Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also I have an AO3 account so that's a thing.
Hunter stood in the living room. The sweat across his brows and abs cooling hm in the early morning air. He had the window open and a large glass of water in one hand. The eighteen year old had never had a run like that before, the very air seemed different. Thicker and richer. And the past two weeks that he had been in the human realm had simply increased his thoughts on the air.
He even felt like he was resting better. The bags under his eyes were starting to disappear. He was used to staying up for days and days until he collapsed. Mostly because he would be working that entire time. He wondered if that was true for all of the Hunter's before him?
A shifting noise came from behind him. He turned, bristling. He paused and stopped himself, he really was tired from his early morning workout if he was forgetting that he was in a safe environment and didn't need to worry about any random sneak attacks from enemies.
"You're certainly up early." Camila Noceda, forty year old mother of Luz, and adopted mother of Vee the Basilisk, stood in the doorway to the living room. She was wearing black sweat pants, a white short sleeved shirt and a green long sleeved knit shirt for warmth in the early morning Connecticut chill. Hunter grinned in response. Just a small one. He always felt good grinning here.
"Yeah. Willow and I had a early morning work out session and I'm just waiting to make sure she get's back soon." Hunter said. He patted his forehead and took another drink from his water.
"Where is she anyway?" Camila asked as she walked into the living room and stood next to him near the window. Breathing in and out. The leaves were changing and starting to fall. It was beautiful.
"Still on the run. She only goes half my route and wears ankle and wrist weights. So it takes her a little longer." Hunter responded. Camila glanced him up and down before resting a hand on her hip. She shook her head in amazement.
"You young people! Constantly amazes me! What she runs two miles in twenty pound weights?" Hunter chuckled before shaking his head.
"Try sixty pound weights in five miles." Hunter said with a smile. "She is honestly a monster. It's amazing how much she can lift." Hunter said with a light chuckle.
Camila grinned knowingly.
"You two are something else! The energy of youth!" She says before she gestures towards the kitchen. "Want some coffee? Breakfast? It's early and I think-" She paused and shook her head. The shower had begun and a squeak came downstairs. Along with some wet splashing and what sounded like...dancing...
"And Amity and Luz just got into the shower." Camila said in amusement. She shook her head again. "There goes all of the hot water."
"Every time. Every single day. Why do we let those two shower together? And first thing in the morning?" Hunter says as he followed after Camila into the next room. The kitchen was bright and the adrenaline and endorphins were really starting to get to him. Hunter blinked a couple of times, the sunlight was framing Camila in an amazing way, almost making her glow.
Hunter didn't know if he was going crazy or if he had just run too hard that morning but Camila...She looked good! More then that she looked great! Hunter was aware that she was an attractive woman. She wasn't too old, took good care of her body (She was a health care worker and was on her feet all day.) She had clear blemish free skin, a beautiful disarming smile, well maintained hair. Adorable wise eyes framed by glasses that caught sunlight in a fantastic way.
And most of all she had a absolutely mouth watering body. A real milf sort of figure. Full and soft. With not a hint of sag. Just slightly rounder then the average person. Tits that he had caught Amity staring at, and easily something to look forward to if Luz took after her mother's figure. They were like a pair of baby watermelons or overlarge pineapples. Her breasts were amazing, but her butt was what was catching his eyes right now. Firm and large. It wiggled side to side as she walked. Around thirty seven inches across. Full and firm. With a juicy little bounce in it. He wanted to touch it. Stroke it. Spank it. Tame it.
He shook his head. Wondering what had gotten into him. He knew plenty about sex and lust and desire. His uncle had told him that to think these things were a sin that would send him to a fire filled lake where he would burn for eternity. Then again his uncle was also a crazy witch killer and mass murderer from over four hundred years ago. So what did he know?
Camila was too beautiful to be a sin. Too gorgeous and warm and...maternal to be some sort of evil seductress. Hunter gulped and felt his ears tingle and burn from the blush moving up the back of his neck.
