Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 74

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 74 -- A pair of sexy moms.

Original: February 13, 2022

Submitted: June 19, 2025 to Literotica (Copyright 2022 Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister, mother/daughter), taboo, group sex, orgy, urban fantasy, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

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- CHAPTER 74: Departure -

I looked over toward the basement stairs as both Miriam and Rebecca came into sight, the former wearing a heavy blue silk robe that made her look like the epitome of a rich woman, except far younger than most would expect, while the latter of the two was dressed the most casually I'd ever seen.

Mrs. Rebecca was wearing simple jean shorts that showed off her tan juicy legs and a white t-shirt that was tied in a knot around her thin waist, revealing her toned belly and navel, along with the shiny straps of a red thong.

Shit, the fifty-something-year-old already looked like she was in her thirties, but her outfit made her look even younger. If she were standing next to Gabriella, I was sure people would assume she was just a slightly older sister. And yet knowing her actual age made it even hotter.

The epitome of a sexy mom.

However, despite how hot she looked, I didn't feel like she was going for seduction right now. On the contrary, I felt like she was mostly worried about everyone, and simply threw on what was probably very casual for her. A normal outfit, with no thought put into it, for a stressful morning.

Hard to say that the shiny red thong was even meant to be sexy, since for all I knew most of her underwear might be like that. It was even possible that the fact she was even wearing underwear was indicative.

I was covered up now, minus the fact that I was shirtless, but I could tell in Miriam's emerald gaze that she was well aware her maid had taken care of me.

Her smile was warm as she spoke up. "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast," she mused.

I stood up to greet them. "Umm, yeah. I needed it more than I realized. Thanks for having her do that."

Miriam shook her head. "Oh no, that was all Gwen." She scoffed then, seeming amused. "She didn't even ask me. I found out from Rosa."

"Is that a problem?" I asked seriously.

The adorable redhead rolled her emerald eyes, only to walk over and wrap her arms around me, leaning her head against my chest. "Of course not, silly. She's yours now too. And honestly, I feel bad for not thinking of your needs sooner. Had she not prepared you breakfast and played with you while you ate, then I certainly would have done it."

We both pulled away to focus on each other, only for Rebecca to move closer, clearly wanting a hug too. I responded to Miriam as I embraced the sexy redhead MILF, her massive tits squished against my chest.

"Well, we were both exhausted. And I haven't even thought about what needs you might have. Which I'm sorry about," I added.

"Not at all," Miriam replied as Rebecca and I separated. "You're our baby boy. It should be our job, as your sexy mommas, to take care of you."

I couldn't help but smile at that, though I felt kind of bad now when I thought of their conversation. Because it was obvious that they assumed they were speaking in private, having no idea I was eavesdropping from two floors away.

I cleared my throat, also recalling the big decision I'd made. "Oh, and before I go, do you want me to give it back?"

Mrs. Rebecca immediately looked confused, but Miriam knew exactly what I meant.

She froze solid.

"Umm," she said hesitantly.

I shook my head, knowing what I had to do, reaching out to grab her hand. "Come on, I'll give it back. I know it was too sudden. You didn't have the chance to really make the decision. It was forced on you by the situation."

She seemed shocked as I began tugging on her. "Wait, are you serious?"

I stopped pulling, focused on her again. "Of course I'm serious. I mean, yeah I would much prefer to be able to hear what's going on in this place, but I understand how big of a deal it is. Or at least, I think I do. And if you decide to offer it again, then I want it to be because you truly want to, not because you have to."

When she didn't respond, her expression torn, I began tugging again, leading her to the concrete hallway beyond the stairs, and then stopping just at the beginning, knowing that's where the hidden door was.

But then I just stared at the wall blankly, before focusing down at her. "I don't know how to open it though," I admitted.

Miriam still seemed torn, focusing up at me hesitantly.

"Wait," Mrs. Rebecca chimed in, having followed us to the hallway entrance. "Did you..." Her voice trailed off.

