'What a beautiful morning~'. I thought in my head, watching the morning sight that bathed in my room.
The first golden rays of dawn spilled through the slits of my bedroom curtains, painting warm streaks across the rumpled sheets. I, Sael Hardcox, stirred awake—not with the groggy reluctance of a man burdened by paranoia, but with the crisp clarity of someone who had shed chains I hadn't even realized were tightening around my mind.
Last night had been the most amazing night in my entire 2 lifetime. Seeing the astronomical figures in my bank account—numbers that once belonged only to the untouchable elite—had sent my thoughts spiraling. This new world wasn't just different—it was ruthless. Media conglomerates, shadow corporations, power players who could bury a man under an avalanche of slander with a single phone call. And here I was, an overnight millionaire, a speck in the vast ocean of their influence.
But now? Now, I can breathe freely. The fear had dissipated, replaced by an intoxicating thrill. I was a ghost in the system; Meteor Studio was registered under the impenetrable veil of the Cayman Islands—a haven for the financially untraceable. And me? Officially, I was just a "Creative Team Director" based in the New USA. A faceless title, just so that I am now no longer hold the title of jobless, and can get paid, without and suspicion
As long as I didn't strut around like a peacock with a golden tail, I was untouchable. Then again, I am not the kind that eager to buy sport car or something like that. Who knew being rich would be so terrifyingly exhilarating?
As always, I begin my morning workout routine, it was a hassle, as I am a fairly lazy person, but it had to be done. Nowadays I have to take care of my physique. After a punishing set of push-ups and crunches—my body thrumming with endorphins—I stepped out of my room. The house was already alive with murmured conversation and the rich, buttery scent of breakfast.
Bella, my fiery Mexican cousin with hips that could start wars, stood by the stove, humming as she flipped pancakes with effortless grace. Vera, her mother and my equally voluptuous aunt, lounged against the counter, her dark eyes flickering with mischief as she sipped coffee. Nadia maintained her usual regal composure, though the warmth in her gaze betrayed her usual icy exterior. Cathy, my mother, was the picture of domestic perfection in her fitted pencil skirt and crisp blouse—business-ready but never too professional to ignore me. Emily, my blonde bombshell of a sister, was the only one that is missing.
"Where's Em?". I asked Bella.
"She forced herself to play Silent Hill last night," Bella informed me, rolling her eyes. "Screamed like a banshee and passed out in my room."
"Scared to sleep alone, I guess?". A smirk tugged at my lips. Greeting each of them properly was non-negotiable now.
"Mmmhmmm~ Chuuu~ Morning, baby girl,". I cupped Bella's face first, my lips claiming hers in a slow, possessive kiss—her gasp swallowed by my tongue. "Mhm~ Morning, Bro,". Bella beamed.
"Tia, Sllllrrrpppp~ Mmmm, hmmm~ Morning,". Vera was next, her plump lips parting eagerly, a moan vibrating against my mouth. Natalia's kiss was more restrained, but the way her fingers lingered on my jaw spoke volumes.
Finally, Mom. Our eyes locked—and nothing had to be said between us, and my morning kiss, is no longer normal like before, I was greeting my woman now. I didn't say a word. I just walked up behind her, my bare feet silent on the cool tile. My hands found her waist, my thumbs pressing into the small of her back. She tensed for a fraction of a second, then melted against me with a soft, knowing sigh. I spun her around, catching her gasp with my mouth.
"Smack♥ Smack♥ Mmmwah♥ Mmmwah... Ssllurp♥ ".
It wasn't a gentle, good-morning peck. It was a claiming. My tongue plunged past her lips, tasting the sweet remnants of her coffee and the underlying flavor that was just her—vanilla and warm woman. My hands slid down from her waist, gripping the phenomenal swell of her ass, pulling her tight against the hard ridge already straining against my sweatpants. Her arms snaked around my neck, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, deeper.
"PAH!! Mmhmm~ Morning Mom,". I pulled away, leaving us both breathless. Her lips were swollen; her eyes glazed with pure lust.
"Mornin Sweetheart,". Mom replied, intoxicated and loving how I treated her, special than the others this morning.
"Bathroom, now, Mom…". I secretly whispered on her ears, and I gave her a slow, wicked grin, then turned and headed straight for the hallway bathroom without a single word.
