Upstairs, casually.

Jack headed upstairs, feeling like he was floating through one of his dirtier wet dreams. It dawned on Jack that he was actually hoping to catch his moms eating each other's pussies, or at least, see them naked.

And, for the first time ever, he realized that he wished he could see his own mother naked, preferably after slowly ripping her clothes off, a button of her business suit at a time. The thoughts did nothing to keep his cock down which was not only obscenely tenting his loose shorts, but was threatening to break free.

By the time he made it to the landing of the stairs, his mother was there at the foyer as well, almost out of the door.

"Are you okay, Jack? You look all flushed," his mom asked. She didn't look flushed. She looked perfect. Except for the fact that her cheeks were wet, still gleaming with Jess's pussy juice. Fuck she smelled sweet, even from three feet away. She was going to wear her wife's scent like perfume.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I, um, I think I'm fine. I mean, why wouldn't I be? I was just running up from the basement to use the um," Jack stammered. His mom smirked.

"Bathroom, to take care of that?" she giggled and pointed down. "You poor boy...all this estrogen in the house..."

Jack looked down, embarrassed as hell, but still turned on. "Yeah, that's...um, yeah," he stuttered again, still unable to get his wits about him. He watched as he looked down, blushing, and he saw his mom's eyes travel to the pole tenting his shorts, almost an inch of shaft visible between his t-shirt and the waistband of the shorts as the thick pulsing rod stood out from his hips.

"Well, take care of yourself," Nikki said and then added half-under her breath, "before Jess or Lexi sees you..."

Jack nodded and looked up. It looked like his mom was leaning in for a peck on the cheek before she left; a long-standing tradition, provided Jack was around to be kissed goodbye for the day.