[Y-yes...] She repeated it like a mantra, her voice trembling in her own mind.
[I'm just helping... That's all... That's all this is...!]
Her eyes lingered on the bulge, her mind flooding with images—of what it would look like, of what it would feel like, of how it would stretch her, fill her in ways she hadn't been filled in years. The shame was crushing, but the need was stronger, her body betraying her with every passing second.
[B-but what if he wakes up...?] Her thoughts spiraled, her heart racing.
[What if he catches me...? Oh God... What would he think of me...?] Her fingers clenched the sheets, her mind torn between desire and disgrace.
[I need to think of something...]
Gabriela's thoughts were frantic, her mind racing as she stared at the bulge in my pants, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The shame was there, burning hot in her chest, but the need—the hunger—was stronger. She could feel it, the way her pussy ached, the way her body betrayed her with every passing second.
[Yeah... this will do...]
Her fingers trembled as she reached out, her touch hesitant at first, barely grazing the fabric over my cock. But then—she committed. Her hand slid down, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants, her breath hitching as she pulled.
The fabric gave way, my hard, throbbing cock springing free, slapping against my stomach with a wet sound. Gabriela's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the size of me—thick, veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum, the sheer length of it making her mind spin.
[OMG! So big...!] Her thought was a breathless exclamation, her fingers hovering just above my cock, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. She'd never seen anything like it—never felt anything like it—and the thought of what it would do to her, how it would stretch her, fill her, made her pussy clench with need.
Her fingers twitched, her mind screaming at her to stop, to think of Diaz, but her body wouldn't listen. Instead, she reached out, her touch light, exploratory, as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
[So hot...] Her thoughts were a mess of shame and lust, her mind spinning as she felt the heat of me, the pulse of my cock in her hand. She bit her lip, her body aching with need, her pussy dripping as she imagined what it would feel like to have me inside her.
She pulled her hand back, her fingers trembling, her mind racing. But then—she turned, pressing her ass back against me, her bathrobe riding up just enough to expose the curve of her cheek, the shadow of her pussy beneath.
I groaned, the sound low and unconscious, my cock twitching against her ass as I pretended to still be asleep.
[So hot...] Her thoughts were filthy now, her mind spinning with images—of me behind her, of my cock pushing inside her, of how good it would feel to be filled like that.
She pressed back harder, her ass grinding against my cock, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The friction was maddening, the heat between us unbearable, and she could feel how wet she was, how ready she was for me.
[I should remove... my bathrobe...]
Her thoughts were wicked now, her mind made up. [And make it look like an accident...]
She shifted, her fingers trembling as she loosened the tie of her robe, letting it fall open just enough to expose the curve of her breast, the dark nipple already hard, begging for attention. The fabric slipped, revealing the swell of her hips, the shadow of her pussy beneath, the curls already glistening with her arousal.
[Even when Jack wakes up...] Her thoughts were dark, twisted, her mind already spinning with excuses. [I can pretend that Jack did everything... He. He...]
She smirked to herself, her body burning with need, her mind already spinning with excuses, with justifications for what she was about to do.
The shame was still there, lurking in the back of her mind, but it was drowning beneath the wave of lust crashing over her.
The way her pussy ached, the way her body betrayed her—it was all too much, and she wanted this. She needed this.
And oh, this was going to be fun.
I chuckled inwardly, my lips curling into a dark smirk. She wanted to put the blame on me—to pretend like I was the one who started this, like I was the one who seduced her. But we both knew the truth. She was already mine before she even realized it.
I felt her hand reach back, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her touch hesitant at first, but then—firm. She aligned it to her pussy, the head pressing against her wet, aching entrance, her breath hitching as she felt how hard I was, how big I was.
But instead of taking me inside her, she rubbed it—just slightly, her hips rolling back against me, her pussy grinding against the length of my cock.
[Aaaaah...] The sound escaped her lips, a soft, needy moan, her body trembling with desire. [Aah... Hmmm...]
Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her fingers tightening around my cock as she rubbed it against her, the friction driving her wild. The way her ass pressed back against me, the way her pussy clenched with need—it was all too much, and she couldn't
stop.
[Oh God...] Her thoughts were a mess of shame and lust, her mind spinning as she imagined what it would feel like to have me inside her. [It's so big... So hard...]
She bit her lip, her body aching with need, her pussy dripping as she ground against me, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
[I—I can't...] Her thoughts stuttered, her mind racing. [I can't stop...]
But she didn't want to.
I stayed still, my breathing slow, my body relaxed, pretending to be asleep. But I felt her—her ass pressed against me, her pussy rubbing against my cock, her moans filling the room. The air between us was electric, charged with something dangerous, something filthy.
And oh, this was only the beginning.
-x-X-x-
The air in the room was thick with tension, the scent of Gabriela's arousal hanging heavy between us. I knew exactly what I was doing—every move, every word, every breath—was calculated to break her down, to make her mine. And now, it was time to push her further.
With a sudden, exaggerated gasp, I jolted awake, my body jerking back as if I'd just been shocked. My voice was filled with fake horror, my expression a perfect mask of panic. "What—I—?" I stammered, my hands flying up as if to distance myself from what had just happened.
"Auntie, I—I'm so sorry!" My voice cracked with feigned shame, my face flushing as I scrambled to put space between us.
"I'm worse than a beast... I didn't know what happened... I was sleeping..." I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I clutched the sheets. "Yeah... I must have been sleepwalking... Auntie, please believe me!"
Gabriela's body went rigid at the sound of my voice, her breath catching in her throat. She turned to face me, her dark eyes wide with shock and betrayal. "I..." she stammered, her voice trembling with hurt. "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Jack..."
But as I tuned into her thoughts with my Telekinesis, I heard the real story—the guilt, the desire, the deception she was spinning for herself.
[He's so innocent...] Her thoughts were a whirlwind of shame and hunger.
[It's obviously me... I'm the one who pressed against him... Who touched him...]Her breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she tried to justify her actions.
[But he's apologizing... Like he didn't even notice what I was doing...]
A dark, filthy thrill shot through her, her pussy clenching at the memory of my cock—hard, thick, pulsing—pressed against her.
[I'm so bad...]Her mind spiraled, her body aching with need.
[To deceive a young man like this... To use him when he's asleep...]
But then—her thoughts took a darker, more desperate turn.
[But I can't stop now...] Her mind raced, her body still throbbing from the feel of me.
[Not after feeling him... That size...]
Her breath came faster, her pussy dripping as she remembered the way my cock had pressed against her, the way it had twitched with need.
[My husband was never this big...] The thought sent a jolt of shame and lust through her. [And after Diaz was born... We stopped... He never wanted me like this...]
Her fingers twitched, her mind warring between guilt and desire. [I don't know why this is happening now...] Her thoughts were frantic, her body betraying her.
[But... I can't go back... Not after feeling him...]
A wicked, shameless idea flashed through her mind.
[Maybe... maybe I can blame him...] Her thoughts turned deceptive, her mind already spinning excuses. [If he thinks he did it... If he thinks he touched me first...] Her breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the thought. [Then it's not my fault...]
Her body ached with need, her mind already justifying what she was about to do.
I kept my expression remorseful, my voice pleading. "Auntie, I'm so sorry..." I repeated, my hands clenched in my lap, my eyes downcast. "I didn't mean it... I swear..."
But as I listened to her thoughts, I heard the truth—the filthy, desperate truth.
[He's so innocent...] Her mind was a mess of shame and lust. [He doesn't even know what he's doing to me...]
Her fingers trembled, her body aching for more.
[But I do...] Her thoughts were dark, twisted. [And I want it...]
She shifted closer, her voice soft, manipulative. "Jack..." she murmured, her hand reaching out to brush my arm. "It's okay... I know you didn't mean it..."
But her thoughts betrayed her.
[I'll let him think it was an accident...]Her mind was wicked, her body hungry.
[But tonight... I'm going to take what I want...]
And oh, this was going to be fun.
I kept my expression innocent, my voice shaky. "Auntie, I promise... It won't happen again..." I lied, my smirk hidden in the dim light.
But inside?
I was laughing.
Because Gabriela?
She was mine before she even realized it.
She'd be begging for more before the night was over—I'd make sure of it.
Gabriela's dark eyes flicked down, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of my cock—still hard, still throbbing—as I pretended to hide it with my hand.
[It's even bigger than before...] Her thought was a breathless whisper in her own mind, her fingers twitching with the urge to reach out, to touch me again.
I made a show of pulling my pants up, my voice trembling with fake embarrassment. "Auntie... I'll go out now..." I stammered, my cheeks flushed as if I were genuinely ashamed. "I'm so sorry..."
But Gabriela tensed instantly, her body reacting before her mind could even process it.
[No!]Her thought was sharp, panicked.
[If he goes out... what will I do...?]
Her breath came faster, her pussy clenching at the thought of being left alone with this need, this ache that only I could satisfy.
[No... I can't let him go...]
Her voice was quick, almost desperate, as she reached out, her fingers brushing my arm. "Wait, Jack..." she said, her tone firm but laced with something needy. "You can't go out like this..."
Her eyes flicked down again, her gaze locked on the bulge in my pants, her mind racing with filthy possibilities. She wanted me to stay. She needed me to stay.
