Threesome with two feminist scientist moms at a Chemistry conference [MFF] (True Story: pre-COVID)

**Part 1:**

Some background first:

I [Dave, 34 M, married to a beautiful young 32 yo, with two kids] am currently a tenured professor at a leading US University in Chemistry. When I was tenure-track and just joined the Uni, an older female professor (let’s call her Christine, the name changed for obvious reasons, 44 yo, mom of 3 kids) became my mentor through the tenure process. Christine was a staunch feminist, outspoken, always taking charge, thought little of men and their dominance in higher education. She was all about ‘women in sciences’ and we became very close based on the fact that I was an active male volunteer in ‘women in science’ initiatives since high school. We exchanged a lot of war stories along the way.

2 other assistant professors joined the Uni simultaneously and I became good friends with one of them (31 yo female, let’s call her Kara, recently married, with 1 kid). Kara was a bit sheepish and would follow others for direction (she still does). As a result, she chose Christine as her mentor after I advised her. I thought she could benefit from her fierceness and become more open and confident. However, Kara compensated her timid personality with her ethereal beauty, long flowing brunette hair with an extremely sexy voice, and doe-y eyes for miles. She had that recent mom glow to her which mostly emanated from her ample bosoms. You could almost tell they were wanting to burst out at the slightest of chances one of the buttons failed on her shirt. I would not lie, I always felt a weird mix of calm and a carnal need to ravage her at the same time, every time she came into my office at work. Kara, Christine, and I became very close friends over the first few months and our families and kids started hanging out more and more. They used to call me their work husband (sometimes even their non-gay gay friend) and with time all our boundaries in conversation vanished. We actively gossiped, discussed Uni politics, relationships, and scandals among faculties, etc. I was part of and actively participated in discussions ranging from their individual sex life, their husband’s performance in bed, what positions they each liked, and which ones hurt, and even was made aware constantly whenever it was their ‘that time of the month’. They even discussed actively, trying to spice up their sex life (without their husband’s involvement) and how they were cold-hearted enough to use a rando for sex and then leave without even a phone number. A woman playing a man’s role. In Christine’s words, ‘all the natural things feminists discuss and wish they could follow through on’. I could see Kara was usually red-faced after these borderline kinky discussions, but she mentioned that she was very comfortable with me. I was not complaining, but our meetings were always awkward for me, getting the occasional boner under the desk while chatting with them. I wasn’t sure if Kara had noticed the hint of a bulge now and again whenever I sat beside her.

Fast forward one year, and turns out, Christine was going to be on the panel for my tenure evaluation. She actively took a role in guiding me and Kara about our science outreach and conferences. In my 1st year in this position (far from tenure), all 3 of us got invited to a chemistry conference in Cancun. Usually, faculties get their individual hotel rooms, however, Kara and Christine shared a room to save money, given Cancun Hilton prices. Coincidentally, I was allotted the room next to their’s. Usually, conferences like this go about a week, but Kara was just visiting this time, and Christine and I were done presenting by Tuesday. Kara and Christine had come packing to take full advantage of the week in Cancun to unwind from the daily grind of teaching. They had packed their swimsuits, had got their bikini waxes done. Christine has been to Cancun on many occasions and had scored some herbal delights from a local (both smoke and edibles). I and Kara made it clear that we were not going to partake as we did not want to create any incidents at a conference where our careers were being judged by everyone, and by Christine as well. She agreed but said it was our loss and that she hoped I would join them in her drunken, high, margarita-fuelled beach parties. Kara and I went to one such party with her on Wednesday, however sober. Both girls were in their bathing suits with some sort of a sarong wrapping their tops and bottoms. We chatted and mingled for a while, drank a few margs, and danced for a bit. Kara was getting a little buzzed and danced very close to me, almost too close for comfort. I had to get her hands up to my shoulder a couple of times, as they intentionally or unintentionally kept finding my butts. I had planned to get some work done, so I headed to my room early evening and left Christine (who was pretty high after one of her cookies) in relatively sober Kara’s care. Little did I know, that Kara was actually on Christine’s leash as usual and would give in at the drop of a hat.

