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Adrien took a moment to catch his breath after he made it across the last crosswalk on the way to Marinette's bakery. He still wasn't entirely sure why he was rushing there today, but Nino's text left him little to go off of.

[Something really cool going on at the Dupain-Cheng's. Meet me there, yo!]

He stared at his phone for a moment and admired the outside of the building. Same as it usually was, really. Sweets clearly on display and a fancy decal or two across the windows. The inside did seem different, though. The lighting was dimmer and, as a result, he couldn't quite see into the dining area. 

Strange, but nothing that really alerted him. It was clear he'd have no idea what he was in for until he carefully nudged open the glass doors and stepped inside.

The atmosphere struck him immediately. The dimmer, darker lighting had set an entirely different mood to the one he'd grown accustomed to and there seemed to be a low haze in the building. A sort of low fog or steam, he couldn’t be sure which. 

Something was definitely odd though he didn't have much time to adjust or take in his surroundings when an oddly underdressed man let out a call for his check, grabbing his attention. A sight he blinked at as if to question both it and himself before his focus was taken elsewhere, his heart skipping a beat as his eyes darted towards the table making the noise. 

The shifting and shambling he heard brought his gaze to a table which had Nino otherwise casually seated. Then, suddenly, Marinette emerged from beneath it and bounded towards the front desk.

She sauntered across the dining room clad with her hair down and in a slim and revealing outfit unlike any he'd seen before. A series of presumably leather straps, colored in an orange and white gradient that made little effort to hide her chest mixed with similarly colored design that went around her hips and left her crotch exposed. 

That she didn't even seem to mind much less react to the fact that she was wearing the bare minimum left him stunned, though it only grew more shocking as he managed to look back at Nino.

His chair, now slid out, showed his legs spread comfortably apart and his pants clearly around his ankles. The bare cock between his legs flinched and twitched while glistening in the dim light beaming from the lamp above, a few lipstick stains on his shaft that Adrien could barely see in the darker lighting.

"Hey dude," Nino was nonchalant as he took a swig. "You're late."

Adrien was taken aback, standing and staring blankly while he pieced it all together for himself. His initial reaction started to fade as he let his thoughts wander in an attempt to make this all make sense.

It felt pretty obvious what Marinette was doing under his table after Adrien allowed himself the chance to truly believe that was what was happening. The only other patron currently in the building being bottomless helped him accept it as well. Still, when Nino had mentioned something going on here, that wasn’t quite what he’d expected.

What’s more, Adrien felt his brows furrow in a sort of frustration that washed over him. He didn’t quite understand why he felt this way, why it seemed to override his sense of confusion, but he didn’t have time to question himself that far.

"Hi there, Adrien" Sabine's loving voice interrupted his thoughts, followed by a playful smack to his rear that fully snapped his trance.  

"Oh, uh," Adrien muttered and shook his head. "Hi, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, I..."

His words failed as he realized her outfit. A matching design to Marinette's that was doused in a gradient of red and black with the bands around her torso accentuating her breasts. He knew it to be impolite to stare but when he tried to look away, a hand came around his shoulder.

"What's wrong, dear? You seem nervous," Sabine casually nudged up against him, palm at his chest. "Among other things."

"I-" Adrien swallowed as Marinette bounded by with a check for the only other patron, someone he didn’t recognize, in hand. "I don't think I understand what’s, um, going on..."

Sabine nodded, shifting from the playful tone to a more motherly one. "Of course. I suppose you wouldn't, would you?"

Adrien gave her an uncertain, agreeing look that was followed by a shrug.

“Right, well, this is…” Sabine found herself uncertain of how to even describe the status of her establishment to someone quite clearly uninitiated.

Adrien wasn’t unfamiliar with sex, of course. She figured that much based solely off his fame. It was more that the concept was something she felt might ring a bit odd in his ears if she stated it flatly.

“Adrien, do you mind if I just,” Sabine’s voice lowered again as she leaned in. “Show you?”

A tingle went up Adrien’s spine, a near shiver as he timidly nodded. “Yes, um, yes, ma’am.”

Consent given, she simply smiled at him and stifled a chuckle while slowly undoing his belt, more loudly giggling as he started blushing. 

Adrien, as lost as he currently was, still couldn’t help but locate Marinette. His focus left the woman currently unzipping his pants and watched the waitress return to Nino’s table and, as she started to disappear under it again, returned to his current situation with that same, mildly upset feeling.

"We instituted a policy recently as a means to...honor our city's heroes, in a way." Sabine explained, sliding her hands into his underwear without hesitation as she took his mind off it. "They've helped allow us to live freely and inspired us to love openly for so many years now, after all."

"Er," Adrien's breath hitched, bashfully staring at her chest while the woman spoke. "Right."

"So that's what we're doing," She tugged his waistband down and pulled his cock out, gently moaning through her nose as it sprang free. "Living free and loving openly."

"Oh, um...I think I see." Adrien's eyes trailed down from hers towards her hand.

Sabine’s gentle grasp pressing along his cock served as much more than a distraction. It didn't take much to get Adrien properly hard in this situation, her grip growing tighter as he shaped up in her hand. 

His own fingers twitched some and his arm moved towards the backside of Sabine's body, but he stopped himself short in a way that caught her attention. She simply stared back at him with a smirk, figuring the cause of his uncertainty. 

"Marinette," Sabine pecked at the top of Adrien's head with a chuckle, calling out to her daughter. "Do you mind if I show  your friend what I'm talking about?"

Marinette was currently preoccupied with Nino's cock in her mouth and didn't offer much of a proper reply. A gaggle of moaning and nods of her head, which might have been more like bobs down Nino's shaft, were taken as an answer instead. Nino even flashed a thumbs up with a somewhat smug grin that made Adrien's eyes narrow some.

