The temperature in the room spiked instantly. Buried deep between Elina's massive breasts, Ron could feel the radiating heat. Instead of pushing him away, Elina pulled his head closer, crushing his face into her cleavage. Ron's nose and mouth were lost in that sweat-slicked, velvet mountain of flesh. The intoxicating mix of her raw pheromones and expensive perfume drove him to the brink of madness. Instinctively, he clamped his teeth onto her silk gown, biting down hard on a turgid nipple.
"Ahhh… Jacky! Oh God!" Elina let out a long, carnal wail. Her body arched like a bow, her fingers digging into Ron's hair to pull him even deeper.
Kate, watching from the side, couldn't stay still. Her eyes shimmered with predatory lust. She crawled toward Ron on her knees, her micro-skirt riding up high, revealing the smooth, pantyless divide of her thighs. She reached out, her hand snapping shut around the throbbing bulge in Ron's pants. Even through the fabric, she could feel how massive and scorching he was.
"Elina, look how hot our Jacky is. No one can quench this fire but us," Kate whispered. One hand milked his length through the cloth while the other slipped inside her own top to knead her breasts.
Elina pulled Ron's face up slightly, meeting his eyes with a gaze full of ancient, primal thirst. "Jacky... do you want your mother to give you relief? Do you have any idea how lonely we get when your father is away?"
Ron didn't use words. He reached out and grabbed Elina's heavy, wide hips. The sheer volume of her curves in his palms confirmed just how voluptuous she truly was. He slid a hand inside her gown; the contact with her burning skin sent a jolt of electricity through him. He traced his fingers down her spine, rubbing the deep crevice of her massive rear.
Elina broke. She fumbled with the belt of her gown, letting the silk slide to the floor. Before Ron stood a masterpiece of decadence. She was completely nude. Her heavy, pendulous breasts swayed with every breath. Her stomach had a soft, sensual curve—the perfect 'MILF' aesthetic. Below, a dense, dark forest was already slick with the scent of her arousal.
Kate's patience snapped. She tore off her top and skirt in one fluid motion. Her body was taut and athletic compared to Elina's. Her breasts were smaller but firm as young coconuts, tipped with prominent nipples. She had a narrow waist and a rear as round and hard as stone.
"Jacky... it's our turn now," Kate growled, yanking Ron's pants down.
His eighteen-year-old cock, a towering eight-to-nine-inch beast, sprang free, its head already glistening with pre-cum. Both women froze for a heartbeat. In their world of neglected desires, they had rarely seen anything so vital and powerful.
Elina wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. "Oh, Jacky... this is a monster! Your father could never satisfy us the way you will."
She fell back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her drenched core was now inches from Ron's face. She used her fingers to part her folds, exposing the pulsing red center. "Come, Jacky... fill your mother's thirsty hole with this hot rod. Consume me!"
Behind him, Kate began licking his neck and back, her hands roaming down to toy with his weight while her finger probed his rear, driving him into a frenzy. Ron was the prize in a two-woman hunt. He crawled between Elina's thighs, the primal musk of her sex turning his cock into granite. He lashed his tongue across her weeping slit.
"Ahhhhh! Yes, Jacky... just like that! Oh God, I'm melting!" Elina screamed, clawing at the bedsheets.
Ron was relentless. He buried his face in her, lapping greedily. Elina's body thrashed, her massive breasts swinging wildly. As he feasted on her, Kate pressed her naked body against his back, whispering in his ear, "Jacky... give me a turn... Elina shouldn't have all the fun, should she?"
Ron reached his limit. He pulled away from Elina's soaked entrance and turned to Kate. Kate lunged, devouring his lips in a fierce tongue-clash while her hand worked his length with a rhythmic, bruising grip.
"Oh Jacky... fill my stomach with your heat," Kate moaned before dropping to her knees. She took the eight-inch beast into her mouth. It was a tight fit; the head hit the back of her throat instantly. She bobbed her head, her throat muscles constricting around him in a vacuum-like pressure.
Slurp. Slurp. Squelch. The wet sounds filled the room. Ron watched her cheeks bulge from the girth. He gripped her hair, thrusting his hips upward.
Simultaneously, Elina knelt behind him. She pried his glutes apart and buried her tongue in his seat. The dual assault—Kate's mouth on the front, Elina's tongue on the back—sent Ron into a total sensory blackout.
"Ahhh... Ohhh... I'm coming! I can't hold it!" Ron roared.
Kate didn't let go; she sucked harder. Ron's muscles corded, his core tightened, and then—an explosion. Thick, white ropes of heat blasted into Kate's throat.
Splat. Splat. Splat. With every pulse, he emptied his vigor into her. Kate swallowed every drop, though some escaped the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her firm chest.
As Ron lay gasping, Elina flipped him over. she took over from Kate, cleaning every remaining drop from his length. Both women looked at him with predatory, satisfied smiles.
"That was just the beginning, Jacky," Elina whispered, nipping his ear. "There are three more mothers waiting. When they find out how much of a man you've become, they won't leave a piece of you behind."
Kate straddled his stomach, grinding her wetness against his face. "No one sleeps tonight, Jacky. We're going to drain you dry."
Ron sank into the mattress. His strength had left him with his seed, but his young, eighteen-year-old body was already recharging with supernatural speed. He realized then: in this palace, he wouldn't just be a son. He would be the sole master of five insatiable women. As they lunged at him again, his steel returned. The night had only just begun.