Yes, it's dinner time.

"Yo!" Mason woke up to the sound of someone banging on his door and his sister's peeved voice. "Quick jerking off, llorón. I'm hungry and Mom won't feed us until we're all there."

"Give me a second," He said groggily. In theory, one was supposed to feel better after a nap. But that wasn't the case this time. Mason's eyes itched, his mouth was bone dry, his back was stiff, and his dick (while thankfully, rapidly softening) was really sore. He wondered why that was. Whether it was just a side effect of his cock being hard for several hours straight. Or maybe Lilith's power ensured that dreams with her left him dealing with the consequences in reality.

But he didn't spare that conundrum much thought. By the time he was opening his bedroom door, the nerd had put it out of his mind.

As he pulled the door open, he expected to see his big sister glaring up at him. Instead, he was met with an empty hallway. Filled with only the pitter-patter of feet letting him know Viv was already on her way back downstairs. Without any hesitation, he decided to follow her. Both because he didn't want to keep his family waiting. And because his stomach rumbled, letting him know it was past time to eat.

So he moved pretty quickly. Though he did take a second to send a quick message to Yumi. He had promised to let her know when he woke up after all. Mason also let his friend know he was about to have dinner but promised to text again after dinner. His mom's "no phones at the table rule" was pretty serious when they were all together.

As he entered the kitchen Mason was greeted with the familiar tableau of a Griffith-Villanueva family dinner. Not for the first time in his life, the tall teen considered what an odd quartet they made. To most strangers, they probably didn't look like a family. Part of that was that, even now, most people didn't expect a family to have two moms. And the other part was how obviously paired the two kids were with their biological moms.

First, there was Tegan Griffith, doling out generous portions of some potato-based stew. For a long time, she had been Mommy. But eventually, her kids got older and she became Mom. The biological connection between her and Mason could not have been more obvious. They shared the same sandy hair, the same blue eyes, and the same pale complexion. Even their jawlines, noses, and thumbs were almost identical. The only big difference between them was their builds. Both were certainly tall (though Mason had managed to grow taller than her by a few inches.) But where her son was burly and broad, Tegan was long-limbed and gracile. Not to say she lacked feminine charms. Her chest and hips were just inconspicuous on her long body.

She also didn't show them off much. Most of the time she liked her clothes loose and flowy. Typified by her current outfit, a loose, layered sundress. It was a good reflection of her artsy interests. Despite spending almost half her life as a stay-at-home mother, Tegan never gave up her love of creation and expression. Whether it was through helping her kids with creative writing projects. Or by guiding them through a Bob Ross video. Or even if it was just constantly experimenting with different recipes and cuisines when she cooked dinner for her family. And now that her children were close to moving out for good, she had returned to her favorite medium. Illustration.

Then there was his other mother sitting at the table and taking her last opportunity to check an email on her phone. Rayen Villanueva had been called Mama for a long time. But eventually, she found herself the shortest person in her household and became known as Mamita, much to her chagrin. She had grown up in Mexico City before coming to the States for law school. When she met the love of her life. In contrast to her wife (and son), Rayen was short with olive skin, coffee-colored eyes, and jet-black hair. And her body was… well thanks to the internet Mason knew the term short stack. The Latina woman seemed to have all the curves of an hourglassed amazon compressed into a tiny package.

All of this should have hurt her in the old boys club that was law. But if it did the Rayen would likely be an unstoppable **** without these handicaps. His entire life Mason had heard of his Mama, the high-power lawyer taking on big businesses and powerful individuals. Or, as she said, putting their balls in a vice. Well, she said that when Tegan was out of earshot. This might have something to do with the well-tailored suits she wore. But definitely had everything to do with her intelligence, drive, and cunning.

And finally, sitting across from him and staring impatiently at the soup being served, was his sister Viviana. But she mostly went by Viv. Unlike her brother looked similar to her birth mother but was quite distinct. Side by side there was no mistaking her for Rayen’s daughter. But she was noticeably taller, with duskier skin, more arched eyebrows, lighter irises, and a more heart-shaped face. All of these were likely inherited from whichever sperm donor was her bio-dad. Another thing she probably got from this unknown man was her build. As she definitely did not get her mother’s curves. Something the young woman had been bothered by since the day she stopped filling out. And Mason could understand her disappointment on an emotional level. But on an intellectual level, he wasn’t sure what she was complaining about.

Not only was she decidedly not flat, both up and downstairs. But Viv’s lifestyle and passions had carved her body into sporty perfection. She had a love of exercise, physical fitness, and overall health. Not only did she tend to wear activewear, like her current sleeveless, yellow hoodie, and running shorts. The trim young woman wanted to make a living helping people be their best. Though admittedly she wasn’t sure how exactly how.

