With sudden the celebratory dinner was officially over, leaving behind a battlefield of gleaming porcelain and wine-stained glasses. I'd successfully navigated the interrogation about my latest acquisitions in Hollywood—Riana and Cardi Bee—confirming not only their signing to Meteor Studio but also their immediate reassignment to the role of 'side-hoe.' My family, in this hypersexualized future, simply cheered on my ambition.
Now, it was time for the decompression phase.
"Ahh~" I settled into the oversized curved sofa in the living room, the memory foam conforming perfectly to my frame. The lighting in the living was always set to a warm, indirect glow, designed to make everyone look perpetually rested and slightly glamorous.
"God, I needed that, Thanks mom," I sighed, sipping the chamomile infusion Mom had prepared. The tea was expertly brewed, not too hot, just soothing enough to counter the richness of the roast we'd just finished. The aroma of citrus and sleepiness filled the air.
Mom and Aunt Vera were seated opposite me, looking relaxed yet still sharp, their expressions soft with post-dinner content.
"It was a lovely meal, Sael," Vera said, cradling her own cup, the steam curling delicately around her manicured hand. "It's good to have you back home…. These dinners just aren't the same without you."
"I'll try not to run off to the other side of the planet for another three weeks, then," I replied with a wry smile.
Bella and Emily had already made their exit moments earlier.
"We're going to hit the room," Bella announced, already halfway down the hall.
"I think Emily wants me to fail miserably at that new 'Ninja Dash' simulation."
"I just want to see you try to look graceful when you trip over a polygonal box, Bella!" Emily chirped back before their door clicked shut.
Nadia, remained for a moment longer, stretching luxuriously in the doorway, her fitted dress hugging her famously ample frame. She looked rested, despite—or perhaps because of—the events of the past twenty-four hours.
"I'm heading for an early night, girls," Nadia announced, addressing Cathy and Vera. She turned her bright, confident gaze toward me, a specific, knowing glint in her eyes.
"I need the rest, unfortunately…. Our man over here is absolutely insatiable yesterday…."
"Hmm?~" Cathy and Vera exchanged a quick, amused glance. This was common territory in our house.
"You did that, even after all your, escapades in Hollywood?, Sael," Mom teased.
"If you're wearing out your grandma, how are you ever going to handle two more?"
Nadia chuckled, but then her face took on an exaggerated pout of fatigue.
"Oh, darling, you have no idea," Nadia said, addressing Cathy and Vera specifically.
"It wasn't just physical labor; it was emotional labor, too…. I spent all day yesterday trying to satisfy his lust."
She paused, tapping a painted nail against her chest. "And now? I am sore."
My blood pressure, which had dropped nicely with the chamomile, spiked slightly. Nadia was notorious for her TMI when it comes to this type of stuff, but she always found the most effective ways to deliver it.
Mom and Vera's eyes widened simultaneously. This wasn't the usual, delicate acknowledgment of intimacy; this was a pointed declaration of intense Sex.
"Sore, Nadia?" Vera asked, her voice pitched high with curiosity. "Is that true, Sael? Were you not gentle with your grandma?"
I shrugged innocently. "I try to be respectful of age, Auntie, but sometimes… You, know… the moment takes me."
"Look" Nadia took two casual steps closer to the sofa, turning slightly so the soft light caught her silhouette. She reached up with an almost theatrical slowness and pulled the neckline of her clinging top down—just enough to reveal the rounded slope of one of her legendary, heavy breasts.
"Oh my," Cathy and Vera gasped, not at the display of cleavage, but at the sheer size of the dark areola that became visible.
And then they saw the marks.
Small, precise indentations, shallow but unmistakable against the flushed skin—my teeth marks.
"My God, Nadia," Cathy whispered, her own hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth.
"Yes, my God, Cathy," Nadia confirmed, a smug, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She adjusted her top so the marks were fully visible.
"He wouldn't stop, would you, Sael? Just sucked and licked and wouldn't let go. He kept calling it 'Grandma's Special Milk,' and honestly, he seemed utterly addicted."
She looked directly at me, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
Cathy and Vera were staring at the marks, then back at me, their expressions a mix of judgment, fascination, and, frankly, deep-seated arousal.
I met their combined gaze calmly, finished the last sip of my tea, and placed the cup down with a delicate clink on the coaster.
"They are spectacular," I confirmed, nodding toward Nadia's chest. "And yes, I love her milk tremendously."
"Haha~" Nadia let out a soft, throaty laugh and leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, lingering kiss that tasted faintly of the wine we'd had with dinner and something uniquely, sweetly her.
"I love your loving, too, darling boy," she murmured against my mouth.
The moment she straightened up, PAH!
My back stung. Not hard, but certainly firm enough to get my attention.
"Ow! What gives, Mom?!" I turned to see Mom glaring at me, though her cheeks were flushed crimson.
"Sael Hardcox!" Cathy scolded, her tone maternal and stern.
"That is your grandmother! You should be gentle! Do you hear me? Look at her, you brute!"
"But, she's practically glowing, Mom," I argued, rubbing the slightly shocked spot on my back.
Vera chimed in, echoing Cathy but with a mischievous undertone. "Cathy's right, Sael…. Nadia is older… You have to be respectful of her stamina. You can't just treat her like you treat a teenager—or those pop stars you brought back."
Before I could mount a defense, Nadia stepped forward, placing a proprietary hand on my shoulder. She was fully backing me up.
"Nonsense, girls," Nadia said, dismissing their concerns with a flick of her wrist. "Don't listen to them, Sael…. What they call being a 'brute,' I call being a man."