And oh, I knew it.
I paused, my expression carefully conflicted, as if I were torn between shame and obedience. My voice trembled, my hands still clutching at my pants, my body language screaming remorse. "B-but Auntie, I—I can't..." I stammered, my voice cracking with fake guilt. "Not after what I did..."
But Gabriela wasn't having it.
[I need him...] Her thought was raw, desperate, her mind spinning with lust and shame. [I need him to stay...]
Her fingers tightened around my hand, her voice soft but firm, laced with a manipulative edge. "You can't go out like this..." she said, her dark eyes locked onto mine, her gaze flicking down to the bulge in my pants before meeting my eyes again.
"Yeah... Officer Sarah must be out there..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her tone pleading. "If she asked you... What would you do...?"
She shook her head, her expression maternal, concerned—but her thoughts betrayed her.
[Yes...] Her mind raced, her body aching with need. [This excuse will definitely work.]
But we both knew the truth.
She didn't care about ruining me.
She just didn't want me to leave.
-x-X-x-
I let my voice crack, my expression tormented. "But Auntie..." I whispered, my fingers tightening around the fabric of my pants. "I cannot forgive myself... For being a beast... Even for my friend's mother... I—"
Gabriela didn't let me finish.
Gabriela's fingers tightened around my throbbing cock, her dark eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that made my blood boil. Her voice was soft, maternal—but her thoughts were filthy, her mind already spinning with ways to justify what she was about to do.
"Jack..." she murmured, her voice dripping with false concern, her fingers sliding down to wrap around my veiny cock. The moment her hand made contact, I let out a shaky breath, my body tensing as if I were ashamed—but the way my cock twitched in her grip betrayed me.
"It's harmful to keep it hard like this..." she whispered, her thumb brushing over the throbbing head, her touch lingering on the pre-cum glistening at the tip.
"Let Auntie help you calm it down..." Her voice was sweet, reassuring—but her thoughts were wicked.
[Since it's my fault... I owe him this...]
Her fingers tightened, her grip firm as she stroked me, her dark eyes locked onto mine. "You're suffering, mijo..." she murmured, her voice soothing, her touch teasing. "Auntie can't let you stay like this..."
I let my breath hitch, my cheeks flushing as if I were mortified. "A-Auntie, n-no..." I stammered, my voice trembling, my body tensing under her touch. "I—I can't let you—"
But Gabriela wasn't listening.
With a sudden movement, she pushed me back onto the bed, her body moving with a confidence that betrayed her desperation.
She turned, her curvy ass pressing against my face as she positioned herself over me, her bathrobe falling open completely, revealing the full, round swell of her cheeks, the dark, glistening folds of her pussy—covered in a thick, curly bush of pubic hair, damp with her arousal—and the tight, puckered hole of her ass, clenching with need.
[Oh God...] Her thought was a moan, her body aching with need. [His cock is so big... So hard... And I'm so wet...]
Her lips parted, her tongue sliding out to lick her lips as she lowered herself, her breath hot against my throbbing cock. "Just relax, mijo..." she murmured, her voice husky, her hunger palpable. "Auntie will take care of you..."
And then—
Her lips parted, her tongue sliding out to lick the pre-cum glistening on the head of my cock. The warmth of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my hips jerking involuntarily.
[Mmm...] The sound vibrated against my cock, her lips wrapping around the throbbing head, her tongue swirling as she took me deeper.
[So big... So thick... I need this...]
Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head, her lips tightening around my cock, her tongue tracing the veins, her moans vibrating against my skin. "Mmm... Jack..." she moaned, her voice muffled around my cock, her lips slurping as she took me deeper. "You're such a good boy... Let Auntie make it better..."
And as she gulped my cock, her ass pressing against my face, I couldn't resist.
My tongue slid out, licking the glistening folds of her pussy, tasting her musky, sweet arousal. The pubic hair was thick, curly, damp with her juices, and I delved my tongue deep into her folds, licking her clean, savoring every drop of her.
[So wet... So fucking sweet...] My thought was a growl, my tongue flicking over her clit, teasing her entrance, before sliding lower, circling her tight, puckered asshole.
[Aah!] Gabriela's thought was a gasp, her body trembling as my tongue pressed against her asshole.
"Ngh—! Mmm—!" Her moans were muffled around my cock, her hips bucking slightly as I licked her there, my tongue swirling around the tight ring of muscle. [N-no... There...?] Her shame was palpable—but her desire was stronger.
"Mmm—! Jack—!" She moaned around my cock, her voice vibrating against my skin.
"Mmm... Jack..." she moaned again, her lips popping off my cock for just a second, her saliva dripping down my cock.
"You're such a good boy..." Her words were filthy, her tongue swirling around my cock, her lips tightening as she bobbed her head. "Auntie will make it all better..."
I groaned against her pussy, my tongue licking her asshole, my fingers spreading her cheeks as I delved deeper, tasting her, claiming her. [Oh fuck...] Gabriela's thought was a whimper, her body arching as my tongue pressed against her tight hole.
"Aah—! Dios—!" She moaned, her voice breathy, her hips grinding against my face.
[I—I shouldn't... But God... It feels so good...]
"Auntie..." I moaned against her skin, my voice muffled, my tongue licking her pussy before sliding back to her asshole, my fingers digging into her hips.
"I—I can't... It's wrong..." My voice was shaky, my cock twitching in her mouth, my hips bucking involuntarily as she took me deeper, her throat opening for me.
"Shhh..." Gabriela moaned, her lips popping off my cock for just a second, her saliva glistening on her lips.
"It's okay, mijo..." Her voice was husky, her eyes dark with lust.
"Auntie is helping you... And you're helping Auntie too..." She lowered her head again, her lips wrapping around my cock, her tongue swirling as she took me all the way to the back of her throat.
And as she swallowed my cock again, her ass grinding against my face, I knew—
She was mine.
And by the time this night was over?
She'd be begging for more.
Gabriela's voice was a muffled, desperate moan as she took me deep into her throat, her lips stretched obscenely around my thick cock, her tongue swirling around the base.
"Mmm—! Jack—!" she groaned, the vibrations of her voice sending waves of pleasure through my cock. Her ass pressed harder against my face, her thick, juicy cheeks smothering me as I buried my tongue deep into her folds, lapping up her musky, tangy arousal.
The coarse curls of her pubic hair tickled my nose, the scent of her pussy intoxicating, her taste addictive.
"You're such a good boy..." she gasped, pulling off my cock just long enough to praise me, her voice dripping with false maternal concern and real, raw lust. "Auntie loves how you lick her..."
But I wasn't done playing the innocent boy.
With a sudden, possessive grip, I seized her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pulled her ass tighter against my face. My tongue, slick with her juices, pressed deeper into her asshole, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside.
-x-X-x-
Gabriela let out a muffled, choked gasp, her body trembling as I violated her there, my tongue fucking her asshole with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Nnngh—! Mmm—!" she moaned, her voice vibrating around my cock as she took me deep again, her throat fluttering as I hit the back of it.
And then—
I slammed my hips upward, my cock plunging deep into her throat. Gabriela gagged, her eyes watering as I choked her with my length, her throat convulsing around me. "Mmm—! Ggh—!" she struggled, her moans muffled and desperate, her body trembling as I held her there, my cock buried to the hilt in her throat.
And then—
She was squirting, her pussy gushing hot, sticky fluid all over my face, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her.
But it wasn't just her arousal—her bladder released too, a warm stream of piss splashing over my cheeks, my chin, dripping down my neck.
The humiliation of it only made her hotter, her moans growing louder, more desperate as she came all over me.
"Fuck—!" I growled against her ass, my voice muffled as I lapped at her, tasting her release, her shame, her need.
My tongue didn't stop, didn't hesitate—I licked her clean, my fingers digging harder into her hips as I owned her.
Gabriela's body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as she pulled off my cock, her lips glistening with saliva, her dark eyes wide with a mix of shock and lust.
The flush on her cheeks was deep, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "J-Jack..." she panted, her voice trembling, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I—I didn't mean to—"
She shifted off my body, her movements stiff with embarrassment, her gaze dropping to the floor as if she couldn't bear to look at me.
The shame in her eyes was palpable, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release—and the humiliation of losing control. "Auntie... really didn't mean it..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, her fingers clutching the edges of her bathrobe as if it could shield her from the weight of what just happened.
I reached out, my hand gentle but firm as I turned her to face me. My grip slid to her waist, pulling her closer, my dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "Auntie..." I murmured, my voice soft, reassuring—but my gaze was hungry, possessive. "I don't blame you..."
My fingers brushed her cheek, my thumb tracing the flush on her skin as I leaned in, my breath warm against her face. "I'm happy..." I whispered, my voice a dark caress, my words loaded with meaning. "That I was able to help Auntie..."
And then—
My cock, still hard, still throbbing with need, slid against the coarse, damp curls of her pubic hair. The contact sent a jolt through both of us, Gabriela's breath catching in her throat as she gasped, her body arching slightly into the touch.
"Aaaaah... Hmm..." The sound escaped her lips, her dark eyes widening as she felt the heat of me, the size of me, pressing against her most intimate place.