"Yes," Miriam said simply, not looking at her.

When the busty woman only seemed shocked and confused, I finally gave her my attention. "We couldn't risk me fighting with limitations," I explained. "I needed to have free reign, to be able to hear and feel everything." I focused back down at Miriam. "And being able to sense when the barrier was penetrated did help," I added. "A lot. I also like hearing everything, but..." My voice trailed off.

"But what?" Miriam finally asked quietly.

I sighed, deciding to be fully honest. "If you want me to give it back, then I will. No hard feelings. But if you decide to let me keep it, then you should probably know that there's no privacy with me around. I can hear everything." I paused to let that sink in. "And I heard you two talking this morning."

Miriam seemed sincerely surprised, but Rebecca actually clasped her hands over her mouth.

I looked up at her.

"Oh honey," she said behind her hands. "I am so sorry. I may have spoken without thinking."

I shook my head. "No, it's fine. You didn't say anything offensive, and even if you had, I'd like to know how you really feel."

She only grimaced, dropping her hands to her chest as she glanced away, seeming to try to recall what they'd all talked about when they were speaking in 'private.'

I looked down at Miriam again, prompting her to speak up.

"So if we go in there, you'll really give it back?" she asked seriously.

I nodded. "Yes, of course."

"Why?"

I frowned at that, only to sigh heavily. "Because it's just like you said earlier this morning, when you thought you were speaking in private. One of the most important foundations to a relationship is respect."

She smiled just slightly at that, only to sigh heavily. She then focused more intently up at me, beginning to readjust her hand in mine, until our fingers were intertwined.

Her voice was quiet, but decisive. "For now, I wish to continue sharing all that is mine with you. I just hope you won't be offended if I change my mind. I've slaved for countless hours erecting these barriers. Countless hours creating this domain. I'm not sure if you could fully comprehend spending more than an entire lifetime on a single project this massive. Just like you probably can't comprehend the dedication and faith required for Noah to spend over a hundred years building such a massive ark, even though he was criticized for decades as he did so."

I shook my head. "I won't be offended if you change your mind. Honestly, I don't feel like you sharing this is a requirement for us being together. Like, I feel like we could get married, and we could live together forever, and it would be fine if this remained solely yours." I paused. "Although, if I'm going to help protect the gate, then it might help."

"Yes," she agreed simply, not saying anything more.

"So then?" I prompted.

"I don't think I'll change my mind," she admitted. "I want to share everything with you. And yes, you're correct. It was sooner than I was ready for. But now that we've done it, I realize there's really no point in undoing it when I would just end up offering it again." Her emerald eyes became affectionate. "I love you, baby. More than you may even realize."

"I love you too," I replied. "Probably as much as you realize," I added, just to be funny.

She smirked at that, only to change subjects. "Well, I know you want to leave, and my daughter Rebecca is more than happy to drive you back to your house. I'll say goodbye now, before the time slips away from us and you end up staying all day anyway."

I gave her a small smile. "Thank you, Miriam. Really."

"You're welcome," she said simply. "If you want to rouse Natalie, I'll go ahead and wait to say one final goodbye in the Grand Foyer."

"Sure," I replied. "Be right up."

Miriam abruptly jumped up and threw her arms around my neck, prompting me to grasp her silk covered torso underneath her folded wings, loving the feel of the shiny blue material, warmed by her thin body, as she gave me a tight hug. She then let go and slipped past Rebecca to head upstairs.

I gave my busty redheaded MILF a small smile and then turned to head the rest of the way down the hall, walking through the open door to find Natalie still passed out. Rebecca followed after me, stopping in the doorway as I sat down on the purple silk covered bed and gently rested my hand on the blue-haired vixen's delicate shoulder.

Natalie was basically just wearing a vinyl bikini with the sheer black dress not hiding anything, the material riding up enough to show part of her exposed ass, thanks to the vinyl thong, her bare legs toned and sexy.