"Now," Sabine removed her hand and watched him stifle a wince, more playfully repeating her earlier question. "Do you  mind if I show you?"

He blinked first. Then he glanced back towards Nino's table - and Marinette's subtle gagging. 

"Yes, um," Adrien remembered his manners. "I mean, please do, ma'am."

"Oh please, Adrien" Sabine lightly chuckled, easing a palm along his cheek just as she eased her lips against his only to part all too soon. "It's Sabine."

Despite the initial shock of kissing Marinette’s mother, Adrien found instinct and impulse setting in as things grew more comfortable for him. The idea that the older, mature woman was openly masturbating his cock for any other patrons - of which Nino was really the only other one - kept him blushing but turned him on just as much.

This was shown in how Adrien embraced Sabine. He let his body press into hers, nudging his hips to the side to better feel her stroking. Then, he finally started kissing her back. A subdued and still restrained sense of hunger was notable in the way his lips pressed to Sabine’s, tasting and sucking on her tongue as her grasp on his cock intensified.

“Now you’re getting it.” Sabine giggled as he overwhelmed her mouth. She finally moved his arm the rest of the way down, using his grasping at her ass as a means to more fully jerk him off.

“Mrs-” Adrien’s hand seemed needy as it tugged and pulled on her cheek, a few solid smacks had her flesh jiggling. “Sabine, I-”

Experienced enough to know what his body wanted, Sabine pulled away from and watched him wince.

“Hold on,” She instructed as she took a step in front of him. “There. Put it between my ass, Adrien.”

His cheeks as crimson as they could be, Adrien did as told. He spread Sabine wide and slotted his cock between the surprisingly tight gap, burying himself and pressing them even firmer around his shaft. 

With a grunt, he took to thrusting. A staggered and yet withheld pace was still enough to have them both moan. Adrien was clearly intoxicated with Sabine’s thicker, fuller body, while Sabine was all too happy to encourage this hung youth into lust.

The sound of flesh poured into the room as Adrien rutted along Sabine’s ass, the noise barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. The firm, soft skin he found himself so lovingly embraced with was driving him mad and, as his precum made a subtly glistening trail along the crack of Sabine’s ass, he started losing every other sense.

"Right on, man!" Nino called from the table and, in the process, interrupted Adrien and reminded him that they were in public. 

"Wha, wait, shouldn't-" Adrien suddenly exhaled a breath he wasn’t even aware of, as if catching himself in the act. That feeling of frustration rose again as his mood was broken and had him scrambling to speak. "Sabine, shouldn't we...do this in a bedroom or something?"

"Oh, no, Adrien, the bedrooms are off limits to standard customers." Sabine lightly shook her head, then gave a wink. "Well, unless you'd like to pay extra, anyway."

"Looks like you'll be busting out that credit card, dude." Nino teased with Marinette's chin resting on his thigh.

Adrien turned towards his friend's table with a grin and a subtle huff on his lips. "Like you wouldn't get your wallet out for Marinette, huh?"

"Oh?" Nino's eyebrow lifted. "You willing to take that bet, dude?"

Adrien first glanced at Sabine, who'd slipped away and went back towards the register to do some tidying after the two began to talk. Then he looked at Marinette, still in place at her knees between Nino's legs. Her face looked tired, but lacked any sort of mess just yet.

His eyes wandered in thought for a moment as he lowly hummed and deliberated playing along or simply going back to what was working. And while he was enjoying himself with Sabine, he couldn’t help but feel oddly competitive. 

"So..." He stepped closer to his table, disguising some inner feelings with confidence. "What would be your terms?"

"Oh, I dunno." Nino gave a shrug, looking down at Marinette for a moment then back at Adrien. "Whoever goes the longest pays for the private room?"

"And we can...swap girls." Adrien's eyes drifted towards Nino's waitress again, then narrowed at his. "If we want. Y'know, keep it fair."

"Sure." Nino smirked, then tilted his head towards Marinette. "What do you guys think?"

She slowly stood up from under the table with a breath, finding her footing with a pleasured giggle. "Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me, I guess. Mom?"

Sabine had some thinking to do herself, though had decided much faster than the boys as she flipped the sign on the door to read Closed.

“Sounds like fun.” She smiled as she returned to Adrien’s side. “Just remember the rules, boys. No messes, no damage, stuff like that.”

“Right.” Nino gave a nod, urging Marinette’s back to the table as he got to his feet.

“And,” Sabine continued, speaking more directly to Adrien as she stared into his eyes with a fire flickering behind her gaze. “Try not to fall in love.” 

Adrien stifled some stammering, hiding some flustered feelings with a chuckle. His effort was made easier with Sabine’s lips on his again, his fingers hooking around some of the straps that barely counted as clothing to tug her in closer. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Nino doing something similar to Marinette, which to his mind meant something more needed to be done.

Suddenly, he pressed himself firmly up against the older woman’s body and held her firm as she started to dip. Sabine didn’t skip a beat, however, groping at her cock while he leaned her down and showered her mouth in affection.

"Ah," Sabine purred under her breath, steadily pumping his length. "Now you're really  getting it."

Adrien smirked and grabbed a handful of her ass. "Maybe you’re...just a good teacher, Mrs. Cheng. Er, Sabine."

She merely chuckled at his flirtations, easing back into his lips. The way he gave himself to it now was a stark contrast to his earlier hesitations, though she could tell something was still held back. It only took a peek from her half lidded eyes to see that his mind might have been elsewhere, as Adrien was quite clearly staring across the room despite their kiss.

What he’d been watching was Nino's hands at Marinette's hips, her body rocking against his with his cock grinding between her legs. It was a slow pace that allowed them a more frantic lip-lock, both obviously hungry with lust and need.

