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The Power of Creation – Chapter 289

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“Nyaaaaaa!” A woman is ripped out of her burning house as a slaver feels up her body. “Save me!”

The entire village was already makeshift, about half the size of Riun before your renovations. Suffice it to say, it is burning all over as the slavers, numbering a few hundred, already overwhelmed the fighting force of men and are now pulling out all the women and children for slavery. It seems like the older men are simply slaughtered, considered not valuable enough for slavery. Only those young enough to become protagonists in their own spin-off series are being kept alive.

“Grandfather!” One little boy is tugged away while his grandfather pleads the slavers to not hurt his grandson.

The malicious humans stab the old man. “Nooooooo! Grandfather, I’ll keep my promise! I swear it!”

Somewhere else is a girl whose dressed as a boy. The slavers think she’s a boy, so they leave her in chains while they rape her mom in front of her, the dead father’s corpse only a few feet away. Her hands shake as she swears in her heart to take vengeance on those who wronged her.

Still, somewhere else, a boy is ripped apart from his love. “No, my love, don’t take her, you bastards!”

“Aren’t you just too weak?” The slaver says cruelly as he gropes the boy’s love lewdly. “Come back when you’re stronger! Better yet, just die!”

The slaver kicks him into a burning barn while his love shouts and cries to no avail. The other slavers shut the door, leaving him to contend with the blazing flames beyond and presuming him dead. Little does the slaver know the boy manages to climb out the back, just making it to safety before collapsing from smoke inhalation.

“Good one, boss, they’ll promote you for that!” a subordinate of the slaver says.

“You think? Why… if I keep on doing horrible acts, I reckon I’ll become the chief one day. Just in time for that kid we just murdered to have grown to the age of seventeen, gain power, and track me down with a heart full of anger and vengeance.”

“Good thing we killed him then. Eh, boss?”

“Of course! Being evil is so fun!”

And still, somewhere else, there was a mother desperately running from the slavers. She puts her baby in a wicker basket in the water, pushing the floating bundle downstream. Just as the baby floats out of sight, the mother is impaled by the guards. She was none other than the queen of this tribe, and she put a magical jewel that will deliver that babies inheritance at just the right time. Who knows what adventures that child will get into as he tries to understand the meaning of where he came from.

“Riun King, why are you just standing there watching? We need to do something!” Florian demands.

Really? Are you sure they don’t got it? I mean, if we just go in there and destroy all the bad guys, we’ll be ruining all these hero destinies. Those slavers are bound to get their comeuppance when these survivors grow stronger and start their own hero’s journey. Do you seriously want to deprive them of such a thing? In the end, isn’t it better they learn strength through adversity?”

“S-seriously…” Florian looks down. “To think, the way you see the world truly is unique. By saving these villagers, we’ll perhaps prevent the formation of the very heros that will shape this world in the age to come. I’m sorry, to think… I was so blind and-“

“Will you two idiots stop standing there? This was the village I grew up in. Charge!” Elena cries and points.

Snow White, Merida, Rapunzel, and Kida all leap off the airship, landing in various hero poses. Snow White runs off, murdering all the people who just killed the grandfather and then feeding him a potion that brings him back from the brink of death. Rapunzel saves the mother, cutting off the guys dick and then shoving it down his throat. She even let’s the boy-dressed girl slice his throat to vent her anger.

Merida frees the girl taken from her lover, immediately taking her to her love. By the time he wakes up, he’s in the arm of his beloved and all the threat is gone. Meanwhile, Kida fetches the baby and brings it back, handing it to the surviving members, including his sister and uncle. With only a couple hundred slavers, those four quickly execute a wave of death. Someone even casts a spell making it rain and putting out all the fires. Within five minutes, the entire situation has been fixed. You and Florian stand there wide-eyed as the girls start humanitarian aid, passing out food and clothing.

“A-all that wasted potential.” You cry.

Florian pats you on the back. “Chicks just don’t get the hero’s journey man.”

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 288

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You hear the thundering of canons and the explosion of magic as your airship flies overhead. The demi-human realm isn’t an assortment of kingdoms like the human realm of the partitioned lands of the demon lords like in the demon realm. Instead, demi-humans are separated by tribes. There is typically a tribe for each type of demi-human. No unlike humans, all demi-humans don’t get along.

Many years ago, for example, there was a war between the catkin and the dogkin. It all started when the catkin stated that they were cool and the dog’s drooled. This started a brutal war where thousands of beastmen laid dead. The war lasted for a decade, and only ended when the dogkin discovered a drug called Nip and circulated it amongst the cat population. Ninety percent of cats became drug addicts, and the dogkin became their overlords and drug dealers.

Catkin as drug-addled low rungs of society is a stereotype that still continues to this day. It was exactly Nip that took Elena and Jasmine’s mother and father from them. Jasmine was born a Nip baby, and that was the reason she was so sickly and ill. It was also the reason Elena, a genuinely sweet girl, was pushed into joining a local gang. It’s almost expected from cats that they join gangs and do drugs. Elena only managed to avoid this fate herself thanks to you wiping out the gang, taking them in, and ultimately reforming Riun into a place with relatively little crime. It should be no wonder why Jasmine’s life was completely turned around and why she so desperately wants to stay by your side.

As for the rest of the demi-human realm, they were at constant war with each other. They were an unstable country of different animals who don’t get along, despite what Zootopia tries to claim. The only time demi-humans worked together is when they were under attack from human slavers. Most demi-humans who weren’t constricted to war, joined gangs, or were addicted to drugs were forced into slavery by the humans.

“Holy shit that’s dark.” You mutter to yourself.

Elena nodded sadly. “It was why we fled to Riun. It was the only place I thought my sister and I would be safe. We left with a group of fifty, but by the time I stepped through Riun’s gates, there were just Jasmine and me. I carried her the last hundred miles on my back. I don’t even know how we made it those first few months.”

Tears began to fall down Elena’s cheeks. You carefully pull her into a hug as she cries softly. Gently, you pat her head. Her sobs calm down and soon she’s purring against your chest.

“You know, I went through that all too!” Jasmine cries out. “I could use comfort as well!”

“If I gave you attention, you’d only abuse it.” You sigh.

“What? That’s discrimination!”

“Fine, come over here.”

You reach out and pat Jasmine’s head too. She puts on a smug look and closes her eyes as you pat her.

“Yeah, you stroke this naughty pussy.”

You flick her on the forehead. As she’s rolling around the ground in pain, you look out over the war torn land. Most of the area is thick forest and wilderness, but fires have sprung up all over the place. Luckily, the thicket is too lush and thick and the fires don’t seem to be spreading. If it had been a dry season, the entire place would be ash by now.

“What should we do, boss?” Minnie who is driving the ship while for some reason wearing an eyepatch asks.

You glance over at Florian. “This is your quest, where do you want to do now?”

Florian breaks into a cough. “You want me in charge now!”

Florian gives a sigh, looking out over the same war-torn landscape. He shakes his head, his lip trembling as who knows what thoughts run through his head. Probably ‘blah, blah, blah, I’m the hero. Blah, blah, blah, I need to save everyone. Blah, blah, blah, I’m strong enough and I can do it!

“That’s not what I’m thinking.” Florian responds dryly.

“Eh? I didn’t say anything!” You raise your head and look away, wondering if your thoughts were heard out loud.

“These kinds of things become stronger when we’re together.” Megara, sitting nearby on the stern says to no one in particular, looking strangely wistful.

“Huh? What’s stronger?”

Megara shrugs. “The heros. You, me, Florian. Interdimensional travelers.”

“Oh, right, you’re a hero too!” Florian said with a snap, “To think, we traveled together for so long and I never realized.

“That’s because you were a conceded idiot.”

“Ha… I missed you too Megara.”

“Ugh… this is why Pocahontas and Nala just pretend they never knew you or spent nearly a year traveling with you…”

“…” Florian looked away, a flash of regret on his face for just a moment. “Anyway… you wanted orders. Let’s go round up some slaves!”

“Now you’re talking!” You clap your hands.

“To free them…” Florian adds, eyeing you sideways.

“Oh.” You look down. “I knew that… I swear.”

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Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 46

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“Ahhhhh!” Mia screamed as the wolf creature leaped down from its perch above.

“I have it, my lord!” Daria leaped forward to meet it, but the speed of the thing was too quick and it dodged her.

The direction it set out for was between Rosetta and me. I pulled up my sword, but the animal charging towards me wasn’t dark or sinister looking. Rather, it looked just like a wolf. I was never someone prone to killing animals in the first place, and even with Fanreek’s training in me, I hesitated.

Rosetta tried to swing with her staff, a fire springing from the end of it. The wolf turned one-eighty, slamming its side into Rosetta and using her to rebound, pouncing at me.

“Ah, shit! Not again!” I tried to bring up my sword, but I had already hesitated, and the moment was gone.

A moment later, I was shoved to the ground, a massive wolf on top of me. I could smell wet dog and there was fur in my face. Like clockwork, I felt the familiar press of something hard between my legs. The wolf, without any hesitation, started humping me, his dewclaws scratched my side as he clung to my abdomen and pushed are hard nub between my legs. Of course, I was thankfully wearing pants, and this treatment was closer to dry humping than anything improper.

“Aria!” I heard the shout of Jerard through the padding of hair.

A moment later there was the sound of steel ringing and quick yelp. With some effort, the dog was pushed off of me. I casually stood up as best I could, while three girls were given me strange looks. I quickly straightened my hair as Jerard gave me a hand. After that, I started spitting out hair that had gotten in my mouth.

“It’s really weird.” Jerard said, “Usually, we don’t run into this many monsters on the way to the labyrinth.”

“Really, I thought this was fairly standard encounter rate for these parts?” I spat, as I tried to remove matted animal hair from my cloth armor.

“No, not at all.” Jerard shook his head. “Except in places like dungeons and labyrinths, finding a monster is quite rare without a tracker class.”

I nodded, slightly to myself. It made sense. In this world, monsters were basically equivalent to animals. True, they got bigger, were more aggressive, and more dangerous, but that didn’t mean their frequency changed much. If they honestly appeared as frequently as they did in RPGs, the world would quickly fall apart. Just like someone hunting a deer, you might run into one or two on an entire quest, and that’s when you’re looking for them. “Most adventuring quests were scaled in that way. There was nothing like collect 100 lizard tails. Well, when a single animal might have a lot of something like feathers, the quest could be that way, but they were often geared with the assumption they wouldn’t be surrounded by monsters.

In that respect, our party had already been attacked by four monsters. Before, Min always gracefully took care of it when monsters showed up, and it felt about the same rate as when I traveled with Min. Unless… I attracted monsters even when I was not on my period! Was my high charisma acting as a lure for these monsters? Every monster did seem to b-line for me, didn’t they? I quickly hid my features behind my deception, while sniffing myself discretely.

Water and fire, those were the magics that I learned. Why couldn’t I have learned wind magic? It wasn’t an issue when I was traveling with the army, but if I had my period out here, I only had a brutal death to look forward to. I frowned but chose not to say anything to the group. I didn’t want to put them in any jeopardy, but we had handled the problems well enough so far. In the labyrinth, the closed-off environment and lack of wind would probably cool things down a bit. Besides, the way the girls were looking at me earlier, I had a distinct feeling they’d take any excuse to kick me out.

During the fighting, my hood had fallen back. This seemed to have caught Jerard’s eye. He walked up to me to see if I was alright.

“The collar…” Jerard walked beside me, whispering so the other girls didn’t hear. “I’ve seen collars like that before.”

I was broken from my thoughts, I had instinctually risen up to it. “Uh… yeah… I heard that if you wore fake slave collars, it can offer some protection from slavers.”

