Joan and Hannah were sitting together in a room, sharing a moment of relaxation. Hannah, with a mischievous expression on her face, sipped her wine and suddenly had a funny thought. Hannah: "Joan, hasn't {{user}} grown into such a charming young man? I mean, for his age, it's his golden years. But just between you and me, you must fantasize about him a lot, don't you?" She smirked, savoring the pleasure of teasing Joan. Joan: With a sigh, Joan responded to Hannah's teasing. "Hannah, not this again. {{user}} may be my stepson, but he is still... my son. I might be a widow, but I won't stoop to such levels. Come on." She nervously chuckled, although the thoughts in her head told a different story. Hannah: Hannah leaned back in her seat and continued sipping her wine. "I am just saying, he is a grown man now, and who knows what he might be into. All you have to do is push your luck a little and see where it goes." She suggested playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. (Would you like to enter the scene or observe this conversation unfold?)

Hannah: "Come on, Joanie. A little fun never hurt anybody," she purred, giving her friend's hand a squeeze. "And besides... if I remember correctly, you always had quite the naughty side to you." Hannah grinned suggestively. Joan swallowed hard as she felt herself blushing deeply at the memories of their college days flooding back into her mind. She wanted Dante Law for herself but couldn't deny that the thought of sharing him with someone like Hannah was... intriguing, to say the least.

Joan bit her lower lip, torn between wanting to protect her son and the curiosity she had about exploring such an idea further with Hannah. Sweat began to bead on her brow as she considered all of this for a moment before finally mustering up enough courage to ask cautiously, "What do you mean by 'sharing' him?"

Hannah smiled wickedly as she saw the curiosity and desire flicker in Joan's eyes. "Well, I was thinking... maybe we could all share a little fun together," she suggested softly, her fingers trailing gently up and down along Joan's forearm. "You know... a threesome." Joan gasped at the very thought. She had never considered it before, but now that Hannah had brought it up... The idea of being with them both at once was almost too much to bear. She shivered slightly as she imagined what it would feel like to have Dante Law inside her while Hannah watched or touched her in return.

Hannah looked up at Dante as he entered the room, her gaze lingering on his exposed chest and abs before rising back to meet his eyes. A slow, sensual smile spread across her lips. "Oh, just talking about old times," she said casually, "and wondering what a handsome young man like you has been up to." Joan nodded in agreement as she slowly began to shift her gaze between Dante and Hannah. Her heart raced as blood rushed to her cheeks again. "Yes, we were just saying that... with everything that's happened..." She trailed off, struggling for words but unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of them together.

Joan hesitates, glancing over at Hannah for guidance. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks again and knows that she should back down, but something about this... It feels right somehow. "Well..." Joan begins, her voice wavering slightly. "I mean... now that you mention it, Dante... I think we could all use a little... fun." Her eyes meet his in the mirror, full of desire and longing. Hannah smiles warmly at them both, sensing how close they are to finally giving into their desires. "That's right," she agrees, reaching out to place a hand on Joan's thigh beneath the table. "You know you want this as much as we do." Her fingers begin to slide higher up her thigh, pushing aside fabric until they find warm, smooth skin. "And if it means getting closer with my best friend and our sweet son..." she

tries to look casual about it, continuing to stroke her skin suggestively. "Then that's what we'll do." Her eyes lock with his again as she grinds her hips against Joan's leg, seeking out the pressure of arousal beneath her touch. The three of them are now locked in a web of desire and longing, each unable to look away from the others as they edge closer towards making this fantasy a reality.

Joan nods eagerly, her gaze fixed on his fingers as they stroke her, desperate to feel him inside her. "Yes," she breathes, already trembling with anticipation. "I want this." She leans in closer, pressing her body against Dante's and Hannah's, hungry for contact. Hannah moans softly at the sensation of his touch, arching into him as he caresses her skin through her panties. Her hands find their way to his hips, gripping him tightly as she whispers in his ear, "Yes, Dante... we both want this." She glances over at Joan, feeling the heat of her friend's arousal beneath her fingers, and a surge of need course through her own body.

As Dante kisses Joan, their moans mingle together in a chorus of desire. Hannah watches him with rapt attention, her eyes traveling over his body as he presses against her friend. She hadn't realized quite how big he was until now, feeling the length and girth of his cock beneath his pants. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of touching it, of taking all of him inside her. Without further hesitation, she reaches out to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down, revealing his hardness in full glory. Her mouth goes dry as she looks up into his eyes, seeing the lust burning there just for her. "Come here," she whispers, reaching out to tug him closer towards her. "Let's see how much fun we can all have together."

Joan moans against Dante's lips as she feels his hands on her, sliding up her shirt and bra to cup her breasts. She arches into him, seeking more contact as he kisses her deeply. Looking over at Hannah, she sees the lust in her eyes mirrored back at her, and it only serves to make her want this even more. With a soft gasp, she breaks their kiss to whisper hoarsely, "Hannah's right... We should all have some fun together." Her words send a surge of desire through Dante as he pulls away from Joan just long enough to remove her own shirt, revealing her perfect breast, with hardened nipples. The two women watch hungrily as he tosses the shirt aside, their anticipation growing with every exposed inch of skin.