"Hunter? You alright honey?" Camila asked from where she stood next to the kitchen window. The early morning light was framing her face and cupping her neck like a hand, highlighting the curve of it. He wanted to kiss and suck on it and leave a long line of hickeys down it, he wanted to mark her as his.
"Yeah...I...just..." He said blushing and shifting uncomfortably in front of her. Trying to think up a good excuse. Some splashing and shushing came from above them in the bathroom. They looked at the ceiling before Camila walked over and put a hand to his forehead. Hunter paused and stiffened. Half worried that she had read his thoughts and was preparing to give him such a slap. Instead she frowned and tutted.
"Well you don't have a fever. You do seem tense though." She hooked her foot around the bottom leg of a chair and spun it around before offering it to the taller young man.
"Here. Sit." She gestured. Hunter stood for a few seconds, unsure what she was going to do. Camila smiled her calming smile, that sent a wave of warm familiarity and calm through the skittish young child solider. "I pomise you that it's okay. Sit down."
Hunter sat with his back to her. She shoved a cup of freshly brewed coffee into his hands and he took a sip. He then nearly dropped his cup when he felt a pair of hands rest on his shoulders and begin to knead the muscles there. He stiffened but her arms were strong and she kept him in place.
"You have a lot of knots." She grumbled as she began to work on his shoulders and neck. Hunter grunted before gasping. He felt like she was popping little bubbles of pain beneath his skin, entwined somewhere deep within his muscles and bones. She was reaching the very bottom of his pain and letting it blossom and then fade into nothingness!
He grunted and flinched. She shushed him and he felt all of the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. He felt an electric current arch through his entire body. An image suddenly blasted into his mind. Camila laid on her back on the table with him pounding his throbbing rock hard twelve inch erection deep inside of her. Her breasts bouncing. Eyes caught with his. Willow in a sexy green and white cheerleader outfit that shower off the pigtailed girls large bust and impressive arm muscles. Cheering at the best parts.
Hunter closed his eyes and slowly did breathing exercises. Four breaths in. Four breaths out. Over and over. Calming himself. Collecting himself. He wanted to act on it. But he knew he shouldn't...right? Should he?
"You really are a tense young man aren't you? Jeez teenagers and their poor work out routines. You know I don't think I've felt muscles this tight since my husband..."Camila trailed off. Hunter flinched again, this time for an entirely different reason.
"I'm sorry for making you think of him." Hunter said, instantly apologizing. Feeling terrible for the thoughts he just had. For the fact that he had just caused her...that sort of anguish. Camila looked at him in surprise and now it was her turn to blush and stutter in surprise.
"No! Hunter! No! It's fine! It was a few years ago! And it isn't your job to keep me from thinking about my dead husband! It's actually nice. I haven't gotten a chance to give or receive a massage in a long time." She said. Hunter stood up suddenly. She looked up at the lean yet muscle bound young man. She raised a confused eyebrow. Hunter offered her the chair.
"Please! Let me return the favor! I feel much better now!" He said with a grin. She looked at him in suprise before she took the offered chair. Hunter gripped his coffee cup and drained the hot brown liquid in one burning gulp. He shook his head before cracking his fingers. He put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub. He dug his thumbs in the same way that she jabbed her thumbs into his sore muscles.
Camila yelped and Hunter instantly paused. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"A little softer. I probably should have gone softer on your shoulders too. You were just so tense. And stiff. It was honestly sort of incredible." Hunter nodded as he rubbed his thumbs into her shoulders, small tight circles. Slowly and gradually going lower and sideways. Sometimes pausing and squeezing strongly. Camila sighed in delight and arched her back.
"That's actually really good! You're sure you've never done this before?" She teased him. Hunter gulped and flushed deeply. He cleared his throat.
"I think if you took off the sweater I could get into there a bit easier." Hunter said. He felt his entire body flushed, flushed with...something. Lust probably. He knew what lust was, he was no fool. He wanted to act on it. He needed to act on it. Camila looked up at him before shrugging out of the light white cover. She was now down to a crop top and her pants. Her pale brown shoulders were exposed. Hunter bit his knuckle for a brief moment before reaching out slowly.