"Ahem! Need to go to the toilet, for a bit,". Mom stood up, and neat her clothes, and then walked behind me.
I can hear that Aunt Vera and Grandma Nadia lightly laughing. I ignored them and waited in the bathroom, for her, and she did come. The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind us, the world outside ceased to exist. Mom was already sinking to her knees on the cool white tiles, her manicured fingers making quick work of the knot on my sweatpants. The sheer, raw hunger in her eyes made my cock jump, a thick, eager pulse of anticipation before she'd even freed it from my boxers.
"Ahh, fuck—that's it, Mom," I groaned the second her hot, wet lips enveloped the head.
Her tongue was a miracle. It swirled around the throbbing crown, lapping up the bead of precum that had already gathered there. Then, without any hesitation, she took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing out obscenely as she began to suck.
"Mm!!, mmm... Schlurp!! …Schlluuup!! Schlurp!!! ".
The slick, wet sounds of her mouth working my shaft filled the small, tiled room. Her eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, a soft moan vibrating around my cock.
"Ah~ my baby is hard this morning~ Sllrrruppp!!~ Ahh~ so much that you even that daring in front of everyone…GUKK! GUCKK!! ..SSLLRRPPP!!!!". She knew exactly what I needed, exactly how I liked it. Her head bobbed relentlessly, a perfect rhythm of suction and tongue, her hand pumping the base of my shaft in time with her mouth. Spit was dripping down my length, glistening under the harsh fluorescent light.
"Ahhh~ You're so big, Mmmhmmm~". she mumbled, pulling off for a second, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip. "I love how you feel in my throat, Baby~ Slurrppp!!! …Lick, lick… Lick…♥ Suck, suck♥…".
"Ahh~ Then take it all mom,". I grunted, my fingers tangling in her soft blonde hair, urging her to suck me more.
She moaned in agreement and swallowed me whole again, her nose pressing into my pelvic bone. I could feel the tight, convulsive squeeze of her throat. I was close, so fucking close.
"Gonna cum—" I warned, my voice a ragged growl.
She didn't even try to pull away. She just looked up at me, her blue eyes wide and submissive, and deepthroated me to the base.
"Ugh… Ughk… Slurp!? Suck! …Suck! GAWK! GAWK!!". She gagged slightly but held me there, her throat working wildly as my release slammed into her. A guttural, animalistic moan ripped from my throat.
"Drink it all, Mom! Spluuurt… Spluuurt... Spluurt!". I emptied myself down her throat in thick, viscous ropes.
"Mmph, slurp, mm, GULP! GULP! Hmmm~." Cathy didn't flinch; she swallowed diligently, her throat muscles milking every last drop from me until I was twitching and sensitive.
"Fuck~ mom, you looked so hot, like that,". Finally, she pulled off with a soft, wet pop, gasping for air, a trail of my cum glistening on her chin.
"PAK! Don't curse early in the morning, baby,". She slapped my arm, as She rose on shaky legs, using my hip for balance. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her blouse slightly ruffled but otherwise pristine. A lazy, sated smile played on her lips.
"Sneaking around like this… it's thrilling," she admitted breathlessly, her voice husky.
"Yep, it was even more exciting, that they didn't know about it,". I couldn't agree more. The risk, the taboo, the sheer audacity of it—it was a fucking drug. But the sight of her—her skirt still perfectly hugging that incredible ass, her blouse taut over her chest—made my cock, still wet from her mouth, twitch defiantly back to life against my thigh.
She noticed instantly. Her eyes dropped down, and a wicked, knowing smirk curled her lips.
"Again?" she asked, her tone dripping with faux innocence.
In answer, she didn't wait for me to speak. She turned around, presenting that magnificent ass to me, and slowly hiked up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any sensible underwear. Instead, it was a tiny black lace thing, a flimsy string that disappeared between her cheeks. She hooked a finger under the side of the floss-like fabric and pulled it aside, revealing her pussy, already glistening and swollen from our little bathroom interlude. No more words were needed.
I spun her around, bending her over the cold porcelain of the sink. Her ass jutting out was an obscene, beautiful offering. My hands gripped the generous curves of her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I positioned myself at her soaking entrance and slammed into her with a single, brutal thrust.