Her fingers clenched into fists, her body trembling as she tried to resist—but the way her hips shifted, the way her breath hitched, the way her pussy ached—she wanted this. She needed this.
And I knew it.
Gabriela's body was still thrumming with lust, her breath ragged, her fingers trembling as she wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock. She positioned it at her entrance, her other hand rubbing her clit in slow, desperate circles. The moment the head of my cock brushed against her swollen folds, a moan tore from her lips—"Aaaaaah..."—her body arching into the touch, her pussy aching to be filled.
The air between us was electric, charged with a filthy anticipation, our bodies poised on the edge of something irreversible—
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Sarah's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Is everything okay in there?"
Gabriela froze, her body stiffening with frustration and panic. Her dark eyes widened, her fingers still clutching my cock as she stammered, "Y-yeah... Officer Sarah, everything is okay—"
But Sarah wasn't convinced. "Auntie..." her voice was firm, authoritative. "Please open the door."
Gabriela's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of anger at the interruption and fear of being caught. She turned to me, her voice a desperate whisper. "What should we do?"
I smirked internally, my voice calm, measured—but my eyes burned with dark amusement. "What can we do?" I murmured, my tone resigned, as if I were just as trapped as she was. "First... open the door."
Gabriela nodded, her fingers reluctantly releasing my cock as she scrambled to tie her bathrobe, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled need. I grabbed the blanket, pulling it over myself just as she turned toward the door, her hands shaking as she unlocked it.
The door creaked open, and Gabriela stepped back just enough to let Sarah peek inside. Her voice was shaky, her cheeks still flushed with lust. "E-everything's fine, Officer..." she stammered, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe. "We were just—"
Sarah's sharp eyes scanned the room, lingering on the rumpled sheets, the way Gabriela's breath was still ragged, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Then, her gaze locked onto me—pretending to be asleep, the blanket barely concealing the bulge of my still-hard cock.
Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Good," she said, her voice smooth, dangerous—like a blade wrapped in silk. "Because I heard something..." Her gaze flicked back to Gabriela, her expression unreadable, her dark eyes gleaming with something predatory.
And then—
She pushed the door open further, stepping inside without waiting for Gabriela's response. "I didn't want to disturb you, Auntie..." she said, her voice sweet, mocking—but her eyes were cold, calculating.
"But I thought I heard some scream coming from here..." She paused, her gaze sweeping
over the room again, lingering on the damp spot on the sheets—Gabriela's release, still glistening. "So I thought I should check... just in case."
Gabriela's thoughts spiraled into panic.
[OMG!] Her mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest. [Did she hear my moans...?] Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her robe, her body tensing with shame. [What should I do...?] She glanced at Sarah, her expression carefully neutral—but her eyes betrayed her fear. [From the looks of it... Sarah doesn't know...]
But she was wrong.
Because I heard Sarah's thoughts—and they were dark, twisted, revealing.
[Hee. Hee...] Sarah's mind was a whirlwind of amusement and malice. [This whole room... is under surveillance...] Her thoughts were cold, calculating—like a spider watching a fly trapped in its web. [Cameras everywhere... even in the bathroom...]
Her lips twitched, her smirk deepening as she glanced at me—still pretending to be asleep, still hard beneath the blanket.
-x-X-x-
[I didn't expect Jack to really seduce this bitch so soon...] Her thoughts were dark, admiring—almost proud. [Even let her make the move...] Her gaze flicked to Gabriela, her expression unreadable.
[He really is an incubus...] Her mind purred, her thoughts twisted with respect—and lust. [Nemesis of women...]
[I won't let the enemy's mother...] Her thoughts turned cold, ruthless. [Get the satisfaction she wants...] Her dark eyes locked onto Gabriela, her expression shifting into something predatory.
[She wants Jack's cock...] Her mind scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk. [Hmph... Just dream...]
[I'll stay here...] Sarah's thoughts were final, decisive—like a judge passing sentence.
[Right in front of you...] Her gaze flicked to me, then back to Gabriela, her smirk turning feral. [What can you do?]
Sarah stepped further into the room, her presence filling the space like a storm, her dark eyes locked onto Gabriela—trapping her, challenging her. The air grew heavier, charged with something dangerous, something unspoken. "I'll just stay here for a while," she said, her voice sweet, mocking—but her intent was clear. "Make sure everything's safe."
And as she settled into the chair, her gaze never leaving us, her smirk never fading—
I knew.
This wasn't just a game anymore.
This was war.
Then—
A shift.
A change.
Sarah's thoughts flickered—and I felt it.
[Hmm...] Her mind was suddenly hazy, her breath hitching as a flush crept up her neck. [What do I feel...?] Her fingers twitched against the armrest, her thighs pressing together as a heat spread through her.
[So hot...] Her thoughts were frantic, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. [And that itching... in my pussy...]
I realized—
The Scent of Lust had taken hold of her now.
Sarah's dark eyes flickered with confusion, her breath coming faster as the arousal coursed through her veins. She forced a smile—apologetic, strained—as she turned to Gabriela.
"Auntie, don't worry about it..." she said, her voice softer now, less in control. "You can sleep... I'll keep an eye..."
But her thoughts betrayed her.
[What's happening to me...?] Her mind raced, her body aching with a need she couldn't understand. [Why do I feel so... wet...?]
Gabriela was annoyed—frustrated—her body thrumming with unfulfilled desire. [What will I do...?] Her thoughts were desperate, her fingers clenching the sheets. [Sarah is staying here...] Her mind spiraled, her pussy throbbing with need.
[My pussy is throbbing so hard...] She bit her lip, her body aching for what had been interrupted. [I want to take that cock in my pussy...]
But she had no choice.
With a huff, Gabriela climbed into the bed, lying down with her back to me, her body tensed with frustration. Sarah sat on the chair, facing her, her dark eyes locked onto Gabriela—unblinking, hungry—though she didn't understand why.
And I?
I turned onto my side—
Now facing Gabriela's back, the curve of her ass pressed against me, the heat of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her robe.
The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of arousal and deception. Gabriela lay stiffly beside me, her back pressed against my chest, her breath coming in short, frustrated gasps.
The blanket covered us both, hiding the heat between us, the need that refused to fade. My cock, still hard and throbbing, was pressed against the soft curve of her ass, the heat of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her robe.
Gabriela's thoughts were a whirlwind of frustration and desire.
[I can't take this...] Her mind raced, her body aching for release. [His cock is right there...] Her fingers clenched the sheets, her pussy throbbing with need. [I need it...]
I shifted slightly, my hand sliding beneath the blanket, my fingers trailing down the curve of her hip. Gabriela tensed, her breath hitching—but she didn't stop me.
My fingers found the tie of her robe, loosening it just enough to expose the soft, round swell of her ass. The heat of her skin was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal filling my senses. I pressed closer, my cock sliding between her cheeks, the head teasing her tight, puckered hole.
[Oh God...] Gabriela's thought was a whimper, her body trembling as she felt me there—somewhere she'd never been touched before.
And then—
I pushed.
Just the tip—slow, deliberate—pressing into her asshole.
Gabriela's body jerked, a choked scream tearing from her lips—"AAAAAH—!"
Sarah's voice cut through the tension, sharp and alert. "Auntie? What's wrong?"
Gabriela froze, her body stiffening with panic. Her face flushed crimson, her breath ragged as she scrambled for an excuse. "N-nothing!" she stammered, her voice high-pitched, desperate. "Just... a mosquito..."
Sarah's dark eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze lingering on Gabriela's flushed face, her trembling body. But the Scent of Lust was still affecting her, her own need clouding her judgment. She shifted in her chair, her thighs pressing together, her breath uneven—unaware of the real reason for Gabriela's cry.
Beneath the blanket, I grinned—dark, possessive.
Gabriela's ass clenched around the tip of my cock, her body trembling with a mix of shame and lust. The heat of her, the tightness of her forbidden hole, sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my hips pressing
just a little deeper, stretching her in a way she'd never experienced before.
[H-he's inside me...] Her thought was a whimper, her mind spiraling with shock and desire. [In my ass... Oh God...] Her fingers dug into the sheets, her breath hitching as she tried to process the filthy sensation—the burn, the fullness, the shame of it all.
Across the room, Sarah shifted in her chair, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she replayed Gabriela's scream in her mind. Her thoughts were confused, conflicted—the Scent of Lust still clouding her judgment, her own arousal making it hard to think clearly.
[What happened...?] Her mind raced, her body aching with a need she couldn't understand. [Her scream...] She bit her lip, her fingers clenching the armrests. [Why does it sound like a moan
...?]
Her gaze flicked to the blanket—to the subtle movements beneath it, to the way Gabriela's breath was still ragged, her body tensed. A dark suspicion crept into her mind, her thoughts twisting with jealousy and curiosity.
[It must be Jack...] Her mind snarled, her body heating with a mix of anger and lust. [Doing something shameful beneath that blanket...]
Beneath the blanket, I grinned—dark, possessive—my cock pushing just a little deeper into Gabriela's tight ass. Her body jerked, a muffled gasp escaping her lips as she tried to stay quiet, her fingers digging into my arm.
