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Greg was astonished at being lifted by two short women. They balanced him between them, like they had done it hundreds of times. They had an arm over their shoulder and a hand holding him by his belt. 

 He took in his surroundings: The woods around the mansion were dark. The dense foliage sucked light. The dark bricks, wooden door and windows, seemed ominous. Greg expected the large door to creek like a bad horror movie.

 The door swung open with barely a sound. Again Greg noticed Mina and her mother had really old but expensive stuff. Every piece of furniture, carpet, lamp and Painting looked like it was an antique.

 Greg was dragged into a den, laid out on a large leather sofa, in front of a lit stove, his feet put up on the arm rest. He appreciated the speed and care the two women gave him. They were very efficient and carefully made sure he didn't bump against anything. He also noticed the warm light bathing him. The huge fire stove was warming him up. 

 Mina sat next to him and gently stroked his forehead."Hey baby, just breathe, you'll feel better in a moment."

 Greg felt his dizziness go away as blood rushed back to his brain. "What happened?"

 Mina smiled at him. "Well you're training, so a lot of your fluids are swelling up your muscles. Your erection, held up a lot of your blood volume. I scared you in the car and My mother shocked you. combined with your weakened state; I wasn't surprised you passed out from shock.

 Greg covered his face with his hands; feeling embarrassed and humiliated.

 Mina just laughed at him. "Relax Greg, it's perfectly natural. you would have felt it, even if you were healthy." She pulled away his hands and kissed him full on the lips. "A glass of water, a minute to equalize your blood pressure and you'll be back on your feet." 

 "And I got your water right here." It was Mina's mother, with a tall glass of what looked like lemonade. She put the glass on the end table and with Mina they helped Greg sit up.

 "Greg, this is my mother Helen. Mom, this is Greg; the School mate I told you about." Mina's introduction seemed a little archaic to Greg. But he shook Helen's proffered hand. As he shook He couldn't help but notice Helen's indecent amount of cleavage; her tits shook with her hand. She was not wearing a bra.

 "Pleasure." She said grinning. She knew exactly what he was looking at. And she didn't seem to mind a bit.

 "Likewise," Greg squeaked.

 "I bet it is," Helen said and bit her lower lip.

 "Mom, stop teasing him," Mina said, handing Greg the glass. "He's just gonna faint again. Greg drink as slowly as you can, or you'll choke." Greg obeyed. His recent hospital stay had taught him to drink extremely slowly, he had learned it the hard way.

 Helen got up. "I'll set the table, take your time."

 Greg could see her walk away, out of the corner of his eye. She was swaying the hell out of her wide hips. He had to concentrate on swallowing.

 "Sorry about her." Mina said, "I guess my mother is trying to embarrass her daughter. But I think she's over doing it right now."

 Greg was still drinking, squeezing a thin trickle between his lips. The sweet ice drink made it hard to hold back. He stopped to catch his breath glass half empty. "What is this?"

 Mina took a sip from the glass, making sure her lips touched the glass in the place Greg's had. The gesture wasn't lost on Greg. "It's a herbal Iced tea. She rolled her eyes, lemon juice, elder flower and a little mango syrup. I'm sure she just added the syrup just to help you stabilize.'' She handed the glass back, making sure he held it firmly before releasing.

 "It tastes amazing," Greg said. He was about to take a large swallow, But remembered to slow himself at the last second. Mina leaned in on him hugging slightly, the warmth from her and the stove pulsated through him, for the first time that day his feet felt warm. He finally finished the glass, suddenly feeling very tired, and made a sigh of contentment that turned into a yarn.

 Mina laughed, shaking his body. "Ready for a nap, big boy?"

 "No. it's just been a long day." Greg's eyes felt heavy. He could really use a nap.

 "Don't lie to me Greg. I can tell you're exhausted." Mina said in that motherly voice. "You can have a nap, right after you've eaten. Doesn't that sound nice?" 