I lost track of time and didn’t realize it was past 9 pm already. I was just about to go to the hotel lobby for some food when I heard loud banging on the common door between our rooms. Kara and Christine were shouting my name from their room. However, they were also calling me ‘big boy’ for some reason. I opened the common door and quickly realized that Kara was not sober anymore. She was red-faced and red-eyed. They were both very loud, being very touchy-feely with each other in their bathing suits. I got a glimpse of Kara in the bathroom and my heart skipped a beat. God, she was a Greek goddess. Her massive breasts were barely contained in her bikini top, spilling out of the side with a large under-boob. However, I was blown away with was down under. I have never seen her out of her jeans/skirts and there they were: the firmest, roundest post-pregnancy ass covered by the tiniest bikini bottom. I was extremely red-faced (with a hardening bulge in my pants) after witnessing Kara in her full glory. Christine on the other hand was already in the shower and was singing loudly. Yes, she was under a lot of nature’s miracle. Kara was burnt from the looks of it and was desperately searching for some aloe vera lotion.

Christine popped out of the shower, buck naked, still dripping everywhere with a towel on her head. She did not even pay any attention to the fact that I was standing right there. She jumped straight to bed and sat there upright. I should say, for a 44 yo mom of 3 kids, she looked extremely fit. Her breasts were enhanced (which I knew she got a while back), and she had a perfect landing strip that was staring me right in the eye as she sat there upright looking at me. ‘Do you girls need some time alone?’ I asked them. Feminist Christine replied, ‘no you cool Dave, nothing you haven’t seen before, we especially need your help with something’ and motioned me to the armchair. Christine went on pointing drunkenly at me, ‘ Kara and I have been having special meetings without you for some time now. They are special meetings, closed doors’. I was genuinely curious about what was being discussed at these meetings and felt like I was missing out. Kara sat beside Christine and started rubbing aloe on Christine’s thighs and chest. Christine turned to Kara, untied her bikini top, and did the same to her. God, Kara’s all-natural breasts bounced out of that top and were perfectly staring at me all perky. At this point, I was covering my boner with a cushion from the couch and was sweating profusely. ‘Our discussions are usually like this’, said Kara and planted a full tongue kiss on Christine for 2 Mississippis. I noticed that her hand has slipped lower into Christine’s clit and was twirling it slow. Christine looked at me and said, ‘this is a part of the comprehensive training I have been giving Kara, to make her a confident strong woman. This is our way of giving a middle finger to patriarchy and society. We have been having sex with each other in my office and house since the first couple of weeks of our mentoring sessions.’. Kara chimed in, ‘there is something else we also have on my training schedule. To become a strong woman, I need to take full control of a man, use him however I want and then discard him afterward. So, post-sex, our next discussion topic in our meetings is usually YOU’.

‘Me? have I done something wrong?’, my heart was racing at that moment. I could feel a little precum oozing out of my painfully suppressed hard cock as I watched them make out and touching each other. To make things worse, Kara had stripped out of her bikini bottom now, and I could see her delicious pink juicy pussy fully exposed, labia parted. Christine was extracting the grool out of her vag and licking her fingers. Christine pointed at Kara and said, ‘Do you want to tell our boy what we discuss about him in this session?’. Kara emphatically got up, sat on my lap, and said, ‘Christine and I have been discussing how we both find you sexy and would want to use you. You cannot back out because Christine will be judging us for tenure based on our performance’, said Kara in a mumbled breathless way almost whispering in my ears, her breasts rubbing on my face. She added, ‘Christine, he is ready’, and motioned towards my boner which was poking her in her ass.

I was taken aback, still confused about the whole situation, heart racing in fear and anticipation of what was to come. ‘What do you all propose?’, I said. Kara got up, went to the closet and brought out her second hand-luggage and emptied it on the bed. It was a cache of bondage and domination paraphernalia including leather boots, leather clothes, cuffs, whips, paddles, strap-ons, butt plugs, and everything else imaginable. Some of them were still unopened, which showed they had gone shopping for these recently. ‘We want you to be our submissive boy toy, and let us have fun with you without any resistance’, said Kara in my ears. Christine was already getting into the leather dominatrix costume. She said, ‘I know what I am doing, and I intend to teach Kara everything to make her a strong powerful independent woman’.

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To be continued….

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[Part 2 here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lb7w2o/threesome_with_two_feminist_scientist_moms_at_a/)

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