[N-no...] Her thought was desperate, her body betraying her. [He's fucking my ass...] The shame of it only made her wetter, her pussy dripping with need, her mind spinning with filthy thoughts. [I should stop him... But God... It feels so good...]
-x-X-x-
Sarah's dark eyes locked onto Gabriela's flushed face, her lips curling into a mocking, knowing smirk. She stood from her chair, her movements slow and deliberate, as she stepped closer to the bed. Her fingers brushed against Gabriela's forehead, her touch fake, taunting—her voice dripping with false concern.
"Auntie..." she purred, her tone sweet, poisonous. "Are you okay...?" Her gaze flicked down to Gabriela's trembling lips, the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her breath was still ragged. "Your face is sweating..."
Gabriela's body stiffened, her asshole clenching around the tip of my cock, a soft, desperate moan escaping her lips—"Hmm..."—before she could stop it. Her dark eyes widened in panic, her fingers digging into the sheets as Sarah's touch lingered, her gaze burning with suspicion.
"N-no, Sarah..." she stammered, her voice shaky, her mind racing. "Don't worry..." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flaming with shame. "Auntie is fine..." Her breath hitched, her body betraying her as another wave of pleasure shot through her. "I'm just... ah..." She bit her lip, her voice cracking. "Worried about Diaz... That's all..."
Sarah's smirk deepened, her fingers trailing down Gabriela's cheek, her touch lingering—possessive, mocking. Her dark eyes narrowed, her thoughts swirling with jealousy and curiosity.
[Bitch...] Her mind snarled, her body aching with her own unfulfilled desire. [Lying through her teeth...] Her gaze dropped to the blanket—to the subtle movements beneath it, to the way Gabriela's body tensed every time I shifted. [What exactly is Jack doing inside her...?]
Beneath the blanket, my grin was dark, possessive—my cock pushing just a little deeper into Gabriela's tight ass. Her body jerked, a muffled moan escaping her lips as she bit down on the pillow, her asshole clenching around me. The heat of her, the tightness—it was intoxicating. Her fingers dug into the mattress, her breath hitching as she tried to stay quiet, her body betraying her with every shift, every whimper.
[S-She's right there...] Gabriela's thought was panicked, her mind racing with shame and lust. [If she finds out...]
Sarah's voice cut through the tension, smooth, mocking—but laced with something dangerous. "Auntie, don't worry,"
she purred, her tone reassuring—but her dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "Diaz is fine..."
Sarah's dark eyes locked onto the blanket, her gaze sharp, predatory—lingering on the subtle movements beneath it, the way Gabriela's body tensed every time I pushed deeper into her tight ass. A knowing smirk played on her lips, her thoughts swirling with jealousy and curiosity—and something darker, something hungrier.
[I know what you're doing,] Sarah's thought was a growl, her body aching with her own unfulfilled desire. [And I won't let you enjoy it...]
Her voice cut through the tension, smooth, mocking—but laced with something dangerous. "Auntie..." she purred, her tone reassuring—but her dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "Jack is asleep..." She glanced at me, her smirk deepening as she pretended to believe the lie.
"Why don't we both go out...?" Her gaze flicked back to Gabriela, her expression innocent—but her thoughts were anything but. "I see Auntie is unable to sleep..." Her voice dropped to a sweet, poisonous tone. "Just watch some TV to pass the time..."
Gabriela's body stiffened, her asshole clenching around my cock, a soft, desperate whimper escaping her lips before she could stop it. Her dark eyes widened in panic, her fingers digging into the sheets as Sarah's words hung in the air—taunting, threatening.
Gabriela's voice was a shaky whisper, her body trembling with a mix of shame and lust. "N-no..." she stammered, her breath hitching as another wave of pleasure shot through her, her asshole still clenching around my cock. "No, Sarah, I'm fine..." Her cheeks flamed with shame—and desire. "I-I just need to rest..."
Sarah's dark eyes narrowed, her thoughts swirling with frustration and jealousy.
[This bitch...] Her mind snarled, her fingers twitching at her sides. [What should I do to distract her...?]
A dark idea flashed through her mind.
[Yeah... He... he...]
Sarah reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Her expression shifted in an instant—shock, concern—perfectly feigned. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp, urgent. "What happened to Diaz?!" She paused, her fingers tightening around the phone. "Ok... Don't worry... We'll be right there..."
Gabriela's body froze, her dark eyes widening with panic. "Officer Sarah..." she breathlessly asked, her voice trembling. "What happened to my son?!"
Her asshole was still clenching around my cock, her body torn between fear for Diaz and the filthy pleasure I was forcing upon her.
Sarah's gaze flicked to Gabriela, her expression softening—fake, calculating. "Auntie, nothing to worry about..." she reassured, her voice smooth—but her dark eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "It's just that someone spotted a suspicious person in the hospital... That's it."
She paused, her tone shifting—expectant, manipulative. "If Auntie is worried..." she purred, her gaze locking onto Gabriela's panicked face. "I can take you to the hospital..." Her lips curled into a smirk. "Anyway, I'm just going to take a look..."
Gabriela's mind raced, her thoughts torn—conflicted—desperate.
[What should I do...?] Her heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with need—and guilt. [I should go see my son...] Her fingers clenched the sheets, her asshole still clenching around my cock. [But... Jack... I...]
She nodded, her decision made—reluctant, pained. And as she adjusted her robe beneath the blanket, her ass pulled forward—slowly, hesitantly—
My cock slid out of her asshole, the loss of heat, the loss of tightness, making me growl beneath the blanket.
Gabriela sat up, her breath ragged, her body gasping—aching—as she turned to Sarah. "I'll go to the washroom..." she mumbled, her voice shaky—and then she ran—escaping the shame, the lust, the filthy pleasure I had forced upon her.
Sarah's dark eyes dropped to the sheets—to the wet mark Gabriela had left behind. Her lips curled into a smirk—knowing, possessive—before her gaze shifted to me.
I was still beneath the blanket, my cock still hard—throbbing—aching for release.
Sarah's dark eyes locked onto the stain on the sheets, her lips curling into a smirk—knowing, possessive. She turned to me, her gaze dropping to the blanket—to the subtle movement beneath it, to the outline of my hard cock straining against the fabric.
"Stop pretending," she hissed, her voice low, dangerous—her fingers twitching at her sides. "That bitch is in the washroom..."
I opened my eyes, my gaze locking onto hers—dark, hungry, unapologetic. The blanket slid down, revealing my throbbing cock—veiny, glistening with pre-cum, the head still slick from Gabriela's ass. The scent of her—musky, sweet—still clung to me, intoxicating.
"What do you think?" I growled, my voice a dark purr, my fingers wrapping around my cock. stroking it slowly—teasing her, taunting her.
Sarah's breath hitched, her dark eyes widening as she took me in—hard, thick, unashamed. The sight of me made her thighs press together, her pussy aching with a need she couldn't deny.
-x-X-x-
"Were you inside her...?" she breathlessly asked, her voice trembling—shocked, aroused, jealous. "Just now... beneath the blanket...?"
Her fingers clenched into fists, her mind racing—filthy images flashing through her thoughts. [He fucked her... Right in front of me...] Her shame only made her wetter, her panties already damp with her arousal.
I grinned—feral, possessive—my hand stroking my cock slower, deliberate, my gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, Officer..." I purred, my voice a dark caress. "I was more than just inside her..."
My thumb brushed over the head, spreading the pre-cum, glistening in the dim light. "I was fucking her tight little asshole..." I growled, my words filthy, crude—designed to break her. "While she moaned into the pillow... begging for more."
Sarah's breath came faster, her chest rising and falling with ragged gasps. Her dark eyes burned with lust—and anger. [This bastard...] Her thought was a snarl, her gaze locked onto my cock, her mind spiraling with images—of Gabriela whimpering, of her ass stretched around me, of the filthy sounds she must have made.
"Y-you animal..." she hissed, her voice trembling—but her eyes were glued to my hand, to the way I stroked myself, to the way my cock twitched with need.
I chuckled—low, dark—my grip tightening around my shaft. "Jealous, Officer?" I taunted, my voice a whisper, a challenge.
"Do you wish it was you beneath that blanket...?" My thumb circled the head, smearing the pre-cum, my gaze burning into hers. "Do you want to know what it feels like... to have me inside you...?"
Sarah's thighs pressed together harder, her breath hitching as her mind flooded with filthy thoughts. [I hate him...] Her inner voice was a growl—but her body betrayed her, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hard beneath her uniform.
[But God... I want it...] Her dark eyes flickered with conflict, her fingers twitching at her sides as she struggled between duty and desire.
But then—
A noise.
The bathroom door began to creak open.
Sarah panicked, her body jerking back as if burned. "N-no... I didn't—" she stammered, her voice shaky, her cheeks flushing with shame—and lust. She quickly backed away, putting distance between us just as Gabriela stepped out, her robe clinging to her damp skin, her dark eyes scanning the room with suspicion.
I reacted instantly, pulling the blanket back over myself, hiding the evidence of my arousal—my hard cock, still throbbing with need. Gabriela's gaze landed on me, her expression concerned—but guilty.
"Jack..." she hesitated, her voice soft, uncertain. "Did we wake you up?"