She squeezed my shoulder, her fingers digging in slightly. "What I love about my Sael is that he takes what he wants. He's powerful and demanding…. That's what a woman needs, especially a woman like me who knows exactly what she likes."
Nadia looked Mom and Vera dead in the eye, her posture radiating confidence and experienced fulfillment.
"I felt fulfilled by that kind of manly loving session," she stated simply.
"I felt taken, completely…. And frankly, after the past year of having him back in our lives, I expected nothing less than his full, aggressive attention."
Her expression shifted from defensive to conspiratorial. She leaned slightly toward them, lowering her voice, but keeping it loud enough for me to hear every delicious detail.
"And since I managed to survive his lust for the past two days, it's now time for the rotation," Nadia announced, her smile widening into a predatory grin.
"Tonight, both of you are serving him. You need to step up and make sure he is satiated…. You know how important his focus is for his works… and him as a man."
Cathy and Vera, who had been listening intently to Nadia's description of my 'manly loving,' broke out into spectacular, wide smiles. The flush on their faces deepened from embarrassment to pure, unadulterated anticipation.
"Well, if it's for him, I suppose we must," Vera said, trying and failing to sound reluctant.
"Duty calls, of course, as his mom, I would always be ready for him.." Mom agreed, her eyes already fixed on me.
Nadia gave me a final, knowing glance, a gleam of satisfaction that she had secured my schedule for the evening.
"Be ready for my Sael's big cock, girls," she warned, her voice dropping to a seductive purr.
"He has improved so much…. He will surely fill both of you completely."
This caused both Cathy's and Vera's eyebrows to shoot up in unison, a silent, delighted query hanging in the air.
Nadia, sensing the doubt or perhaps just enjoying the shock value, drove her final point home. She placed both hands over her lower abdomen, right below her navel. The dress was already tight, but now, she pushed slightly, making a subtle, slight apparent bulge visible in the fabric.
It was just the slightest convexity, a result of the intense, deep pressure she had just described.
"He fucked my womb so deep last night, I swear I am filled to the brim even now," she boasted, rubbing the slight bulge lightly.
"Enjoy the results of his hard work, ladies…. I need eight hours of beauty sleep before I can take that kind of punishment again."
With that final, explosive declaration, Nadia winked, blew a kiss to the three of us, and turned, heading down the hall toward her bedroom.
"Thud!" The door shut softly behind her, leaving the living room bathed once more in the warm, expectant silence. I took a deep breath; the lingering aroma of chamomile now laced with high-octane sexual tension. The game had officially begun.
I was now alone with Mom and Aunt Vera.
Mom shifted on the sofa, her posture becoming abruptly shy. She avoided my direct gaze, instead focusing on the pattern of the Persian rug.
"Sael," she started, her voice barely above a whisper.
I didn't answer right away. Instead, I stood up, walked around the small coffee table, and slid onto the sofa right next to her. I immediately draped my arm over her shoulders and pulled her close, resting my head against hers.
"What is it, Mom?" I teased, my voice low and husky.
"Nadia… she really said you—you fucked her womb deep?" Cathy asked, the question laced with a nervous energy that belied her years of accumulated sexual experience. Even in our society, that kind of depth was considered an achievement.
I hugged her waist tightly, pulling her supple body flush against my side. Her core was warm, and I could feel the rapid pulse in her chest.
"I don't know…. Do you think I did?" I asked, playing coy.
Vera, who had been watching the interaction intently, suddenly leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She lacked Nadia's casual bravado, but her curiosity was overwhelming.
"Sael, tell us the truth," Vera demanded softly. "Did you really go that deep? To the point of making her look… full?"
I met Vera's gaze, my eyes dark with desire. They knew the answer, of course. They just needed me to confirm the level of my current sexual aggression—the aggression they were about to face.
"Yes," I stated simply, pulling Mom closer until her breath caught in her throat. "I did…. You know me, when I get going, I don't leave any space left."
Mom visually struggled with the confirmation. Her cheeks were scarlet, and she actually tucked her chin to her chest, trying to hide her reaction.
"Well," Cathy mumbled into my shirt, "it certainly looks like you've… improved since the last time."
I chuckled softly, planting a firm kiss on the top of her head. "I have, Mom. My training regime has been very thorough."
Now that the depth of the activity had been established, the shyness seemed to dissipate, replaced by a growing excitement. Their eyes started to reflect the same predatory anticipation Nadia had possessed.
I didn't loosen my hold on Cathy, but I extended my other arm toward Vera, reaching across the gap until my hand settled firmly around her trim waist.
"Come here, Auntie," I commanded gently.
Vera didn't hesitate. She slid across the cushion, fitting herself into my strong embrace, her warm body pressing against my other side.
I had both beautiful women secured, one on each arm, their bodies cooperative, their breathing quickening with expectation. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine perfume and the heavy silence of mutual agreement.
"So, based on the evidence available tonight," I murmured, looking from Mom's flushed face to Vera's shining eyes, "you both think I'm going to be rough?"
"We hope so," Vera whispered, leaning her head back slightly.
"I think," Mom added, gripping my arm tightly, "that if it's what you want… we can handle it just fine… after all, we are not some, teenage virgins~".
"Well, If you say so, Mom" I smiled, a wide, satisfied grin.
Needless to say, Nadia's dramatic flair and explicit phrasing—complete with a knowing wink when she mentioned that "Sael and I had been fucking like rabbits yesterday"—had served as a powerful reminder to the rest of the women in the room. Grandma had always been a fantastic hype woman, especially when the subject was my sexual prowess.
The energy in the living room shifted instantly. It went from a casual, celebratory dinner atmosphere to something thick, heavy, and undeniably primal.
