Lunch Date

The conversation at lunch flowed well. Morgana and your mother got along really easily, which wasn’t surprising as you firmly believed Morgana could seduce anyone with how her personality worked. Lisbeth had also gotten more comfortable and had begun talking like her usual self. It was actually Lexi who was the most awkward. She wasn’t her normally boisterous self.

“I told him he needs to cut it out with those energy drinks. I looked up the ingredients, and they are terrible. I’ve started making him this energy and protein blended shake as a healthy alternative in the morning. I think it’s really been helping.”

Lisbeth had gone full wife mode.

“That’s really good. Left on his own, Jim would probably live off take out. The man can cook, but he only seems to like to do it when others are around. He doesn’t pay attention to his own health.”

“I know, right! Don’t worry, mother. Morgana and I will keep him in tip top shape. You can count on us.” Lisbeth gave an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Well, my son is in good hands. Lisbeth, I can tell you’re going to make an excellent mother for my grandkids.” You choked on your wine.

“Mom!”

Lisbeth blushed. “I would be very happy to have children with Jim, once we’re able to.”

“Lisbeth!”

“Yes. I think all of us are eagerly awaiting that step. Our poor husband won’t be able to leave the bed.”

“Morgana!”

The three of them laughed while carrying on, enjoying your discomfort. While they continued, you suddenly felt a tug at your arm. Looking to the side, you saw Lexi looking up at you with fevered eyes. She whispered in a way only you would hear.

“Me too. I want your babies too.”

She then looked downward. You followed her gaze to see her small elegant hand plunged under her skirt and in her panties. She then looked back up at you.

You couldn’t resist and leaned in to whisper.

“You’re misbehaving.”

Lexi’s eyes grew large, but she didn’t stop playing with herself under the table. Her trademark bratty smirk spread on her doll-like face. The other three women were blissfully unaware.

“Punishment, then.” You said in a low gruff voice for her ears alone.

You reached your hand down under the table as nonchalantly as possible until your fingers found Lexi’s dripping pussy. Expertly, you began to caress the sides and folds before zeroing in on her swollen clit. You rhythmically circled your fingers slowly and steadily to build her up. Tapping into a brief bit of your charm magic, you directed your energy into your fingers.

You had gotten much more adept at manipulating your power with Morgana’s guidance. Both her and Lisbeth had been willing participants as you began to explore your limits. You didn’t even need Morgana’s help to access it anymore.

Beside you, Lexi desperately tried to stifle her reactions. Not only did your hand make her feel good, but she had begun to develop a bit of an exhibition fetish. The idea of being seen or caught during the act elicited the best reactions from the little devil. You two had become quite the pair of perverts lately. You both craved the thrill together.

You could tell just from the way she flexed she was getting close. In the past three months, you two had become experts in each other’s bodies. She had begun to press her face into your shoulder to muffle herself.

That’s when your mother spoke up.

“I had no idea you and James had gotten so close, Lexi. You wouldn’t be trying to steal my son clinging to him like that, would you?” Your mother let out an amused laugh. Lexi startled in place seemingly having been lost in the moment before getting called out.

“W-what? N-no. J-james has Morgana and Lisbeth. Hng!” While she was talking, you subtly began to finish her off. Only Morgana seemed to pick up on what was happening. She gave you a subtle wink.

“Are you okay Lexi? You look a little flushed.” Morgana said with a convincing tone of concern.

You could see in her pink gem-like eyes that she was amused. You felt a surge of wetness in your hand as the attention from bystanders pushed Lexi over the edge. To her credit, she didn’t make a sound. The only evidence of her climax being the spray of wetness in your hand and the twitching of her muscles. She had done well to hide her orgasm.

“I’m…fine.” She managed to let out. “It’s…been a busy day.”

“No kidding.” Your mother started, seemingly unaware that her son had just masturbated her long-time friend in the middle of lunch.

“Actually, I think this is a good time to talk to you about something important, mom.” You suddenly spoke out. Everyone at the table looked at you with questioning faces.

“Lexi and I are in a romantic relationship too.”