 Greg felt very tempted; a nap sounded like bliss right then. "I always feel exhausted Mina. and we have things to do."

 Mina used a hand on his chin, to make him look at her. "Greg I need you to be clear headed, rested and full; when you help me make a decision. So you will have a light meal, so you can sleep, and a snack when you wake up. You will rest in the car on the way to the shop. When we get there, I want you firing on all cylinders. Do you understand me?"

 Greg gulped. He hadn't thought fatigue would affect his decision making. But as he thought; it made a lot of sense. "Yes ma'am."

 Mina helped him up. and led him to the next door dining room. They were set up at one end of a large dining table. A plate already set for him; a crisp salad, so fresh it crunched. The dark meat turned out to be rabbit. Greg was surprised at how full he felt after a few bites.

 "You don't have to finish Greg." Helen said. "Game meat is very nutrient dense and you're not used to it."

 Greg had trouble looking at Helen, without staring at her tits. "I guess this is why fast food is making people fat. You could eat three times this, in fries and burgers without feeling full. I finally know what is meant by; "Empty calories"."

 Mina and her mother smiled and they appreciated Greg's insight. The term "Empty calories" had been a mystery to them too. And Greg helped them get more in touch with modern terms.

 "Greg, will your parents be OK with us borrowing you; this afternoon and evening?" Helen asked.

 Greg thought about it. "My mom left years ago so she won't mind. My dad is on a business trip abroad, I doubt he'll notice."

 Helen and Mina both frowned. Helen broke the sudden silence; "So who's taking care of you?"

 Greg frowned this time. "I'm taking care of myself. I'm weak from sickness, not disabled."

 It was Helen's time to stare at him. "You sir, are staying right here with us. I'm calling your father right now, and informing him you're living with us, while he is gone."

 Greg was about to object. Helen interrupted him, "What would you have done, if you fell over alone at home, a lightly scenario in your condition... Nothing Greg! You would have died where you fell!" Helen was very upset, and almost screaming by the end.

 "Yes ma'am." Greg stuttered, he was sweating, the two women were glaring at him. He didn't dare contradict them.

 He took out his phone and found his fathers number. Helen just got frustrated as her phone couldn't connect to anything. After letting Greg see her phone, he saw despite having the same phone provider, she only had an intermittent signal. Where he had the strongest clearest connection he had ever seen. As he recalled, the phone tower was between the mansion and the school. "You can call him from my phone."

  Helen was surprised at the clear sound and connection. She got hold of his father and signaled Mina to take Greg into the den. She walked outside, So they wouldn't hear the yelling.

 Mina dragged Greg down onto the sofa, making him comfortable. She cuddled up next to him. He could clearly feel her tits and nipples through her shirt. Like her mother; Mina didn't wear a bra. Greg speculated if they even wore underwear. He looked around the huge room taking in the rustic antique look. The newest thing was the stove, Which was custom built into the original brick fireplace. An addition, probably suggested by the chimney sweep, who would visit at least twice a year. Meaning; they only made changes by suggestion from visitors. As Greg's eyes fell shut, he was making a list of updates to the modern phone systems and computer technology, since their phones were released. He dozed off to the sound of the fire crackling, and an extremely distant yelling. Helen was giving his father a peace of her mind. 

 Greg woke sweating, a nice alternative to how he normally awoke these days. He slept with a heating blanket but kicked it off while he slept. He also hadn't woken with an erection in over four months. He was not only erect but his cock was being stroked, enveloped in velvety softness.

 He was confused as he opened his eyes. He saw Helen laying between his legs. She moved her body up and down, stroking his cock, between her massive tits. Greg felt heavenly; he almost panicked, he noticed Mina pressed up against him, still asleep. If she woke up and saw Her mother tit fucking her boyfriend, she would never forgive them. 

