Chapter Four

Her parlor was ruined and bedlam reigned as Claudia watched on in horrified fascination.

"My people are dying out and still, you greedy human bitches won't pass the cock around. No matter how many of your ridiculous legal hoops we jump through!" Melsa shrilled in her tiny high-pitched voice, flying in tight angry circles around the ceiling fan.

It was on full blast but rather than cooling the room, all it did was spread more of the sprite's fairy dust around the room. There sure was a lot of it for a creature so small. It covered everyone and everything in the room like a fine layer of rainbow sand. The small winged-woman only paused to land intermittently to guzzle more sweet tea by way of diving directly in the glass jug.

It was half empty now and puddles of it was growing on the coffee table amongst the scattered serving plates.

"That's because they are our men. You don't get to come to our world and start whoring it up with your horny Fae magic just because you have some sad sob story." Therese screamed back, she had found a bottle of champagne somewhere and was drinking directly from the neck of it between her furious spittle-firing tirades. "Everybody has to respect your precious culture and traditions while none of you filthy Fae seem to give a damn about ours!"

Therese was standing in the middle of the room, her dark hair spilling wildly about her perspiring face and her ruby blouse split open down to the navel to accommodate two massive globes of billowing tit-flesh that had exploded her black brassiere a few minutes back. They now wobbled proud and free, sitting high on her chest as she spouted political rhetoric at the agitated fairy, utterly ignorant of the lewd display she was putting on.

She kept gesticulating with the bottle in one hand while the other was buried deep in Daphne's scarlet mane of tangled curls, forcing the kneeling airheads blushing face into a plate of bite-sized cheesecake squares.

“Gloommmph~!”

Daphne's blue dress was in ruins. Her over-inflating tits had shredded the cotton and swung bare like pale pumpkin-sized udders beneath her slim shoulders. The stitching of the shoulder straps had ruptured under the sheer heft of her prodigious new knockers and the tattered cloth hung below her narrow belted waist, joining the flaring skirts riding high on the alluring redheads spreading ass and thighs.

Therese's attention was clearly split but she was multitasking as only a good Georgian wife and mother could manage. Between firing hateful barbs at the circling sprite, she was yanking up then pushing down the young trophy wife's greedy mouth into the sugary confections, making them vanish one by one as though playing whack-a-mole with the brainless bimbo's skull.

"That's it, eat it all up." Therese snarled before mashing Daphne's mewling messy face into the next baked treat. "Swallow them all down like the stupid whore cow you are."

"Mmmph~ yeth Mith Therethe…" Daphne moaned through fat puffy lips smeared liberally with cake, drool and sparkles.

"That's Mistress to you, slut!"

"Yeth, Mithreth." Daphne amended soulfully, before her vapid smiling face was smooshed down into the chinaware again.

Claudia was struck dumb, wringing her hands in anxiety. Why were they so sticky? She couldn't remember how much of the bedazzled food she had eaten but it must have a fair amount because her own breasts had expanded alarmingly too. The top three buttons of her satin blouse had popped and her suddenly too-small bra was shoving the twin balloons of sun-kissed flesh right up under her dripping chin.

Heavens but it was biting into them painfully. Hopefully it would snap soon like Therese’s and Daphne’s had done, because Claudia wasn’t sure she would be able to get it unfastened without help.

Then Ash’s phone buzzed in her pocket again.

Scowling at the unwelcome intrusion, Claudia wrestled with her pants to pull it out. Her pristine white jeans were stained with streaks of fairy glitter and splashes of iced tea and feeling far too tight in the hips and rear. Despite starting the day off as imminently sensible and comfortably loose, the snowy denim was now stretched skin tight over Claudia’s firm thighs making it difficult to retrieve the vibrating cell phone.

She almost spat when she spotted the caller ID. Sigilla again! For the third time today no less. Didn’t the little tramp have anything better to do than harass Claudia’s tall strapping darling boy? Did azure-haired hussy think she could lure Ash–with all his lean muscles and charming smile–away from his Mother with her flirty promises and big bouncy titties?

