in one move.

You lean back against the door to steady yourself and try to keep from groaning in pleasure as Tracey’s head bobs fast. You rest your hands on her head but don’t grab her hair or control her movements. You’re enjoying letting her do all the work. Her hand wraps around the base of your shaft and follows her mouth, giving your whole dick attention the whole time.

You manage to keep quiet, but Tracey is letting out soft, high whines the whole time. She sounds almost like a dog begging for a treat. You don’t want to let her wait too long for her treat.

Your fingers curl and clench in her hair and your legs lock up. Your cock pulses and erupts, pumping your load into the back of your ****’s mouth. Her whines turn into deeper, lascivious moans of satisfaction. She holds you in her mouth, squeezing and stroking your cock, until she milks the last dribble of your cum from it. She pulls back and gives the now extra-sensitive head a soft kiss. “Mmmmmm… thank you, boss,” she murmurs. Then she pulls your underwear and jeans back up and reluctantly puts your dick away.

While she buckles your belt, you comb back her hair with your fingertips, smoothing out where you mussed it up. “Thank you, fucktoy.” you whisper down to her. She shivers when you call her that.

Tracey kisses the crotch of your jeans and nuzzles against it. “Leah’s right, it would be nice to be able to be out about all this.”

You nod in agreement, still stroking her hair. “Or at least have a place with real privacy, so we can do whatever we like without anyone knowing,” you say. "Is it just you and your mom living here, so when she's not working from home, we could all come here, right?"

Tracey nods. "Yeah, that can work when Mom's out showing houses or in her office. My Aunt Sam sleeps over sometimes, but most of the time it's just Mom and me here since my sister Sarah went to university. She's away now for a study abroad year. " Tracey gets off her knees and wraps her arms around you, leaning against your chest.

“Maybe once we’re done with high school, we can figure out a way to all move in together,” you comfort her, stroking her back.

She looks up at you, her eyes going wide. “Oh fuck! I have to tell my mom I’m not going to NYU! I can’t move away and leave you.”

You hadn’t even considered Tracey’s plans for university, or Leah’s. You don’t want to ruin their opportunities. It might be a hot fantasy to have two girls whose only job is getting you off, but their getting educations and good jobs would mean a better life for all of you. You realize this is going to take some planning and thought to work out. “Don’t do that just yet,” you tell her. “Maybe there’s a way Leah and I could go to New York with you. We could all be together there. It wouldn’t be a big deal to most people there, right?”

She smiles up at you. “You're full of good ideas, boss. But Leah is planning on going to Toulane. Maybe we go to New Orleans instead?”

“We’ll have to discuss it. Figure out the best plan,” you say. “In the mean time, don’t mention anything to your mom.” You give her a squeeze.

She nods, looking excited. “I’m going to check out rents. See what it’ll take to afford studio apartments in both cities. We won’t need a lot of space.” She rushes over to the sleek laptop on her desk and wakes it up. It’s fun to see her so fired up about your idea.

You’re thinking about how to get through the next few weeks until school is out, though. You’ll have to juggle Tracey and Leah between your place, Mark’s basement, and Tracey’s house, depending on which is free any particular day. Then on the weekends, everyone’s parents will be around their houses. Maybe plan a camping trip? But would Leah’s folks let her go, if they knew a guy was going? And you can’t do that every weekend. This is not going to be easy. You need a decent place where you can do what you want with your fucktoys, and you need to find it soon. An idea comes to you.

“Babe, I’ve got to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” you tell Tracey. Then you slip out of her room and close the door behind you. You move quietly to the master bedroom and find a brush on a dresser. You pull a blonde hair from it and put it in your pocket.

You go back to Tracey’s room. You tug her hair back to pull her gaze away from her computer up towards you and give her a long, deep kiss. “I’ve got to get going. You can me know if you find out anything good about apartments. I’m going to check out that magic website again — see if there are any spells that can help us out.”

As you drive home, you rationalize to yourself that you’ll only enchant Tracey’s mom as a last resort. You’ll see if there’s any magic solution first. Besides, Tracey asked you to enslave her girlfriend — said she wanted Leah to feel as good as she did. Maybe she’ll be happy for her mom if you enchant her, too. At the very least, if you tell her that having her mom as a **** would make you happy, Tracey will have to go along with it.

When you get home, mom is already home from work. She and Abbie are busy making dinner. You remember that you wanted to talk to your sister about your new poly situation, but you can’t right away. You set the table. Talking with Abbie will have to wait until after dinner.