Jerard nodded slowly. It actually wasn’t a lie. The level of distrust in the city was high, and there were already rumors of people being spirited away to the slaves. Human slavers stealing elves and demon slavers stealing humans were common, and with the armies perched outside, it was a hot stove. Some people wore collars to spread enough doubt. If they were owned, anyone who attempted to steal them could potentially be caught. You never knew what kind of enchantments people put on their slaves. This is why my slave collar didn’t stand out too much.

“I figured as much. You don’t act like you were enslaved. Those women have a haunted look to their eye. Plus, if you were a slave, you’d never be out here with us going on adventuring missions!”

“Haha… that’s true…” I provided a fake smile.

“R-rosetta!” Daria cried, trying to lift up Rosetta. “Jerard, Rosetta is hurt!”

Mia and Daria were both shooting Jerard indignant looks. He had curiously come to me first after seeing the collar, but that means he had put them second. It was a fact not lost on the girls. Jerard ran over to them while wearing a guilty expression. I could only shake my head and sigh at how tough it must be for a man like him. Had he even made it to first base with any of them?

When Jerard made it, with Daria’s help he got Rosetta to her feet. She didn’t seem hurt, per se. Rather, she seemed dizzy and had trouble standing. Her eyes seemed unfocused. She took a step forward and suddenly fell back. I knew it was genuine because she fell on Daria as much as Jerard. I had a distinct feeling if she was faking it she would have conveniently fallen completely in Jerard’s grasp.

“Does she have a concussion?” I asked, worriedly.

“Hah? What’s a concussion?” Jerard looked up at me with a questioning look while holding the unsteady Rosetta.

“That monster must have cast daze on her when it slammed into her. It’s a status misalignment.” Daria explained flatly. “That means, we’ll have to return back to the city and try again tomorrow.”

“What? Why?” I asked, a little confused by the sudden moody atmosphere.

“Dazed can last as long as a day.” Jerard explained lightly, “She can barely walk. We can carry her the rest of the way to the dungeon, but it puts us all at risk and someone will have to keep watch of her at all times. It’s safer just to return and try again tomorrow. It’s not that big of a deal. Safety comes first. Sometimes, we have to go out three or four times before we can make a successful expedition.”

I frowned a bit. This really wasn’t the exciting life of an adventurer I was expecting. Playing it safe? Failed expeditions? A single status misalignment ending the entire trip.”

“S-seriously, can’t we just clear the status misalignment?” I asked.

“Do you have a potion that can?”

“Guh…” I looked down, realizing I didn’t. “I guess not.”

Reinhart had said that there were potions for most status misalignments, but that it was only worth learning the ones that were life-threatening, like poisons and substantial weakening effects. Most skilled people could still function under dazed, so it was considered deadly by any word. Thus, the potions for it were often not carried by adventuring parties and only made sparingly for emergencies.

Jerard nodding, expecting as much. “It’s fine, we’ll just head out tomorrow.”

Of course, Jerard didn’t know that I didn’t have tomorrow free. This was my only chance to slay some monsters. I’m not sure if I got any experience killing the wolves and the last three encounters, but at least one of them, a slime, I had swung my sword at it, so that had to count for something. Was there really nothing I could do? So many skills and…

“W-wait… I do have a means of curing her status misalignment.” I suddenly realized while thinking about my skills, then suddenly coughing. “Ah… but… the casting is a little strange.”

“If you can cure Rosetta, please do it!” Daria declared.

“R-right!” I nodded, walking over to the other woman.

“Wh-what…” Rosetta murmurs incoherently as I move up to her side.

With a glance at Jerard and Daria who were both giving me doubtful looks, I sighed, leaned forward, and kissed Rosetta on the lips. I could practically hear them gasping, but I chose to ignore it while I activated the Princess Kiss. Rosetta’s eyes snapped open in clarity as soon as my lips touched hers. Part of it was the shock of suddenly being kissed. The other part was the effect of Princess Kiss, which removed all status misalignments almost instantly.

“Mm!” Rosetta made a strange noise, causing me to instantly pulled away.

I felt no shame, but I quickly put a blush on my face and looked down. I figured if I acted properly shy about it, I could avoid too many questions.

“Th-that…” Jerard’s mouth was open, barely even able to attack.

I grabbed my arm, trying to put on a chastised look, ironically to avoid getting any earfuls. “Th-that’s how it’s activated. I can’t control it.”

The fact that this was the truth didn’t really matter. At this point, I would have been able to tell a lie just as smoothly. Not that I had any interest in kissing Rosetta anyway. I did this purely so we could keep going on. I was determined to get a level and test out my theory today.

“You…” Rosetta’s eyes darkened slightly before she turned her head with a flush.

She glared at the other two girls, who decided to look the other way and stay quiet. Meanwhile, I frowned slightly. I supposed it would have been too much to expect a thank you, but I did cure her status misalignment. She could at least stop glaring at me.

“I cured your status alignment, so we should be good, right?” I tried to remind her of my good deed to keep her anger in check.

“Hmph! I never would have been hit if it wasn’t for you! All the monsters keep charging you… what are you doing? Daria is supposed to tank the hits.” Rosetta snapped, most of her negative attitude returning from this morning despite my best efforts.

I sighed, only slightly regretting healing her. If she couldn’t be happy with the favor I granted her, there was nothing I could do about it.

“N-nothing…” I defended. “Perhaps, my charm stat is just too high?”

Rosetta let out a laugh. “Your charm? You couldn’t possibly have a charm much higher than me. My charm is nearly 55. What is yours?”

Nearly 55? What does nearly 55 mean? Does that mean it’s 54? If your stat is 54, just say 54!

I put aside my distaste once again, looking down cautiously. “Uh… 70…”

“70!” Rosetta looked shocked for a second but then turned angry. “I-if you’re just going to make up numbers, don’t bother saying anything!”

“Eh?” I balked as every ounce of goodwill I had made with the women disappeared in an instant.

She turned away angrily while everyone else tried to pretend they didn’t overhear. However, I could see flashes of disbelief in their eyes. It seemed everyone held the same opinion as Rosetta. Seventy was too unbelievable for a level 41. Had I told them my true charisma level, they might have even been angry. It was hard to believe I was at 94 Charisma. Soon, I’d be breaking the 100 barrier, what it supposedly means to be human. My charm would become superhuman, at that point, or so the stories say.

Charm was already giving me enough problems now. I only felt lucky that the group was wearing anticharm stuff. Most adventurers did. It was for this reason that Cambion’s were so weak. My own charm was also a source of weakness for this reason. When I approached a commoner, I could probably overwhelm them, but anyone with enough money/foresight would prevent themselves from being manipulated in that way. This was doubly true out in a border area like this one. With humans not trusting demons and demons not trusting humans, few people were affected by my charms.

At this point, if I walked through a normal village, people would be tripping over themselves to proclaim me the world’s greatest beauty. Where I am now? I’m only an immaculate beauty, something that seems to be easy enough to cover up with the hood of a cloak. It seemed like charm resistances didn’t remove people’s awareness of your charm and beauty, but remove the urge and desire to act on it. Like giving Nicotine to a smoker, it dulls things so you can make conscious decisions. This still meant I kept my cloak up most of the time. There was no use creating more issues like the one that happened in front of the bar.

I lifted my hood and the batch of us continued on our journey. The path leading the labyrinth wasn’t a safe path, but it was fairly well traveled. Uncountable numbers of adventurers heading to the labyrinth to hunt and farm had created a path through the forest, especially now that the area has become quite busy for the peace talks. Some monsters had already learned to avoid this path, well, when a beacon like me wasn’t walking along.

“We’re almost there.” Jerard breathed out a sigh of relief. “The entrance of the labyrinth has a small camp. It’s typically quite safe. We shouldn’t run into anymore-“


The sound exploded from the woods over to our right. It was so sudden that Jerard froze in shock. Meanwhile, Mia had actually stumbled and fell on the ground. There was a snapping of a tree and a moment later a massive creature burst from the brush line.

“An ogre, here?” Daria screamed.

I had also seen an ogre once before. They were large green hulking creatures who wore animal fur. Their intelligence was less than a goblin, but for me, they were much too large. Ten feet tall, I could see it’s massive horse cock swinging from under its loincloth. I personally liked my vagina and wasn’t the kind of woman that wanted it destroyed. I had little doubt that if this creature was allowed to fuck me, it would kill me in the process.

“Guy’s run!” Jerard shook out of his surprise.

Like before, the monster’s eyes fell on me, and a look the rest of the party probably didn’t recognize slipped on its face. It was a lewd look that said it wanted sex. Practically drooling, the monster started lumbering towards me. Rosetta stepped forward, chanting a spell.

“Rosetta, no, watch out!” I tried to grab her, but she shook me off, her eyes turning somewhat hysterical.

“I got this!” She shouted, pushing out her hands.

The ogre raised its hand up, reaching for me, but I was behind Rosetta. Just as it went to swap her away, a giant fireball erupted from her hand. The heat caused me to jump back. Even then, I was convinced I just lost my eyebrows, my entire body feeling hots. Rosetta and the ogre got hit much harder. The ogre roared, smacking Rosetta with the back of its hand. There was a loud thunk and Rosetta went flying, hitting the side of a tree trunk.

I wanted to see if she was okay, but the monster, even while still partially on fire, its green skin boiling and festering, still started stumbling towards me, although slower than before. Despite my high mental resistance, I still felt fear. The ten-foot-tall, blistering, howling ogre reaching for me while flames still burned on its shoulders and arms was the absolutely most scene I had ever seen. For a brief moment, I felt like the same girl who had suddenly teleported to this world a year ago. It was like the time those goblins tackled me to the ground. The time when they…

“No…” My eyes hardened, as I rolled back, narrowly avoiding its grip.

I pulled out my sword, but I knew I wasn’t a sufficient enough swordsman yet to take an ogre. It’d take a team of five trained soldiers to bring an ogre down safely. I wasn’t so skilled as even one soldier yet. That meant, I had to use my own strengths and powers. Therefore, I equipped The Reborn and God Killer, my status, particularly my charm, exploding monstrously. Pulling back my hood, I glared at the ogre, who froze suddenly, complete shock shooting through its system.

People may wear charm protection, but monsters do not. That means, even while my strongest skills may be defeated with ease in the demon realm, they were lethal with monsters. How else could the Cambions who were pushed to the edge of the earth survive in such a harsh environment? It was because they could manipulate monsters. They could bedazzle, confuse, and ultimately defeat monsters of greater strength. Therein lied the true power of illusion.

“Seduction…” I murmured, striking him one.

The monster seemed uncertain, its small brain knowing it was being manipulated, but seemingly unable to wrap his head around this. From my experience with the slave traders, if I was this forceful with a human, they would reject my charm and magic and flee or possibly kill themselves. I use magical accentuation, dumping mana into my charm stat, causing it to grow even more. A supernatural beauty at the level of a goddess was exceeding 100 charm. At this exact moment, I didn’t know how high my charm was, but it should have exceeded 200. What did that make me in this world?

“Monster… be mine!” I commanded, activating the monster tamer ability.

There was almost no resistance. The monster had already been seeking me out because of hormones, so you could say it was already attracted to my scent. Less intelligent than a wolf, and charm amplified to the max, this monster fell to the monster tamer ability with ease. It collapsed to its knees. Although it didn’t talk, I could swear I almost heard its thoughts. All of those thoughts were on me. It’s an expression and its eyes seemed to say one thing.

Command me, mistress.

I approached the hulking monster, which even on its knees was still slightly taller than me. I had no desire to take this ugly monster home with me. I didn’t trust it, and I didn’t care for it. It had barreled into our party and even hurt Rosetta. I didn’t care about Rosetta, but I did care that it was likely me who made her get hurt. I was the one attracting these monsters. However, ultimately, it was the monsters coming that I hated. Thus, all of my anger was focused on them. I couldn’t control my scent or my hormones. However, these fucking rape monsters, they are what’s wrong with this world.