Claudia needed to talk to Ash. He was more important than any of these venom-spitting snakes. Except Daphne wasn’t a snake. Daphne was now a cow for some reason.

…and why was it still so gosh darn hot in here? Claudia swayed to her feet and headed for the stairs leading up to her son's bedroom. Her thick glossy mass of dark chocolate tresses shedding a trail of shimmering dust as she went.

She had to get out of this roasting oven of a parlor and find Ash. He was so smart and sensible and sexy. That’s right, Claudia’s son was hot, just like she felt.

He would know the right thing to do.

Ash groaned as his Aunty Belle slurped her way down the jutting length of his rock-hard dick.

An empty plate clattered to the bedroom carpet as she pushed his thighs further apart so she could shuffle in closer on her knees between them. Ash wasn’t sure how he had gotten himself into this confusing situation but the train was well and truly off the rails now.

All a guy could do was hold on for dear life and enjoy the ride, right?

The kissing had quickly escalated to his Aunt all but tearing his sports shorts off of him and diving face-first onto his stiffening manhood. Every time Ash had tried to speak or voice a concern she had shoved more food, or her sparkling fingers and eventually her wet glistening tongue into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Aunty Belle. That feels so good.” He breathed, as his heart rate took off like a greyhound out of the starting gates. “I didn’t think you would know how- uurk!”

Ash almost choked on his own words as his sexy blonde pin-up worthy Aunt lathed her moist sizzling tongue against the sensitive underside of his engorged crown and made his hips jerk forward in astonished delight. It thrust another inch of his significant girth past her pink glimmering lips but Annabelle just giggled around his throbbing shaft and pulled her long curtain of bright golden hair over one bare shoulder to better facilitate his fucking of her sweet southern mouth.

“Mmmhmmm~?” She moaned, coming up for air and planting butterfly kisses along his enraged tip. “You didn’t think your innocent Aunt Anna knew how to suck a man’s dick?”

Ash nodded mutely as she squeezed the base tightly and ran a loving languorous lick up his longitude making him shudder.

"A good Georgian girl knows how to care for her man. Those young east coast tarts won't know half the tricks I do." Then, as if to emphasize her point, Annabelle suctioned his tingling knob back in with a small swizzle of her blonde skull introducing a new angle to his pleasure. Ash feared she was going to suck his soul out of his body before she came back up again with a devilish grin. "You're probably too big for most girls to handle but let your Aunty Belle look after you, Sweetie. You're so much larger than your father."

"Dad?" Ash didn't want to think about that man at a time like this but the comment did raise a pertinent line of enquiry. "How would- oh gawd!"

Annabelle had stuck out her tongue and let a long flow of warm sparkling saliva drool onto his steely tumescence at the same time she yanked down the front of her scanty dress to free her incredible breasts.

Big, untethered and perfectly round. They bounced free and settled heavily on Ash's thighs tipped with pretty raspberry peaks that stood rigidly at attention. They were way bigger than he remembered but any thoughts of size comparison melted away as she expertly pumped his pulsating prick with her buttery soft hands.

"How would I know what Jack's dick looks like?" She asked rhetorically, batting her long lashes up at her nephew in faux innocence. "Because your Mother and I used to share him, of course. That was before she got all proper and boring after she married him."

“Sha-Shared him?” Ash’s head was spinning and he was certain he would have erupted under her skillful touch already if he hadn’t so recently cleared the pipes.

“Yes, Sweetie. Your Mother and I are very close as sisters. We used to share everything.” Aunty Belle purred wickedly, trapping him with her smoky gaze before she lashed her nimble tongue around his angry crown again. “You have no idea how filthy your naughty Mommy and Aunty used to act in the bedroom.”

Ash thought he had some idea, given the one guilty encounter he had with the fine lady in question. Not that he would mention it as his gorgeous Aunt vacuumed his lancing manmeat back between her plush lips until the head was knocking at the back of her throat.

She bobbed and suckled on his magnitude, leaving strawberry lipstick stains and glittering sparkles along Ash’s lewd length. Her immense shimmering tits pancaked against his twitching thighs and her bullet-hard nipples dragged across his burning skin. The bedroom was growing stifling hot with their combined heat and Ash felt a trickle of sweat run from his brow.

