Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 31 — He gets closer to his two MILFs.
Original: April 23, 2021
Submitted: April 27, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)
Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF
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—- BOOK 3 —-
– CHAPTER 31: Claimed –
I’d been in love with my older sister, Serenity, for a long time now, always believing there was no chance we could be anything other than adoptive siblings. And not just because of our relation to each other, or even because I was never planning on telling her my darkest secret — that I wasn’t human.
It was also because, even without my devilish transformed appearance, she was still a whopping five years older than me, already twenty-three years old by the time I turned eighteen, and she’d played a huge role in my overall care after our parents passed away, even if we weren’t technically related.
So yeah, dating her always felt like a pure fantasy and nothing more.
But a series of unfortunate events, especially when my sister got kidnapped by the heinous serial killer who was orchestrating all the other attacks, forced my secret out and made my deepest fear a reality.
Serenity now knew the truth.
And I was forced to deal with her possible rejection.
A rejection I was sincerely terrified of, because losing her would be worse than losing my own life.
I felt like I couldn’t go on without her…
However, my sister didn’t reject me.
And her acceptance made me a little less careful with guarding my other big secret, the fact that I was deeply in love with her. I later realized it might be the effect of my somewhat alluring gold eyes, when transformed, but she kissed me.
My sister kissed me, and I pulled her into my lap, only for it to end just as fast as it started, her immediately feeling guilty about the situation.
But the line was crossed, and even though she was reluctant to do anything physical, I made her admit that she bought a set of purple silk pajamas — at the same time that she bought my birthday present — because she thought I might like to see her in them. It also helped that my busty redhead girlfriend, technically fiancé, was likewise determined to make my sister a part of our relationship, feeling a little guilty herself about ‘stealing me’ away from my sister, who I also considered to be my best friend.
Even though the three of us didn’t have time to really discuss how it was going to work out, Gabriella made sure that Serenity at least agreed to ‘share me,’ before we left to make a trip to the bank to retrieve the contents of the mysterious lockbox my parents had left me.
A lot happened that day, including that fateful encounter with my hot blonde classmate, Avery, and her equally attractive mother, Michelle.
They were now all going to be a part of my life, after I saved them from their injuries incurred from a horrible car accident. And a small part of me hoped that they might also be a part of our relationship, including the hot blonde MILF, though I knew it might take some time for that kind of fantasy to develop, if at all.
I even made an eventful trip to meet Gabriella’s mom, in an effort to learn more about what it meant for me to be part-incubus, and to learn more about the mysterious black stone I’d been left, only for the meeting to turn into more of an educational lesson, with Mrs. Rebecca’s top priority that night being to just make sure that I was safe to be around her daughter.
When I came back home past midnight, after spending hours at Mrs. Rebecca’s place, Gabriella went to bed with Avery, and Michelle took the couch. Alternatively, I made a trip to my older sister’s room, and gently woke her up to share everything that happened while she had been undergoing her own transformation to become like me.
She handled everything well, but our conversation resulted in her begging me to truly cross the line with her, to take her virginity even if we had to avoid orgasms to ensure I didn’t accidentally hurt her.
So that’s exactly what we did.
We had possibly the most passionate, intimate, and slow sex I’d ever experienced, all while avoiding cumming, allowing the intimacy to be the focus, instead of having our own orgasms. It was actually very nice, though I had to admit I felt exhausted after so little sleep in the last couple days.
When I did finally fall asleep, after fucking Serenity without getting there myself, I slept as hard as a rock, not even dreaming at all until suddenly my nose was filled with the scent of bacon and eggs.
When my eyes popped open a few seconds later, I almost forgot where I was, unexpectedly registering that I had a warm soft body in my arms wrapped up in seductively smooth silk — an additional piece of lingerie my older sister had gotten when she purchased my birthday present, thereby being even more proof that she’d been torn all along about her feelings for me.
Serenity was facing me now, having twisted herself around in my arms at some point in time, with me likely pulling her tightly against me while I was unconscious.
Her skin and hair were their normal color now, her full pink lips parted slightly as she slept peacefully, her tits squished together, creating a wonderful sight of her deep cleavage, all framed by shiny silver.
