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The scent of coffee and bacon filled the house as Dara finished preparing breakfast. All four wearing their robes, Damian and Erin entered into the kitchen, where Angus sat drinking coffee. He gestured to the chair to his right, where Erin sat. Damian sat across from Angus. Dara brought pancakes and egg casserole, set them on the table, and they all dined. They had all worked up an appetite already before breakfast. All smiled at one another. There was a glow in the room. All could feel it. All could see it. All were part of it.

They made small talk as they ate, discussing the news of the day, the weather, and just a bit of politics. After they finished eating and topped off second cups of coffee, there was a meaningful pause and silence. Angus looked at Damian and Erin and told them that they needed to talk about the powerful events of the preceding twenty-four hours.

“We may as well be open, honest, candid and blunt,” Angus began. “Do we all agree with that?”

Damian and Erin shared a glance. After all that had happened, it seemed only natural to be open. They both nodded in response.

“Good,” Angus continued. “Good. So last night, something very powerful happened between Erin and me. You may be surprised to hear this, Damian, but Dara and I have been anticipating Erin’s arrival into your life. We did not know it would be Erin, mind you, but we anticipated the arrival of a woman in your life who would play a powerful role in our lives and future. And we knew she was the one we had been waiting for as soon as Dara opened the door to greet her.”

Dara said to her son and said, “Damian, I sensed something special about Erin from the first time you told us about her. When you called us after your first date, it was almost as if I could feel a surge of energy through the phone as you described Erin.” Continuing, Dara placed her hand on Damian’s thigh and squeezed. “I knew it! I knew she was the One. Your One.” 

With a new and different intimacy, Dara left her palm lingering on Damian’s thigh, gently squeezing as the conversation continued.

“Yes,” Angus picked up, looking at Erin. “I could see in your eyes when we greeted her, that you were the one we had been anticipating. I could feel the energy when our hands touched in greeting.” 

Angus reached for Erin’s hand and pulled her to her feet. The same energy he had mentioned was still there at his touch. It had not diminished. “You felt it, too, didn’t you?” Angus asked, looking into Erin’s eyes.

Standing before Angus, her fingers in his, Erin looked back at him and nodded. She had felt something so powerful when Angus had first touched her. Something had washed over her and lit up her world in technicolor. As if she was suddenly alive in a way she’d never been before. The intensity of the connection had made her legs weak.

“And throughout dinner last night,” Angus continued, “there was a pull between us. A pull that was heated and electric and gravitational.”

”You know exactly what I am talking about” Angus added, as he placed his hands on Erin’s hips, turned her and pulled her down into his lap. Erin’s breath caught as she felt that gravitational pull once again. The heat. The strength. The confidence and power. The unquestionable command.

“Yes,” Erin answered quietly, placing her arm behind Angus's neck and settling comfortably into his lap. Thinking about his question and about the pull between them, she thought back to when her toe had brushed Angus's leg under the dinner table. She had felt first a shiver and then a deep heat rush over and beneath her skin. A fire had been lit. And she had craved. Looking back at it now, she realized she had almost known what was going to happen. She had needed it. At that briefest touch, she had the instant need to be his in the most fundamental and primitive way.

With Erin’s mind still scrolling through the events of the previous night, Angus's words alone combined with the memories to spread chills through Erin’s entire being. Although her body and mind had calmed a bit after obediently and hungrily sucking Angus's cock before breakfast — while Dara had stroked Damian’s cock to a powerful eruption — an even deeper hunger and need were building now. Erin could feel her body responding to the many thoughts scrolling through her mind. Her nipples grew taut. A tingling spread beneath her flesh. She gripped Angus's shoulder, almost as if for balance.

“By the time dinner was over,” Angus went on, still addressing Erin, “I had to be inside you. It was a truly irresistible need. Reduced to raw, animal, basic instinct. And you felt that, too. It’s why you sent Damian upstairs. You needed me to bend you over the table and not only take you, but flood you with my sperm.”