He was hard, so goddamn hard. Harder than he had ever been in his life. His straining cock felt like a titanium pillar rearing heavenwards from his burning body. It almost seemed inhuman but it definitely felt amazing.

“Oh fuck, Aunty Belle.” He groaned as each loud slurp and roll of her clever tongue sent bolts of electric bliss through every singing nerve in his young athletic body. “That feels amazing. You’re such a wonderful dirty woman.”

Annabelle came back off his cock, smacking her pink cock-sucking lips with relish and returned to pumping and teasing him with her skillful touch. Her spit and his precum kept Ash’s turgid shaft slick and glistening as she commanded his pleasure like a seasoned skipper at the helm of his impending climax and kept him riding the very edge of a typhoon of exquisite fulfillment.

“More than you can possibly imagine but can you guess who taught me everything I know?” His Aunty teased with a cheshire grin threatening to split her beautiful face in twain. “I’ll give you a hint…”

Ash nodded fervently, staring down at his perfect kneeling southern Belle as though she was his entire world in that moment.

“...She’s watching us from the doorway, right now.”

“Ash, Sugar. Please…”

Ash’s head snapped up at the sound of his Mother's voice. It was small and pleading, quite unlike the sight of the woman leaning heavily against the frame of his open bedroom door. How His Aunt had known she was there behind her, Ash couldn't fathom. Some kind of sibling sixth sense, perhaps but it didn't really matter.

His Mother was reclining in the doorway. Her blouse was open revealing whole acres of suckable bronzed tit-flesh pinched nearly in half by an overwrought white lace bra that was orders of magnitude too tiny for her prosperous proportions. Her glowing skin was glistening wet and shiny with glitter, and her long silky legs…

"Mom! Wha- where are your pants?" Ash gasped, then grunted audibly as his diabolical minx of an Aunt took him back into her smirking mouth and swallowed him whole.

"They didn't fit me properly anymore… and I was feeling too hot." His Mother babbled, tottering into the room and staring intently down at her baby sister working her son's fat cock down her slender throat. "Ash, please. Mama needs you right now. Mama needs her big strong boy to make her feel better."

Her white jeans were, indeed, gone. Only a meager ivory micro-thong preserved her final bastion of modesty and was struggling to do just that. It was small, sheer and stretched tight over hips that seemed wider and rounder than ever. The looping elastic strings of the skimpy undergarment dug into his Mother’s tanned flesh and the tiny patch of chiffon covering her womanly mound was pulled so tight that the outline of her lower lips was damp and distinct.

Ash stared at his Mother’s forbidden folds as though mesmerized as she stumbled towards him. His cock released an excited gush of hot precum into his gargling Aunt's tight throat making her purr around his base.

“Mom, I don’t know what’s happened to you.” He stammered, fighting the urge to grab his wicked Aunt by her long golden locks and fucking her sweet suckling skull to carnal fruition. “But… ummm~ but I’ll do whatever I can.”

Ash knew he should be fighting this more. Something was clearly wrong with both women and he should have been more concerned. But it felt so fucking good and the dark illicit desire he harbored for the most her pubescent life was stoking a blaze so hot it had Ash was pouring with sweat.

…And glitter. A cloud of the stuff seemed to drift out of his Mother's dark mane of long wavy hair as she climbed onto the bed beside and wrapped her slim arms around his tense twitching body.

It settled over all three of them, as light as goose down and stuck to their perspiration. It buzzed like a static charge on his skin and made him shudder in pent up frustration. His Mother's floral scent and her baking heat washed over Ash as she dragged his head into her huge distended bosom.

"Help Mama with her bra, Sugar. Please, it's hurting her so much." She almost sobbed into his sandy mop of hair. "It's biting into Mama's big breasts and chafing at her poor fat nipples."

Ash wrapped his arms around her, incidentally pulling her even tighter against him as his hands fumbled blindly behind her back. It wasn’t easy with his face all but buried in his panting Mother’s immense cushiony cleavage but when he finally found the plastic clasp, it was so warped with drawn tension that it snapped open at a touch.

