Heading out the bedroom door, and downstairs, I realized Mr. Copeland hadn’t gone as far as he claimed. Certainly, he was outside on the sidewalk, but he’d stopped after walking only a single house down, appearing as if he’d decided to wait to see if his wife was telling the truth.
I still had an erection, but figured I’d walk over to the front door to see how he’d react to me cracking it open.
Sure enough, the moment I opened it a couple of inches, he abruptly turned around and continued walking down the sidewalk, almost as if he was afraid of getting caught. When he finally reached his car, all of which I was only hearing, my cock had calmed down enough to be able to make it to my own car.
Stepping outside the house, my expression neutral, I didn’t bother looking in his direction to see if he was watching now, opening my car noisily and then slamming my door shut. I then waited patiently for Michelle to finish gathering what she needed, wondering if she still planned on driving Avery’s car back to my house.
When I heard her grab a different set of keys, I suspected that was still her intention, which I was perfectly fine with, minus the issue with Mr. Copeland still hanging out in his own vehicle down the street. Because no way in hell was I going to let this asshole find out where I lived.
Wondering how I might handle the situation if he tried to follow us, I attempted to think of various solutions, only for Michelle to step out of the house…
Followed immediately by her cheating husband pulling off the curb and heading in our direction.
When she stopped at my window to remind me about taking her daughter’s car, Mr. Copeland pulled to a stop in front of the driveway, effectively blocking us in.
“Michelle,” he said firmly through his open window. “I have a right to know where my daughter is staying.”
Avery’s mom immediately straightened up as she glared at him. “No, you don’t,” she retorted. “Do you really think our eighteen-year-old daughter wants anything to do with you right now?” she demanded. “Not only are you dating someone her age, but you’ve all but abandoned us for a month now. Don’t come crawling back thinking either of us wants anything to do with you. There’s a reason why Avery didn’t give the hospital staff your phone number.”
He grimaced. “Michelle, don’t be like this. I was really worried about you.”
“Fuck off!” she snapped. “We want nothing to do with you, so go back to your whore! And I think I will get a restraining order against you, since you seem determined to continue harassing me.”
“You fuck off,” he snapped back, putting his car back in gear. “I don’t even know why I bother trying to care,” he added, only to speed off down the road.
Michelle sighed heavily.
“Let’s just go,” I whispered to her, grabbing her attention. “Don’t worry about him right now. I’ll follow you back to my place…” I paused. “Assuming you remember the way, from our trip here,” I added.
She nodded. “I do, honey. And that sounds good. I have more things to worry about than him right now.” She smiled warmly. “Like figuring out how you and I are going to work,” she said quietly.
Oh hell yes.
She really did want this to work out.
“Okay,” I replied with a huge grin. “I guess I’ll back up into the street and wait for you to pull in front of me.”
“Okay, dear,” she agreed, carrying her bag around to Avery’s vehicle. She then climbed in after I’d pulled out, and we were on our way.
As might be expected, our trip back home was quiet since we were driving separately, but it wasn’t too bad considering Avery and her mom only lived about fifteen minutes away. Like, the whole trip had been probably about forty-five minutes, with much of our time spent at Michelle’s house being caused by Mr. Copeland wanting to argue with his wife.
However, when we finally pulled into my driveway, I knew it was long enough for my sister to at least fully wake up, because I could hear her clicking open her shampoo in the shower. Alternatively, Gabriella and Avery were still sound asleep, cuddling in my bed.
And I wasn’t sure I could be happier.
Especially now that my second MILF was hopefully going to talk to her daughter soon about sharing me with the two of them. Like, shit, was this even real? I knew it was, but damn it was almost too good to be true. And was it because I was half-incubus? Or would this have been possible if I was simply supernatural and nothing more?
Honestly, while having sex with random women probably wouldn’t have been on the table, without it being something that I might truly need, I was actually inclined to believe that Gabriella and Serenity would have agreed to share me either way. And I was similarly inclined to believe that Avery and even her mom might both be willing to be a part of the relationship too, under the vital conditions that I was able to save them after that car accident, since I was sure that had an influence on things.