Oh fuck, my cock was hard as a rock, Serenity’s thigh on my naked hip, my throbbing head actually shoved between her thighs, actually in her crack, as if I’d been trying to gain entry in my sleep. It felt so amazing, and yet I knew I had to chill out before I got carried away, knowing that angling my shaft an inch or two toward me would allow me to slip inside her pussy, but also remembering that I couldn’t afford to cum inside her at this point.
Not when I could risk her health doing so, as a half-incubus, being unable to sense the kind of sexual energy I was absorbing even a little.
Taking a deep breath, I focused on the noises coming from downstairs, realizing from the soft breathing in my bedroom that Avery and Gabriella were still snuggling in bed, leaving Michelle as the one who was awake and seemingly making breakfast for everyone.
Sighing, I slowly tried to ease away from my sister, only to sit on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do about my throbbing erection.
I mean, part of me wanted to just go into the bathroom and jerk one out, but I had no way of knowing if it might be possible for me to actually absorb someone’s energy even if they were in the other room. Thankfully, most of the times I’d masturbated when it was just me and Serenity, I’d done it when she wasn’t home, often watching porn or rummaging through her underwear.
But that also meant I didn’t know what would happen exactly if I masturbated with four women in the house.
In the end, I knew I just needed to get my mind off sex, and try to distract myself so I could calm down. Standing up, I walked around the bed and grabbed my phone off the bedside table, surprised to see that I had a new message.
Opening it up, I was then even more shocked to realize it was Mrs. Rebecca, all the amazing memories from the previous night suddenly at the forefront of my mind. That, and I recalled that I’d saved my number as ‘Best Fuck You’ve Ever Had,’ taunting her to find it when she woke up.
Well, she obviously found it.
Her message sounded amused.
‘Baby boy, you are adorable. I am going to leave your number like that. You have definitely earned that title.’
Oh fuck yes.
I quickly saved her number, deciding to just put it as ‘Gabriella’s mom,’ so their numbers were next to each other in my contacts, and then typed a message back.
‘I can honestly say that last night was the best sex of my life. I hope you don’t mind that I like you probably more than I should.’
After sending my message, I reread it, only to feel a little anxious about her response.
Without waiting for a reply, I typed out another.
‘Sorry if that crosses a line. I understand this is supposed to be educational. And I hope you will still teach me, even if I can’t help but be too attached.’
I sent the message before I really thought it through, only to groan.
Fuck, I felt like that message was still too clingy. Maybe even worse. Why couldn’t I just say something normal?
I tried again, only to stop myself, realizing I couldn’t do it. I was about to say something again that wouldn’t come off right, and I felt like I’d just keep digging myself a deeper hole if I didn’t stop now. Better to just wait for her response and then apologize if needed.
Maybe beg at her feet if I had to.
Fuck, this MILF had me whipped for sure.
I wanted her so bad.
Realizing I’d drive myself crazy if I waited around for her response, I decided to slip on my clothes from last night, only to head to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. Technically, I’d fucked Serenity when I already had dried fluids from fucking Mrs. Watson, and I could definitely tell I’d experienced messy sex at least once.
However, my clothes were actually still clean, minus my boxers, so after dropping my phone off next to the sink, I slipped into my bedroom for a fresh pair of underwear, trying not to wake Gabriella and Avery, and then headed to the bathroom to rinse off.
My phone vibrated while I was cleaning up, and my anxiety only grew as I began to take my time, now wanting to put off seeing whatever her response was.
Would she chastise me for feeling this way?
Would she want to stop teaching me because I was too attached?
Would last night be the only time I got to fuck her, simply because I couldn’t keep my thoughts to myself?
Shit.
Finally climbing out of the shower, I dried off and then got dressed in my black dress pants and blue Polo shirt, brushing my teeth and combing my hair, putting on deodorant this time, before finally grabbing my phone to see what Gabriella’s mom had to say.
‘Baby boy, I am the one who likes you more than I probably should. Last night was perfect. We will do it again soon.’
Fuck yes!
I wanted to jump for joy, I was so excited.
She liked me! Mrs. Rebecca liked me, and was eager to fuck again too!