"Slick!!~PAH! PAH! PAH!".
"Baby! AHHHH!!!! Fuck—! HHNGGHH!!!!". she cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles. The bathroom instantly became a symphony of our fucking. The sharp, rhythmic slap of my skin against hers.
"PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!! Fuck! I love your tight pussy, Mom!". Her tight pussy felt like it was molded for my cock. Each pumps reach deep inside of her.
"Aahhh… Aaahhh♥ Yes! Oh god, Sael! Right there! Don't stop! Hah… hng? H-haah?!". Mom moans turned into choked, incoherent pleas. Her nails scrambled for purchase on the smooth sink, scratching at the porcelain.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥Thrust, Thrust~♥♥". I fucked her with unrelenting, punishing force, my balls slapping against her throbbing clit with every deep, savage plunge. I could feel her inner walls beginning to clench and spasm around me.
"I'm—I'm gonna—" she tried to warn me, but her words dissolved into a scream.
"AAHH!!! GUOO~ Ooooohhhhhh!~!!!! Baby!! Too deep! Too deep!! FUCKKKKK!!!! AAAHHHHHH!!!!~~". Her whole body seized as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy milking my cock in violent, delicious pulses.
"FUCK! MOM!!! That's it! That's it! Lowered your fucking womb, Mom! Do it!! Slap! slap! Slap! slap!". I didn't slow down. I kept my pace, driving her through it, pushing her right towards the edge of another.
"Ah, ahh, nn… Hhhnn… My heads spinning, baby!!… My womb is down baby… ahh… Fuuuuuckkkk!!!! Ahhh! It's forced open… By Your big and... thick COCK!!!… AAAHH!! AHHH!! AHHH!! SSSPPPPURRRTTTTT!!!". It didn't take long. A second, sharper climax followed shortly after, her cries muffled against her arm.
"I'm Cumming mom!!! Get Pregnant!! BITCH!!!! Spluuurt… Spluurt. Spluuurt… SSSPPPPURRRTTT!!!~~". Only then did I let my own control snap. With a final, deep grind, I came inside her, my own release a hot flood joining the mess we'd already made.
We both collapsed over the sink, panting, sweating, utterly spent. The mirror was fogged with our breath. After a moment, Cathy's fingers, still trembling, reached into the cabinet under the sink. She retrieved a small, smooth silicone device.
"Fuh~ what's that mom?". I asked.
"A Pussy plug, Honey… this'll keep everything inside," she purred, her voice still shaky from exertion. "By putting them on~ it'll let me feel you all day at work…".
"Oh~ that's hot,". The idea was intensely erotic—her sitting in meetings, my cum trapped inside her, a filthy little secret—but I had something better in mind. I wanted her desperate for me, I wanted her wetness to be a constant reminder.
"Nope, don't put that on, Mom,". taking the plug from her and tossing it into the sink where it clattered uselessly. "I don't want you plugged up... I want to fill you up fresh every single time… It is hot, that you wanted to walk and work all day long, with my cum, inside your pussy… but, if you use the plug, then~ we can't fuck more frequently… rather than keeping the old cum, I rather filled you up every time, you wanted,".
Her sharp inhale was all the answer I needed. The way her pupils dilated, the fresh wave of wetness I could feel around my softening cock—she fucking loved it.
"You naughty boy, alright, as you wish,". she murmured, her voice dripping with submissive desire. She turned her head and sealed the promise with a deep, messy, post-coital kiss.
Just as Cathy reached for the door handle, smoothing down her skirt, it swung open from the other side.
Vera was right in front of the door.
She stood there, arms crossed under her massive chest, which was straining against the thin fabric of her white tank top. Her hips were cocked to one side, and one perfectly sculpted eyebrow was arched so high it nearly disappeared into her dark hairline. A knowing, utterly unimpressed smirk played on her full lips.
"You two aren't as sneaky as you think," she drawled, her voice a low, husky thing. "The whole house heard you… The groaning, the slapping, the... gurgling.".
Cathy, to her credit, didn't even blush. She just burst into laughter, a bright, genuine sound that was completely at odds with the debauchery we'd just committed. She was completely, utterly unashamed.