But also especially because Avery secretly thought it would be hot for her mom to fuck the guy she’d been crushing on, and it seemed as if Michelle was also aroused by the idea of fucking a hot young stud. More than that, Michelle seemed to be into the idea of me roleplaying as her son, even if she hadn’t used that terminology herself, possibly being turned on by the taboo nature of a relationship involving a young man with a much older woman.
Granted, it also probably helped that she didn’t have other adult male children my age, which might have otherwise made such a fantasy seem too real to want to roleplay it. But technically I could be considered her son-in-law if I married Avery one day, and even if I didn’t legally marry her, I was sure this MILF would be happy to treat me as her son either way.
A son she fucked.
Likewise, I was equally just as happy to treat her the same, as my mom.
Granted, I knew I had to be patient for now. All in due time.
I focused on Michelle after we both climbed out of our respective cars. “Looks like my sister is awake taking a shower, but Gabriella and Avery are still asleep,” I explained, just to give her a heads up.
Michelle nodded. “I’ll probably take a shower after Serenity is done, and then I’ll see if I can speak with Avery once she gets up.” She paused. “Might wake her up, if she doesn’t on her own in the next hour or so, since talking about all this is kind of important.”
I tried not to grin. “Just know that what I told you is really true, and that she’s anxious about you thinking she’s messed up in the head. You’ll probably have to make it clear right away that it’s your fantasy too, so she doesn’t feel so bad.”
Michelle’s cheeks flushed at my assumption, clearing her throat as she began hurrying toward the house. “Umm, of course,” she agreed quietly, looking super embarrassed.
However, once we got inside, she realized there wasn’t really anywhere for her to go, other than the living room or kitchen. Thus, she just set her bag and purse down by the door, and then went into the kitchen to begin warming up breakfast again, since Serenity was at least up.
Not wanting Michelle to feel awkward with me just standing around, I decided to step into the living room to respond to Mrs. Rebecca’s message, rereading her last message after I asked her if the decision to not sleep with her husband indefinitely meant she was my woman now.
‘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.’
Her words sincerely put a grin on my face, even though I wasn’t sure how this was going to work out long-term, in practice. Still, while I definitely loved both my sister and busty fiancé, I wasn’t sure that my sexual experiences with them were ever going to compare to Mrs. Rebecca Watson.
Not that the amount of pleasure was the most important thing, nor did that imply that having sex with anyone else wouldn’t feel good.
No, as much as it felt good, Mrs. Rebecca could never take Serenity’s place in my heart, or even the place of Gabriella.
But the level of raw passion and lust I experienced with this sexy mature woman felt like it was an entirely different level of ecstasy from anything I’d ever experienced before. Like, I honestly wasn’t sure I would ever experience it again with another person.
At the very least, while I didn’t feel like I was ruined for other women, I could certainly understand how she might feel like she couldn’t go back to sleeping with normal men. I hoped she didn’t end up resenting me for that one day, but for now I couldn’t deny it made me probably more happy than I should be.
More accomplished than I should be, as well.
Deciding to plop down on the couch, hearing that it sounded like my older sister might be almost done with rinsing off in the shower, I decided to send Mrs. Watson a response.
‘Not to sound like a selfish idiot, but that makes me really happy. Like, I’m kind of worried how your daughter will feel about that, since we’re talking about her dad, even if he’s okay with it for now. But at the same time, I want you so bad.’
I then took a deep breath as I focused on the empty fireplace, my mind beginning to wander as I thought about last night and today, unable to believe so many amazing things had happened in such a short amount of time. However, when I heard Michelle sigh heavily in the kitchen, sounding like she was typing a message on her phone, I again recalled the black stone due to her previous reaction to it.
Shit, we never did ask Gabriella’s mom about it, and I still felt like that was a major priority.
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