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Chapter 0 - Symbiotic
Vanessa Rosmier didn't mind all that much as she shuffled back from the side of her large, plush bed. The mother of two watched as her partner cleaned himself up and offered her a tissue to do the same, before ruffling his hair and grinning boyishly at her. That was something her husband had never grown out of. Her cute, sometimes bumbling and polite other half, Jim Wells, still smiled the same way.
He was tired, she could tell, but less so than usual. Her blonde, overworked husband must have had a nice day because he'd arrived home at eight o'clock. He'd spoken to their son and asked about how their daughter was doing in the neighbouring village and then he'd come to her with a gentle kiss and an excited rod.
"Uhmm..." Jim huffed quietly, probably suddenly aware of the fact they were only across the hall from their eighteen year old son. "Did you?"
"Yeah." She lied effortlessly. It was worth it to see the relief on Jim's face. "Come on, you've got an early morning."
"Yeah, okay." He agreed quickly and soon her husband was crawling onto his side of the bed. The lights had been off so they were lit only by the moonlight trickling in through the open window but she could see the tension in him disappear as his head touched the pillow. She counted the seconds as his breathing became heavier.
1... 2... 3...
Jim wrinkled his nose and adjusted his body, rolling over to face away from her as he preferred naturally.
4... 5... 6...
"Goodnight, V..." He mumbled softly, well into his sleep routine.
7... 8... 9....
Vanessa knew it was coming.
10... 11... 12...
Snore. The first one was quiet but her ears were trained to hear it. Her husband was asleep. The navy haired mom patted down her dressing gown. It was a thick, warm thing that he'd gotten for her on their last anniversary. Practical and yet, she managed to make it a little sexy. Her racy body did that naturally, though when he seemed excited, she would intentionally let it hang a bit looser on her chest.
Vanessa waited a moment longer, sure that he was knocked out but willing to hold on. The waiting almost made it better sometimes. Then, she slipped off of the bed and began heading for the door. The mom caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror, her pale violet eyes scanning over her quickly. She looked much the same as she did when she'd walked in here with her husband five minutes ago.
The door came open quietly, and she snuck out without much trouble, shutting it behind her before she smiled. The vivacious mom padded across the hall and gripped the handle of the opposite bedroom.
"Noah?"
"Hey, Mom." Her son greeted her back from his bed, laying casually back without a shirt on. His phone remained in his hand but he laid it in his lap as looked up at her. Noah Rosmier-Wells was her older child whom she'd given birth to extremely young and early into her relationship with Jim. She'd always believed that in his inability to control himself, Jim had knocked her up the very first time they tried to go at it raw.
"You okay?" She asked casually, entering his room and closing his door behind her.
"Yeah, pretty good. I think Katie's pissed at me though." He groaned a little, his dark azure eyes rolling at the latest drama in his relationship with Melissa Uchiha's daughter.
"Messed up again?" She smiled at him, approaching the bed and sitting at the end.
"No." He defended himself quickly. "I just said that I didn't see Damian dating April."
"..." Vanessa watched as he ran his eyes over her face. He had his lights on and she could take in every inch of his face and torso. Her son was in good shape and he was very handsome. His face, a combination of hard edges and softer, prettier features made him very good looking. Of course, it was his eyes that captivated people the most. Their blue tinged darker than her husband's bright eyes.
"She said that a gentleman would at least give April a chance but what's the point of leading her on by saying yes and later saying no?" His muscles flexed a little as a ripple of frustration rang out in his raised voice.
"Sounds like a real problem." She offered passively as she approached his bed.
"Yeah, okay!" Noah laughed charmingly, acknowledging the minor scale of his 'problem'. "She got upset. Blew me off for our plans."
"Poor baby..." Vanessa cooed, crawling up the bed with a faux pout on her plump lips. The summer heat meant there was only a thin sheet across his lower half and she blatantly shifted her gaze from his face to his lap. "Why don't you put this phone away and I'll make you forget all about it?"
Vanessa reached out with a delicate hand, her perfectly manicured, painted nails gripping his phone and tossing it aside without resistance from her son. His sheet was gone next revealing a fitted pair of jeans.
"Hmm..." Noah groaned, running a large hand through his medium length, stylish hair as she lay down next to him. Her hand remained on his leg and the mom and son gazed at each other for a second. Then, she cupped his crotch and Noah dropped his arm around her shoulder to coolly grope her large breasts.
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"Ahh..." Vanessa mewled quietly as Noah pawed at her chest, his dexterous fingers squeezing and playing with her clothed melons before he slipped his hand further to her cleavage. At the same time, she rubbed his clothed cock gently, enjoying the stiffening beast's strength as it filled up his denims.