They hadn’t quite gotten there yet, though,  something that made Adrien feel oddly relieved even as he continued to watch.

"Oh, yeah." Nino groaned, pecking his lips around her jawline. "You want this, baby?"

Marinette hooked a leg over his hip with a warm smile on her face. "Please, Nino."

Adrien shook his head and returned his attention to the woman tangled in his embrace. Something he’d admittedly done because of the sudden squeezing around his shaft. Thinking on his toes, he gave a nod towards the cushioned bench that sat just inside the dimmed, newly tinted window and moved over.

Sabine followed along, never once releasing his cock as they moved. In the adjustment of their position, she caught a brief glimpse of her daughter's admittedly captivating work. 

She began putting a few pieces together herself, something not even Adrien had figured out just yet. Noticing that he too was glancing at the pairing as Nino began prodding at Marinette, Sabine suddenly took him by the scruff and shoved her tongue into his mouth with a moan.

"So tell me, Adrien, do you like what you see?" She teased, blocking his view of the other two and opting to try and keep things light. Slowly, Sabine took to stepping around him. "I imagine you haven't quite seen anything like me before, have you?"

"Not, um...Not really, no." Adrien felt his cock throb as she circled him, admiring everything from her thicker bush to her impressive chest. "Maybe a could of models here and there, but-"

Sabine slipped her tongue back into his mouth and groped his balls, pressing her breasts against him before leaning back with a wink. "But never like this , huh?"  

"Definitely not." Adrien gave a smirk, running his hands up through her hair as she pulled him back in.

Her tongue took control this time, something she felt was the best way of keeping his mind on the matter at hand. It largely worked, as the not-so subtle humping on the other side of the dining room only slightly seemed to draw him away again.

Doing away with that, however, was as easy as Sabine sauntering around him again. This time stopping and turning herself around once she was in front of him again. With her back to him and his towards the other two in the room, she slowly bent herself forward and propped herself up on the edge of the bench.

Adrien felt his fingers clench as he stared unabashedly at Sabine’s thick, full ass. It was entrancing in how it subtly jiggled and moved, how she seemed so warm and inviting despite the debauchery in the room. The sounds of Marinette’s moaning barely had him flinching now.

Granted, her volume was easily the loudest in the building. Something Sabine was both giggling at and somewhat concerned about, given the chance of Adrien losing focus again. To keep that from happening, she did as felt necessary.

“Adrien ,” Sabine hummed, shifting her ass from side to side and spreading herself apart. “Are you going to keep a lady waiting?”

His throat feeling dry, Adrien was downright enamored. The shape, the size, the fact that she’d pre-lubed her asshole given the way liquid glistened off it. It was unlike anyone he’d ever been with, anything he’d seen for himself at least.

And here he was, stepping up and grabbing it. His fingers were firm enough to get her to moan as he gripped her flesh and stuffed his cock between her cheeks. The wires in his brain were crossing as he tried to continue holding himself back from the edge of pure, primal lust but he couldn’t resist slotting himself in and thrusting hard enough to make Sabine’s ass clap.

“Ngh, good boy.” Sabine hummed, feeling smug as he thrust along her ass. "Any of your model friends  ever do this for you, Adrien?"

"Nh, no, Sabine." Adrien obediently answered. His teeth bore down on his lip as he humped away at her, losing himself to her body with his hesitations fading.

Sabine hummed, her tone low and sharp as her body was used purely for his pleasure. “Good.”

She could see Nino giving a thumbs up out of the corner of her eye, his cock prodding at her daughter’s pussy as her legs hooked lazily around his hips. 

Something she was glad Adrien most certainly couldn’t, lest he break away and interrupt their - and her - moment. She knew jealousy when she saw it and it was a look that, while somewhat worrisome in how it flared on his face, looked good on Adrien.

“Put in me, please,” Marinette whined, getting him to glimpse back. “Fuck me, Nino.” 

“Yeah.” Nino answered her needs, grunting as his bare cock pressed into her.

Adrien stifled a growl as he watched, still feeling conflict over these feelings he couldn’t quite process. 

“Wait,” He huffed, palms firmly on Sabine’s ass. “Don’t we, er, shouldn’t we have condoms?”

“Oh, honey,” Sabine answered with a wiggle of her ass to draw him back in, staring back at him with half lidded eyes. “We’re fresh out of those.”

That feeling returned, bubbling up inside of him. It reached a boiling point as he could hear from across the room.

"Yes! Oh, Nino! ” 

“Fuck, Marinette, you’re so, ngh, tight! ”

He shook his head and harshly shut his eyes as he tried to get himself settled. To try and beat this bizarre pound in his chest, one he wanted to deny but couldn’t seem to avoid. Only to then reopen his eyes to find Sabine stood upright and facing him again.

Adrien looked somewhat puzzled, a soft whine in his throat and deprived his cock of heat. "Er, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

“Relax,” Sabine took him by the chin to stop his rambling. “It’s okay, Adrien, I know what’s going on.”

“I…” Adrien couldn’t think of a reply, the obvious truth hard to ignore.

“It’s okay, we can talk about it later.” Sabine repeated, her grasp loosening as she palmed up his cheek and leaned in close. “But if we’re going to do this, if you want to do this, I need you here and now. I need you to fuck me. Okay?”

Adrien stammered some more while she turned back around. It wasn’t until she was propped up again, her ass sticking up and out, that her words - intended to be encouragement - seemed to have an impact.

His grasp on her flesh was tighter, harsher. He spread her apart with both hands and prodded his cockhead at her asshole with a renewed, fiercer sort of vigor. No longer was Adrien looking over his shoulder at what the others were doing, nor was he distracted by their skin slapping together. He knew what he needed to do, what he wanted to do.

