In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Not a translation- I've dabbled in AI smutt... don't judge.

TAGS: Mind Control, Milf

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Anon was a man of unassuming habits. His days were a mundane blur of grey, his nights a silent solace from the world's unseen. His eyes, a dull shade of brown, seldom reflected the excitement that life had to offer. He lived in a quaint town, nestled in the crook of a lazy river, where the only thing that changed with the seasons was the color of the leaves. The town's name was as unassuming as Anon himself: Willowbrook.

Fresh out of college, Anon had managed to land a decent job at the local office supplies store. The job paid well enough to keep the lights on in his one-bedroom apartment and food on the table, but it did little to satisfy the hunger for adventure that gnawed at his soul. His shelves were lined with dusty tomes of great tales, and his heart yearned to live a life that was anything but the bland script that had been handed to him. The town whispered with the monotony of clockwork, each day's gossip as stale as the last, and yet he found himself trapped in its cogs, doing everything that was expected of him.

One evening, as the sun set and painted the town in a melancholic hue, Anon decided to break his routine. Instead of his usual stroll along the river's edge, he took a detour through the labyrinthine alleyways that snaked away from the town square. It was a risk, venturing into the shadows where the cobblestone was less trodden and the light less generous, but the allure of the unknown beckoned him. The scent of damp earth and the distant murmur of the town's evening activities served as a backdrop to his thoughts, a symphony of unexplored potential.

Turning a sharp corner, Anon's eyes fell upon a peculiar sight: a belt, gleaming in the moonlight, laid out on a dusty crate. It was a fine piece of leatherwork, the kind that spoke of quality and craftsmanship. A price tag fluttered in the breeze, and the digits written on it made him blink in disbelief. The price was more than reasonable; it was a steal. His heart skipped a beat as he approached it, as if the universe had finally thrown him a bone, a hint that his life might not be entirely devoid of wonder.

A grizzled old man emerged from the shadows, his eyes twinkling with a mischief that made Anon's stomach flutter. "Lookin' to make a deal?" the man croaked, his grin revealing a mouthful of crooked teeth. Anon nodded, his voice caught in his throat. He fished out the exact amount from his wallet, the crisp notes feeling almost sacred in his hand.

The old man took the money with a cackle, his hands as gnarled as the roots of the ancient willow tree that loomed over the alley. "It's yours, but remember," he whispered, leaning in so close that Anon could smell the whiskey on his breath, "with great power comes great responsibility." He handed over the belt, the leather warm to the touch, and with a wink, he disappeared into the night.

The weight of the belt in Anon's pocket felt heavier than gold as he hurried home, the cobblestone path echoing with his uneasy footsteps. The alleyways grew darker as the shadows lengthened, but the object of his curiosity remained a beacon of light in the gloom. Despite the eeriness that had settled over him, the thrill of his discovery propelled him forward.

When he arrived at his house, the warm light from the windows washed over him like a welcoming embrace. The ivy-covered cottage looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a storybook, a stark contrast to the shadows of the alley. The door swung open before he could knock, and his sister's smile was as bright as the porch light.

"Hi, Anon," she greeted, her eyes sparkling. "How was your day?"

Beneath the veneer of Aria's aloofness, there was a warmth that emanated from her pores, a stark contrast to the cool, collected façade she often presented to the world. Her hair was a cascade of auburn waves that fell over her shoulders, and her eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, had the power to both soothe and sear. Her figure had filled out over the years, giving her a mature allure that could easily be mistaken for a mean milf aura, but those who knew her well understood that she was as fiery as she was nurturing.

Anon took a seat at the kitchen table, the aroma of a homemade meal filling the room. He felt a pang of guilt for the mundane lie he was about to tell, but the belt's presence in his pocket was a secret too delicious to share. "Just went for a walk," he replied casually, trying to mimic the ease of their everyday banter. "It was pretty relaxing, actually." He fiddled with the belt under the table, feeling the smooth leather and the intricate stitching.

"You should do that more often," Aria said, setting a steaming plate of food in front of him. "You're always so tense. Maybe you need a hobby or something."

Anon looked up at her, the words echoing in his mind. In his age, wasn't it a bit too late to be discovering new talents? Too late to find that spark of excitement that had been missing from his life? Too late to become the protagonist of his own story? Yet here he was, holding onto a belt that might just be the key to a life less ordinary.