“You wish for me to command you?” My voice came out dry and emotionless, somewhat terrifying if someone was close enough to hear it.

The monster’s eyes brightened as if it understood me, and eager desire to please in its eyes.

“Then die for me.” I lifted the sword.

I didn’t have the power to hack off this monster’s head, so instead, using both hands, I pushed it up against the soft part of the monster’s neck. Using all my strength, I pushed forward, the sword sliding through his throat. The monster didn’t pull back. He didn’t resist. He wore the same smile as my blade slid true. A gurgle and a spurt of blood later, the monster collapsed to the ground.

{Congratulations! You have increased to Level 13 Enchantress!}

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 287

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Sitting down in a massive throne room, your feet hanging over the edge of the chair, you casually look through stacks of papers. With a sigh, you rub your eyes and toss them down to the side.

“Has Rapunzel made her report yet?” You ask. “All these papers and reports. I’ve done so much work as a king, I’m ready to call it.”

“Daddy, it’s been fifteen minutes.” Merida sighs.

Merida is standing nearby in full armor near the throne. She insists she is acting as your official guard of honor. There is also Snow White, the demon lords, Aurora, and even Pocahontas present.

“Daddy!” A small voice says, a little three-year-old girl running up to you.

“Hey! You…”

“Collette…” Pochontas coughs.

“Right, Collette. Daddy would never forget my own daughter’s name.”

“I love you, daddy!” A little dark-skinned elvish girl says excitedly, as she jumps up onto the throne and into your lap.

“Haha… I love you too, my little Collette.”

Over the last month, Collette has continued to grow at an alarming rate, and has done nothing but talk about how much she wanted to see her daddy. Now, you’re finally here with your daughter in your arms. She can’t be happier, and hasn’t left your side since.

“Ooo… daddy, that thing between your legs is poking again!” Collette cries, grinding her butt in your lap.

“What? I’m not hard, I swear! Oh, it’s a dildo I had in my pocket, thank Pun.”

You look to see all the girls staring at you with complicated looks. You make the dildo disappear before you daughter can see it.

“It’s an honest mistake. Could happen to any father.”

“Of course… Benefactor.”

“Look, everyone seems to want me to have a young daughter, even though my life is filled with sex and indecent scenes. I could have made her legal but everyone is like, nooo… we want a little girl! Don’t make this any weirder than it has to be.”

“D-daddy, is daddy married to mommy?”

“Haaah?” You break into coughs. “Mommy and daddy’s relationship is… um… complicated.”

Colette looks over at Pocahontas with a questioning gaze, and she smiles and nods. “I’m daddy’s side slut…”

“Ah!” Colette’s eyes brighten. “Can I be daddy’s side slut too?”

“Only when you’re older.”

“Ooo… boo… I want to be a slut now!”

“Damn it, you guys made it weird.” You cry.

“Don’t worry, hero, when I bear our daughter, I’ll let you make her your side slut any time.” Ariel reassures you.

“That’s not helping.”

“Sir… it appears we have a guest.” Sebastian announces from the door.

“Oh, thank Pun, literally anything else.” You sit up, although you keep Collette on your lap.

“Let them in.”

A person suddenly walks in as soon as Sebastian steps back. They walk in a manner of confidence, their body is covered in a cloak. They continue to stride forward until they reach right in front of you, and then suddenly go to a knee. The whole movement looks rather grandiose, and not at all what you’re used to.

“Wh-who are you?” you demand, feeling slightly flustered.

Th person reaches up and slowly pulls off their hood. They reveal the face of someone you actually recognize pretty well.

“Oh, it’s you…” You say flately.

Florian smiles. “It’s been a while, Lord of Ri- no, I suppose I should call you King of Riun now.”

“What brings you back so soon? I thought you were off to make your harem?”

Florian nodded as he stood up. “I did. Naturally, I wanted a harem of diverse women to satisfy my every need. Flat chested, big chested, tsundere, dandere, I wanted a little bit of everything. Of course, I stopped before I went that far.”

He uncomfortably nodded to the girl on your lap.

“H-hey!” You growl, “Don’t get any wrong ideas! I’m her daddy!”

“I’m his side slut!” The girl beams.

“…” Florian stares for a second before shaking his head. “Well, what happens in another world…”

“This is a complete misunderstanding! I don’t bang little girls! Jasmine’s still pure, see?”

“Haven’t you taken her virginity like three times already?” Snow White mutters.

“Noncanon! It’s noncanon!” You drop down, sighing. “Forget it. You were saying?”

“Right!” Florian nodded, thankfully moving on. “I ended up heading to the place I thought I’d find both the most willing girls and the diversity I wanted. After careful thought, I decided to go for a slave harem. And that meant the demi-humans. So, I headed to the northern border of the human realm, which leads into the demi-human realm.

“There, I bought myself a few lovely slave girls. They were, of course, very appreciative that I bought them and treated them with a basic level of human decency. However, as I grew closer to them, I learned more and more about the human slave network. To this day, humans have performed constant raids on the demi-humans, enslaving women and children and murdering most of the men who didn’t submit. It’s little better than genocide!”

“I’m not a philanthropist here.” you raise your hands in a shrug. “It sucks, but I don’t feel like I have the right to rewrite the laws of this world just because I feel like it. In my kingdom, slavery is abolished. If the demihumans want to come here, I’ll offer them asylum. That’s all I can do.

Florian nodded. “I appreciate it. I have been fighting to help free the slaves and improve their lives, but that isn’t why I came. The reason I came is because about a month and a half ago, the human realm went out of control. They launched a full-scale invasion of the demi-humans.”


“They’re wiping them out and enslaving them all!” Florian said passionately. “The humans are destroying their entire way of life!”

“The dark elf tribes reside on the very edge of the demi-human realm.” Pocohontas spoke up. “Those slavers who attacked my tribe were likely a small fraction of the ones invading the realm. By the way, that’s why we had children in our tribe. They were parentless refugees we had rescued and were trying to indoctrin- I mean teach the ways of the dark elf tribe.”


“My love, this dispute… this sounds like something Cruella would cook up.” Grimhilde adds.

You stretch, standing up. Collette remains in your lap, now giggling as she suddenly is turned horizontal. Right now, you’re standing up, and Collette’s butt is right up against your groin, her entire body seemingly being supported as if by magic, or perhaps something else. The girls watching make noises of shock. Florian turns away in disgust.

“Wh-what?” You look down at Collette. “Ah! It’s magic! I swear it’s magic! I was afraid Collette would fall off my lap while I wasn’t paying attention and the throne has the high steps so I just glued her butt there magically. There is nothing inside, aah… ahem.. cough… I mean, stop thinking weird things!”

You grab Collette and pull her off your cotch, a velco-like sound being admitted as you put her on the floor next to you.

“Alright, Florian, I’ll help you!”

“C-can you at least put on some pants first?”

“I said don’t make this weird!”

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 286

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“Alright!” You declare, putting on a robe. “So, the armies have been stopped, my harem and I have all been returned the castle, and everything regarding Gothel had been settled. Is there anything else I need to do?”

“We could go back to sleep after some sex.” Gothel suggests.

“Don’t you start!” You give Gothel a glare as she lies on her new bed in your castle.

“I want to join beloved in bed as well!” Medusa adds.

“I-I could use a taste of fresh semen as well.” Grimhilde murmurs guiltily.

“Girls, girls, girls… there will be time for sex later.” You raise your hands, waving off their shameless advances. “Can’t a man get up for a few minutes without beautiful women throwing themselves at him for sex?”

The chastised girls nod in acceptance.

“Well, this is for the best. There is only about three weeks before the demon god will break into this realm.” Grimhilde explains.

“Right, plot. We had one of those. Demon God, I’m still not feeling this is a threat.”

Grimhilde sighs. “My love, this will be the greatest threat you will ever face. The demon god is not to be taken lightly. Their coming will end everything that we know. Unless you can acquire the-“

“Yes, yes… the barrier magic, right? See, I was listening. So, barrier magic comes if I conquer all seven of you. I’m now at five. That leaves Tremaine and Cruella. I’ve met Cruella before. She’s a shape shifting bitch who likes trying to NTR others.”

“I suggest that we go after Cruella, but we should be quick about it.”

“Quick about it? I tried to be quick about Gothel, and look where that got me?” You point down at Gothel, who is snoozing on the couch, a sudden snort escaping her cutely before she falls back into a deep sleep as if you hadn’t just taken her from her castle and relocated her in yours.

“Well… Gothel was a particular case. We understood your attitude and behavior and we knew that if you went there alone, that you would end up being trapped in her spell!” Ursula snapped. “To think, I worried about you for weeks and you were just banging it out in my sister all this time!”

“You’re still on about that? That was like a chapter ago?”

“You… well, it’s not like I can do anything about it. The Prince is who he is. We just have to support him before the demon god descends.”

“Alright, so the first thing is to seek out Cruella. So, do we bolster our forces with Gothel’s troops and then march on her country?”

Medusa shook her head, even as she sat down on the bed next to Gothel, stretching out in a sexually enticing way, her large chest seeming to jut out from her chest temptingly.

“Beloved, it would appear that our dear sister Cruella rarely remains in the kingdom. It’d be better off to seek her out. If we can find her without her armies and you conquer her, then the armies will naturally fall to you. Then, we’ll have to deal with Tremaine… she’ll be the hardest one.”

“Conquer her? You mean rape her a bunch?”

“You know, loli-pervert, you don’t have to conquer us by raping us? Just getting us to submit or swear fealty is sufficient.”

“Doesn’t he though?” Medusa purred, shooting you suggestive eyes like a predator eagerly watching its prey.

“And how do we find her?” You ask.

“We’ll need to look for unrest. Perhaps your spy master might have some ideas.”

“I have a spy master?”

“Rapunzel? The squirrel girl?”

“Not ringing a bell.”

“She was a magic squirrel that was spying on you during a picnic with Aurora, when you magically turned her into a demi-human, causing her to evolve and become intelligent. Elena captured her as a pet, but she quickly outgrew that roll, went with you to the Capitol of the humans and won that tournament, and you finally took her virginity. You remember none of this?”

You cough, immediately changing the subject, “And Tremaine… the last sister. She’s got the largest country?”

Grimhilde sighs. “Mm… her country is nearly the size of all of our countries put together. The war to defeat Tremaine would be a harsh one costing us many losses. I’m not even sure it could be achieved in the time frame we have.”

“S-seriously? Then, wouldn’t it just make more sense for me to kidnap her and force her to submit myself?” You offer.

The five girls all look at each other with complicated expressions. “Prince… Tremaine will not be as easy to conquer as the rest of us.”

“If you wish to rape Tremaine, things may not go the way you plan.” Maleficant cryptically added.

“In fact, beloved, you could say that compared to use, Tremaine is the true final boss.”

“Hah? What? Is she some kind of cold fish? Or maybe a lesbian? I broke Belle out of that and now she loves the dick. I don’t think that will be a problem at all. Oh, Pun, you’re not saying she’s a futa, right? All of my previous attempts to add a futa into this story has been met with overwhelming resistance.”

“No, my love…” Grimhilde shook her head. “This is something far more difficult to handle. Simple, but difficult.”

“Well, spit it out already.” You growl. “I swear you’re just milking this to meet an arbitrary chapter word count!”

“My love, Tremaine is… for all intent and purposes, happily married.”

“W-what?” You respond flatly.

“Tremaine has a husband, and that husband and her have been happily married and monogamous for thousands of years. If you succeed in claiming Tremaine… If you force her submission… you’re going to have to deal with the demon general, her husband. To save our world, to defeat the demon king, you’re going to have to force our sister to cheat. No, you’re going to have to netorare her husband!”

