Letting my control over my clone lapse as Derek starts to help Scott use his new abilities, while I go ahead and start perusing my fridge, finding some nice big fat looking steaks and wouldn't you know there's six of them, a dozen fresh ears of sweet corn, which are lucky shucked already, and around a pounds worth of , that immediate stand out to me.
'Where would the potatoes be kept? Pantry…maybe.' I think and walk over to the pantry finding the potatoes.
"The potatoes be like, we are not, the potatoes you are looking for." I joke and pull one of two bags from the floor of the pantry, setting the bag on the counter I grab out a sharp knife from the silverware drawer, and begin peeling the potatoes, turning towards the sink once one is peeled to rinse off the blade and raw meat of the potatoes.
Reaching up, grabbing a pot, setting it down on the counter, cutting the potato into smaller pieces so that it cooks faster.
I fall into the zone, by the time I'm done there are four steaks cooked to medium rare, two to done, cheesy lobster potatoes and a side of esparragos in a garlic and butter herb sauce.
Checking on my clone I see that he's carrying Scott over his shoulder and chatting with Derek about certain aspects of being a werewolf, 'Huh, seems Derek is a lot more welcoming to companionship than he was in the show.' As they reach the Hale house I have my clone lay Scott down on the porch and open a doorway for me.
"What, the heck are you?! When I look into your eyes it's like I'm staring into…oblivion, you hit harder than a werewolf, you're fast, strong, durable-" Derek expresses like he's starting to think I might be the alpha.
"I'm a Grimm…with some gifts left behind by my mother."
"G-Grimm…you're the boogyman, Laura, and Uncle Peter used to tease me with?" Derek asks disbelievingly.
"Guess so, I'm pretty new…I've only been a Grimm for about as long as Scott has been a werewolf…"
"You guys were supposed to have died out…does that mean Vampires still exist too?"
"Don't know…don't particularly care either, anyways I figured I'd offer you dinner, so here you go." I say and offer Derek the steaming plate of food.
"Thanks…Stiles…"
"No problem Derek, I better get Scott home…though his mom shouldn't be home for another four to five hours..you and I both kicked the shit out of him."
"Right…start hunting the alpha together tomorrow?"
"Sure."
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Melissa pov
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Swallowing thickly as I hear Stiles's Jeep pull up out front of my house, my pussy feels so raw from playing with it all day while thinking about Stiles…fantasizing about him and what he'd do to me…what I'd do for him…to him.
'My panties, my thighs are soaked and sticky…and I just can't get myself off…I should put something on to tease Stiles…' I think as I get off the couch…leaving the damp bath towel behind.
As I run upstairs, throw off my ratty sweater, grab my sad little boobs, still perky…just small, 'Stiles…probably likes large breasts, his mom had some big tits…' I think and dig through my closet for my black see through baby doll nightie, a thrill runs through me as the thin material settles against my skin, moving to my dresser grabbing out my most expensive and sexy thong a little high leg lacey thing when rose patterns.
Hearing Stiles's car door open and shut, I quickly muss up my hair before sprinting downstairs. 'That thing is a piece of junk, Noah should really buy him something safer and more reliable.'
Swallowing thickly as I hear Stiles's feet thumping against my porch, hearing his key sliding into my door makes me wetter than I've been all day.
'God, why am I so horny...it hasn't been that long just a couple of years before mine and Rafael's divorce...which...was seven years ago..'
The first thing I notice isn't my son being carried slung over Stiles's shoulder but the way his beautiful blue eyes flash with desire as soon as he sees me, his big, fat, young cock tenting in his pants.
Then it hits me Scott is passed out and being carried…BY STILES, he isn't weak but he isn't strong enough to carr- 'He carried me to bed last night…' I feel a new flare of heat rush through me at the phantom touch of his hands on my ass and the heat of his hardness pressed against my mound.
I start to ask if Scott is okay but Stiles smiles at me and I feel myself swooning, 'He's really becoming a handsome man…I bet he'll make beautiful babies…Oh my God Melissa, don't think about babies and Stiles in the same sentence.' but it's already too late, I always wanted more kids after Scott, but Rafael wasn't interested.
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"He's fine, he pushed himself extra hard at practice and then ever further with extra training…" I comfort Melissa who is dressed to seduce and get fucked.
'No bra, see through baby doll, sexy thong.'
'Damn, did one little massage and an orgasm…really drive her this far?' I wonder while kicking off my shoes, Melissa walks over and takes Scott's shoes off.
Carrying Scott upstairs, I set him down gently on his bed, and turn around shutting his door behind me, Melissa is standing there leaning against the banister biting her bottom lip.
My mouth goes dry, I move closer, place my hands on Melissa's hips, and turn us so that Melissa is facing the wall, using my body I press her up against the wall, "Stiles." Melissa gasps even as she pushes her ass back into my groin, I slide my hands up and down her body feeling her up while kissing her neck and teasing her ears with my teeth.
"Oh, Stiles, we can't, it's wrong." Melissa's words say one thing but the way she's grinding her ass against me, says another.
"Shut up and kiss me." I growl low and deep in my chest slowly turning Melissa's pleasure dial two notches above normal.
Melissa turns her head and I capture her lips there was not resistance or reluctance the kiss is full of passion and desperation, probably from years of neglect and repressment of her sexual needs and desires.
Breaking the kiss I move to her neck and suck on it hard before teasing to with my teeth, while grabbing hold of her breasts with both hands.
"OHhh!" Melissa's moan is loud and free, while her hands reach around and push down my sweatpants freeing my cock, her hands give it a few strokes, before she's trying to pull her panties aside and line me up with her steamy slit.
I step back and spin Melissa around, pressing her back against the wall, pressing my knees between her soft motherly thighs.
'She's fucking drenched...'
"Stiles..." Melissa's plea is obvious, but I want her to say it.
"Say it, say it mommy Melissa, tell me you want your adopted son's thick fat cock to pound your neglected beautiful pussy.
"Stiles." Melissa's whimper is full of uncertainty and need.
Reaching up and grabbing her face harshly but not hard enough to actually hurt her.
"Say it."