I didn't even have to look at them to know what was happening. My internal system, honed by years of living in a hypersexualized society and further sharpened by my analytical mind, registered the change immediately. It was the scent. The distinct, metallic-sweet aroma of female arousal and pheromones, currently being pumped out by two of my favorite women: Mom and Vera.
They sat close to me, Mom on my left, Vera on my right, both of them silent now, though their eyes sparkled with a hungry, shared intensity. They weren't just excited; they were vibrating with urgent need, fueled equally by Nadia's bragging and the sheer proximity to a highly desired alpha male who happened to be their son/nephew.
Damn, Grandma really knows how to set the mood, I thought, suppressing a smile. It's nice to be wanted this badly.
My hands were resting loosely on my thighs, but before I could make a move, they were claimed.
Mom's hand, soft and possessing an almost frightening level of sexual intuition, slid down my inner thigh with casual efficiency. She found my crotch instantly, her palm caressing the already strained fabric of my shorts. My erection surged and jumped at the contact, eager and aggressive.
"Mmm," Mom purred, her eyes fixed on mine, heavy-lidded and dark with lust. "You're just pulsing, aren't you, Sael? That must have been some rabbit fucking Nadia was talking about."
Simultaneously, Vera's hand moved in on the complementary action. She focused on the base—my balls. Her fingers were firm and masterful, gently massaging and squeezing the heavy sack with a practiced rhythm that made my breath hitch.
"Don't hog him, Cathy," Vera murmured, leaning in so close I could smell the expensive, sugary perfume she wore, now cut through with that raw, sharp smell of her own mounting desire.
"We waited patiently while you were out conquering Hollywood, sweetie…. Now it's our turn for attention."
"Hmmm~" A low, guttural sound escaped me—a sound of pure contentment.
"I love your hands," I told them, my voice slightly raspy, leaning back my head against the sofa cushion and letting their synchronized assault wash over me. "Both of you…. Don't stop."
Mom chuckled, a rich, satisfied sound. She tightened her grip slightly on my shaft, eliciting a sharp intake of air from me.
"We won't, darling," she promised. Then, she leaned closer, dropping her voice to a suggestive whisper that cut through the haze of pleasure.
"And guess what, Sael? Something else has come in for you."
Vera nodded eagerly, her eyes shining. "The pills, sweetie. They worked like magic… Look at these babies~ I'm full of milk for you~."
"I've been full since yesterday evening," Mom added, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "When I stood up this morning, my shirt was already damp…. That's all yours, baby."
The confirmation that they had successfully started lactating—meaning their already massive breasts were now swollen, heavy, and full of milk specifically for me—triggered an immediate, intense surge of possessive desire. The simple caressing of hands was no longer sufficient.
Hearing that their breasts were now ripe, heavy, and full of warm milk for me—a tangible, physical manifestation of their devotion and biological function—I reacted instinctively. My hands shot out from the sofa arms like two precision missiles aimed at their targets.
"GRAB!!" I didn't stroke them; I grabbed them.
"GRAB!! SQUUEEZZEE~!!!" My hands clamped down hard on the giant, heavy globes of Mom's and Vera's breasts. They were so immense that even with my large hands, I could barely cup the entirety of one without digging my fingers into their sides. I squeezed, rough and possessive, instantly testing the weight and density.
"Oh!" Mom gasped, arching her back sharply.
"Ahn! Sael!" Vera's head snapped back, a wave of pleasure and shock washing over her face.
I pulled them toward me, forcing them to lean over the sofa's edge, my grip tightening aggressively. This wasn't gentle foreplay; this was a hungry claiming of property.
"God, they feel amazing," I muttered, kneading the soft, yielding flesh under my palms. They weighed a ton each, and the tenderness radiating from the pressure confirmed their fullness.
"SQUIRT!!" As I rough-handled them, my fingers instantly detected the dampness I was seeking—a delicious, tell-tale wetness that had soaked into their expensive silk shirts and bras. The scent of sweet, fresh milk, mixed with their heat, hit my nose.
I let go of Vera's left breast and pulled down the neckline of Mom's shirt with one finger. There it was: a perfect, small patch of clear wetness spreading out from the center of her bra cup. A milk stain, small but potent, gleaming against the dark silk.
I did the same for Vera. Her patch was slightly larger, visible against the lighter fabric.
The sight—that undeniable proof that their bodies were producing sustenance for me, leaking milk from the sheer pressure and excitement—made my dick throb with painful intensity. It was intensely exciting, a visual confirmation of their transformation.
Mom and Vera looked at each other and then back at me, sharing a moment of amused, deeply aroused synchronicity.
Mom chuckled, a full, throaty sound. "Do you like the sight, Sael? Does that get your dick hard?"
"Don't be shy, baby," Vera prompted, her voice breathless. "Tell us what you see."
I didn't hesitate. I never hesitate when it comes to expressing my desires to them.
"I do, Mom," I stated, my eyes locked on the milk patch blooming over her nipple. "I like it A LOT!!... It's perfect. It's exactly what I wanted to see."
"Good boy," Mom replied, her eyes flashing. She reached out and lightly ran a fingertip over the wet patch on her own shirt, savoring the moment.
Vera licked her lips, her arousal escalating with my blatant admiration. "Then you know what, Sael? We should probably stop teasing you out here in the living room…. We need to actually feed you this milk. Right now."
"Definitely," I agreed immediately, standing up with a swift, decisive movement that pulled both their hands off my groin. The soft, sweet torture was over. The serious business was about to begin.
"Let's go. Now."
