MILF: abv. Mother I would Like to Fuck

The next day, Misha woke up before Stephanie. Even though it was almost noon when he woke up, she was still asleep. Then again, they were up pretty late.

Misha winced as he stood, every muscle between his knees and his belly button ached.

While Stephanie was still sleeping, he decided to get a shower and make breakfast.

While the water came up to temperature, he took a second to analyze his reflection.

And boy, he was a mess. Streaks of white cum stood out against his light blue hair, and his face had a good amount of dried cum as well. In addition to that, he was certain that, had he taken out the plug that was in his butt, a small flood of semen would be flowing down his legs.

He would have felt shame at being so thoroughly filled and covered, had he not given Stephanie the same treatment.

In the shower, that hot water soothed the muscles in his thighs and cleaned the cum from his face and hair. He elected to leave the butt plug in, if only to tease Stephanie about it later.

He exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist and smiled at Stephanie. She was sleeping in the most absurd position he had ever seen and was snoring loudly while their cum covered most of her face. Truly, she was the epitome of beauty and grace.

He entered the kitchen, this time wearing underwear and a shirt. He had learned. He looked through the kitchen for his apron but stopped when he heard the front door open and a stranger walked in.

"Hey, I'm here- AHH!"

The stranger had been in the middle of saying something before he saw Misha, and nearly jumped out of his own skin.

Misha was similarly surprised, although he reacted more defensively.

"Who the heck are you?!"

The stranger, a young man, about Misha's age, was about 3 inches taller than him, but very thin, and wore an oversized black tee and baggy jeans held up by a black leather belt with a sterling silver skull for a buckle.

"Who am I?! Who are you?! Hell, what are you?!"

A door slammed behind Misha, and Stephanie entered the living room wearing a fuzzy bathrobe with her hair wrapped in a towel. This was the first time Misha had ever seen her angry.

"WOULD BOTH OF YOU PLEASE STOP SHOUTING?!"

Misha looked at Stephanie, confusion written across his face.

"Elliot, this is Misha. I'm his sponsor, so he lives here for as long as he decides to stay in the new world."

Stephanie turned to Misha, and he thought he saw a hint of worry in her expression.

"Misha, this is Elliot, my son."

This will be my last chapter on this branch for a few days, maybe a week, Idk. I want to spend some time on Deafening Silence.

-Pizza the Hut