Mel makes some changes

“No one slept over, huh?” Melissa asked me as she poured herself a cup of coffee, then came to sit down with me at the kitchen table. “I figured that would be a regular thing now, coming over to find one of them prancing around half naked.”

“Looking forward to it?” I asked with a little smirk.

“Maybe a little,” she laughed, then took her first sip of her drink. “Seriously, though. I was a little surprised when Rhia came home last night.”

“I’m not a machine, Mel,” I said. “She made her point yesterday afternoon, and then we played a long session. Then the girls decided to put on a show for me out in the hot tub.”

Mel snorted, shaking her head. “Oh, to be young again,” she mused.

“Oh, please,” I scoffed. “They’re amazing, but you, Val and Rachel could probably put on an even more impressive show.”

“Why thank you,” my friend grinned like a pleased cat, then took another sip of coffee. Then she set her mug down and sighed. “So you fucked my daughter.”

I’d known it was coming, but it still made my spit catch in my throat for a moment, and I had to clear it with a grumble, which just made Mel smirk again.

“Any change of heart?” I asked her, avoiding a direct answer.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, it’s still a little weird, right? Is it weird for you?”

“A little,” I shrugged. “But… she’s a different person now, I guess. There’s a big separation in my mind of little Rhiannon running around in the backyard, leading the other kids around during a BBQ, and Rhia now. Maybe it helps that she was so busy for the last year or two, and I didn’t see her much.”

“That makes sense,” Mel said. “We had to have a whole ‘I’m an Adult now’ conversation when she started college, and we changed the house rules. That and then all of this has really made her feel like a different person for me. Still my kid, but not my little girl anymore.”

We both took a long sip of our coffee, letting the silence linger.

“Did she hold up to the family reputation?” Mel asked after a minute, smirking at me over the rim of her mug.

That made me snort and shake my head. “I had to pump the brakes on unprepared anal, so I’d say so.”

“Oi vey,” Mel laughed. “OK, I’ll put together a kit if she’s interested in you plundering that skinny little ass of hers.” Then she snorted, smirking and shaking her head. “Now that’s kinda weird. Taking the anal virginity of a mother and daughter, twenty years apart?”

“Mel,” I said. “You’re not helping with the weirdness.”

That made her laugh again, her eyes alight with her teasing nature, and she hummed a soft tone as her laughter died off.

Then she stood up, and I figured she was going to go get more coffee, but she confused me when she came around the table to me and gestured for me to turn to face her in my seat. Then she sat down, straddling my lap and looking at me face-to-face, our noses an inch from each other and her bust pressing against my chest through our clothes. My hands naturally went to her hips, holding her intimately. It was a position we’d been in plenty of times before, though rarely clothed. Hell, rarely without my cock penetrating her.

I could see things she wanted to say running around in her mind behind her eyes, and I waited for her to decide which one to say. She surprised me again by not saying anything at all - instead, she kissed me. Not a friendly peck, like I often got from her, Ronnie and Rachel. Not a deep, lust-filled soul kiss like we would share in the middle of sex during The Game, either. It was a firm kiss of controlled passion, love, and intimacy. No tongue, but still moving and growing.

It was a kind of kiss we hadn’t ever shared while clothed, or outside of Game Night.

I wasn’t sure what to do with that.

“Mel,” I murmured when she pulled away, but she stopped me cold by covering my lips with one hand as she looked at me seriously.

Then she slipped off my lap, going to her knees on the floor, and wrapped her fingers into the waistband of my morning sweatpants and started to pull them down my hips.

“Mel,” I said again, entirely meaning to stop her, but countering that firmness by lifting my ass a little from the kitchen chair so she could keep pulling my pants down. My cock, already half-hard after that kiss, bounced into the air lightly since I’d been going commando.

“Shane,” she said in a challenge, grabbing my cock comfortably and starting to stroke me.

“It’s not- What about Dan?” I asked. “We can’t do this to Dan.”

“Shane,” she sighed, her challenge softening, and she stood back up without letting go of my cock, kissing me the same way she had before. By the time she pulled away again, I was fully hard in her hand. She went back to her knees, leaned forward and gave the side of my cock a long, spitty lick that was both meant to get me slick for her stroking and to provide a lewd little show for me. She started to jerk me off a little faster. “Dan’s been laughing his ass off for years that we don’t fool around, Shane,” she told me. “He’s told me dozens of times that he doesn’t mind if we do. Not in a ‘he wants to know’ cuckold way, he just knows how close we are, and that sex in our group of friends is different. I didn’t get your cock during The Game last time because you were busy being a tentacle monster for Rachel, and now you’re fucking Rhia and her friends outside of their game and I’m hearing all about it. So why shouldn’t I get to suck my best friend’s cock over our morning coffee? Or sit on it and spin when we grab lunch?”