He put a hand on her shoulder and began to rub. Slowly and gently. Softly. Pushing against her skin. She shivered in his touch.
"That actually feels really good Hunter." Camila said as she reached behind her head and pulled her hair into a loose bun. Hunter got a good long look at her neck. His fingertips brushed over it, gently, teasingly. As if he was trying to ease out some more heat from her muscles. Hunter pressed his crotch into the back of her wooden chair. He felt a grunt growing in his chest. He wanted to let out a triumpant long deep moan.
He held it back. It would be...improper...
The sound of wet giggling and shushing came from the upstairs bathroom, followed quickly by a yelp and then what sounded like a pair of people dancing the salsa. A brief scuffle and a crash. Camila closed her eyes and sighed.
"Well it sounds like the curtain rod fell again. Those two have got to stop showering together. It can't be good for us right? It can't be good for them either." Camila stood up and Hunter quickly stepped back, rearranging his penis where it rested in his running shorts so that the bulge wasn't that obvious.
"Well I should probably start cooking before everyone gets here...say want to give me a hand? Set out the fruit and I will teach you how to scramble some eggs." Camila said. She walked around him. Hunter felt his eyes travel up and down her figure. So curvy. So beautiful. Did he have a thing for full figured women? He knew that he constantly found himself staring at Willow's chest and butt whenever he was daydreaming.
She had caught him a few times but had only blushed and waved a hand in front of her face in a very adorable way. Hunter did what Camila asked. Putting out some diced fruit, a lot of juice and glasses and cutlery (There were an absurd number of them. Gus, Willow, Amity, Luz, Vee, himself and Camila. Sometimes the house seemed absurdly cramped)
"Okay. Come over here and watch this." Camila said as she cracked three eggs into a hot pan with plenty of butter. She began stirring the egg over itself, just letting it touch the pan for an instant. "Now you try."
She stepped aside and offered the pan to the young man. Hunter moved forward and gripped it critically. He didn't really...cook. In fact some days his Uncle had forgotten to feed him. Or let him out of his room.
But it was a good time to start! Hunter took the pan and the spatula and attacked it with his usual gusto. Camila watched for a few seconds before stepping behind him and gripping his wrists and pressing against him.
"Okay. Yeah, Aye Dio, you are bad at this." Camila chuckled before she began to stir with him. "See? Gentle. Soft even movements. Nothing fast. Nothing choppy. Just nice and even." Camila hummed into his ear as she stood on tip toes behind him. Hunter stared straight down. His erection was pressed painfully against the front of the stove. He was begging her. Begging her not to look down.
Her hands were warm and soft. She wore lotion and took good care of them. He could feel the heat radiating off of her.
"Like this?" He asked. His hands moved quickly and within a moment Camila found herself pressed against the stove. Hunter's hands over her wrists as he used her like a marionette to cook the meal. His chin rested on her shoulder as he stared down intensely.
She felt something warm and hot and hard as a piece of wood cushioned between her ass cheeks. She squeaked for a moment but didn't respond. She blinked a few times. He didn't seem to be doing anything...malicious. And out of all of her daughters friends Hunter was sort of...special. (Or at least even more emotionally traumatized and stunted compared to the others.)
"Yep! Perfect chico. But I think that you can do it without gripping my wrists like that." She said tactfully. Hunter released her. His ears burning a bright red.
"Sorry." He mumbled as he took his place by the stove and cooked up the rest of the egg carton. Then half of the next one. Which should be enough for Willow and Gus.
"Hunter. I don't want to embarrass you or anything." Camila began as she studied the stiff young man. "But are you-"
"We're out of hot water. Again." Gus said as he walked downstairs wearing some tight blue jeans and a sleeveless hoodie. He sat at the table and grabbed a piece of toast. "Amity and Luz used it all up. Also Vee isn't getting out of bed."
