A Real Welcome

Following Cheryl's detailed map, I navigated my car down the quiet street, my eyes scanning the eclectic mix of buildings that lined the road. Quaint storefronts with colorful awnings stood alongside a few cozy homes, their gardens blooming with early spring flowers. The road stretched out before me, free of traffic, with only a single couple leisurely strolling down the sidewalk. The woman, a striking middle-aged brunette, wore a white lace bustier and matching boy short panties, her confident stride matching her bold attire. Beside her, a slightly older man ambled along in a loose t-shirt and boxer shorts, looking relaxed and at ease. They waved cheerfully as I drove past, their friendliness adding warmth to the otherwise still scene.

After a brief drive, I turned onto Light Street and pulled into the driveway of my new residence. The house, a charming Tudor Revival, stood invitingly with its steeply pitched roof and decorative half-timbering. An attached garage nestled on the right side, while a quaint photo studio occupied the left. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by an interior that was both immaculate and tastefully arranged. The living area boasted a wall of books, a large flat-screen TV, and plush seating that promised comfort. The kitchen was spacious and modern, ready to accommodate any culinary ambitions.

The house featured three bedrooms, each with its own distinct character. The master bedroom offered a luxurious King-sized bed and an ensuite bathroom equipped with a generous stand-up shower, a soothing whirlpool tub, and heated tile floors that promised warmth underfoot. The guest room was inviting and thoughtfully designed, ready to welcome visitors. The third bedroom, however, revealed a more unconventional side, transformed into a vibrant sex room, complete with an array of cushions, toys, a swing, and various other intimate accessories.

Outside, the backyard invited relaxation with its stone patio, a shimmering inground pool, and a bubbling hot tub, all framed by the gentle rustle of nearby trees. Contentment washed over me as I realized how comfortable life here would be. As I made my way back inside from the patio, the rumble of hunger reminded me that I hadn't eaten all day. I was about to consider dinner options when a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hello," it called from behind, soft yet clear. I turned to see a neighbor standing at the edge of the yard. "Are you Emily's nephew? The one taking over her house?" the voice inquired, extending a welcoming hand into my new life.

I turned around to find a petite woman in her mid-40s, her shoulder-length jet-black hair swaying as she called to me from behind the short row of bushes that divided my aunt’s house—my house now—from the one next door. She stood no more than five feet tall, wearing a short silk kimono that seemed to flutter with the slightest breeze. Its vibrant colors contrasted sharply with her pale skin, and it hung loosely from her shoulders, revealing her small breasts and hardened nipples. The kimono parted further to expose her intimately groomed triangle of black pubic hair. My pulse quickened, and my body responded instinctively. Trying to maintain composure, I replied, “Yes. I’m Sam. Who might you be?”

The warm, sultry air carried the scent of jasmine as the woman introduced herself. "My name is Janet, sweetheart. My daughter and I live next door." Her voice was as rich and inviting as her appearance. The silk kimono she wore fluttered gently in the breeze, barely concealing her athletic frame. "Have you eaten dinner yet? We were just about to when I saw you out here and thought I should introduce myself."

"No, ma'am," I replied, trying my best not to let my gaze linger on the pleasures revealed by her open kimono.

"Just call me Jan. No need for formalities around here," she said with an easy smile. "Why don’t you change into something more comfortable and come on over for dinner?"

"OK, Jan. Thank you. I'm famished. I’ll be right over," I eagerly responded. As I answered, she turned and walked back to her house. The soft sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the silky fabric that offered a tantalizing glimpse of her figure.

Inside, I quickly changed into a pair of silk boxers and a soft v-neck t-shirt, figuring that "more comfortable" meant something more casual, given Jan's attire. I headed next door, the anticipation building with each step. As I approached Jan’s back door, I hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air as I entered the kitchen. Jan was still in her kimono, the fabric swaying gently as she moved around the kitchen. She looked up and greeted me with a warm smile. "Sam! I’m glad you’re here. We're having chicken risotto tonight. Why don’t you sit down over there," she gestured towards the dining room table in the adjacent room. "I’ll call Melissa down to join us."

I took a seat at the elegantly set table, the polished wood cool beneath my fingers. Jan called out, "Melissa!" Her voice echoed up the staircase. Within moments, a tall, leggy brunette descended the stairs. She was dressed in a white lace thong and a matching chemise so sheer it left little to the imagination. Melissa's long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her large, round breasts were clearly visible through the delicate lace. The sight was both captivating and slightly overwhelming.

Her hips undulated like a gentle wave as she approached, her voice a sultry purr, "Hey mom, who’s the guest?" Without pausing for a response, she lowered herself onto my lap, her fingers dancing underneath my shirt, tracing patterns on my chest. "He’s kinda cute," she murmured.

"That’s Sam, dear. He is Emily’s nephew and just moved in next door. Give him a moment to breathe and let him enjoy his dinner. He hasn’t yet acclimated to our little town and must be ravenous."

Her lips formed a delicate pout, "Awww, I just wanted to give him a warm welcome, Mom." She slid off my lap, her body shifting like silk against my thigh as she moved to the chair next to me. My pulse quickened, and my desire intensified.

Jan placed a glass of water and a steaming plate of risotto before me, taking her seat on the other side, her hand resting gently on my other thigh. "Go ahead and eat, dear. You’ll need to keep up your strength," she said, her voice a soft, inviting hum.

Though the food was tantalizing, it barely registered as I mechanically lifted the fork to my mouth. My senses were heightened, every nerve ending acutely aware of the two stunning women beside me. Their hands moved in synchronous rhythm, slowly tracing circles on my thighs, inching ever closer to my growing erection.

I had barely finished most of my dinner when Jan took me by the hand, her eyes locked onto mine. "How would you like us to give you a real welcome to Eden Valley?" she asked, her voice a sultry promise.

