Chapter 807 - 806- The Inquiry into Fucked Up Cunts

Chapter 807: Chapter 806- The Inquiry into Fucked Up Cunts

My tongue found hers. She melted. Her hands — which had been pushing — gripped. Her body — which had been tensing — softened. She kissed back. Her tongue moved. Her fingers found my hair.

Behind her — below — the mother moaned. Her pussy — impaled on my cock, her body bent over the bed — clenched. I humped. Slow, deliberate strokes, each one pushing deeper.

"Mmmhnnghh~~!! Hnghhh~~!!!"

The mother’s moans — muffled by the mattress, by the blindfold, by the overwhelming sensation — were rhythmic.

’What a sight. Feeling both mother and daughter at once.’

The thought was pure depravity. Pure devil. Pure me.

I pulled out of the mother. Her pussy released me with a wet pop. She whimpered at the emptiness.

I lifted Vespera’s leg. One leg — the left — hooked over my arm. The position opened her. Her pussy — covered by her panties, the fabric damp — was exposed.

"Wait — wait — wait—" she gasped. "Why are you—"

I slammed. My cock — still wet with her mother’s juices — pushed against her panties. The fabric stretched. The head pressed against her entrance. Through the cloth.

"Mother would hear—"

I pulled the fabric aside. Positioned my cock against her entrance. Pushed.

"AAANGH~!!"

The head squeezed in. Her pussy — tight, still tender from last night, still recovering — gripped me. The walls clenched. The heat enveloped.

I lifted her. Her body — suspended, one leg over my arm, the other dangling — rose. Her thick thighs gripped my waist. Her arms went around my neck. I bounced her. Up. Down. Up. Down. Each descent drove my cock deeper.

Pah Pah PAH!

"OUNGH~!! — husband — HAAANGH~!! — wait — AH~!! — mother — she would — HIEEENGH~!!"

I fucked her. Lifting her up and down on my cock, her body weight nothing in my arms, her pussy swallowing me inch by inch. Her gasps — rapid, desperate, the sounds of a woman being overwhelmed — echoed through the room.

The mother — blindfolded, on the bed, her pussy dripping and empty — crawled. Her hands found my legs. She gripped. Her hands traveled up. Found my thighs. My balls.

"Mother-in-law," I said. My voice was steady despite the pounding. "You would have to help me give my semen energy to your daughter faster."

She understood. The instruction — planted in her mind through the day’s manipulation, through the repeated conditioning, through the wife package’s integration — was clear. Her daughter needed the energy. She could help. She would help.

She crawled up. Her mouth — blind, guided by touch, by scent — found my left ball. She sucked it in. The sensation — her warm, wet mouth around my testicle, her tongue swirling, the suction gentle but firm — was incredible. My cock churned inside Vespera. The added stimulation — the mother below, the daughter above — pushed me toward the edge.

I slammed Vespera down. Hard.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!! — HAAANGH~!! — HIEEENGH~!!"

Her eyes rolled behind the blindfold. Her mouth opened. Her tongue came out. Her body convulsed — the orgasm hitting like a thunderclap, her pussy clamping down with crushing force.

I took her breast. Sucked. The milk flowed — sweet, warm, thick. I drank while I fucked her. While her mother sucked my balls. The dual sensation — the daughter’s pussy on my cock, the mother’s mouth on my balls — was transcendent.

Half an hour.

I fucked her for half an hour. Bouncing her on my cock. The mother — below, blindfolded, her mouth working my balls with increasing desperation — never let go. The rhythm — my thrusts, Vespera’s bounces, the mother’s sucking — synchronized into a primal, devotional rhythm.

I came.

The orgasm was massive. My cock erupted inside Vespera — rope after rope of thick cum pumping into her womb. The hot seed flooded her. Her body convulsed. Her pussy milked me — every contraction drawing more, the walls rippling, the cervix opening to accept the flood.

I lifted her. Pulled her off my cock. The shaft — still spurting, the cum not finished — emerged from her pussy with a wet pop. The seed — thick, white — poured from her gaping entrance. I angled my cock downward. The next ropes — still coming, still thick — hit the mother’s face. Below me, blindfolded, mouth open, the mother received the cum on her cheeks, her chin, her lips.

The daughter — still trembling, her pussy gaping, the cum leaking — was lowered. Her hips — angled over her mother’s face — dripped. The seed — thick, white — ran from her pussy. Down. Down. Into the mother’s open mouth.

The mother — feeling the warm fluid on her face, tasting the mixture of my cum and her daughter’s juices — moaned. She swallowed. Her throat worked. Gulp. Gulp. Her mouth — open, waiting — received every drop.

"Empty her vagina again," I said. My voice was rough. Commanding. "I need it fresh."

Vespera — blindfolded, trembling, her body a wreck — obeyed. Her hand went to her womb. Pressed. The pressure — combined with the angle, the gravity, the clenching of her muscles — pushed the seed out. A gob of white — thick, warm — emerged from her entrance. Dripped. Fell.

Into her mother’s mouth.

The mother — swallowing, moaning, her face covered in her daughter’s cum and mine — drank. Every drop. Her tongue extended, catching the residue from her lips. The sound — wet, gulping, obscene — filled the room.

I placed Vespera on the floor. She lay there. Trembling. Her blindfold askew. Her body — covered in sweat, milk, cum — heaving. Her hand went to her face. Touched it. The skin — softer, smoother, younger — was changing. The seed was absorbing. The regenerative properties were working.

The mother lay beside her. Face covered. Body twitching. Her hand went to her face. Touched the cum. Felt it absorb. Felt the skin tighten. Smooth. Rejuvenate.

Both women lay on the magic circle. The reunic inscription beneath them — glowing, pulsing, the ancient symbols resonating with the energy of the seed, the mana, the combined resonance of two women bonded by blood and cum — hummed.

I lifted my hand. The circle responded — the glow intensifying, the pulse quickening, the light rising from the floor in shimmering columns.

"Then," I said. "Should we start the ceremony?"

The magic circle activated. The light — amethyst, warm, alive — enveloped both women. The reunic inscription — ancient, lost, powerful — began its work. The mana — drawn from me, from my seed, from the breeding god power that flowed through my body — channeled through the circle. Into Vespera. Into the mother. The distributed network — two practitioners, bonded by blood and by me — formed.

Vespera gasped. Her body arched. The mana — raw, powerful, amplified by the inscription — flooded her system. Her mana capacity — previously insufficient for sustained necromancy — expanded. Grew. Multiplied.

The mother gasped. The same flood. The same expansion. Her body — mature, non-magical, never trained — absorbed the mana. Adapted. Changed.

The circle glowed brighter. The room filled with light. The inscription — the ancient, lost language that had made Vespera stare in disbelief — sang. The symbols rotated. The patterns shifted. The magic was alive.

And through it all — through the light, through the mana, through the overwhelming sensation of power flowing through their bodies — I stood above them. My cock — still hard, still ready, still cursed with the perpetual erection of an incubus who had fucked two women all day and was still not satisfied — hung between my thighs.

I looked down at them. At my wife. At my mother-in-law. At the two women — bound by blood, by magic, by cum — lying on an ancient inscription that I had drawn with my own hand.

I smiled. The smile of a devil.

"By the way," I said. Casual. Conversational. As if I hadn’t just conducted an ancient magical ritual using sex as the catalyst. "I wanted to ask. Vespera — can you tell me about Senior Class A?"