Angus glanced into Erin’s eyes, and then around the table. “Yes, the words are blunt. But, as I said, we can all be candid together now.”

Erin was both shocked by the bluntness, on some level, and yet at the same time somehow entirely comfortable with it. With Angus. With Damian. With Dara. And, in all honesty, she shuddered with delight at Angus's mention of his sperm flooding her core. 

Erin realized that Angus's statement — that she had needed him to bend her over — had been somewhat of a question, if perhaps rhetorical. But he had paused, watching her face as his strong hand rested upon her thigh, her robe falling open, looking at her as if he expected a response. 

Erin licked her lips, and then, unable to form words, simply nodded at him. She was on fire with the memory. With the way Angus talked to her. With his strong hand on her thigh. With her robe falling open in front of Damian, his father, and his mother and it feeling somehow impossibly natural. Angus's presence and confidence and control both grounded her and took her breath away. She was putty in his powerful hands. Her fingers gripped his shoulder tighter. She’d have done anything he said in that moment, without question or hesitation.

“And so you would agree,” Angus continued, bringing Erin’s attention back to the conversation, “that there was an irresistible power drawing us together? Some greater force?”

Recognition spread across Erin’s face. There had been an external force in her life ever since she had first crossed paths with Damian.

“Yes,” she answered, quietly, remembering the sound of the drums that had echoed in her ears from the moment she touched Angus's hand in greeting and again through various parts of the evening. The same drums she had heard on her first date with Damian at the Yodade Lodge.

Seemingly reading her mind, Angus continued, “And you have felt that force in other ways since you met Damian, haven’t you?”

Erin just looked at him. “How does he know?” she thought, thinking back to the shared experience between her and Damian only a few weeks ago.

Their first date had been a culmination of events that had started nearly a year prior. When they had first met, they had both felt drawn to each other and hit it off immediately. Damian, however, was not looking for commitment and made it clear to Erin that he was not interested in anything exclusive. Erin, on the other hand, needed a man who would commit to her unconditionally. Despite enjoying Damian’s fun and flirtatious nature as well as his strength of character, she had kept her emotional distance from him despite his persistence to capture her attention. They remained in touch even as they dated others over that year, but when they both ended relationships that just didn’t work out, they found themselves, once again, spending time getting to know each other better. So when Damian invited Erin to go out for drinks at the Yodade Lodge, Erin had agreed. 

As Angus looked at her expectantly, bringing Erin back to the present, she realized she had not answered. “Yes,” she said quietly, again. “Yes,” she added. “I have felt it. I feel it even now.”

“This may all sound farfetched,” Angus continued, his hand slipping under Erin’s robe to stroke her thighs and parting her legs. Erin was simultaneously so aroused that she needed the conversation to end soon and also desperate to hear more. “But I suspect that recent events make it more believable. I know I struggled to understand it when I was first informed.”

And so Angus began the tale that would begin to explain what Erin and Damian had recently started to discover. 

“Dara and I,” Angus began, reaching over to his wife and placing his left hand on hers while his right hand remained on Erin’s thigh, “are the current leaders of an ancient tribe - the Adadeyodi. Yes, it sounds similar to the name of the Lodge you two went to. We’ll get to that later. The Adadeyodi is a tribe of enlightened beings. Men and women who are in touch with their primitive cores even as they function in modern society. Liberated people. Uninhibited by the irrational puritan repression that keeps us from living raw, fully alive and free.”

“And you both,” Angus continued, “will have important roles to play in the tribe.”

Erin listened to him, quietly and attentively. 

“Erin,” he said, “after you and Damian went up to Damian’s room last night, you were overcome, weren’t you? By a power you felt but did not understand?”

Before she could answer, Angus continued. “Dara and I could hear the two of you,” he said, with a broad grin spreading across his face as Erin blushed. “And we cannot tell you how much it delighted and thrilled us.”