“Oh thank you, Sugar. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She gasped as her massive tits sprang free and performed the atomic drop onto Ash’s broad muscular shoulders. “Mama can breathe now. You’re so good to her. You’ve grown into such a fine young man.”

Ash tried to pull back but Claudia clung tighter to him even as Annabelle gagged and choked herself on his thrumming manmeat. He was cast adrift on a stormy sea of feminine charms and his pounding cock had never been so hard in his life. He had to say something before he drowned his horny Aunt’s gripping rippling esophagus with an ocean of his thick molten seed.

“Mmmmnnnfff~!” He warned, speaking directly into the deep valley of his Mother’s tanned cleavage.

“That’s alright, Baby. Let it out, let it aaall~ out.” His Mother crooned between gentle kisses on his temples. “Let Mama and your Aunt Anna take care of you. We both love you sooo~ much. Just let go.”

With a muffled howl Ash did just that. His hands found Aunty Belle’s soft silky hair and grabbed it up in pony tails to shove her moaning smoldering lips all the way down to wetly smooch his pelvis. Then Ash erupted like an extinction-level geological disaster directly down into her waiting belly.

Galaxies were birthed behind his eyelids as he jettisoned a veritable boatload of hot sticky baby-batter into his sensational sexy cum-guzzling Aunts gullet. Annabelle didn’t struggle or pull back. She didn’t retch or splutter. Instead she clawed her fingers into Ash’s hips for support and swallowed diligently with his unyielding hardness still lodged in her warm constricting throat.

“Mama is so jealous of her little sister, Sugar.” Claudia whispered as she stroked and tickled the small hairs on the back of his neck with her manicured fingernails. “She wants something to remember you by before you leave as well. Can you give Mama that, Baby? Can you give your poor lonely Mama what she needs?”

The rippling muscle action of Annabelle’s swallowing was dragging on Ash’s gushing manhood, milking him straight into her stomach. She kept him lodged there, locked in her gulping nirvana until the last few spurts were dragged from his flexing balls and he sagged back into his Mothers gigantic smothering titage.

“Gaaah~ Hell’s bells, Aunty Belle!” Ash cried as she shlorped her way back up his unflagging rigidity, “No good Georgian girl should know how to do that.”

“Mmmwah~!” Annabelle popped her bruised lips in a blown kiss once she came back up for air. “Correction, Sweetie. Only the best Georgian girls know how to do that. And you’re currently in bed with two state champions.”

"Holy shit…" He breathed as his Mother's hot hand snaked down to grip his dripping length. It was still hard and aching. How was it still so damn hard and aching?

"Don't go, Ash Sugar." She begged, stroking him fervently and pleasing his tortured flesh. "Tell Mama you'll stay with her and not leave her for some stray strumpet who doesn't love her tall hunky boy like Mama does."

"Mama… I mean, Mom. I have to go." Ash groaned as she twirled her star-dusted fingers around the leaking knob of his ever-raging erection. "My scholarship-"

"No! You can stay here. You can transfer back to Atlanta." She pleaded with tears welling in her verdant emerald eyes. "We have so much money, you won't have to worry about tuition. You can stay home with Mama and let her take care of you. Let Mama love you, Baby. She promises to make you feel sooo~ good."

"We'll both love you and take care of you, Sweetie." Aunty Belle promised, climbing up his body and joining her pumping hand with her older sisters on his jerking manmeat. "We're just so proud of you and don't want to lose our darling boy."

Ash couldn’t think straight. It was as if the two gorgeous goddesses of his most taboo fantasies had stepped straight out of his teenage wet dreams to beseech him to take them in every way he had ever desired. Their combined heat and feminine musk threatened to make him swoon were he not so thoroughly anchored in reality by their tandem handholds working his straining hard-on back to full unbending mast.

“I’ll think about it.” He growled, then giving into sinful temptation turned and kissed his own mother with a deep fiery love that blew straight past familial into the uncharted territories of hot incestuous passion.

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