David wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a faint smear of paint across his temple. The afternoon sun blazed through the front room window of the empty house he was working on, turning the space into an oven. He'd been at it since early morning, cutting in around the window frames, rolling the walls with fresh emulsion paint, and the heat was relentless.

He'd stripped his shirt off an hour ago, tossing it over the dust-sheet-covered radiator. At fifty-five, he was still in decent shape, his chest and arms showed the definition of someone who'd spent decades doing physical work. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin, and he could feel it trickling down his spine as he stretched up to reach the corner where the wall met the ceiling to cut in one of many edges.

This was his fourth day working on the house. It was a rental property, empty between tenants, and the owner was a friend who wanted it freshened up before the next occupants moved in. Simple work, but it paid well, and David didn't mind the solitude. The house next door was occupied, he'd seen the young woman who lived there coming and going, and over the past few days he'd had occasional chats with her mother, Nicki, who visited regularly.

Nicki was friendly, flirtatious even. She'd stop and chat when she arrived, always with a smile and a comment about how hard he was working. There was something in the way she looked at him that made David think she was interested in more than just polite conversation. She was attractive, mid-forties, he guessed, with short wavy blonde hair and a figure that her summer dresses showed off nicely.

He dipped his roller in the paint tray and continued working on the wall, his mind wandering. The rhythmic motion was almost meditative, and he found himself thinking about Nicki, about the way she'd touched his arm yesterday when she'd laughed at something he'd said, about working in the bedroom.

"Oi! David!"

The shout came from outside, and David turned toward the window. Through the glass he could see Nicki standing in the garden next door, shading her eyes with one hand as she looked up at him. Next to her was a younger woman, her daughter Emily, he assumed. He'd seen her a few times heading to and from her car, but never really spoken to her.

David set down his roller and moved to the window, opening it wider to let in what little breeze there was.

"Afternoon, ladies," he called down. “Hot enough for you?”

Nicki grinned up at him. "Bloody hell, it's hot today, isn't it? I can see you've had the right idea, taking your shirt off."

"Only way to survive in this heat," David replied, leaning on the windowsill. "What are you two up to?"

"Just having a cold drink in the garden," Nicki said. She nudged Emily with her elbow. "I was just saying to Emily, we can see you working away up there. Very industrious. A man who puts in plenty of effort in the bedroom"

Emily laughed, a bright sound that carried across the gap between the houses. "Mum's been watching you all afternoon."

"Have not!" Nicki protested, but she was grinning. "Well, maybe a bit. It's not every day you get entertainment with your afternoon tea."

David felt a flutter of excitement in his chest. This was definitely flirting. "Happy to provide a show," he said.

Nicki tilted her head, studying him through the window. "Thing is, we can only see the top half of you from down here. How do we know you're wearing anything on the bottom?"

David's heart rate picked up. Was she really going there? "You don't," he said, keeping his voice casual. "Could be anything. Could be nothing. That’s the mystery of us working men."

"Could be nothing," Emily repeated, looking at her mother with raised eyebrows. "Hear that, Mum? He might be up there painting in the nude."

"Scandalous," Nicki said, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. "Not even his socks to tuck his brushes in I bet. So, what's the truth, David? Are you decent down there, or have you got an extra roller on show behind the brickwork?"

David leaned further out the window, making sure they could see his bare chest, the paint spatters on his skin. "Well," he said slowly, "if you really want to know, you'd have to come up here and find out for yourselves. But I bet you'd never dare."

There was a moment of silence. Nicki and Emily looked at each other, and David could see something passing between them, a challenge, a dare, a spark of something wild.

"You think we’d never dare?" Emily said, turning back to look up at him. "That sounds like a challenge, Mum."

"It does, doesn't it?" Nicki agreed. She put her hands on her hips, striking a pose. "What do you think, Emily? Should we call his bluff?"

"I think he'd run a mile if we actually took him up on it," Emily said, loud enough for David to hear. "I think he's all talk."

David felt a surge of boldness, fuelled by the heat and the flirtation and the way both women were looking up at him. "Only one way to find out," he called down. "Door's open. Come on up if you dare. I won’t hold my breath waiting."