Erin looked over at Damian and thought back to how she had climbed over him, slid her fingers through his hair, and demanded that he feed on the sperm — his father’s sperm — dripping from her core. 

Dara squeezed Damian’s thigh and smiled as she confirmed what Angus had said. “We heard it all. And even though we anticipated it, we were completely overwhelmed by the actual experience.” Her hand caressed until the edge of her pinky finger grazed Damian’s scrotum.

Erin bit her lip and offered a response to Angus's previous question, about her having been overcome. “I was,” she answered. “Overcome. Completely overcome. Almost possessed.” As she spoke, Angus's fingers crawled up to where her thighs met and the edge of his hand brushed her labia. She gasped, again wanting more of his touch, yet also more of his words.

“Possessed?” Angus asked. “You felt aggressive, yes? Powerful?”

“Uncontrollably,” Erin answered, with a slight bite of her lower lip and a glance down at the floor as Angus's fingertip wandered between her labia. “Like never before,” she gasped, closing her eyes.

“And this began shortly after I filled you with my semen?” Angus asked, bluntly. His free hand left Dara’s and reached under Erin’s chin, lifting her face to his, so that he stared intently into her eyes.

Erin blinked. It felt so raw to hear. And yet felt so true at the same time. After Angus had cum deep inside her, she had attacked Damian with nearly unquenchable fury. 

She nodded. “Yes. Shortly after...” she paused, gathering herself and looking into his eyes, “shortly after you filled me with your semen.”

Angus's smile broadened further, and his right hand stroked again between Erin’s labia, making her shiver.

“You see,” Angus explained. “In many societies, tribes and cultures, blood is a powerful symbolic fluid. Not so with the Adadeyodi. Our symbolic fluid is semen. A fluid of life. Of virility. Of power.”

Thinking of Angus's sperm as his strong hands touched her, Erin became aware of how wet she was. Her tingling clit pulsed. She ached, squirming in Angus's lap, barely able to control the heat spreading through her body. She was nearly ready to beg him to take her there and now.

But Angus spoke again. “But it is not just a symbolic fluid,” he continued. “It is a fluid of true power. It has real significance. It is symbolic, yes, but also much more.”

Erin stared at him, listening intently, gasping barely above a whisper, “More?” 

As Dara and Damian listened and watched what was transpiring between Angus and Erin, the energy and heat spread across the room, a cocoon of electrified air surrounding them all. Dara felt her pussy begin to tingle and dampen. Damian’s cock stirred under his robe and became swollen and rigid.

“Last night,” Angus spoke again, piercing the energetic field, “when you were flooded with my semen, you were imbued with a special power. And it was not merely symbolic. It impacted you. As you just said, you felt undeniably beyond control.”

Erin nodded. She could feel the blush in her cheeks rising along with the heat emanating from within her. It was all she could do to resist gasping, “Angus, fuck me.”

And yet he continued. And she wanted to hear it.

“You felt something raw and guttural. Something consuming. You felt possessed in a deep, primitive, instinctive way. You felt not symbolic power, but true power.” 

Angus said this all to Erin without question in his tone. He knew what had happened in that bedroom without needing Erin’s confirmation. But she needed, somehow, to hear that he knew it. And needed to respond.

“I did,” Erin answered, her hand on Angus's chest, looking into his eyes. “I felt it radiating from you. Surrounding me.”

“I feel it in Damian, too,” she said, glancing over at Damian. “It is different, but meeting you reminded me of the way I always feel around him. It is just stronger with you.”

“Yes,” Angus replied. “Yes, of course. As my son, Damian, does have that same power.” 

As Angus spoke, Dara’s fingers stroked Damian’s thigh and did not stop this time when her pinky grazed his scrotum. She let her fingertips graze across his balls and slip along the base of his now fully rigid heat.

Chuckling, Angus continued, “Although Damian does have power, he told us it took him a year before you finally agreed to go out with him. Is that true?”