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Today’s Releases – Whatsawhizzer

Sorry, I had an important meeting today and I just couldn’t get my writing stuff done. I will try to get the WoW chapter I owe you tomorrow as well as PoC.

Hawtness Chapter 3 

Xperiment Chapter 4

World of Women – Chapter 6 (Public)

Sorry again for WoW… but rather than force myself to finish it tonight, I’d rather give you something that I didn’t write while fighting a headache and near exhaustion.


The Power of Creation – Chapter 285

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“What are you talking about, a month?” You ask, scratching you head.

“We mean a month!” Merida declares as more of the girls show up.

Grimhilde and the other demon lords walk in. They don’t look as beat up as the warriors, but they still had a haggard appearance of many sleepless nights and great frustration.

“My love, from the moment you teleported away from the mansion, just over a month has passed. When you left, we quickly organized your armies an attacked the nation recklessly, but we only managed to make it to the castle now, after much loss.”

“What loss? She surrendered immediately?” You say, holding up a piece of paper, “I’ve been in charge of the nation all along.”

“The castle let us right in…” Kida said complicatedly. “R-rookie, did you send out orders to the troops to stand down and accept you as their new ruler?”

“Did I do what now?” You look over at Gothel. “Eh? Gothel? Didn’t you say you let everyone know I was king?”

“Eh? I told the castle.”

“You were supposed to tell all your subjects!”

“Tsk… how bothersome.” Gothel yawns. “Besides, you’re king, isn’t that your job to proclaim yourself as the new ruler?”

“I’ve been here with you the whole time!”


“Are you sleeping!? You…”

“Beloved, Gothel has always been like this. She’s a lot of fun, but also a flake. I honestly believe she meant no malice intent, but she is the embodiment of sloth, and once can’t be helped but to be caught in her web.”

You sigh, waving your hand. A message is instantly sent out and every line is informed to stand down. Like that, a month long campaign with a death toll of thousands ends in a second. You could probably bring back all the dead as zombies or something too if you really wanted to. As to resetting the clock, a single day in an isolated city and a month spread out over an entire region are two entirely different things. You’re not sure if even you’re the omnipotent. It’s best not to screw with the plotline, you mean timeline, too often.

The most messed up part of all of this is that even after knowing you had just abandoned your 30 woman harem for nearly a month, there was a part of you that still wanted to throw the sheets back on and go to sleep next to Gothel. It just felt easy lying around with her.

“Come, sister, we need to fix your messes.” Ursula demanded, yanking Gothel out of bed.

“Nyaaaa… I don’t wanna!” Gothel cries.

“There is work to be done!” Grimhilde insists.

“N-noooo!” Gothel is dragged around of the room by her sisters kicking and screaming, but even that looks tired and lethargic.

“Daddy…” Merida says tightly as you realize there is only a few of the fighter girls left. “You…”

Merida stops, her eyes tearful, before turning and running away.


Kida sighs tiredly. “I’m sorry, Rookie. A lot of the girls have been very worried since you left. You’ve been gone even longer than when you went to the capital. Perhaps… you should make it up to them.”

You lower your head, for once feeling something knew in this world that you might not have ever felt before. Bad. You feel like you let down these ladies. You feel a bit bad.

“Kida… have all the ladies come to the front lines?”

After a moment, Kida nods with a sigh. “They’re all stronger than any five soldiers, I take it that is your doing? They all insisted on coming.

“Can you gather them all together for me?”

“Y-yes, I suppose.” Kida nods slowly. “We’ll be in the throne room. Please come when you’re ready.”

You agree as Kida leaves the room and closes the door, leaving you alone in the place Gothel and you fornicated for nearly a month. After great periods of lethargy, it was sometimes important to put out effort for the things you want. You take a shower, clean up, get a haircut, and put yourself in your finest garb. It sounds time consuming, but given your magic, this only takes but a moment.

With a sigh, you look over this room of solitary confinement one last time, and grab the doorknob. You’ve wronged your harem, and now you need to the thing all men must do. Perhaps you could call it the most defining trait of a man. You have to apologize to women for not giving them enough attention.

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Aaron Is My Son

The following story is an oneshot written for literotica. I decided to also put it up here for all interested readers.

Summary: When her son goes off to college, a lonely mother grows attached to incest. When he comes back home for the holidays, he brings home a GF. This sparks a change in their relationship, and there is no going back.

Guys… this is one 11k word story. There is no second story. I won’t be continuing it. However, since it’s a new month, I included new patreon goals.

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“Aaron is my son.”

These are the words I spoke as I held that little baby boy in my arms. I just couldn’t believe that I had become a mommy. I was so excited that I could barely contain it. Perhaps, it was because of that excitement that I had neglected to spend as much time with my husband. It started off simple. We didn’t have sex after I had the baby for a few months so that I could heal. Then, that baby had grown to the age where he was aware of his surroundings.

One night, my baby Aaron was babbling happily in his crib next to my bed when my husband reached over and started trying to grope me. I could barely evil feel his machinations. Instead, my eyes focused on Aaron, who seemed to be watching. His lips moved hungrily as if he was jealous his own father was playing with my tit instead of him.

“Stop, the baby is watching…” I said.

My husband pulled away, although he looked annoyed. I pulled Aaron out of his crib and gave him the nipple he craved. It was strange, I couldn’t feel a thing from my husband’s hard calloused hands, but this baby’s soft lips sent shivers down my spine. It was an odd feeling, one that made me excited and restless, but this was merely a baby and I was merely his mother feeding him. That’s all our relationship would ever be.

“I love you, Aaron, mommy loves you,” I whispered as the baby continued to suck much-needed nutrients from my boob.

Five years passed in an instant…

“Sometimes, I swear you care more about our kid than me!” My husband snapped.

“Aaron is my son.” I defended.

“He’s my son too, so why don’t you let me toughen him up a bit?”

I pulled Aaron away from his father. Aaron was crying. He didn’t need his dad right now. He needed me. I held his face tightly into my bosom. It felt right that his hot tears splashed on my chest. It felt right as his mother than I took on all of his pain and discomfort.

As to the instigating event, my husband was trying to play football with Aaron, and in his excitement to get the ball, this oaf of a man overreacted and pushed my precious baby to the ground. Aaron had skinned his knee. My husband didn’t plan to do anything about it, but after crying for five minutes straight, I finally heard and came out, only to find my husband yelling at him to shut up and quit being a baby. Naturally, I was furious.

“Never talk to my son like that again.” I snarled, still keeping Aaron in my hands. “You can’t be violent with him. Why do you have to act so angry?”

“Why? Well, I don’t know, Janice, maybe it’s because we haven’t fucked in two years!” he shouted back.

I covered Aaron’s ears, shooting him another glare. “I’m going to my mother’s.”

“Fine… leave…” He shouted, opening a door and pulling out a beer.

Perhaps, at the time, I should have realized that our relationship was only going to deteriorate. However, I was just too focused on Aaron and his development. I don’t blame my husband for everything. I pushed him away. However, I do blame him for that night two years later.

“Aaron, I’m home, work let out earlier today,” I spoke up, walking into the door.

Aaron, eight now, immediately came running up to me. “Mom!”

I smiled, reaching out and touching his cheek. Aaron lowered his head, rubbing his cheek on my hand intimately.

“Give mommy a hug?” I said, knowing I’d feel relieved if I could just hug him.

“Ah… b-but…” Aaron backed up, suddenly looking scared.

“Hah… Hah… Hah…” It was that point I noticed a faint sound, causing me to frown.

“Wh-where is the babysitter?” I demanded.

“D-dad said to not say anything,” Aaron responded defiantly.

If ever Aaron chose to defy me, it was almost always something my husband put into his mind. It would be nice if that man was ever a positive influence on his life. The only thing my husband ever gave my son was a healthy interest in girls. That was only because my husband was a horndog. He often looked at porn on the computer, and he had magazines. Naturally, a curious eight-year-old like Aaron looked at the stuff his father enjoyed, and I had caught him with his first erection not a few weeks prior. Suffice it to say that my husband and I were due for a long talk.

“Ahhh… ahhh…” As I stormed up the room, the sounds became clearer.

There was a wet slapping sound and what sounded like people moaning. Now, I had already assumed my husband had come home. In my mind, he had sent the babysitter on her way and was “watching” Aaron alone. I just wasn’t in the state of mind to think of anything negative. The sounds coming from his room sounded like porn. I was angry, but my anger was that my husband would go home, leaving Aaron to fend for himself downstairs, and then watch porn loudly on the television.

However, when I opened the door, it all came crashing home. My husband wasn’t watching porn. Rather, there was a naked woman on all fours on my marital bed, and my husband was balls deep inside of her pounding her in a way he hadn’t done to me since before Aaron was born. They were completely lost in their sex. His eyes were closed and she was panting like she was one step away from hyperventilating.

As I watched my husband of ten years bang this woman, the only saving grace was that she wasn’t the babysitter. It looked like the babysitter went home and my husband then invited her mistress over. However, the mistress was a woman I recognized. She was my neighbor, and she was most definitely married. Both of them still wore their very different wedding rings.

“Ahhn… I love you…” She moaned. “Harder… Harder…”

“Mmm…” He responded indefinitively, slapping her butt in a lewd way.

For some reason, I just couldn’t bring myself to interrupt. Since they still hadn’t noticed me with the door wide open, I let the natural sway of the door swing it closed silently. Then I fell down on my butt, leaning against the door, my back closing it with a light snap that couldn’t be heard over the pair of them. I could still hear the sound of their raw sex, but I couldn’t bring myself to move from my spot.

“Mother?” The voice caused me to look up.

Even if Aaron couldn’t hear the noises from downstairs, he could definitely hear what his father was doing now. “Aaron, this is… your father…”

Aaron looked away shyly. “I know dad is having sex with Mrs. Marker.”

I gave a wry smile, looking down. “You shouldn’t know these things.”

“Dad has… done it before. He said if I am quiet about it, he’ll buy me a porn magazine.”

“Oh…” I responded, not even having the energy to be upset that both my child and son kept a lie from me like this.

“Why doesn’t dad have sex with you?” Aaron asked after a moment of silence.

“…” I didn’t really know an answer that was appropriate for an eight-year-old. “It just didn’t happen. We put it off, and then the longer we put it off, the harder it became… and in the end, we just… stopped.”

“Did you stop wanting it?”

I shook my head, feeling slightly broken and unable to resist answering his curiosity. “No. You’re eight right now, but you’re going to find when you’re a teenager that you’re going to have many desires. Women have those desires just as much as men, but we’re not always willing to admit them. Promise me, something, sweetie.”

“Hmm? Yes, mom?”

“If you find a woman you love and you know she loves you in return, take her. Don’t let her be stupid and drift away. Every day, show her how much you love her. Force her, if you have to. Always be kind, but never back down from your woman.”

“T-then… mom can be my woman!” He declared. “I’ll marry you!”

My heartfelt a bit relieved that he said that. Instantly, I felt much better. I went from feeling I could rot away at that door being assaulted by the sounds of my husband’s transgressions to feeling like I could continue on as long as this boy remains in my life.

“Mother loves you more than anyone,” I responded softly, not taking him too seriously. “But there are laws for these things. When you’re old enough, then you can pick the woman you love. Okay?”

“I’ll definitely make you happy every day!” Aaron declared.

“Aaron…” I reached out and hugged him, holding him tightly against my body. “Aaron is my son. I love you so much. Mommy will always love you.”

This seemed to placate both Aaron and me. We remained hugging in front of the door while the sounds of sex died down. By the time my husband came in Mrs. Marker, I had already left with Aaron and a note on the table demanding a divorce.

