Alex stood in the hallway a few seconds after the bedroom door clicked shut, the faint echo of his mom and auntie chatting in the kitchen reached his ears.
He had put up some fresh clothes and asked Liza to clean up the messy room a bit. His body still buzzed with leftover power, muscles thicker and harder than yesterday, veins faintly visible under his skin.
He ran a hand through his tousled black hair, red eyes glinting in the dim light.
Mom had almost caught them. But fortunately Leila played it off.
He paused before stepping forward, remembering mom's earlier peek-in comment about not finding him on the couch. He quickly came up with excuses in his head. "I went early for a jog and breathed some fresh air, right?"
He stepped into the kitchen casual, like nothing had happened.
The smell hit first. fresh coffee brewing strong and bitter, sizzling bacon popping in the pan, butter melting on golden toast. Mom's cooking is always the best.
Warm sunlight poured through the kitchen window, bouncing off the white tiles and the steam rising from Mom's mug on the table.
His mother sat at the small round table, still in her soft pajamas, hair messy in a cute way, smiling wide when she saw him.
Leila was already perched opposite, fresh from a quick shower, dark hair still damp and tamed into loose waves that clung to her neck and shoulders, a few stray strands dripping tiny beads of water down her collarbone.
Her skin glowed clean and flushed from the hot water and leftover embarrassment, floral body wash mixing with the kitchen smells, but underneath it all, Alex could still catch the faint, secret trace of his cum, clinging to her like a hidden signature.
She kept his black shirt on even after the shower.
It hung loose on her, sleeves rolled messily to her elbows, top three buttons undone so deep cleavage spilled out obscenely, the thin cotton clinging to her still-damp skin and outlining the heavy, rounded curves of her tits perfectly.
Her nipples poked faintly through the fabric—hard from the cool air and the memory of his mouth, every tiny movement making her breasts shift and jiggle under the shirt.
She'd paired it with her own tight comfy shorts. Grey cotton ones that barely covered her ass cheeks when she sat, riding up as she crossed her legs shyly, the hem digging into soft flesh and leaving faint red lines.
Every time she shifted in the chair, the bottom of her ass peeked out, plump, soft, and marked with faint red handprints from last night, jiggling slightly when she adjusted her position.
Her face was still flushed, cheeks pink and glowing, green eyes darting down to her coffee mug the second he walked in, avoiding his gaze like it burned.
She fidgeted with the mug handle, fingers trembling faintly, trying to look composed while her body screamed the truth: freshly fucked, still full of him, still aching from how rough he'd gone.
Mom spotted him first, smiling warm and proud.
"There you are, Alex! Where were you? I checked the couch this morning"
Leila's fingers tightened on her mug, blush deepening instantly to a deep crimson that spread down her neck and across her exposed collarbone.
She kept her eyes glued to her plate, biting her lip harder, trying to act normal while her pussy clenched at the sound of his voice. Her mature composed personality haven't come back yet.
The shame of sleeping with her friend's son was still there.
Alex rubbed the back of his head to the mom's question, sheepish smile easy and practiced.
"Oh yeah—woke up early for a jog. I needed fresh air to clear my head."
His tried to keep his voice calm and casual. He couldn't say he was laying under his auntie Leila, her soft big ass almost on his face.
Mom bought it instantly and nodded. That was normal as she looked at how huge her boy was getting.
"Ah! No wonder you are growing so big and strong... But you have to eat well. Come sit and have breakfast, sweetie!" She patted the chair next to her eagerly.
He slid in obedient, chair scraping softly against the wooden floor.
The table was small, his knee brushed Leila's under it the second he sat.
She jumped slightly, thighs squeezing tighter, a tiny gasp slipping out before she covered it with a cough, her bare thigh grazed his pants, soft and warm, still shaky from being used so hard last night.
The contact sent a fresh jolt through her, pussy clenching hard enough to push out another warm dribble of cum that soaked deeper into her panties.
She bit her lip harder, trying to look mature and composed.
"S-good morning, Alex… J-Jogging is always the best in the early morning..."
Voice husky-shy, controlled, focusing on her plate to forget the creampies he'd pumped into her all night, cheeks burning hotter every time their eyes almost met.
But their breakfast time flowed almost normally. Leila was slowly getting back to her normal state and he was getting used to the fact she was no longer his auntie.
Mom was just happy the house was lively, chattering about neighborhood gossip, and how the neighbor's dog barked all night again. Leila nodded politely "Mhm, crazy..." stealing quick glances at his thicker arms flexing as he lifted his spoon, blush fighting to stay hidden.
Alex stayed quiet, observant, and engaging from time to time. His mind was roaming around. A moment, recalling the hot night with his auntie and the next second his mind drifts back to Alice and the video tap Janeth took of them.
