Chapter 178: Awkward Moments
Slurp!
Hannah withdrew, stroking his cock with one hand and picked up the bowl of cereal towards his cock.
"Hmmmmmm."
Click!
The next instant, the door pushed open revealing a stunned figure that had been listening for a while now.
Two minutes earlier...
"He’s back, maybe I should go and see him now and talk about it."
Deb muttered after a long night of running what she wanted to say repeatedly in her mind.
"We need to stop this..." she added, despite feeling greatly conflicted and even a little pissed.
Walking out of her room, she saw no one in sight and felt relieved.
Glancing at her satin pajamas, she adjusted the long-sleeve button-up shirt and suddenly paused with a hesitant expression, then glanced at her ample tits which had been packed in a black bra this morning. Biting her lips, she decided to unclasp three buttons of it and revealed her tempting cleavage. Exhaling, she glanced at the rest of her body and walked to Miles’ room.
"Slurp. Slurp. Hmmmmm. Hmmmmm. Arrrgh."
As she got to the door about to knock, Deb froze in place, her expression startled, and her eyes appearing dazed.
For a moment she blanked out but swiftly recovered.
Her ears perked, picking up the faint sound traversing through the house, and she leaned in closer.
’There is no mistaking it.’
She thought, her heart starting to beat faster as she listened. Recognizing the frequent groans to be Miles’, her mind raced with several thoughts and scenarios.
’Did he bring home his girlfriend?’
But no, she quickly eliminated the possibility because today was a Sunday morning, too early to do such things when everyone was home.
The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced because that left one clear possibility. Miles was fucking one of her sisters.
’Cassie? Josephine?’
Deb thought, shocked to the core, then an impromptu idea made her act. She stood straight and twisted the doorknob, and what she saw was something she never thought was possible.
The thick MILF frame of her mother, Hannah, kneeling between Miles’ legs with her two big, large melons out and her night robe on the floor.
Even more incredulous, she had one of her hands stroking Miles’ cock and the other moving a bowl of cereal to her face.
Under her shocked, trembling gaze, a web of cum shot off from Miles’ cock, splattering on Hannah’s cheeks shot after shot and dropping down into the bowl of cereal.
’Fuck.’
At this moment, Miles felt the bliss of his seeds shooting out multiply threefold, and he shot three extra shots, splattering it on Hannah’s hair.
"Arrrgh!"
Miles groaned in ecstasy, leaving the mother and daughter to stare at each other in shock.
Deb’s chest visibly rose and deflated as she struggled to believe the sight before her.
Who would have thought the person inside the room to be her own mother.
Deb swallowed hard, said nothing, and closed the door the same way she opened it.
"Deb..."
Hannah muttered, wanting to reach out a hand towards her daughter, but the two were occupied.
Hannah stared at the door, her eyes shining a troubled gleam within them as she contemplated on how to go about this.
However, Miles didn’t care, feeling incredibly thrilled with a rush of adrenaline. His lips formed a villainous smile as he stared at Hannah, who was still holding onto his deflating cock with her head turned towards the door.
"Mom."
He called and reached out his hand to grab her head, tilting it towards him.
"Your milk is ready. Clean it up." He motioned at his receding cock which rested on her bowl, dipping in it a bit.
Though stunned by this calmness, Hannah swiftly recovered with a smile and didn’t say anything.
She stroked the limp meat and popped it inside her mouth.
Sucking it like a popsicle, she rolled her tongue and licked every drop of his cum before raising her head to meet his content gaze.
Slurp!
With one last suck, she let go and glanced at the bowl, her eyes lighting up as she saw his thick semen inside.
"Now let’s see."
Using the spoon to twirl the cereal, she scooped a spoonful and placed it inside her mouth.
Due to the fact that it had been soaked for long, there was no crunch sound. Hannah’s chin moved in rhythm, eyes closed for a moment as she inhaled.
"Mmmmmmm." She hummed.
"This tastes better."