If I had known that the words shared between Aaron and I that day would become so deeply ingrained in his psyche, I might have said something different.  However, one can never predict the future, and I had no clue what my future had in store.

Of course, I divorced my husband. Although he occasionally took Aaron, his original bargaining chips of porn seemed to no longer sway my son. Aaron had taken my side entirely, and he and dad continued to grow distance until they stopped bothering to make appointments to go see each other. By that time, my son was a young man.

Aaron started working extra hard to be a good son, always listening to me and doing stuff for me. He managed excellent grades and kept the house clean. He’d often rub my feet when I got home, or comb my hair when I got out of the shower. Suffice it to say, my relationship with my son grew very close.

I was a single woman in my early thirties, but thanks to my son’s loving care, I never really went into the dating scene all that much. The two times I had been set up with a guy, my son took an immediate dislike to them, and I was so enamored as to not side with my son. However, I was happy, at first…

However, around the time he stopped going to dates, I started to notice my son looking at me more and more. At first, I thought it was nothing. Maybe he was just being curious or maybe I had something on my face. Most of the things were small, but they started to add up. For example, he kept a picture of me by his bedside. He asked me for a picture of myself. I was charmed at first and gave him a shoebox full of photos of me and my husband. They ranged from ten years ago to only a year or so.

He selected a photo, and I only found out later when I saw it next to his bedside that he had picked perhaps the most risqué photo of me in the batch. It was a photo from ten years ago. My husband on one of the few nights we still engaged in sex pulled a camera out. I posed for exactly one photo for him, wearing my sexy negligee. My shoulders were hunched over and I was showing a large amount of cleavage.

After that, my husband tried to get me to take off the negligee and do naked pictures. I eventually got angry and we went our anniversary without sex. However, that picture somehow got developed and tossed into the shoebox without my awareness. That was the picture that now adorned my child’s nightstand. Of course, I wanted to demand it back, but every time I went to his room to do so, I started feeling nervous and shy. Of course, I had nothing to be nervous about, but I felt that way just the same.

There were other oddities. I had found a pair of panties under his bead once and I was pretty certain they were mine. I had once curiously checked his internet history and found he only looked at one particular kind of porn, MILF. He even frequented MILF boards under the username Motherluver69. I could only give a wry smile and just accept my son’s strange tastes.

The last few weeks before he went to college were the worst. He had accidentally walked in on me in the shower twice. One of those times, he was naked too, and while I covered myself and looked away quickly, I could have sworn he had an erection. It wasn’t like I suspected anything weird. Aaron is my son, after all. I had talked to my friends, and they told me teenage boys were little sex freaks. Stolen underwear, crusty tissues, porn… these were a given. My little Aaron was all grown up. I wasn’t angry or repulsed at what I found. Rather, I was a little sad. The boy who had declared his love for me had become a man, and that man was on his way out.

Yes, college came. He packed up all of his stuff and we headed off to the dorm rooms. He was only living about two hours away, but I knew it’d probably be the last time the pair of us lived together. Most boys got a couple of friends and found an apartment by the second year. He’d come home for Christmas and spring break, and then he’d be gone.

I fought the tears as long as I could. I got through registration. I braved through moving all his bags and furniture. Finally, we were standing there, just me and my son. His roommate had taken off to some late-night party. I had a two-hour drive home. I’d be alone on that drive. As I considered it, tears started to fall down my face.

“Hey, hey, hey… mom…” Aaron reached for my face, touching a tear falling down my cheek with the back of his finger.

“I’m sorry, honey…” I couldn’t stop crying, tears continued falling as I reached out and touched Aarons face in the same way I used to when he was a child.

“I love you, mother.” He said gently.

“I love you too,” I said. “Mmmm!”

His lips suddenly pressed against mine. My son kissed me. My eyes widened for just a moment, but it wasn’t because I was disgusted or put off. Rather, I was just worried he’d taste my salty tears. I didn’t want Aaron kissing me like this. It was embarrassing. However, as his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer, the taste of his lips and the scent of my Aaron caused me to lose my willpower. I found myself kissing him deeply, our lips parting.

I don’t remember whose tongue entered whose mouth first, but soon, the pare of us were kissing with our tongues. As we went, I grew more and more aggressive. This was my son whom I loved. Naturally, with him leaving it’d be the last time I’d be able to kiss him in a while. Thus, it was only right that this kiss be memorable. Our tongues mixed together and I tasted my son, sparks shooting up and down my spine as the feeling of him seemed to melt my brain and reason. My hands grabbed around him, feeling his hard body and muscles. He was much bigger than his father, and he felt safe and comforting. Even my tears stopped coming as I continued to taste him.

“Ahhhn…” My mouth opened with a gasp pulling away from his lips, as he raised his hand and touched my breasts. “Aaron!”

My boobs were tender, having not felt a man’s touch in uncountable years. Just being grabbed like that caused fire to burn in my loins that I had long thought died out entirely. I leaned into Aaron, my mind not really understanding what my body was doing. All I knew is that my son felt warm and comfortable, and I wanted to be as close to him as possible.

Just as my hand reached down to grab at parts I shouldn’t touch, the door started to creak. I pulled back in an instant. Aaron let go of me, and by the time the door was open, I was two steps away from him, using a handkerchief to wipe my face and lips.

“Hey man, oh, your mom’s still here?” The roommate asked, looking between the pair of us.

“Goodbye, my son,” I said quick, ducking out of the room without finding myself able to look Aaron in the eye anymore.

I felt terribly embarrassed. Just what were we doing? He was my son, and the pair of us were touching each other like that. I could still feel the pressure of his hand on my breasts. It wasn’t until I reached my car that I realized that French kissing him might not have been appropriate for a mother.

“Wh-what am I doing?” I shook my head. “I just… need to find a boyfriend, that’s all.”

I turned the key and made the two-hour trek home in my car. I started crying around the ten-minute mark and didn’t stop crying until I got to my house. I knew I was just being a silly mother with empty nest syndrome. As far as that kiss I exchanged with my son, I didn’t allow myself to think anything of it. Aaron was my son, and there could be nothing that I’d allow change our dynamic.

When I got home, I pulled off my clothing and went to take a shower. Hot water burst forth as I tried to wash the tears from my face. My body felt cold and my mind felt weak. I wanted to collapse right there. My hand went to my lips, taking the feeling of my son’s lips pressed against my own. As I thought about our kiss, my hand dropped down. My fingers ran through my patch of fur, which I still kept cleaned up and shaved, even though I long stopped needing to. My fingers found their way to my clit.

“A-Aaron…” The words came out in a stutter like I was unsure if it was appropriate to say them.

My fingers moved in circles around the clit as if they had a mind of their own. The face of my boy flashed in front of me. It was the face of the man whom I had to let go of today, but also the face of him as a teenager, a child, a toddler, a baby. They were all my baby, my Aaron.

“Nha… haa…” I moaned, my lips quivering as my knees buckled slightly, however, the pleasure seemed to defeat the pain in my heart, so my fingers moved even faster. “Aaron…”

Pleasure shot through my body as my hand worked. Of course, I’ve masturbated before, but it’s been a very long time since I last indulged. My fingers seemed to remember the potions, diving into my honeypot and instantly finding the spots that aroused me the most. Soon, I had two fingers inside me, while my thumb continued to rub my clit hard. I needed it hard. My pussy ached, and the hot water of the tub gave a numbing effect. So, I rubbed it harder and harder.

“Haaa… Haaa… fuck… hah… Aaron… I love you.” I moaned loudly, my fingers moving faster and faster.

Had the shower not been running, the lewd sounds of my fingers pushing in and out of my throbbing, moist clit would surely have echoed in the little bathroom. They were sounds that I could have never produced while Aaron still lived there. My free hand grabbed my chest, and I squeezed my nipple, imagining that it was my son biting it. What was wrong with me? I didn’t care, it felt too wonderful.

For the first time since before my son was born, I became completely uninhibited. I fingered myself, no, it’d be more accurate to say I fucked my fingers. Aaron’s face didn’t fade away into fantasy. Actually, quite the opposite, his face grew clearer and clearer in my mind, and the clearer his face got, the closer I grew to orgasm.

My hand left my nipple, slapping against the cold wall of the shower. I did this because if I didn’t, I couldn’t remain standing. I gasped in breaths as the hot water ran down my chest and hair. I always liked my water hot, almost boiling. My skin was practically red from the heat, but I still felt hotter on the inside where my fingers worked. They stopped going in and out, instead, finding just that perfect spot and flicking rapidly inside of me.

“AAaaannn… shit… shit… I can’t… Aaron… Aaron… I want you inside me. Inside me baby…” I moaned, my head now falling and pushing against the wall, trying to keep me up as my knees threatened to buckle any second under my intense machinations.

My body exploded on fire, erotic sensations shooting through my body like a shotgun blast. Despite my attempts to keep my legs spread, my body would no longer listen. My thighs clamped together around my wrist, tightening almost to the point of pain. However, I continued to move my fingers, wiggling them against that perfect spot faster and faster until they might have looked like a blur inside my pussy.

“Haaaaaannnn… Aaaaaaarroooooon.”  I finally lost all remaining control as my body clamped down hard.

I almost fell to my knees, only just managing to recover a moment before I collapsed in the shower. As I straightened back up, pulling my slick fingers full of lust out of my wet cunt, another wave of euphoria spasmed through me. I had to grip the wall as waves and waves of aftereffects shot through my body. I continued to gasp, trying to regain my feet event as my climaxing cunt threatened to unbalance me. Had there not been a shower, I likely would have wet the floor under me, as gobs of wet stuff burst force from my pussy with each orgasm. Finally, ever so slowly, the tremors became less and less intense.

By the time I was able to turn the shower off, my hands were already growing into prunes. I quickly dried myself and then threw myself in bed. However, it wasn’t my bed I fell on. It was his. Aaron’s

I pulled his linen together and smelled. My Aaron, my son. I love him so much, and no he’s gone away. He’s left his mother behind.

“Aaron is my son,” I spoke, reminding myself that Aaron would always be in my life.

It didn’t help though. Eventually, the tears came back, and I fell asleep fitful and alone.

After that, the days sort of blended together. I got up, went to my job, came home, watched television, and then went to bed. Every couple of days, I would go into Aaron’s room and lie amongst his stuff. Once, I found his storage of naughty stuff. That naughty boy really should have cleaned out his unmentionables better. I flipped through the blurays to find a movie called MILF hunter. He also had a plastic pussy. So, this was what my son put his penis in when he was horny. I brought it close to my face and sniffed it.

Immediately, I dropped the thing and threw it back into the drawer. What was I thinking? I left his room. That night, I used a dildo I had purchased while thinking of my son using his pocket pussy. Was I taking it too far? No, when Aaron came home for the holidays, I’d have it all out of my system. Naturally, I knew what was appropriate and what was wrong. This was just a mother indulging in her own taboos. Aaron would never know about these things, and neither would anyone else. Any man or woman should be allowed their fantasies. People like all kinds of strange things. Just because I thought about my son to cum was no weirder than getting off on lolis, or 2D girls, or bestiality. I just happened to be into incest a little.

It was that realization that sent me into my next phase of loss. I bought a tablet and then typed incest into the search engine. For the next month, I began to look at a lot of porn. I read stories, looked at pictures, watched videos. Mothers and sons who had sex, that was, of course, my favorite. I loved watching a young strapping boy take good care of his mother. If only Aaron would take care of me. I allowed the fantasies to run their course. Sometimes two or three times a day. I spent at least five hours a night looking at porn.

“I-it stinks…” I came into my small house after a long day at work to realize it smelled like old sex.