He expected them to laugh it off, to make some joke and go back to their drinks. That's how these things usually went, all flirtation and no follow-through. But Nicki and Emily exchanged another look, and then Nicki was moving toward the gate out of her garden and heading for the next gate which opened onto the garden if Dave’s house. Emily had put down her drink and was following close behind.

"Alright then," she called up. "We're coming in. Don't say we didn't warn you."

"We'll see you in a minute, David," Emily added, following her mother. “How much we see depends on how brave you are big boy.”

David watched them disappear from view, heading toward the front of the house. He heard their laughing voices, muffled now, as they walked around to the front door from the gate.

Were they serious? Were they actually coming in? He stood at the window for a moment longer, his heart pounding. Then he heard it, the sound of the front door opening downstairs. They'd actually done it. They'd actually come in.

"Shit," David muttered, half to himself. He looked down at himself, shirtless, paint-splattered, wearing only his old work shorts. Should he put his shirt back on? Should he,

"David!" Nicki's voice echoed up the stairs, playful and teasing. "We think you’re all talk. We'll see you later!"

Then he heard the door close again, heard their laughter outside as they left. David let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. They'd been messing with him. They'd come in, made their point, and left. Fair enough. He'd pushed it, and they'd pushed back. Fair play to them. He smiled to himself and turned back to his painting. The roller felt cool in his hand as he picked it up, dipping it in the paint tray. His heart was still racing, adrenaline still pumping through his system. That had been more than he thought they would dare to do. An unexpected little thrill for the day. He wondered if Nicki would mention it next time she saw him, and wind him up about it.

The sound of the front door opening again made him freeze. This time it didn't close. Instead, he heard footsteps on the stairs, two sets of them, climbing steadily.

"David!" Nicki's voice called up, closer now, filled with laughter. "Better get your clothes on, we're coming up!"

"Hope you're decent!" Emily added, and David could hear the grin in her voice.

For a moment, David couldn't move. They were actually coming up. They'd come back, and they were actually coming up to see him. He set down the roller quickly, his mind racing. Should he grab his shirt? But there was no time. The footsteps were at the top of the stairs now, and he heard them pause, before their footsteps continued down the hall. The floorboards creaked under their weight, and he could hear their slightly breathless laughter as they came closer. The next thing he knew Nicki and Emily appeared in the doorway of the front room where he'd been working.

"Well," Nicki said, hands on her hips as she surveyed him standing there in his paint-splattered shorts. "Look at that. He's half-dressed after all."

Emily shook her head, her long dark hair swaying. "Disappointing, really. After all that big talk. I was looking forward to seeing some new sights."

David set down his paintbrush on the windowsill and turned to face them fully. The afternoon sun streamed through the window behind him, casting long shadows across the bare floorboards. He could feel the heat on his back, could see the way both women's eyes travelled down his body, lingering on his chest, his stomach, then lower.

"Well," he said slowly, a smile playing at his lips. "It's up to you, isn't it?"

The words hung in the air between them. Nicki glanced at Emily, and something unspoken passed between mother and daughter, a spark of mischief, of daring, of something that had been building over the past few days of flirtatious banter.

They moved closer, almost in sync. David's heart rate picked up as they approached, one on either side of him. Nicki's short wavy blonde hair caught the light, and he could smell her perfume, something floral and sweet. Emily was taller, nearly his height, and when she looked at him there was a boldness in her eyes that made his cock twitch in his shorts.

"What do you think, Mum?" Emily asked, her voice playful but with an edge of something darker underneath.

"I think," Nicki said, reaching out to trail one finger down David's bare chest, "that we should see what all the fuss is about, see if he is just talk."

Before David could respond, both women reached for the waistband of his shorts. Their fingers hooked into the elastic, and with one swift, coordinated tug, they pulled them down. His cock sprang free, already hard and thick, jutting out toward them. It bobbed slightly in the air, the head flushed and swollen.

"Oh my. What have we here." Emily breathed, her eyes widening.

"Fuck me," Nicki added, a grin spreading across her face. "Would you look at the size of that."

