Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 798: Wrongness Weaved in Rights (r-18)

Linda’s eyes fluttered open wider, soft, hazy, and suddenly starving.

She slid down my body with slow, reverent intent, the sheets whispering against her skin until her face hovered just above my hips. My cock (thick, heavy, veins pulsing like living marble) lay against my stomach, already leaking a single, glistening bead of precum at the tip.

She inhaled, a shaky, worshipful breath, and her voice ca out trembling with maternal awe and raw, sinful hunger.

"Oh... my sweet, perfect boy... look what Mommy made..."

Her fingers wrapped around the base, barely able to close, and she lifted it gently, reverently, like it was the most sacred thing she’d ever held. A low, adoring moan spilled from her lips.

"It’s so big... so beautiful... my baby, you grew this inside your mom’s belly and now look at you... giving it to ."

She leaned in, lips brushing the swollen crown in the softest kiss, then another, and another, peppering the head with tiny, loving presses of her mouth.

The mont her tongue flicked out and tasted that single drop of precum, her entire body shuddered.

"Oh my God..." she whispered, eyes rolling back for a second. "It tastes like warm cinnamon-honey... the kind I used to drizzle on your pancakes when you were little... only richer, sweeter, perfect."

"It is Divine Seed, mom."

She licked again, slow and deliberate, gathering every bead, moaning like she’d just discovered heaven.

"Yes. That’s my baby’s divine seed... Mommy’s favorite taste in the whole world, and it’s coming from her own son’s gorgeous cock... I want you to give a child."

Then she opened her mouth and took in before I processed the shock of her words.

Slow. Worshipful. Her lips stretched wide around my thickness, soft and wet and trembling with adoration. She sank down inch by inch, eyes locked on mine the whole ti, tears of overwhelming love and lust gathering at the corners as she swallowed more and more of her little boy.

Soft, wet, filthy sounds filled the golden room: the slick slide of her mouth, the wet pop when she pulled back to kiss the tip again, the constant, reverent murmur between swallows.

"Mmm... so thick for Mommy... so veiny... every ridge tastes like candy... my sweet, perfect boy... giving Mommy the most delicious treat she’s ever had..."

She bobbed gently, lovingly, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, cheeks hollowing as she sucked like she was trying to draw my soul out through my cock. Her free hand cradled my balls, rolling them softly, reverently, whispering against the shaft between long, adoring licks.

"I could live on this... I never want to stop tasting my son..."

Every ti another bead of precum spilled onto her tongue she moaned like she’d been given a gift from God, eyes fluttering shut in pure, maternal ecstasy.

And she kept going. Slow, deep, worshipful. Sucking her grown son’s huge, veiny cock like it was the most decadent, forbidden dessert ever created, and she was starving for every drop of the divine seed only her little boy could give her.

Linda’s pace turned feral.

Her soft, worshipful licks beca frantic, greedy, wet sucks, lips popping off the head with loud, obscene SCHLURPS before she slamd her mouth back down, swallowing deeper, faster, her throat a hot, sloppy, milking vice.

Saliva poured from her lips in thick, shaless ropes, running down my shaft in glistening rivers, mixing with the thick, endless stream of my precum until my cock looked glazed in our combined fruids.

She moaned around like a starving woman, the vibration ripping straight into my balls, and her hand shot between my thighs.

Two soft, motherly fingers cradled my heavy, swollen sac, rolling, tugging, squeezing my balls with perfect, practiced love while she deep-throated her own son.

"Mmmph—yes, baby—feed Mommy every drop of that holy cum—" she gurgled, words garbled and spit-bubbled around my thickness, drool pouring down her chin and dripping off her chin onto her bare tits.

She ripped her mouth off with a filthy, wet POP, long strings of spit and precum stretching from her swollen lips to my angry, purple head, and imdiately sared the warm, sticky ss all over my shaft with both hands, jerking in fast, slick, sloppy strokes.

The sight of my own mother, on her knees, face shining with her son’s precum and her own spit, eyes glazed with pure incestuous devotion while she painted her baby boy’s cock with our fluids, was so depraved it felt like blasphemy and communion at once.

