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Chapter #5

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Walking out of the school building, Marcus, your friend, quickly came up to you, "Hey, I just got the new Grand Futa Auto 6, wanna come over to my house? I think Megan has volleyball practice and she won't bother us".

"Oh man, really? I kinda wished I could see your sister today..." You joked, gaining a friendly push from your friend.

"Yeah, keep joking with that. My mom got furious with her last month, apparently, she almost got a girl pregnant!"

"For real?" You asked, "How do you almost get someone pregnant? Make half the baby?"

"She wasn't sure if she had knocked the girl out or not, dumbass. Turns out it was her friend Tysha who... "fathered" the little one. They shall make a good family"

You two talked all the way to Marcus's house, it was a nice two-story home with a cute garden in the front and a basketball net in the driveway. You remembered playing with him in here for years when you two were kids, even though he, despite being much taller than you, was bizarrely terrible at it. As soon as you two stepped into the garden, he placed his backpack in the front door, which you followed, ran to the driveway, grabbed the ball, and threw it on the net, the ball bounced and hit him in the face.

"Goddamid!" He said, rubbing the place while you burst out laughing.

"Marcus! You are late!" Said a voice from inside the house. It was Jada, Marcus's mom, a dark-skinned woman with long dark dread braids on her hair tied to a ponytail, who you always remembered being very tall, even taller than her son, and you knew he was at least 6'2, and also for being, well, a MILF, and she knew it. She had no shame in hiding her dreamy curves from the world, wearing always fancy clothes, even for the most casual occasions, which normally resulted in very tight dresses that not only displayed her muscular ass and soft breasts but also an always noticeable bulge...

Stepping outside, Jada quickly laid eyes on you and pat your head, before going to her son and saying, "Did you forget you had a doctor appointment today? Your father is ready to leave!"

"Wait, it's today?! I invited Arthur over to game today!"

"Well, our sweet little Arthur is gonna have to wait another day because you are busy!" Jada held your head close to her bosom in a hug. She has always been a bit clingy with you since both your mothers were friends, so despite being annoying, this wasn't out of the ordinary. "Come on now, your father is already here! Hop in the car!"

Before you two could even have a proper "see you later", your friend entered his father's car and left while you stood in the driveway and waved goodbye. Jada placed her large black hand on your nape, which startled you a bit as you hadn't felt her looming presence behind you yet, and said, "I am sorry that you came all the way here for him to leave just like that my little Arthur. I will drive you home for sure but... before that, could you help me with something?"

What is that "something"?

You have the following choices:

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1. Her workout

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2. Her daughter Megan

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3. Her sister

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4. More... private things

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5. Reader's choice

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