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As the living room grows darker, you and Michael break off your game to get some food. You stand in the kitchen, making small talk about college while you wait for your frozen pizza to thaw. April leans over the sink, her breasts flecked with suds as she washes some dishes.

Michael looks at her hungrily, drumming his fingers on the counter. "I know you said she's all yours, but...am I allowed to use her yet?" he asks, looking to you pleadingly.

"Just wait a little while longer," you reply with an excited smile. "I've got something in mind for tonight. Speaking of which, is it okay if I sleepover?"

"No problem, man," he says. He doesn't seem to be holding your controlling attitude against you at all; you guess that since it's your absolute right to own his mother, it would hardly be fair for him to hold that against you, even if he's **** to use her. "As long as you don't mind sharing a bed...the fold-out couch is kinda broken."

"How'd that happen?" you inquire curiously.

"Got a bit drunk during a party a few weeks back. Thought it'd be funny to cram as many people possible onto it for a gangbang. You can imagine the rest from there," he explained with a goofy smile, accepting his mistake.

"Not my baby boy's finest moment," April openly comments from the sink with a small laugh, having overheard your conversation.

You share a laugh with the mother and son—it definitely sounds like something Michael would have done in your old reality, except not with the pretext of an orgy.

A couple more hours pass as you eat, play games, and chat idly. Eventually, April comes over, her arms crossed beneath her round tits.

"Alright, boys, I'm going to bed," she says. "Please try to keep it down, Peter and I have to get up bright and early to go to the doctor's."

"Hey, you're not leaving without a goodnight kiss," you reply, getting up off the couch and walking over to her. Placing one hand on her ass and the other on the back of her head, you pull her into a passionate embrace, your tongue dancing around hers as she relaxes into your arms.

Noticing that your pants are beginning to tent, she places a hand on your crotch, breaking off the make-out session. "Oh, honey...you're all stiff again. Shouldn't I take care of this before I go?"

You shake your head. "Don't worry, I'll be in soon to tuck you in." Giving her butt a final squeeze, you let her go. She leaves the room and climbs the stairs up to her and Peter's bedroom. "Alright, I guess we should get to bed too. It's gonna be a big day tomorrow...and maybe I'll even let you in on the fun," you say with a chuckle.

"Damn, I sure hope so," replies Mike, shutting off the TV. "I can't wait for Mom 3.0."

Heading for your friend's room, you strip off all your clothing, throwing it into a pile beside his bed.

"Whoa, man," Mike says, quickly averting his eyes and turning his body awkwardly. "You might be my friend and all, but there's no way I'm gonna sleep with you naked."

"Don't worry, I'm just going to see your mom," you assure him. He immediately looks more comfortable with your appearance; now that your nudity is sexual in nature, it's no longer embarrassing. Good to know.

You head off towards the master bedroom, stroking your cock idly as you walk down the hall.