We moved with a speed born of pure, unfettered lust, walking immediately toward Mom's bedroom—the largest and most well-insulated room in the apartment, perfect for noisy activities.
The door to Mom's bedroom closed with a heavy thud, instantly sealing us off from the rest of the world and creating a private sanctuary of impending chaos. There was no need for words, no need for negotiation. The air was thick with the promise of raw, immediate satisfaction.
The three of us undressed quickly, our movements fueled by desperation. Clothes dropped to the floor in puddles of silk and technical fiber.
I stripped down to nothing, admiring the landscape that unfolded before me. Mom and Vera stood side-by-side, massive, magnificent, and utterly willing.
Mom stood tall, her skin glowing softly in the dim, curated light of the room. Her body was the definition of fecund beauty: giant, heavy breasts that seemed to defy gravity, a flat, toned stomach, and a giant, juicy ass that looked soft enough to sink into. Vera mirrored her, perhaps even slightly more curvaceous, her hips flaring beautifully, her nipples already stiff and engorged.
The sight of their combined, goddess-like bodies—two queens of flesh, standing ready—made my cock surge even harder, throbbing with a painful demand for release.
"Look, Baby," Mom commanded, her voice husky and low, radiating pride.
They stood next to each other, hands moving in perfect coordination to cup the underside of their enormous breasts, lifting the heavy globes higher and pushing their nipples forward.
"Look at what we made for you," Vera finished, her eyes drilling into mine.
Then, slowly, deliberately, they both began to pinch their nipples.
"GRAB!! SQQUUEEZZEE!!" Not a gentle caress, but a firm, possessive squeeze. The soft pressure was enough to trigger the flow that had been building inside them all day.
"DRIP!!" Milk started to leak out.
First, a single, clear drop on Mom's left nipple, catching the light like a perfect pearl, then another, quickly followed by a thin, steady stream that began to flow straight down the curve of her breast.
"SQUIIRRRTT!!!" Vera's response was even faster; her nipples, already taut, began to spray in tiny, excited spurts.
The sight was devastatingly hot. The contrast of their powerful, mature bodies and the infant-like offering of fresh milk was an intoxicating blend of the primal and the perverse.
"Perfect," I breathed, taking a rapid step forward. "Just FUCKING perfect."
My hands were magnets, instantly drawn back to the source. I grabbed Mom's left breast and Vera's right breast simultaneously, cupping and fondling them to my liking, ignoring their size differential and focusing only on the glorious heft.
"SQQUUEEZZEE!! GRAB!!" I squeezed and lifted, rotated and kneaded, applying rough, demanding pressure.
"Mmmmngh! Ngh♥ Ughh♥" Mom moaned loudly, her back arching again.
"hng? H-haah?! God, Sael, they're so sensitive!" Vera gasped, her voice already cracking with pleasure.
I loved that. I liked the fragility mixed with their sheer size. It made me want to push the limits, to prove how sensitive they truly were to my touch.
I pulled my fingers away from the main mass of Mom's breast, focusing exclusively on her nipple, which was thick and hard from the stimulation and the fullness. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, hard, and rotated my wrist, pulling the sensitive tip outward.
"Ahn!PAH! Don't stop, Sael, please!" Mom cried out, the physical impact of the rough handling echoing the sound of my palm slapping against the curve of her breast.
I repeated the rough handling on Vera's side, cupping her breast with one hand while the other pinched and pulled her nipple sharply. I yanked it, testing the elasticity, relishing her loud, immediate reaction.
"You love that force, don't you, Vera?" I snarled, my voice low and dominant, pulling her nipple hard, milking the sensitive base.
"Yes! Pull it! God, pull it as hard as you want! Pa-AHH!"
I increased the intensity, alternating between hard squeezes, rough kneading, and sharp, possessive pulling of their nipples. The milk was flowing more freely now, slicking my fingers and coating the skin of their breasts, making the manipulation easier and slicker.
"PAH! PAH!" The sound of my hands hitting their soft flesh was loud and rhythmic in the quiet room.
I was focused entirely on their breasts, treating them like two massive, perfect, living toys. I wanted to see how far I could take them just with this hyper-sensitive area.
"Tell me you're mine," I demanded, twisting Mom's nipple viciously. "Tell me everything you have is for me."
Mom gasped, tears of pleasure welling in the corners of her eyes. "It's yours, Sael! All of it! The milk, the body, everything!"
I slid my hand down to Vera's breast and started vibrating my fingers rapidly over the sensitive apex, overwhelming the nerve endings.
"And you, Vera?"
Vera was trembling violently now, her knees threatening to buckle. "Yes! Papi!! Yours! Make me come, I need to come! PAH! PAH!"
The overload was too much. The rough, prolonged, intense focus on their most sensitive parts—already engorged and hyper-active from the lactation and arousal—sent them crashing over the edge.
Mom cried out first, a ragged, tortured sound. Her body went stiff, her back arching so violently that her enormous breasts swung forward.
"AAHH!!! GUOOOOOO!!!!~"
She came instantly, a rush of internal muscle contractions that seized her entire frame, locking her in a standing orgasm purely triggered by my aggressive handling of her milk-filled chest.
A heartbeat later, Vera followed, her scream slightly higher but just as potent.
"OH! AAHH!!! AAHH! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH~"
She sagged against me, utterly spent, her eyes wide and unfocused. Milk was dripping steadily from both of them now, splattering onto the floor, glistening on their taut skin.
They had both cum purely from breast stimulation while standing naked before me.
"Good girls," I murmured, satisfaction thrumming through my veins. The sight of their post-orgasmic, milk-slicked bodies was the perfect prelude.