I stuffed my phone in my pocket, a huge grin on my face as I stepped out of the bathroom to head downstairs, only to be surprised when my phone vibrated again. Reaching the bottom, I pulled it out, seeing that I had another message from her.
‘Since fucking you is also one of Gabby’s deepest fantasies, I do not think I am going to stop with only teaching you. I spoke with my husband this morning to explain the situation, and he has agreed to let me continue this as long as I wish. And I wish to fuck you indefinitely.’
My cock began stiffening in response to her message, only to grow concerned when I recalled that Mr. Watson was a part of all this.
I began typing out a message hesitantly.
‘How will that affect what you do with him?’
I paused to read it, wondering if it was too rude for me to even ask, only to send it ‘as is’ when Michelle spoke up from the kitchen.
“Good morning, sweetie,” she greeted, walking a little closer to catch my attention as she tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear, that line of freckles on her face making her look much more like a woman in her late twenties, rather than forties. “I made you breakfast.”
“Oh, thank you,” I replied sincerely, shoving my phone in my pocket, hoping my semi-hard cock wasn’t noticeable. Thankfully, the black pants helped a ton to hide a slight bulge. “It’s actually what woke me up,” I admitted. “I’m looking forward to eating whatever you’ve made.”
She smiled warmly. “I’m glad to hear that,” she replied. “It’s been a while since I fixed a big breakfast like this. Shall we eat together, or do you want to wait for everyone else?”
I shook my head. “No, let’s eat together,” I replied, not at all ashamed to admit I was very interested in spending time alone with her.
She gave me another warm smile, only to gesture to the table for me to sit while she prepared a plate. My mouth was watering by the time she was setting it down in front of me, but I waited for her to have a seat directly across the table before digging in, trying to control my pace so I could enjoy her company as well.
“How did you sleep?” I wondered.
“Very well, actually,” she replied, taking a bite of eggs on a piece of butter toast. “Actually, some of the deepest sleep I’ve had in a while,” she admitted.
I nodded. “Me too,” I agreed, only to pause as I watched her chew. “You know, I don’t think I’ve really had anyone fix me breakfast in a long time. Normally, I do most of the cooking.”
Michelle looked at me in surprise, only for her expression to turn somber as she swallowed, likely recalling that my mother had passed away. “Well, maybe I can help fix that, dear.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” I replied honestly. “I mean, I’m always happy to cook, but this is also very nice.”
She nodded. “I think I will then, if you don’t mind. Certainly, while I’m here at least.”
I smirked at her, prompting her to smile as well, the line of freckles across her nose and cheeks looking adorable. When my phone vibrated, I ignored it, partially because I wanted to give Michelle my full attention right now, but also because I was again anxious about what Gabriella’s mom would say.
Michelle cleared her throat when I didn’t respond. “So anyway, I figured we could leave my daughter here when you take me to my house. I can grab extra clothes for her, and I think it might be good if she has a chance to spend some time alone with Gabriella and Serenity. I’d imagine it would give them a chance to talk about things, since communication is really important in all types of relationships.”
I looked at her in surprise, for a variety of reasons, kind of actually feeling touched that she felt comfortable being alone with me like that, even though that was sort of the original plan, but also stunned that she seemed really eager to give my three women a chance to try to iron out the details for how things would work among us.
Like, Michelle wanted this to work out for her daughter, and she appeared to be aiming to ensure this attempt at a four-way relationship was successful.
However, when my phone vibrated a second time, I felt like I was going to start sweating bullets I was so anxious now. Fuck, I loved it that Mrs. Watson was sending me two lengthy messages in a row — it meant she wanted to talk.
She wanted to socialize.
But damn, I was so nervous about what she was going to say.
“Do you need to get that?” Michelle wondered, having heard the vibration.
I wasn’t sure if her hearing had improved much yet, but felt confident it was loud enough that any normal person would have heard.
I shook my head. “It can wait. I’m enjoying breakfast with you.”
“Oh honey,” she exclaimed. “You’re too sweet.”
“Just being honest,” I replied, feeling a little jittery to be socializing with one MILF over breakfast while I had another sticking little digital messages in my pocket. Fuck, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world right now, even despite my anxiety.