It smelled like my cunt, but I’d never admitted that to anyone else. I had just gotten an email from Aaron. He was coming home tomorrow. As a lonely woman, I no longer took care of the house as I did when I acted the part of a mother. In fact, my own appearance had dwindled as well. I didn’t wear makeup as I once had. I had bags under my eyes. I didn’t visit the gym and had gained about five pounds, all of which went straight to my ass. Well, I guess there are guys who like that kind of thing, but I realized I couldn’t show Aaron this side of me.

Thus, I put on an apron, two yellow rubber gloves, and I went to town. I opened every window even though it was the middle of winter. I aired out the place while scrubbing down every surface. And every surface did need to be scrubbed down. I had masturbated just about everywhere. I never thought myself to be such a perfect, but isolation and loneliness lead to experimentation. I flicked my pussy on the kitchen counter, on the couch, even over the banister of the stairway.

“My Aaron’s coming home.” I smiled, glad to do everything I could to make the place clean and livable.

After all, my son was coming home. I was going to be a mother again. I cleared out the fridge, full of mostly fast food and leftovers, and then left to the store. I had left the windows open and by the time I got home, the air was freezing! But who cares if my heating bill is high this month. Anything for Aaron. The fridge was filled up with fruits and vegetables and some of Aaron’s favorite things. I went to bed more excited than I had been in three months. My little boy was finally coming home to mother.

“Aaron.” I smiled as the door opened.

“Hello, mom.” Aaron smiled, and then took a step to the side. “Ah, I’m sorry to do this so last minute, but this is Ann.”

“A-ann…” I froze, looking at a young, shy girl standing just beside my son.

She smiled and nodded. “I’m sorry, miss, I don’t mean to intrude on your holiday, but Aaron said you wouldn’t mind.”

“Ah… of… em… of course!” I forced my frozen face to move. “Of course… a… friend of my son is welcome… in my home.”

I managed to get the word out through my shock, but my heart hurt to the point it felt difficult to breathe. My son… my son… he had brought home a girl. She had long brown hair and a heart-shaped face. She was a small girl, but she had large breasts and the perfect body of a college co-ed. Her hair was done up in a split ponytail. She looked athletic, tan, and beautiful. It was a painful reminder of how little I had worked out these last six months.

“Thanks, mom, you’re the best, you won’t regret it.” Aaron came forward and hugged me.

I barely enjoyed it, still feeling a bit sick and numb. “I… yes, my son.”

I backed off and let the two into my house. The pair walked by, although it wasn’t like they were holding hands or anything. She seemed nervous and shy, keeping her head down. She seemed to understand that she wasn’t welcomed, but had no choice but to endure. No… she was welcomed. I wouldn’t… I couldn’t. This was the first girl Aaron has shown interest in. I couldn’t push her away! We’d give a proper place to stay. And if it worked out… maybe one day I’d have grandchildren. That pill tasted bitter going down, but I did feel slightly better after those thoughts.

“Ah, wait… we only have the two bedrooms, you two…” I couldn’t help but turning away to hide my face.

Of course, I could easily put my foot down and say no sex in my house. However, would making the declaration make them more likely or less likely to have sex? I really didn’t know. At the very least, did I have to let them sleep together? The bed I cuddled up on to comfort myself would become a place where he fornicated with this girl?

“Actually, she’ll take my bedroom, I’ll take the couch.” Aaron smiled.

“Gr-great…” I forced a smile back.

My son’s bed, his smell, it’d be polluted by this whore. It was my bed, and my house, and my son, and she would get her stink all over all of it! How could I do this? How could a go on for two weeks of holiday break with this strange woman here? I’m a mother, that’s how. I had to swallow my wants and desires and do it for my son.

“Excuse me!” I left the family room in a sudden rush, leaving the two of them to stare at each other.

It was fine, I needed to be out of their way. Let my son enjoy this holiday with his girl. I’d give them the time they wanted. I left towards my bedroom and shut the door. Immediately sitting on the bed, I grabbed a tissue and wiped my eyes. It was okay. Really, it was. I was just a bit shocked. My son’s happiness is everything to me, so my personal issues shouldn’t come to play.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The light knocking broke me from my thoughts. “Come in.”

The door opened and Aaron poked in. I made sure there were no tears, hopefully, he didn’t notice anything amiss.

“Mom…” Aaron stepped in, shutting the door behind him.

I straightened my back slightly. This was the first time I’d ever been in my bedroom with Aaron and door shut. It was an odd feeling. I had lived alone with him for years, but now that he was in my bedroom and shut the door, a strange tingling sensation shot through my body.

“Aaron.” I tried to give him the brightest smile I could. “Your… girlfriend… she’s pretty.”

Aaron gave a wry smile. “Mother’s prettier.”

I let out a dry laugh. “You don’t need to flatter your mother. Don’t you want to talk more with… um… I’m sorry…”

“Anne.” He said, causing me to look down shamefully, haven’t already forgotten her name in my fluster. “And she’s not here right now.”

“Ah?” I looked up to see Aaron right in front of me.

He reached out his hand and grabbed my chin, pushing my head up to face him.

“I wanted to spend some personal time with my mother. So, she left to stop at the bookstore. She likes visiting bookstores.”

“Ah, that…” I tried to look away from him again, my emotions complex, but Aaron didn’t allow me to look away.

“You… look as beautiful as ever, mother.” Aaron seemed to change what he was going to say carefully.

“You’re just saying- Mmmm!” I started to deflect his compliment, but then his lips went to mine.

Unlike last time, there was no build up. My mouth opened instinctually, allowing my son’s tongue to invade me. Instantly, I tasted his saliva and took in his scent, and it was even better than I remember. If time allowed the heart to grow fonder, than the amount of time I had been deprived of him was enough to make my heart burst. When he finally pulled his lips away, I was too flustered to pay attention to his hands.

They casually went down my shirt, invading my bra, and then scooping out my boobs as if they belonged to him. My eyes widened shock as my boobs popped out the top of my shirt. Before I could speak, his head fell to my nipple, attacking it with his lips and tongue.

“Aaron!” I cried, attempting to make an admonishing tone, but my body was completely frozen.

His lips caused sparks to shoot through my body. The aroused feeling inside me forced me to succumb to his continued savagery. My entire right breast was engulfed in his warm mouth. I could feel his tongue flicking over my nipple. The other breast was being squeezed by his hands. A man hadn’t touched me like that in uncountable years, and after being so consistently horny, to suddenly be taken in this way broke what little resolve I might have had.

My hands went to the back of his head, and the only thing I could do was hold on as he sucked hard on my nipples, causing them to stiffen in arousal. I panted, breathily, while my excitement grew more and more apparent. At no point could I even conceive of quitting. My body had no defenses, and I was at his whim.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, Aaron released my breasts from his clutches. This wasn’t the same Aaron who was a baby feeding at my breast. This was a man, and his appetite ran far deeper than my breasts could provide. His hands went to my shoulders I felt myself being pushed to the bed. I considered resisting, but it only came as a thought. There seemed to be no will or desire behind it. The truth was, I wanted this. I wanted all of this. He started sucking on my neck, and I gasped as shockwaves tingled up and down my spine.

“Aaron…” I moaned this time, unable to control myself.

My underwear was already wet with lust. My nipples were hard. My body was flushed. Every part of me was ready to go. I was just a poor, lonely mother, and only a few kisses and dissolved me into a horny slut. My legs spread open with ease, and his hand found its way up my skirt. I gasped as once again, something that I hadn’t been touched by another was suddenly violated by my son.

“Mom, you’re so wet.” Aaron breathed, genuinely surprised.

I blushed, feeling deep shame. “I… please…”

“Don’t worry mom, your son will take care of everything,” Aaron whispered gently into my ear, letting a light breeze path over it.

“Haaaa…” I could only make that noise, my chest still heaving as I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

I could barely believe what was going on. My son, my Aaron, was on top of me. His fingers quickly found their way around my flimsy underwear, and soon his bare fingers were rubbing over my clit. They were soft like my own. They were firm and calloused. They were a man’s hands. My son’s hands. Two fingers slid inside me. It was most likely my son knew about my interworkings. My special spot, the spot that drove me wild the most, was the spot Aaron attacked.

I didn’t know if it was part of some mother-son bond, or if it was by pure chance, but he touched me exactly how I wanted to be touched. No, he touched me better than I could touch myself. His fingers were like magic, and each rub over my slick wet pussy cause fireworks to shoot through my body. His fingers moved faster and faster, and my body couldn’t take it.

Like countless times in the shower, I started cumming, my thighs clamping tight. However, they didn’t clamp tight over my own hand that worked to get me off, but Aaron’s. Furthermore, his body was on top of me, and his lips were caressing my neck. It was a completely different experience entirely.

“Mom’s cumming already?” Aaron sounded disappointed. “Do you not even want my dick?”

I looked over tearfully at my son, my eyes holding a great deal of pleading. “Aaron… no… please… I want it…”

“Ah? What does mom want?” Aaron continued to tease me.

This… naughty boy. He knew what I wanted, but he wanted to tease his mother. When did my son become so willful? Barely able to move, my body still froze in perpetual lust, all I could do is lean over and bite his ear. He made a pained noise, but then laughed, pulling his hand from my underwear and relieving me of the sexual agony for a moment.

However, he wasted no time, and soon my underwear was ripped off and hit the floor with a wet plop. It would have horrified and embarrassed me normally, but I was beyond that point now. Although my skirt was still on, I was now spreading my legs and showing my son my own bare pussy.

“Mom shaved…” Aaron whistled. “What were you expecting?”

I fought the desire to cover myself up as Aaron appraised it. I didn’t want him to look, but from the moment he kissed me, I had been powerless, caught up in his flow.

“Please… stick it in.” I begged him, my voice frail and weak.

I was confused and scared. I was scared about what was happening. I was scared of rejection. I was scared that what it was wasn’t real. However, the one feeling that was sharper than all of that was my own horniness. I was driven by an intense sexual desire, one that only this man on top of me could ever hope to produce.

“Yes, mother.” He whispered, and as he said it, he lined himself and slid himself in.

There was no teasing there. No restriction. One moment, my son was on top of me, teasing my neck and chest with lazy kisses, and the next moment he was inside me. His cock was shockingly big. I didn’t know if my son was abnormally well endowed, or if I had spent so long without anything that to be filled out now came as a surprise. However, if I had to use my dildo to judge, I’d say my son was even bigger.

“Wow… I didn’t think mom would be so tight.” Aaron moaned.

“Ah… it’s cause Aaron is so big.” I worked up the courage to say back.

However, my mind was becoming a mush. The feeling of his cock was beyond amazing, and my legs were already trembling. I felt completely split open, but also unimaginably full. It was a beautiful feeling. My son was back inside me, and I loved every second of it. Please, please don’t let this moment be a lie. If I found out this was a dream, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to recover. My simple kink, my predisposition to incest, would explode into full-on obsession. If this moment was all made up in my head, I might take the plunge and make advances on my son.

“I love you, Aaron.” I moaned as he started to move his hips.

My legs squeezed tightly on his hips, and my arms wrapped around his strong muscles. His weight pressed against me, but rather than suffocated, I never felt more comfortable in my life. This was my place. This was where I should be, under my son. I lips met once again, and I hungrily exchanged sweet tastes with him, wanting to consume even more of him as he plowed into me.

He let out a moan and then pulled away, a strain of saliva still collecting out lips. I went to kiss him again but he pulled back, his eyes tightening and his teeth clenched. Before I could wonder what’s wrong, his body starts to tremble. I gasp as something warm erupts deep inside me. His cock seems to swell for a moment, becoming even wider, and then I feel the sensation of running water deep inside. The movement of fluids run from inside his cock until it’s injected deep inside my pussy, released right into my womb.