I took the thick, hard nipple of Mom's breast into my mouth, not for feeding yet, but for a quick, possessive suckle, pulling hard.
"Schlurp. Schluuup."
Mom, and Vera, lay against the foot of the bed, their bodies gleaming under the soft, ambient glow of the mood-lighting.
Their heavy, milk-full breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the peaks still hard and sensitive. I could feel the aftershocks of their orgasms still vibrating through my fingers, a pleasant, tingling memory.
I didn't let the moment settle. Momentum was everything. As Vera's final moan faded into a soft sigh, I moved. I cupped the back of my mom's head, my fingers tangling in her damp hair, and brought her mouth to mine.
"Mmmph!"
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was sloppy, wet, and loud. A reclaiming. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and she yielded instantly, a low, grateful groan vibrating from her throat into mine. The sound was obscene and perfect.
"Schlurp. Schluuup. SSLLRRPPP!!!" At the same time, my other hand, fingers slick with Vera's excitement, found its way back between her thighs.
"Ah! Papi!!!" Vera gasped, her back arching off the carpet.
"You love that, don't you, Auntie?" I murmured against my mom's lips before diving back in for another taste.
My fingers worked her relentlessly, a hard, piston-like rhythm that made her whole-body jolt with every thrust. "You love my fingers fucking your tight little pussy… aren't you,"
"Yes!" she cried out, her voice hoarse.
"God, yes! So deep! Don't stop, baby, please don't stop! Fuck me with them! Ugh! Ughk!"
I could feel her walls fluttering, tightening around my digits, but I held her right on the edge. I broke the slobbering kiss with my mom with a final, wet "smack" and turned my full attention to Vera. Our eyes locked, hers glazed with pure, unadulterated need.
"It's your turn, Vera," I said, my voice a low growl.
I crashed my lips onto hers, swallowing her next moan. This kiss was even messier, more desperate. Our teeth clacked together lightly.
"Mmph♥ Chuuu Schlurp. Schluuup." And as I kissed her, I switched my assault. My wet fingers, now glistening with Vera's essence, drove into my mother.
"SShhliiikk!!! PAK!!" Cathy's reaction was instantaneous and explosive. A sharp, guttural scream was torn from her throat, muffled only by our passionate exchange. Her hips bucked wildly, trying to force my fingers even deeper inside her.
"AAHHH! SAEL!" she shrieked, her nails digging into my forearm. "Right there! Yes! Oh, fuck, that's the spot! Your fingers… they feel so big! So good! OOooohhh!!!!"
"Squish. Squelch. Squish. PAK!! PAK!!" I fucked her with my hand, the sound a slick, rhythmic counterpoint to our frantic kissing.
"You like that, Mom?" I growled into Vera's mouth, my words meant for both of them. "You like how I finger-fuck your cunt? You like being stretched by your son?"
"I love it!" she wailed, her composure shattering. "I love your fingers in my pussy! I love it! I'm gonna— OOOOHHHHHH!!!!~!"
"FFUUUCCCCKKK!!!! Spluuurt." Her body went rigid. A tidal wave of convulsions seized her.
"Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt!" Her release was sudden and intense, soaking my hand and the carpet beneath her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and with a final, shuddering gasp, her strength gave out.
"AH! AH! HAH!" She slid bonelessly from the edge of the bed and collapsed onto the floor, landing in a heap of limp, satisfied limbs, panting like she'd just run a marathon.
I left her there, a contented puddle of bliss. My hunger wasn't nearly sated. My gaze fell on Vera, her eyes wide, watching her sister's fate with a mixture of awe and frantic anticipation. She was next.
"GRAB!!" I didn't say a word. I just grabbed her by the hips, manhandling her until she was bent over the side of the bed, her magnificent ass presented to me. I leaned down, my mouth latching onto one of her swollen, leaking breasts.
"Schlurp. Schluuup. Gulp." I drank from her hard, the warm, sweet milk flooding my mouth and trickling down my chin. It was primal, claiming. At the same time, my hand came down on her ass cheek in a sharp, stinging blow.
"PAH!"
"AY!!" She yelped, a sound of pure pleasure-pain, and pushed her ass back towards me, begging for more.
"PAH!" I gave her another, the red imprint of my hand blossoming on her pale skin.
"You see what happens?" I said, my voice rough between sucks on her nipple. "You see what happens to greedy aunts who can't keep their hands to themselves at the dinner table?"
"Yes!" she moaned, her voice muffled by the bedsheets.
"PAH!" Another slap, on the other cheek now. "You thought it was a good idea to tease me? To let your tits jiggle like that while you served the food?"
"I'm sorry!" she cried, though she was anything but. "I couldn't help it! Please!"
"Squish. Squelch." My fingers found her sopping wetness again, plunging back into her heat with a renewed ferocity.
"AAHH!!!" she screamed, her body bowing under the twin sensations of pain and pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck me, Sael! Please, make me cum! I need it! I need it so bad!"
"You'll cum when I say you can cum," I grunted, pounding into her with my fingers, my thumb circling her clit with relentless pressure. "You're mine to play with…. Mine to use. You and Mom both. You understand? You're my good little sluts."
"Yes! We're yours! All yours! OOOOOOOHHHH~!" she babbled, completely lost in the sensation. "We're your good sluts! Your… your… AAHH!!!"
I felt her body begin to tighten, to coil like a spring. Her internal muscles clamped down on my fingers like a vise. I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder on her breast, slapping her ass again.
"PAH! Schlurp. Squelch. PAH!"
"That's it," I encouraged, my own breath starting to come faster. "Let go for me. Cum for me, Vera. Now."