Michelle smiled, but didn’t respond, glancing toward the window.
I cleared my throat, wondering if her gaze meant anything. “You can’t feel the black stone, or anything, right?” I asked hesitantly.
She looked at me in surprise, only to shake her head. “Oh, no. It’s far enough away right now.”
I nodded, wondering why she could sense it in the first place, but doubting she had any idea. “Well, that’s good.” I then sighed. “Honestly, I can’t even begin to thank you enough about that. Like, I don’t know what it does, but I feel like you helped me dodge a bullet there.”
Her tone was suddenly serious. “Honey, you literally saved my life. You gave me CPR for half an hour, even after the doctors gave up. I’ll give up my own life, before I let any harm come to you.”
I gulped at her intensity, focusing down on my food, unable to meet her intense azure gaze. “Well, thank you,” I whispered simply.
“You’re very welcome, dear,” she said warmly. “How’s your breakfast?”
I grinned up at her. “Delicious. Even more so because you made it.”
Her freckled cheeks flushed at that, her skin graying just slightly, causing a surge of accomplishment to rush through me.
Damn, all my ass-kissing was finally getting me somewhere, even if I was just being honest.
“So when do you want to leave?” I wondered. “I’d like to at least see everyone before we do,” I clarified. “But I’m obviously ready to go whenever you are.”
She frowned, glancing down at the soft pink pajamas she was wearing from Serenity’s wardrobe. “Well, I suppose I’ll change back into those scrubs, and then I’ll be ready too,” she replied. “Might also go ahead and take a shower at my place, if you don’t mind.”
I tried not to gulp, knowing she was just talking about a very routine thing to do. It’s just that she’d be doing it while we were alone at her place. “Umm, yeah, that’s definitely fine,” I agreed, shoveling some more food in my mouth.
She smirked at me, taking another bite as well.
Shit, please tell me she didn’t notice my reaction.
We continued to eat in silence for a few minutes, before I glanced up at the clock, realizing it was actually a little past 7 AM. It was Sunday morning, and everyone had a long day yesterday, so no doubt they would want to sleep in for another couple of hours at least.
I cleared my throat, only having a couple of bites of food left. “Oh, actually, I might go ahead upstairs and just say goodbye to them now. Everyone was up late last night and probably needs the rest. We will likely be back before they even get up.”
Michelle frowned at that, possibly because it meant not giving the other three time to talk by themselves, but then nodded in agreement.
“Alright, sweetie. We can do that. Although…” She hesitated, glancing toward the window again. “I’d really like to avoid getting too close to that disturbing stone.”
My eyes widened. “Oh, of course,” I agreed, shoveling in my last two bites and then standing up. “I’ll go put it in the shed out back for now, and I’ll be sure to walk really far from the house as I head back there. Okay?”
She hesitated, almost looking as if she was going to suggest all that wasn’t necessary, before sighing. “Thank you, honey.”
I grinned at her and then headed straight for the door to put on my shoes.
Running outside and grabbing the black chest from my car was a quick chore, and within a minute I already had it stashed in the shed in the backyard next to the woods, which was about as far from the house as my car had been parked. That should mean that it wouldn’t bother Avery’s mom while she was inside the house.
I then made my way inside through the backdoor, kicked off my shoes, and headed upstairs to say goodbye to everyone. In the meantime, Michelle collected our dishes and then came upstairs to step into the bathroom while I was in Serenity’s room, I assumed to change back into the scrubs from the hospital.
Serenity was groggy when I woke her up, so I just let her know what I was doing, kissed her and thanked her for last night, and then let her sleep. I then was about to let Gabriella and Avery know too, but decided against it, since I at least knew Serenity would have no problem going back to sleep, whereas I wasn’t sure how either of the other two would react to me waking them up.
And I really wanted them to be well rested, in case we were up late tonight hanging out.
Heading back downstairs instead, I put my shoes back on and waited for Michelle to be ready. She was out of the bathroom about a minute later, and was shouldering her purse after grabbing her phone from the kitchen, putting both it and a charger inside her leather bag.
“Ready,” she said once she met my gaze.