And she was definitely completely out of it.

Damn, I might just have to carry her, because I wasn't sure if I could get her to wake up easily.

Obviously, I hadn't really tried yet, but in our bond, I could feel that she was even more tired than I felt. It was the type of tiredness where it almost felt like there was a physical pressure pushing one to unconsciousness, a side effect of just being completely wiped out after being sleep deprived for so long.

I'd never found out how little sleep Natalie had been getting prior to us meeting her, but I suspected it wasn't much, possibly due to the anxiety caused by the approaching full moon. If anything, this might be the first time she could truly relax in over a year, the absence of nonstop anxiety and suffering causing her body to finally crash in the most absolute way possible.

Mrs. Rebecca spoke up after a few seconds. "Looks like you had a pretty eventful day yesterday," she commented, sounding like she was just trying to make conversation.

I glanced at her with a nod. "Yeah, I went on a date with Serenity and we kind of ran into Natalie. Wasn't really planning on starting anything with her, but she's a werewolf and it's a pretty horrible thing. Kind of our only options were to either put her out of her misery or for me to try to help her."

Mrs. Rebecca nodded. "Yes, I understand, sweetie. Miriam explained everything to me."

I looked at her in surprise. "Miriam?" I repeated, just confused that she'd called the short minx by her name. Although, I also realized that I must not have been fully aware of all conversations happening during the night, since I didn't have any recollection of hearing Miriam explain things to Mrs. Rebecca.

"Yes, of course," the busty redhead agreed. "Is something wrong with that?"

I shook my head. "Just surprised you called her Miriam."

Her emerald eyes widened briefly, before she seemed to understand the confusion. "Oh, that's sort of an old habit. My real mother didn't raise me, but she would be pissed if I didn't call her mom. Which means I basically had two people I called mom. Most of the time, saying 'mom' was useful in keeping things vague, depending on who I was talking to, but I also got into the habit of using their names if I needed to clarify who I was talking about."

"Oh, so then you've probably called her by her name a lot."

She nodded. "Not usually when I'm speaking with her, but yes. It feels very normal for me to use her name."

I nodded, only to sigh. "Well, Natalie seems pretty tired, so I think I'll just carry her upstairs."

"Sure," she agreed. "I'm ready whenever you are, sweetie."

I nodded a second time, only to climb more on the bed and carefully begin scooping Natalie up into my arms. She didn't rouse at all, remaining completely unconscious as I did so, the new position causing her sheer dress to slip down even further so that all of her ass was showing, the vinyl thong being too buried in her crack to hide anything.

Not that it really mattered, since only other women would be seeing her exposure.

As I stood up, I focused on Rebecca. "Oh, and we need to figure out where her leather jacket is. Gwen probably knows where it is."

She took that cue to go ahead and begin heading back down the hall without waiting to see if I was following, almost seeming as if she wanted to ensure she got it so that I wasn't inconvenienced by waiting. Not that I would have minded, but it almost seemed as if she wanted to do whatever I needed much like how Gwen acted, waiting on me hand and foot, much like a mom doting on her son.

However, when I got upstairs to the Grand Foyer, I arrived just in time to see that Gwen was already holding Natalie's jacket, handing it off to Mrs. Rebecca and then giving her a quick hug. Briefly wondering where Rosa was, just out of curiosity since I didn't expect her to see me off, I glanced up at the second floor, surprised to see her peeking around the corner, almost looking as if she was shy and didn't want to be seen.

She was still wearing the same outfit as before, including dark blue jeans and a navy-blue blouse that showed off just how thin she was, her blonde hair and pale skin making her look overall angelic, minus the red eyes.

Giving her a small smile, her crimson eyes widened, only for her to step a little more into sight as she gave me a small uncertain wave.