It was all the permission she needed. Her orgasm didn't just wash over her; it erupted. She let out a sound that was half-scream, half-sob, a completely incoherent
"AAHH!!! GUOO~!" as her entire body was wracked by violent spasms.
"SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!!"
Her knees buckled completely, and she slid down the side of the bed, joining my mother on the floor in a trembling, euphoric heap.
I stood over them, catching my breath, watching the two most important women in my life lying panting and utterly spent at my feet. I knelt down between them, running a hand through each of their hairs. They nuzzled into my touch instinctively, like contented cats.
Mom blinked up at me, a lazy, sated smile on her face. "You're… a menace," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
Vera just emitted a soft, happy moan and kissed my thigh.
I grinned, that familiar, chill humor resurfacing now that the storm had passed. "You two started it…. Asking all those questions whether I can do it or nor…. You knew what that would do to me."
"We were curious," Mom protested weakly, though her smile widened.
"Curious gets you finger-fucked into oblivion on the bedroom floor," I said matter-of-factly.
Vera let out a breathy laugh. "Worth it."
Cooling sweat pooled in the hollows of Cathy's collarbones, glistening in the weak afternoon light that filtered through the cheap blinds. Vera's head rested against Mom's shoulder; her dark curls plastered wetly to mom pale skin. They lay sprawled on the thin carpet beside the bed, legs tangled, breathing ragged from their shared peak. The air was thick with the musk of exertion and salt.
The scent hit me like a physical shove—clove cigarettes from Vera, Mom's vanilla lotion gone sour-sweet, and beneath it all, the raw, coppery tang of sex. My cock throbbed against my thigh. Thump-thump-thump. My own pulse hammered against the denim.
I shifted on the edge of the bed, and the springs groaned beneath me like old bones. The sound snapped the fragile quiet. Vera's eyes, heavy-lidded and dark as espresso, flickered open first. Mom followed, blinking slowly, her gaze hazy but sharpening as it landed on the tented bulge just inches from her face.
"Mom," I said, my voice a low grating rasp. It wasn't a request. The command hung in the air, sharp as broken glass. "Get on the bed, Now… I want that mouth Sucking my cock…."
"Yes, Baby" Mom didn't hesitate.
A tremor ran through her limbs, but she pushed herself up onto trembling elbows, then knees, her submission etched bone-deep. The carpet fibers scraped against her bare skin as she crawled onto the mattress, her breath hitching as her gaze fixed on me. The cool air hit my flushed skin. Then came her mouth. Hot, Wet and slippery.
"Hmmmpphhh!!" She took me deep immediately, her throat working around me with a guttural sound.
"Gulp-gulp-gulp." No tentative licks, no teasing. Just desperate, hungry suction, pulling hard, her cheeks hollowing fiercely. The sensation was blinding—an electric current jolting straight from my core to the base of my skull. Her lips stretched obscenely wide, slick with saliva.
"Schlllp… gluck… schlrrrp!!!" She bobbed frantically, a messy rhythm, spit stringing down her chin onto her bare breasts. Her nose pressed hard into my lower belly with each downward plunge.
"Fuck~ your mouth feels so good, Mom~" I groaned, low and visceral, arching my hips up off the mattress.
"Harder," I growled, my hand finding the back of her skull, fingers tangling in her damp hair.
"Suck it deeper, Mom…. Until it hurts." My grip tightened, forcing her head down further, burying myself to the hilt against the resistance of her throat.
"HHHMMMM!!! Glurk! SSSSLLLRRPPPP!!!" She gagged, eyes watering, but obeyed, sucking with renewed ferocity.
"Schlop-schlop-schlop." The filthy, rhythmic sounds were punctuated by her choked gasps.
The bed dipped beside me. Vera.
"Vera," I commanded, my voice thick with pleasure, my gaze locked on Mom's straining form. "Come between my legs. Show Mom how you suck those balls."
"Alright, Papi~" Vera moved like smoke. Smooth, hips swaying, a faint smile playing on her swollen lips. She slithered onto her belly, pushing her face low beneath Cathy's working head. Her cool fingertips traced paths of fire up my inner thighs.
Her dark eyes met mine; they held no hesitation, only a predatory gleam mixed with deep affection. She dipped her head, and her tongue—broad, wet, and impossibly hot—lashed out in a long, slow lick up the underside of my scrotum.
"Sssssssssssshhhhlick."
A shudder ripped through me. "FUCK!!!," I hissed.
"Mmmmmm…. You like that don't you, Papi~ Lick~" Vera hummed, the vibration traveling straight into my core.
"Slorp!!! Slorp" She enveloped one heavy sac completely, sucking firmly, rolling the weight in her mouth. Then she switched, pulling the other in with a soft, wet pop. Her lips worked expertly, alternating soft, kittenish laps with sharp, hungry sucks that made my balls tighten painfully.
"Schlurp-slurp-slurp". She purred, a deep, resonant rumble in her chest that vibrated against my flesh
"Hmmmmm~ Slorp!! Slorp!! rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." The sound mingled deliciously with the wet symphony Cathy was making above.
"Suck!! Suck!! gluck-gluck-gluck" Mom choked gulps echoed—as her throat spasmed around me.
Spit slicked her chin, dripping onto her swaying breasts. Below her, Vera's mouth was relentless.
"Schllick. Schlurp. Slurp!? Suck…" That deep, resonant purr vibrated against my tightening sac as she sucked and licked.
"Your heavy balls, Tastes like victory, Sael~." Vera pulled back just enough to murmur against my thigh, her breath scalding.