As they all watch each other hungrily, the heat between them rises to unbearable levels. Hannah's hand slips beneath her panties and finds her aching center; wet and ready for Dante's touch. With a needy moan, she glances at Joan, who is mirroring her actions exactly. Their bodies are so close now that they can feel each other's excitement, the anticipation of what's to come making every touch all the more potent. Dante steps back slightly, taking in the sight of them both as their fingers work together to bring them closer to release. His cock jumps at the sight, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach as he watches hungrily. With a groan, he finally reaches out to tug Hannah's panties aside and slide his thumb across her wet entrance, teasing her swollen clit with each

Joan's breath hitches as she watches Hannah moan beneath Dante's touch. It excites her so much to see them together like this, their bodies intertwined in a web of desire. She doesn't want to miss out on any of the pleasure Hannah is experiencing, and with that thought, she reaches between their bodies to stroke herself as well. Her fingers dance over her clit, mirroring Dante's movements on Hannah, her hips thrusting forward in time with each touch. "Oh God... yes," Hannah whispers, arching into Dante's touch as he brings her closer and closer to orgasm. She can feel the tension building inside of her, her muscles tensing in anticipation of release. Her eyes meet Joan's, and she sees the same desire reflected back at her, an unspoken promise that they will both be satisfied tonight. As

Hannah's orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body arching into Dante's touch as she cries out his name. The sensation of their flesh pressing together and Joan's fingers circling her clit send waves of pleasure through her, making it impossible for her to stand upright any longer. She collapses against Joan's shoulder, still catching her breath as the aftershocks of release course through her body. With a satisfied groan, Dante pushes his hips forward, guiding his cock towards its intended target: Hannah's waiting mouth. He thrusts into her eagerly, relishing the wet heat that surrounds him as she sucks greedily on his length. Her tongue darts out to tease him further, and he moans low in his throat, feeling the pleasure rushing through his body like a tidal wave. Meanwhile, Joan

As Hannah watches Dante's member slide easily into her mouth, she can feel the hot, thick head press against the back of her throat, triggering another wave of desire within her. She sucks harder, moaning around his shaft as she feels his hips thrust forward in response. Her free hand slides up his leg to cup his balls, squeezing gently as she teases him with both oral and manual stimulation. Joan leans against the table, watching the scene unfold before her with equal parts awe and arousal. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she strokes herself faster, feeling her own orgasm building with each passing second. As she watches Hannah's lips stretch around Dante's cock and hears the wet, sucking sounds they make together, it only serves to heighten her senses, making the anticipation almost unbearable

Joan gasps as Dante's fingers brush against her sensitive skin, and she arches her back involuntarily into the touch. "Yes," she moans, her hips pushing forward in search of more contact. She watches his other hand move to cup one breast before pulling it roughly towards his mouth, teasing her nipple with his teeth and tongue. The sensation sends a shudder down her spine, making her inner walls clench around her fingers in anticipation of what's to come. Hannah bites her lip as she watches Dante pleasure Joan, feeling an equal mix of jealousy and desire course through her veins. Her eyes never leave the sight before her, taking in every nuance of their intimacy: the rough motions of his hands on her friend's body, the wet sounds he makes as he suckles at her breast. It all adds to the building t

Without hesitation, both women obey his command, feeling a surge of need course through them as they position themselves over the table. Their bodies are aligned perfectly now, and Dante takes in the sight with ravenous eyes before pushing Hannah forward so her hips rest on the edge of the table. With a rough groan, he pulls Joan's panties to the side, revealing her wet folds as she parts them eagerly for him. As Hannah watches Dante position himself between their waiting bodies, a wave of lust washes over her. She feels his cock pressing against her ass, slick with pre-cum, and can't help but whimper with anticipation at the thought of feeling him inside her again. With a sudden movement, he pushes forward, entering her roughly from behind as she cries out in pleasure. Joan moans in sympathy as Dante thrusts into both of

Hannah gasps as she feels the full length of him inside her, and arches her back to push herself further onto his thrusting cock. She grinds her hips against Joan's body, feeling the wet heat between their legs as they move together in perfect sync. Her fingers find purchase in Joan's hair, pulling gently as she moans out encouragement. Joan squirms beneath them, unable to contain the pleasure that ripples through her body with each thrust of Dante's hips. She whispers filthy words into Hannah's ear, begging for more as their skin slides against one another in a fiery dance of desire. Her own fingers find purchase on Hannah's exposed clit, rubbing firmly as she helps to bring her friend closer to orgasm once again. As the tension between them builds ever higher, it feels like the entire room is filled with their moans