 Greg didn't know what to do; he didn't want Helen to stop; he might insult her by rejecting her. He was very attracted to her and her tits felt amazing. On the other hand, he was betraying Mina. Even though they haven't made any formal commitment. And hadn't spoken to each other before today; even in passing. She had blown him without any hesitation or conditions, Other than not blaspheming. As he thought it Helen stroked her hair back behind her ear revealing the same pentagram earrings as her daughter. She Lowered her head and took the head of his cock in her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around.

 He flinched as he noticed Mina was looking straight into his eyes. She was smiling at him. "Nice to see you're getting along with my mother." She said. She crawled up his body grabbed his head and kissed him like she was trying to tongue fuck his face.

 Greg froze in shock but began kissing back, when Mina dug her nails into the soft skin behind his ears. She moaned as he reciprocated the affection. She showed her appreciation by putting a leg around Her mothers head and squeezing; forcing Helen's face to go deeper onto Greg's cock.

 Helen made a light few choking sounds but didn't resist having Greg's cock shove into her throat.

 Greg almost panicked, he thought he was hurting his host. But Helen had let her tits slide down between his legs, grabbed his ass and forced herself deeper. He made a small squeal into Mina's mouth. He was having trouble catching his breath.

 Mina shoved her tongue deep enough to touch his gag reflex, she backed off when his throat closed around her tongue. "Sorry." She moaned and let him catch his breath. She continued kissing his face while he coughed and swallowed.

 Mina and her mother were way stronger than Greg; he was totally helpless in their arms. Mina was holding his head rock steady and using her thumbs to stroke his ears.

Greg was being overwhelmed with pleasure, he was unconsciously thrusting his hips into Helen's throat. He managed to cry out a single "oh..." before Mina had covered his mouth with her own. The only sound was of the two women as they sucked on their boy toy. He came, helpless in their strong arms, barely able to move, unwilling to resist. He moaned into Mina's mouth, his restricted breathing extending his orgasm.

 Greg's body finally went soft in his lover's arms. Mina uncovered his mouth and let him catch his breath while she kissed his neck and face. Her small fingers ran through his hair massaging his scalp.

 Helen knelt between his legs and dried his cock with a dish towel. Her huge firm tits stood out displaying a pair of pentagram tattoos surrounding each nipple.

 Greg managed to stop himself at the last second. "I know I'm not allowed to blaspheme, But can I sweare?"

 Helen laughed. "Of course you may." Her tone was a pointed remark about his grammar.

 "Shit." another breath. "Fuck." Greg finally caught his breath. "Are you girls trying to kill me?"

 Helen was charmed by being called a girl. "No, but wouldn't you prefer to go out this way?"

 "Ha!" Greg's close encounter with death, had given him insight into how bad conditions could be, at the end. Alone in a sterile hospital bed for instance. "I can't really think of a better way."

 Helen had packed away his junk and crawled up his body. "Good, so we know how to get rid of you, if you tell anybody about us."

 Greg was surprised when he realized; he was being threatened. He didn't know how to react. but didn't have to, because Helen had climbed all the way up his body to cram a long, hard, tattooed nipple in his mouth.

 "Drink of me boy, and drink the milk of my body. You swear to never speak of the house and this family."

 Greg was slightly confused, but couldn't think of betraying the little family. He sucked and his mouth slowly filled with warm milk.

 Helen moaned and supported Greg's head. Her hand intertwined with Mina's.

 Mina took her mother's other nipple in her mouth. Together the trio fed and feeded each other there on the sofa. Fire crackling and Helen moaning softly.

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Greg finished his homework fast, his memory from the previous year was finally coming back. The head trauma had slowed his neural function, so he felt drunk when he got tired. He had to give credit to Mina. That afternoon nap was a great idea.

 Helen had arrived with a cup of tea, after the first ten minutes. She stroked his back and kissed the top of his head before she left. He regretted not slapping her ass, his manners had stopped him.

 The relief of no longer having erectile dysfunction had also taken away a lot of stress. Along with Mina and her mothers affection he was feeling kinda euphoric. 