She licked the cum with milk spread across her lips and raised a thumbs up at his dick.
"Enjoy."
Miles grinned.
Hannah nodded, scooping another spoonful.
"Oh, you’ve got some on your hair."
Miles reminded her, leaning to grab her robe with the intent to wipe the cum off, but Hannah stopped him and used the spoon to scrape it off, mixing it into the bowl.
"Also here..."
Miles held the hem of her top and pulled it down to cover her tits before putting on his boxers.
They didn’t say much after that. Hannah patted his shoulder and left the room without picking up her robe.
"Well..."
Staring at the screen, he suddenly grinned.
"I wonder how they are going to resolve it and the look on Hannah’s face when she knows I have been fucking Deb.
Damn, it’s so fulfilling."
Feeling reinvigorated, Miles began a new search on the Brick House Crew, the underdogs that dared come after his life. While at it, he also kept tabs on Kelvin’s location by sending a threatening message.
30 minutes later...
At the dining table.
Dishes of biscuits and gravy sat steaming in the center of the table, spreading a rich and yummy buttery aroma across the room, alongside the savory scent of warm sausage and pepper.
However, the usually lively dining table was strangely awkward as everyone sat, each bearing their own thoughts over what had happened hours ago. Except for Miles, the cause of it.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm."
Taking a dramatic inhale of the aroma, Miles showed a pleased look. Turning to Cassie and Josephine, who avoided his gaze a little:
"Have you two ever considered being a chef? I think you should go for a career change. People will definitely spend to have beauties cook for them."
He grinned, breaking the awkwardness as the two girls joined against him.
Cassie hit him with a spoon and Josephine retorted verbally.
"You should serve as an example and pay for the cooking right now. Five hundred bucks."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed a biscuit.
"What the fuck. Since I brought up the business idea, then I’ll probably be your manager. You can’t charge me for this."
Miles joked, causing her to roll her eyes dismissively.
"Idiot."
She hissed.
"Deb? No gym today? I was hoping to tag along, you know."
Hearing his words, Deb, who was staring at her food trying not to make eye contact with Josephine and Hannah, bloomed a smile.
"Do you? Today is a rest day, but if you want, we can go after this."
"No thanks. I am hoping to retain this breakfast in my stomach till it’s converted to waste."
Miles shook his head, not harboring the thought of gymming.
"Hehehe, look at those muscles."
Hannah interjected, reaching her hand towards his arm to feel it.
"Huh, mom, that reminds me. I happened to bump into the new neighbor yesterday."
The moment he mentioned it, everyone’s attention perked.
"You did?"
Hannah asked, and Miles nodded in response.
"Quick, tell us. What are they like?"
To his side, Cassie impatiently asked, stuffing her mouth with the biscuit and gravy.
"Well, they were pretty interesting. A woman and her daughter who is of age, but you can easily mistake them as siblings."
Hearing his high appraisal, the girls were a bit stunned and listened more attentively as he went on to narrate his encounter.
"Oh right, they are so Mexican—or no, Arabian. It’s hard to tell. Each stunning. The daughter was recently transferred to my class, so we are kind of classmates too.
I think they are Mr. Marcus’s abandoned family or something. She was riding his car when I saw them."
When they heard this, everyone appeared visibly surprised, knowing the old playboy would never let anyone ride it.
"From my guess, I think they kind of inherited everything he owned and we won’t be seeing Mr. Marcus anytime soon.
Also, she asked me to help her pull strings and connect her with the neighborhood since everyone is so introverted. But I refused, and offered to welcome her today instead. Mom."
Miles added, shifting his gaze to Hannah for confirmation.
"That’s quite a story. I never knew Mr. Marcus would let one slip in," she joked. "But since you’ve accepted, there’s no problem, after all you’re the man of the house."
She teased.
Ding Ding! Ding!
Just then, the doorbell, which rarely ever made a sound, reverberated through the house, causing everyone to freeze as silence descended.
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