“I- It’s-” I stammered. Twenty years of tradition was stuck in my throat. Twenty years of carefully maintaining boundaries for In Game and Out of Game to make sure everyone felt respected and safe.

“I want to suck your cock, Shane,” Mel said. “Not a baron, or a vampire, or a whole tribe of orcs. I, me, Melissa, want to suck your cock. So I’m going to do it.”

And she did.

It really wasn’t fair to compare, but Mel could compete with Rhia, Elyse and Tori doing a triple blowjob and still come out on top. Twenty years of history between us, of knowing each other’s buttons, of practice.

Melissa sucked my cock in the middle of my kitchen at 9:38 AM. No dice, no characters, no game. Her lips were heaven on my shaft, her tongue a tempting devil on the ridge of my head. She knew just when to pull away, gasping for breath as spittle strung between us, and just the right firmness to squeeze and stroke.

Her eyes were lust and love. For me.

This was changing everything, but… was it changing anything?

I gathered up her thick, wavy hair, and she grinned at me around my cock, looking up into my eyes as I held it in my fist at the back of her head. Then I stood up, and she shuffled with me so she could remain upright instead of leaning back, and I took over, fucking my best friend’s mouth just the way we both liked.

“Fuck, Melissa,” I grunted. Not Meliana, or Annabella, or any of her other characters. “God, Melissa.”

She grabbed my ass with one hand, and after twenty years, I knew what she was signalling she was ready for. I slowed the pace of my soft thrusts into her mouth but started pushing deeper, and in one smooth motion, I pushed deep, and she swallowed my cock into her throat, her nose pushing into my pubic mound as she took every inch of me.

“Mel,” I moaned.

She moaned well, resonant and full from her chest.

She squeezed her fingernails against my ass cheek, and I pulled back to let her breathe. One little look from her told me she was ready again, and I pushed right back into her throat. Another hold, feeling her swallowing around the head of my cock. Eventually another silent squeeze, another chance to breathe, and she pulled all the way off, drool and spittle leaking down her chin.

“Come down my throat, Shane,” she murmured. “Fuck my throat and pump your cum right into my stomach.”

“Jesus, Mel,” I murmured with a soft chuckle.

She smirked at me and went to say something, but I got the drop on her this time and pushed my cock back into her mouth.

When I came, I was left light-headed and had to sit back against the edge of the kitchen table as Mel panted to catch her breath, grinning even as she used the napkins I passed her to wipe under her eyes, all over her chin and down her neck.

“OK,” she said, licking her lips as she looked me up and down, still on her knees. “That is definitely a new part of our morning coffees. Especially if you keep giving me loads like that. God, I feel like I ate a full breakfast.”

“Mel,” I said, my brain finally not feeling like it was spinning slowly in my skull.

“Mhmm?” she asked, giving me another of those Cheshire cat grins. She took my hands and let me pull her to her feet, and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard. More than before. Lustful, passionate. Tongue. She moaned into the kiss, her body melting against mine as we made out in my kitchen. She took my head in her hands, keeping me locked in, and my hands wandered down to grab her ass through her shorts. I grunted softly when she moaned again, even hornier than before.

Then I picked Mel up by her ass and turned, sitting her down on the edge of the kitchen table, and pulled away from the kiss. She looked at me, hungry and hopeful.

“One good oral orgasm calls for another,” I told her with a little smirk, and gave her a shorter, comfortable kiss before dropping to my knees.

“You always were my favourite pussy eater,” she grinned as she helped me start pulling her shorts off her. “Just the right amount of everything.”

“Then I’m going to spoil you rotten, Mel,” I promised her as I tossed her shorts and thong to the side and spread her legs, licking my lips at the sight of her horny pussy.

“Please, Shane,” Mel said with a huge grin, lifting one leg to put it over my shoulder. “Spoil me as much as you want.”

There was a part of me that wanted to just dive in, drill my tongue into her and start slurping away. That was one way to get her off, and it could be a lot of fun.

But we had fun. And we were alone. I could take all the time in the world, and no one would be getting impatient for the DM's attention.

I kissed the inside of her knee, and Mel’s eyes went wide, realising that I was going to draw this out. No fast orgasms for her - we were going big.

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