Sabine groaned as his cock sank into her hole, slowly enough to maintain his gentlemanly status. Her eyes rolled as his hands moved up to cling to her hips as she felt her ass press to his base. She tried to keep herself as relaxed as she could to make things easier for him though it proved difficult to do as he quickly worked up a harsh, intense pace.

“I, ah, thought you said-” Sabine dipped her head back to tease, the sounds of her ass being clapped echoing through the building. “You hadn’t, fuck.”

Intent on pouring those pent up emotions out, Adrien took to fucking Sabine as if he hadn’t been laid in weeks. Like someone surrendering to their more primal instincts, someone desperate for pleasure. Adrien rut at Sabine’s asshole like he was trying to breed, and she loved it.

The sheer force and ferocity, the bubbling over of his frustrations and how he used those feelings as he used her body. It wasn’t quite what she’d come to expect with the current store policy, but she could tell that he’d been set free all the same.

Simply having a word, or at least facing what he’d known was true yet wanted to deny, seemed to let him loose. He couldn’t possibly be processing it, not with the way he rammed his cock away at Sabine’s tight asshole. But knowing something definitely helped.

Then, as Adrien’s clapping of her flesh grew even louder, it almost felt as if it had helped a bit too much. Sabine hissed a breath as she felt fingers knead through her hair only to then start tugging back. It wasn’t too hard, it was just about perfect as far as she liked it in fact, but more a sign of his true confidence. 

And then, as a growl leaked from his lips and her eyes rolled from his thrusts, it felt like overconfidence.

Sabine fancied herself a professional, something that had been maintained well into this latest venture regardless of how debauched it was to be freely fucked by all manner of customers. While they ranged from Marinette’s girlfriends to members of the community she’d barely known, it never quite mattered. She could enjoy things because, as intense as some patrons would get, none ever seemed to want to overwhelm her or to truly lead or dominate her. None of them ever could, she was confident about that much.

Not so much with Adrien, however. Not now that she’d managed to help closet his emotions long enough to give her what his body wanted, at least. There was something wild about this boy, something primal that she’d brought to the surface. Intentions and desires that were presumably withheld by his unknowing - willingly or otherwise - love for her daughter. 

This was the first man in a long time to so gleefully hold himself behind her and let himself go. Let himself try and overwhelm her with a feverous thrusting and a rhythmic slapping of her ass to his hips that easily drowned out the sounds of her child being fucked just a few feet away. And most other senses, for that matter.

And she loved it.

But as she felt Adrien start instinctually nudging a leg up, as if to mount her, she realized that he may be getting too into things. He might be getting too confident in himself and might truly be able to lay some measure of dominance over her. That competitive natured she’d freed might be one to match her own.

So out of her own desire to assert control, and perhaps to avoid breaking one of the few rules in place herself, Sabine brought a sudden stop to his thrusting by moving forward.

“Wha…” Adrien swallowed, a whine on his tongue at the loss of friction and warmth surrounding his cock. “Sabine, are…”

“Adrien,” Sabine’s teeth nipped at her upper lip, an arm snaking around his waist. “Sit down.”

He hesitated at first, his primal state of mind at first wanting to resist such a command. With some composure, however, Adrien soon obliged her request. There was just enough seat for him to feel comfortable on the bench, leaning himself back and using the thick pane of glass for support as he stared briefly beyond his current situation.

Nino was still standing, ramming Marinette hard enough to shake the table that kept her upright. She was clearly still enjoying herself with how loud she moaned but, absentmindedly stroking his cock, Adrien couldn’t help but feel it looked wrong. Nino was fucking her wrong . He could do it so much better, he should-

“Eyes up.” Sabine puffed her chest out, snapping his attention back with ease. 

His eyes definitely went up, as far as the short distance was anyway. They lingered on her tits, of course. Now unabashedly staring at his friend’s mother’s tits. It was pure, freed lust that saw Adrien lean up to suck on them again, squeezing and groping the flesh around them as he sucked on her nipples. 

Sabine groaned, palming the back of his head as he swapped sides. For a moment she simply smothered him in her chest and let herself enjoy it. Then, without a word, she stepped her legs apart as she inched in between his.

His eyes narrowed, Adrien gave a knowing look and pulled himself off her chest with a subtle glisten remaining on her flesh. He even patted his thigh, a seductive look on his brows as Sabine spread her pussy with two fingers and slowly dropped herself into his lap.

“Are you ready for this, Adrien?” She held his chin up with a sole fingertip. 

“Yes,” Adrien answered, watching as Sabine grinded her crotch at his cock. His voice was hot and needy as he muttered. “Please, Sabine.”

With a smirk across her lips, Sabine nodded as she sank down. A firm pressure washed over Adrien as she released her weight and came clapping down to his lap. His hands reached and palmed at her ass without a word, barely glimpsing up at the other two slowing down just as Sabine started moving herself.

“Do you prefer this, Adrien?” Sabine’s voice sounded like sugar as she bounced along his cock. “Or would you rather, ngh, do some work?”

Adrien answered in the form of action, thrusting up into her as she pulled herself to his tip. “We can, ah, do both, no?”

Sabine giggled at his slightly raspy voice, dipping down and wetting his lips with hers. Adrien’s eyes fluttered into the kiss, their tongues brushing along one another. His grip on her only tightened as they found themselves in a rhythm of love and lust.

His obsession with her backside obvious, Sabine leaned back into his grasp. A silent encouragement through half-lidded eyes that soon saw Adrien bring either hand crashing loudly against her ass. His strikes were firm, intense, each one causing her to jump some and her flesh to jiggle. 

But he kept her secure, of course. For each spank came a near harsh grope of the opposite cheek. And as his lips trailed away from hers and back to her chest, Sabine felt smothered in Adrien. Surrounded by this all-encompassing lover who so hungrily sucked on her tits and turned her ass red. Akin to something like a personalized whirlwind that seemed to know everything she liked.