Turning back toward Miriam, the short succubus gestured with her hand toward the door, making me realize she was going to walk me outside. I gave her a smile as well, as I did so, with Gwen opening one of the massive doors for me to slip through. Rebecca was then right on my heels, opening the back door to her black sedan so that I could carefully get in with Natalie and get her situated.

However, unlike how I'd held Serenity after she'd been kidnapped, feeling very protective of her, I didn't plan on holding Natalie like that on the ride home, intending on sitting up in the front seat. Thus, I instead got her in what looked like a comfortable position, and then buckled her in so that she wasn't flying all over the place if we had to make a hard stop.

I then closed the door, gave Miriam and Gwen both one last hug, and climbed into the passenger's seat. My busty MILF didn't waste any time saying her goodbyes too, again like she didn't want me to have to sit around waiting and thus inconveniencing me, slipping into the driver's seat and starting the car.

We drove in silence as we passed the bodies by the front gate, with me being well aware that the few dozen were nothing compared to the real massacre resulting from that older vamp's death-ray disintegration spell. But at least this way the local police would have less bodies to hide. Less murders to try to cover up.

Honestly, I was kind of surprised they hadn't arrived yet, but I was sure those bodies would be gone by the end of the day.

It wasn't until after we had passed the first and largest barrier around the edge of Miriam's property, and turned onto the street, that she finally spoke up again.

"How are you feeling, baby boy?" she wondered hesitantly.

I turned my head to focus on her, realizing I'd just sort of been staring into space for the last few minutes, with my gaze lowering to her exposed toned belly. Fuck, she looked so hot in those tight jean shorts and simple white t-shirt tied into a knot. And in this seated position, even more of her tan legs were exposed, the shiny red thong strap more noticeable on her wide bony hips. Granted, her tits were so huge that I wasn't sure she would look bad in anything, her maternal figure unmistakable.

At the very least, she certainly filled the white t-shirt out, the outlines of her large white lacey bra visible.

Truly, she was literally the epitome of a sexy mom.

The kind of woman who would give all her daughters' boyfriends dirty thoughts upon meeting her, beginning to long for a relationship with the mother, instead of the girl more their age.

Clearing my throat, I focused on the thick heavy curls resting on her shoulders, her red hair as gorgeous as ever. "Umm, yeah. I'm fine, Mrs. Rebecca."

She sighed at that, making me wonder if it was because of the 'Mrs.' part.

"Oh, did you want me to stop calling you Mrs. Rebecca?" I wondered, recalling that Miriam requested I stop calling her Ms. Miriam.

She looked at me in surprise. "What? No, that's alright. I mean, I kind of think it's cute that you call me Mrs. Rebecca, but I honestly I'd prefer if you called me mom."

I gulped at that.

We'd already sort of talked about that kind of thing, and it was true that she technically would be my mom when I married Gabriella, but it was still kind of a big transition.

But then again, maybe that's what I needed to keep in mind.

The fact that being engaged to Gabriella really did make her my mom.

She continued. "But why bring that up?"

"Just your sigh," I admitted. "Miriam asked me to drop the formalities, and I wondered if that bothered you as well."

She smirked at that. "Nope, I find it adorable, though I really would prefer mom. And if you do decide to drop the formalities and only call me Rebecca, I'll probably insist you continue to be formal in the bedroom when I'm spending time with my cute son."

I swallowed hard at that, causing her to grin.

She continued. "I suspect that my mom feels old when you are formal with her, so I can understand her requesting that. But it doesn't make me feel old, only in a more dominant role, something I much prefer." She paused, glancing at me. "I hope you don't mind. She's much more flexible in the bedroom, but I have a definite preference. I like to be the one in charge."

I tried to swallow again, my mouth feeling dry now. "Umm, that's fine. I don't mind at all."

"Wonderful," she said in amusement.

I simply nodded, causing the two of us to fall silent again.

After a few minutes, she spoke up a second time. "So is it alright if we talk?" she wondered.