Erin blushed with a small smile. “I was stubborn,” she answered, feeling almost as though she had to defend Damian. “It wasn’t all because of him. But he did persist.”

“He did,” Angus responded. “Yes, he did. And we are so proud of him.” Angus glanced over at Dara.

Dara nodded, smiling at both Erin and Damian and slid her fingertips around Damian’s cock as she replied, “So very proud.”

Erin turned to Damian, smiling with a playful twinkle in her eyes. As she did so, realization dawned over Damian, as he grinned and said, “Oh my God. Dad, what took me a whole year took you no more than an evening!”

For just a moment, the humor broke the powerful sexual tension that filled the room. 

Angus laughed along with Damian, and turned back to Erin, “And this realization — that what took Damian a year took me an evening — while amusing, was also prescient and illustrative. Damian does, indeed, have that power. It simply does not yet compare to mine.”

Again, his fingertip deftly parted Erin’s lips and he grazed her clitoris causing her to nearly swoon.

“And you, my dear Erin,” Angus added, “are the Vessel for that growth.”

As she stopped to think, a revelation began to form in Erin’s mind. “The Vessel?” she asked.

Angus smiled, nodding.

“To grow Damian’s power?” Erin continued, her hand moving along Angus's chest.

Angus nodded again.

“And your sperm carries that power?”

Nod.

“Oh my god,” Erin gasped. “And I fed it to Damian.”

“Yes!” Angus answered, smiling. 

They all looked at one another. 

“Fuck,” Erin gasped, barely audibly. “And that’s why I was so aggressive with your sperm inside of me. Your power.”

Angus nodded again. Erin felt all of her senses alive and crying out at once.

“You mentioned your stubbornness,” Angus added and Erin nodded. “Your stubbornness and persistence will be vital, Erin. It is important that you are a very strong woman. The Vessel must be a strong and powerful individual. And it is equally important that Damian have the power and strength to persist and make that vital connection that you and he — that we all — needed you to make.”

“I had no idea,” Erin replied, “how or why I was so drawn to Damian and now to you. But I feel like something is just beginning to make the tiniest kernel of sense, even though I cannot begin to understand it. But I do feel — I have felt — some sense of purpose. A greater power.” She exchanged a glance with Damian. “Maybe even an ancient power.”

“There is more I will tell you,” Angus went on, “much more, over time. For now, I will tell you a bit more about the leaders of the Tribe.”

Erin looked over at Dara who smiled at her. She had felt such a welcoming warmth from Damian’s mother from the moment Dara had first opened the door last night, to when she had greeted Erin and Damian this morning to invite her to visit Angus, to when she had returned from her walk and joined them all in what can only be described as an explosive moment.

“As you know,” Angus continued, “I am the leader, the King, and Dara is the Queen. The Queen leads alongside me. Together. We each have our roles in the Tribe and we will soon spend time with both of you to teach you and guide you to become the future leaders. We know this is a lot to take in today, so we will get back to that another day.”

“Although we are the King and Queen, we have different Tribal titles that are more meaningful. To the Adadeyodi, the male and female leaders are known as Udoda and Utsi “

Erin and Damian looked at each other in shock as their eyes lit up and the distant drums and chants reverberated through their minds. Dara and Angus sensed the energy in the room change. 

“What is it?” Dara asked them. 

“Erin and I met them...” Damian answered, “… or some form of them. The first leaders of the Tribe. Their names were Udoda and Utsi. We were there in a vision or a past life or something, surrounded by flames and people in hoods and the leaders were at the center, on an altar. We made love at an ancient wedding ceremony. It happened the first time I touched Erin.” Damian paused and took a breath. “We have as much to tell you as you do to us, it seems.” 

Dara squealed in delight. “Angus, could there be any more signs? They’ve experienced it. Our son has found his Queen!”

Dara was so excited that her fingers wrapped her son’s cock and she stroked from his glistening head to his balls.