I opened the door for her, locking it behind me, and then followed her out to my silver car. I thought about opening the passenger’s door for her as well, but didn’t want to push my luck by seeming too eager to please her. Because, as much as I wanted this woman to like me, I also didn’t want to push her away by being too enthusiastic too soon.
Once we were on the road, we socialized a little about random things, with her asking ‘mom stuff’ like what subjects I enjoyed in school, as well as if I had any plans after I graduated. Unfortunately, I didn’t really have plans at the moment, and I was thankful when she didn’t chastise me for not being prepared.
But the truth was, I didn’t need to work or go to college right away, if at all, and I had plenty of time to try to figure stuff out. Still, I actually loved being peppered with questions from her, feeling like she was taking a sincere interest in my life and, most importantly, in me.
Michelle and Avery lived in a high-class subdivision about fifteen minutes away from where I lived, and while their house wasn’t nearly as nice as Mrs. Watson’s place, it was still really fancy-looking. I was actually really glad that Michelle could keep the house if she wanted, due to the prenuptial agreement she’d signed with her husband, since it felt like it would be such a shame to have to sell it as part of the eventual divorce.
However, when I pulled up to their house, I was a little confused when I noticed that there were two cars in the driveway, instead of just one. A nice black one, as well as Avery’s beige car.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who was a little alarmed.
“Dammit,” Michelle hissed, her blonde eyebrows furrowed in obvious annoyance. “I told him not to come over.”
“What’s wrong?” I wondered. “Is it your husband?”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes. He called me this morning, because he just found out from his brother, Avery’s uncle, that we were in a car accident yesterday. I told him we were fine, but he insisted he check on us.”
“So you knew he’d be here?” I asked seriously.
She looked at me in surprise. “What? No, of course not. I told him we weren’t even home right now and were staying with a friend.”
I nodded. “Okay, so then, what do you want to do?”
She took a deep breath. “Well, we’re already here. I’ll just tell him I’m fine, and ask him to leave.”
“Do you want me to stay here?” I wondered hesitantly.
She looked at me in shock again. “Of course not, honey. You’re more than welcome to come in my house. He’s not. And if I have to, I’ll threaten a restraining order. He has no right to be here, and I don’t want him here.”
I nodded, popping open my door. “Well, if it really comes down to it, I’ll escort him off the property myself.”
She gave me an affectionate look. “Oh honey, you really are so sweet. But don’t worry about it. I’ll make him leave.”
I smiled with a nod, closing my door and then locking my car as we walked up the short set of steps leading to the nice concrete porch. Michelle fished her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door, which only had the bottom handle locked. She then proceeded to step in and wait for me, before slamming it closed behind me.
Mr. Copeland came rushing down the stairs barely five seconds later, seeming overly eager to greet his wife, before he laid eyes on me. The man was actually taller than I was expecting, and well built, as if he’d spent a decent amount of time in the gym at one point in his life. However, he also had a decent sized gut, and appeared to be balding prematurely.
Nevertheless, he definitely wasn’t some IT nerd dude, like I’d kind of assumed. It was obvious he’d been truly handsome at one point in time in his life, and still retained some of his younger looks even now.
Mr. Copeland stopped in his tracks, looking confused to find a stranger with his wife, even if I was a younger stranger, which gave Avery’s mom enough time to speak up.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” Michelle demanded. “Do I really need to change the locks? Has it come to this?”
He focused on her, seeming flustered to have her speaking like that in front of someone else. “Babe, I’m not here to fight with you. I was really worried when I found out you and Avery were in an accident. Why didn’t anyone call me?”
“Because we haven’t seen you in nearly a month!” she snapped. “Why would we call you when you’ve clearly moved on with your life?”
“Babe,” he replied, placing his hand on his hip and gesturing toward her. “I still care about you both. You were the one who asked me to stop coming around.”
“Because you and I are done,” she snapped. “Now, I want you out of my house. I told you not to come, and I want you gone.”
Shit, I was honestly impressed that Michelle seemed sincerely pissed and yet wasn’t even showing a hint of transforming. Like, damn she had just as good control as Gabriella.
Mr. Copeland finally glared at her, seeming truly annoyed now. He then focused on me. “And who is this young man?” he wondered, a hint of venom in his tone.
