Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 798

Chapter 798: Wrongness Weaved in Rights (r-18)

Linda’s eyes fluttered open wider, soft, hazy, and suddenly starving.

She slid down my body with slow, reverent intent, the sheets whispering against her skin until her face hovered just above my hips. My cock (thick, heavy, veins pulsing like living marble) lay against my stomach, already leaking a single, glistening bead of precum at the tip.

She inhaled, a shaky, worshipful breath, and her voice came out trembling with maternal awe and raw, sinful hunger.

"Oh... my sweet, perfect boy... look what Mommy made..."

Her fingers wrapped around the base, barely able to close, and she lifted it gently, reverently, like it was the most sacred thing she’d ever held. A low, adoring moan spilled from her lips.

"It’s so big... so beautiful... my baby, you grew this inside your mom’s belly and now look at you... giving it to me."

She leaned in, lips brushing the swollen crown in the softest kiss, then another, and another, peppering the head with tiny, loving presses of her mouth.

The moment her tongue flicked out and tasted that single drop of precum, her entire body shuddered.

"Oh my God..." she whispered, eyes rolling back for a second. "It tastes like warm cinnamon-honey... the kind I used to drizzle on your pancakes when you were little... only richer, sweeter, perfect."

"It is Divine Seed, mom."

She licked again, slow and deliberate, gathering every bead, moaning like she’d just discovered heaven.

"Yes. That’s my baby’s divine seed... Mommy’s favorite taste in the whole world, and it’s coming from her own son’s gorgeous cock... I want you to give me a child."

Then she opened her mouth and took me in before I processed the shock of her words.

Slow. Worshipful. Her lips stretched wide around my thickness, soft and wet and trembling with adoration. She sank down inch by inch, eyes locked on mine the whole time, tears of overwhelming love and lust gathering at the corners as she swallowed more and more of her little boy.

Soft, wet, filthy sounds filled the golden room: the slick slide of her mouth, the wet pop when she pulled back to kiss the tip again, the constant, reverent murmur between swallows.

"Mmm... so thick for Mommy... so veiny... every ridge tastes like candy... my sweet, perfect boy... giving Mommy the most delicious treat she’s ever had..."

She bobbed gently, lovingly, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke, cheeks hollowing as she sucked like she was trying to draw my soul out through my cock. Her free hand cradled my balls, rolling them softly, reverently, whispering against the shaft between long, adoring licks.

"I could live on this... I never want to stop tasting my son..."

Every time another bead of precum spilled onto her tongue she moaned like she’d been given a gift from God, eyes fluttering shut in pure, maternal ecstasy.

And she kept going. Slow, deep, worshipful. Sucking her grown son’s huge, veiny cock like it was the most decadent, forbidden dessert ever created, and she was starving for every drop of the divine seed only her little boy could give her.

Linda’s pace turned feral.

Her soft, worshipful licks became frantic, greedy, wet sucks, lips popping off the head with loud, obscene SCHLURPS before she slammed her mouth back down, swallowing me deeper, faster, her throat a hot, sloppy, milking vice.

Saliva poured from her lips in thick, shameless ropes, running down my shaft in glistening rivers, mixing with the thick, endless stream of my precum until my cock looked glazed in our combined fruids.

She moaned around me like a starving woman, the vibration ripping straight into my balls, and her hand shot between my thighs.

Two soft, motherly fingers cradled my heavy, swollen sac, rolling, tugging, squeezing my balls with perfect, practiced love while she deep-throated her own son.

"Mmmph—yes, baby—feed Mommy every drop of that holy cum—" she gurgled, words garbled and spit-bubbled around my thickness, drool pouring down her chin and dripping off her chin onto her bare tits.

She ripped her mouth off with a filthy, wet POP, long strings of spit and precum stretching from her swollen lips to my angry, purple head, and immediately smeared the warm, sticky mess all over my shaft with both hands, jerking me in fast, slick, sloppy strokes.

The sight of my own mother, on her knees, face shining with her son’s precum and her own spit, eyes glazed with pure incestuous devotion while she painted her baby boy’s cock with our fluids, was so depraved it felt like blasphemy and communion at once.

She dove back down, sucking harder, faster, cheeks hollowing until they cramped, throat opening wide until her nose was buried in my pubes and my cock was buried balls-deep in the same mouth that once sang me lullabies.

"Such a perfect, huge cock for Mommy... so veiny... so sweet... my baby boy’s giving me the most delicious cum only a mother deserves... holy, baby... you taste like heaven... Mommy’s little boy is feeding her the sweetest sin..."

Mom rose above me like a goddess who’d decided sin was her new religion.

"Oh, fuuuuck, baby... Mommy’s pussy is so full of her big boy..." she moaned, voice cracking with pure, filthy bliss.

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