This revelatory moment provided the burst of oxygen that lit the sparks in the room afire. All four were consumed by the profundity of the moment and the thrill of what they were discovering now together. Dara’s fingers continued to stroke, so energized was she by the moment. 

“I am so proud of you,” she continued, looking at Damian. “Not just as my son. But as a man and the future King.” 

With that, Dara stood. Her robe fell off her shoulders, her body bared. No longer a mother, but a tribal Queen. 

“Come,” she said, taking Damian by the hand. “All men of the Tribe must prove their worthiness for admission, at the Queen’s discretion. And I will gladly — I feel undeniably compelled to — take on that duty myself for your admission. To be perfectly honest, son, right now I need your cock.”

With that, Dara extended her hand, pulled Damian to his feet, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she had first laid eyes on and stroked her son’s cock earlier that morning. 

Overcome by the intensity of the moment — by the air sucked sharply out of the room — Erin turned to Angus. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as Erin’s robe slipped down her shoulders, her breasts mashed against Angus's chest. 

As soon as Dara and Damian crossed the threshold of the bedroom, the realization of what was occurring flashed over Damian. Only a couple of hours had passed since his mother had stroked his cock until it erupted as they had both watched Erin greedily serving and devouring Angus's cock. In a mere morning, Damian’s vision of his mother had grown and transformed from not only a mother but a woman. And not just a woman, but a deeply sexual woman. He had somehow never noticed before. He had been completely blind to it and now his eyes were wide open.

As all of those thoughts rushed through his mind, Damian pinned his mother to the wall inside the doorway. He cradled her neck in his hand and pressed his lips to hers. The air rushed out of both of their lungs as their lips pressed together and tongues greeted one another. Hands roamed. Dara pushed Damian’s robe off his shoulders until it fell off his body. His rigid dick was a living presence between their bodies. Her fingers found his cock and pumped as their tongues lashed together.

After what had happened before breakfast, and after this revelatory breakfast, she had bared herself to and declared her unashamed need for him. And the way she touched him showed it. She stroked his cock with a need and hunger and heat that was readily apparent.

Damian cupped the back of Dara’s head and spun her around as he kissed down her chin and across her neck, tracing with lips. When his lips reached her earlobe he whispered, “Is that what you want, Mother?” 

As the words left Damian’s mouth, Dara gasped and stroked her fingers all the way to the base of his gleaming cock, holding still.

Dara pulled her head back, looked into Damian’s eyes, and answered, “Oh god, Damian.” She kissed him again, hard, tongue swirling, before looking intently into his eyes. “Yes. And I don’t just want it. I need it. I need your cock, son.”

Damian leaned back on the door, slipped his fingers from the back of Dara’s head to her shoulders, and tugged her down. She got the message. This sign of command made her gasp. Her clit tingled as she grew wetter and hungrier. She nibbled her way down Damian’s neck. Her tongue painted a line across his chest and stomach and hungrily swiped along his abdomen. Her fingertips trailed behind her mouth until she was kneeling on Damian’s fallen robe, hands on his hips and his rigid cock staring directly at her. Dara gasped. Her eyes widened.

Dara’s insatiable desire had intensified as she descended along his body. Damian felt his cock swell and ache beyond anything he had ever felt, driven by the wanton need he felt emerging within him earlier in that same room before breakfast. 

On her knees before her son, Dara took in the sight of his glorious cock. A pearly white drop glistened at his slit. Damian watched her intently. For a moment Dara hesitated. As that moment hung in the air, Dara gave into her desire and swiped the creamy drop leaking from her son’s cock with the tip of her finger. She looked up into his eyes as she slipped her finger between her lips. Closing her eyes, she savored his essence and then opened her eyes to look back up at him. 

Damian’s eyes blazed down at her. He heard himself say, “Fuck. Yes, Mother. Taste me.”

