Before you can make a move, Greg tries to mediate

“Calm down," Greg shouts, startling everyone. "Both of you!”

Melanie and Erica both turn their angry glares to Greg, who has his hands up to indicate that he means no harm. He has a slightly distressed look as he faces down the two angry women.

“We’re here to see where John lives, Mel,” he reminds his wife. “Not to insult his cousin right in front of him! You’re making yourself, and me, look bad in front of our son!”

Melanie glances at you for a second, and Erica huffs, as if this somehow gave her the upper hand in the argument.

“And you,” Greg abruptly continues, addressing Erica with a stern expression. “My wife might’ve been rude about it, but she also has a point. John’s a real randy boy; he’s barely been outside his mother’s pussy the whole time he stayed at out house. The kid shoots cum like a geyser, and I bet his balls are full right now even after all the loads he stuffed into his mother this morning. You’re his personal slut, so you should’ve been there lending a hand, if nothing else.”

Your notice that your mouth is hanging open as you stare at Greg. Your ‘parents’ were certainly upset... Upset that the person responsible for emptying your balls wasn’t there for you to use, just like parents would be upset with the babysitter for not keeping an eye on the kids.

Well, that's Greg's reason at least, but you're sure that Melanie feels some measure of jealousy seeing the young, tight-bodied Erica.

“You weren’t there, and whatever the reason may be,” Melanie says slowly, "it's my duty as John’s Mommy-slut to ensure he’s getting the best service from his other sluts. I need to make sure you can drain him properly.”

Erica looks miffed, and is frowning slightly. As for yourself, you're starting to get some ideas...

“Dad, why don’t you go in and take a look at the apartment,” you begin, “and then Mommy can make sure Erica knows what she’s doing.”

“Sure, son,” he replies, clapping your shoulder. “I’m sorry about before... We’re just lookin’ out for you.”

“Yes,” Melanie agrees, pulling your arm into her breasts and giving you a soft, loving look. “Please try to understand, honey.”

“It’s fine,” you soothe her, reaching down to grope her ass. “It feels good to have parents who care so much. You two head on in, I need to speak with Erica for a few.”

They enter your apartment wordlessly, but you notice Melanie shoot Erica a smirk as she passes her by.

Erica has her hands arms folded under her breasts, rubbing her upper arms as she avoids meeting your eyes.

“Look at me,” you say softly, cupping her chin. She obeys, and you pull her face to yours, giving her a long kiss. Once you're done, you pull her in for a hug. “I missed you, Erica.”

A shameless lie; you've been far too busy shooting spunk deep into Melanie’s MILF womb to think about anyone else. Erica hugs you back, and you rub her soft back silently for a few moments, then kiss the top of her head.

“They just want the best for me,” you tell her, secretly enjoying the situation. “I didn’t think I’d be that pent up and really let loose on--er, in--Mom.”

“They’re right,” she says in a small voice, burying her face into your collar as her breasts push up against your chest. “She’s your mother, and I’m your personal slut, and I’m the empty one... I’m not the one with five loads in me...”

“We can fix that,” you reply comfortingly, grinding your hips against hers. After a moment, you reach down to push a finger into her willing pussy. “I’ll stuff you so full that you’ll be leaking for days.”

“But that’ll be indulging me,” she says in a sad voice. “You stuffed Melanie without her asking you to.”

“You won’t need to ask either,” you tell her. Your fingers are slowing sinking in deeper as you converse. “...If you manage to learn from Mommy. She’s really good at making me cum.”

Erica pouts cutely. “I don’t want to ask her, not after all those mean things she said to me. She’s just jealous you’re going to live with me and not with her!”

She's probably right about that. Undeterred, you press on, poking her anus with your thumb while teasing her pussy with your forefinger. “I’ll have her service me, and you can just copy her. You two can settle your differences over my cock.”

Erica smiles. “Okay, John.”

With that, you both walk into the house, your hand palming Erica’s ass as you step into the living room where Melanie and Greg are waiting.

“Done looking around?”

“It’s a cozy little place. Not bad,” Greg says with a smile.

“I’d still much rather you move in with us,” Melanie insists, her eyes shining with urgency and sadness. “I don’t know how I’ll sleep at night... I’ll be so worried.”

Erica hugs your arm into her body, and you don’t miss the sour look that flickers on Melanie’s face. “Don’t worry, Melanie,” she goads. “I’ll keep him nice and empty for you.”

Melanie’s eyebrows twitch at that, but she stays silent. Greg must’ve spoken to her about the scene in front of the apartment.

“You guys are free to visit, and I’ll stay over when I want,” you reply.

“Well, it’s time for us to go,” Greg says, standing up. “Georgia called just a minute ago, and she needs to get back home.”

Melanie reluctantly gets up, still glaring daggers at Erica, who just presses into you harder.

“Dad,” you begin, "I think Mommy should stick around for a while to clean up around the place and maybe show Erica the ropes.” Melanie’s face lights up like a Christmas tree as you say these words. “I really can't bear to part with her so quickly.”

“Hey, I understand,” Greg says generously as he nods along. “I’ll have some trouble at home, but its fine. You have needs."

“Tell Georgia to stay over, and tell her to bring those twins you mentioned with her. Tell her I'm the one asking, and I think she’ll listen.”

“Alright,” Greg says with a relieved smile. “I’ll get going, then.”

As Greg leaves, Melanie slowly slips out of her clothes. Her thighs are wet with drippings from her cunt, and her breasts are leaking milk.

You unbuckle your pants and let them drop to the floor. “Knees, both of you.”