Several days later, you send Melanie home

Erica and Melanie have put aside their differences in favour of doing what really matters: servicing your dick. Three sex-filled days pass, and you honestly think it’s time for Melanie to go back (at least until you get the urge to use your Mommy-slut again).

Her absence will be felt, but on the bright side, you’ll get more free time to mess around with your powers with other people. There’s the eventual visit home (your REAL home) to think about, too.

“Make sure you eat properly,” Melanie says, rubbing your back as she hugs you goodbye. “Keep Erica close so she can guzzle down your cum any time you need, okay? Your balls better stay drained."

“You can leave him to me,” Erica declares confidently as she folds her arms underneath her bosom.

"Consider what we talked about," Melanie squints at the two of you. "You can move in at any time. I'll feel much better being able to keep track of your orgasms myself."

"Erica's already agreed to report to you,” you say, smirking at the arrangement your two lovers have come up with it. "Now let’s not keep Dad waiting."

Melanie’s lips blossom into a smile. “Do you want your mother gone that bad?"

You wrap an arm around Melanie's waist and pull her into a loving kiss. She hungrily duels your tongue with hers.

"There's stuff I want to get done, Mommy-slut," you mutter. You grope her breasts from over her blouse gently as to not coax milk out. "There's my other mother I want to breed, girls I want to turn into my sluts. I'll spend too much time at home with you around- you and Erica are just too good at taking care of me.

"But as soon as I have a place big enough for the girls I want, once Hanna is old enough to be weaned, I'm taking you away forever."

The three of you exit your apartment and head downstairs to where Greg is waiting in the car. For once, you and your girls are clothed; not everybody knows that they're your sluts, so taking them out nude is a bit of a risk.

“Hey there, son,” Greg greets you brightly. “Have fun these past few days?"

“Sure did,” you reply with a wave. "How was work?”

"Never better! I hear I'm being considered for a promotion- right after you talked to them," he grins, punching your shoulder affectionately. "I'm betting you put in good word for me?"

You nod. Greg is a nice person. You enjoy toying with him and occasionally tormenting him, but you want the rest of his life to flourish.

"You hear right, Dad. Anything you want: a woman, a job, money- anything other than Mommy or a slut of mine- you give me a call. I'll take care of it."

"I mean, I'm not unhappy about how we're living our lives right now," Greg's cheeks turn rosy as he glances at his wife, whose arm in linked with yours.

"You might change your mind in the future. The offer stands." You free yourself from Melanie. "But in the meantime, Mommy made you your favourite treat to celebrate."

"She did?" Greg’s eyes light up. "Aw, Mel!"

Melanie blushes and smiles. She lifts her skirt and flashes Greg her leaking, cum-stuffed cunt.

“It’s your favourite: creampie! Eat it hot and fresh before it melts,” you laugh.

Heading back upstairs, you find a woman around Erica’s height waiting before the door. She has on some light makeup, and for the sharp features on her face give her a look of elegance.

Her tall frame, in sharp contrast to your cousin, has a rigid firmness. Her black dress leaves her arms bare from the shoulders down, and you can tell from her lean arms that she cultivates her body relgiously.

She fixes your cousin with a cold stare as the two of you step onto your floor. "You’re late with the rent again."

"Mrs. Johnson," Erica sighs. "I told Mr. Johnson we'd pay by--"

"I'm not Mr. Johnson," Mrs. Johnson cuts in, glancing at you with equal distaste. "Your cousin is home, and he can pay his half of the rent. Now."

Erica's face contorts into anger immediately. Even without your meddling, Erica's been as close as a sister to you since childhood and would not tolerate any sligh on your behalf.

“Calm down,” you hastily say. The frost on the landlady's face thaws and the venom in the eyes of your cousin recedes. “We’ll pay the rent and we’re sorry for being late. Come on in, Mrs. Johnson.”

The woman nods as she allows you to open the door, Erica shoots you a sideways glance as the three of you shuffle into the apartment.

Thirty seconds later, you emerge from your room with the money and hand it to the landlady, who accepts the money and flicks through the notes swiftly.

"This is the last time you get to be late with rent," she says with an air of finality.

"Of course, Mrs. Johnson." She turns to leave, but then an idea occurs to you. "Leaving already? You don’t want the rest?"

"Huh?" Mrs. Johnson turns to look at you, confused.

You start to unfasten your pants. "You're supposed to take my load too. That was the deal."

The landlady huffs, walks over to you, then gracefully kneels before you. She looks mildly annoyed as she pulls your underwear down and your cock springs free, and starts to jerk you off unenthusiastically.

"You can use your mouth," you say, enjoying the red flush that comes over the woman's face."It’ll be faster."

Mrs. Johnson's face scrunches up in as she eyes your meat. “I don’t think that’s necessary."

"But it is. It most certainly is necessary." You grab her head in both hands and press your cock against her thin lips. "This is what you're really here for. Stop pretending and open your mouth."

Mrs. Johnson holds your gaze with the same cold, unchanging expression. A moment later, you feel her lips part and allow you passage into her warm mouth.

"Showing up at my door, acting like some snob bitch," you gasp as you drag her closer by the hair. "You don't even want the money, do you? You just want to be treated like a bitch."

Your fat knob pushes against the back of Mrs. Johnson's mouth, and her eyes widen when there's no indication that you want to stop.

"If I feel teeth, I'll slap you," you groan as she gags around your considerable girth. "But if you're good and give me no trouble, I'll dump the load you want so bad straight down your throat.

"Understood?"

Coughing, Mrs. Johnson blinks through teary eyes.

"I'm going to move, and you're going to love it." You hump her face, sending her into another fit of gags. "Love _me, _the man who understands you so well- the man who's willing to take time out of his day to fix your bitchy behaviour."

Mrs. Johnson continues to gag as you fuck her face, her drool dripping onto her dress in a stready stream.

"Better not waste a single drop, bitch." You firmly hold onto Bethany's hair and pull her into your crotch.

You grunt as you reach your peak, and hot cum spews down her throat. Mrs. Johnson gulps greedily, visibly repressing the urge to cough so as to waste a drop of your seed.

You pull out of her mouth, grinning down at the heaving woman who leans forward and holds onto your knees to keep herself from falling.

It feels good, being able to fuck the face of a woman you know nothing about, and to make her like it.