I glanced at her, realizing she seemed uneasy. "Of course," I agreed. "I'm just really tired, so it feels like a lot of effort to try to keep a conversation going. But I can listen. And answer questions, if you want."

She nodded. "Okay, well, first I was wondering if you could tell me what you overheard."

I took a deep breath. "Well, I guess I mainly heard about the situation with your husband. How you had an arrangement with him, and how you were already thinking about separating soon. Honestly, kind of crazy that you two have been together for almost thirty years when you look so young."

She grimaced at that. "Yes, well, I was twenty-six and he was almost nineteen when we married. We quickly became great friends, and I spent a lot of time with him even though we could only sleep together once or twice a month. He was also a really good father-figure to my first daughter, who was only four years old at the time."

I nodded. "Annabella, right?"

"Yes," she said simply.

I glanced at her again, not seeing anything in her expression, but not wanting to inquire more about someone I'd never met. Thus, I decided to put in the effort to move the conversation along.

"So I guess your husband expected that you would be separating soon, but do you really think he will be okay with meeting me? With knowing that I'm with Gabriella too?"

She nodded. "Oh, yes of course. He's spent pretty much all of his adult life sharing me with other men, and he of course knew I'd be moving on once we did separate. He also knew I'd probably pick someone very young, since I'll still look this age in another thirty years. Which means, the younger the guy, the longer the relationship can work out." She sighed then. "I think my only real concern is how Gabby will react - to the divorce part, not the sharing you part."

"Oh, well I think she pretty much understands the situation."

Rebecca looked surprised. "She does?"

I nodded. "Gabriella and I sort of talked about it a little, a couple of days ago. About what it would mean for me and you to be together too."

"You did? What did she say?"

I shrugged. "Just that it would really only bother her if you two separated on bad terms, like how a lot of marriages end. However, when we discussed it, she said that she didn't think it would turn out like that, recalling how you two apparently always emphasized how you were such good friends. And she said she wouldn't mind if the separation was civil." I paused. "Like, she felt pretty confident that you two would probably remain friends and that Mr. Watson wouldn't hate me for being involved with you."

"I see," she replied simply, seeming pensive.

"Plus," I added. "She thought us having sex was super hot."

Mrs. Rebecca smiled at that. "It was very hot," she agreed.

"Extremely hot," I emphasized, staring out the window again, as I recalled fucking her in that latex bodysuit.

She continued, her tone casual. "And it'll be even more hot the next time, since I plan on my baby girl being a lot more involved."

My eyes widened in surprise at that, my gut tensing, knowing Gabriella had already been pretty 'involved' the first time, being right there with us as I fucked her mom. Even getting off herself as she rubbed against me. Which meant, I had to clarify.

"Umm, more involved how?"

She gave me a lusty glance. "Well, you thought it was hot when I seduced you, right?"

I tried to swallow. "Of course."

"So how much hotter will it be when I seduce my daughter too?"

I tried to keep my breathing even. "Would... I mean, would you really do that?" I managed.

She smirked. "I already have, baby boy."

I focused on her in shock. "Wait, you have? When?"

She frowned at that. "I guess that means Gabby really hasn't told you yet. And I can understand why, given everything that's happened." She took a deep breath. "I'm sure that if yesterday had been a normal day, then she probably would have already told you, sweetie. But it was after she got off work. She came by to spend some time with me before heading over to your place."

Of course, I knew that part, just the fact that Gabriella had made a stop at her mom's house, but had no idea something happened while she was there. But then, what exactly did happen?

I decided to ask.

"So, umm, what did you two do?" I wondered, trying to keep my voice even.

She smirked. "As much as I want to tell you, I think I'll let her share, because I'm sure she's looking forward to being able to tell you herself. However, I will say one thing. Baby boy, I can sense that the prospect of what we might have done is very exciting to you, and I am really looking forward to living out your fantasies. Especially since they're my fantasies too."