He excused himself from the table with a forced smile, the food forgotten. "I'm gonna take a bath," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Aria nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than usual.

As Anon climbed the stairs, his thoughts swirled like the murky water of the river after a storm. The belt felt like a living entity in his pocket, a silent whisper of promise and temptation. Who was he kidding? He didn't need a hobby; he needed an escape from the cage of predictability that had become his existence.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he heard faint giggling coming from the bathroom. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice as his young, bubbly, and beautifully awkward, 1X-old niece, Lila. She was staying with them for a week, a brief respite from the chaos of her own teenage life.

"Lila, I didn't know you were in there," he called out, his voice tight. The giggling stopped abruptly, and he heard the sound of water splashing. "I'll just use the shower instead."

"No, no, it's okay, Uncle Anon," she called back, her voice a tad too cheerful. "You can come in. It's not like you haven't seen me in a towel before."

Anon froze, his hand hovering over the doorknob. The image of Lila in a towel was not something he wanted to entertain, but the thought of his own cramped shower didn't exactly stir his soul either. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, only to find himself face-to-face with a scene he hadn't anticipated. Lila, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, was standing in front of the sink, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. The towel she'd been using to dry herself had slipped, exposing her naked body to his gaze.

Her eyes went wide with shock, and she frantically grabbed for the towel. "Uncle Anon!" she squealed, her voice hitting an octave that shattered the quiet of the hallway. In the split second before she covered herself, Anon's eyes took in the curve of her budding breasts and the patch of dark hair between her legs. The sight of her nakedness was a jolt to his system, a sudden burst of color in his otherwise monochrome world.

He stumbled back, his cheeks burning. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" he mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut. "I didn't know you were in here." The sound of the towel wrapping around her body was a small mercy, but the image was already etched into his mind, a forbidden fruit that he couldn't unsee.

"It's okay," Lila murmured, her voice small and shaky. "It was an accident." The silence grew thick and awkward, punctuated only by the sound of her fumbling with the towel. Anon's hand found the cool metal of the door handle, his mind racing with what to do next. He couldn't just stand here, could he? But leaving felt like an admission of guilt, like he'd enjoyed the sight more than he should have.

Finally, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Lila was fully covered now, her towel cinched tightly around her, but the damage was done. His sister's sweet, innocent daughter was now a vision of vulnerability and nascent sexuality in his mind, a stark contrast to the child he'd known her as. "I'll just, uh, wait outside," he said, his voice gruff.

As if destiny was taking the steering-wheel, somehow the belt was on hips instead of his old-worn out.

The belt felt like it had been tailored to him, fitting perfectly, the leather warm and supple against his skin. It was almost as if it was alive, pulsing with an energy that seemed to resonate with his own. The metal buckle was cold, a stark contrast to the heat of the leather, and it seemed to whisper secrets that only he could hear.

Anon took a step back, his mind racing. What was happening? This couldn't be real. But as Lila looked at him, her eyes wide and curious, he knew he had to say something. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but the words that came out were not his own. "Don't worry, Lila," he heard himself say, his voice oddly calm. "It's not a big deal. We're all just humans, after all."

The moment the words left his lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The tension evaporated like mist under a hot sun, and Lila's expression softened. She giggled again, this time with a hint of mischief. "Thanks, Uncle Anon," she said, her cheeks still flushed. "But maybe next time, you could knock."

"You could also watch me bath instead~", Lila says.

With a flick of her wrist, the towel she had hastily wrapped around herself slipped away, revealing her naked body once more. Anon's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. Her voice had taken on a seductive lilt that didn't belong to a fifteen-year-old girl. It was a voice that whispered of dark secrets and hidden desires.

What's going on? Am I still here? Am I sleepwalking?

Those were the thoughts racing through Anon's mind as Lila stepped out of the bathroom, the towel now securely wrapped around her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Silly Uncle," she giggled, "you can peek on Lila anytime you want."

With that, she turned and strutted down the hallway, leaving Anon staring after her in a daze. He stumbled back to his room, his legs feeling like they were made of jelly. As he closed the door behind him, he took a moment to lean against it, trying to catch his breath. The belt around his waist seemed to be humming with a newfound power, vibrating with every beat of his racing heart.