"Now you’re talking, Mom!" Melissa exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"That sounds really nice, Jan. What do you have in mind?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

Jan led me to a dimly lit bedroom at the back of the house, Melissa close on our heels. The room was a sanctuary of soft silks and muted colors, the air heavy with a mix of perfumes and anticipation. Jan laid me back on the plush bed, her nimble fingers deftly removing my boxer shorts in one fluid motion as she knelt beside me. My cock, harder than it had ever been, sprang free, standing at attention. Jan wrapped her small, soft hand around my shaft, her touch sending electric shocks through my body. Melissa, meanwhile, slipped her thin chemise over her head, her full, rounded breasts tumbling free, the soft glow of the room highlighting their curves.

She wasted no time, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive head of my cock while Jan continued to stroke me. They worked in tandem, their tongues and hands exploring every inch of my shaft. I was lost in a sea of sensation, my body aching with need. Jan took me fully into her mouth, her small, warm cavern enveloping me as she began to suck and stroke in earnest. Melissa, now naked, her lace thong discarded, straddled my hand, her slick folds grinding against my fingers. I could feel her heat, her wetness coating my hand as I slid my fingers into her.

My other hand found Jan’s ass, her pussy slick and ready. I fingered them both, their moans vibrating against my cock, their juices dripping onto my hands. I was a man possessed, my body aching with the need for release. When it came, it was an explosion, a surge of pleasure that left me gasping. Jan took my load into her mouth, some spilling out onto my cock. Melissa lapped at the mess, her tongue cleaning my shaft and her mother’s lips.

The room spun as I gasped, "Magnificent! That was overwhelming, ladies. I could have lost myself in that forever." My senses were a blur, my body still tingling with the remnants of ecstasy.

Jan's voice, smooth as velvet, whispered in my ear, "Don't you fret, darling. We're only just beginning." I could feel her breath hot on my neck, her words a sultry promise. "This place will change you, but for now, Melissa and I will tend to you, guide you." Her kimono rustled as it slid off her shoulders, a silk whisper against her skin. "Isn't that right, Melissa?"

"Oh, yes, Mom," Melissa echoed, her voice a sweet melody. "We'll take very good care of you, Sam. VERY good care."

Jan's nimble fingers worked at my shirt, her touch a gentle command, urging me to relax and recuperate. I was eased onto the bed, a plush sanctuary of indulgence. Melissa, her eyes locked onto mine, began her ministrations anew, her mouth a warm, wet haven for my cock. Jan, ensuring my comfort, shifted to straddle my face, her pussy a damp, fragrant heat against my mouth. I was drained and depleted, but the taste of Jan, the sweet, musky nectar of her, jolted my senses, reignited my hunger.

I feasted on Jan's swollen peach, my tongue delving, my fingers exploring, when Melissa declared, "My turn, Mom." They shifted, Melissa taking her mother's place, her bare pussy, slick and sweet, grinding against my mouth. Jan, meanwhile, engulfed my cock, her mouth a slick, hot sheath.

Once I was fully hard, Jan murmured, "I'm going to fuck you now, Sam." My cock throbbed at her words, eager, ready. She mounted me, her small hand wrapping around my shaft, guiding me to her drenched folds. She teased us both, rubbing my head against her slick heat before impaling herself, her tight pussy squeezing, gripping, swallowing my cock inch by overwhelming inch.

Jan rode me, her body a wild, wanton thing, her moans a symphony of desire. Her orgasms came in waves, her body convulsing, her cries raw and primal. Melissa, watching her mother fuck me, grew more frenzied, her own orgasms crashing over her as she ground against my mouth, her hands a blur on her clit, her swaying breasts a mesmerizing sight.

At Jan's command, Melissa shifted, presenting herself on all fours, her glistening pussy an offering. Jan, slick with our combined arousal, guided me into her daughter. I sank into Melissa, her tight heat enveloping me. Jan, her face a picture of debauchery, licked my balls and Melissa's pussy, her tongue a hot, wet caress as we fucked. Melissa, moaning and shivering, returned the favor, her mouth a hot, wet presence on her mother’s pussy.

The sight of them, the feel of them, the taste of them - it was too much. I erupted, my cock pulsing, my orgasm a blinding, mind numbing blast deep into Melissa’s snatch. Jan and Melissa continued to feast on one another, their tongues lapping at each other, with Jan sucking up the cum dripping from Melissa's pussy. Their moans a chorus of pure, unadulterated sin until they too, were spent.

The room was filled with the lingering scent of passion and the soft, satisfied sighs of Melissa. "Oh, fuck," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper, "That was amazing." We lay entwined on the sprawling bed, the cool silk sheets a stark contrast to the heated, sweaty skin of our bodies.

"Agreed," her mother purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble like the distant echo of a storm. "I love the feel of a new cock." She turned to me, her eyes smoldering with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. "Sam, consider yourself officially welcomed to Eden Valley. Your performance tonight was... exquisite." She reached out, tracing a lazy pattern on my chest with her fingertips. "You are welcome to come and fuck us at any time, and I do mean any time. That's how things work here. No need for formalities or announcements. Just come over and indulge in a nice, wild romp."

A slow, lazy smile spread across my face as I looked from one woman to the other. "You can bet I will," I promised, my voice a low growl of anticipation.

We untangled ourselves from the bed and stepped into a steaming shower together. The water sluiced over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our passion. Melissa, her eyes sparkling with mischief, reached for me again, her hands slippery with soap. But I was exhausted, my body sated and my limbs heavy with fatigue. I gently extricated myself from her grasp and, after drying off and dressing, returned home where I tumbled into bed, surrendering to the welcoming embrace of sleep.