David felt a surge of pride mixed with arousal as both women stared at his erection. It was substantial, he'd always been well-endowed, and right now it was at full attention, the shaft thick and veined, a bead of precum already forming at the tip.

"I have to admit," Emily started, then laughed. "That's a proper cock, that is."

Nicki reached out first, wrapping her small hand around the shaft. Her fingers didn't quite meet around his girth, and she gave an experimental stroke from base to tip. David groaned, his hips jerking slightly at the contact.

"Christ, it's so thick," Nicki said, looking at Emily. "Feel this."

Emily's hand joined her mother's, both of them now stroking his length. Emily's hand was slightly larger, her grip firmer, and when she squeezed David felt a wave of pleasure shoot up his spine.

"When's the last time you had something like this Mum?" Emily asked her mother, her tone conversational despite the fact that they were both handling his cock.

"Never," Nicki admitted with a laugh. "Your father's got nothing on this. That’s why I divorced him. His was a chipolata, compared to this salami sword."

"Tell me about it," Emily said, using both hands now to stroke him, one following the other in a twisting motion that made David's knees weak. "Mark's is half this size. And he never lets me play with it like this."

"Men don't appreciate a good cock worship," Nicki agreed, leaning in closer to examine David's erection. "Look at how hard he is. Look at this vein here."

She traced it with one finger, following it from base to tip, and David shuddered. His cock was leaking now, precum flowing more freely, making their hands slick as they continued to stroke him.

"I think we should taste it," Emily said suddenly, looking at her mother with a wicked grin. “See if it tastes as good as it feels and looks.”

Nicki's eyes lit up. "You're absolutely right. When's the last time we got to really enjoy a cock like this?"

"Never," Emily repeated, already sinking to her knees.

Nicki followed, both women now kneeling on the dusty floorboards in front of David. They looked up at him, and the sight of them there, mother and daughter, both eager, both hungry, made his cock throb in their hands.

"Ready, Mum?" Emily asked.

"Oh, I'm ready," Nicki replied.

They leaned in together, and David watched, transfixed, as both women extended their tongues and licked up either side of his shaft. The dual sensation was incredible, two warm, wet tongues sliding along his length, meeting at the top to swirl around his sensitive head.

"Fuck," David groaned, his hands instinctively moving to their heads. His fingers tangled in Nicki's short blonde waves on one side, Emily's longer hair on the other. Emily pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Mum, you take the balls. I want to suck this beautiful head."

"Good girl," Nicki said, shifting lower.

David felt Nicki's mouth close around his left ball, sucking it gently into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, and then she moved to the right one, giving it the same treatment. Meanwhile, Emily wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked hard.

The piercing in her tongue was an erotic surprise for him, dragged across his sensitive flesh, and the sensation was unlike anything he'd experienced before. The metal ball traced patterns on his cockhead, circling his little opening, pressing against that spot just under the bell end that made him see stars.

"Oh Christ," David gasped.  

Emily pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him. "You like my piercing then? Mark hates it. Says it's like being slapped with a ball bearing."

"Mark's a fucking idiot," David managed.

Both women laughed at that, and then Emily dove back down, taking him deeper this time. Her pierced tongue worked magic on his shaft as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of him with each stroke. Nicki continued to worship his balls, sucking and licking, occasionally taking both into her mouth at once.

"Let me have a go," Nicki said after a few minutes, “My turn to have a taste of the good stuff before it disappears,” and Emily reluctantly pulled off.

Their faces switched positions, and now it was Nicki's lips wrapped around his cock. She couldn't take him as deep as Emily had, her mouth was smaller, her throat tighter, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in enthusiasm. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft.

Emily moved lower, following her mother's example. She nuzzled into his balls, inhaling deeply. "God, you smell good. So masculine. So much better than Mark."

She opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls in, rolling it around with her tongue. Her hand came up to stroke his shaft where it disappeared into her mother's mouth, and David felt like he was in heaven.

"This is what a real man's cock tastes like," Nicki said, pulling off to catch her breath. Saliva dripped from her lips, connecting her to his cock in glistening strands. "Your father hadn't let me do this in years. Said it was a waste of time and degrading. You can degrade me all day David."