Michelle was careful not to touch me, but she did take a step closer. “This is my very good friend, Kai, and he was there for me and Avery both yesterday at the hospital.”
Mr. Copeland glared at me again, speaking to her. “Seriously, Michelle? Friends with a kid? Seriously, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I think it’s none of your business who I’m friends with,” she snapped, only to reach in her purse to pull out her phone. “Now, I want you out of my house now, or else I will call the police and have them remove you. Don’t think I won’t.”
“Sure, I’ll leave. As soon as this boy does too,” he scoffed.
Despite the obvious fact of what was being implied here, I decided it might be better to defuse the situation, before the police really got involved.
“Dude,” I said seriously, acting like he was being dumb. Because he was. “What’s your problem? I go to school with Avery, and my family invited the two of them to stay at our place for a couple of days while they recover. I just brought Avery’s mom over so she could grab some stuff. Why are you acting so weird about it?”
I tried not to grin when Mr. Copeland looked flustered, quickly realizing that he’d just made an ass out of himself by assuming that I was hanging out specifically with his wife.
“Oh, umm…you mean…” His voice trailed off.
“I mean what?” I said seriously. “That my family is putting them up for a couple of nights after they were in a car accident? Or that I brought Avery’s mom over, since she doesn’t have her own transportation right now and needed to pick up Avery’s car? Like, what’s your hang-up here? Why do you have a problem with me being here right now?”
Fuck, he was so flustered. And embarrassed as hell.
It was great.
“Umm, sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“Just leave,” Michelle said firmly. “Avery and I are just fine, so just get the hell out. Or do I need to call the police?” she asked seriously, holding her phone up.
He scoffed. “Whatever,” he snapped, aggressively approaching us, prompting us to separate so he could leave. “Not sure why I even bother trying to care, when it’s clear you couldn’t even take the time to give me a call to let me know you were alright.”
“How about you give me your girlfriend’s number, and I’ll call her next time?” Michelle snapped.
Mr. Copeland opened the door aggressively. “Oh fuck off, Michelle.” He then slammed it behind himself before she could respond.
She sighed heavily. “Sorry about that, honey. I didn’t think he’d make that big of a scene.”
“It’s fine,” I replied. “And honestly, it was kind of fun to make him think you and I might be together, but I also knew it was just going to escalate if we let him believe that.”
Michelle’s face instantly turned red, only to begin shifting to light gray, as she cleared her throat and looked away. “Umm, sorry to put you in that position, sweetie.”
“Its fine,” I replied, loving her reaction. “He’s dating someone about my age, so why not make him think you are too? It would be good payback.”
She cleared her throat again. “I wouldn’t mind getting some revenge on him,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t matter now. He’s gone. Let me go grab a quick shower, and then I’ll pack some stuff.”
“Sure,” I agreed. “And mind if I use the bathroom really fast?” I added, kind of having to pee and knowing that if I ended up getting an erection for some reason, it would be much harder to make it go away if I had that urge tickling me.
“Oh, of course. Although, the only available bathroom right now is in the master bedroom.” She gave me an apologetic look. “The downstairs toilet is broken, and I was remodeling the upstairs bathroom a few months ago, before all this nonsense started.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” I replied, gesturing with my hand. “Lead the way, and I’ll be in and out.”
She gave me a small smile and then did as I asked, taking her purse with her as we headed up the stairs. She was definitely right about remodeling the upstairs bathroom, with it looking gutted, missing both the sink and shower, though it looked like the toilet might be functional. Still, I could see how she might consider it rude to send me in there, even if I didn’t really mind.
Thus, I followed her into her bedroom, surprised by how cozy it was, with most everything being pleasant shades of gray, including the walls, carpet, and blankets on the bed. The door to the master bathroom was obvious, so I headed straight there, closing the door behind me. Of course, I didn’t bother locking it, since I felt confident she wouldn’t barge in, having no trouble locating the toilet and emptying my bladder with her just in the other room.
However, when I heard Michelle’s phone vibrate in her purse, I unexpectedly recalled that it had been a while since I got two messages from Gabriella’s mom.
Shit, the last thing I wanted was for her to think I was ignoring her.
