A/N: I want to give a big thank you to my editor John "Renju" David, for editing this chapter. I'm sorry for the repeated uploads of this chapter. I was editing it until it turned out perfect.
The Visitors
Portland, Oregon
Pigeon University
Sitting on the back seat of the class, Albert wondered how the six-foot-tall professor would look naked underneath the clothes she was wearing. She was of Japanese descent. Her obsidian black hair was so long it hung past the bottom of her rich plum ass and was styled in a beautiful Hime hairstyle. She was wearing a beige ribbed high-rise bodycon midi skirt that unnecessarily showed off the shape of her waist, legs, and ass. Her button-up blazer did little to hide the shape and outlines of her large chest and erect nipples that were poking through the fabric.
Albert's eyes wandered, imagining how her nipples and areola would look like and how much he would enjoy nibbling and sucking on those sweet breasts.
"Is my lecture boring you, Mr. DeSanto?" the professor asked, stopping by the foot of his desk.
He looked up, smiling sheepishly at her, "No. Ms. Okada. I find you very interesting."
He looked at her icy glare " I mean. Your lecture is fascinating."
"Okay then. Suppose there are no more interruptions. As I was saying, Every culture around the world, from the icy lands near the arctic circle to the blistering sands of the Sahara. They all have stories to explain what ghosts and phantoms are. Where do they come from? How they are driven away or exorcised from people, places, and objects. Most of the more popular ghosts and phantoms are male, most of them. But some cultures have classes of ghosts that are solely female. Have any of you heard or read about the story of the Chinese character known as Daji?"
"I heard about her professor!" a female student raised her hand from the front of the class.
"Good, tell us what you know about her. You can remain seated or stand up and tell the class." Ms. Okada told her.
The student stood up and turned to face the class. She brushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
"Daji was the name of a beautiful woman who lived in ancient China during the Shang Dynasty. She was the consort of Chinese King Zhou of Shang. She was the reason why the Shang Dynasty fell apart. She was quick to torture and enjoyed watching people being executed and watching death. She was gorgeous, and for that reason, it's become a history lesson that men of great power who seek after beautiful women will let everything they own and oversee crumble, just to please their woman. However, she wasn't just a human. She was a fox spirit."
"That's excellent. Thank you for sharing with us, Carol. You can take your seat now. I'll take over from here."
"Excuse me, Ms. Okada, but I have a few questions about what Carol just shared with all of us," Albert interjected.
"Go on, Mr. DeSanto." the professor said.
"Why did this woman take great pleasure in torture and watching people die. If she was a fox spirit, does that make her entire race evil? Do fox spirits only take the form of women?"
"I am glad you asked Mr. De Santo. This fox spirit took great pleasure in death and torture because fox spirits are just evil. Evil was in its nature. Fox Spirits can and almost always do take the shapes of women, but they rarely take the shapes of men because, in the ancient world, men were all in charge and held all the power, politically and militarily. So, if a spirit wanted to do something evil or get something that it wanted from a human or the earth, the best and safest route would be to submit to men in power and do what they wanted. In exchange, they could get away with whatever they wanted even if that meant committing murder, torture, or genocide because the men who slept with these 'fake women' would be too preoccupied with keeping them happy and preoccupied."
"Why didn't this fox spirit get pregnant if it was serving as the concubine of this emperor?" Albert asked,
"Well, I'm assuming it could have borne his children, but why would it want to or need to? It clearly wanted to cause death and mayhem wherever it went. Taking care of children from other marriages or their own would only bog down its fun and ambitions. It would have also been counterintuitive to what it wanted. In short, children would only be a burden to it, not a benefit."
This made Albert think about his own mother. God only knows how long she has really been alive since her fall. Has she done her fair share of fucking with the kingdoms and empires of men like this fox spirit? He wondered. There was no way to know for sure unless he asked her.
***
The end of the school day came, and Albert and Indigo met up at a nearby coffee shop near their university. He ordered a donut and ice coffee, while Indigo ordered just a coffee. He kissed her and gave her ass a firm slap before sliding her chair out for her to sit on. She slid herself back into the table on her own, smiling back at him.
"Comfortable?" he asked, taking his seat opposite her.
"Yeah. You're always such a gentleman. That's what I love about you." She spoke
"Hope you had a good workout at tracks?" He asked.
"It went great. The coach is happy with my progress. He is hoping that we win the gold at the Inter-University meet," She spoke.
"You would do well at any events you put your mind on. You are just a natural. It doesn't matter that you have taken to track events, even if you had chosen swimming, basketball, baseball, or boxing. I only wish that the University develops a football team and builds a football field." He spoke.
