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As soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew I wanted him. It wasn’t just me, though. My daughter, Ava, couldn’t keep her eyes off him either. We both felt the attraction as soon as we saw him. He was tall, handsome, and muscular – everything we craved in a man. We needed him, and we were gonna make him ours.

It started innocently enough. We met him at a party, and he joined our conversation. We talked, we laughed, and we flirted. Ava was coy but alluring, and I used my experience to charm him. We were both giving him signals that we wanted him, and he wasn’t oblivious to them. He flirted back, and the tension between us grew.

But we didn’t want to fight over him. We were mother and daughter, after all. We shared everything, and we didn’t want this to be an exception. So we made a pact – we would distribute him between us. It wasn’t a decision we made lightly, but we both knew it was the only way to satisfy our mutual craving.

We invited him home, and he didn’t hesitate. He followed us without asking any questions, and we knew he wanted us as much as we wanted him. Once in the house, we wasted no time. We led him to the bedroom, where he found two naked women waiting for him.

He was stunned, but also deeply aroused. He didn’t know what to do, but we didn’t give him time to think. We each took one of his hands and guided him towards us. We kissed him, each of us taking turns, until we could tell he was lost in pleasure. He was ours, and we reveled in it.

We began to undress him, taking off his shirt and pants, admiring his muscular body. We trailed kisses on his chest, nibbling on his nipples, and each of us took turns giving him pleasure. He responded eagerly, his body trembling beneath our touch.

And then we took him inside us, one by one. I went first, straddling him and taking him deep inside me. Ava was next, and I loved watching her ride him, her young body glistening with sweat. We both moaned and cried out, and the man we shared couldn’t believe his luck.

We took turns with him throughout the night, exploring each other, and exploring him. We tried different positions, different toys, and different methods to please him. We laughed, we kissed, and we moaned. It was the best night of our lives.

We wondered it would be a one-time thing, a way to indulge our deepest fantasies. But it wasn’t. We wanted more. We shared him again and again, in new and exciting methods. We invited him over for dinner and other events and took turns stealing him away, whispering dirty secrets into his ear.

People started to notice. They saw us together, noticed the way we looked at him, and whispered behind our backs. But we didn’t care. We were too wrapped up in our own pleasure, too addicted to each other and to him. We were a shared secret, and it was our favorite taboo.

We never stopped lusting for him, for each other. We never stopped exploring and trying new things. We never stopped being a family, and we never stopped being lovers. We were in this together, and we never wanted to be aside.

Years went by, and Ava and I grew together, closer than ever. We knew that we were lucky, that we had found something special, something rare. We knew that our shared lover had given us something we could never forget.

And even now, as I write this, I can almost hear his sound, feel his touch. The sound of our lovemaking is still ringing in my ears. He left our lives, but he never left our hearts. He was the man who brought us closer together, and we were forever grateful. We will at all times remember the nights we shared him, the passion he brought us, and the love we had for each other.
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