“I’m… cumming…” He declared, but only after his cock swelled for a second time, releasing even more cum.

My son was like a faucet, swelling and spirting, and it felt like an incredible amount of cum. I was being filled up by my son’s life essence. He was depositing his seed in me. Rather than scared of being pregnant or disgusted by the mess, I was completely enamored. The feel was incredible! I wanted my son to cum inside me every day! When I was a younger woman, specifically when I was with Aaron’s dad, I remembered hating it when he came in me. It was always sticky and ran down my leg in a messy and uncomfortable way. Two decades later, it was the most amazing feeling ever, and it made me feel even closer to the man in my arms, to this son of mine.

Aaron, rather than satisfied at having sex, seemed agitated. He ground his teeth and wouldn’t meet my eye.

“Aaron…” I worried that perhaps things had gone too far, the very rejection I feared causing my chest to tighten. “I-“

“I’m sorry, mother.” He looked at me worriedly.

“Huh? Why are you sorry?”

“I wanted to give you a better first time,” Aaron said, tightening his fist. “I barely lasted ten minutes. I knew you were the best, but I didn’t think you’d feel so amazing.”

“Aaron… don’t tease your mother.” I looked down shyly.

“I’m not-“

There was a thud in the front, followed by a female voice calling out. “I’m home.”

“Ah! Anne returned early!” Aaron shook off what he was going to say and immediately stood up.

He had never taken off his clothing, so he was able to pull his zipper back up and be presentable in seconds. He took some steps to the door and then turned back to me. “Uh… ma, you gonna start dinner soon?”

Still slightly dazed, I looked over at the alarm clock on my bed stand. It said 5 pm. It looked like it was becoming evening.

“Ah… yes. I’ll be out in a moment.” I spoke unassuredly.

Aaron smiled, blew me a kiss, and then closed the door. I laid on the bed in an addled state, unable to process what just happened. I felt down below, and white stuff leaked out of my pussy. Aaron’s cum… it was definitely Aaron’s cum. However, He had so casually come in and pushed me down, and then so casually stood up and left, that I almost doubted we had just done anything at all. Reality and the fictions I liked to play in my head while I touched myself in the shower were blending together.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. By the time I emerged, I looked as presentable as I had before. I went and prepared dinner, and Aaron chatted as if nothing had happened. Ann, his girlfriend, was snuggled pretty close to him on the couch, and out of the corner of my eye, they seemed to flirt together a bit. My heart seemed to hurt, and I felt intense guilt. If I accepted what Aaron and I just did, then that meant Aaron was two-timing this girl. To have sex with another woman and so casually snuggle with another, these had to be the kinds of things that my ex-husband had instilled in Aaron.

I didn’t feel angry that Aaron touched me. I felt guilty. Aaron gave me something I had been pining after for months, but at the cost of having an affair. I was now the other woman, banging guy behind his woman’s back. I felt awful. However, this was my son, and I had no intention of ever betraying him. I would lie, cheat, and steal for him. If he needed to use me as his sex toy while dating other women, it was my duty as his mother to give him what he needed, right?

With my resolve firmed, I finished dinner and we ate quite peacefully. Aaron didn’t appear to show the girl much more favoritism than he showed me, but I still felt a bit uncomfortable. As to our time in my bedroom, it naturally didn’t come up.

Once again deciding to leave the kids to themselves, I decided to retire early. The day had been emotionally exhausting, so I took some pills for a headache that would help me sleep. Unfortunately, even my dreams were fitful and unfulfilling. I found myself looking over at the clock and seeing it was only midnight. Deciding to get a cup of tea, I leave my room.

I only make it halfway down the hallway when I start hearing the sound of creaking wood. I slow down, and rather than make my presence, known, and sneak the rest of the way. That’s when I saw a sight I wished I could unsee. My son was sitting on the couch, and on his lap was that girl. Her skirt was pulled all the way up until her perfect round as was exposed. His pants were down to his ankles, and she was bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Ahh… ahhh… Aaron…” She moaned as she rode my son’s dick.

“Haaa… Anne… ahhh… keep going.” Aaron also responded breathily.

His hands were on her hips and he was helping her lift her butt up and down, resulting in his cock going in and out. Now that I could see his cock from this point of view, I could say that my son was in fact pretty large. This girl was a bit smaller than I was, and seeing that thick rod going into her almost seemed to defy common sense.

Her boobs were perfect and round, and they bounced with each bob. I couldn’t help but touch my own boobs, which while still nice, contained a slight sag and at least a couple of stretch marks. My tummy wasn’t as tucked as hers. My ass wasn’t as pert. My boobs weren’t as round. She was the youth I no longer had, and she was riding my son’s cock like it was hers!

I bit down on my thumb as I watched them go at it. My emotions were complex. In the one hand, they are boyfriend and girlfriend. I gave them space exactly so this kind of thing could happen. I certainly didn’t want to get in the way of their relationship. However, I couldn’t stop my heart from hurting nor my desires from burning rampant. Watching my son fuck was turning me on, and soon my hand went to my crotch as I continued to force myself to look at their erotic scene.

“Ahhh… Ahhh… I love it!” Anne moaned as she bobbed up and down.

“Ah… I’m going to cum!” Aaron declared.

Rather than continue her ride, Anne fell down to her knees instantly, on the floor, bending over and taking his cock in her mouth. Her movements were actually a bit sloppy and unrehearsed. If they had sex before now, it was still a rather new thing. I could tell she was an amateur. Although it had been a long time for me, I knew I could give Aaron way better head than this harlot. The one credit I gave her was that she swallowed every ounce of seed. She drank my son’s cum and even wiped her mouth with a smile when she was done.

Beyond the jealousy, the anger, and the disappointment, another feeling I never expected to have come to me. Satisfaction. I seemed somehow satisfied with this girl. I had watched her fuck my boy, and in some weird way, I almost approved. If she could give him the sexual satisfaction he needed, then he wouldn’t come for me anymore. That was probably for the best.

Those were the kinds of thoughts buzzing through my brain, and I was still just too confused to follow any of them correctly. So, instead, I finished masturbating, and then nudged back away as the couple cuddled each other, each one having a hand on the other’s private part with the intention of jacking each other off for a second round. I went back to bed, sighed, and went to sleep.

I woke up early in the morning, having mostly recovered from the previous night. It felt almost like a fever dream. Maybe I had never had sex with my son? Maybe I had never watched him have sex with his girlfriend? I might have convinced myself of that, but my brain couldn’t decide if that was the more acceptable answer.

While I was cooking eggs, someone suddenly moved up behind me. I had been focused on my own thoughts, so I didn’t really notice anything until hand shoved me forward. My hands grabbed the edge of the counter, but before I could react, my pants were being forced down to my ankles.

“Ahh!” My mouth was stopped by a hand.

“It’s me, mother.” A voice whispered, and my eyes only widened even more.

As hastily as last time, as if Aaron couldn’t wait even a moment to violate his mother, his dick was pulled out and pushed into me. I was the kind of girl who was usually a little wet in the mornings, and so he didn’t need any but two strokes before his dick was going in and out of me.

“Haaa… you stuck it in.”

“I couldn’t stop myself. Mom looks so cute in this apron. I just had to have you now.” Aaron says as he continues to push himself into me.

He grabs onto my hips tightly taking a step over and then pushing me down on the counter. As if by instinct, I raise my butt by standing on my tiptoes, giving him even easier access to my cunt. He slid right into my moist, waiting pussy with ease. My mine quickly surrendered to my son again, and I let out a little titter of excitement. My whimpers seemed to amuse my son. He pulled his cock out, pressing it against the entrance to my womanhood, before plunging it in one more time. I closed my eyes and let out a long moan, savoring the feel of his member inside me.

No, what am I doing? I’m doing it again. I’m being the other woman again. I could feel the cold countertop against my chest and the icy tiles at my feet. However, the feeling of being taken from behind was amazing. He was getting so much deeper inside me and was striking a spot that made my mind melt even more. I could barely recognize that we were in the middle of my kitchen. There were windows open. For all intent and purposes, Aaron’s girlfriend could be anywhere. I was completely exposed, and yet in the pleasure of it all, I barely cared. He was my son! I was taking what belonged to me!

If anything, the idea of getting caught only seemed to excite me more. I began to push back with my butt, allowing my son to fuck me harder. At first, my timing was off, and I was just as likely to disrupt his thrust as anything. However, I quickly got into the motions of it, and soon the pair of us were moving as if in tune. My son and I belonged together. Even out bodies were so obviously compatible. Each thrust made a resounding smack as he pushed himself directly into my sweet spot. My breasts rolled back and forth on the countertop until I finally gained the strength and will to push up with my arms.

My back started to arch as electricity shot through me like a current. I grabbed the edge of the counter desperately, attempting to use it as additional leverage to keep shoving him deeper and deeper inside me. His hot dick slammed with a clap each time, his balls serenading the kitchen along with my moans. He moaned as well, panting in deep and melodious breathes, while I sounded more tempered and frantic. God, this was what I needed more than anything. My son felt so great, so unbelievably wonderful.

The rhythmic thrust of his cock continued to slide in and out of me, over and over, and it didn’t take me long before I was climaxing. My knuckles turned white against the corner tabletop, and waves of pleasure seemed to shoot from my toes to my head. As I convulsed, drenching his cock in lust, he started to slow down for a minute. However, then he once again picked up the pace. His thrusts became less steady more frantic. My own pussy must have pushed him past his own limits. However, I was already approaching a second climax.

“Ah… mom… I’m cumming.”

“C-cum in mommy!” I moaned back. “I-it’s okay to cum in mommy any time. Mommy want’s your seed. Only mommy can have your seed.”

The words egg him on, and a few moments later he exploded inside of me. Like before, the warmth erupting deep in my womb was like the ultimate aphrodisiac. As to the sight I had seen the previous night, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was steadily becoming addicted to my son’s sex. A few more times and I would be his slut without question.

“Aaron…” The word was not my own but spoken in front of me.

Ann was standing at the other side of the kitchen, her eyes wide as she stared at the pair of us. There was no way to spend this. I was Aaron’s mom, and I was bent over a kitchen counter with his dick inside me. Our love had barely started, and it was already found out. Worst, I had become the very two-timer I hated. I remember the neighbor I had walked in on all those years ago. Now, I was just like her. In that exact moment, I had felt on top of the world and then plummeted to my worst fears. I flew too close to the sun, I supposed.

“Ann!” Aaron casually pulled his cock out of me, a spurt of cum running down my leg. “What are you doing back so soon?”

“You…” Anne looked at Aaron angrily, and I winced the ensuing fight. “How could you…”

“I’m sorry! I just saw mom this morning and couldn’t resist!” Aaron said.

I winced a second time at Aaron’s poor defense. Even if he planned to two-time people, he should be able to argue his defense a little better than this.

“Hmph!” Anne crossed her arms. “After we came this far, you just had to ruin everything!”

“It’s still fine!” Aaron sighed. “But quick teasing your big brother, or you’ll make me seriously cry.”

“Eh?” I looked up in confusion to see Anne smirking while eyeing me.

“Next time, I want to do it with mother too! All together as a family!”

“Hah? Ah?” I looked around between the two. “Brother? Mother? What are you two talking about?”

“B-brother, you told her, right?” Anne’s voice was low and volatile.

“Ah… oops.” Aaron laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Sorry, sis. I was so excited by seeing mom, I forgot…”

“You stupid brother!”

“Brother? Why do you…”

“Ah, mom!” Aaron suddenly bowed to me. “I’ve confused you and scared you. I just got so excited about being home I forget to fill you in! Ann here is my half-sister!”