Suddenly, a flood of information surged into his mind. It was as if the belt had tapped into some hidden part of his brain, downloading years of knowledge and experience in the blink of an eye. He could feel the power of perception swirling around him, a force that could bend the very fabric of reality to his will. He didn't need to wear the belt to access this power; it was now a part of him, a piece of his very essence.

Power of Normalcy - Any act that deems weird or unnatural will feel natural.

The world was now his playground, and every person in it was a toy to be manipulated. Anon's heart raced with the possibilities. He could bend reality to his whims, to indulge in the most audacious desires that had ever tickled his imagination. And at the forefront of those desires were the town's untouchable figures, the ones who had always been just out of his reach. The mayor's stern wife, the librarian with the tight bun and even tighter skirts, the high school cheerleaders who looked down their perfect noses at him—they would all be his to savor, to taste the sweet nectar of their most hidden cravings.

With a smirk, Anon settled into bed, his thoughts swirling with the intoxicating cocktail of power and lust. As he drifted into sleep, images of his wildest fantasies danced behind his closed eyelids. The town of Willowbrook was now a stage for his own personal play, and he was eager to see how the script would unfold.

Anon woke with a start, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to his mind. The sun had barely crested the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. He groaned and sat up, the belt laying innocently on the floor next to his bed, the previous night's events feeling like a feverish hallucination. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the cold, hardwood floor with a thud. The normalcy of the morning routine began to set in: the creak of the floorboards, the scent of coffee wafting from the kitchen, the distant sound of Aria's morning yoga practice.

But as he made his way to the bathroom, the belt's power whispered to him, a siren's call too sweet to ignore. He picked it up, feeling the leather's warmth against his palm. With a flick of his wrist, he fastened it around his waist, the metal buckle clicking into place. The sensation was immediate: the world around him shifted subtly, as if reality had been given a gentle nudge. He looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection looking back with a glint in its eye that hadn't been there before.

He heard the sound of running water and knew Lila was already in the bathroom. This was his chance. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter that was about to unfold. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, he could see the silhouette of his young, nubile niece. The power of the belt surged within him, urging him to act.

Anon pushed the door open, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of Lila in front of the mirror, her hair wrapped in a towel turban, her body glistening from her shower. She was applying makeup, her eyes focused on the task at hand. "Good morning, Uncle Anon," she said without looking up, her voice a blend of innocence and something more. Something that sent a shiver down his spine.

The power of the belt thrummed in his veins, urging him closer. He stepped into the steamy room, his eyes raking over her form, taking in every detail. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the delicate line of her collarbone—each part of her called to him, begging to be touched. He took another step, his hand reaching out of its own accord.

As if pulled by invisible strings, his fingers brushed against her shoulder, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through him. Lila's eyes flickered to the mirror, catching his reflection with a knowing smile. "Is there something you need, Uncle?" she asked sweetly, her voice dripping with the promise of the forbidden.

Anon's hand moved of its own accord, tracing a path down her arm, across the swell of her breast, and along her waist. Her skin was soft, like warm silk, and she leaned into his touch with a sigh of pleasure. He could see the reflection of her pupils dilating in the mirror, her breathing growing heavier. The power of the belt was working its dark magic, making his every move seem natural, expected even.

He stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror. "Lila," he whispered, his voice a hoarse caress. "You're so beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she giggled. "Thanks, Uncle Anon."

The belt around his waist hummed with approval, egging him on. The line between reality and fantasy grew ever thinner, and the thrill of the taboo was a heady aphrodisiac. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you know what I've always wanted to do to you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Your mother... your aunt... she's so beautiful. And you... you're just like her."

Lila's eyes grew wide with shock, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back into his embrace, her own hand reaching up to cover his. "What do you mean?" she repeated, her voice a sultry whisper.

Anon took a deep breath, the scent of her freshly washed skin and the faint scent of the soap she used intoxicating. "Your mother," he murmured, "Aria... she's always had this power over me. Something about her that I can't resist." He watched as Lila's eyes searched his in the mirror, looking for a sign of jest or reassurance, but all she found was raw, unbridled hunger. "And now," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "you're growing up, and you have it too."