All sense of hesitation evaporated and Dara submitted to her craving for her son’s cock. Damian stroked his fingertips through Dara’s hair and then slid his fingers along her cheek to her chin. He drew his thumb across her lower lip and gently pulled her mouth open — a move intended to both grant permission and also convey a command. With his other hand, Damian gripped his penis and stroked it along her lips, and then against her cheek, and back across her lips. As Damian’s cock dangled and brushed, Dara extended her tongue to lap at him. Her lips parted to suck him. And his cock evaded her mouth. Her eyes looked up at his, almost pleading.  

“Oh Mother, you do want this, don’t you?” Damian said with a gleam in his eyes. “You need my cock in your mouth.” 

“Yes, Damian,” Dara panted, “ I do. I need your beautiful dick in my mouth.”

As Queen of the Adadeyodi, Dara had the privilege and responsibility of deciding on the admission of members into the Tribe. It was up to her to deem them worthy of entry. As she knelt there, prepared to take her son’s cock into her mouth, she realized she knew that this moment would one day come when Damian was being prepared to join the Tribe. She had just assumed she would delegate the physical contact to another woman of the tribe, as she sometimes did, while she observed. But she had never anticipated the sense of need and lust she would have for her own son. She had not imagined kneeling before him, lapping at his cock as it dangled in front of her face. She had never imagined experiencing the type of need that consumed her in that instant. A deep, raw, primitive hunger was growing within her. As an empowered Queen and with complete lust, she wrapped her fingers around Damian’s and paused as a wave of delirium overcame her. 

Dara opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of Damian’s cock. Damian moaned low in his throat, feeling the heat of her mouth surround him. “Oh fuck!” he growled as he inhaled sharply, leaned back against the door, and thrust his hips forward. 

Downstairs, Angus and Erin passionately embraced, still sitting at Angus's chair at the dining room table with Erin in his lap. Angus's hands roamed Erin’s body as they kissed, caressed over her shoulder and down her bare arms as he pushed her robe further off her body. It had been a whirlwind since Erin arrived in his home the previous evening. He had taken her last night, and she had so gladly devoured his powerful cock earlier this morning. Upon meeting, Erin’s need to please Angus had been immediate and intense. And she inspired in him an equal hunger to have her. Take her. Fuck her. But this morning, after educating Damian and Erin about the Tribe and Erin’s purpose in their lives, the heat between Erin and Angus seemed to build slower and began to transform into a deeper affection.

Angus's lips trailed off of Erin’s, then along her cheek and to her neck. She tilted her head to welcome his kisses. His tongue licked its way up to just under her ear and then in a soft commanding tone, Angus whispered, “Stand up, Erin.” She obliged and rose off of his lap and turned to face him. Angus stood up from his chair, took her hand in his and led her out of the dining room and into the adjoining living room. At the couch, he guided Erin to stand in front of him and he untied her robe and pushed it the rest of the way off her body. His touch was firm and gentle as well as commanding and caring. Erin found herself looking at him with new emotions bubbling from within her core. Beyond the intense need to please him that she had already experienced, she started to also feel a sense of devotion to him growing.

Angus's eyes traveled slowly along her naked flesh. As Erin followed his eyes, she saw that his look was softer than it had been last night when she first bared herself for him. As he raised his eyes once again to look into hers, he smiled affectionately at her. “Erin, you are a beautiful and strong woman. I know you will be a source of complete joy and delight in my son’s life and I have complete faith that you will be a magnificent Queen of the Adadeyodi. Dara and I are very eager to teach you more, but for now, my dear, I just want to enjoy you.” Angus wrapped his arms around Erin’s waist and pulled her to him. Their lips drawn to each other like magnets, they became locked in a deep kiss. As their tongues explored and roamed, Erin felt herself weaken at the knees. Her stomach flipped and she felt alive. Angus sensed her waning composure and with one hand, gripped her even tighter to him, steadying her on her feet. 