I ended up taking a seat and needing a drink as the two explain things to me. Apparently, my good-for-nothing husbands affairs spanned back to around Aaron’s birth. He discovered that he had an illegitimate half-sister. A lot of the reason he chose the university he did, was that he was trying to track her down. He finally did at school, and the pair had hit it off splendidly. More than splendidly, as they found that they both had a sexual attraction to each other.

However, my son admitted he was in love with me as well. Ann, on the other hand, had a deadbeat mother and a dad who abandoned her. She felt like she never really had a family. She came for Christmas break to reveal that and open the path for a loving relationship between all three of us. However, when my son saw me, he couldn’t control himself, and thus, things turned out the way they did.

“So, in the end, my children were just taking me for granted.” I sighed. “I guess it’s only expected that you guys assume I’d be okay with whatever you wanted.

“No… mother… don’t be that way.” Aaron defended. “I always knew mother loved me. And I knew that she always wanted a daughter to love as well. I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you, I was trying to finally reciprocate the feelings that we both share because I knew you deserved it.”

“Hmm… if you think that’s all it will take you to alleviate my anger…” I pouted, but then gave him a side look when he wore a depressed expression. “However, it might start to work if you keep talking.”

“I…never had a family,” Anne said, kneeling down at my lap. “Can you please, please take me in as your daughter? I know this is so soon, we were planning on spending more time getting to know each other and we’re going to reveal it on Christmas, but stupid brother made those plans impossible.”

“Ah…” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I wasn’t a lesbian but at the same time…” You really do care about my son, right?”

Ann nodded definitively.

I sighed and gave her a smile. “If my son loves you, that’s more than enough for me.”

“You won’t regret it, mom!” Aaron threw his arms around me, as did Ann. “You’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah…” I shrugged.

“We mean it!” Anne said, I suddenly felt wetness where her eyes were and realized she was genuinely crying from happiness.

“Actually, on that note, I wanted to pamper mom a little,” Aaron added.

Anne looked over, wiping the tears from her eyes and also nodding. “Yes, we need to show our appropriate appreciation.”

That’s how I found these two children of mine leading me off to the bedroom. They start kissing and touching my body all over. I’m stripped of my clothing, and soon I lie naked, completely revealed to the two in the light of the morning. I instinctively want to cover, hiding my older body, especially in front of the youthful Ann.

“No, mom, you’re very beautiful. I want to see all of my mom.” Ann assured me, pulling my arm away.

Each one of them attacked a breast, and I let out a gasp as two tongues each attack a nipple. The pair continued to abuse me, their hands and tongues roaming all over my body. I was already still horny from being pushed over the kitchen counter earlier. Now, I was completely out of control.

“Ann, ride your brother,” I ordered.

Ann laughed at my order and then nodded. “Yes, mom!”

I let her hop on top of my son first. I really did like seeing her ride him. I was older and it was too hard on my knees to do things like that, but watching her bounce up and down on his cock was hypnotic. I really liked watching the brother and sister fuck in front of me. I didn’t even question if this was weird or not. We were all happy with this arrangement, so who could judge us. I watch the pair fuck while I touch myself, growing even wetter, some residual sperm from earlier leaking out as I cum on my sheets.

“Ah… I want to fuck mom too.” Aaron insists, causing Ann to chuckle.

“We almost forgot mom again!” Ann had been lost in riding Aaron’s cock and had almost forgotten mom’s presence.

They had come here to show me a good time, but they ended up having fun themselves! Ann looked mortified.

I waved my hand. “It’s fine, I like to see the show!”

“Ah, it won’t do…” Ann says thoughtfully, “Rather, Aaron should bang us both equally?”

That’s how I found myself lying down while Anne got on top of me. Her breasts, as round as they were, were pushed up against my breasts as she stared at me with cute doe-like eyes. Aaron moved between both of our legs, alternating between me in missionary and Anne in doggie style. While his dick is inside me, thrusting away, he fingers Anne’s pussy and ass. Her eyes closed, and feeling sexually aroused, she leaned forward and kissed.

I never kissed a girl before, but my new daughter’s lips were soft and plump. They were a completely different experience that with my son, but strangely just as exciting. Soon, my tongue worked its way into her mouth too. I began to taste a new flavor, different, but just as satisfying. As her brother touches her in a way that drives her wild, a way it seems like only family can touch each other, she moans into my mouth. I also let out panting breaths as his cock delivers waves of pleasure.

Listening to her whimpering moans, feeling her hot breath against my face, looking at her eyes as she shakes and orgasms, it was incredibly exciting, far more than I could ever have anticipated. I wondered if I looked similar, moaning and excited. Is she looking at my O-face and becoming equally aroused?

Aaron didn’t hesitate to switch between both of us. His dick was drenched in sweat, cum, and the sexual juices from both of us. He took no concern between spreading the lust between the two of us girls. Sometimes, he’s just alternate one thrust each girl. Other times, he’d pound one pussy until she was just about to cum, and then he’d attack the other, forcing both of us frustrated girls to grin and bear it as we felt the other almost reach climax.

No intimacy is lost. We are a family, completely together and sharing in everything. It was beautiful, and I couldn’t feel more fulfilled than at this moment. All the doubts and fears I had over Aaron’s mysterious girlfriend were gone, and it was filled instead with a complete and utter satisfaction. I became absolutely lost in lust, my hands exploring my new daughter intimately, learning every nook and cranny, while she did the same to me.

He switched once again, pulling the dick out and putting it into her. I wanted more of his dick, but at the same time appreciated the respite. It didn’t last long though, as he always made sure to finger the girl who wasn’t getting plowed. As soon as his fingers stimulated me, I ended up orgasming, my moans shivering through Anne’s mouth. This seemed to excite her, and she bit my lip playfully while her eyes flashed with mischievousness. Her hands played with my breasts as I came, and my hands attacked hers in turn.

Ann orgasmed on top of me, and with her abdomen pressed again mine, I could feel her abdominal muscles twitching. I could also feel his cock pounding into her. Feel it pushing from the inside of this other woman. However, this woman was my daughter, and when she came, I was elated just as if I came.

“I’m going to cum soon!” Aaron finally announces.

Given the stimulation from his dick and each other, both of us girls had already cum. Since he had done me earlier, his time to last was actually pretty good. He had succeeded in pleasing both of us girls, his mother, and his sister.

“Do you want him to cum in you some more?” Anne asks. “I’m actually not safe right now… so…”

I nodded, realizing that this was probably why she sucked him off last night. However, just as I was about to answer, a mischievous light flashed in my eyes.

“Mm… not safe. Perhaps I should have a grandchild soon!” I declared, reaching out a grabbing her arm.

“Eh! M-mom, what are you doing?”

“Aaron, cum inside my daughter! Fill your sister with your seed.”

“I said I wasn’t safe mom, he might get me pregnant!” Anne cried worriedly.

“Mm…” I nodded, whispering in her ear. “I haven’t been safe either, and your brother has already cum in my twice.”


“I want you to feel it enter you!” I said, hugging her and kissing her neck. “Give me a grandchild.”

“Mom…” Anne looked over tearfully, but before she could make an argument.

“Ahhh… cumming!” Aaron shouted slamming his dick into Anne hard.

“Ahhhh, I feel it!” Anne cried out, but I took her lips before she could say any more.

Her moaning noises are transmitted through her mouth as hot gobs of cum enter her womb. Like before, Aaron cums a bunch. My son was a good cummer. He made sure to fill my daughter’s womb up full of his seed. I could even feel the warmth of it transmitted through are stomachs pressed together.

The three of you finally flop down on the bed, feeling completely drained and exhausted. Of course, I ended up having sex almost daily for the remainder of the break. As to whether either us got pregnant, that’s for another story. As for now, my son had finally shown his love for me, and the pair of us grew to a point where we could express our love for each other. On top of that, I gained a daughter whom I quickly became intimate with, and by the time the school year rolled around, I realized I loved her too.

These were my children. They loved me and I loved them too. They came home whenever they could, one or both. My life was happy and fulfilling. Everyone once in a while, after I had sex with my son or my daughter, I’d find myself smiling happily, lost in thought. Every once in a while, I muttered the same line I had said all those years ago. It was a confirmation of my life. A validation of everything I had been through. It was what defined me.

“Aaron is my son.” However, from then on, it was followed by. “And Anne is my daughter. I’m lucky to have two loving children.”

The Power of Creation – Chapter 284

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“Nya… ah… your cock!” Gothel cries ecstatically as she rides on top of you. “I love it!”

Her slender and light body is perfect for hopping up and down on your cock. Each time she slides your cock deep inside her pussy, her ears twitch. Her body is slick with sweat. Anyone who would say that Gothel is lazy has never seen Gothel have sex. As she works her hips using her impressively strong thigh muscles, she milks your shaft for all it’s worth.

“Hah… hah… I’m cumming!” Gothel cries out, but even as she does so she doesn’t slow down, but speeds up.

As her pussy gushes and clamps down on your cock, she continues to ram it home, taking all of your dick into her contracting womb. Her hands push on your chest, allowing herself to really gain lift, each time her pussy almost makes it to the tip before she impales herself on you all over again. This goes on for ages, the feeling of her tight pussy, your sweaty bodies, the feel of sex. It’s warm and fulfilling.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally collapses. “Y-you’re amazing!”

“Hmph…” You snort, not really affected by flattery anymore.”

“No, I mean it, I’ve never met a partner that can keep up with me. You’re definitely the right choice to be my boyfriend!”

You cough slightly. “Uh, huh… well, now that I’ve conquered you, I think it’s time to invade your sisters, right?”

“Eh? Who told you that? Is that Grimhilde and them? How bothersome.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me to become the Demon King?” You ask interestedly.

“Do you want to become the Demon King?” Gothel asks in return.

“N-no… not really? I mean, if you really think about it, it’s almost like a downgrade at this point. I don’t really see what being Demon King will do that I can’t already do. To be honest, I’ve found this whole Demon God coming to earth thing both dry and repetitive. I mean, if it’s some ugly guy, I’ll kill him, and if he’s some pretty girl, I’ll fuck her. Isn’t that the only way this story is going to end? My victory is basically assured by plot convenience.”

“Do you ever notice it’s weird when you talk about things like plot convenience or commenters or things like that?”

“Hah, what are those?” You ask, scratching your head.

Gothel smiles gently. “Never mind, you’ll find out the truth, in the end. Just keep being an innocent protagonist a little longer. There is still time.”

“Eh? Time?”

Gothel gets back up, “Mm! Time to fuck!”

You laugh. “Now that’s something we both can agree on.”

The pair of you fall back into each other’s arms. This time, the sex lasts even longer. You lie in bed, the naked Gothel lying right beside you. Your naked body is covered by blankets, but your foot is hanging out the side of the bed. There is a fire in the fireplace which is giving your foot just enough warmth to keep you from shivering.

It is this position when the door sudden slams open. Gothel gives a snort, casually looking up before rolling her eyes and falling back into her pillow. The person who emerges into the room is Merida and Kida. You look on in surprise as both girls are haggard and beaten. There is a cut on Merida’s cheek and Kida body looks to be dirtied. Both are holding their swords raised as they pant coming in.


“Daddy, finally!”

“Eh? You guy’s came? What’s up?” You smile. “Why don’t you join us in bed? Eh… take a shower first.”

The two girls look at each other before turning to you. “Rookie, why are you acting this way? We have been fighting to make it here. People are dying as we speak! Gothel’s armies are surrounding us! We only just managed to make a straight push towards the castle and break through their lines!”

“Hah? Why did you do that? I’ve been King for…  uh…” You look at your fingers. “At least a couple of days.”

“Days…” Merida exclaims, “Do you know how long you’ve been gone?”

“Just a few days, maybe a week…”

“Daddy, it’s been over a month since you came to the castle!”

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