Her eyes searched his, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. "But she's my mother," she breathed, the protest sounding weak even to her own ears. Anon nodded, his thumb tracing the curve of her breast. "I know," he said, his voice soothing. "But in the grand tapestry of life, sometimes the threads we're not meant to touch are the ones that make the most beautiful patterns."

He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel the hardness of his arousal through their clothes. Her heart was racing now, the thrill of the forbidden mixing with fear and confusion. But the power of the belt was stronger than any doubt she might have had. It wove a narrative that painted Anon's desires as the most natural thing in the world.

"Lila," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "You're all I've ever wanted. Your mother, she's always been so far out of reach, but you..." He took a deep breath, his hand sliding down to cup her hip. "You're mine for the taking."

Her breath hitched as he spoke, the words a strange mix of sweetness and menace. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension. Lila's hand trembled in his, but she didn't pull away. "But, Uncle Anon," she whispered, her voice quivering. "What about Mother, Aria?"

Anon's grip tightened, his thumb brushing over the soft flesh of her breast. "Don't worry about her," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "This is between us now. Our little secret."

The words were like a spell, casting aside any objections she might have had. In the altered reality the belt had crafted, it was as if the very concept of 'wrong' had been erased from her mind. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Anon's eyes lit up, the belt's power pulsing through him like a drug. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered his darkest desires. "I want all of you, Lila," he breathed. "Every part of you."

With a tremble that could have been fear or anticipation, Lila turned to face him, the towel slipping away from her body. Her eyes searched his, a mix of innocence and burgeoning lust. She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a chaste kiss that spoke volumes. "I'm all yours," she murmured, her breath hot and sweet.

Anon felt the belt's power surge through him, a wave of excitement crashing over him like a tidal wave. He lifted Lila effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bathroom sink. Her skin was a canvas of youthful beauty, unblemished by the worries of the world. He set her down gently, her butt perched on the cool porcelain, and her legs wrapped around his neck. The steam from the shower had painted her body with a fine sheen of moisture that made her skin glisten like a pearl.

He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Her lips were soft and full, a delicate rosebud that opened to him like a bloom in springtime. His tongue darted out, teasing the seam of her lips before she granted him entrance, her mouth opening with a soft moan that was music to his ears. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, as their tongues danced together, a forbidden dance that sent waves of passion coursing through their veins.

Anon's hand began to roam, tracing the contours of Lila's cheek, the soft skin feeling like velvet beneath his fingertips. He felt the heat of her blush, the rapid flutter of her pulse as he explored her body with a hunger that had been building for years. His hand slid down her neck, the gentle curve of her collarbone, and then paused at the swell of her chest. He cupped her breast, the weight of it fitting perfectly in his palm, and she gasped against his mouth. His thumb circled her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak, and she arched into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Their kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as if they were trying to devour each other's very essence. A strand of saliva stretched between them, a bridge of desire that held them together as they gasped for air. He broke the kiss, his eyes never leaving hers as he took in her beauty. Her eyes were wide, her breath ragged, and she leaned into his touch, silently begging for more. He took a moment to appreciate the scene before him: his young, innocent-looking niece, now a woman, her body ripe and ready for his taking.

With trembling hands, Anon reached down and unbuckled his belt, the leather feeling like a living part of him. His pants fell to the floor, revealing his throbbing erection. Lila's eyes grew even wider as she took in the sight of him, but instead of fear, Anon saw only a mirrored hunger. The belt whispered in his ear, guiding him, urging him to claim her. He stepped closer, pressing himself against her, feeling the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin.

Lila slid down from the sink, her face going to Anon's waist level, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock. He felt a twinge of embarrassment at his lack of preparation, but the power of the belt washed it away. It didn't matter; she wanted him just as he was, dirty and all. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length with surprising strength. Her eyes never left his as she began to stroke him, her touch tentative at first, but growing more confident with every breath he took.

Her head bent down, her soft hair brushing against his thighs, and she placed a kiss at the base of his shaft. It was a gentle gesture, a promise of more to come. Anon watched as she began to kiss her way up, her lips leaving a trail of warmth along his sensitive skin. Each kiss grew closer to the tip, each touch more deliberate. The anticipation was maddening, a slow burn that made his entire body quiver. When her lips finally reached the head of his penis, she took a moment to breathe him in, her hot breath sending a shiver down his spine.