I blinked up at her, my expression groggy, innocent—perfectly feigned. "A-Auntie, it's nothing..." I mumbled, my voice sleepy, my tone reassuring.
"Officer Sarah just woke me up..." I glanced at Sarah, my gaze brief—calculating. "Said some emergency came up..." I shifted slightly beneath the blanket, my cock twitching with frustration. "So we were going to take a look at the hospital..."
Gabriela's dark eyes flickered with relief—and guilt. She nodded, her fingers clutching the fabric of her robe, her body still humming with the memory of my cock stretching her asshole, the heat of my breath against her skin.
"Oh..." she murmured, her voice soft—but her gaze lingered on me, searching, suspecting. The flush on her cheeks deepened, her mind racing with filthy thoughts—shameful memories of how good it had felt, how wrong it had been.
Sarah's dark eyes flicked to me, her gaze dropping to the blanket—knowing I was naked beneath it. A smirk played on her lips, her voice cool, commanding—but laced with something dangerous.
"Jack..." she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Auntie and I are waiting for you outside." She paused, her gaze lingering just a second too long. "Quickly freshen up..."
I nodded, my expression neutral—but my mind was already racing. Sarah took Gabriela's arm, guiding her out of the room, her dark eyes flicking back to me one last time—a silent challenge, a promise.
The door clicked shut.
I glanced down at my cock—still hard, still throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum and the remnants of Gabriela's ass. My fingers twitched, the urge to stroke myself almost overwhelming—but I resisted. Not yet.
Instead, I grabbed my pants, pulling them on quickly, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin. The ache in my cock was maddening, the need for release burning—but I knew this game wasn't over.
I stepped into the bathroom, turning on the faucet, the cold water splashing against my face, my hands. The reflection in the mirror stared back at me—dark, hungry, unapologetic. I grinned, my fingers lingering on the sink as I washed away the scent of Gabriela—the musky, sweet aroma of her arousal, the filthy evidence of what I'd done to her.
When I stepped back into the room, the air was thick with tension—unspoken, electric. Gabriela was standing near the door, her bathrobe clinging to her curves, the fabric damp in places where her sweat had soaked through. Her dark eyes flicked to me, then away—guilty, hungry.
"Your clothes..." I murmured, my voice low, observant—my gaze trailing down her body, lingering on the way the robe hugged her hips, the way the fabric parted just enough to tease the curve of her breasts.
Gabriela's fingers twisted in the tie of her robe, her cheeks flaming as she followed my gaze—aware, ashamed, aroused. "T-they're in the washing machine..." she stammered, her voice shaky, her dark eyes flickering with guilt—and hunger. "They haven't dried yet..."
I nodded, my expression neutral—but my gaze dropped to my pants—to the bulge of my cock, hard and throbbing, straining against the fabric. And I saw it—
Gabriela's eyes locked onto it, her dark pupils dilating with lust. Sarah's gaze was glued there too, her dark eyes burning with need—jealous, hungry, desperate.
[Oh God...] Gabriela's thought was a whimper, her thighs pressing together, her pussy aching with need. [He's so hard...]
Sarah's thoughts were just as filthy—dark, twisted, conflicted. [That bastard...] Her inner voice was a snarl—but her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening beneath her uniform, her panties damp with arousal. [Why does he affect me like this...?]
I deactivated the Scent of Lust—
And instantly, their expressions shifted.
Gabriela blinked, her dark eyes clearing slightly—but the evidence of her desire was still there. A drop of liquid dripped down her thighs, glistening in the dim light. She closed her legs shamefully, her cheeks burning with embarrassment—but her body still ached for more.
Sarah coughed slightly, her dark eyes flickering with realization—and frustration. She turned away first, her posture stiff, her mind racing with conflict.
"We should go," she muttered, her voice cool—but her hands clenched at her sides, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.
We moved toward the car, the tension between us thick—unspoken, electric. Gabriela and I sat in the back, our bodies close—too close. The heat between us was unbearable, the memory of what we'd done—what we wanted to do again—hanging in the air.
And then—
My hand slid behind her, my fingers trailing beneath the fabric of her robe, brushing against the soft, damp skin of her thighs. Gabriela gasped, her body tensing—but she didn't pull away.
[J-Jack...] Her thought was a whisper, her asshole clenching in anticipation—shameful, desperate.
My fingers found her asshole—tight, puckered, still slick from earlier. And with a slow, deliberate push—
I slid my finger inside.
"Aaaaaah—! Hmm!" Gabriela gasped, her body jerking, her moan muffled as she bit her lip, her dark eyes widening with shock—and pleasure. Her fingers dug into the seat, her asshole clenching around my finger, her body betraying her with every whimper.
Sarah's dark eyes flicked to the rearview mirror—catching Gabriela's expression, the way her breath hitched, the way her body trembled. She didn't say anything—
But her gaze lingered.
And her thighs pressed together just a little tighter.
Gabriela turned to me, her dark eyes wide, panicked, aroused. She shook her head, her lips bitten raw, her body torn between shame and lust.
[S-stop...] Her thought was a plea—but her asshole clenched around my finger, her pussy dripping with need.
-x-X-x-
Gabriela's dark eyes widened as my finger pushed deeper into her asshole, her lips bitten raw, her body trembling with shame—and pleasure. A whimper escaped her throat, her thighs pressing together as she tried to stifle the sound, her ass clenching around my finger.
[Oh God...] Her thought was a whisper, her mind spiraling with shame—and lust. [He's finger-fucking my ass... Right in front of Sarah...]
I grinned—dark, possessive—my finger swirling inside her, stretching her tight hole. And then—
I pulled it out.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Gabriela's breath hitched, her dark eyes locked onto me as I lifted my finger to my nose—inhaling the scent of her, the musky, filthy aroma of her ass. Her cheeks flamed crimson, her body trembling as I held her gaze—unapologetic, hungry.
And then—
I sucked it.
Hard.
A popping sound filled the air as I pulled my finger from my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, savoring the taste of her.
Gabriela's face burned with shame—and lust. [H-he licked it...] Her thought was a whimper, her pussy throbbing with need. [He tasted me...]
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark growl. "Mmm..." I purred, my breath hot against her skin. "You taste so good, Auntie..." My fingers trailed down her thigh, brushing against the damp fabric of her robe.
Gabriela's breath came in short, desperate gasps, her body arching into my touch, her mind spiraling with shame and lust. [N-no...] Her thought was weak, her resolve crumbling—her ass rolling back against my hand, her moans muffled behind her bitten lips. The heat of her body, the tremor in her thighs, the way her dark eyes flickered between guilt and hunger—it all fed the fire inside me.
Sarah's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, her knuckles whitening as she pressed the accelerator harder. The car lurched forward, the engine roaring as we sped toward the hospital. The tension in the air was thick—unspoken, electric—a storm of desire, jealousy, and unfinished business.
When we reached the hospital, Gabriela was the first to step out, her bathrobe clinging to her curves, her dark eyes wide with worry—and something darker.
The weight of what had happened in the car lingered between us, unspoken but palpable.
She rushed ahead, her bare feet slapping against the cold hospital floor, her mind torn between fear for Diaz and the filthy memories of my finger inside her.
The hallway stretched before us, sterile and cold, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows. Two policemen stood guard outside Diaz's room, their expressions stoic, their presence a reminder of the danger that lingered even here.
Gabriela paused at the doorway, her dark eyes locking onto her son—still unconscious, still vulnerable. The sight of him pale and motionless made her breath hitch, her fingers clutching the doorframe.
Sarah stepped closer to Gabriela, her voice cool—but her dark eyes flickered with something unreadable. "You guys sit here," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll go inquire about the person lurking around here."
But I heard her thoughts—loud and clear.
[Hmph...] Her mind snarled, her gaze flicking to me—challenging, hungry. [I want to see...] Her thoughts were dark, twisted—amused.
[What this bitch will do...] Her dark eyes locked onto Gabriela, her smirk hidden—but present.
[Now that she's in front of her son...]
Her mind purred, her thoughts filthy. [Would she still be seduced by Jack...?]
She stepped closer to me, her voice a dark whisper—just for me. "I want Tyler to witness..." Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot—poisonous. "His mother is a slut with you." Her smirk deepened as she pulled away, her gaze lingering on me for a moment too long—knowing, taunting—before she turned and walked out, her hips swaying just enough to tease me.
Gabriela exhaled shakily, her shoulders sagging as she stepped into the room, her fingers brushing against Diaz's face.
The silence was heavy, oppressive—filled with the beeping of machines and the weight of unsaid words. The sterile scent of the hospital mixed with the faint aroma of Gabriela's arousal—musky, sweet—still clinging to her skin.
She glanced at me, her dark eyes filled with worry—and something else. Shame. Lust. The memory of my finger inside her, the taste of her own desire on my tongue. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something—but no words came.
[H-how can I think of this...] Her thought was a whisper, her body still humming with the memory of my touch.
[N-not now... Not here...]
I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, my cock still hard beneath my pants—a constant reminder of what we'd done. Of what we could do again.
