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After closing his bedroom door, Lyon opens his eyes, listening to his two sisters chatting in the hallway. The murmur faded as time passed.
Lying on his back, Lyon stares intently at the ceiling, his arms and legs outstretched. In his mind, there is no guilt or regret for having had sex with his foster mother; instead, a phrase repeats itself over and over.
There are no limits.
A phrase that means nothing to many, but for Lyon, it's a world of possibilities and the stupid grin on his face confirms it.
Lyon doesn't take long to recognize the answer and instead smiles calmly, radiating an absurd confidence before finally getting out of bed.
The sheet on the bed is a mess with visible, dried stains, but Lyon doesn't even look at them or open the window to air out the strong smell of sex. He simply walks to the closet, grabs the first towel he sees, and slings it over his shoulder before turning around to go to the bathroom.
Lyon leaves his room completely naked and walks leisurely down the hall toward the bathroom.
Once inside, he closes the door without locking it and heads straight for the shower.
Minutes later, after getting out of the shower, Lyon wraps the towel around his waist before leaving the bathroom. Out in the hallway, with an idea in mind, he doesn't go back to his room to get dressed. Instead, he walks toward the stairs to the first floor.
On the first floor, Lyon walks towards the kitchen. It doesn't take him long to arrive and find Lucrecia looking visibly carefree and humming a familiar song while preparing breakfast.
"It's good that..." Before she can finish her sentence, Lucrecia looks up and sees Lyon, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel.
Lucrecia's eyes widen in surprise, and she asks, "What the hell are you doing?" as she rushes towards Lyon and tries to cover his bare torso with both hands.
"I came to have breakfast," the boy replies, without the slightest hint of worry in his voice or on his face. But Lucrecia didn't even listen to the answer before grabbing the boy's hand and leading him toward the stairs to the second floor.
The image was as if Lucrecia wanted to hide her lover. "What if one of the girls comes down and sees you like this?" the woman commented worriedly, while looking at the top of the stairs, as if at any moment one of her daughters could appear without warning, and finished by saying, "Thank goodness, Hector is gone." Upon hearing this last part, a faint but meaningful smile appeared on Lyon's face.
Seeing this smile, Lucrecia's body trembled for no reason, and she let go of the boy's hand, slowly taking a couple of steps back. "Lyon, Lyon, no, Lyon, no!" the woman said, visibly frightened.
"No?...No, what?" the boy asks, his gaze glancing down at Lucrecia's heaving chest.
The woman doesn't answer, afraid of provoking a much wilder reaction, but silently shakes her head several times as she continues walking backward without turning her back.
Lyon inhales and exhales slowly, watching as Lucrecia's nipples gradually harden beneath her dress until they are clearly visible. "Come on, let's do it on the dining table." The boy hasn't even pointed yet, but Lucrecia is already shaking her head repeatedly, saying in a soft voice, "No...No...No."
Lyon simply smiles at Lucrecia's refusal, but he doesn't give up before asking again. "How about on the counter?" He points to the kitchen island that separates the kitchen from the dining room, right in front of the sink.
This time the spot is more hidden, and incredibly, Lucrecia doesn't answer immediately. While she thinks about it, she doesn't confirm, but she doesn't completely deny it either.
Come on, the idea is on the table, or rather, on the counter.
Lucrecia forgets to answer when she sees Lyon's body move several meters forward with just a couple of steps.
In just a couple of milliseconds, those four meters that separated them were reduced to nothing when Lyon takes her hand. "Ow." The woman speaks, visibly frightened, but the boy hugs her waist and presses his body against Lucrecia's.
"No, Lyon," Lucrecia manages to say, but the boy strikes her lips with a deep kiss that lasts several seconds. When their first kiss ends, the woman lightly hits the boy's chest.
Before the second kiss, she glances up the stairs as Lyon drags Lucrecia toward the counter, without offering the slightest resistance.
Lucrecia wraps both hands around Lyon's neck for a comfortable lift, while he lowers his hand for a better grip on her rear.
Lyon lowers Lucrecia's body, and she leans her back against the counter. "Take off your panties," he orders, and she nods, showing complete obedience to Lyon's words.
She lifts her dress above her thighs, then slowly grasps and pulls down a pair of black lace panties.
The moment her panties fall to the floor, Lyon also unties and drops his towel, revealing a shaft-hard piece of meat.
Lucrecia swallows a mouthful of saliva, then bites her lip.
They exchange a brief but meaningful look of understanding for a few seconds, then the boy kicks both garments away in an unknown direction, before lifting Lucrecia up and sitting her on the counter.
She, in turn, opens her legs, exposing her pink and tender honey pot to the boy's gaze.
Lyon, meanwhile, partially opens his mouth, but the tip of his tongue is covered with a thin layer of electric sky-blue saliva.
This striking and unusual event doesn't go unnoticed by Lucrecia, who is left speechless, her mouth agape, trying to articulate her next word. "You...You...You...are...you're." She stammers uncontrollably, unable to get it right.