I gulped at that, trying to sound playful, even though my entire body was tense. "Umm, I guess I'll just start calling you mom all the time then."

She laughed at that. "Please do," she mused, only to change the subject. "So anyway, sweetie, is there anything else you want to know about the situation with my husband? It sounds like you pretty much understand everything, so I'm not sure if there's much more to say."

I thought about that. "Umm, well, is it going to be a big headache getting divorced?"

She shook her head. "No, we signed a prenup, just to lay things out since we knew it wouldn't last forever. The house is paid off, so I'll keep that, and he'll keep all his money and his car. It won't be a problem for him to find new living arrangements, since we're both pretty well off financially."

"Oh, actually I do have a question," I realized. "What do you do for a living?"

She laughed at that. "I'm a real estate agent. I help sell homes for a living, mostly the expensive ones."

"Huh. I guess that makes sense. I could see you doing that kind of thing."

She made an amused noise. "What did you think I did for a living, baby boy?" she wondered.

I shrugged. "I mean, not really sure. Miriam doesn't seem to have a job, and yet she's well off financially, so I guess I just kind of assumed you both might make money from the people you have sex with."

Mrs. Rebecca laughed again, seeming highly amused. "Well honestly, I have. And I'm sure she's done so as well, in the past. But no, that's never been my primary means of earning a living."

I nodded. "Glad that didn't offend you," I commented, realizing it could have.

"Not at all, baby boy," she said affectionately. "I've never been ashamed of the type of life I've lived until now. It's just how it is for succubi."

"And you're really okay with giving that lifestyle up?" I wondered. "You won't change your mind or anything, right?"

"Of course not, sweetie. You are a very special young man, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, so long as you'll have me as your lover and mother."

I decided not to bring up the 'immortal' thing that she'd talked about with Miriam, knowing that I'd be fine with giving her some of my blood at this point, but also not wanting to get into that conversation right now.

"Well, of course I'll have you," I replied warmly, unable to stop myself from grinning. "Who wouldn't want a sexy mom to dote on them?"

She grinned as well, only to reach over and squeeze my thigh as she focused on my bare chest briefly, biting her juicy bottom lip before focusing on the road again. "Do you want me to just drop you off when we get to your place, or do you want me to stay?" she wondered, keeping her hand on my black gym shorts.

I cleared my throat, my whole chest beginning to feel hot. My cock was stiff too, but I had my legs close enough together that it was staying down and out of sight. "Umm, well I wouldn't mind if you stay, but I do need to get some more sleep."

"Of course, baby boy," she said reassuringly, rubbing my thigh briefly before placing her hand back on the steering wheel. "I'll let you get all the sleep you want, and be there to 'dote' on you when you're ready to wake up."

I grinned at that, knowing she was teasing me a little by intentionally using the same words I'd used. However, after a moment, I recalled the fact that she'd found out that I'd changed Gabriella before I could tell her myself, kind of feeling bad about it.

"Oh, and, umm..."

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

I cleared my throat. "About Gabriella. Just wanted to say sorry for not telling you that I sort of made her different. It was actually an accident, and the main reason why I didn't share was because I was afraid you'd freak out, and also because I wanted to make sure Miriam heard it from me."

She didn't respond right away, seeming to think about that. "Well, I'm not mad, if that's what you're concerned about," she finally replied. "And I can understand your perspective. You had plenty of reason to believe I might freak out. I just hope that we can all be honest with each other going forward, and share all our secrets."

I nodded. "Yeah, it's been a crazy few days, but I feel like things are finally beginning to stabilize. I want to share everything with you, Miriam, and of course Gabriella too." I paused. "And you know about my classmate and her mom, right? That they know everything?"

She nodded. "Yes of course, Gabby mentioned it when we talked about her needing to sleep with other people, remember? When we had our first time? And she kind of elaborated more in a message the next morning."

"Oh, right," I replied. "I guess just so much has happened, I kind of forgot."