Zipping up my pants, I quickly fished out my phone to see what she said, only for Michelle to knock on the bathroom door.
“Hey sweetie, I think I’m going to just change really quick and worry about a shower later at your place. I don’t really feel like hanging around here that long.”
“Oh, umm, sure,” I agreed. “I’m still going to be a second, so go ahead. Just let me know when you’re done.”
“Thanks dear,” she replied, walking away from the door.
Focusing back on my messages, I recalled that the last thing I sent was a simple question, asking Mrs. Rebecca how her decision to continue fucking me would affect what she did with her husband. And that was after she said she was going to continue fucking me indefinitely.
I tried to control my breathing as I began reading what she said, hoping I didn’t hate her response.
‘Don’t let it go to your head, baby boy, but I am postponing sexual relations with anyone else indefinitely. I am afraid you might have ruined me for other men, as nothing else I have ever experienced even comes close to what we shared last night.’
Holy fuck. Was she serious?
I knew sex with her was absolutely mind-blowing, almost as if we’d been in a nonstop cycle of her generating lust in me while I generated passion in her, but was it really that amazing?
She really wasn’t going to have sex with anyone else?
Did that include her husband?
Surely not!
That would be too good to be true.
I quickly read her next message.
‘My husband and I have a dom-sub relationship, even though he is quite masculine otherwise. He has gone a year without me fucking him before, and nearly six months without being able to watch me fuck either. I did it originally as an experiment to see if I could achieve a level of lust similar to what we experienced last night. It worked well back then, and my husband has accepted that I will do it again.’
Holy fuck.
Was she serious right now?
She was going to stop fucking all other men, including her husband?
She was only going to fuck me from now on, while he went without?
I was seriously going to get to fuck this man’s wife, and he just had to put up with it?
This couldn’t be real. Was she truly being serious?
My heart was racing as I quickly typed a response, hoping she didn’t take too long to answer, unlike how I’d just done to her for the last twenty or so minutes.
‘What exactly did you tell him?’
I didn’t know what else to ask, unable to believe she was being serious right now. However, without a doubt, her words had given me a raging hardon at this point, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to make it go away anytime soon.
Shit!
Unexpectedly, I heard the front door open, only for Mr. Copeland’s voice to call out into the house. “Michelle! Hey, you got a minute?”
I heard Avery’s mom run to the open bedroom door, knowing from passively listening that she was half naked right now. “Fucking bastard!” she yelled at him. “Get out of my house!”
She then slammed the bedroom door shut, locking it and rushing back to her closet to get dressed. Unfortunately, Mr. Copeland didn’t listen, suddenly hurrying up the stairs and down the hallway to what used to be their bedroom. He tried the handle first thing, but it was obviously locked.
The fact that he was in the house again did nothing to reduce my erection, because all I could think about was Mrs. Rebecca’s words and remember how amazing fucking her had been last night. I read her message a second time, still unable to believe she was being real.
‘My husband and I have a dom-sub relationship, even though he is quite masculine otherwise. He has gone a year without me fucking him before, and nearly six months without being able to watch me fuck either. I did it originally as an experiment to see if I could achieve a level of lust similar to what we experienced last night. It worked well back then, and my husband has accepted that I will do it again.’
In the meantime, Mr. Copeland spoke through the door, his tone mockingly sweet. “Honey, why is that boy in our bedroom?” he asked seriously. “And why is the door locked?”
Michelle was dressed now, but didn’t go further than the bed as she responded. “It’s locked because I’m changing,” she said firmly. “And he’s using the bathroom right now, since the one downstairs is broken and the other one up here is trashed.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” he snapped.
“I think it doesn’t matter either way,” she snapped right back. “You’re not my husband anymore, as far as I’m concerned. So you can just walk your cheating ass right on out of here, and go back to your little hussy, before I have the police escort you out of the house. Do you want to go to jail for trespassing?” she added seriously.
“Like hell am I going to leave,” he snapped again. “I’m staying right here until either he, or you, comes out.”
“Until either one of us cums?” she repeated with mock sweetness.
Holy fuck, Michelle really did want to make him jealous and get revenge.