Lyon rolls his eyes and, with a smile on his face, asks, "What? What?" Lucrecia's eyes say it all, and without looking away, she remarks, "You're awakened ." Lyon, without the slightest consideration for the matter, ends up nodding, confirming several times.
"Now let me prove it." With that, Lyon opens his mouth again and sticks out his tongue, its tip dripping with electric saliva, as he lowers his head between Lucrecia's legs.
"Good heavens, you're a cultivator, an awakened cultivator. What's your percentage? 2%, 5%, or maybe 10%?" the woman asks, even more excited, completely forgetting the boy's actions.
Until suddenly the tip of Lyon's tongue touches the top of the honey pot, more specifically that little ball of meat.
The reaction to the simple, brief, superficial touch causes every muscle in Lucrecia's body to tense so intensely that the veins in her neck bulge, her face flushes red, and her eyes roll back in her head. But what should be a loud shriek never escapes her throat.
A series of faint spasms follows throughout her body, and her nectar is so ridiculously abundant that it forms a small puddle between her legs, staining her beautiful white dress.
Beyond her legendary reaction, the woman manages to regain her senses and, with both hands, firmly grasps Lyon's head before pulling it back between her legs. She tries to recapture that addictive feeling.
But it never comes. Instead, Lyon's tongue dances over her intimate parts like a worm in a hot pan.
The sensation Lucrecia seeks again never appears, and instead, there's such a relaxing feeling that the woman throws her head back, while one hand pushes the boy's head down to her crotch and the other rests it on the countertop. "Oh, drink like that, make Mommy happy." She says it loud and clear.
Before achieving her second ending, the woman lies down, lifts her legs, and opens them. (M)
The invitation was out, and Lyon would be a fool if he didn't understand, because at this point, all he had to do was push his hips forward and direct his axis. But before he could take action, a voice called from the second floor.
"Lyon." It was Lucy'sunmistakable voice in the second-floor hallway.
Without thinking, the boy turned around and ran towards the basement door, grabbing a towel on the way. Meanwhile, Lucrecia jumped up and leaped to the sink, grabbing a dishcloth.
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Five minutes earlier.....
The moment Lucy'sopens her eyes, she immediately gets out of bed and leaves her room topless, wearing purple Gbobby lace panties.
She goes out into the hallway, reaches Lyon's room, and without stopping, opens the door, but Lyon is nowhere to be seen. Instead, his sister Daisy is standing next to the bed.
Daisy was deep in thought, looking as if she were examining a crime scene.
Oddly enough, Daisy wasn't surprised by her sister Lucia's arrival. Instead, she nodded, hands on her hips, as if Lucy's sudden appearance confirmed something very important.
"What are you doing here?" Lucy asked, annoyed.
Daisy deliberately ignored her sister's question and pointed to herself. "Me?" she asked, looking surprised.
"Yes," Lucy replied, nodding a few times, and then, in a more annoyed tone, added, "What are you doing here?"
"Me?" Daisy asks again, even more surprised, and then continues as if nothing in the room has anything to do with her, while looking in various directions as if she's searching for something important.
"Nothing." With that, the girl shrugs and walks around the room looking for any clues.
A few meters away, next to the bed, lies a pair of jeans, and in the back pocket is a visibly burned smartphone.
Daisy picks up the jeans and takes the device out of the pocket, checks it a couple of times before putting it back on the floor as she found it.
"What are you doing?" Lucy asked from behind her.
This time Daisy didn't even turn back to look at her sister, as she continued searching and kicked things off the floor. "Nothing, I'm just trying to find something that will give me some kind of advantage."
"With Lyon.?" Lucy asked, somewhat surprised.
Daisy immediately shook her head. "No, not with Lyon." She said hurriedly, as if any delay in her answer might cause a misunderstanding with her adoptive brother.
After a short silence, Daisy added, "With Mom."
"Mom?" Lucy asked, somewhat surprised and curious, what would lead her sister Daisy to take advantage of their own mother. Lucy remained completely silent, afraid of interrupting her younger sister's thoughts.
"Come on, let's go down to the kitchen."
"To the kitchen?"
Daisy rolled her eyes and replied, "Stop repeating everything I say. You seem to have a defined..." The girl pointed at her head before walking towards the exit.
The two girls didn't take long to reach the stairs, but before going down, they heard a strange moan... It was their mother's voice.
Lucy stopped her sister before going down the stairs and made a shushing gesture with her finger to her lips. "Wait, wait, let's use this to our advantage."
"How the hell can we use this?" Daisy points toward the kitchen. "Lyon's fucking with Mom."
Lucy shakes her head. "No, look closely." After a few seconds, she points to the front door. "Go around the house and wait for Lyon in the basement."
"And what if Lyon doesn't come down?" Daisy asks, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"But if Lyon comes down, you'll let him fuck you." Lucy asks in a whisper that confuses her sister, but before she can answer, she adds, "If not, let me go down to the basement first. I'll text you when I get there." Before Lucy can take a step, Daisy stops her, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking her head. "I'll go first, I'll text you when I get there."
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