Adrien brushed his teeth briefly along her neck, not leaving any marks so as to follow the rules despite how clearly he wanted to. Then he moved back to tug on her nipples with his teeth, a low growl as Sabine moaned and writhed atop him.

Sabine’s eyes rolled in her head. Her body moved on its own and her lead of the situation was happily slipped to Adrien. He made good use of being in charge of movement with firm, thorough bucks of his hips mixing with faster half-thrusts that saw her bite on her lower lip.

It was good, almost too good. She’d had her suspicions and curiosities towards Adrien as a lover over the years, for motherly reasons of course, but for them to all be so properly satisfied despite his initial hesitations had her seeing stars. His ferocity, attentive nature, the way he cared for and wanted her whole body at once. It was pure bliss, the animalistic lover he truly was.  

But, like most good things, things seemed to be pointing towards their end. His thrusting had gradually become more erratic and lazy. The mouth that so eagerly tended to her chest had gotten sloppy, leaving a subtle mess behind as his tongue moved between her breasts. 

His limit was clear enough to the still quite aware Sabine. She helped him on with a few lifts of her body that turned into heavy drops into his lap, but she too was feeling a bit worn. Then, he leaned back in his seat and away from her body for the first time in what felt like ages.

“Sabine, I…” Adrien was panting after the audible pop of his lips coming off her nipple. “I need to, er, I’m going to-”

“That’s alright.” Sabine pressed a fingertip lightly at his lips, coming to rest in his lap while his cock throbbed inside of her as she explained. “You’ll need to pull out, Adrien.”

Adrien paused himself, obviously a bit disappointed in the moment. He felt like he understood at least the basic reason he’d need to, given the lack of rubber between their bodies, and he was nothing if not respectful even now, but it was definitely something he didn’t quite want to do. 

“Shit, Marinette! ” 

Nino’s grunt from across the room caught his attention, with Adrien leaning to watch the sight unfold. What he saw was Marinette fingering at her clit as Nino continued humping away at her, the table nudging slightly back as they threw themselves at one another. 

Then, after a few claps of his balls against Marinette’s flesh, Nino pulled himself out and stepped away. Adrien felt entranced as he watched Nino clutch at the base of his cock and blow his load across Marinette’s largely bare body. The way she giggled and moaned as cum shot as far up as the underside of her breasts made him smile, and the sight of Nino’s glazed cock felt much more appealing now than it might have before.

Sabine tilted his head back after feeling another, intense throb come from between his legs. She kissed him slowly, letting him revel in her taste with a subtle shifting of her hips. The warmth she smothered his cock in felt as if it were begging to be filled, and Sabine didn’t seem so keen on being left empty either.

Still, she found it in her to start rising up on her knees. Adrien groaned as he felt her weight pull away from him, watching his own cock almost spring out as she managed to get herself back to her feet. 

Adrien wasn’t completely deprived, however, as Sabine humped her hips at his cock. The wet warmth of her pussy lips pressed and prodded him along, the smile on her face and gentle way she pressed her fingers through his hair a clear encouragement to cum.

“Sah-” He felt breathless, a pit in his stomach as his head dipped back in pleasure. “Sabine!”

Adrien cried her name a number of times as his cock twitched and erupted in orgasm. Sabine first let him go as he enjoyed himself, leaning in slightly so as to better hold her tits over him. She merely licked his lips once some of his cum found its way near her chin. 

Then she grabbed his base and angled him more properly. It was firm enough to move him, but still soft enough that he only seemed to enjoy it more. What Adrien clearly loved, however, was kissing Sabine’s lips and feeling some of his cum reach as far up as his jawline.

His eyes slowly opening after drifting shut, Adrien fell back to a cushion as he mindlessly stared at the mess he made of Sabine’s body. Cum streaked over most of her features, with plenty coating her breasts and even more running between her legs. He instinctively reached out, fingers roaming through her bush with a grin on his lips.

“Good boy.” Sabine chuckled, kissing him again. His palms slid to her back and down to her hips, giving her a squeeze before she stood upright again.

“So, uh,” Nino took a breath, his crotch messier than Adrien’s. “Guess you win, dude.”

Adrien gradually recomposed himself, a helping hand from Sabine getting him to his feet once he felt ready enough to stand. 

“Yeah,” He lazily draped his hands over his hips, a dazed laugh in his voice. “Guess I did, huh?”

“Well, I did have a head start, after all.” Nino chuckled back, giving a smack to Marinette’s ass. “Thanks, by the way.” 

Adrien now wasn’t sure what made his cock throb more between his bottomless best friend or the cum soaked good friend next to him. He simply nodded along, however, while he and Sabine both moved across the room.

“So, uh,” He leaned over briefly to Sabine. “Why couldn’t I, y’know, cum inside?”

“It’s a policy.” Sabine answered, nodding towards the front desk. “We do still have a few rules, after all.”

Adrien moved the opposite way to see what she meant and, secured just under the register, was a blackboard with the rules written in chalk. Some had clearly been erased but of the ones left untouched, they read

• Leave feelings at the door.
• Avoid leaving a mess.
• No marks.
• Service is free.
• Inside is extra.

He rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed he hadn’t seen that earlier. Though he gave himself some slack in that he’d been quite distracted when he first came in.

“Ah,” Adrien pointed towards the last line as he muttered. “So that’s what a room’s for, then?”

Sabine giggled, palming up his ass. “Yes.”

“Alright, well,” Nino gathered the group’s attention. “I’m still kinda hard, actually, so...You wanna do best out of three?”

