You and Melanie are moving in with your parents

The idea came to you the very next morning. Melanie was making you and Greg waffles while wearing nothing but an apron, and your cock began to stir beneath the kitchen table. You wanted your Mommy-slut to take care of it, but you _also _wanted to keep watching her perfect ass sway as she made you a delicious breakfast.

Faced with that conundrum, you came to the only reasonable conclusion: I need two mothers; one just isn't enough to take care of me. But wait... I have two of 'em already! I can just take Melanie and move back in with my REAL parents!

With that goal in mind, you sent Melanie off to pack some things. Explaining the situation to Greg wasn't easy, but before too long he was ready and willing to be left behind with baby Hanna. He'll continue living his life, waiting patiently for the day his wife and "son" return... Whenever that may be.

Less than an hour after the waffle incident, you and Melanie are walking up the front steps of your childhood home. Your new mom is looking radiant in a pastel blue sundress; the sheer fabric makes it obvious that she's not wearing a bra, and a mere gust of wind would reveal that her panties are missing as well. It's a calm, sunny day, though, so her modesty is preserved for the moment... Although she seems a touch embarrassed nonetheless.

"Are..." She hesitates, then tries again. "Are you sure your adopted parents are going to be okay with this?"

You wrap an arm around her waist and give her a reassuring squeeze. "They'll be just fine once I explain it to them." Your hand drifts downwards as you speak, and soon you're blatantly groping her ass through the thin dress. "I'm, uh, pretty good at explaining stuff."

With that you knock on the door and wait.