He follows the women to the living room - quite a big space with an impressive home entertainment system. Of course every woman has an account with personal access to all information and entertainment networks in her own room, but the lounge area is designed and built for group events. Family nights. Parties. Enough space to comfortably fit the whole household. More than ample room for the three to make themselves comfortable. Even though only the two women really do. Alex didn't fully understand all of their conversation during dinner of course -- women talking usually goes over his head-- but he did notice the more than friendly mood between them.
It doesn't come as a surprise -- they have used a man together now, after all, and this is exactly what the main purpose of men and their ritual use in this society is. Not the women's own physical pleasure -- they didn't come, yet, after all. And certainly not his -- though he Did come -- kinda. That's more the slightly gross side effect of such an affair due to male weakness and lack of self control.
No, the main purpose of the last hours, the two women using him as their toy, was female bonding. They were close yesterday, found each other sympathetic at first sight, as everyone could see. Became friends immediately. But today, after officially sharing control over Alex's life in school and just as as much over his body later in his mother's bed, they are more than friends. They are - Family. In a way he as a man would never fully grasp. With a deeper connection men could Ever share -- he never felt any type of male bond beyond superficial sympathy, a sharing of interests with another boy and from his observations he knows other men don't either. The male psyche and emotional range just are not cut out for it. Female bonds on the other hand are the strongest thing in the world. Unless anything dramatic happens, Tina and Sandrine will be connected for life -- connected by Alex.
He sighs as he sits down on the couch and his eyes wander over to the women, embracing, giggling, whispering into each other's ear. Highly important things, things of depth and meaning, Alex is certain. He feels envy, deep inside of him. Neither his familiar bond with his mother - the closest connection he ever had to a human being - nor the growing and very different but even more thrilling bond between him and Tina can obviously be a match for the one these two women are developing. Being an emotionally immature male, he'll never know. But he takes deep breath. He is incremental in this bond. He did his duty as a male for these two women, serving as a catalyst for their relationship, bringing them together and being the glue that binds them. It's feels like a small feat with a small reward compared to what the women do. But it is his task as a man. And he's proud he did it well.
Smiling he keeps watching the women as a movie plays on the TV -- light entertainment, the Billy Movie. He doesn't really like this on. He did love playing with his Billy doll as a little boy, it taught him a man's place in society by letting Billy serve all the female dolls. This movie though - it seems to have some kind of weird modern message about how men should strive for more. It's a message that confuses his simple mind, especially coming from his old buddy Billy. Judging from Tina snorting at some of the movie's lines, when shifting some of her attention from making out with his mother to the screen, it seems she agrees with him on that one. Sandrine really seemed to like it, though, the first time she watched it with him in theatre. She even took him twice. Being in the unenviable situation of not actually having a clear female perspective to tell him what to think, he actively doesn't watch it and so has ample time to enjoy the other show -- much more entertaining -- of the two women in his life kissing, stroking each other, making out. They ignore him completely -- he can't blame them, he never really understood why women even bother with males when they could just enjoy each other's company, in the first place. So much more graceful, satisfying, sacred is the act of two women in the realm of passion than when they get a small man and his small dick involved. His small dick throbs at the sight nonetheless, unneeded and useless as it is. The moans and sighs, radiant female bodies performing their sacred union. But he's just a male, he doesn't have to understand why women bother with him, just be grateful for it. And be humble and silent when they don't have use for him.
Eventually the movie ends -- at least the ending he likes: after the make believe in Billy-Land where male and female dolls weirdly acting like they're equal, reality catches up to Billy, he becomes a real man and learns the lesson of the movie - you can play all you like with dolls as a child, even pretend men are like women, but in this reals world, a real man submits. Unconditionally. Billy becomes the ward of the mother of the now grown up boy that used to own him when he was a doll, serving her beside his firmer owner. Even though he was let off his leash in fantasy-land over the course of the movie, in the end he's a real man now: docile and subservient. Good message, if a bit muddled with modern ideas of letting a man find his place below women instead of them just showing it to him. Sandrine and Tina at last let go of each other, just to stand up and walk into the direction of Sandrine's bedroom. Alex is uncertain...