"It's not degrading if you love it," Emily said, releasing his ball with a soft pop. "And we fucking love it, don't we Mum?"

"We really fucking do," Nicki agreed, and then both women were licking him again, their tongues working in tandem up and down his shaft.

They found a rhythm, alternating between sucking his cock and worshipping his balls. Sometimes they worked together, both licking his shaft from different angles. Other times one would deep-throat him while the other sucked his balls. And occasionally they would both focus on his head, their tongues swirling around it, meeting in the middle to briefly kiss before returning to their task.

David was in absolute ecstasy. His hands gripped their heads, guiding them but not forcing, letting them work at their own pace. He watched as Nicki's small pert breasts swayed beneath her top with each movement, the outline of her hard nipples visible through the fabric. Emily's larger breasts pressed against his thighs when she leaned in close, and he could feel the heat of her body.

"Take your tops off," he heard himself say, his voice commanding.

The women pulled back, looking at each other with matching grins.

"Hear that, Emily? He wants to see your tits," Nicki said.

"Yours too Mum, shall we give him a treat," Emily replied.

They both pulled their tops over their heads in one smooth motion, and David's breath caught. Nicki's breasts were indeed small and pert, barely more than handfuls, with pale pink nipples that stood out stiffly. Emily's breasts were much larger, heavy and full, with long stiff nipples easily an inch long, thick and dark, already hard with arousal.

"Fuck," David breathed. "I’ve died and gone to heaven and the angels are gorgeous."

"Flatterer," Nicki said, but she was pleased. She cupped her small breasts, offering them up. "Not much to look at compared to Emily's. She definitely didn’t get those monsters from me."

"They're perfect," David insisted, and he meant it.

Emily leaned forward, pressing her large breasts around the base of his cock. "What about these? Think you could fuck these?"

"Later," David groaned. "Right now I need to fill your mouths."

"Demanding, isn't he?" Emily said to her mother.

"I like it," Nicki replied, “Give me a man who knows what he wants any day,” and they both descended on his cock again. The playful banter began to fade as they got more serious about their task. Emily took him deep, her throat opening to accept his thick length. She gagged slightly but didn't pull back, instead relaxing and taking him deeper. Her pierced tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, and David could feel the metal ball once again dragging along his sensitive skin.

Nicki focused on his balls, sucking them into her mouth one at a time, then both together. Her small hands came up to grip the base of his cock, stroking what Emily couldn't fit in her mouth. They worked together seamlessly, as if they'd done this before, though David suspected this was a first for both of them.

"That's it, baby," Nicki encouraged as Emily gagged again, drool spilling down her chin. "Take that big cock. Show him what a good girl you are."

Emily pulled off, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Your turn, Mum. Show me how it's done."

Nicki moved up and took David's cock in her mouth, sucking hard. She definitely couldn't take him as deep as Emily, but she made up for it with suction and tongue work. Her head bobbed rapidly, and David felt his balls tightening. Emily moved lower, spreading his legs slightly to get better access. She sucked his balls into her mouth, humming around them, the vibrations traveling up his shaft. Her hands gripped his ass, pulling him forward, encouraging him to fuck her mother's mouth, rather than remaining passive.

David didn’t think twice, his hips starting to thrust. Nicki took it well, relaxing her throat, letting him use her mouth. Her eyes watered but she didn't pull back, didn't protest. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying it, one hand moving between her own legs.

"Fuck, Mum, you look really happy with that cock in your mouth," Emily said, pulling back to watch. "I never knew you were such a slut."

Nicki pulled off, gasping. "You have no idea, sweetheart. I've been dying for a cock like this for years."

"Well, now you've got one," Emily said. "Let's make the most of it."

They switched again, and now Emily was sucking him while Nicki licked his balls. Emily's large breasts swayed with each bob of her head, those long nipples brushing against his thighs. David reached down and pinched one, rolling it between his fingers, and Emily moaned around his cock.

The vibrations nearly sent him over the edge. He was close now, could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine. His balls were tight, drawn up close to his body, and every nerve ending was on fire.

