Annika, the Siberian Milf's branch

Focus on Osiris Champion's incubus shapeshifting powers, Annika's son feminization and mom-son breeding content

Characters:

Annika. Siberian blonde milf.

Pyotr, Annika's handsome son.

Pamela, Brazilian beauty and Pyotr's girlfriend.

THE BAR’S NEW PART-TIMER: A MOTHER’S CORRUPTION CONTINUES

The late afternoon sun streamed through the bar’s windows, casting golden streaks across the polished counter where Annika worked. Steam hissed from the espresso machine as she poured velvety milk into a ceramic cup, crafting delicate foam for Pamela’s cappuccino. The young brunette—Pyotr’s classmate, his girlfriend—sat perched on a stool, twirling a lock of hair around her finger while scrolling through her phone.

"You’re really good at this," Pamela remarked, glancing up as Annika slid the cappuccino toward her.

Annika smiled, though her pulse fluttered nervously. "Years of practice."

The bell above the door chimed.

Annika turned—and froze.

There he was.

Pyotr.

No—Stefano.

But he wore her son’s face so perfectly—the same tousled blonde hair, the same sharp jawline, the same easy grin that made her stomach tighten. Only the eyes gave him away—those flickering, hypnotic golden irises, drinking her in like she was a feast laid out just for him.

"Hey, Mom," he drawled, the word dripping with dark amusement. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing a tight black t-shirt that clung to his sculpted torso. "Boss said I could start my shift early."

Annika’s fingers tightened around the rag she’d been using to wipe the counter. "You—you’re working here now?"

Stefano smirked, rounding the bar with lazy confidence. "Someone’s gotta help you handle the rush." His hand—warm, possessive—settled on the small of her back, fingers kneading the curve of her spine.

Annika stiffened, her breath hitching.

Pamela glanced up, her brow furrowing slightly. "Oh, hey, Pyotr! Didn’t know you worked here too."

Stefano’s grin widened. "Just started today." His hand slid lower, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of Annika’s snug jeans, teasing the swell of her ass.

Annika nearly dropped the cup she was holding.

Stefano leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Careful, krasavitsa. Wouldn’t want your son’s girlfriend to see you squirming like a slut, would you?"

Annika’s cheeks burned. She **** a smile toward Pamela. "D-do you need anything else?"

Pamela shook her head, sipping her cappuccino. "Nah, I’m good." But her eyes lingered on Stefano—Pyotr—her gaze flickering between them with quiet curiosity.

Stefano’s fingers dug into Annika’s ass, squeezing the plush flesh through her jeans. "Why don’t you show me how the machine works, Mom?" His voice was all innocence, but his touch was anything but.

Annika swallowed hard. "O-of course."

She turned toward the espresso machine, her body trapped between the counter and Stefano’s looming presence. His hips pressed against her ass, the hard ridge of his cock unmistakable even through their clothes.

"See, Pamela," Stefano said conversationally, his hands settling on Annika’s hips, guiding her movements as if teaching her how to work the machine. "My mom’s real talented with her hands."

Annika’s fingers trembled as she fumbled with the portafilter.

Stefano’s grip tightened. His hips rolled forward, grinding his erection against the cleft of her ass, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against her in slow, deliberate circles.

Pamela giggled. "You two are weirdly close."

Annika’s breath came in shallow gasps. She could feel him—every inch, every pulse of his cock as he rutted against her like an animal in heat.

Stefano chuckled, his lips brushing Annika’s ear. "Just a loving son." His hands slid around to her front, fingers teasing the button of her jeans.

Annika’s eyes widened.

No. Not here. Not with Pamela watching—

But Stefano didn’t stop. His fingers popped the button, the zipper sliding down just enough for his hand to slip inside, cupping her through her panties.

Annika bit her lip to stifle a moan.

Pamela frowned. "You okay, Mrs. Volkov? You look kinda… flushed."

Stefano’s fingers pressed harder, rubbing slow circles over Annika’s clit through the damp fabric. "She’s fine," he purred. "Just working real hard."

Annika’s knees nearly buckled.

Stefano’s other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as he ground against her harder, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks, the friction maddening.

Pamela tilted her head, her gaze lingering a second too long.

Stefano smirked. "Something wrong?"

Pamela blinked, shaking her head. "N-no. Just… thought I saw something."

Stefano’s fingers dipped beneath Annika’s panties, his fingertips brushing her slick folds. "Must’ve been your imagination."

Annika’s nails dug into the counter.

Stefano’s breath grew ragged. "Fuck, you’re dripping," he growled low in her ear. "You love this, don’t you? Love being used right in front of her."

Annika couldn’t answer. Her body burned, her pulse thundering in her ears as Stefano’s fingers worked her faster, his cock grinding against her ass with rough, **** thrusts.

Pamela shifted uncomfortably. "Uh… I should probably go."

Stefano didn’t even glance up. "See you later, Pamela."

The moment the door shut behind her, Stefano spun Annika around, shoving her against the counter. His hands yanked her jeans down just enough to expose her plump ass, his cock springing free from his own pants, thick and leaking.

"No—wait—" Annika gasped.

Stefano didn’t.

He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, spit and pre-cum the only lubrication as he shoved forward.

Annika screamed, her back arching as her virgin rim stretched around him, the burn blissful and agonizing all at once.

Stefano groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy. "Fuck—so tight—"

Annika panted, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter as Stefano fucked her ass in rough, shallow thrusts, each one sending white-hot pleasure through her.

"You take it so good," Stefano growled, his hips snapping forward, his cock stretching her wide. "Gonna ruin this ass, krasavitsa. Gonna make sure no one fucks you like I do."

Annika whimpered, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

Stefano’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Gonna—fuck—cum—"

With a final, brutal grind, Stefano buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, his corrupt seed flooding her ass, drenching her skin.

Annika came with a broken cry, the mature barista's voluptuous body clenching around him, her vision whiting out.

For a moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing.

Then Stefano pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from Annika’s well-used hole.

He smirked, tucking himself back into his jeans. "Welcome to your new job, Mom."