Adrien glanced first at Sabine, then at Marinette. The two went off towards the front desk and went about using warm rags to clean the mess from one another. They seemed to know Adrien’s answer before he’d even decided for himself. Perhaps his cock still being hard, harder than Nino’s, was the reason.

“Alright,” Adrien agreed, then cleared his throat. “But whoever wins gets the room and both of them. Alone.”

Nino almost seemed impressed by the turnaround of Adrien’s attitude, his eyes narrow as he answered. “You’re on, dude.”

“Oh, and, um,” Adrien pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it towards his discarded pants. “I want Marinette this time.”

“All yours, man.” Nino winked and snickered as the ladies, freshly cleaned, returned. “I want a turn with her mom’s rack anyway.”

With a swat at the fuller, more mature ass of Sabine, the two found their own corner of the room. Left alone with Marinette, Adrien first merely smiled back at her. Then she took him by the wrist and towards the back wall of the dining area.

“So,” Marinette held herself so as to present her body to him. “How would you like me, Adrien?”

Adrien couldn’t help but stroke himself as she slowly spun around, mumbling almost to himself. “Just like that.”

“Hm?” Marinette purred, propping herself along the wall and sticking her ass out. “Like this?”

“No,” Adrien was assertive, taking her by the shoulder and turning her around with ease. He stared into her eyes, flames in his green gaze. “Like this.”

With confidence soaring and himself fully assured, Adrien kissed her. He kissed her deeply, practically smothering her with his lips. Marinette, her cheeks stained red and wide-eyed at the sudden advance, gradually grew accustomed to this. To the flavor on his tongue that tasted so sweet with the faintest hint of her mother. 

She wrapped her arms around him and hooked a leg on his hip as he started grinding at her. Out of the corner of her sight she could see Nino being kissed down into a seat by a Sabine who was clearly in control. A moan vibrated her throat as she watched as her mother turned around and had Nino rut his cock between the cheeks of her ass.

Adrien brought her back with a palm to her cheek. His brows slightly furrowed, he pinched on her ass as he tugged her other leg up with the help of the straps around her thigh. Once secured to his body, he leaned back.

“Look at me, Marinette,” He instructed with a firm, low voice. His cock throbbed, pressing along the shaved trail between her legs. “I’m right here. Look at me while I fuck you, look at only me, I…”

His words trailed off. His expression turned somewhat blank. Suddenly this nearly nude woman wrapped around his body looked different. She was that sweet girl he’d first met so many years ago with bluebell eyes and a heart of gold. The one he’d fallen for yet hadn’t truly known it. Not until now, with the help of her mother.

“Marinette, I…” There was so much he wanted to say. So much he wanted to pour over her. 

He wouldn’t get the chance. Not here, not now, at least. She pressed a finger firmly to his lips and slowly blinked, her lashes fanning the flames that burned in his chest.

“Adrien,” Marinette’s voice was a confident, near purr on his ear as she pulled herself in close to instruct him. “Leave your feelings at the door.”

Adrien took in a deep inhale, holding her by the shoulders. The time for what he had to say, for parsing his thoughts and feelings out would come later and in, presumably, a more well dressed setting. For now, his focus sharpened up and desires flared as Marinette’s back clapped up against the painted brick behind her.

“Ah,” She warmly hissed, feeling teeth on her neck. “Adrien.”

It felt so good to hear her moan his name, to hear it chanted on her tongue. His teeth sank in with just enough withheld to prevent any marks. He could feel her breathing, her heart start to race. Blood pumped into his ears and the combination of her taste and her scent sent him near feral again.

Adrien groaned as his hips nudged back, a hungry growl on his lips that was silenced only by hers. He poked and prodded, savoring the way Marinette twitched and squeaked as the tip of his cock toyed with her cunt. With his nails pressing to her ass, he gave a firm shove forward until he finally sank into her.

“Oh, yes!” Marinette cried, even louder than she’d been earlier. “Fuck me, Adrien! Please!”

It was clear she too was having some trouble with leaving her feelings behind, but that was okay. Adrien was intent on helping her with that, delivering thorough thrusts as he made himself familiar with her body.

Marinette wasn’t her mother, not yet at least. She wasn’t quite as full or filled out, but still felt just as tight as her - if not tighter. That jealous lust that lit his mind aflame saw it fit that, if any man were to ruin her, perhaps it should be him.

Each buck of his hips seemed to see to that. Adrien held little back as he let himself unleash, clapping himself to Marinette as she sloppily kissed him back. There was some sensitivity in the way he moved, each motion more deliberate than before thanks to the sensitivity he had from having just came not long ago.

But it hardly held him back. Marinette writhed as she sunk her nails into his back for support, the furious near thunderclap of his hips sending her eyes rolling with her mouth wide. Adrien filled that moaning, subtly drooling gap by licking up the mess and shoving his tongue into the hole. 

Marinette sucked on his tongue as it flexed along the roof of her mouth, the sheer onslaught of pleasure causing her vision to glaze over. Adrien, noticing this, looked downright delighted. He was fucking her as someone like her, someone so amazing as her, should be fucked. She deserved this just as much as he did.

“Harder!” She begged, eyes wide as she was filled so thoroughly. “I, ngh, need you, Adrien!”

Willing to overlook an employee breaking the rules, Adrien gave her what she wanted. What she deserved. He reasserted his grip on her with a smack to her ass as he pressed her as close to the wall as she could go. Nipping at her lips as he humped her firmly, Adrien felt like purring out of an odd sense of peace despite the storm of his lust. Like this was where he belonged.

Marinette was making him more than welcome, too. She left scratches along his shoulders and dug her heels into the small of his back. Her pussy was tense, clutching at his cock whenever it reared back and only squeezing him tighter whenever he’d ram forward.

