"The devil is alive them other girls can't compete with mine"

~Good Kisser (Usher)

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When night came, Aiden cleaned up after himself and turned off his games. As usual, he went up his mother’s room to check on her and since Ken didn’t text to tell him she ate it made more sense to go look. As soon as he got in the room he switched on the lights to see. His eyes almost popped out his head seeing how cuddled up the two women were.

“Does mummy like girls?” he asked himself as he scratched his head and neared the two. The closer he got the more the corners of his lips tilted up. He got a clear view of his mother’s face and when he saw the light smile playing on her lips, he felt good.

“Maybe she does.” He smiled and grabbed the duvet that was folded nearly to the foot of the bed. Unravelling it, he spread it over his mother and Ken. When they were both covered, he stretched over and kissed his mother’s cheek, he was hesitant for a moment but he did the same to Ken then left murmuring a thank you to the sleeping man.

***

At first Bernice thought Ken was wide away, but after calling out his name for a few moments and getting no answer she knew he was asleep. Fast asleep too. His arms wrapped around her still and he cuddled her protectively from behind with his nose nuzzled up in the croak of her neck.

But of course that wasn’t what had her thinking he was away, it was his lazy groping on her breasts and the massive hard-on pressed against her backside.

“Ken, wake up.” She tried softly.

It didn’t work, instead his fingers found her erect, pierced nipples and pinched them. Bernice’s cheeks flushed furiously at that with a moan leaving her throat, one thing about her breasts, their sensitivity would always be at their highest peak, whether horny or not. Then having a piece of metal running through them as she lactated didn’t help at all.

This reminded her of when Ken told her in the kitchen how he would grip unto her breasts so hard that she would lactate harder than she did without the manipulation. His close proximity, the husky whisper, the bold words, it all had turned her own. Now he held her in his sleep, most likely dreaming about ways to either get himself off or to please her as he held her.

“Miss White.” He groaned out low and sleepy in her ear.

Bernice didn’t fight it. Her hormones got excited for this, she wasn’t even sure what time it was, but she knew it was night probably in the AM seeing that sheets were pulled over her. Most likely because Aiden had entered the room and saw them without. He always did that around midnight. Her eyes widened at that thought of if he walked in on them right then and their.

Even so, she wondered what thoughts he had seeing his mother cuddled up with Ken who he thought was a woman like that.

“Ken, baby?” she tried again a bit louder then time, yet he still didn’t hear. His fingers pinched her nipples again and twisted having her colostrum leak out even more.

“Bomboclaat.” Bernice shook with an arch of her back, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Soon his hips began to move. Bernice could feel the full erection in his sweats grind against her ass, lifting her silk night to expose her full rear. She wasn’t sure if she should try stopping him at all at this point. As he light panted in her ear and still manipulated her leaking nipples, she felt extremely turned on by it all. It would’ve been perfect if he was aware of what he was doing, but this felt good to her. She felt special even.

He craved her so much that he dreamt of her so vividly in his sleep, she loved that and she felt he at least deserved a release for it. She didn’t move away to a better position to please him though. No, that would probably wake him up.

Instead, Bernice reached her hand behind her and slipped it into his bottoms. Her doe-ish eyes went round feeling the curve and strong veins his girth had. A girth her fingers could barely meet around. Her spine shivered and she heard his breath go ridged and shaky against her neck.

“Miss White feels so good.” He groaned out as an echoed thought, “so fucking good.”

His hips thrust forward into her grip and the man’s whole body shuddered. That felt a little too real for him and caused his eyes to fly open. Fingers sticky and palms full, he lightly tighter them just to make sure he knew what they were holding. When Bernice moaned out he was sure and released her.

“You’re a bad girl, Niecy.” He laughed feeling her grip on him not wavering, “I’m awake. You can let go now.”

Bernice pouted at that and released him. She then twisted her body to face him and pecked his lips, “good morning.”

“Good morning, Miss White.” He smiled as he looked down at her then brought his finger to his lips, licking away her breast milk from the tips.

This made Bernice smile and slowly reach her hand back into his sweatpants, “you’re so big.”

“If I gave it to you would it be the biggest you’ve ever had?” he licked his lips then lightly pecked her nose.

Nodding, she pulled him out and lightly began to stroke him, “have you ever been sucked off by an older woman before?”

“I’ve never been sucked off overall.” He admitted.

“Hold on.” She whispered about to roll out the bed, but Ken gripped her by the wrist and shook his head, “I’m fine. Let’s get you to the bathroom and cleaned up, yeah?”

“But you’re—”

“And I said no, Niecy.” He told her adjusting himself into his sweats then checking the time on his phone, “it’s about to hit one in the morning. We dosed off and you’re soaked in breast milk. Don’t think I missed that growl in your stomach either. You can’t live off sperm.”

“I can try?” she suggested about to reach her hand to his crotch.

Ken gave her a pointed look stopping her hand, he didn’t toss her hand away, instead he kissed the back of it then kissed her forehead as his groggy tone whispered, “you’re cute as hell right now, but no. Come on you must want to pee I’ll whip something for you to eat or do you want the pizza heated up?”

“Pizza, please.” She caves in and smiled softly at the tingle left in her fingers and on her forehead.

“Aiite, come on. Let me get you in the bathroom.”

***

“I’m going home.” Giovanni muttered as he scrabbled around for for the rest of his clothes.

Viola rolled her eyes, “why? She hasn’t called you to go. So you don’t need to.”

