"You're not my boyfriend, Matty. I Love you, and I know you Love me, but... we're not romantic like that. Maybe someday we will be, but not yet. I've spent more than two years sharing you with those girls, sharing everything about you. I never got jealous watching them give you blowjobs or rub their tits into your face, and I really don't think

I'm going to get jealous of them fucking you. I mean, just thinking about it right now turns me on, actually. Like that whole thing we were doing earlier, with you fondling me while telling me what it was Like to fuck the shit out of Sam? That was SUPER exciting. I can totally see myself masturbating while watching you plowing into Neevie or Zofi or... WOW... You know, now that I think about it, I'd REALLY like to see you taking Mari‘s virginity."

I started chuckling and shook my head.

“Never thought I'd hear those words coming out of your mouth."

Belle grinned at me and leaned over to pet the bulge in my pants. And in a low voice full of need, she husked, “Can you keep quiet?"

"Seriously?" I asked. Only minutes ago, my dick had been in Sam's mouth, and now Belle was pawing at my crotch. And Mother was STILL downstairs.

Belle's eyes glittered.

“I need to taste you right now.”

Mother was still in the living room when I walked Belle to the front door. My little pixie looked like she wanted to kiss me goodbye, but she couldn't do it with Mother in view. So she settled for a warm hug and a quick peck on the cheek, and she waved as she headed out for the short walk back to her own house.

After I closed the door, I turned around to head back up to my room.

But Mother's voice followed after me.

“Are you using protection?"

I stopped dead in my tracks, took a step backwards, and turned to face her.

“Excuse me?"

Mother smiled thinly with her don't-fuck-with-me expression. "I think you heard me."

I gestured in confusion.

“We were just talking.”

“Tonight you were just talking... perhaps..." Mother's eyebrows went up, expressing her skepticism. I mean, did Belle have stray globs of cum on her lips or something? But she continued by asking, “Earlier this afternoon, however, were you using protection then?"

I was more confused trying to figure out how Mother knew what was going on with such accuracy. Did she plant a camera in my room or something?

“What makes you think Belle and I had sex? She was fucking pissed at me when we walked in, enough that you immediately volunteered to go out and give us some privacy."

“She's obviously not ‘fucking pissed' at you anymore. In fact, she looks quite adoringly at you now," Mother stated evenly.

“And more to the point, that petite young woman is walking like she got stretched for the first time a few hours ago."

I blinked in surprise at her observation and frowned. "Oh. Uh... you can tell that?"

Mother smiled thinly again.

“I asked you simple question, Matthew.”