"Thank you, sweety. I am so lucky to have such a gentleman for a boyfriend."
"Let's get the obvious out of the way first. Let's talk about my mother."
"Hmm, okay," Indigo muttered as she sipped on her coffee.
"What do you think about what you learned about her and what we did together."
"To be frank, Albert, I don't find anything wrong about what happened that day. If you truly are her son, then you had no control over who you were born to or to which family. Honestly, if it was just your mom and me and you weren't there, it would have been a problem because of what she is. I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. How do you feel about her, though?"
"I've been feeling a lot since I first learned about her and her backstory. I mean, I don't feel any different before I learned about my parentage and roots. I've been thinking about it ever since she came forward about her identity. This makes me half-angel. Isn't that cool?"
"I guess. But you look like a regular human. I guess you get that from your dad."
"Yeah. I feel human. I bleed when I cut myself by accident. When I drink too many sodas, I burp. I have the urge to go to the bathroom when I have an upset stomach. But when I think about it, I don't think I've ever heard my mom burp or seen her use the toilet. She showers and brushes her teeth, though, but that's it. What about the sex Indigo? My mother aside, have you ever had sex with another woman before?"
"I don't mind that she can grow a huge penis, babe. I've never had one as big as hers, but it was only pleasure. With you, it's completely different. Whenever I see you, I feel warm and alive. More alive than I feel now. You're the sunlight after a rainy day—the warm sweater on a chilly winter night. But I always knew I was Bisexual, and I'm happy to have my first time with your mother. Tell me, something, babe, what is it like having sex with your own mother?"
"I was still having sex with another woman; after all, this woman did give birth to me. But what was it like, you ask? Initially, it was weird. Here's this woman who raised me all by herself and has given me everything a mother should and could. But when I turned eighteen, I didn't expect her just to come out and start hitting on me. Physically it feels similar when I'm with you. But psychologically, it's still a little odd. I have a question for you, and I want you to answer it honestly. Did she feel better inside of you than me?"
"Uh, what? I—I mean. Larger isn't always better. Men think all women want big dicks, but some find it painful. In all honesty, it was a little painful for me. Yes, there were moments where she was rubbing me the right way. You always rub me the right way all the time, though. What about her? Did she feel tighter than me?"
"Uhh, No comment...?" Albert dragged his answer, unsure how to answer her.
"Wrong answer. Give me an answer. I gave you one, so you should too."
"Why should I? You technically didn't answer me either; you just gave me the runaround.
"Ugh, fine, yes, it felt better, Albert. But that's all it was, just pleasure. I can't tell my body not to feel good when it's being stimulated the right way, can I?"
"I agree. It's only about pleasure. And yes, she did feel tighter than you. She's able to do that because she's a fallen angel and can freely manipulate her internal organs at will. When I thrust inside her, the walls of her pussy sent pleasing electrical jolts of pleasure to my testicles, my penis that branched out throughout my entire body and limbs like streams of electricity."
They blushed from embarrassment, looking away from each other. Then from nowhere, Indigo began to laugh, and she didn't know why. But Albert knew why as he too started to chuckle and then laugh with her.
"Does this make us gay then?" Albert asked, his laughter fading. His tone changing to slight concern for himself, more so than for her.
"Not really. I think I could sleep with another woman, if only just to make myself feel good physically. But I could do it again with your mother if she asked me to, and she did."
"I suppose your right. Men's sexuality is seen and expected to be less fluid and more solid than those of women. But as you said, when I was with both of you and watched you two enjoying each other, I felt a little insecure. But if it's with my mother, I'm fine with it. Would you like to come back home with me and go another round?"
"I would love to...but I have a lot of work to do today. Maybe another time?"
"Of course. We should get going anyway."
DeSanto Residence
He went straight for his kitchen refrigerator to search for something to eat. He prepared himself some pasta and meatballs to eat. Albert's thoughts were disrupted by the loud knock on the front door. It was three firm knocks, to be exact.
Albert had returned home after dropping Indigo off at hers. There was no chance that it was Indigo as she always used the doorbell whenever she dropped by. And his mother would never knock or ring the bell; she would just use her keys and walk-in.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously and walked over to his front door. He looked through the peephole and saw two men wearing black suits.
"Are they from the MIB?" He chuckled to himself.
He unlocked his front door and opened the door slowly.
"Good evening, young man; how are you doing? We're part of a government agency in charge of overseeing crime in this city. Is your mother home right now?"
"She's not, sorry. Why has she committed a crime?"