My gaze never left Gabriela, burning into her skin, daring her to meet my eyes. When she finally did, her cheeks flamed, her breath hitching as she remembered—the way I'd fingered her ass, the way I'd sucked her essence off my finger—right in front of Sarah. The shame and lust in her dark eyes fed the fire inside me, my cock throbbing with need, aching to claim her again.
My voice was gentle—deceptive, soothing—as I spoke. "Auntie..." I murmured, my tone soft, reassuring—but my intent was anything but. "Please take a seat..."
With that, I activated the Hand of Arousal ability.
Before she could protest, I walked over to her, my hand closing around hers, pulling her toward me. She stumbled slightly, her body pressing against mine as I guided her onto my lap—her back to my chest, her ass pressing against my hard cock.
The heat of her, the softness of her body, sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my hands sliding around her waist, holding her close.
I pressed my face into her shoulder, my breath hot against her skin, my cock poking her from beneath—hard, demanding, unrelenting. "Auntie..." I growled, my voice a dark whisper, raw with need.
"I can't hold back..." My hips shifted slightly, grinding my cock against her ass, teasing her, taunting her. "I'm going crazy..."
Gabriela let out a moan, her body trembling as she felt me—hard, throbbing—pressing against her. "Aaaah... J-Jack, don't..." Her voice was a whisper, desperate—but her ass rolled back against me, her body betraying her.
"Auntie will help you..." Her fingers clenched into fists, her mind racing with shame—and lust.
"But please... Not here..." Her dark eyes flicked to Diaz, still unconscious in the bed, the beeping of the machines a constant reminder of where we were. "Diaz is still here..."
-x-X-x-
The heart rate monitor let out a piercing, erratic beep, its shrill alarm cutting through the air like a knife.
Gabriela whirled toward Diaz's bed, her dark eyes wide with terror, her fingers clutching the railing so hard her knuckles turned white.
"D-Diaz?!" she cried out, her voice cracking with raw panic.
"D-Doctor—what's happening?!" Her voice cracked with desperation, her body wracked by violent tremors. The bathrobe clung to her sweat-drenched skin, the lingering sensation of my touch still searing between her thighs—unshakable, unbearable.
With a flick of my will, I wove Telepathy into Diaz's mind, twisting his thoughts until his voice failed him. He couldn't speak, couldn't warn her—couldn't do anything but obey.
Diaz's eyelids fluttered open, his glazed, bloodshot eyes locking onto his mother. His lips parted, his face twisting in horror as he tried to scream— "M-MOM—!" —but no sound came out. His voice was gone. Stolen. Silenced by my will.
[M-Mom...! Help me...!] His thoughts were a scream, his mind racing with terror—but his body betrayed him. His tongue felt like lead, his throat locked tight, as if invisible hands were choking him. He tried to turn his head, to see me—but his muscles refused, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"N-NO—! DIAZ!" Gabriela screamed, her hands shaking as she grabbed his shoulders, her voice breaking.
"D-Doctor, please—! What's wrong with him?!" She collapsed beside his bed, her body wracked with sobs, her fingers clutching the bed, her mind spiraling into sheer panic.
The doctor rushed in, followed by nurses, their voices sharp and urgent. "Ma'am, please step back—!" one ordered, but Gabriela wouldn't let go.
"HE CAN'T SPEAK!" she sobbed, her tears dripping onto Diaz's hospital gown. "H-HE'S TRYING—! LOOK AT HIM—!"
Diaz's body jerked weakly, his face contorted in agony. He tried to move his arms, to reach for her—but nothing responded because he had no arms left, and no legs to move. His mouth opened again, his lips trembling— "M-M—!" —but only a choked whimper escaped.
"P-PLEASE—!" Gabriela begged, her voice raw, her knees pressing into the cold floor. "D-Do something—!"
The doctor injected a sedative into Diaz's IV, his hands steady but his eyes flicking to me for a fraction of a second—too long.
"It's shock," he said firmly, though his voice wavered just enough to betray his unease. "His vocal cords are temporarily paralyzed—likely from the trauma. It'll pass once he stabilizes."
But I knew the truth.
I had done this.
And as the sedative seeped into Diaz's veins, Gabriela didn't notice—her entire world had narrowed to Diaz, her fingers stroking his forehead, her voice a broken whisper. "It's okay, mijo..." she sobbed, her tears falling onto his pale face. "M-Mom's here... I-I won't leave you..."
But her body still hummed with the memory of my touch, her pussy aching with unfulfilled desire. The contradiction tore at her—guilt and lust warring inside her, her thighs pressing together as she tried to ignore the heat still burning between them.
I leaned back in the chair, my cock still hard, my gaze locked onto Diaz—now drowsy, his mind flooded with filthy, twisted fantasies of his mother. His cheeks burned, his breath ragged, his cock straining against the sheets—confused, aroused, trapped in his own body.
[Good boy,] I murmured into his mind, my voice a dark caress. [Just watch... and learn...]
Gabriela turned to me, her dark eyes red-rimmed, her face streaked with tears. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "I—I need to stay with him..."
I smirked—dark, possessive—my gaze flicking between her and Diaz, whose drug-hazed eyes were now glued to his mother, his cock throbbing beneath the blanket.
"Of course, Auntie..." I murmured, my voice smooth—deceptive. "Stay as long as you need..."
Because I wasn't done.
Not with her.
And certainly not with him.
The room was silent now—except for the beep of the machines, the sound of Diaz's ragged breath, and the wet, choked whimpers he couldn't voice.
His mind was flooded with images—his mother—being used by me, her moans filling the room, her ass bouncing as I pounded into her.
The heart rate monitor finally settled into a steady rhythm, the beeping slowing to a calm, reassuring pace. Diaz's breathing evened out, his eyes still wide open, glazed but aware. The sedative had dulled his panic, but not his fear—not his horror of me.
And then—
He saw me.
His pupils dilated, his body tensing as I stepped closer, my shadow falling over him. His thoughts screamed in my mind, raw and terrified:
[J-Jack... What the fuck—?!] His mind raced, his heart pounding again—not from shock, but from pure, unadulterated terror. [H-He's the devil... He won't let me go...!]
I ignored him.
Instead, I reached for Gabriela, my fingers closing around her trembling hand. My voice was soft, reassuring—deceptively gentle.
"Auntie..." I murmured, my thumb brushing over her knuckles, my touch possessive beneath the guise of comfort. "We should let Brother Diaz rest..."
Gabriela nodded, her dark eyes still glistening with unshed tears, her body exhausted from the emotional whiplash of fear, shame, and lust. The weight of the night pressed down on her, her mind torn between concern for Diaz and the filthy, unshakable memory of my touch—my finger inside her ass, my voice commanding her to submit.
She bit her lip, her fingers clutching the fabric of her robe, her body still humming with the aftermath of adrenaline—and something darker.
I turned my gaze to Diaz, my voice dripping with false concern—smooth, calculating, poisonous.
"Brother Diaz..." I murmured, my tone reassuring—deceptively gentle. "Please take rest..." My lips curved into a smirk, my eyes locking onto his—dark, possessive, knowing.
"Don't worry about Auntie..." I paused, my voice dropping to a dark, intimate whisper—just for him. "I will definitely take care of her..."
Diaz's mind exploded in panic.
[W-What does he mean...?] His thoughts raced, frantic, terrified.
[Is he threatening me...?] His gaze flicked between Gabriela and me, his body tensing beneath the sheets, twitching uselessly against the mattress.
[W-Why does Mom seem so close to him...?] His stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat as he watched the way she leaned into me, the way her shoulder pressed against mine—trusting, unaware.
[N-No...] His inner voice was a whimper, his cock twitching traitorously beneath the blanket—aroused by the sick, twisted fantasy I had planted in his mind. [S-She can't—... She wouldn't—...]
I kept my gaze locked on Diaz, my smirk deepening as I saw the horror, the confusion, the betrayal flicker across his face. His mind was mine—broken, malleable, obedient. And I knew—one word from me, and he would do anything.
She let me guide her away from the bed, her fingers clutching mine like a lifeline—unaware that I was the one who had pushed her into the storm.
The doctor and nurses exchanged a few final words with Gabriela—reassurances, medical jargon, false comfort—before finally leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind them.
Silence.
Diaz lay there, paralyzed—not by medicine, but by me. His eyes burned into me, pleading, accusing, terrified. He tried to move, to speak, to do anything—but his body refused, his mind still trapped in the cage I had built for him.
-x-X-x-
The heart monitor continued its steady beep, but the air in the room was charged—thick with tension, lust, and unspoken dread. I sat beside Gabriela on the edge of Diaz's bed, my hand enveloping hers, my Hand of Arousal pulsing with dark energy, flooding her veins with uncontrollable desire. Gabriela's breath hitched, her dark eyes glazing over as the heat spread through her, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hardening beneath her robe.
But then—
Her gaze snapped to Diaz.
Guilt slammed into her like a freight train.
"N-No—!" she gasped, yanking her hand away from mine as if burned. Her body trembled, her fingers clutching the bedsheet, her voice breaking.
"I—I can't—! Not here—! Not like this—!" She glanced at Diaz, her son—helpless, broken, unable to speak—and shame flooded her, drowning the lust that still burned inside her.
The door creaked open.