Her nose twitched slightly, detecting the faint scent of musk from his arousal, but instead of recoiling, she leaned in closer, as if drawn to the raw, primal aroma. She kissed it gently, a tender gesture that seemed to say she found him utterly intoxicating, even in his most primal state. Then, she took him into her mouth, her warm, wet lips sliding over his sensitive skin like a glove. Anon groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the tip of her tongue flick against his slit, tasting him.

But Lila's inexperience was clear. Her teeth grazed him as she took him in deeper, and she didn't wrap her lips tightly around his shaft, which sent a bolt of painful pleasure through him. He knew he had to guide her, to show her how to unlock the full potential of this intimate act. He placed his hand on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, and gently pushed her back, taking control. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to show her what to do.

Breaking away, he whispered, "Like this," and demonstrated by tracing the tip of his thumb around her mouth. She watched him with wide eyes, a spark of curiosity igniting in them. He took his cock in hand and placed it back at her lips, and she parted them eagerly. This time, she took him in without teeth, her tongue flicking out to meet him, exploring his length tentatively. He groaned at the sensation, feeling the power of the belt swell within him.

The belt's influence grew stronger, whispering in his mind, guiding his every move. He began to thrust gently, his hips moving in a rhythm that seemed to sync with Lila's heartbeat. She took him deeper, her throat not once flinching or gagging, a testament to the power that now surged through her. He felt his control slipping, the urge to take her fully becoming almost overwhelming. But he held back, savoring the moment, the power of the belt allowing him to dictate the pace of their encounter.

Lila's eyes remained locked on his, a mix of innocence and a hunger that seemed to grow by the second. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her pupils dilated with arousal. Her hand reached down to play with herself, her slender fingers sliding between her legs with a grace that belied her inexperience. The sight was too much for Anon; he couldn't hold back anymore. With a groan, he pulled out of her mouth, the precum glistening on her lips like a string of pearls.

"Take me, Lila," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take all of me."

Lila looked up at him with a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. She felt the power of the belt pulsing through her, urging her to do as he said. The tip of his cock brushed against her teeth, and she opened her mouth wider, feeling the muscles in her throat relax and submit to the pressure. Slowly, she took him in, her eyes watering slightly as she felt the fullness of him.

Each time Anon pushed deeper, she could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. She tried to muffle the gag reflex that wanted to fight back, but the belt's power was too strong. It wrapped around her mind, making her want this, making her crave the feeling of his dominance. Her eyes grew misty, but she never looked away from his gaze, which held a mix of lust and something else—something darker that she didn't quite understand.

As she took him in, Lila felt her own arousal building. Her fingertips danced over her clit, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure that mingled with the pressure in her throat. The feeling was indescribable, a symphony of sensations that seemed to crescendo with every thrust of his hips. Her other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her thumb playing with the soft skin there, feeling the veins pulse with every beat of his heart.

But it was the look in his eyes that truly captivated her. They were filled with a fierce desire that seemed to burn through the fog of the belt's influence. It was as if he saw her not just as a girl, but as a woman, a partner in this twisted dance of lust. And in that moment, she didn't question it. She didn't think about the fact that he was her uncle, that what they were doing was wrong. All she knew was that she wanted to please him, to feel him come apart in her mouth.

Her eyes watered, her throat constricting around him, but she didn't gag. Somehow, the belt had transformed this act into something beautiful, something she could handle with surprising ease. The sensation of him filling her mouth, her throat, was oddly empowering, a declaration of her own burgeoning sexuality. She felt like a goddess, kneeling before him, worshiping his manhood with her lips and tongue.

As Anon's hips began to move faster, Lila experimented, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her teeth gently grazing his shaft. Each time she tried something new, she could see the ecstasy in his eyes reflected in the mirror. His grip tightened on her hair, his breathing grew more ragged, and she knew she was doing well. The power of the belt thrummed within her, whispering sweet nothings of encouragement, making her want to push him further over the edge.

Her hand stroked him in time with her mouth, feeling the muscles in her throat tighten and relax around him. It was a strange sensation, but one that brought her a twisted sense of pleasure. He was so close, his body taut with tension, his eyes squeezed shut as he approached climax. The power of the belt thrummed through her, urging her to push him further, to let him lose control.