"I'm close," he warned them, his voice strained.

"Good," Nicki said, pulling back from his balls. "We want it. Want you to cum for us."

"In our mouths," Emily added, releasing his cock with a wet pop. "We want to taste you."

They both opened their mouths, tongues out, looking up at him expectantly. David gripped his cock and stroked it rapidly, aiming at their waiting mouths. The sight of them there, mother and daughter, both eager for his cum, both with their tongues out and their breasts on display, was too much.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train. The first rope of cum shot out, thick and white, landing across Nicki's tongue and upper lip. The second hit Emily's open mouth, coating her tongue and the piercing there. He kept stroking, kept cumming, the shots of cum alternating between their mouths.

There was so much of it. Days of built-up tension, of flirtatious banter, of sexual frustration, all releasing at once. Rope after rope of thick cum painted their faces, filled their mouths, dripped down their chins. Nicki and Emily both closed their mouths around his cockhead, sucking out the last few spurts directly into their mouths, and David nearly collapsed from the intensity of it.

When he finally stopped cumming, both women's mouths were full. Cum dripped from their lips, coated their tongues, pooled in their mouths. They looked at each other, and then Emily leaned forward and kissed her mother.

David watched, his cock still twitching, as they shared his cum. Their tongues met, swirling his seed between them, passing it back and forth. It was obscene, filthy, and the hottest thing David had ever seen. They kissed deeply, passionately, cum dripping from where their lips met, running down their chins. When they finally broke apart, both women were grinning, their lips and chins glazed with his cum and their saliva.

"Fuck," David breathed. "That was epic."

"Amazing," Emily added for him. She leaned forward and started to lick his cock clean, her pierced tongue gathering up the last drops of cum. "You taste so good. Whatever they feed you keep eating it!"

Nicki joined her, and together they cleaned his cock and balls with their tongues, licking up every drop of cum they could find. When they were satisfied, Nicki reached down and gently squeezed his balls, making David gasp.

"Sensitive?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"Very," he admitted.

Emily grabbed his shorts from where they'd fallen around his ankles and pulled them back up, tucking his still-half-hard cock away. She patted it affectionately through the fabric.

"There we go. All decent again so you can carry on painting."

"Well," Nicki said, standing up and stretching. Her small breasts lifted with the movement, and David couldn't help but stare. "I suppose we should let you get back to work."

"Unless you want to return the favour?" Emily added, also standing. Her larger breasts swayed, those long nipples still hard. "We could always use some attention ourselves."

David's cock twitched in his shorts at the suggestion, but he was spent. "I think I need some recovery time."

"Tomorrow then," Nicki said decisively. "If you dare."

"Oh, I dare," David assured them.

Both women grinned at that. Then, in perfect synchronization, they grabbed their tops, and picked them up from the floor, and instead of putting them back on, they jiggled their breasts at him as they stood in front of him.

Nicki's small, pert breasts with their pale pink nipples. Emily's large, heavy breasts with those incredibly long, thick nipples. They stood there for a moment, letting David drink in the sight, both of them grinning wickedly.

"Something to remember us by," Emily said.

"Until tomorrow," Nicki added.

Then they pulled their tops on, turned, and headed for the stairs. David followed them to the landing, watching as they descended. At the bottom, they let themselves out, and through the window he could see them walk back to their house.

They both stopped in the garden and looked up at him. He was still standing at the window, shirtless, his shorts tented from his renewed arousal. They waved at him, laughing, and then disappeared inside.

David stood there for a long moment, his heart still racing, his body still humming with pleasure. He could still taste them on his lips, could still feel the echoes of their mouths on his cock.

Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow he'd return the favour. And he'd make sure they enjoyed it just as much as he'd enjoyed this.

He picked up his paintbrush and tried to get back to work, but his mind was already racing ahead to what tomorrow might bring. The afternoon sun continued to stream through the window, and somewhere in the distance he could hear the sound of laughter, Nicki and Emily, no doubt discussing what had just happened.

David smiled to himself and dipped his brush in the paint. Best decorating job he'd ever taken, he decided. Best one by far.