"Does, your mom mouth feels good?" Her fingers dug into my hips, nails sharp as splinters.
"It is," I grunted, thrusting deeper into Cathy's mouth. Her gag reflex fluttered—urk-urk—but she took it, eyes streaming. My knuckles whitened in her hair. "Suck like you mean it, Mom…. Like you need it."
"Mh, mmh… Chururururu" Mom whimpered around my cock, the vibration electric.
"Ffft-ffft-ffft…" Vera laughed—a dark, honeyed sound—and slid lower. Her tongue stabbed at my asshole, relentless and wet.
I arched off the mattress. "Fuck—"
"Mmmmmm~." Vera's lips brushed my perineum.
"Let this puta clean you up." Her tongue circled tighter, probing.
"Squelch. Squelch." The obscene slickness echoed Cathy's sloppy suction above—a filthy duet.
"Choke her harder, baby. Make her feel it." Vera's hand snaked up, fingers curling around Cathy's throat, squeezing.
"Ggggk-k-k-k." Cathy's eyes rolled back. Spit frothed at the corners of her stretched lips.
"Thump-thump. Slurp." Her nostrils flared, desperate for air. Vera's thumb pressed into Cathy's windpipe, her other hand massaging my balls in rhythm with her tongue's thrusts.
The pressure built—a tightening coil low in my belly. Cathy's throat fluttered wildly around me, her choked gasps merging with Vera's wet, rhythmic tongue.
"Make her take it all, Papi... Every fucking inch." Vera's voice was a molten whisper against my skin.
"THUMP!! PAHH!! PAHH!!" I reared up, hips pistoning, slamming deeper into Mom's convulsing throat.
"Gag on it, Mom!" I snarled, my free hand cracking hard against her bare ass cheek—SLAPP!!!! The sharp, meaty slap echoed off the walls. Her flesh jiggled, flushed crimson.
"Glurk-glurk-Schlllllp!" She choked, saliva spraying, but sucked harder, deeper, her head bobbing frantically as if starving for it.
Vera laughed, dark and throaty. "That's your wife, hijo." Her tongue stabbed faster while her other hand slid down from Cathy's throat, fingers roughly squeezing her sister's milk-heavy breast.
"Look at her—dripping for you. Mi puta hermana." Vera pinched Cathy's swollen nipple hard, twisting—a thin arc of milk sprayed out to splatter my thigh. Pfft. Cold, sweet. Cathy moaned around my cock, the vibration wringing another groan from me.
"Fuck!" I gasped. My grip in Cathy's hair wrenched her backward, pulling me free with a slick, obscene POP. Spit-strung and glistening, I turned to Vera. Her dark eyes burned, lips parted, chin gleaming with my sweat and her sister's milk.
"Turn," I ordered, my voice raw gravel. "Now, Tía. Worship what's yours."
Vera rolled onto her back instantly, thighs falling open. I brought my palm down hard on her left breast—THWACK! The sound was dense, wet. Milk erupted from her nipple in a sudden, pearly jet, hitting her own chin.
"¡Sí! ¡Más, papi!" She cried out, arching, not in pain but in ecstasy. A low, humming sigh escaped Vera's lips as her tongue—broad and pink and eager—darted out.
"Lap-lap-lap." She drew one heavy orb into the wet heat of her mouth, her lips sealing around me with a soft, contented hum. Mmmmm. Then the other. Pop.
Her tongue swept lower, dragging a blazing trail along my skin, tracing a path from my slick flesh back to where she had been devouring me moments before.
"Shllllick Shllllick!! Shllllick." Her dark eyes, unblinking and ravenous, locked onto mine as she swallowed—a potent mix of my musk and her own sweet milk.
"Your fucking balls taste like heaven," she purred, her breath a hot puff against my tightening sac. "Give them to me harder."
"I will, Puta!" My hand cracked against her breast—a sharp SLAP! that made her flesh jiggle, a fresh bead of milk welling at the tip.
"Suck 'em like you means it, slut…. Or you lose them." My fingers twisted in her thick curls, forcing her face deeper into me. Her moan vibrated through my very core—a low, feral rrrrrrrrthat drew a whimper from Mom beside us. Vera obeyed with a possessed fervor, her lips working in a slick, frantic rhythm.
"Schlurp-slurp-slurp Lick…♥ Suck". A glistening mask of submission coated her cheeks, a mixture of sweat, spit, and her own milk.
Mom watched, her breath coming in shallow pants. One hand rubbed the red mark on her own ass, the other kneaded her milk-dampened breast. Her eyes were glazed, worshipful.
"Your tía knows her place, isn't she?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with want. "She's your good Latina slut."
The air was thick, a metallic blend of iron and sweat undercut by the faint spice of Vera's clove cigarettes. But beneath it all, a new scent bloomed, sharp and sweet: fresh milk. Cathy's reverent whisper hung between us, raw and true.
"Schlup-schlup-schlup." I didn't look at my mother. My entire world had narrowed to Vera's face, slick and shining, her mouth working its furious, possessive claim.
I drove myself into her mouth—shnnk—deep and without preamble. Her throat convulsed around me, a wet, choked glurk escaping her.
"Suck, Harder! Puta!" I commanded, my voice a low growl as I began to thrust. "Suck my cock, like you did to my balls…. Suck it like you fucking Like you mean it."
"Guk!! GUHUK!!! Schllllrrrp." Her cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction.
"Gluck-gluck-gluck." Spit pooled at the corners of her stretched lips. Her eyes watered, tears beading on spiky lashes.
Behind me, Mom shifted. I felt the warm gust of her breath against my skin.