Sarah stepped in, her boots clicking against the linoleum, her dark eyes scanning the room—calculating, amused, predatory. She glanced at Gabriela, then at me, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smirk.
"Oh, Auntie," she sighed, her voice dripping with false concern, stepping closer. "You look so distressed." Her hand reached out, brushing Gabriela's shoulder—possessive, mocking. "Did something happen while I was gone?"
Gabriela flinched, her face flaming, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe. "N-Nothing—!" she stammered, her voice shaky. "I-I was just— worried about Diaz—!"
Sarah tilted her head, her expression softening into a fake, sympathetic frown. "Oh, Auntie," she murmured, her tone sweet—too sweet.
"You shouldn't stress yourself so much." Her fingers trailed down Gabriela's arm, lingering just long enough to make her shiver.
"It's not good for your health... or your heart." Her gaze flicked to me, then back to Gabriela, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You need to relax... Let us handle things."
Gabriela's breath caught, her body tensing as Sarah's words washed over her.
"B-But Diaz—!" Gabriela protested, her voice weak, her fingers clenching the bedsheet tighter.
Sarah sighed, her expression shifting to exaggerated concern. "Auntie, don't worry," she cooed, her hand gently squeezing Gabriela's shoulder.
"The doctors said he's stable... He needs rest, not a worried mother hovering over him." She glanced at Diaz, her voice softening—fake, manipulative. "Look at him... He's stable now. You should rest, too."
Diaz heard her voice.
His body stiffened, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he struggled to turn his head. With great, painful effort, he managed to shift his gaze—
And saw her.
[S-Sarah...!] His thoughts exploded in rage and panic. [This bitch—! She's here—!] His mind screamed, his heart hammering in his chest.
[It's all because of her—! I became like this—! Motherfucker—!] His teeth ground together, his body shaking with helpless fury.
[A-And Mom—!] His gaze flickered to Gabriela—his mother—her hand trembling, her face flushed, her body still humming with shame and lust.
[W-What is she doing—? Associating with both of them—?] His stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat. [They're using her—! They want to break us—!]
Sarah turned to Diaz, her voice dripping with false warmth. "Oh, Diaz," she murmured, her tone sickeningly sweet. "You look so peaceful... Don't worry, okay?" Her gaze flicked back to Gabriela, her smirk returning. "See, Auntie? He's fine."
Gabriela bit her lip, her dark eyes flickering between Sarah and Diaz, her mind racing. "I—I don't know—" she whispered, her voice breaking.
Sarah stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "You trust me, don't you, Auntie?" Her fingers traced slow circles on Gabriela's back, possessive, taunting. "I won't let anything happen to you... Or to Diaz."
I leaned back, my gaze locked onto Diaz, my lips curving into a dark, knowing smile.
"Sarah's right, Auntie," I purred, my voice smooth, deceptive. "You should rest..." My hand slid onto Gabriela's thigh, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles—just enough to remind her of the fire still burning inside her.
Gabriela's breath hitched, her body arching slightly into my touch, her mind spiraling.
[J-Jack—!] Her thought was a plea, but her thighs pressed together, her pussy throbbing with need. [N-Not now—... Not in front of him—!]
Diaz's breath quickened, his eyes widening as he watched—helpless, horrified, aroused against his will. His cock twitched beneath the sheets, his mind screaming in protest—
[M-Mom—! STOP!]
His thought was a desperate plea, but his gaze remained locked on the way Gabriela leaned into my touch, her breath hitching, her thighs pressing together.
Sarah's dark eyes gleamed with amusement, her gaze flicking between us—knowing exactly what she was doing.
Sarah's voice dripped with false reassurance, her smirk twisting the words into something sinister, promising. "We'll take good care of Auntie," she murmured, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Gabriela squirm beneath my touch. "Won't we, Jack?"
I grinned, my fingers pushing higher up Gabriela's thigh, teasing the hem of her robe, threatening to expose her.
The fabric trembled under my touch, her breath hitching as she tried—and failed—to pull away. "Oh, absolutely," I purred, my voice a dark promise, my gaze locked onto Diaz—his eyes wide, horrified, trapped in his own body.
Diaz's thoughts raced, wild and desperate, his mind spiraling into darkness.
[Fuck...] His inner voice was a growl, raw with fury and helplessness.
[These bastards... They're not letting me go...] His fingers twitched uselessly against the sheets, his body paralyzed, his mind screaming.
[Maybe it'd be better if I died...] The thought sent a jolt of pain through him, but the alternative—this living hell—felt worse.
[My hands... My feet... Gone...] His breath hitched, his chest tightening with grief and rage. [There's no revenge I can take... Not like this...]
His gaze flickered to me, his eyes burning with hatred. [He's not human...] The realization settled in his mind, cold and terrifying. [He's probably thinking of torturing me... Forever...]
A choked sob escaped him, but he forced himself to stay still, his mind racing for any escape. [I should just pretend to be asleep...] The thought took root, desperate and pathetic, but it was all he had.
[If they think I'm asleep... Maybe they'll leave me alone... Leave Mom alone...] His heart ached at the idea of Gabriela caught in this nightmare, but he was powerless—completely broken.
[Yeah...] His thoughts hardened with resignation. [This is all I can do now...]
Slowly, painfully, Diaz let his eyelids drift shut, his breath evening out in a fake semblance of sleep. His mind screamed in protest, but his body obeyed, still and lifeless on the bed.
-x-X-x-
Gabriela glanced at him, her dark eyes softening with concern. "D-Diaz...?" she whispered, her voice breaking, her fingers reaching out to brush his forehead. "He's finally resting..." she murmured, more to herself than to us, her body still trembling from the aftermath of arousal and shame.
Sarah winked at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief and malice. "Jack, you take care of Auntie here..." she purred, her voice smooth as silk, but her gaze burning with something far darker. "I'll go to the police station to check on the situation with Diaz's attacker..." She paused, her lips curving into a smirk. "See if there's any progress..."
As she turned to leave, I caught the flicker of her lips moving—just for a second— "Fuck her..."
The door clicked shut behind her.
I glanced at Gabriela—her body still trembling, her dark eyes glazed with confusion, shame, and lust. The memory of my touch still burned on her skin, her pussy aching with unfulfilled desire.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
I activated my Fiery Eyes, and instantly, red dots flared across Gabriela's body—pulsing, demanding, begging to be touched. One on her earlobes, another on her neck, her upper lip—so close to her mouth—and more dotting her thighs, teasing the edges of her robe.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against her thigh, tracing the red dot gently. Gabriela's breath hitched, a soft, needy moan escaping her lips— "Aaahh... J-Jack..."
I leaned in, my voice a dark, velvet whisper, just for her. "Auntie..." I murmured, my fingers circling the red dot on her thigh, watching as her breath quickened, her body arching into my touch.
"Don't worry about Brother Diaz..." My gaze flicked to him—still pretending to be asleep, but his mind screaming in silence. "He'll be fine..." My fingers pressed deeper, my voice dropping to a growl. "He's a strong man... Just like his mother."
Gabriela's thighs clenched together, her pussy dripping onto her thighs, the heat between them unbearable. The Hand of Arousal pulsed through her, amplified by the Fiery Eyes, doubling the sensation—every touch, every whisper, every glance driving her wilder.
[N-No...] Gabriela's thought was a whimper, but her body betrayed her, her hips rolling slightly, her moans muffled behind her hand.
[H-He's right there—!] Her dark eyes flickered to Diaz, guilt warring with the filthy desire coursing through her veins. The red dots from my Fiery Eyes pulsed hotter, demanding her attention, driving her mad with need.
My cock throbbed, hard and aching, straining against my pants. With a slow, deliberate motion, I opened my zipper, pulling my cock out freely, the veins pulsing, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Gabriela's dark eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat, her fingers instantly covering my cock, trying to hide it from view. "W-What are you doing?!" she hissed, her voice shaky, her gaze darting between Diaz—still pretending to be asleep—and me, her mind racing with shame and lust.
I looked at her with feigned innocence, my voice soft, pleading—deceptively vulnerable. "Auntie..." I murmured, my cock twitching in her hand, throbbing with need. "It started to hurt..." I let my voice crack, my expression twisting into something pitiful.
"Being so hard like this..." My fingers brushed against hers, guiding her grip tighter around my cock. "P-Please, Auntie... Help me..."
Gabriela's cheeks flamed, her dark eyes flickering between my cock—thick, veiny, demanding—and Diaz, still lying helpless just feet away. [O-Oh God...] Her thought was a whimper, her fingers tightening around my cock despite herself. [H-He's right there—! W-What if he wakes up—?!]
But the red dots flared brighter, the Hand of Arousal pulsing through her, drowning her guilt in a wave of lust. Her pussy dripped, her thighs trembling as she stroked me slowly, her mind spiraling with shame—and desire.
"A-Auntie..." I whispered, my voice breaking, my hips rolling slightly into her touch. "It hurts so much..." My fingers trailed up her thigh, brushing against the red dot, igniting a whimper from her. "P-Please... Make it stop..."
Gabriela's breath hitched, her dark eyes glazing over as the Fiery Eyes intensified the sensation, her body aching for more. [I—I can't—!] Her thought was desperate, but her hand stroked me faster, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum. [B-But he needs me—...]