 He got up and noticed; standing too fast no longer made him dizzy. He sighed with relief. Then he remembered the new stresses he got from this family. Witch craft, And a huge very affectionate hermaphrodite. He was a little scared; she might eventually try to fuck his ass or make him suck her cock. He didn't have a gay bone in his body. But he was thinking of her as "She." As in "her." And was this really that much different than Mina wanting to eat his ass. He packed up his stuff pondering his sexual nature. He got curious about the desk and all its tiny drawers. He felt a little apprehensive about nosing around in other people's stuff, but the desk was in his room.

 He found pens, pencils, some yellowed writing paper and envelopes... Quills!? and an Ink stand!? He was starting to wonder how old it was. He looked around; nothing in the room, except his stuff, was less than fifty years old.

 Stella could be the same age as the house or older. A chill ran down his spine as he realized; so could Helen and to his growing concern; Mina, She acted mature, how old could she be. Could he ask? No, that would be extremely impolite, especially to people that; "We're old fashioned." Mina had said.

 Greg packed everything away and left the room taking the teacup. As he carefully took the stairs balancing the teacup on the saucer, he had time to think. There must be some clue to their ages. The house could have been bought at any time. But the cars, they would have bought them, when they were young and the cars were new. The Quadro was an 80's car. And the Porsche was the classic model of the same age, 40 years old.

 Greg swallowed Mina probably bought them, in her teen years or early 20's so: 55 to 60 years old. No wonder she felt mature. He had stopped on the stairs, in astonishment. He looked around again and he didn't know the interval between the witches' generations. But three generations times 60 would be 180 years. He wasn't sure if the decor was updated-mid 19 century. But it could be.

 He heard a slow clapping from the den. When he got to the ground floor he could also hear two feminine voices moaning in rhythm to the clapping. Clearly it was the sound of fucking. Greg wasn't sure what to do; he didn't want to interrupt. But his curiosity was eating at him, was this family totally and unashamedly incestuous. And could he join in. He looked at the door to the den contemplating his options. He almost shat himself. as an arm grabbed him around the waist and grabbed the cup before he could drop it.

 Helen hugged him from behind, her tits pressed into his lower back. "Go in and join them, Greg."

 He could hear the smile in her voice. "I didn't want to interrupt." he said blushing, the little woman hadn't made a sound on her bare feet.

 Helen laughed. "Don't be shy; they are practically waiting for you. And Greg I'm serious." She grabbed his ass. "Don't be shy."

 Greg understood he turned and looked down into her upturned face. He had an impulse to kiss her. He thought; "why not that's what she told you to do." He reached down, put an arm around her and kissed her. She opened her mouth letting his tongue tangle with hers. Her moan made him rock hard. On another impulse, he stuck his free hand inside her dress, cupping a huge tit and squeezing a nipple.

 She grabbed his ass with both hands and disengaged the kiss with a smile. "Greg, I have to finish dinner. We'll continue this later. Now get in there and screw around." She gently twisted out of his arms, took the saucer and strutted off to the kitchen, swaying her hips.

 Greg looked after her enjoying her walk. He licked his lips, caramel? Greg grabbed the door handle, then hesitated.

 Stella and Mina's voices rang out "Greg, get in here!"

 He wrenched the door open, Mina was bent over the backrest of the sofa, Stella was slowly ramming her from behind. Stella waved him over indicating the seat. As he sat he wondered how they knew he was at the door. Mina was moaning, her voice being jolted as Her grandmother steadily pounded into her.

 Stella gave her granddaughter a few final thrusts, then withdrew revealing a massive cock. Greg swallowed hard, the huge meat rod rivaled his own. Stella wasted no time in joining him on the seat. "Greg, look at me." 

 Greg looked up from her massive tool.

 Stella made eye contact. "I'm not gonna use it on you. OK?"

 Greg nodded.

 "But you have to get used to it, while you're having sex with us. So get your pants off."

 Greg hesitated again.

 Stella sighed, grabbed his belt and began removing them herself. "Don't look at it, look at my face, look at my tits."

