Mom Got Angry (5)
“Hngh... hng...”
I almost came.
When she was stomping on me like a fucking maniac riding a motorcycle, I really thought I was done for and about to blow my load, but somehow I held out.
Lilith must've had no intention of going that far, since she stopped just in time, saving my ass.
I caught my breath and looked up at her.
“Someday... I'll get my revenge...”
She smirked at my words.
“Yeah, yeah. I hope that day comes soon. Then I can finally retire.”
Fuck.
Thinking about it, Lilith wanted nothing more than for me to grow strong enough to take over for her.
If I got powerful enough to get revenge on her, she'd probably see that as a win too.
Goddamn it.
Someday, I wanted to make that bitch cry out from my cock.
“Anyway... it's clear you've got a Gift. I don't know exactly what it is yet, but it's definitely something that affects the mind strong enough to break my half-cast illusion. Not sure if that's all or if there's more, though.”
“Is that good?”
“Can't be bad. If you can break free from my illusion on your own, you're basically immune to most shit. There aren't many at my level anyway. But the condition...”
“What a fucking retard,” she muttered again before continuing.
“We'll need a detailed scan to know for sure, but yeah. That's a Gift alright.”
Me, a Gift holder.
“Oh...”
“Not thrilled?”
“Nah, it only activates when I'm hard, and it's mental immunity? What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”
Sure, it'd saved me twice from that satyros bitch's pheromones, but how often does that shit even happen in the world?
Lilith looked at me and said,
“If you feel weird, just jerk off or something.”
“...And if it's nothing?”
“Then you just look like a freak who suddenly starts wanking.”
Fuck, better not unless I'm sure.
“Anyway, now that that's settled, don't go to work tomorrow. Come with me somewhere.”
“Where?”
“We gotta figure out exactly what this Gift does, right? I took a closer look, and mana was gathering in your dick only when you were erect. Wasn't like that at first, so it must've manifested recently. Either way, we need to check it out.”
Mana gathering in my dick.
Well, since the Gift only activates when I'm hard, that made sense.
But why?
She sighed, seeing my confusion.
“...You know how Gifts can cause physical changes when they manifest, right? Yours is in your dick.”
Physical change.
In my dick.
Mommy.
I'm fucked.
“Can't we go right now?”
Before my dick turns into something weird.
What if it glitches out and starts spurting something other than cum? I'd want to kill myself that day.
Lilith replied,
“What good would that do? Nowhere's open this late anyway.”
“Yeah, true.”
It was already way past evening—too late to head out.
“So, tomorrow, come with me. I'll drop by some old contacts too.”
Old contacts?
“They one of the 22 heroes or something?”
“Nah, nothing like that. Don't worry.”
Hell, if they were one of the 22 heroes, it'd be great for networking.
Connections are always better the more you have.
Especially someone like that—even retired, they'd get recognized anywhere.
“Anyway, see you tomorrow.”
“Huh? You're not staying over?”
I figured she would, like always. She'd drunk a good amount of beer too, her face all flushed. She loved booze but couldn't hold it well, which made me worry a bit.
So I said,
“Just crash here.”
“...”
She stared at me before speaking.
“How can I trust you?”
“Huh?”
“Yeah? How can I sleep over with a pervert whose head's full of thoughts about fucking me?”
“No.”
She was still hung up on that?
“You crash here fine all the time. Why would I jump my own mom?”
“Who knows. Hell, for all I know, you've been up to shit while I sleep. This is your second offense. First the panties, now...”
Hmm.
If I were her, I wouldn't trust my ass either. If I were Lilith, I sure as hell wouldn't sleep next to a creep like me.
Logically, I got it, but it still stung that she didn't trust me.
She saw my face and said,
“...Kidding. I've got people to see, can't just crash like this. Gotta change too. See you tomorrow.”
“Ah...”
Fair enough.
Whoever she was meeting, she was in comfy tracksuit mode right now—fine by me, but not exactly presentable for outsiders.
“Anyway, clean up and hit the sack early. Don't stay up doing weird shit and sleep in.”
“Weird shit?”
“No jerking off thinking about earlier. Just sleep like a good boy.”
No.
How'd she know?
“...Perverted fuck. Tired my ass. Anyway, tomorrow.”
“Yeah, see you.”
She waved and left.
Suddenly, the apartment felt huge with just me.
Nothing had changed.
“Ah, dishes.”
Cake plates, forks, empty beer cans everywhere.
Fucking annoying...
But it wasn't much, so I powered through, then flopped on the bed.
Was my bed always this big?
Felt like forever since I'd slept here properly.
Even on days off, or workdays, she'd hog it, pounding beers till she passed out. I'd end up on the floor.
And it smelled nice...
Sweet scent on the sheets. I sniffed.
“...”
Flash of the illusion-Lilith from moments ago. My dick twitched, trying to rise.
Should I bust one and sleep? Nah.
I stretched out on the too-big bed.
“Nah, same size.”
Arms out hit the edges. Normal.
Why'd it feel spacious?
Shrugging it off, I drifted to sleep.
“Hoo...”
Back home, Lilith sighed.
Heat lingered in that breath, flushing her cheeks.
Fanning her face, she muttered,
“She didn't notice, right?”
He wasn't a werebeast, no special senses—just a human. No way. But still...
“...She really didn't notice?”
Guy was sharp in weird ways.
And he'd told her to stay.
What if he knew and was scheming?
Nah, impossible.
He wasn't that slimy. Forgave the bitch who beat him, total pushover.
She crashed at his place plenty anyway—passed out drunk, more like.
Today's beer binge was just an excuse to crash.
Had to be.
Right?
“...Fuck. She didn't notice.”
Yeah.
He couldn't have that ability.
Or used to not.
At first, just a decent guy with a big dick and stamina—nothing special.
Then bam, full-erection Gift, shattering her illusion.
No longer powerless.
Fine, that happens.
Condition sucked, but conditional Gifts are usually OP. Mental immunity fit.
But.
She slipped off her tracksuit. Soaked panties.
Her own juices. She yanked them off.
Nothing grosser than wet undies.
“Mommy...”
Her pussy was worse.
Obviously soaked, but...
“Fuck, what kinda Gift is this?”
She bit her nail, thinking of it.
Not just immunity—when it activated fully erect, his presence shifted.
Taller, manlier. Handsomer, somehow.
Not ugly before, but average. Now? Striking.
And that scent—like satyros pheromones.
Not fruity sweet, but...
Sniffed it once, mind fogged, reason faded.
Arousal trigger.
Even affected her.
Shook it off quick, but panties drowned.
“Because it's dick-based? Or from that satyros he fucked? Level Drain absorption? Or synergy with the one I gave him?”
Could be the dick manifestation, or absorbed satyros trait via Level Drain.
His didn't have that originally, but still Level Drain.
Succubus version absorbs abilities—derivative might too.
Or combo effect.
Whatever, not all good.
Gifts weren't pure boons.
Great power, great price.
But definitely...
“He'll grow way faster than expected...”
Unknown type, but mastered? Perfect for a Dispenser.
Made even her horny instantly—who else could resist? Horny clients already seeking dispensers? None.
Thought three years min; maybe sooner.
If crazy bitches don't kill him first.
“...”
When that day comes.
“Eh, fuck it. Shower and sleep.”
Shaking off weird thoughts, she headed to the bath, juices trailing down her thighs.