Slowly, Logan's thrusts deepened, each one dragging his thick cock almost all the way out before sliding back into Evelyn's tight, fluttering heat with a wet, obscene sound.
Her walls clenched around him like velvet fire, milking every inch as if her body had been starving for him her entire life.
Missionary felt intimate, almost too intimate, her full, heavy breasts bouncing with every stroke, her flushed face inches from his, eyes glassy with lust.
"Fuck, Miss Evelyn… you're so goddamn tight," he groaned, voice rough as gravel.
He braced his hands on either side of her head, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that ground the fat head of his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside her. "I can feel you squeezing me… like you don't want to let go."
Evelyn's nails raked down his back, leaving red trails. "Logan… ahh… It's too much… you're splitting me open and I love it…" Her voice was hoarse, broken by every thrust.
Her plush thighs trembled around his waist, but she kept them spread wide, offering herself completely.
He kept the pace torturously slow for long minutes, letting her feel every thick vein, every ridge as he claimed her.
The wet slap of his balls against her ass filled the room, mixing with her desperate little whimpers.
Evelyn's pussy wept around him, coating his shaft in fresh, slippery cream that dripped down to the sheets.
Then his voice dropped lower, darker. "Turn over for me, Miss Evelyn. I want that perfect ass up in the air. Show me how badly you need it."
Evelyn's eyes widened, a fresh wave of shame and arousal flooding her cheeks. But she obeyed.
With a trembling breath, she pushed at his chest. Logan pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her juices, still rock-hard and throbbing, giving her space.
She rolled onto her stomach, then pushed up onto her hands and knees, arching her back like a cat in heat.
Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, nipples brushing the sheets.
She looked back over her shoulder, biting her lip, and lifted her plump, peachy ass higher, presenting her dripping pussy and the tight pink pucker above it.
"Like this?" she whispered, voice shaking with need.
"Fuck yes," Logan growled.
He gripped her wide hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks as he spread her open. "Look at you… dripping someone young enough to be your son."
He slapped his heavy cock against her soaked folds once, twice, then pushed back inside in one smooth, claiming stroke.
Evelyn cried out, face dropping to the couch as he bottomed out.
Doggy felt even deeper, filthier. His cock kissed her cervix with every thrust, stretching her walls in new, devastating ways.
Logan started slow again, savoring the sight of her ass rippling each time his hips met her cheeks.
But soon his pace quickened, harder, faster, until the parlor room echoed with the sharp smack of skin on skin.
He leaned forward, chest pressing to her back, and reached around to grab her swinging breasts.
His large hands engulfed them, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh as he kneaded and squeezed.
He pinched her stiff nipples, rolling them roughly between thumb and forefinger while he pounded into her from behind.
"These tits… god, they're perfect," he panted against her ear, voice thick with lust.
"Been thinking about gripping them while I fucked you since the day I saw you." He tugged her nipples harder, making her moan loud and broken.
Evelyn pushed back against him, fucking herself on his cock, her ass jiggling with every brutal thrust.
"Logan… Harder… please, fuck me harder…" she begged, voice muffled by the pillow. Her pussy fluttered wildly around him, fresh slick gushing down her thighs.
The taboo of it all, a youth old enough to be her son, railing her like a whore, made her clit throb unbearably.
He rode her like that for what felt like forever, hands mauling her breasts, hips slamming forward until her knees shook. Sweat slicked their skin.
The wet, filthy sounds of her cunt taking his cock filled the air.
Evelyn came again, hard, screaming his name as her walls clamped down like a vice, squirting in hot little pulses that soaked his balls and the sheets beneath them.
But Logan wasn't done. He wanted more. He wanted to see her face when he filled her.
"On your back again," he ordered, voice rough with command. He pulled out with a wet pop, his cock angry and glistening.
Evelyn whimpered at the emptiness but rolled over instantly, legs falling open in desperate invitation.
Logan settled between her thighs once more, missionary again, but this time he hooked her knees over his elbows, folding her in half.
Her ankles locked behind his back as he sank back inside her in one deep thrust.