“You look like crap,” Viv said bluntly as her little, yet big, brother sat down.

“Thanks,” Mason said sarcastically. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tegan said sympathetically before gently chiding him. “You need to take care of yourself. Once you’re in college-”

But she was cut off by her wife. Who scoffed at her suggestion.

“You seem to have forgotten what college was like Mi Amor. All-nighters are something he’s going to have to deal with. Might as well get used to them now. Besides he’s responsible enough to manage his own time.” As Rayen spoke she looked between her son and daughter. And both her kids knew where this was going.

For the last two years, Viv had been taking classes at her local community college. Even though she had the grades to get into a better university. And for the last year, she had also been working at a yoga studio. First, as a receptionist, but it was also a kind of internship. Her boss was teaching her how to teach. In the beginning, Viv had justified this by saying that she didn’t really know what she wanted to major in. So she might as well get her gen ed credits at a lower price tag. But the longer she went without making up her mind, the less patient Rayen got.

And it looked like it was time for another bout between the two. But the fight was stopped before it could start.

“Now, now,” Tegan said. “It’s dinner time. And I for one, want to hear how everyone’s day was.”

That was that. There was no question that most of the time Rayen wore the pants in the relationship. Often literally. But when Tegan put her foot down, there was no moving it.

And so the family dinner started in earnest. The conversation was a little hindered by the need to eat the delicious meal Tegan prepared. But the tall, blonde woman got her wish. Not only was she able to talk about the new book she was reading. Viv also talked about the class she helped teach. And Rayen complained about her coworkers and practice. But Mason mostly just listened. After all, there wasn’t a smooth or casual way to bring up being given a magical app by a demon. Or getting relentlessly teased by his teacher. Or said teacher spotting his boner through his pants. So he decided to play off his day as boring.

And that worked. At least for a while. But while his working mother was ranting about an incompetent paralegal, things took a turn.

“I swear to God. The only reason she still has a job is that she’s suck…” Rayen paused at the sight of her wife’s dangerously neutral expression. “...ing... up... to half of my partners.”

“Nice one, Mamita,” Viv said, giggling at her mother’s near slip-up. “Very smooth.”

The Latina woman gave her daughter a withering glance. Then offered an apologetic look to her lover. And finally abashedly turned to her son **** for a change of topic.

“Mijo,” She said abruptly. “You’re phone keeps buzzing. Everything alright?”

“Oh, um,” The tall teen stuttered a little caught off guard. “It’s probably Yumi. I texted her when I woke up.”

And that was probably true. Or a was at least partially true. The girl next door had almost certainly texted him back after he let her know he was up. But he knew that wasn’t all it was. He was pretty certain Luxuria had also registered his family as three new targets. But again he wasn’t about to let that fact slip.

“Did she want to come over?” Tegan’s face lit up. “I hadn’t planned on dessert but I could throw something together.”

“I don’t know,” Mason said honestly. “I haven’t looked at my phone yet.”

“Well you know she’s always welcome,” His mom said earnestly.

“Are you two dating yet?” Viv asked cattily.

“Not this again.” Since starting high school Mason’s family had been beating this drum.

“Oh come on, llorón,” his sister said rolling her eyes. “How long are you going to pretend like there’s not something there? Grow a pair already.”

“Viv, be nice to your brother,” Tegan spoke firmly to her daughter. But then she turned to her son and spoke more tenderly. “But remember sweetheart, graduation will be here before you know it. You two might end up pretty far away from each other after that. It would be a shame if you two lost touch or grew apart. Letting her know how much she means to you couldn’t hurt.”

Mason groaned and threw his head back. His family just really did not get his relationship with Yumi. The two of them were just friends. That friendship was deep and strong, and lifelong. But it was just platonic. There was no way Yumi had secretly been carrying a torch for him.

“That’s enough you two,” Rayen stepped in at this point. “His love life is his. Who he does and doesn’t date is up to him, not us.”

While he didn’t appreciate his Mamita’s implication that she agreed with the rest of his family, he did appreciate her stepping in. Being the only man in the house sometimes made Mason feel outnumbered. So a little help here and there was nice. He offered Rayen a grateful smile.

After that dinner was a little quieter. But it was over shortly after that.

The teen loaded his bowl and water glass into the dishwasher. Before retreating to his room and checking his phone. As expected, his mothers and sister were now registered by Luxuria. And he had been right. Yumi had sent him a few messages. Clearly, she still hoped they could hop into a game together. But after sleeping through most of the day, he hadn’t gotten the chance to do his homework.

He had a decision to make.