The thought burned through me like wildfire—I wanted to fuck Kerry right there, in front of Mitt.
I wanted him to hear her gasp, her moans, the wet sounds of her pussy taking me in, her body trembling as I claimed her. The idea of it, the sheer audacity, made my cock throb painfully against the flimsy leaf skirt.
I swallowed hard, my voice rough with desire. "Aunt Kerry... why don't I put my cock in your pussy?"
Kerry's breath hitched, her eyes widening. "No," she said sharply, her voice firm, but her fingers twitched against her thigh, betraying her.
Then Mitt's laughter boomed through the hut, deep and mocking. "HA! HAHA—Dexter!" He wiped at his eyes, his shoulders shaking. "HAHA—you want to put your cock in a dirty woman?!" His laughter echoed, filling the space between us.
"HAHAHA! If Ryan, Tusk, and the others heard this, they'd laugh until they died!" He doubled over, gasping for air. "This is the first time I've ever heard of someone wanting a dirty woman—!"
Kerry's face flushed, her voice tight with warning. "Mitt. You can't tell anyone." Her fingers dug into her palms, her knuckles whitening. "He's just a kid. He doesn't know better. If the others find out, they'll despise Dexter—or worse, they'll distance themselves from him."
Mitt wiped his tears, still chuckling, his grin wide and unrepentant. "HA—Dexter, don't joke about things like that!" He shook his head, his amusement lingering.
Mitt's laughter boomed through the hut, his words cutting deep into my pride. "But it is funny—a kid like you, interested in dirty women... and ones so much older than yourself!" His amusement was a storm, filling the space, leaving me burning with humiliation.
But beneath that shame, something darker coiled in my gut—something raw and vengeful.
I swore to myself that one day, Mitt would watch his woman writhe beneath me, her moans filling the air as she begged for more, her body trembling with every thrust.
Kerry had turned to face me, our bodies close, the heat between us impossible to ignore. My cock pressed against her stomach, hard and demanding, as if it had a mind of its own. I met Mitt's mocking gaze, my voice steady despite the fire in my veins.
"Uncle Mitt... I was just thinking, if I can't waste my seed, why not put it inside Aunt Kerry's pussy? Then my cock would be relieved... and become normal again."
Mitt's laughter exploded, louder than before, his body shaking as he gasped for air. "HAHAHAHA! Your aunt is older, boy! Her pussy has stopped dripping blood—she can't give birth anymore! Your seed would be wasted inside her!" He wiped tears from his eyes, his voice barely coherent between gasps. "HAHAHA—Dexter, you're hilarious!"
The second Mitt's words sank in—menopause—my brain short-circuited. No babies. No consequences. Just Kerry's used, stretched, experienced cunt, waiting to be filled with my seed, my cock, my fucking dominance.
The thought alone made my dick twitch violently, the head already leaking pre-cum, soaking through the flimsy leaf skirt like I was some kind of fucking animal. I could breed her raw. I could ruin her. I could pump her full of my cum and walk away without a single fucking worry.
And then there she was—Kerry—her voice full of concern. "Dexter, my pussy is not an option. It's for your own good—for your future." Her fingers hovered near my thigh, close enough that I could smell her—musky, warm, the faintest hint of sweat and woman. Her breath hitched, her lips parting just enough that I could see the glisten of spit on her tongue. "Should I... use my saliva like before? To help you calm down?"
Fuck that. Fuck her saliva. I wanted her cunt.
I shook my head, my voice rough, my cock throbbing like a fucking heartbeat. "Aunt... back in the day, my cock was hurting, so yeah, I needed your saliva to soothe it." I let my gaze drag down her body, slow, deliberate, like I was already stripping her bare.
"But right now?" A smirk curled my lips, my fingers twitching with the need to grab her, to own her. "It's not hurting. It's just fucking hard." My dick pulsed again, pressing against her stomach. I could feel her breath catch, her body betraying her before her mind could even protest.
Kerry's voice dropped to a whisper, her breath warm, her body tense. "So... what should we do, Dexter?"
That's when I did it. I activated my Pervert Eyes—and what I saw nearly made me come on the spot.
Her body was lit up like a fucking treasure map with those shiny red translucent dots. 200 points on each of her tits—double what they were before. Her nipples? 400 fucking points each
, hard and begging to be sucked, bitten, tormented. Her lips? 200 points, swollen and parted, just begging to be stuffed with my cock.
Even her armpits—100 points each—were glowing, the scent of her sweat making my mouth water. And her navel? 100 points, a little fucking dimple just asking for my tongue, my fingers, my cum.
I couldn't see her pussy or her asshole yet, but if the pattern held? 800 for that used, sloppy cunt and 1000 for her tight, stretched asshole.
Double.
Double the points. Double the fucking pleasure.
My mind reeled. This wasn't just the system refreshing. No, because I hadn't even touched her armpits or her navel before, and yet they had doubled too. There was only one thing that had changed.
Mitt.
That, oblivious fuck right beside us.
My gaze flicked to the system's name—Pervert Debauchery System—and the pieces fell into place with a clarity that made my head spin.
Double points when I touch her in front of her man. The system wasn't just rewarding me for touching Kerry—it was rewarding me for defiling her in his presence, for turning his woman into a source of pleasure and profit right under his nose. The realization sent a fresh surge of arousal through me, my cock throbbing so hard it was almost painful.
