The Omnistore System



Maria took Kevin's penis inside her mouth one last time, making sure to clean it thoroughly. Her mouth created suction as she sucked the remaining semen out of his member. With nothing left inside, she used her fingers to gather the remnants from her face and slowly swallowed it all.

Kevin watched her in surprise and then chuckled, saying, "Mom, I wanna slap you."

Maria, still tasting, looked at Kevin with a puzzled expression, as if asking, "Why?"

Kevin smiled and explained, "Just for fun." He then put on his shorts and continued, "Now, I heading up and you should come to, after freshening up and cleaning your face. We don't want Riya getting any weird ideas. Oh, and don't forget to put on those new clothes and the butt plug."

With those words, Kevin left Maria to finish cleaning her face. She continued to savor the lingering taste of semen on her fingers, relishing it as if it were some addictive substance.

[Some seconds ago] 

Riya had successfully completed all the tasks Kevin had assigned to her. She glanced around to check if she had missed anything, but it seemed like she had everything in order. With a cheerful smile, she picked up the night clothes. "Let's give these fancy fabrics a try."  she mused. However, she realized that the only available changing room was the bathroom downstairs, which her mother was currently using.

Without a care in the world, thinking Kevin had left, Riya casually removed her shirt and pants. She stood there in just her dark blue panties, going braless on top. Her breasts were on full display, slightly smaller than Maria's but perfectly perky, with no sag at all. They swayed gently with her movements, and her nipples, though small, sported a dark pink hue that complemented her tanned skin nicely.

Kevin couldn't help but sneak a peek at Riya as she stood there in just her dark blue panties. He watched her as she put on the top piece of the night suit, and once she had closed the buttons, he couldn't resist teasing her, "What's going on there, buddy?"

Riya looked surprised but didn't immediately cover herself. She asked, somewhat annoyed, "How long have you been standing there?"

Kevin casually replied, "Just got here, why?" as he approached her.

Riya asked, "Did you go outside like that?" noticing that Kevin wasn't wearing his shirt.

Kevin looked at himself, even checking his face, and asked in surprise, "Why? is something wrong with my face?"

Riya chuckled and replied, "Yeah, everything."

Kevin shot her a disappointed look and quipped, "Yeah, yeah, real funny. Now, put on something decent or do you want to wander around like Mowgli..."

Riya chuckled, "Oh, I forgot," as she grabbed her shorts, "Who's Mowgli anyway?"

Kevin, realizing there's no Mowgli story here, replied, "No one." Then he got back to the task at hand, asking, "Did you put the chicken and vegetables to boil?"

Riya nodded, "Yeah, I started that just before you got here." She adjusted her purple shorts, which were a just tad larger than her panties, on her muscular thighs and ample rear.

Kevin seeing it couldn't help but said. "It's really short." 

Riya, looking down at her shorts, nodded in agreement and complained, "Next time, don't listen to mom, or just get them in a bigger size. But thanks anyway as they're really soft and comfortable. It's almost like I'm wearing nothing, just pure comfort." She ran her hand over the fabric, showing her contentment with a relaxed expression. 

"It's good then," Kevin said, stealing a quick glance at her thighs before turning to the cooking station. "It's already done, now let's make a broth," he said, and began preparing the ingredients for the broth, using the chicken-boiled water.

He gathered some ingredients from here and there, retrieving the boiled vegetables from the pot. Setting the water aside, he mashed the vegetables to create a vegetable gravy with some adding some spices. After taking out the boiled chicken, he added it to the gravy along with some butter. To enhance the flavor, he combined both the chicken and vegetable broths and placed the mixture on the stove.

"Now we wait," Kevin muttered, and Riya's mouth watered at the sight of the chicken.

"If I had known we were making chicken, I would have marinated it overnight for more flavor," Kevin muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction. He realized that making butter chicken required marinating the chicken for some time. "But who cares, at least it's edible," he thought to himself as he eagerly looked forward to enjoying the meal he was preparing.

Riya blushed, feeling a little guilty about her prolonged bathroom time and the secret escapade in there. With a forced smile, she approached them and replied, "Oh, just some washing. What did you two cook up here?"

Kevin looked her up and down, taking in the sight of her in the night suit he had bought. The dark red color complemented her mature face perfectly, and her slightly damp black hair cascading over her shoulders added to her beauty. The shirt of the night clothes draped over her ample chest, showcasing her curves, and the shorts, though extremely short, covered just enough of her generous bottom.

"Butter chicken, mixed broth, and some shrimp fried rice," Riya said, chuckling at her own joke.

Maria, a bit confused, hadn't heard the joke, so Kevin stepped in to clarify. "Stop with the terrible dad jokes, Riya. It's shrimp fried rice, Mom."

Maria nodded in understanding, and Riya looked annoyed. Kevin didn't pay much attention to her annoyance and continued, "Let's eat it on the futon; it's the best way to enjoy a meal in the cold, right?"

As he said this, he couldn't help but think, 'Aren't these two feeling cold in these shorts clothes?'

However, seeing their relieved expressions and nods to eat dinner on the futon, he smiled, thinking, "are you two cold?" 

Both of them nodded, and Kevin asked, "Then why did you wear them?"

"Why not? It's the first time you bought us clothes, so of course, we're gonna wear it, right, Mom?" Riya said as she grabbed the futon from the side.

Maria nodded and helped her place it in the center of the room.