She quickly became somewhat breathless, her throat dry and mouth agape in a flurry of panting. This lull in her loud, encouraging moans allowed Adrien an opportunity to at least hear what was going on behind them.

He made out the sounds of skin clapping at skin, peeking over his shoulder to see Sabine bouncing her ass down Nino’s cock. While he appeared to be taking it in stride, the almost dizzy sounding moans led Adrien to believe that he wasn’t quite up to the challenge Sabine presented. 

Feeling cocky that he’d pleasured the mother so well, Adrien poured that emotion into his work on her daughter. A hand slipped between her legs and toyed with her clit as his cock spread her wide. He held her at his base for a moment, but only for as long as it took to ensure he had the strength to keep her up with just one arm.

Having recovered some, Marinette couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. She threw herself at Adrien, dropping her weight to his grasp while she sucked on his tongue with a loud moan. It echoed off the walls and only grew louder as Adrien forced his mouth from hers and went properly back to the work before him.

With his thumb still at her clit, Adrien thrust. He went hard and fast, a contrast to the care with which he treated her more sensitive mound of flesh. The combination of both had Marinette borderline screaming, almost hoping that he’d split her in half like this.

“Fuck, Adrien!” She tried to get herself under some sort of control. “You’re, nh, I-I can’t-”

Her stomach dropped as she came around his cock. Adrien, after feeling it for himself, briefly paused to admire the beautiful sight that was Marinette cumming. She was gorgeous, even with her face contorted in pleasure and her body hot to the touch.

“I…” He muttered under his breath, slowly bucking at her cunt. “I love…”

Whether she heard him or not, Marinette dropped forward for another kiss. She hungrily sucked him in, licking and nipping at his lips as he continued gently fingering her clit. He didn’t seem to know how to stop and, already too much of a hot mess to say much, Marinette soon found herself squirting.

“Shit,” Marinette hissed as Adrien was forced out of her due to her release. “I-I’m sorry, Adrien, ah…”

Adrien merely watched the mess she made. It was something he’d been largely unfamiliar with and, as such, found himself fascinated for the much too brief duration it lasted. Her body slowly grew limp in his grasp, her face lost in a look of pleasured daze.

Letting her ride herself out, he dipped his head back. What he saw wasn’t much of a surprise at this point, nor was what he’d heard.

“Fuck, Sabine, I- Ngh, fuck yeah! ”

Nino was several feet behind him, cumming on Sabine’s ass. Solidified as the winner, Adrien took his own moment to internally celebrate before returning his attention to Marinette. 

He swallowed as he stared at her. She looked equal parts satisfied and embarrassed, though he felt that was wrong. She’d enjoyed herself - there was nothing to be ashamed of.

“It’s okay,” Adrien cooed. He gently thumbed along her jaw as her senses returned. “It’s okay, Marinette, I’m...glad I could do that to you.”

Marinette, still red in the cheeks, softly giggled. “I...I am too.”

Her smile melted his heart. The both of them briefly lost in each other’s eyes, it took a throb between his legs before Adrien even considered that they’d been in the middle of something. He turned a light red himself, sweat having formed on his forehead.

“Um,” Adrien rubbed at the back of his neck. “Do you mind if I...Should I, uh, put it back in, or?”

“I...might cum again if you do.” Marinette smirked before adding. “Not that I’d mind.”

Adrien gave a subtle nod, first starting to push himself back into her. Then, before even putting his tip back inside, he stopped.

“Wait,” Adrien eased one of her legs down, not pulling the other free until she was standing on her own power. “I know what to do.”

Marinette reacclimated to being on her feet until Adrien reached over and grabbed her shoulders. With a firm nudge down on either side of her, Marinette quickly understood what he was going for and slowly found her way to her knees.

She was greeted by the sight of Adrien stroking his gorgeous cock, simply staring at his work for a time. He didn’t seem to pull her in, either, leaving Marinette to wonder - or maybe hope - that he’d finish like this.

“And how are we doing over here?” Sabine’s low, warm voice came from behind him. 

“Pretty good, ma’am.” Adrien smiled, glancing back to see an exhausted Nino relaxing on a bench seat.

He had no qualms or hesitation on jacking himself off on her daughter. The fact that her mother was hovering over his shoulder only seemed to move his hand faster along, though he suddenly gripped his base to help edge himself and got a whine as he pulled his palm away.

“Actually,” Adrien leaned towards Sabine. “Do you mind... lending me a hand?”

Sabine’s eyes narrowed as she reached around and grabbed his cock. “Gladly.”

Her cheerful tone vanished behind Adrien’s lips as he loudly kissed on her again, staring down at Marinette as Sabine slowly stroked along his shaft. Her daughter dipped back and rested on her palms, her jaw slacking wide as she moaned at the sight above her. 

She wouldn’t look away, watching intently as Adrien made out with her mother. Though she found herself whining some after a few minutes, wishing she was up there with them. Something Adrien found himself wanting too.

With that desire in mind, Adrien’s hips thrust at the grip around his cock. Marinette added her fingers to help him along, groping his balls between licks slowly placed by her tongue. She then took to sucking his balls without so much as a word, swirling her tongue around the flesh and delighting as she took in his sweaty musk.

That visual, along with Sabine’s ever attentive grasp, was the last push he needed. Adrien took it in as long as his body could withstand, saving as much of this to memory as possible. Then, he nudged at Sabine’s shoulder to move her to the side.

“Open up, Marinette,” Adrien happily purred, pushing her head back and stroking his cock. “I’m cumming.”

Keeping her tongue out, Marinette took the brunt of his orgasm to the face. He made a point not to aim for her mouth, figuring not finishing inside was still applicable here, and instead had his cum dribble down her chin.

