There was nothing but silence in the air as he stood there like an idiot, stretching his arms toward the sky like he was trying to grab a titty-shaped cloud and beg the gods to hand him a harem.
He stretched up like a kid, eyes squeezed shut, actually imagining that the moment he opened them, he'd be surrounded by thick-thighed beauties who could crack his skull between their legs and tits so big he could drown in their cleavage and play hide and seek in them.
"What the hell was I even thinking?" he muttered in shame, dropping his arms instantly. He looked around fast to make sure nobody saw his moment of lobotomy.
"Hey, big brother, what were you doing just now?" A snot-nosed voice behind him as he saw the whole ordeal happening.
'Ah, fuck.' His face went red as he turned to see a brat barely eight years old staring at him like he'd caught him jerking off in public. Well, Arthur did what he excels at which was to make shit up and lie.
He facepalmed and said, "I was wishing for something. I heard if you pray like this today, it'll actually come true."
He spewed the bullshit without blinking. He formed this lie within a second without any other thought in his mind.
"Really?" the kid asked, eyes sparkling like he'd just seen the God.
"I don't know, but there's no harm in trying," Arthur said, trying not to look like the clown he was.
"I'll wish for something too!" The kid threw his arms up and closed his eyes.
Arthur watched him for a second, and a small smile slipped out. Dumb, innocent, clueless—it badly reminded of himself when he used to be a kid. He was also carefree and worriless like him but now it was completly opposite everyday was just another bad day which would get wrose by the end of it.
The kid finally dropped his arms and opened his mouth. "I wished for—"
"Don't say it out loud. If you tell people, it'll get jinxed," Arthur cut in immediately. Superstitions were stupid, but he still believed half of them like a hypocrite.
"Anyway, where are your parents? It's already night, you shouldn't be alone," Arthur asked, realizing the kid was just wandering around a mostly empty park.
"She's here—huh? Where's Mom?!" The kid suddenly panicked as reality hit.
"Hey, calm down. No need for tears," Arthur said, awkward as hell but trying his best not to let the brat explode into screams.
He patted the kid's head, hoping that was something adults did. "Good kid. Since you came with your mom, she's probably looking for you. Let's just sit and wait."
The kid nodded and sat with him on the bench.
"Ken! Son! Where are you!?" a woman's voice called out, sharp with panic.
"Mom!" the kid yelled back.
Arthur stood up casually and turned—
And froze.
Holy. Fuck.
The woman coming toward them wasn't just a mom. She was succubus in human form with wide pelvic bone which was hailed best for fertility. Late thirties, maybe early forties, but her body didn't give a damn about numbers it was a Maturely young body.
She wore tight jeans that hugged an ass so juicy it could've been classified as a lethal weapon. Her cardigan was clinging to tits that looked like they were two seconds from shredding the fabric. Her hair was long, dark, and messy in the exact manner which would make any man look back twice in her direction.
And her tits—Holy Shit—every step she took sent them bouncing like two glorious planets trying to escape orbit.
'Lucky little kid… he got to drink from those milk tanks and I didn't,' Arthur thought with deep spiritual envy.
"Ken!" she called out again, voice trembling as she ran.
She bent down and hugged him, and Arthur had to look away before he accidentally moaned. Her tits pressed together as she bent, straining the top even more. The jiggle physics were so unfair it felt like harassment.
"I told you to stay close to me," she scolded breathlessly, holding the boy tight.
"I was just wishing!" the kid pointed at Arthur like he'd introduced him to Santa.
She turned to Arthur.
He forgot how to breathe for a second.
Up close, she was worse—no, better. Soft lips, tired but beautiful eyes, a face that had lived through life, stress, probably divorce—and still looked like she could ruin marriages just by bending over and reavealing little bit of her perfectly aged skin.
"I'm really sorry," she said, brushing hair away from her face. "I took a phone call for one second and he just wandered off."
"It's fine. I just found him near the bench. He was about to panic, so I waited with him," Arthur replied, sounding way calmer than the horny animal in his skull.
'Fuck me… she's at least fifty times sexier than Brenda. Look at those fucking mommy milkers. I'd let her suffocate me to death and let her choke me again as a ghost.'
She placed a hand over her chest and exhaled. Arthur's eyes tracked the motion before he yanked them back up before she caught him drooling.
"Thank you," she said, voice soft with relief. "I was terrified."
"No problem," he said, trying not to give off "future stepdad porn plot" energy. "Just glad he's safe."
The kid tugged her sleeve. "Mom, he wished too!"
Arthur nearly imploded.
"Wished?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at Arthur with amused curiosity.
He coughed. "Just entertaining a random thought. Nothing serious."
She smiled—an actual real smile—and that somehow made his dick twitch.
"Still," she said, placing a hand on her son's shoulder, "thank you…" She paused, clearly waiting.
"Arthur."
"Thank you, Arthur. I'm Mia," she said.
'Of course your name is Mia. Top-tier milf name. God is mocking me.'
Before his eyes could drop back to her tits or that ass again, Mia gave a small apologetic bow. "We should get going. It's late."
"Yeah. Take care."
She took her son's hand and walked away. Arthur pretended he was making sure the kid was safe—but really, he was admiring the way her ass swayed like it knew it had an audience.
Once they were gone, he finally turned and headed home.
Later — At His Apartment
Arthur climbed the worn-out stairs to his apartment, exhausted and extreamly horny ready to explode at any given moment as the pressure was building up within him as he had encountered many fairy looking milfs today on his way home. The building was quiet and smelled like dust and depression like always as the paints was wearing off its walls.
He fished his keys out and muttered:
"Today was so goddamn stupid…"
He unlocked the door and turned the handle—
FWOOOOOM.
A gust of wind blasted out like someone had summoned a tornado in his living room.
"The fuck—?!"
The air warped. Colors twisted. His doorway wasn't showing the inside of his shitty apartment anymore.
It looked like someone had dunked reality in boiling oil. Colors swirled into a vortex, space folded in on itself, and the floor beyond the entrance was just—gone.
He barely had time to react before the pull hit.
"What the—HEY, WHAT THE FU—!"
His keys flew from his hand. Junk mail ripped out of his pocket and got sucked in. Gravity decided it wanted him dead.
He latched onto the doorframe with both hands, legs slipping.
"No no no no—WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!"
The pull got stronger.
His feet left the floor.
His grip broke.
"FUUUUUCK—!"
Arthur was yanked into the portal and swallowed whole.
*****
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