And so she did, her tongue swirling, her teeth scraping just enough to send shivers of painful pleasure through his body. He groaned, his hips bucking, and she took him deeper still, her throat opening like a blossom for his seed. It was a dance of power and submission, one that she had never before known she had the strength for. The belt whispered sweet nothings into her ear, guiding her, making her feel like a sexual prodigy.

The world around them faded away as they moved together in this illicit rhythm. The only sounds were their muffled gasps and the wet, suckling noises of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Anon's eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the sensation of her mouth on him. Lila could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him. She reveled in it, her own pleasure spiking with each grunt and thrust.

The initial shock of her teeth scraping his sensitive flesh had been a jolting reminder of their reality, but now it was nothing more than a distant memory. The belt had wiped away the pain, turning the act into one of pure, unbridled passion. His cock felt like velvet steel in her mouth, and she took him deeper with each bob of her head. Anon's eyes never left the mirror, watching as his niece transformed from a shy, innocent girl into a voracious, eager cocksucker before his very eyes.

GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK.

He tried to muffle his moans, his hand tightening in her hair as she worked him with surprising skill. Despite her inexperience, Lila had a natural talent for this, her mouth moving over him with a rhythm that seemed to echo in the very air around them. The sounds of their intimate dance filled the room, the wet smacking of her lips and the guttural noises of his pleasure. But try as he might, Anon couldn't hold back. He began to curse, low and guttural, the words spilling from his mouth as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, the word a benediction on his lips. His hips thrust forward, and she took him all, her throat muscles working to accommodate his size. She didn't gag, didn't pull away. Instead, she moaned around him, the vibrations of the sound sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed spurting into the back of her throat.

Lila's eyes widened, and she swallowed instinctively, feeling his hot cum fill her mouth and trickle down her throat. It was a strange, thick taste, but not unpleasant, and she found herself craving more. Anon's body went rigid, his muscles tensing as he emptied himself into her, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. The power of the belt thrummed between them, a silent declaration of victory.

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, ragged and desperate, as they both rode the wave of climax. Anon's hips jerked with each pulse of his orgasm, his cock still twitching as she continued to suck, eager to draw out every drop of his essence. Her hand never stopped moving, her own arousal peaking as she watched the pleasure on his face. The belt's power surged through her, making her feel alive in a way she never had before.

As the final spurt of cum filled her mouth, Lila swallowed, the sensation strange but oddly satisfying. She pulled back slightly, her eyes never leaving Anon's in the mirror. His expression was one of pure ecstasy, his eyes glazed over with passion. He leaned back against the wall, panting, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. She could feel the power of the belt receding, the reality of what she'd just done setting in. But the guilt didn't come—only a strange, twisted sense of satisfaction.

The taste of him lingered on her tongue, a salty, musky flavor that seemed to resonate with something deep inside her. Each spurt she'd taken had sent a shiver through her body, a miniature orgasm that had her pussy clenching and her toes curling. The power of the belt had transformed the act from a taboo nightmare into an erotic symphony, a dance of flesh and desire that she hadn't known she could perform. The warmth of his seed spread through her, a declaration of his dominance, a claiming of her innocence.

Slowly, Lila pulled her head away, her lips gliding up his cock with a torturously slow deliberation. Each inch felt like a mile, her mouth savoring the feel of his softening member. The world outside the mirror was forgotten, the only reality the reflection of his face, twisted with pleasure and a hint of something darker, something primal. And as she reached the tip, her lips forming a perfect O around his head, she gave one final, lingering suck, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt him throb.

POP

The sound that followed was a wet, obscene POP that echoed in the small bathroom. The noise was almost comical in its absurdity, but in the haze of desire, it was the sweetest symphony to Anon's ears. Lila's eyes snapped open, a look of surprise and excitement crossing her features, her mouth a perfect 'O' of satisfaction. She looked up at Anon, a smear of cum on her chin, and grinned wickedly.

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. The power of the belt had grown stronger, and the words came out as a command rather than a request. Her eyes sparkled with challenge, and she did as she was told, the muscles in her throat working as she downed his seed. He watched in the mirror, his own desire rekindling at the sight of his cum disappearing into her mouth, her throat convulsing around the last few drops.