And shit was he pissed. “You know what I mean!” he yelled.
My phone vibrated again in my hand, prompting me to ignore them as I focused on Mrs. Rebecca’s latest message, enthusiastic to find out what she told her husband.
‘Honestly? I told him I fucked our daughter’s boy-toy, and that it was the best sex I have ever had. I admitted that I think I am in love with you, and have decided that I won’t fuck him anymore until I decide how to handle this situation. I also asked him to agree to leave our bed, and possibly even leave the house, if I decide I want to fuck you and he also happens to be home. He has no problem with me having my fun, so it won’t be an issue.’
Holy hell.
Holy fucking hell.
My cock felt like it was going to explode. No way she was playing me. She was being completely honest. My hormones were definitely talking as I typed my next message.
‘So that makes you my woman then?’
Oh shit, the anxiety of waiting! And I had no idea how this was really going to work out. I had no idea how Gabriella would feel about me messing with her parents’ relationship, or if I even really was messing with it, since this was how they did things, right? Because they had a dom-sub relationship?
Because Mr. Watson regularly shared his wife with other men?
But if that was the case, how long would this go on? Would it be permanent?
Would her being my woman be a temporary thing?
Fuck, I really didn’t know. But I also didn’t really care right now.
Because I wanted her so bad.
Avery’s parents were still arguing through the door, but I wasn’t even listening at this point. Because I just didn’t care. All of this felt so surreal, and it was definitely affecting my thinking. My cock was affecting my thinking.
I felt like I’d just claimed this sexy older woman as my own, and I actually liked it.
Fuck, I loved it.
In the back of my mind, I knew this was dangerously close to the kind of thing I feared from another incubus, and yet in this exact moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Like, I didn’t want to be the kind of person who stole women from others, even if that wasn’t exactly what was going on here, and yet I felt overwhelmed with the sense of power it gave me.
Because it felt so wrong, and yet I loved how it made me feel, like I was high on a drug. I loved that Mrs. Rebecca was going to ask Mr. Watson to leave if I came over to fuck, and that he would even willingly do it.
Granted, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, having this guy who I hadn’t even met just willingly allowing me to have my way with his wife, but I just couldn’t bring myself to care right now.
Because this was amazing.
I got to have this sexy MILF, and it was fucking amazing!
I had no idea how this was going to work long-term, since I ironically wanted to keep Mrs. Rebecca for myself, but for now I was more than happy to be in an arrangement where she taught me to fuck safely, while also abstaining from sleeping with anyone else.
I focused on my phone again when it vibrated in my hand.
‘Oh baby, you are so adorable. I suppose it does make me your woman. For now. Like I said, don’t let it go to your head…but yes. I am not sure how I am going to go back to fucking normal men.’
Oh hell yes.
This was really happening.
This was fucking happening.
I stuck my phone in my pocket, feeling in a daze as I turned toward the door, everything just feeling surreal as I twisted the knob and stepped into the bedroom. Michelle immediately looked at me in surprise, likely shocked to see that I was fully transformed, only for her face to flush when she looked down at my raging hardon.
Without hesitation, I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her body, causing her to gasp in surprise, her entire body shifting like mine. Suddenly, her hair was white, her face was gray, her eyes were star-eclipsed, and her lips and eyelids were frosted.
“Let’s make your cheating husband jealous,” I whispered, grinding my cock into her thigh. “Let’s get you some revenge.”
She stared at me in shock for half a second, before she melted in my arms, nodding adamantly as an adorable little whimper escaped her pale lips.
I leaned forward and pressed my mouth firmly into hers, moaning loudly as we began making-out passionately, her tongue eagerly slipping into my mouth, the noises loud enough to shut the bastard up on the other side of the locked door.
He seemed sincerely stunned.
And shit, I knew I’d allowed things to go to my head, but I just didn’t care right now.
Because this sexy mom was also my woman.
My MILF.
And I was going to make that fact crystal clear right here and now.
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I pulled away just long enough to speak, my tone thick with passion.
“I love you,” I whispered, only to press my mouth into her frosted lips again.
She whimpered a second time in my grasp, her arousal thick in the air.
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Original: April 23, 2021
Submitted: April 27, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)