"Sorry, Vera," Cathy said, not sounding sorry at all. She squeezed past our aunt with a wink. "He's just... very enthusiastic about his morning greetings... besides, I need to take care of my baby needs,".
Vera's dark eyes tracked Cathy as she left, then swung back to me. I was still naked, glistening with sweat, and completely hard again. The sight of my aunt—her fire, her challenge, that body that was pure sin—stirred something primal in me.
"Tia, Vera~". I closed the distance between us in two steps, pressing my bare body against hers, pinning her gently against the doorframe. The heat coming off her skin was insane, I knew she dreamed of this. And she knew I wanted it.
"What? Still not satified?". she challenged, feigning indifference though her rapidly rising and falling chest betrayed her.
"Yes, Aunt Vera, Look at me, I'm still this hard,". I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I bit her earlobe.
"Get on your knees and suck my cock, mi tía caliente.". I growled in low, rough Spanish. Her breath hitched. I saw the fight drain out of her shoulders, replaced by a shiver of raw need. Her facade of annoyance crumbled into pure, wanting submission.
"Sí, mi amor…" she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper.
And just like that—the Latina seductress surrendered.
If Cathy's blowjob was a skilled, loving art form, Vera's was an obscene, supernatural witchcraft. There was no gentle warm-up. Her mouth was a voracious vacuum from the first second. Her full lips sealed around my shaft, and her head began to piston with a ruthless, mechanical precision.
"Schlop! Gulk! Gaghh—! Schlop! Gulk! Ahhh~!!". Her tongue scraped along the sensitive underside of my cock with every stroke. Her cheeks were hollowed so deep I thought they'd touch. Her throat flexed and opened, taking me deeper than should have been possible, making me see stars.
"¿Te encanta esto, papi? Hmmm~ Sllrruppp~!!". she purred between brutal, perfect strokes. "You love this, don't you? You love using my throat? GUK! GHUCK!! COUGH!! SSLLRRRUPPP!!~".
"Fuck yes—" I grunted, my hands fisting in her dark curls. "Don't stop."
She didn't. She increased her pace, her eyes rolling back in her head as she lost herself in the act of pleasuring me. It was overwhelming. Two minutes. That's all it took for the pressure in my balls to snap.
"I'm gonna cum!" I warned her.
She just nodded, her mouth still full, and took me even deeper. My release erupted down her throat with a force that made my knees buckle.
"Spluuurt. Spluuurt. …♥ Suck, suck, gulp~ Gulp~ ahhh~".
Vera milked me dry, her lips sealed tight, her throat working to swallow every single hot, salty drop. When I was finally spent, completely empty, she pulled back slowly. And then she showed me.
"Ahhh~ Slick~ Slick~ GULPPP!! Ahhh~". She opened her mouth, a thick, white strand of my cum still clinging to her tongue. She made a show of it, looking me right in the eyes, before swallowing it with a loud, sinful gulp.
"Tu semen es delicioso…" she moaned, licking her lips clean. "So delicious..."
The sight of her there, on her knees, her body curved and begging for more, her ass in the air just pleading to be spanked—it was too much. I grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet, my hands groping her full, heavy tits through her tank top possessively. I was ready to take her right there against the bathroom door.
But Vera was a temptress with rules. She was pure fire, and you couldn't contain fire.
"NO,". she chided softly, twisting out of my grasp with a dancer's grace. She pressed a finger to my lips. "Uh-uh. If you want more—and I know you do—the first time won't be in a bathroom. It won't be a quickie." Her dark eyes smoldered.
"It'll be in my bed. Where it should be done properly... this ass, had to be claimed properly… until then, no,". Aunt Vera were serious, and she gave out, her condition.
"Soon," I promised, my voice low and full of intent.
Her answering smirk was pure, unadulterated sin. "I can't wait…".
My hand shot out, and I delivered a sharp, stinging SMACK to her perfect, round ass.
"PAH!"
She yelped, a sound of surprise and pleasure that was like a melody. A melody I fully intended to make her sing again. Very, very soon.
Showered, sated, and dressed in clean clothes, I reclined in the chair in my room, basking in the hazy, powerful afterglow. The house was quiet now, empty. Everyone was off to their daily routines, carrying my marks, my scent, my promises with them.