"Mom," I growled, my hips pistoning into Vera's relentless mouth. "Worship my ass…"
Cathy's tongue darted out—hot, wet—lapping a stripe up my sweat-slicked skin. Then lower. Ffffft. The very tip of her tongue teased my asshole, tentative and seeking.
I slammed deeper into Vera's throat. "Thud. Harder, Mom! Lick it like you're starving!"
"Mmm~ Ahn~" Cathy's answer was a broken, eager moan. She obeyed instantly, her tongue flattening, becoming broad and insistent as it circled my rim.
"Squelsh. Squelch". A wet, rhythmic cadence.
"Fuck," I hissed, rolling my hips. Vera gagged around me—urk-urk—but only sucked harder, taking me deeper. Cathy's tongue plunged in shallowly—fft-fft-fft—her nose pressed firmly against my perineum.
"Eat it, Mom… More, eat my ass like you haven't eaten in days…. You love it!" I reached back with my free hand, grabbing a fistful of Mom's hair, forcing her face tighter against me.
"squllsh-squllsh" She whimpered into me, her tongue fucking me with a frantic urgency now——while Vera choked on my cock above.
"Gluck-gluck-Schlllp!" A stream of spit coursed down Vera's chin, mingling with the mess mom was making below, a single, devoted offering.
I withdrew from Vera's mouth. In one fluid motion, I pivoted and plunged into Cathy's waiting heat. There was a sharp, wet sound—shnk—as I buried myself to the root in her throat.
"—gulp-gulp-gulp—" Her eyes flew open, wide with surprise that instantly ignited into raw, unadulterated hunger. A choked gasp escaped her as she took me, her throat working in a frantic, greedy rhythm while I drove into her. Her hands scrambled for purchase, fingers digging into the muscles of my thighs.
From behind me came a low, possessive growl. Vera lunged forward, her mouth latching onto my balls once more. Slorrrp. Her tongue dragged a hot, wet trail along my taint—shlllick—her teeth grazing the sensitive skin with a whisper of a threat.
"Yes! Milk those fucking balls, Tía!" Pleasure crackled up my spine. I threw my head back, a ragged command tearing from my lips.
"Pop-schlurp" Vera answered by sucking harder, her moan vibrating through me.
"Schlop-schlop-schlop" Beneath me, Cathy's lips were stretched obscenely around my shaft, the wet, rhythmic sound of her effort filling the room her nose crushed against my pelvis with every thrust.
The pressure coiled deep within me, a tight, urgent knot in my belly.
"I'm Close," I gasped, the words strained.
"So, fucking close." With a final, brutal thrust, I ripped myself from Cathy's mouth.
"Open wide!" I ordered Vera, shoving her head toward Cathy. "Both of you. Open your mouth wide,"
They scrambled to obey; their mouths open and eager beneath me. Twin pools of absolute need. I gripped my cock, jerking hard.
"Take it!" The climax tore through me. Thick, viscous ropes of cum erupted, streaking through the air like liquid lightning.
"SPLAT-SPLAT-SPLA-THUCK!" The first burst slammed deep into Vera's waiting mouth—GLURK!—her eyes bulging as she convulsed, swallowing desperately.
I wrenched my hips sideways, aiming the second torrent straight into Cathy's gaping mouth, as I slammed my cock deep in her throat.
"SHLOP! HACK-K-K-K!—" She choked, a violent gagging sound—ripping from her, but her throat worked, gulping down the hot flood. Thick, pearly white overspill gleamed on her chin.
"THROB-PUMP-THROB—" I didn't let up. Pulse after pulse tore from me filling Cathy's mouth until her cheeks ballooned, tears streaming from her eyes. She tried to pull back, but my hand fisted in her hair, holding her skull immobile.
"Swallow it!" I snarled, grinding against her lips.
"gulp-gulp-GULP—" Her throat convulsed—the sound wet and strained. When her mouth finally overflowed, thick rivulets spilling down her neck, I ripped free. Vera lunged instinctively, mouth wide—but I shoved my slick shaft past her teeth.
"Take my cock!!" Thrusting hard, I scraped myself against her palate—SCRAAAAAPE—feeding her the overflow, a mix of my spend and Cathy's spit and tears.
"SCHLORRRRRP… GULP! GULP!! SLLRRRURRPP!" Vera sucked greedily, her tongue swirling—flick-flick-flick—lapping every drop from my skin while she gulped down Cathy's share, her dark eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Finally spent, I stepped back.
"KAH-KAH-KAH COUGH!!" Both women collapsed forward onto their hands, coughing throats working, chests heaving. Strings of thick cum connected Cathy's swollen lips to Vera's chin. Their skin glistened under the dim light—a mess of saliva, sweat, and cum.
Vera lifted her head first, a breathless laugh bubbling from her ruined throat. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then sucked her fingers clean—slurrrp.
"God, hijo," she rasped.
"You wrecked us." Her tongue darted out, catching a stray, pearly drip from Cathy's jawline. Flick.
Mom shuddered, her eyes half-lidded and dazed. She pressed her forehead to Vera's sweat-slick shoulder, her words muffled.
"Your cum tastes like... a sweet cream~." She swallowed again—click—and licked her smeared lips.
"Sweet and thick~." Her trembling fingers crept to her own throat, tracing the dark, blooming bruises beneath the sticky, gleaming streaks.
I stared down at them—Their breaths synced, ragged and shallow, as they leaned into each other. Vera's hand drifted to Cathy's hip, drawing her closer. A drop of milk still pearled at Cathy's nipple, dripping onto Vera's thigh—plink... plink—joining the mess that pooled on the floor beneath them.