“That’s why I need to. Three days don’t pass without her nagging me to get home. This doesn’t feel right.” He babbled more to himself than to her. The moment he spotted his shirt he grabbed it up along with his keys then left.

***

“Are Giovanni’s clothes an okay fit?” Niecy asked as she bit into her pizza by the small kitchen island, “him kinda thick, so I tried finding the smallest of his older clothes that I didn’t throw out. I thought it would be funny to see him squeeze into them when he got back.”

“It’s good.” He told her smoothing his hands down the brown silk material and smiled when he saw the large pizza box was empty, she had the last slice in her hand, “I’m happy you ate it all.”

Niecy nodded as she tipped the bottle of ginger beer to her lips, “I’m happy you came. Thank you again.”

“No need. How about another foot rub until you fall asleep again?”

The thought of another foot rub had her toss her head back, “stop trying to spoil me.”

“It’s not spoiling if you deserve it, Miss White.” He clarified finding himself behind her and wrapping his arms around her, “how about another scenario?”

This took Niecy’s attention having her smile and relax in his hold as his lips grazed the skin behind her ear, “can you be my husband in this scenario too?”

“What else would I be? I couldn’t be a side piece. I’m already doing that in real life.”

Spinning around, Niecy dropped the half eaten slice back into the pizza box and slung her arms over his shoulders and behind his neck with a shake of her head, “no. If that’s the case, Gio could get in the house if he came right now.”

“Why couldn’t he come in?” Ken asked cocking his eyebrow, his hands gently groped the older woman’s soft ass.

Nibbling on her lip, she tipped on her toes as she pulled him in closer, “I had the locks changed. He can only get in the yard, but I’m not letting him in.”

“… are you going to divorce him?” he asked after a brief silence.

By the way Bernice spoke, it sounded as if that would be the plan, but Ken understood on his own little way if she wasn’t going to. There was just that part of him that wanted to know, a little clarification wouldn’t hurt anyone. Well, hopefully it wouldn’t.

Niecy got in thought about that. Was she planning on divorcing her husband? Would she truly be able to go through it when it came to the test? Maybe if she pulled for a divorce like last time he’d straighten up. But Ken came along, she liked Ken. She didn’t want to string him along if she would stay with her husband. Ken didn’t deserve to be threaded along to something that wouldn’t end well for him. He said it himself that he only saw himself getting hurt at the end of this, but he still cuddled with her, got her something to eat and made sure she got cleaned up.

It felt so good being in his arms like that. It reminded her of happier times. Ken was becoming her happy time.

“Miss White?” his smooth yet husky tone drew her from her thoughts once more.

“Huh?”

Ken laughed at himself, “of course… nothing.” He sighed with a hand cupping the side of the beauty’s face before him, “how about I get you back to bed and hold you until you fall asleep again?”

“Will you kiss me again?” she asked sweetly, tipping back to her toes.

Boom! Bam! Boom! The heavy knocks on the kitchen window pulled both of their attentions. Neither of them dared to pull away, not until it was realized that Giovanni was pink faced and the ones making the ruckus. Ken tried separating, but Niecy held unto him having his eyes snap to hers. She gave him a shake of the head, her eyes pleading for him not to let her go. When he proceed to hold her bulging waist, she felt a flutter in her stomach.

“Niecy, why the fuck are you holding her like that? And why the fuck are the locks changed!?” his gruff tone came partially muffled by the glass. He didn’t like seeing her with anyone in such compromising positions, yet he found himself in worst and remained blissful whilst his wife would hurt from simply thinking about such things, “let me in!” he demanded loud enough for his wife to hear.

She didn’t spare him even a glance as she kept her gaze with Ken’s brown eyes, “I asked you a question.”

“Refresh my memory.” He said genuinely not remembering what she had asked only moments ago.

Blowing out a small breath, she gently tugged his head down so her toes could rest and lightly feathers her nose over his, “will you kiss me, please? Kiss me right now and we can go back to bed.”

“Miss White, as much as I don’t like—”

“Please, Ken?” she pleaded. In that moment her eyes watered, she almost jumped hearing the window receive a heavy hit again, this time it sounded like a slap and the hold wedding band around her husband’s ginger clacker against the glass, “Niecy, don’t you fucking dare.”

“Please.” She whispered softly again, her lip grazing his, “he’s hurt me so fucking much. Give this to me.”

“Jesus Christ. Don’t cry.” He sighed seeing the tear escape her eye and licked it away. Ken wasn’t sure why the image of the scenario he ran by the other day popped up in his head, or why it gave him a rush that made him have a need to do it right then and there, but it came.

“Ken?”

Clearing his throat, he gripped her by the ass and surprisingly hoisted her to have her legs wrap around his torso, “you’re going to sit on this counter, okay?”

“Why?” she asked holding unto him securely whilst an arm braced against the island behind her.

Lifting her higher, he placed her rear-end unto the immobile furniture then went to lock the kitchen door and window. When he got back between her legs he gripped his fingers into hair curly hair and yanked her head back to expose her long neck.

Ken licked his tongue from the base front of Bernice’s neck then to the skin just beneath her earlobe for him to lowly whisper, “I’m gonna kiss you.” He informed her bringing her lips down to crash against his in a hard enough suck to have her moan into him. He suddenly pulled away and looked into her eyes, she panted lightly, breathless under his gaze and he smirked at that, “then I’m gonna add tongue.”

Before Bernice could make any response to that, Ken dove into her mouth, tongue first.

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