The front door banged open and Willow came panting in. Face bright red. Some sweat dripping down her sides. Her cheeks hot and flushed. She gripped the ankle weights she had on and eased them off. Wincing as she did so. Then with a click off came her wrist weights.
"Whoo! That was great! Nothing like a run in the morning to wake up to!" She said as she pulled off her sweat band. Hunter paused and gulped. He could smell her from here. She looked like she had just been in the middle of a long grudgby match. And he could feel his heart beat go up a few notches.
Both of them. This happened with both of them...was this right? Was this wrong? He didn't know. He wasn't sure...
"Okay. Of course." Camila said as Willow climbed the staircase, pushing to one side to let Amity and Luz scoot past. The two still had damp hair and were holding hands. Giggling sometimes and making goo goo eyes at each other.
"Okay. I'm going to wake up Vee. And tell Willow there's no hot water."
"That's fine, she likes it cold." Hunter said with casual assurance. Luz and Amity exchanged a smirk as they sat down across from him. Camila exited the room and walked up the staircase. Willow was hanging half off of the railing, she gave a little wave to the friends seated in the kitchen. Briefly letting her eyes stick to Hunter and giving him a longer wave then the others.
Hunter was convinced that his hair was going to catch on fire from all of his blushing. And from the way that Camila briefly rested her hand on Willow's bare shoulder as she went past.
He had a sudden vision. So jarring that it made him fumble his fork as it was halfway to his mouth. Eggs flying everywhere. What he saw was the two women, totally nude, kneeling on a bed and gazing down at him. Breasts heaving as they panted. Their glasses steamed up from the heat in the room. Their hands brushing against his bare thighs. Their lips parted and damp from kissing and spit. Daring him, begging him, goading him into touching Willow's large firm cantaloupe sized tits, or to cup and pull on Camila's large watermelon like breasts. Their ankles parked beneath their large firm juicy ass cheeks.
"Hey! Watch it!" Amity snapped as some egg slapped her right in the face. Luz leaned forwards and wiped it off with her napkin. Before leaning forwards and planting a quick kiss to her awesome girlfriend's cheek.
"What's up Hunty? You seem distracted." Luz said. She glanced where he had been staring at the staircase. A smirk crossing her face. "Oh wait...I think I figured it out."
"Never call me hunty...and...I've got a question for you guys..."
"Yes. Propose. Do it. She will say yes." Gus said. Immediately gripping his friend's wrist and squeezing. Hunter looked at Gus in surprise.
"Don't you want to hear the question?" He was actually a little pissed off, they seemed to act like they knew him too well. amity was glowering at him warningly.
"If you hurt her I hurt you."
"Look this isn't about-Is it right to date someone? When you have...feelings? And you know it will change just about everything for everyone involved. Even people that aren't the two of you...Is it right to-"
"Hunter. Dude. Go for it. You won't know until you try. Just remember that we've got your back one hundred percent of the way." Luz said as she shoveled a huge pile of steaming hot eggs into her mouth, gulped and then chugged some OJ.
Hunter blinked. It would be super bad to take advantage of this and then toss it back in their faces right? But then again...He really wanted to make love to Camila. And to Willow. He wanted them both! So badly!
Sure the realization was hard and sudden...But he was done asking for permission for stuff.
"So I should just go for it? Trust my instincts and be...forward?" Hunter asked. Luz snorted and waved her hand in response.
"You don't need my permission but if you are asking for it then yeah. Sure. Be forward. Honest open all that mushy stuff. Trust us she will love it. And I am a love expert after all." Luz said with confidence.
Gus rolled his eyes. Luz glowered at him before grinning and chuckling. "Okay okay. Point taken."
"Just go for it. Yeah. I think I will." Hunter mumbled to himself. Stroking his chin. The tip of his erection was pressed against the bottom of the table. He went back to his breakfast. A plan forming in his head.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. I don't mind being asked questions/suggestions but not really open for story requests at the moment. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also I have an AO3 account so that's a thing.