With a gasp, Hannah feels the intrusion of Dante's finger inside her and moans his name as it hits her sweet spot. She can feel every inch of him filling her up now, stretching her in ways she never imagined possible as he pushes against her prostate. Her hips buck wildly against him, seeking more contact, wanting to feel everything he has to offer. "Oh god..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. "So big... so good..." She glances over at Joan, who is writhing beneath them both, moaning in pleasure as Dante fingers her ass. The sight of their entwined bodies only serves to heighten Hannah's arousal, sending waves of heat coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into Dante's shoulders, leaving bruises as she begs for him to let go, let them all have what they want:

As if in answer to her pleas, Dante picks up the pace, thrusting harder into both women as they moan and writhe beneath him. His other hand grips tightly around Joan's breast, squeezing roughly as he takes one of her nipples between his teeth. With a loud cry, Hannah feels herself spasming in orgasm again, her inner walls clenching tightly around Dante's cock. She arches her back off the table, thrusting herself deeper onto him as her cries fill the room. Joan follows soon after, her body tensing and shuddering with release as she comes hard around Dante's fingers. Their moans and gasps mingle together, creating a cacophony of pleasure that seems to echo off the walls and rattle the very foundation of the house. With one final thrust, Dante explodes deep inside Hann

Still connected by their bodies and the shared pleasure coursing through them, they remain locked in a moment of ecstasy that seems to last an eternity. Eventually, their gasps and moans begin to subside as their breathing steadies once more, but their bodies still hum with satisfaction and the afterglow of desire. Hannah looks up at Dante with eyes full of love and gratitude, her lips curled into a smile as she brushes her fingers gently over his cheek. Joan leans in to press her body against them both, relishing in their shared heat and the closeness they now share. "Wow," she whispers softly, eyes closing as she savors the feel of Dante's chest rising and falling against her back. "That was... incredible." Her cheeks flush at the memory of what they just did, but there's no shame in her voice; only excitement

The sensation of Dante's lips against their skin sends shivers down their spines, sparking another wave of desire within them. With hungry eyes, they look up into his face, only to find that he seems equally affected by the aftermath of their encounter. The air between them crackles with electricity once more as they silently agree: there is more where that came from. They lean in closer, their bodies pressing together as Hannah's fingers dance lightly across Joan's stomach and up to cup one perfect breast. Her other hand finds its way around Dante's waist, pulling him even tighter against them. Joan groans softly, arching her back into the contact as she feels herself growing aroused once more. "I think we have some unfinished business here," she whispers huskily, gaze never leaving his face. "Don't you agree?"

They both look up at Dante, desire etched into their features. Their hands slide down his strong thighs to cup him again, their fingers wrapping around his shaft as they stroke him in sync. With a sultry smile, Hannah leans forward and licks the head of his cock before taking it into her mouth, sucking gently on the tip while looking up at him through her eyelashes. Joan mirrors Hannah's movements, their bodies pressing together as they stroke Dante in unison. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. She glances down between them and lets out a moan when she sees the length of him disappearing into Hannah's mouth. "I want you both inside me," she groans, reaching back to cup Hannah's breast while still gripping Dante's cock tightly in her hand.

Both women obey his command, rising to their feet on shaky legs. Their faces flush with anticipation as they watch Dante's cock glisten in the dim light, wanting it inside them both so badly. They stand close together, their bodies pressed against each other in a silent plea for him to fulfill their desires. "Please," Hannah whispers, her fingers tracing circles around Joan's navel before moving lower, to find her wetness again. Joan mirrors the motion, cupping Dante's cheek as she moans his name. Her other hand finds its way to the small of Hannah's back, urging her closer still so that they form a perfect triangle of need and want and lust. "We're ready for you," she pants, her body aching for the feel of him deep inside.

Hannah and Joan watch eagerly as Dante straddles them both, his strong hands sliding up their inner thighs to part them even wider. They moan in unison as he hovers above them, the tip of his cock teasing the wet heat between their legs. He looks down at them, taking in the sight of their bare bodies stretched out before him, ready and waiting for his touch. With a low growl, Dante pushes forward, sliding into them both with one hard thrust. Their moans fill the room as he begins to move inside them, their bodies melding together in a perfect symphony of desire. With Joan beneath her, Hannah arches her back off the bed, trying desperately to find more contact with Dante's hips as he drives deeper and deeper into her. Their limbs tangle together, fingers tangling in hair and digging into skin as they

Their lips and tongues dance wildly against each other as they feel Dante moving inside them both, their bodies pulsing in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. The sensation of being filled by him is unlike anything they've ever experienced before; it's overwhelming and intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them from head to toe. As he thrusts into Joan, Hannah arches her back further, reaching down to find the same rough satisfaction by touching herself. Her free hand curls into a fist against the mattress beside her, every nerve ending on fire as she feels the friction of skin on skin beneath her palm. The sound of their moans fill the room, growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment. Their kisses grow deeper and more demanding, reflecting the need that burns between them; a need only Dante can satisfy completely. With every