With his free hand, Angus slipped his hand between their bodies and opened his robe, then let it fall to the floor behind him. Once he was bare, he stepped closer to Erin, and slid both hands down and over the curve of her ass, cupping her cheeks as he pushed his cock against her belly. Erin immediately gasped into their kiss and Angus groaned as he felt the heat of her skin on his cock. It had become apparent in a very short time that this woman inspired a deep craving in him with little more than her presence alone.

Instinctively thinking of Angus's pleasure, Erin slid her hand between their bodies to wrap her fingers around his rigid penis. She started to stroke him and their heat grew steadily until Angus moved his hands up Erin’s back to her shoulders and gently pushed her to sit on the couch. Angus knelt in front of her as she laid back. With his hands on both of her knees, he pushed her legs apart. Erin’s pussy glistened in the morning light streaming in from the windows. He wasted no time in showing Erin what he craved. Angus smiled at her as he bent forward and nestled his face into her crotch. His hands climbed the back of her thighs and slid under her ass. He pulled her to the edge of the couch. With his strong fingers, Angus raised her bum slightly and brought her pussy closer to his mouth. Eager to taste her, he extended his tongue and slipped it between her lips.

Swollen and smooth, Angus's tongue glided easily through Erin’s nectar-coated lips as he took one long swipe through her slit. Erin gasped as she felt her stomach flip over again. Her fingers gripped the edge of the couch and she opened her legs wider, giving him greater access. Although she was the one now being pleased, she still felt a great need to please him, giving him what he sought. Angus lapped again. His tongue now delving deeper, he swiped over the rim of her entrance and tickled the edge of her lips as he stroked toward but not quite to her clit. A small shudder ran through Erin’s core and she moaned softly with a tingle of pleasure coursing through her. 

Back in Dara and Angus's bedroom, mother and son abandoned any remaining sense of normalcy and gave in to heated, raw lust. Dara’s lips slid hungrily down Damian’s steely dick. Her tongue cradled his shaft as she slowly sucked his cock into her mouth. Damian’s hands moved to the sides of Dara’s head and he stroked her hair with his fingers. Although a hint of love remained in his touch, heat, hunger and power were more readily apparent. As Damian felt the tip of his cock reach the back of Dara’s tongue, he groaned heavily.

In a husky growl, Damian asked her, “Does this make your pussy wet, Mother? Having my cock fill your mouth?” 

“Mmm…” Dara moaned in response sending vibrations into Damian’s cock that he even felt deep in his balls. 

“Show me. Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.”

Quickly complying, Dara spread her knees apart and slid her fingers between her lips, teasing her clit as she slid past her button and into her pussy. She moaned when she slid two fingers in, surprised by just how wet she was. She dragged her lips back up his shaft and let his cock pop out of her mouth. 

Smiling at him, she raised her glistening fingers above her head so Damian could see what his glorious cock stirred within her. 

“Good. I knew it,” Damian said to her. “You love my cock, don’t you, Mother?”

Damian could not believe the words coming from his own mouth. He felt powerful and very much in command. He knew the answer, of course, but wanted to make her say it. And Dara’s eyes said she wanted to, as well.

“I do,” Dara answered, loving the expression on her son’s face. “I love your cock. Give it to me, son.”

Looking at Dara’s glistening fingers, Damian said. “Rub it on my cock. Paint my cock with your juices.”

Dara did as instructed and swirled her wet fingers over his tip. She coated the head of his cock in a sheen and they both marveled in awe at the eroticism — mother’s nectar glistening on son’s cock.

Damian slid his fingers to the back of Dara’s head and guided his cock back to her mouth. Dara’s lips slipped around him and she eagerly took him in. The erotic taste of her own juices on her son’s cock further ignited her hunger. His hand held the back of her head and his raw passion fueled him to thrust into her mouth. Holding her head still, he pushed all the way in. He slid slowly back out, dragging his cock along her tongue. He paused for a moment to let her take a breath and then slammed forward again. Dara placed her hands on his hips and widened her mouth around him. Groaning, she took it. She took all of it. Her son’s cock. Fucking her mouth. Repeatedly. Wantonly. She let go. All pretense of anything else slipped away. She was a wanton woman, and he was a powerful, hungry man. Her inner slut emerged and Damian grabbed a hold of it tightly, with power and purpose. 

