The clinking of silverware against porcelain seemed amplified by the tense, charged silence that dominated the dining room. We all sat at the table for Saturday lunch as if we were a perfectly normal family, but the truth behind that facade was suffocating. The scent of the fresh lasagna straight from the oven blended in the air with the lingering traces of Letícia's sweet perfume that still insisted on radiating from my skin.
I was sitting at the side head of the table. To my left, Sophia ate with an unsettling calmness, a sly smile playing on her lips. To my right, Bia kept her eyes locked on her plate, but her cheeks still held the flush from our earlier conversation. And at the main end of the table, commanding the room with the posture of a queen, was Mom.
"The food is delicious, Bia," Mom broke the ice, her velvety voice floating through the space. She raised her wine glass to her lips, her mature eyes fixed on me. "Lucas needs to be very well fed today. As I said... he is going to need plenty of energy later."
The piece of pasta almost choked me. Sophia let out a muffled chuckle and, beneath the table, made the first move of the game. I felt the tip of her bare foot slide up my calf, gliding deliberately over my pants until it began to rub firmly directly against my member. My spine shattered with the jolt of electricity.
Noticing Sophia's movement and clearly egged on by my mother's words, Bia decided she wasn't going to be left behind. She took a deep breath, set her fork aside, and reached her hand under the table. With an audacity that caught me completely off guard, her fingers reached the metal of my zipper and pulled it down with an almost imperceptible slide. She slipped her hand inside my underwear, freeing my already completely rigid and pulsing cock, and began to stroke me right then and there with slow, firm movements.
I gripped the edge of the table, trying to hold back a groan, but the peak of that madness was still to come. Mom watched my reaction with a glint of pure delight in her eyes. Without any rush, she stretched her arm under the long tablecloth, reaching over from my other side.
I felt Mom’s mature, soft fingers close around the base of my member, sharing the space perfectly with Bia’s hand.
The scene under the table was complete insanity: Sophia massaged the base and my balls with the sole of her foot, while Bia and Mom, one on each side, shared the length of my cock with their hands, moving in a synchronized rhythm that drove me straight to the edge. Looking up, however, my entire harem was perfectly calm. Sophia ate her lasagna as if nothing was happening; Bia maintained a look of fake innocence, and Mom savored her wine with her usual elegance. I was the only one about to explode.
"Are you enjoying lunch, love?" Bia asked, looking directly at me with a challenging gaze, while her hand speeded up the pace down there along with my mother's.
"It's... excellent, Bia," I stammered, my voice breaking, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead as I felt the combined heat of those three women completely dominating me.
It was in that moment of pure psychological trance that my phone, placed right next to my plate, buzzed intensely on the table. The screen lit up, displaying a notification from Letícia.
Before I could even think about reacting, Mom's hand moved with elegant quickness across the table, leaving my cock for a split second to grab the device.
"Well, what do we have here?" Mom murmured, sliding her finger across the screen to open the app. "It's your new friend from the changing room, Lucas. She sent an audio message."
Bia and Sophia didn't even interrupt what they were doing down there; the tranquility of my harem was absolute. Mom pressed play, and Letícia's drawn-out, husky, and clearly aroused voice filled the dining room:
"Hey, little brother... Just wanted to say the taste of your semen is still in my mouth and I can't stop touching myself thinking about you and your sister. Next time, I want both of you in my bed... or yours."
The audio ended, and Mom placed the phone back on the table, slowly sliding it in my direction. Her smile was purely predatory as her hand returned under the table, joining Bia’s to squeeze my cock tightly.
"She has a beautiful voice... and she seems like a woman with a lot of initiative," Mom commented, crossing the fingers of her other hand beneath her chin. "What do you girls think? I think we should invite Letícia over for dessert here at the house one of these days. I'm sure Lucas would love to see us teaching her how things work under this roof."
As soon as the words left Mom's mouth, acting like a silent command for the beginning of the end, the rhythm down there shifted drastically.
The three of them increased the speed mercilessly. Sophia's foot began to rub with a frantic force against the base, while Bia's and Mom's hands moved in a fast, intense, and perfectly synchronized friction up and down the length. The combined pressure of their warm skin and Sophia's smooth sole obliterated any shred of control I was still trying to maintain.
My entire body stiffened in the chair. My eyes rolled back slightly and I dug my nails into the wood of the table, unable to hold back a sharp, hissed breath that escaped through my clenched teeth.
Down below, my cock pulsed violently and I came hard. Thick, hot jets of semen began to spurt out with full force, completely coating Mom’s and Bia’s hands, while some of the liquid splashed onto Sophia’s foot and inside my own pants. The pleasure was so overwhelming that my mind went blank for a few seconds, my chest heaving up and down while my harem continued to milk me to the very last drop, maintaining their victorious, tranquil smiles above the table.