His cock twitched faintly under the table as he remembered Alice on her knees behind the restroom's building. Perhaps he needed his puppy's help to restore more powers for the succubus.
Plates cleared, coffee refilled, light laughter filled the kitchen.
But then boredom hit.
Dishes done, Alex stretched standing, nothing planned. Sunday morning, no classes, everyone busy, and his part-time store shift off.
But as he stood there, glancing at the auntie wiping the kitchen counter, voluptuous ass jiggling with her movements, his shirt barely hid the soft rounded cheeks.
It hit him then.
His wardrobe was emptying because of his girls... Alice had swiped his favorite hoodie, gave Anna a t-shirt, and Leila now wearing his black shirt with the clear intention of keeping it… his closet was getting bare.
Mom waved from the sink. "Plans today?"
He shrugged casual. Before all he did was read books in his room on Sundays, but now it temporarily belonged to his auntie.
"Stroll out, maybe grab new clothes. It's been a while." He smiled gently as his pointed at his shirt and winked at Leila subtle. She blushed, tugging the shirt hem down to hide her thighs, green eyes flicking to him sweet and guilty.
He grabbed his wallet, that was getting filled by Liza's magic money, and he headed for the door. "Back later."
Leila's eyes followed him, a shy farewell glance, and a soft voice. "Have fun…"
Door shut behind him.
Sunday morning air crisp, sun low and pale.
He strolled toward the mall, hands in pockets, no real plan except replacing some of his "stolen" clothes. He had no fashion sense, just took whatever seemed to fit well on him.
And being an outcast and a loner before, he either shopped alone or with his mom's help.
The shopping mall buzzed light mid-morning. Families pushing strollers, pop music faint overhead, clothing stores lining the wide walkway.
Alex wandered casual, eyes scanning racks as he headed toward the clothing section.
He weaved through the crowd, passing a few jewelry stands and perfume counters, the air thick with mixed scents, sweet vanilla, sharp citrus, faint leather from new bags. When he turned a corner near the clothing section entrance.
And froze.
A familiar figure stood alone near the gift shop area right before the clothing stores.
Lily.
Long orange hair slightly messy and tousled like she'd rushed out of bed, striking orange eyes scanning the gift items confused and overwhelmed.
She was dressed casual unlike her usual tidy uniform. A tiny denim shorts hugging her juicy thighs thick and smooth, exposing them fully from the front where they rubbed together subtle when she shifted; a basic cropped shirt clung to her small perky tits, paired with an open black jacket slung loose over top, flapping open to flash thigh curves and the perfect peach curve of her ass teasingly as she turned.
Not her usual style, but just felt right on her. Probably just like he felt when he looked at himself. But the messy charm shone through, her pretty orange hair catching light wild and bright.
Their eyes locked— silent, heavy.
His red eyes gazed calm-predatory, sizing her up slowly, before showing an annoying smirk on his face, teasing her from afar.
Hers remained sharp-stingy but a blush crept her soft cheeks instantly. She was caught off-guard by his appearance.
Lily approached first, arms crossed defensive over her small chest, steps hesitant but her usual attitude was still alive, yet as she neared, one hand flew up constantly fixing her tousled orange hair, twirling strands behind her ear, smoothing flyaways cutely despite the fake angry annoyed glare.
Clearly trying to pretty-up now that she'd seen him. A blush deepening fire on pale skin, as her lips parted to let out harsh words.
"Tch, it's you again! What are you even doing here, wandering like a pervert?"
Her voice was too sweet but laced sharp, eyes flicking his thicker muscles, then involuntarily down to his crotch. She couldn't ignore the faint bulge in his grey sweat pants. Her juicy thighs rubbed themselves nervous under the open jacket flap, petite frame shifting awkwardly-cute.
Alex smiled naturally without showing any reaction to her closeness. Although she was behaving and speaking rude and stingy, her short figure stood a few inches from him, as if she was trying to feel the sweet warmth radiating off his body.
"Shopping. Clothes mostly—girls keep stealing mine. You?" He let out an over-exaggerated sigh to which she reacted to with a frown.
She huffed sharp, a bit bitter jealousy clouded her face, but some panic showed on her face as she glanced at the gift shops overwhelmed.
"Hmph... Pervert... But, I can use your help! Erin's birthday is tomorrow and I can't find anything suitable for her. Help me out, perv"
Silence hung tense, Lily's orange eyes darting expectant and pleading under her usual tsundere glare, her juicy thighs shifting awkward under jacket flap, one hand still fiddling hair cute-nervous.
Alex looked at the gift shops on his side before turning back to the petite sour girl in front of him, sizing her body up and down. He nodded with a smile, Lily was going to help out a lot with his "plans".
Sundays weren't meant to be boring.