As if to confirm my theory, my cock twitched, brushing against Kerry's navel. 100 points. A soft, surprised moan escaped her lips—"Hmm... Dexter..."—and I could feel the creases of her navel against the tip of my cock, the warmth of her skin, the way her body reacted to the contact. The system's notification flashed in my vision, confirming the points, and I nearly groaned at the thrill of it.
The real thrill wasn't just the points—it was the corruption, the theft, the sheer filth of taking what wasn't mine right under Mitt's nose.
The system wasn't just about touching—it was about defilement, about claiming her in front of the man who thought he owned her. The thought alone made my cock throb painfully, pre-cum leaking, as I imagined all the ways I could ruin her.
But I needed to be sure. I needed to test it. To play with her. To make her ache for it.
I needed to wait until morning to confirm if the points vanished when Mitt was no longer watching.
But for now?
I had a game to play.
My voice was low, dripping with false innocence, my breath hot against her ear. "Aunt Kerry... why don't you put it between your thighs?" I let the words sink in, watching her reaction, the way her breath hitched, her fingers twitching near my cock. "Maybe if I feel your softness... my cock would relax."
But the real reason was darker. I wanted to make her ache. I wanted to make her so fucking desperate that she'd be the one to beg for my cock inside her. I wanted her to need it.
Kerry hesitated for only a second before her hand wrapped around my cock, her fingers warm and trembling as she guided my cock between her thighs.
The moment my cock brushed against her pussy lips, a shudder ran through her, a soft, needy "Aaaahhh..." escaping her lips. Her thighs pressed together, trapping my cock in the heat between them, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Dexter... does this feel comfortable...? Hmmm..." Her voice was thick with desire, her body already betraying her.
800 points.
Fuck yes.
I groaned, my voice rough with lust. "Yeah... it feels so much better." And then, because I knew she wouldn't resist, I pushed further. "Aunt... why don't you move a bit closer? I want to hug my aunt as I sleep."
Kerry let out a breathy chuckle, her voice warm but strained. "You kid..."
Her thighs clamped around me like a vice, the heat of her pussy searing against my cock as she shifted again, her pubic hairs brushing against my skin in a way that sent electric shocks straight to my balls.
"Aaaahhh... Hmmm... Dexter..." she breathed, her voice trembling, her body trembling with her. "Your cock is so hot... it's burning me..." Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, the wetness coating my shaft, making every movement obscene, every breath she took a desperate gasp.
Then her tits crushed against my face, heavy and soft, suffocating me in the best possible way. I inhaled deeply, her musky, warm scent filling my lungs, driving me wild.
My face moved on its own, hunting for her nipples like a starving man. The moment my face pressed between her tits, 2 notifications of 200 points each flashed in my vision. My nose brushed against one of her nipples, hard and erect, and another 400 points followed.
I turned my head, my cheeks brushing against her other nipple—400 points flashing in my vision like a reward for the contact. My cock throbbed violently between her thighs, my breath hot and ragged against her skin as I yanked her closer, burying my face in the soft weight of her tits. The warmth of her body, the scent of her skin—it was intoxicating.
Slowly, I raised my hand to her face, my fingers tracing the curve of her lips. The moment they made contact, another 200 points lit up, sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. She was responsive, pliant—every touch a calculated move, every reaction a victory.
Kerry moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her voice trembling. "Aaahhh... Dexter... don't move your hips... Aunt's pussy... it's itching..." Her body tensed, her thighs pressing tighter around my cock, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. "Make sure your cock doesn't go inside by mistake..."
But we both knew the truth.
There was no mistake.
This was intentional.
And if I played my cards right?
She'd be the one begging for it.
I could feel it—the way her body reacted, the way her breath hitched every time my cock twitched between her thighs, the way her hips rolled just slightly, as if she couldn't help herself. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, the wet, slick sounds of her pussy rubbing against my shaft driving me wild.
"Aaaahhh... Dexter..." she moaned again, her voice thick with need, her body trembling against mine. "You're making it worse..."
But I knew the truth.
She wanted it.
And I was going to make sure she begged for it.
I smirked against her skin, my breath hot and teasing. "Aunt... is your pussy dripping water?" My hips shifted just enough to make her gasp, my cock sliding through her slick folds.
"Why do I feel it getting wetter...? And your nipples..." I let my lips brush against one, my voice dropping to a growl. "They're poking my face... so hard..."
Kerry's fingers tangled in my hair, her hands roaming over my head, her voice trembling with false innocence. "S-Sorry, Dexter... if my nipples are hurting you..."
Oh my god. She was so innocent.
And I was going to corrupt her.
I grinned, my voice dripping with false concern. "Aunt... let me see if my saliva can heal your hard nipple..."
Before she could react, I grabbed her tits, squeezing them together, my mouth crashing down on one nipple. I sucked it hard, my tongue swirling, teasing, tasting the salt of her sweat. Kerry let out a broken moan, "Aaaah... Dexter... it feels strange... hmm..."
I didn't stop. My other hand grabbed her remaining tit, my fingers pinching and rolling her nipple, pressing it deeper into her flesh. "Aaaah... Dexter... you're such a naughty child..." she whimpered, but her back arched, pushing her tits further into my face, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.
I couldn't help myself.
My hips rolled, the wet, slick noise of her pussy rubbing against my cock filling the air. She was soaking me, her juices coating my cock, making every movement obscene.
And then I felt it—Kerry's hips started moving on their own, her body grinding against me, rubbing my cock against her pussy in slow, desperate circles.
I chuckled, my voice dark with amusement. "Aunt Kerry..." I murmured, my lips still wrapped around her nipple. "Are you rubbing my cock against your pussy... all by yourself?"