"That's alright, sweetie. And I'm very happy to share everything with you as well." She grinned. "Also very interested in seducing Serenity for you, and anyone else you want, so you can watch. I definitely need to meet those other two. What are their names again?"

I gulped, knowing I had zero reservations with having that happen, since Mrs. Rebecca wasn't nearly as addictive as Miriam, and I was unable to help myself from wanting to see that. "Umm, Avery and Michelle."

She smiled warmly, only to glance into the backseat. "And what's Natalie like?" she wondered. "Kind of seems like the hardass type, who might just have major mommy issues and be very susceptible to getting bossed around by a maternal figure in bed."

I grimaced at that. "Her parents are actually gone."

Her emerald eyes widened, her tone suddenly somber. "Oh, I'm so sorry. What happened to them?"

I sighed. "The guys who kidnapped her actually made her watch them die. The bastards drowned both her mom and dad right in front of her."

"Oh my God," Rebecca said in disbelief, glancing back at her again. "I'm really so sorry."

"You didn't know," I replied reassuringly. "So nothing to be sorry about. And she's completely passed out right now," I added, only to shrug. "Besides, for all we know, your assessment of her might be right. You do have a talent for that kind of thing."

She sighed. "Yeah, I do. Which means that having a motherly figure in her life might also be healing for her. So I'll pay close attention to her in particular, and if it seems like being seduced will help, then I'll go for it, and if not then I'll just keep things platonic. She might just need a friend."

"Sounds good," I agreed, knowing I'd be surprised if that was something Natalie actually wanted, and especially if it was something that would actually help her find some form of healing. But, I was also well aware that I wasn't really 'well practiced' at anticipating other's desires, unlike the two mature succubi in my life.

At the very least, I knew I personally found something cathartic in my developing relationships with Rebecca, Michelle, and even Miriam to an extent, all because they were very motherly. Granted, in some ways, that was also what I'd always liked about Serenity, the fact that she was my older sister, but also kind of like my mom.

Although, I suspected that Miriam, in particular, had picked up on that desire, since she'd emphasized that maternal side of her when I was upset, even though I would have been fine had she not. Then again, it might just be how she was. The short redhead was obviously empathetic, and it seemed clear that she wanted to baby me.

Mrs. Rebecca was quiet for a few minutes after discussing Natalie, before asking tentatively if I would tell her about yesterday and last night. She'd of course heard about what happened from Miriam, but she wanted to hear about it from my point of view.

More than that, she wanted to know how I felt.

She wanted to know if I'd been scared. She wanted to know what thoughts had gone through my head. She wanted to know what happened when I chased down the main guy. And she wanted to know why I'd forgiven Rosa, which she didn't know much about until I brought it up. She also wanted to know why I went so far to save the blonde vamp's life, as to let her bite my own neck to try to break the curse that would have killed her.

And then, she wanted to know how I slept and why I wanted to go home.

To hear my reasons from my own mouth.

At first, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was concerned about whether or not I was safe to be around, such as due to how I felt and reacted when I was angry, but those thoughts quickly went out the window as she repeatedly reacted out of pure concern for me.

I told her when I'd gotten angry, and why, and what I wanted to do in response to that anger, and instead of being uneasy, she instead complimented me for my self-control, or expressed how proud she was of me for defeating a difficult enemy.

I mean, with how she reacted to everything, we could have been talking about sports and school, with her praising me for getting a perfect score on a test and making the winning goal for the big game.

She called me brave and strong, sincerely meaning it.

And when I shared my fears, she was sympathetic and understanding.

By the time we were almost home, I had a lump in my throat, my heart swelling with affection, finding relief and contentment in just being able to share my experience. To vent my feelings, and to have those feelings validated.

To be able to share my fears without being called a wimp.

And to be able to share my anger and actions without being called a monster.

