Chapter 833 - 832- Duo needs Cleansing

Chapter 833: Chapter 832- Duo needs Cleansing

Vespera looked. Despite herself. Despite the rage and the shame and the horror. She looked at her mother. At the face, twenty years younger. At the skin, smooth and luminous. At the body, thick and responsive and alive.

"She looks..." Vespera started. The word caught in her throat.

"Younger," Viktor finished. "Healthier. Alive. Because of me. Because of what I gave her. Because of what we did."

He pulled the mother-in-law’s panties aside. The fabric, thin and wet, pulled away from her pussy. The lips, swollen and reddened, were visible. The cum, white and thick, leaked from the entrance.

"Let me fuck her however I want," he said. The words, directed at Vespera, were a command disguised as a request.

He pulled the mother-in-law’s blouse down completely. Her breasts, freed entirely, hung heavy on her chest. He pushed her forward. Bent her over his lap. Her breasts, hanging, swung. He positioned his cock, between her thighs, and thrust. The shaft, sliding between her legs, emerged from between her cheeks. The head, slick with pre-cum, pressed against her lower back.

He began to move. His hips, thrusting upward, drove his cock between her thighs. The shaft, rubbing against her pussy lips, created friction. The head, emerging and disappearing, was visible to Vespera. The shadow of his cock, cast on her mother’s skin, was a dark line between her breasts.

"Look," he said. "Look at her body. At what she has. At what you have. At what I need."

Vespera trembled. Her eyes, wet and wide, were locked on the sight. Her mother, bent over her husband’s lap, her breasts hanging, her thighs slick, his cock between them. The display, vulgar and deliberate, was designed to break her.

"What do you want?" she said. Her voice was barely a whisper. "How can you be..."

He pushed the mother-in-law off his lap. She stood, automatically, and moved to the side. He patted his thigh. The same thigh, still warm from the mother-in-law’s ass.

"Come here and sit," he said. The words, directed at Vespera, were the same command he had given the mother-in-law.

Vespera stared. Her mouth opened. The protest, the refusal, the rejection formed. But her eyes, moving to her mother, saw something that stopped the words.

The mother-in-law, standing to the side, was covering her face with her hands. But between her fingers, her eyes were visible. And those eyes, pink and wet, were not looking at Vespera. They were looking at Viktor. With an expression that Vespera recognized.

Jealousy.

The mother-in-law was jealous. Of her daughter. Because her daughter was being invited to sit on his lap. Because the attention, the cock, the seed, the energy, was being redirected.

’She is going to steal him. She is going to take him from me. My daughter is going to take my... my man from me.’

The thought, the mother-in-law’s thought, was visible on her face. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the need. All of it was there, written in the lines of her expression and the tension of her body.

Vespera saw it. And the emotion that rose in her was not what she expected. Not anger at her mother for wanting her husband. Not disgust at the situation. Something else.

Arousal.

The sight of her mother, jealous of her, competing for her husband’s attention, was arousing. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t explain it. But the heat, the one that had been building since the ceremony, the one that she had been fighting and denying and suppressing, surged.

She stood. Walked to him. Sat on his lap.

The moment her weight settled, his hands found her. One on her hip. One on her breast. The squeeze, firm and possessive, made her gasp.

"You are doing the same with the mother," she protested. The words, weak and breathless, were undermined by the moan that followed.

He pinched her nipple. Through the robe, his fingers found the stiff peak. Pulled. The sensation, sharp and electric, traveled from her breast to her pussy. She trembled.

"You are doing the same," she repeated. The words were a whisper. A protest that was not a protest.

He kneaded her tits. Both hands, on her breasts, squeezed and pulled. The robe, opening, revealed her cleavage. The flesh, soft and heavy, overflowed his fingers. Milk, leaking from the stimulation, dampened the fabric.

He kissed her. His mouth found hers. His tongue pushed in. The kiss, deep and wet, was accompanied by the sound. Slurping. Sloppy. The sound of tongues meeting and lips sucking and saliva mixing.

"Mmmf...!! ... mmm...!!"

Her moans, muffled by the kiss, were continuous. Her eyes, open during the kiss, found her mother. The mother-in-law, standing to the side, was watching. Her eyes, wide and wet, were fixed on the kiss. On her daughter’s mouth, locked with his. On the tongue, visible between their lips.

The jealousy on the mother-in-law’s face was devastating. The sight, the raw emotion, the competition, the taboo of a mother watching her daughter kiss the man who had been fucking her, was enough.

Vespera was aroused. The heat, the one she had been fighting, won. Her pussy, beneath the robe, was wet. Her nipples, in his hands, were stiff. Her body, on his lap, was pliant.

He broke the kiss. A string of saliva, connecting their lips, stretched and broke. She gasped. Her eyes, wet and wide, looked at him.

"Tomorrow is my joining as professor at the academy," he said. The words, casual and conversational, were a statement of fact. "Can we go for a bath?"

She trembled. The question, asked mid-arousal, mid-kiss, mid-breakdown, was absurd. And yet.

"Yes," she whispered. "Whatever you want."

He pulled her blouse down. The fabric, parting, revealed her breasts. Heavy, full, the nipples dark and leaking. He leaned. Took the right nipple in his mouth. Sucked. The milk, sweet and warm, hit his tongue.

She moaned. Her hand, on his head, gripped his hair. Her back arched. Her pussy, clenching beneath the robe, throbbed.

Then she felt it. His tail. The appendage, unwrapping from his waist, slid beneath her robe. The tip, scaled and sensitive, found her pussy. The entrance, wet and yielding, parted. The tail pushed in.

She cried. The sound, sharp and high, was accompanied by the vibration. The tail, inside her, began to oscillate. The frequency, rapid and pulsing, hit the spot. The spot that he had mapped. The spot that made her lose her mind.

He stood. Holding her. One arm under her thighs, the other around her back. Her legs, wrapped around his waist. Her breast, still in his mouth. His tail, in her pussy, vibrating.

He walked. Toward the bathroom. Carrying his wife, sucking her milk, his tail in her pussy.

The mother-in-law followed. Her body, moving automatically, trailed behind them. Her hands, at her sides, were trembling. Her pussy, beneath the short skirt, was wet. Her face, tear-streaked and flushed, was the face of a woman who was watching her daughter being carried to the bath and was not invited.

In the bathroom, he set Vespera down. The stone floor, cold, touched her bare feet. He removed her robe.

The fabric, falling away, revealed her body. Her thick body, marked and beautiful, was naked.