Watching as his mess streaked and coated her features, it was easy enough for Adrien to grope Sabine’s ass while they kissed again. A lazier, slower kiss than before, one intended to fill for time as he kept jerking himself off well into his release and watched him cum on her daughter with a wicked sense of delight.

As it slowed, he couldn’t stop staring at the way Marinette looked. He might have been a model, but she was downright beautiful covered in his cum, wearing it even better than her mother. Once his balls were sufficiently drained and his stroking stopped, Marinette found her way to her feet again. 

She took her time standing up to ensure Adrien saw how much cum he’d painted her with. So that he knew the mess he’d made on her, from her chin down even to her crotch. The cum that had trailed and pooled up down there, along with the drips on her thighs, were collected with a few fingers and then worked along the slit of her pussy.

Adrien moaned at the sight, then grew louder as she kissed him. She pressed up to his bare body and hooked a leg around his hip, clinging to Adrien as he felt up her ass and toyed with the useless belts around her form. Though this bliss was interrupted with a sudden grunt that came as his eyes drifted down.

Both Dupain-Cheng women were gently stroking along his shaft. They felt up each and every inch of well hung, well used flesh as they took to sharing his lips. One moment he’d be kissing on Sabine, the next Marinette would have his tongue. There was even a brief moment where the both of them, with no sense of hesitation, made out with each other.

Watching them kiss made Adrien’s lower half tingle, though he was truly spent. This was obvious as the feelings faded and the two gradually left his sides, his cock drooping and unable to stay at full attention despite all that. 

Not that he’d complain. He was far more satisfied than he’d expected to be when he woke up this morning. Adrien felt like a different person now, comfortable in both his physical nudity despite the public setting and his emotional, intimate side. More so than he may have ever been before. That haze of pleasure had given way to this new state of mind for Adrien.

A more proper sense of normalcy did return to the room, however, as changed as that normal was. Slowly that more primal, lustful state of mind subsided and Adrien found it in himself to move across the room towards his best friend with a smile.

Adrien held himself over the resting, very spent and satisfied - though in no way could he have been as satisfied as Adrien was - Nino with his hands on his bare hips. He felt calm and cocky, smug and confident in himself and his abilities in a way that was usually reserved for cat ears and leather.

“Hey, man, you good?” He asked with a grim, watching as Nino’s face slowly emerged from the hat he’d tugged down over it.

“Yeah,” Nino had to swallow as he sat up and fixed his posture. “Probably gonna be a bit sore tomorrow, but...whew.”

“I hear that.” Adrien snickered, glancing over at the women as they wiped themselves up with fresh towels. 

“You look pretty good,” Nino collected himself, his cock twitching as he eyed Adrien up and gave a playful nudge on his hip. “All things considered.”

“I, uh,” Adrien still felt some modesty, though he eyed up Nino’s cock just as much as he was his. “I had fun.”

“Good to hear.” Sabine welcomed herself into their conversation, offering Adrien a warm towel as Marinette did the same with Nino. 

“Talk about customer satisfaction.” Adrien warmly smiled at the older woman, stealing a kiss from her lips as he wiped up his crotch.

“I’ll say.” Nino chimed in. “Mrs. C, er, Sabine, you’re...a real trip.”

“Thank you, boys.” Sabine couldn’t help but give a playful bow. “More seriously, I do hope everything was to your liking.”

Nino nodded. “Definitely.”

“Yeah,” Adrien couldn’t stop staring at Marinette. When she looked back at him, the two shared a smile. “ Definitely .” 

“Good.” Sabine cooed as she moved towards the door. “I suppose we can get back to proper business now.”

Marinette collected their used towels with a smirk, depositing them in a pile before going back towards the kitchen. The boys watched her put on an apron before she went about preparing another round of baked goods, both staring at her ass until she disappeared around the corner.

“So, uh,” Nino seemed bashful, yet honest in defeat. “When do you want to rent that room?”

Adrien blushed, glancing up at Sabine’s tits before dipping his head down. “You don’t have to worry about that, dude.”

“Oh?” Nino cocked an eyebrow. “She too much for you, too, huh?”

“Er,” Adrien palmed at the back of his neck. “Not really, I’m just, y’know, rich.”

Nino laughed as he stood up on his somewhat wobbly knees. He eased an arm around his friend with a smile. 

“Nah, it’s good.” He still had breath to catch given the subtle panting under his breath, leaving Adrien to wonder how intense Sabine had been to him. “I got it, whenever you want. Fair and square and all that.”

“Alright, man.” Adrien relented, getting another glimpse at the nearly nude mother-daughter duo going back to work in the kitchen. “But at least let me cover lunch, yeah?” 

“Okay,” Nino agreed as the two parted to recover their lost clothing. “You can buy that, don’t want your ego going too crazy.”

Adrien moved towards his discarded outfit with a shared chuckle. He rummaged around and tugged his boxers out first, getting himself half dressed alongside Nino. They’d both nodded in a silent agreement to just collect their shirts as they decided on a table.

The idea of having both Sabine and Marinette to himself now, after being so thoroughly awoken to so much in such a short span of time, swirled in Adrien’s head. The things he wanted to see them do, to do to them. The things he could say to Marinette with Sabine’s help. So much potential left him feeling ecstatic despite how drained he was.

“Here you go.” Marinette delivered menus to the boys, either hand gently rubbing at their backs. 

The two smiled at one another, eager to be lost with each other again. Sabine and Nino both shared a knowing glance, then went back to doing what they were doing. He covered up with the menu, while she continued work preparing food.

“Thanks, Marinette.” Adrien eventually spoke, groping her ass until she squeaked before giving it a smack. 

“Mhm, of course.” Marinette stepped away, tossing her hair back over her shoulder with a wink and a low, hot tone to her voice. “Just be sure to let me know if you see anything you like.”