But the belt had other ideas. "Gargle," it whispered in his mind, and the word slipped from his lips before he could stop it. Lila looked up at him, the corners of her mouth twitching in a mix of surprise and excitement. She took a deep breath and filled her mouth again, the sight of his cum on her tongue making his cock twitch back to life.

The sound of her gargling was obscene, a wet, gurgling noise that sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. He watched, entranced, as the muscles in her throat worked, the cum mixing with her saliva to create a frothy white mess. The sight was almost too much to bear—his beautiful, innocent little Lila, doing something so depraved for his pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured, the belt's power thick in his voice. "Now, spit it out."

Lila looked up at him with a mix of excitement and hesitation, the power of the belt's influence clear in her eyes. She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and the cum spilled out, a waterfall of white that painted his stomach and chest. He watched as the last of it dripped from her chin, the sight making his cock throb with renewed vigor. The belt's whispers grew stronger, urging him to push the boundaries even further.

"Lick it from my body," he ordered, his voice a low rumble of power. She obeyed without question, her tongue darting out to catch the drops that clung to his skin. Her eyes never left his as she lapped at him, her movements hungry and eager. It was as if the belt had unlocked a part of her that had been hidden away, a beast that craved the taste of him.

He stepped back, his cock already standing at attention again. "Turn around, Lila," he instructed, his voice still thick with lust. She spun on her heel, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. The power of the belt had transformed her into a creature of desire, a living embodiment of his every dark fantasy. "Now, bend over, put your hands on the wall, and stick that sweet little ass out."

Her movements were a symphony of submission, a ballet of obedience that made his heart race. She bent over, her hands pressing against the cold tiles, her back arching to present herself to him. The water from the shower had beaded on her skin, creating a shimmering path that led directly to her glistening pussy. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against the soft curve of her ass as he whispered, "You're going to take me like this."

The belt hummed with anticipation, eager to see the culmination of their twisted dance. Lila's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his body behind her, his hands resting lightly on her hips, guiding her closer. The power of the belt whispered in her ear, telling her that she was born for this, that her body craved his touch, his dominance. And she believed it, her pussy already wet and aching with need.

Anon's hand traced the line of her spine, his thumb sliding down to caress the sensitive skin just above her ass. He could feel her tremble with excitement, her body begging for his touch. "Good girl," he murmured, giving her a gentle pat. He could see the wetness glistening on her pussy, a testament to her eagerness for his cock. "Perfect," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, stay right there. Don't move."

He stepped back, admiring the view she presented to him, her ass sticking out, the cheeks plump and inviting.

But the moment was shattered by the sudden sound of footsteps and the door swung open, revealing Aria, Lila's mother, with a look of shock frozen on her face. She had walked in on a scene that no one ever should. Her eyes went wide, her mouth agape, and she stumbled backward, her hand flying to her chest. "What...what are you doing?" she choked out, the horror in her voice cutting through the haze of passion like a knife.

Lila's eyes grew wide with terror as she realized the gravity of the situation. But the belt was swift to act. The power of its influence swept through the room, reshaping reality to fit Anon's desires. In an instant, Aria's shock transformed into a look of understanding, and she took a step back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I see," she murmured, her gaze lingering on the two of them, taking in the scene. "It's almost time for school, isn't it?"

The room grew silent, the only sound the distant chirp of a bird outside the window. Lila's heart hammered in her chest, but she felt the belt's power calming her, whispering reassurances that she didn't need to be afraid. With a tremulous smile, she nodded. "Yes, Mom," she said, her voice small but steady. "I'll get going." She leaned forward and kissed Anon on the cheek, her eyes pleading for his forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Uncle," she whispered, her voice a sweet, innocent apology that seemed to hang in the air.

Anon watched as she turned and stepped into the shower, the water cascading over her body, washing away the evidence of their forbidden encounter. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, but it was quickly swallowed by the hunger that the belt had stoked within him. He stepped in behind her, the warm water mixing with the scent of their shared arousal, and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Uncle," Lila murmured again, her voice barely audible over the patter of the rain. She looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, and his cock twitched in response. "But I had fun."

He couldn't argue with that. The belt's power had made sure that she had enjoyed herself, that she had seen their encounter as something natural, something she had wanted. And as much as he knew it was wrong, the thrill of it all was too much to ignore. He nodded, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "It's okay, Lila," he said, his voice gentle. "Just remember, this is our little secret."

