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Lesbian Lovers' Boy-Toy

Brandon has lived with bisexual lovers Janice and Maureen since his own parents passed away. But now he is all grown up, and his guardians are wondering if they should bring him into their relationship. Who will win the bet? Sultry, sexy Janice or not-so-innocent Maureen? Life is fun when you're the lesbian lovers' boy-toy!

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

“Hello?” The voice, clear and resonant, echoed through the house.

“Hey, honey!” She walked out of her bedroom and leaned over the bannister, making sure to give Brandon a good look at her breasts, which were barely restrained by the tight, scoop-neck top she was wearing. “How was school?”

Brandon shrugged as she walked down the stairs. “It was school,” he said with a crooked smile. “What have you been up to today? Where’s Maureen?”

“She’s meeting with a client,” she replied. She made a face. “Potential client, at least. I think that after you leave for college, she’s going to try to get some larger customers. The people she has pays the bills, with a little left over,” she commented, looking around at the large, comfortable house. “With some help from me. But there’s no reason why she shouldn’t try to expand a bit. She’s damn smart, Brandon. I hope you appreciate what she’s done for you.”

“I do.”

“I know you do.” She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, savoring the strength of his warm male body, so different from her wife’s. She looked up at him teasingly. “And you better not be one of those kids who never comes back home once they leave for college, unless they’re out of clean clothes and need someone to do the laundry. I love Maureen, Brandon, but I’m not sure about the two of us kicking around here all by ourselves.”

“You’re only thirty-nine,” he said, his breath ruffling her hair. “Maybe you two could adopt. Or…or one of those other things. In vitro, or whatever. I wouldn’t mind a little brother. Or sister.”

She snorted, and pulled away slightly. “I like the things which lead to getting children. But I’m not sure how good a mom I would be, kiddo.”

He frowned down at her. “You did all right with me.”

“Yeah. But you were three. Can you imagine me trying to potty-train a toddler? I don’t have the patience. I’d go nuts.”

He folded her back in with a low laugh, and she bit back a sigh of pleasure. It was only with the greatest difficulty that she kept herself from reaching down to fondle his manhood. She could sense it, deep inside his jeans. Not hard, not yet. But close. It would take only a push to nudge him over the edge.

But how to get him there, dammit? She had worn this outfit solely for the purpose of getting him excited. Her top was low-cut and didn’t even reach to her waist. An old shirt which she had kept through many years, it was thin enough that it was practically see-through. And her skirt barely reached the middle of her thighs.

Come on, Brandon. Make a move. I’m right here. Her body was hot and flushed, blood pounding at his nearness.
85 printed pages
Original publication
2019

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