The new angle made her see stars. His cock dragged against her G-spot with every stroke, the fat head battering her cervix.
Evelyn's hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes that shook the bed.
"Logan… oh god, you're so deep… I can feel you in my womb…" she gasped, eyes rolling back. Her massive breasts bounced wildly between them.
He leaned down and captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips pistoned faster.
Time blurred. The only sounds were her broken moans, his low growls, and the relentless wet slap of his cock destroying her pussy.
Evelyn came twice more, shuddering, squirting, sobbing his name, before she felt him start to lose control.
Logan's thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more desperate. His balls drew up tight, heavy with the load he had been holding back.
He stared down at her, flushed, wrecked, beautiful, and the dark thought hit him like lightning. 'I'm going to cum inside her. Fill the woman i craved since arriving at this world. Knock her up with my child.'
The idea made his cock swell even thicker inside her. "Fuck, Evelyn… I'm so close," he rasped, voice strained. "Gonna fill this pussy… breed you so deep…"
Evelyn's eyes flew open. A spike of raw panic cut through the pleasure. Pregnant. She was forty-two. A widow. This was never supposed to happen.
But her body betrayed her, her pussy clenched greedily around him at the thought, another flood of slick coating his shaft.
She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, locking him in place.
Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down until their foreheads pressed together.
"Don't pull out," she whispered, her voice trembling with lust and fear. "Please… cum inside me, Logan. I need it."
That was all it took.
Logan's hips stuttered. A guttural groan tore from his throat as the first powerful spurt erupted deep inside her.
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted against her cervix, flooding her womb in heavy pulses. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed buried inside her fertile heat.
Evelyn's eyes widened as she felt it, jet after jet of his seed painting her insides, so much that it overflowed around his cock and leaked down to her ass.
The sensation tipped her over the edge one final time. She came with a silent scream, her pussy milking him greedily, drawing his cum even deeper as if her body wanted to keep every last drop.
Wave after wave crashed through them both. Logan's hips jerked helplessly, emptying himself completely until his balls were drained and her womb was swollen with his load.
He collapsed on top of her, still buried to the hilt, cock twitching with aftershocks as the last weak spurts leaked inside.
Evelyn's breathing slowed. The room spun. Her body felt heavy, boneless, utterly spent.
Pleasure still rippled through her in tiny aftershocks, but reality crept back in like cold water. She had let him cum inside her. Bare. No protection.
She was a mature woman, still fertile, still ovulating some months, and he had just pumped her full of potent young cum.
'What if I get pregnant?' The thought echoed in her fading mind. 'His child… growing inside me… carrying a child from a youth old enough to be my son...'
Panic and a strange, dark thrill twisted together in her chest. Her vision blurred at the edges.
Exhaustion pulled her under like a warm tide.
She tried to speak, tried to tell him they needed to talk, that this was dangerous, but only a soft, broken whimper escaped her lips.
"Logan…" she murmured, already slipping away.
Her eyelids fluttered shut. Her body went limp beneath him, legs still loosely wrapped around his waist, his softening cock still nestled deep inside her cum-filled pussy.
Logan lifted his head, chest heaving, and looked down at the beautiful, ruined woman beneath him.
A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips as he felt her breathing even out into sleep.
He stayed inside her a moment longer, savoring the wet heat and the knowledge that he had just claimed her in every possible way.
Then he gently eased out, watching with dark hunger as a thick trickle of his cum leaked from her swollen folds.
He soon brought a sheet and covered her before giving her a kiss to her lips.
"Miss Evelyn... you are mine now," he murmured against her mouth.
Evelyn lost to unconsciousness and the first faint stirrings of worry already blooming in her dreams.
[Congratulations Master! You did it! You really conquered your first heroine's mother!]
[Ding! Beginning the Awakening of Your Origin Path.]
[Heroine's mother, Evelyn, belonged to the Ability Awakener Origin Path.]
[Awakening an origin ability belonging to the Ability Awakener Path.]
[Congratulations Master! You have awakened the SSS-rank…]