"What are you waiting for, son?"
"Do... don't you want me to let you two alone for the night?"
His mother chuckles.
"Not today, Lexi. Tina and I have plenty of time to get to know each other without your pesky presence but on out first bonding, you'll be the witness the whole process!"
He smiles, gets up and follows the two women. No greater honour in this society than that.
He sits down on the foot of his mother's big bed as the two women fall onto the mattress in a tight embrace, kiss passionately, wildly, hungrily. Alex's cock throbs painfully, but he breathes in and tries to ignore it. Highly unlikely he'll get the chance to relief it today.
The women are taking their time, their bodies pressing against each other, both covered in a thin layer of sweat, their arms reaching around each other, legs entangled. They understand each other without words, Tina begins to slide down, kissing the older woman's breasts, her belly, licking off salty sweat and finally ending between her thick thighs. The mother lays her head onto the pillow, closes her eyes and lets out a reverberating, deep moan of pure bliss as the young lips close around her clit.
Alex is in awe. For his body, this is just arousing, the most arousing sight possible, in fact -- but his male mind, slow and primitive as it is, understands this is not merely physical. This is a sacred act, a connection to the divine no male could ever hope to get close to. Every religion in this world honours this - the sexual act between women, the pure sensual energy, untainted by male inadequacies - as the core element to their worship. There is nothing more powerful and spiritual than the female orgasm and there is no more sacred, enlightened act to achieve it than this. Sandrine comes quickly, aroused by a day of using and guiding her son and hours of foreplay with her new female ally. Retuning the favour, she lounges between the young woman's legs, kisses the fresh, juicy, young pussy, licks it, penetrates the lips with her experienced tongue and makes Tina gasp in a never before experienced bliss only a woman can hope to achieve.
The young woman lies close to him and Alex has to actively suppress the urge to reach out and touch her. He knows that would not just be rude but close to blasphemous. Men don't interrupt an act of pure female bliss. It's like bursting into worship of the Goddess herself. He puts his hands on his thighs just watching, his cock throbbing in dull ache of pent up arousal, as his new custodian comes when his mother kisses her clit.
The two women continue their worship of the female orgasmic force for some more hours, in all positions and forms invented by womankind. Whenever they come - scissoring, their pussies pressed against one another; licking or fingering one another, kissing various erogenous zones; breasts, thighs (female bodies are so much more complex than males) - Alex's cock twitches and watery drops of prrecum run down its short shaft. No way to resit the raw sexual energy these two women emanate in the worship of the divine feminine, they are pure lust, radiant bliss.
It's long after midnight when the Sex Mass ends and the two women lie back, relaxing, sweating, breathing heavily, giggling and laughing.
They look invigorated, filled with raw energy, radiant. Alex admires the two, knowing full well he would d be a quivering mess, broken and exhausted after so many hours of pure sexual service. Women are so much stronger.
They wave him to them and he crawls over, his hard cock bobbing against the women, making the giggle -- and lies down between them. He feels their breasts against his skin, their heartbeats, fast and exited, only slowly calming down, hears their breathing, smells their fragrances -- sweat and sweet sweet pussy, a fragrance he can also taste as they kiss him goodnight.
He knows he will not find sleep for a while. His mind is racing with the images of the sacred union he was privileged to witness and with more thoughts of all the things happening to him in the last 24 hours. His body is buzzing with unfulfilled desire, his cock throbbing, but of course as none of the women allowed it, he won't touch himself. It's OK. He doesn't need to sleep. Lying here, between the two women who now firmly have him under their wings, their bodies pressed against his, sleeping in a post orgasmic bliss from a bond he wasn't a part of and yet is essential to forge, is paradise. This new small core family unit he is now the junior part of -- is all he could want from life. His small male mind may not be able to see the grand scale like the women do - he's so grateful they take care of that -- but right now, he wouldn't want to. This moment that he lives in is all that he needs.