She dove back down, sucking harder, faster, cheeks hollowing until they cramped, throat opening wide until her nose was buried in my pubes and my cock was buried balls-deep in the sa mouth that once sang lullabies.

Her tongue never stopped, swirling, lapping, worshipping the thick vein that throbbed for her, milking it like she was trying to suck my soul out through my dick.

Every ti she ca up for air it was only to hawk another thick ribbon of saliva onto the head, sar it in with her palm like lube, and swallow again, deeper, wetter, noisier, gagging herself on her son’s cock with shaless, holy greed.

The room filled with the obscene symphony of wet suction, choking moans, and her constant, reverent, filthy praise.

"Such a perfect, huge cock for Mommy... so veiny... so sweet... my baby boy’s giving the most delicious cum only a mother deserves... holy, baby... you taste like heaven... Mommy’s little boy is feeding her the sweetest sin..."

My hips started thrusting on instinct, fucking my own mother’s face, and she took every brutal pump, eyes watering, mascara streaking down her cheeks in black rivers, smiling around my shaft like this was the most sacred, slutty sacrant in the world.

Because for us, it was.

Mom rose above like a goddess who’d decided sin was her new religion.

She turned, giving her back, and the sight stole every ounce of air from my lungs.

Her ass, full, round, flawless, the sa ass that once carried on her hip, now arched and spread for her son, cheeks parted just enough to show the tight, pink pucker of her asshole winking above the slick, swollen lips of her pussy.

Sweat glistened in the cleft, running down the curve of each perfect globe, dripping onto my thighs.

She planted her knees on either side of my hips, reached back, and guided my cock thick, angry-red, veins pulsing straight to her dripping entrance.

One slow, deliberate sink and she took every inch in a single, greedy drop.

"Oh, fuuuuck, baby... Mommy’s pussy is so full of her big boy..." she moaned, voice cracking with pure, filthy bliss.

Then she started to ride.

Fast. Hard. rciless.

Her ass slamd down onto again and again, cheeks rippling with every brutal impact, the wet, obscene SLAP-SLAP-SLAP of flesh on flesh filling the room like a pornographic drumbeat.

Each bounce made her pussy gush, slick coating my balls, running down my shaft in creamy rivers, her inner walls clamping and fluttering around like they were trying to suck my soul out through my cock.

She threw her head back, blonde hair whipping across her sweat-slicked back, and looked over her shoulder at with dark, desperate, motherly eyes.

"Spank , sweetheart," she begged, voice raw and shaking. "Spank Mommy’s naughty ass while she fucks her own son... please, baby, make it hurt so good..."

I didn’t hesitate.

My palm cracked across her right cheek, hard, the sound explosive, her flesh blooming instant red, jiggling wildly as she scread in pleasure and slamd down even harder. Again. Left cheek. Harder.

Her ass turned crimson under my hand, each slap making her pussy spasm and squirt a fresh gush of creamy juice down my cock.

"YES! THAT’S IT! SPANK MOMMY’S SLUTTY ASS WHILE SHE RIDES HER BABY BOY’S HUGE COCK!"

She went feral, hips pistoning, ass up, ass down, faster, faster, the bedfra groaning, headboard slamming the wall, her tits bouncing so hard I could hear them slap her ribcage. Every downward thrust ground her clit against my pelvis, every upward pull made her asshole wink and pucker, begging for the next invasion.

Her moans turned into one long, broken, holy wail:

"I’M FUCKING MY SON! I’M FUCKING MY BABY BOY AND IT FEELS SO GOOD! DON’T STOP, MOMMY’S GONNA CO ALL OVER HER LITTLE BOY’S COCK!"

I slapped her ass again, again, again, leaving bright handprints on both cheeks, gripping the burning flesh and spreading her wide so I could watch my cock disappear into the sa pussy that made , over and over and over, her juices foaming white at the base, dripping everywhere.

She was riding like salvation and damnation all at once.

And I had never been harder in my life.