THE PRODUCER CH 3 part 6

THE PRODUCER CH 3 part 6
 
John's dick was growing more rapidly and firm with each excited word.
 
"I guess what we're saying is, Mom's evolved," Mary Ellen said. "She was always kind of...enlightened. But now she's nurturing us more and more, from a younger age, and - "
 
"Wanting us to feel not only that enjoyment but empowerment," Sue jumped in.
 
"Absolutely," Mary Ellen agreed.
 
She lightly tapped her foot on John's knee.
 
"You wanna see something?" Mary Ellen gently asked.
 
"Sure," he said.
 
She jumped up from the desk and led John - and the two other sisters - out of the room.
 
Mary Ellen briskly led them right into Abraham's room.
 
"Should we be going in here?" John asked sheepishly.
 
"Yeah, it's no big deal," Mary Ellen assured him. "He totally won't mind."
 
There was a noticeable gleam reflecting right off the multitude of trophies that were lines up along the shelves.
 
Mary Ellen walked towards them.
 
"Oh, yeah, your mom showed me," John remarked.
 
"No, buddy, she didn't show you this," Sue said.
 
Mary Ellen waked alongside the shelves, undid a clamp that was previously unnoticed by John, and pulled the shelves outward.
 
John was stunned to see rows and rows of video tapes. And they weren't about poker.
 
"All of them are CFNM videos," Mary Ellen gushed, with a wonderful smile.
 
"Holy crap," John replied, in awe of what he was looking at.
 
It was like a hidden, magical world suddenly unlocked.
 
"It's not just that he has this collection," Mary Ellen laughed, "but how substantial the collection is."
 
John was stunned.
 
"I'm sure he'd let you borrow some of these, but definitely return them," Paige laughed.
 
It was even more impressive than the dozens of trophies.
 
"John, the point we're trying to make is," Mary Ellen began, "you're not alone in the universe. Other people celebrate this lifestyle as well."
 
A wave of comfort - and excitement - rushed over John.
 
"I think our mom, for one, has always been a CFNM," Paige said with a delightful grin, looking like the cat that ate the canary.  
 
"There just wasn't always a term for it..."
 
They left Abraham's room, but not without John borrowing a few of his tapes for closer inspection.
 
John also left the room, er, more developed, than he was when he entered it.
 
"Look at John's cock!" Paige gushed.
 
"I noticed," Mary Ellen assured her. "I've been watching its fluctuation in size laugh."
 
John stood there helpless, badly craving release.
 
"You can stroke it for us," Paige sympathized.
 
"Yeah, John, you've gone DAYS without exploding," Sue commented.  
 
"You've come a long way, believe me."
 
"Can he come a long way?" Mary Ellen chuckled.
 
It was a joke, but also all the encouragement John Mitchell needed.
 
He stroked his cock frantically. He couldn't wait to impress the three Fairbox sisters.
 
John groaned as his hardened, strained dick went into a euphoria-inducing spasm, relinquishing rope after rope after rope of previously pent-up arousal.
 
The girls saved their comments until it was over, like they were watching a tremendous fireworks display that demanded every bit of their attention and wide-eyed gaze.
 
John lost control of where his ejaculatory bursts landed, and in this case, three or four of them coated Mary Ellen's sweet little bare feet that danced along the carpeted floor.
 
"That was a BIG one," Paige raved, speaking of John's lengthy, copious cum shot.
 
"Sure was," Sue agreed.
 
Mary Ellen had John wipe her feet clean, and he outdid himself by planting several kisses on them as well, while on his knees, nonetheless.
 
Mary Ellen did not object.
 
"Great job today, John Mitchell," she complimented him. "We'll have to have our boyfriends give us the same type of show later."
 
This was getting to be a great place to work, and play.
 
To be continued