 Greg did as he was told and even lifted his ass, so they could pull his pants off.

 Stella put her crotch against his pressing her cock and balls against his. She slowly stroked her hands up and down the length making sure they were in full contact with each other. "Look at me Greg, Look me in the eyes."

 Greg looked up, his eyes had drifted to the intimidating tool again.

 Stella smiled at him. "Doesn't that feel nice?"

 Greg felt his cock go to full hardness, he realized: He had lost some of his confidence at the sight of Stella's cock. "I'm sorry," he said. He knew his sudden lack of excitement could be perceived as an insult.

 Stella chuckled, "Don't be. You're doing great for the first time. Most men wouldn't be able to stay erect, at the sight and contact with something this intimidating." She surprised Greg by blushing.

 Greg then knew it would be hard for Stella to find a lover. Straight men wouldn't expect a cock nor would lesbians. Her pool of potential lovers was extremely small, despite having a body to die for and a cock men would kill for. On a sudden impulse he kissed her.

 Stella was shocked, her hand froze stopping mid stroke. Slowly she closed her eyes, moaned into the kiss, and stroked their cocks together.

 Mina coughed, "can I get in on this?" She smiled at the couple. It had been a while, since her grandmother had found a lover outside the little family.

 Stella reluctantly leaned back unlocking her face from Greg's. "Yeah you can get on." She jiggled the two huge cocks in her hands.

 Mina swallowed hard. "Gran you know it's been a while."

 Stella smiled at her. "I know sweety. But I don't think Greg would mind a little blood."

 Greg was confused. "Blood?"

 Mina blushed. "I'm gonna break my hymen."

 Greg sat with his mouth open for a second. "You're a virgin?"

Mina and her grandmother chuckled. Mina replied in an annoyed tone. "No, I'm continually rejuvenating. My hymen regrow's in a week." 

 Greg was confused. "But you were just..." He pointed at Stella.

 Mina climbed on the sofa, a leg on either side of Greg and Stella, facing Greg. "We mostly do anal." She lowered herself onto Stella's longer cock, so the tip touched her ass. "I fucking love anal." She looked Greg straight in the eye as she said it, and lowered herself on to the massive shaft.

 Greg looked on in astonishment, the little girl sank deep. Her wet pussy closing on his cock held in Stella's hands. He saw Mina's belly bulge when she took her grandmother's tool. He almost came as her snatch made contact with the tip of his dick.

 Mina stopped to reposition her feet. She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, as Greg's huge cock breached her inner sanctum. The feeling of skin tearing and the overwhelming full feeling of two huge cocks penetrating her body, pushed her into an orgasm. She continued down, her body shaking while yielding to the internal pressure. She gave a gasp of relief as she hit bottom.

 Greg had grabbed hold of her leg ready to help if she needed to get up or off.

 Mina just sat there til her orgasm had stopped, and she caught her breath. She noticed Greg's hands "Greg, lean back and relax. This is my show." Greg did as he was told, She moved his hands to her tits. "Be a little rough with them." She moaned and began moving her body up and down on the two huge cocks.

 Greg could hardly believe the erotic sight of Mina riding cowgirl on him and her grandmother, and the tight feel of her insides. The feeling of his balls rubbing against Stella's sack felt odd. The naughty unexpected sensation didn't detract from his stimulation, on the contrary. He all but forgot to squeeze Mina's tits. She reminded him by grabbing his wrist and digging in her nails.

 Mina slowly sped up, taking faster and deeper squats. Greg would have come fast, if this hadn't been the fourth session that day. He would stay with these women for as long as he could.

 Stella Began thrusting her hip playing with Mina's rhythm and rubbing against Greg. Soon she was almost on top of her two lovers, counter thrusting with Mina. The two women in a fuck pile on top of Greg.

 Greg came. Stella sped up and joined him a second later. She fell down on top of Mina. Mina finally stopped, her body's convulsions milking her two lovers.

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