Incubus Bloodline

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Natasha stands by the couch, her gaze scanning Anna's bare bottom, still trembling from the recent orgasm.

I raise my hand over my shoulder, just above the level of my head. ( my right hand, to be exact.) and let it fall limply onto my cousin Anna's spongy, creamy buttocks.

"Slaph"

A slap that not only awakens and shakes Anna's body with a brief murmur, but also Natasha's. She tries to cover her mouth with her hands, stifling her cry of surprise.

For my part, I raise my hand again.

"Slaph"

"Slaph"

Before the third slap, Anna seems to regain consciousness and pushes her bottom against my thighs, seeking to insert my shaft back into her honey pot.

Natasha realized her daughter Anna's intentions and, to her astonishment, took a step back without removing her hands from her mouth.

Before Aunt Natasha could move any further from the couch, I signaled for her to come closer with the same hand that had just seconds earlier spanked her daughter's bottom.

Natasha's head immediately shook, and instead, she took another step back, threatening to flee at any moment.

Not wanting to press the issue further, I shrugged before watching that spongy, creamy bottom again push against my thighs, while Anna's hand searched, found, held, and guided my shaft toward the entrance of her honey pot once again.

All this while the girl kept her bottom raised and her face on one of the cushions. Seconds later, Anna turned her face to the side, looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and smiled, without taking her head off the cushion.

Anna wets her lips and frowns. This lasts for several seconds until my shaft touches the entrance of her cavern and then slides back into her bowels.

When the shaft touches the depths of her being, Anna mouths a phrase with her open lips before wiggling her spongy bottom, because this time it was Anna who took the initiative, under the watchful eye of her mother.

Her moans are constant, as is the movement of her bottom, but this time in circular motions on my shaft. —"Oh my God!!!"— I cry out loud as I feel the suction of her honey pot around my entire shaft.

Remembering we're not alone, I go back to look for my aunt, but she's no longer there. When I search, I see her body running toward the kitchen before I lose sight of her.

Without my aunt watching, I pat Anna's back and ask with a few gestures for her to give me both hands. She and I grab each other's forearms, linking our hands, and I pull tightly.

This action causes Anna's face and chest to lift, and her body to arch backward. With this done, I continue to pull on her arms while I begin a round of intense, insane thrusts, drilling my shaft into her honey pot over and over again.

A couple of minutes later, the girl's face is staring at the ceiling, her eyes blank, and her body seems inert, without a single shred of life in her being.

After noticing her unconscious state, I never stop my hammering, pounding again and again, making the skin of her ass resonate throughout the living room.

It wasn't until my seed flooded her insides that I decided to let go of her hands, and her body immediately fell onto the couch.

—"Oh, good heavens."— Natasha comments with concern as she sees her daughter's body fall face down onto the couch, one hand on the outside of touching the floor.

I still hadn't considered our sex session over, so I immediately stood up, slid down, and positioned myself behind her. With my knees, I spread the girl's thighs until I got a good angle before bending down and pushing my hips forward, once again inserting my shaft into her honey pot.

Under her mother's watchful eye.

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It's after 12 a.m. When Max finished the sex-sweat-and-cinema section, Anna's body is brimming with thick fluids. While the girl drenched in sweat, her chest heaving rapidly, she gasps for air with her forearm over her face trying to cover her eyes, her head spinning, and her ears ringing.

The boy climbs the steps one by one to the second floor and as he enters the hallway, Max stops, turns and heads to the bathroom, taking his time for a long, comforting shower.

After finishing his shower and leaving the bathroom, Max entered his aunt's bedroom, his hair and body still wet, naked, with drops of water falling from his hair and running down his chest.

Natasha was awake in the middle of the bed, half of her body covered by a sheet that reached up and covered her chest.

Seeing Max enter the bedroom, Natasha clutched the sheet tightly, frightened, asking, —"What are you doing here.?"— Instead of answering his aunt's question, Max smiled, then began running her fingers over it, stroking his shaft.

These actions didn't go unnoticed by his aunt, who swallowed and tried to hide every sliver of skin under the sheet. —"No, I don't know what you want."— The woman commented, her voice cracking.

Max ignores the woman's comment and, taking slow steps, approaches the edge of the bed. He raises one of his knees to the mattress, threatening to climb up at any moment.

—"Wait, wait, no, don't get on the bed, no, don't get on the bed."— Natasha says, wanting to stop the boy from advancing. In the process, she leans forward, revealing a portion of the woman's sexy lingerie.

Max immediately fixes his gaze on that cleavage adorned with a sheer red robe. Underneath the robe is a creamy, full, embroidered black bra.

It only takes a few seconds for excitement to fill the boy's mind, and a peachy scent completely saturates the bedroom.

After a few breaths, Natasha's face relaxes, and she forcefully pushes the sheet aside. She then seductively crawls toward Max. Before she can reach him, the woman leans her face until her lips touch, lick, and suck the boy's genitals with an almost desperate excitement, while her gaze searches Max's face.

—"Mnn."— Natasha moans, her mouth still full. —"Let it go."— Midway through her sentence, she sucks his balls a couple more times.

—"Mnn, Mnn, God, I think I'm addicted to your taste."— After finishing speaking, without putting her hands in, Natasha searches for the head of the shaft with her mouth only.

Max leans down and pulls the negligee down with both hands, uncovering her aunt's spongy ass. —"Come on, babe, it's time to lie on your back."— Even with half the shaft in her mouth, Natasha nods at the boy's command.

The woman takes her time turning and lying on her back with her legs in an "M" shape facing the boy. 

Max takes and holds both legs below the ankles and opens them in a "V" as he lets his shaft rest just above the honey pot, still covered by a micro-panty. The fabric barely covers the cave entrance , leaving a tender, pink skin with a scant amount of pubic hair above the fabric.

Max lets go of one of her legs and, with his now free hand, holds, grips, and lets his shaft fall onto the micro-panty fabric, just above the cave entrance.

The boy rocks his hips back and forth, sliding the hard shaft over the fabric. With just a few movements of his shaft, the fabric has completely moved away from the cave entrance.

It didn't take Max long to lubricate the shaft from the base to the tip, and without further ado, the boy pushed his shaft into the honey pot.

Natasha's response was immediate as she felt her insides slowly being filled with a hard rod. 

This made the woman moan through her teeth and scrunch her face until it was almost completely deformed, while the woman threw her head back, letting out a deep, loud snort.

—"Wait, wait."— Natasha said through her teeth, trying to buy some time for the boy to stop taking the hard shaft deep into her bowels, literally touching the entrance to her uterus with a single hip thrust.

And since Max never stopped his hips, the woman cursed between screams and moans, while the boy held both legs and seemed to have a drill bit like a shaft, with strong, fast, but above all constant thrusts, hitting again and again.

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Natasha's constant screams and moans can be heard even outside the bedroom across the hall, causing Grandma Olga to get up and go out to look. But upon learning what was really happening to her daughter, the grandmother went back to sleep once more.

It was after 2 a.m. when Anna finally regained consciousness and got up from the couch, still a little dazed. The girl dragged her feet and took her time walking toward the stairs, her still-sore bottom making every step very difficult.

Leaning on the handrail, Anna climbs each step one by one and when she reaches the hallway, she clearly hears her mother's moans coming out of the bedroom, but the pain in her backside is much stronger than her curiosity, so the girl just wrinkles her face and continues on her way to her own bedroom.

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