Once I'd pretty much told her everything, I finally realized I should probably turn my phone back on, only to see that I had a couple of messages from Serenity, as well as a missed call, and a single message from Gabriella. In Serenity's case, it seemed she just wanted to touch base with me and make sure I was doing alright, whereas Gabriella just let me know she was at work and wanted me to let her know when I got back home. Serenity also mentioned that she left my keys underneath the driver's seat of my car, since she'd taken them to get home and I'd need them to unlock the front door.

I went ahead and sent Serenity a message to let her know that I was with Natalie and Rebecca, and that we were almost home. I also mentioned that I planned on crashing once I got there.

Surprisingly, she responded pretty quickly, saying that she missed me, loved me, and hoped I slept well once I got home. She also mentioned that everything at work seemed normal, and that Nick had dropped by to say hi, but didn't chat for long.

I was more relieved than I was expecting when we pulled into the driveway, with my car parked in its normal spot, while both Serenity and Gabriella's vehicles were gone since they'd stopped by the house to get ready for work, only to drive separately since they got off at different times.

Letting Mrs. Rebecca know where the keys were, she went ahead and grabbed them for me while I carefully got Natalie back in my arms, giving the busty redhead a small smile when she opened the front door for me.

I thought about going upstairs to my bed, but knew it was probably best to keep Natalie close and within range to restrain, in case she woke up and wasn't herself, and I wasn't sure if she'd be comfortable waking up in my bed.

Obviously, we'd already fucked once, and she seemed alright with the idea of us being a thing, but I just didn't want to push her too far, too fast.

Thus, I opted for the couch in the living room instead, carefully readjusting Natalie after I sat down until her legs were to my side, between me and the back cushions, while her upper body was resting on my bare chest as I laid back.

I then sighed heavily once I got more comfortable, staring up at the ceiling, with Mrs. Rebecca double-checking that I was alright with her staying, and wanting to know if I needed anything. Remembering that my phone was close to dying, I asked if she could plug it in, and then told her to make herself at home.

She replied to that by leaning down over me and Natalie to give me a long warm intimate kiss that made all the lingering tension melt away.

She then surprised me by wondering if I was alright with her exploring my room a little after plugging my phone in. Of course, I said that was perfectly fine, and I also added that she was free to raid the fridge if she was hungry or anything. I kind of assumed she hadn't eaten breakfast, so I wasn't surprised when she did end up opening the refrigerator to see what we had.

However, I sincerely was pretty exhausted, and the couch was super comfortable, which meant that I was already beginning to perceive things differently by the time she was opening a yogurt and searching the drawers for a spoon.

Even as I lost consciousness, I was already beginning to comprehend what was happening around me, despite the fact that I was undoubtedly asleep.

Not a lot happened for what felt like a long time, with Mrs. Rebecca eating and then quietly creeping up the stairs to look into the rooms, finding herself in my bedroom after a bit, even after she took care of my phone. I had no idea how long she was in there, nor did my subconscious mind really pay much attention to what she was doing, instead being much more focused on the sounds outside, surrounding the house, including the wind blowing the leaves in the warm spring breeze.

But then she was back downstairs, sounding like she was checking on me, only to sit down in the recliner to relax.

It was then fairly quiet for what felt like a long time, my dreamless mind drifting to Miriam for a time, with Mrs. Rebecca occasionally checking her phone, the sounds outside and my overall exhaustion making me feel completely at peace as I slept.

Honestly, I felt like it had been ages since I'd been able to fully relax like this, and there was something especially comforting having my mind on Miriam while I slept.

There was also something really nice about sleeping during the day, and knowing that my hot sexy MILF was patiently watching over me while I rested. Knowing that there was nowhere else she'd rather be, even though there wasn't much for her to do while she waited.

Things felt like they couldn't be more perfect...

But then a car drove up.

And shortly later, there was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Rebecca got up to see who it was.

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Original: February 13, 2022

Submitted: June 19, 2025 to Literotica (Copyright 2022 Kaizer Wolf)