“So fucking hungry for my cock,” Damian spat through clenched teeth. “Aren’t you?”

Dara’s eyes said yes as she looked up at him, taking his shaft driving between her lips.

“You need it?”

Dara nodded.

“Fuck, Mother,” Damian gasped. “I can’t help what I am feeling. I need to feed you like a hungry slut. And you feel it, too, don’t you?”

Again, Dara nodded.

“Fuck,” Damian said again. “Say it. Tell me.”

Popping her lips off Damian’s cock, Dara looked up at him as her fist replaced her mouth. Slowly stroking him, “For now, son, I am your dirty little slut. Show me your power. Fuck your mother’s mouth.”

Having said this, Dara groaned again. Her hand was back at her pussy and she circled her clit with one finger. Damian felt his balls start to ache with pleasure emanating from deep in his core. He held her head and thrust. Once. Twice. A dozen times. Rapidly fucking her throat as she gulped and gagged, her eyes saying, “More!”

Damian knew he would soon burst if he kept at this and with visions of his mother’s wet pussy filling his mind, he knew what he had to have next. 

Downstairs, Angus lapped hungrily at Erin’s pussy. Her juices spilled from her and flowed onto his tongue. When Angus darted his tongue over Erin’s clit, she yelped in excitement, lifting her hips off the couch to meet his touch. She rocked against his mouth as he settled into a rhythm. He circled around her bud and she felt it swell and grow against his tongue to the point that it tingled intensely every time he swiped over it with his eager tongue. He sealed his lips around her mound and flicked at her clit until she started to whimper and grind her pussy against his mouth. Until now, Damian was the only one to ever eat her pussy as good as this. 

“Like father, like son,” Erin thought happily to herself.

It didn’t take long for Erin to feel a distant wave rolling just under the surface. Sensing Erin’s approaching orgasm, Angus lifted her knees over his shoulders and buried his face even deeper into her tunnel. Eager to please her and show her his appreciation and love, he needed to make her cum on his mouth. And he wanted to taste every last delicious drop of her beautiful pussy. He pushed and poked his tongue in as deep as he could, swirling around to tantalize every heightened nerve around her rim. His nose bumped against her clit and he inhaled her scent as his face became coated in her juices.

As Angus lashed at Erin’s dripping entrance, his oral ministrations raced her to the edge. She squeezed his head between her thighs and locked her ankles behind his neck. Angus's fingers gripped her ass cheeks and he ate every fucking inch of her pussy. Erin panted and whimpered as she felt a wave rise through her. She entwined her fingers into Angus's hair as the wave crashed. She exploded in a loud crescendo. Her hips bucked off the couch. Angus held her pussy tightly against his mouth and he sealed his mouth around her clit and licked her tingling bud through the height of her orgasm. She screamed loudly and called his name out. She knew her voice would carry up the stairs and that thrilled her all the more. She hardly had time to consider what Damian and Dara were doing at that moment, but she hoped that her sounds of pleasure would reach them so it was shared among them all. 

Upstairs, poised at the edge of eruption. Damian pulled his dick out of Dara’s mouth. She gasped, looking up at him, her tongue wiping his shaft, unwilling to separate from it. 

Damian reached down with his hand and pulled his mother to her feet. Standing face to face, their eyes emblazoned with raw, primal lust. Dara’s fingers were on the underside of Damian’s cock, slowly stroking him from tip to base and back up again, still unwilling to separate. Just then, Erin’s orgasmic cry from the living room reached their ears. Damian’s dick twitched in Dara’s fingers and the intensity of his need grew beyond control. He slid his hands under Dara’s ass and picked her up. Their lips met and their tongues knifed together, fencingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.