The power of the belt had made it so, had painted their incestuous act in the colors of love and desire rather than the stark shades of reality.

Lila stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel, her eyes still filled with that strange mix of fear and excitement. She couldn't quite understand why she felt this way, why she had done what she had, but she knew she hadn't hated it. In fact, there was something... intoxicating about the way Anon had looked at her, the way his hands had felt on her body.

As the warm water washed over her, she thought about the belt's whispers, the way they had guided her through the act, making everything seem so... right. It was as if she had been born for this, bred to please him. She shivered, the water suddenly cold against her skin, and shut off the tap. The room was steamy, the mirrors fogged over, and she couldn't help but look at herself, seeing the reflection of a different person staring back at her.

Her skin was flawless, not a single blackhead to be seen. The belt's power had transformed her into the epitome of beauty, her skin as smooth as marble. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of their encounter. Even her hair looked lusher, more vibrant, as if it had been kissed by the sun. It was a strange feeling, one that she couldn't quite put into words, but it was undeniable.

Anon watched her leave, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and desire. It was as if she had been reborn before his very eyes, a creature of pure, untouchable allure. The belt whispered in his ear, a sly reminder of the power he now wielded. He could make anyone desire him, see him as the most attractive person in the room. The thought was intoxicating, a siren's call that he couldn't resist.

As Lila disappeared into the steam, Anon couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. The power of the belt had made her beautiful, had transformed her from a gangly teenager into a seductress that could make any man's knees buckle. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel invincible. He knew that if he wanted to, he could use this power to seduce anyone in town, to make them see him as their ultimate fantasy. The thought of the town's most untouchable women falling at his feet, begging for his touch, made his cock throb with anticipation.

But it was the look in Lila's eyes that lingered with him the most. The way she had looked at him, as if he could give her the world. It was a power he hadn't anticipated, a power that went beyond mere physical attraction. He had the ability to make her feel cherished, to make her believe that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. It was a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he knew that he had to be careful with it.

As she left the bathroom, Lila felt a strange mix of emotions. There was the guilt that whispered through her mind, the voice that told her what she had done was wrong. But it was quickly drowned out by the excitement, the thrill of the forbidden. She felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt before. Her body was still singing with the aftershocks of their encounter, and she couldn't wait to tell her friends about it.

In the mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself, and she couldn't believe what she saw. The girl staring back at her was not the same one that had walked in. Her skin glowed, her eyes sparkled, and her hair fell around her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. She looked...amazing. And she knew it wasn't just the post-orgasm flush. It was something more, something that had changed her down to her very core. It was the power of the belt, the power of Anon's influence. But She didn't know that.

Lila felt like she had been unlocked, like a treasure chest had been opened within her, and she was spilling out into the world. She had to share this feeling with others. The high-profile women in town—the ones she had always admired from afar—now felt attainable. If she could do this with Anon, surely she could make them feel the same way. The thought made her heart race, her blood pulsing with excitement.

Her thoughts were a jumble of desire and mischief as she dressed quickly. Her mind was a swirl of images—women of all shapes and sizes, all eager to taste the forbidden fruit that was her uncle's cum. She felt a thrill of power at the thought of bringing them to their knees, watching them worship his cock as she had.

Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she skipped down the hallway, her heart racing with every step. The house was quiet, but she felt as if the very walls were vibrating with the secret that now lived within her. She couldn't wait to get to school, to see the looks on her friends' faces when she told them about the power she now possessed.

Anon, still in the steam-filled bathroom, felt a strange mix of emotions. The guilt was there, but it was overshadowed by something else, something more primal. He felt powerful, like a god that had just discovered a new toy. The way Lila had looked at him, the way she had taken his cock in her mouth without hesitation—it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. He had done that to her. He had made her beautiful, had turned her into the object of his darkest desires.

He reached down and stroked himself, his cock already half-hard again. The memory of her mouth around him was enough to make him throb. The way she had swallowed his cum, so eager and hungry for his attention—it was a moment that would be burned into his brain forever. He thanked whatever twisted force of fate had led him to this belt, had granted him this power. It was a gift, a tool to be used to claim the untouchable, to make the impossible a reality. And he wasn't about to waste it.