And then—
I heard Diaz's thought, panicked and confused: [W-What are they talking about...?] His mind raced, terrified. [What hurts...?]
A dark grimace spread across my face.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
I pulled Gabriela closer, guiding her to sit on my lap, her back facing Diaz. She let out a soft, needy moan, her body trembling as I opened her robe, exposing her naked skin to the cool air of the room. My cock touched her pussy, pulsing, hard, demanding.
"Aaah... Don't—..." Gabriela moaned, her voice shaky, her fingers clutching my shoulders, her mind torn between shame and lust.
I gripped her hips, my voice a dark whisper in her ear: "Auntie, please be quiet..." My lips brushed her neck, my cock pressing against her entrance. "Otherwise... Brother Diaz... might wake up..."
With a slow, deliberate push, I slid the tip of my cock inside her pussy. Gabriela moaned, "Aaaaaaaaaah...," her body arching into me, her fingers digging into my skin. Quickly, she hugged me tightly, biting my lip to cover her moan.
And then—
I slammed my cock inside her pussy—to the base.
"Aaaaaaaaaah—!" Gabriela moaned into my mouth, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around me, soaked and tight. Her thighs shaking, her mind drowning in pleasure and shame.
And Diaz—
Opened his eyes.
[W-What the fuck—?!] His thoughts exploded in horror, his mind screaming. [M-Mom... and that Devil—Jack—...] His gaze locked onto Gabriela—his mother—riding me, her back arched, her moans muffled against my lips. [A-Are they having sex...? Right in front of me—?!]
[M-My mother is sitting on top of him—?!] His mind shattered, disgust and rage warring with the sick, twisted arousal I had planted in him. [M-Motherfucker—!]
I grinned internally, my hips rolling up into Gabriela, driving my cock deeper inside her. [Oh, Diaz...] My thought was a purr, dark and possessive. [You wish you could stop this... Don't you?]
Gabriela's moans filled the room, muffled against my lips, her body rocking on my cock, her pussy dripping with need. [N-No—!] Her thought was a plea, but her hips rolled harder, her mind drowning in the filthy pleasure of being fucked—right in front of her son.
And Diaz—trapped, broken, helpless—could only watch.
-x-X-x-
Diaz's eyes locked onto mine—wide, bloodshot, horrified. His face twisted in disgust and rage, his mind screaming in silence, but his body remained paralyzed, helpless to stop the obscene spectacle unfolding right in front of him. Tears streaked down his cheeks, his fingers clawing uselessly at the sheets, his breath ragged with horror and betrayal.
I grinned—slow, deliberate, taunting—and spread my legs wider, pulling Gabriela's thighs apart with mine. Her bathrobe fell open, revealing the glistening, tight puckered entrance of her asshole, slick with her arousal, the evidence of her shameful desire.
The cool hospital air brushed against her exposed skin, and she shivered, a broken, needy moan escaping her lips.
"Aaaah... H-Hmmm..." Gabriela whimpered, her voice shaking, her body trembling as she felt the exposure. "D-Don't, Jack..." she pleaded, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her mind torn between shame and the filthy pleasure coursing through her veins.
I ignored her protest, my hand sliding down the curve of her ass, my fingers teasing the sensitive skin of her asshole.
"Shhh, Auntie," I murmured, my voice a dark, velvet purr, my gaze locked onto Diaz—watching, horrified, trapped.
"You like this, don't you? The way your ass clenches when you're embarrassed..." My thumb pressed against her puckered hole, circling, teasing, before pushing inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.
"Aaaaaah—! M-My ass—!" Gabriela gasped, her back arching, her pussy clenching tighter around my cock. The dual sensation—my throbbing cock filling her pussy, my finger stretching her asshole—sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her moans muffled against my chest, her body betraying her with every whimper.
Diaz's eyes widened, his mind exploding in horror: [N-NO—! STOP!] His thought was a scream, but his body remained still, trapped in his own paralysis.
[S-She's letting him fuck her ass too—?!] His gaze burned into me, pleading, accusing, terrified. [M-My own mother—! Fucking devil—! How can she—?!]
I grinned wider, my finger pushing deeper into Gabriela's asshole, swirling, stretching her tight ring. "You feel so good, Auntie," I growled, my voice low, possessive, taunting.
"Your ass is so tight... Just like your pussy." My other hand gripped her hip, pulling her down harder onto my cock, forcing her to take me deeper.
Gabriela bit her lip, pressing her mouth into my shoulder to stifle her moans, but the obscene, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room, raw and unmistakable. Diaz's eyes turned bloodshot with anger, tears streaming down his face, but no sound escaped his lips.
"Aaaah—! Too deep—! Hmmm—!" Gabriela whimpered, her body trembling as I lifted her slightly, then slammed her back down, my cock pounding into her womb.
"N-No—! Aaaah—! It's hitting—! Aaaaaah—!" Her voice broke, her nails digging into my skin, her pussy clenching desperately around me.
I focused on the red dot on her neck with my Fiery Eyes and sucked it hard, igniting a wave of pleasure that shattered her control.
"Aaaaaah—J-Jack—!" Gabriela moaned loudly, her body arching into me, her pussy dripping, clenching, milking my cock. "I-I can't—! Aaaah—! It's too much—!"
I gripped her ass tightly, lifting her up and down, using her body like a toy, forcing her to ride me harder. "You take my cock so well, Auntie," I growled, my voice a dark, possessive snarl. "Your womb is stretching around me... Just like it should."
"Aaaaaah—! N-No—! Hmm!" Gabriela whimpered, her body shaking, her moans breaking into desperate sobs. "Y-You're so deep—! Aaaah—! I-I can't—!"
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark, velvet whisper: "Auntie..." I murmured, my hips rolling up into her, driving my cock deeper into her womb.
"I want to fill you up... Make you pregnant with my child..." My fingers dug into her ass, spreading her cheeks as I fucked her harder, deeper.
Gabriela's body shuddered, her moans turning desperate, shameful: "Aaaaaah—Hmm—! H-How—?!" she gasped, her face burning with embarrassment.
"H-How can Auntie get pregnant at this age—?! Aaaah—! Y-You naughty boy—! Teasing your Aunt—! Aaaaaah—!"
"Oh, Auntie," I chuckled darkly, my cock throbbing inside her womb, stretching her limits.
"You'd be surprised what I can do..." I growled, my grip on her ass tightening as I lifted her up and slammed her back down, forcing her to take me to the hilt. "Your womb was made for my seed... Wasn't it, Auntie?"
"Aaaaaah—! N-No—! Hmm!" Gabriela cried, her body convulsing, her pussy dripping, clenching around my cock as I pounded into her womb. "I-I can't—! Aaaah—! It's too wrong—!"
Diaz's eyes burned with rage, his mind screaming in silence: [Y-You monster—!] His thoughts were a torrent of horror and betrayal. [S-She's letting you do this—?! Right in front of me—?! Fucking her womb—?! Making her pregnant—?!] His body trembled, tears streaming down his face, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak—trapped in his own hell, forced to watch his mother being ruined by the devil himself.
Gabriela's body convulsed on my cock, her pussy milking me desperately, her womb stretching around my throbbing cock as I pounded into her relentlessly. Her moans were raw, broken, shameful—a symphony of pleasure and guilt as she rode me harder, her ass bouncing on my lap, her tits jiggling with every thrust.
"Aaaaaah—! J-Jack—! It's—! Aaaah—! Too deep—!" she cried, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her nails drawing blood. "I-I can't—! Aaaah—! My womb—! It's—! Aaaaaah—!"
I gripped her ass tighter, lifting her up and slamming her back down, forcing my cock deeper into her womb. "You can take it, Auntie," I growled, my voice a dark, possessive snarl. "And you will." My hips rolled up into her, driving my cock to the hilt, stretching her womb wide for my cum.
"Aaaaaah—! N-No—! Hmm!" Gabriela whimpered, her body shaking, her pussy dripping, clenching around my cock as I fucked her womb raw.
"I-I can't—! Aaaah—! It's too wrong—!" Her voice broke, her moans turning desperate, shameful, as she rode me harder, her ass slapping against my thighs.
"But you are, Auntie," I growled, my cock throbbing inside her womb, ready to fill her up.
"You're taking my cock so deep... Like a good little slut." My hand slid up her back, gripping her hair, pulling her head back so I could whisper in her ear. "You want my cum in your womb... Don't you?"
"Aaaaaah—! J-Jack—!" Gabriela cried, her body convulsing, her pussy milking my cock, her womb begging for my seed.
"Y-You're so deep—! Aaaah—! I-I can't—!" Her voice cracked, her moans raw, shameful, as she rode me harder, her ass bouncing on my lap, her womb stretching around my cock.
"You can, Auntie," I growled, my cock pulsing inside her womb, ready to explode. "And you will." My fingers tightened in her hair, my other hand gripping her ass, controlling her movements, forcing her to take me deeper. "Because you're mine... Auntie."
"Aaaaaah—! J-Jack—!" Gabriela whimpered, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my cock, her womb stretching to take me deeper. "I-I can't—! Aaaah—! It's too much—!"