Dynamic (NOT SO) Family

Breakfast continued peacefully; apart from their nakedness, no one would notice the deranged things they had done. Satisfied, Giselle proceeded to wash the dishes, watched once again by Max.

Suddenly, the boy placed his hands on her juicy ass, digging his claws firmly into the delicious flesh.

“Ahhhh…you really are a bad boy,” G-blast moaned, leaning back provocatively.

“You said it yourself, I have to release all my pent-up sexual desire. What other way do I have?” Max squeezed harder, leaving a mark on her skin.

“AHHHHHHHH....ooh...well...mmm...and why don't you tell me about that girl who stole your first kiss?”

Breakfast was anything but normal....

“What would the man of the house like to eat?” she asked playfully.

“Hmm… how about eggs with chorizo and orange juice?” the boy said, devouring her with his eyes.

“Whatever you like, but I think I’ll have something more nutritious to drink.”

As G-blast cooked, she wandered around the food completely naked, using exaggerated but lascivious movements that would have woken more than one dead person. All this was under the watchful eye of an equally naked Maxwell, who couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She exposed her backside near the young man while searching in the refrigerator, danced seductively, and occasionally dropped utensils, only to slowly pick them up. What should have been a routine task turned into a veritable exhibitionist show, probably straight out of her former life as a pornstar.

As expected, all of this awakened a different kind of hunger in Max. He noticed his little friend reappearing with the same vigor as yesterday. He was somewhat surprised by his own libido, considering the marathon birthday present he'd been subjected to hours earlier, though he deduced it was another enhancement of his Incubus nature.

In a constant swaying motion, the young man's penis rose and fell with each performance his mother gave. He was thrilled to think that this was how their life at home would be and wondered what else they could do together.

With joy and utmost obedience, she placed everything he asked for before him.

"Breakfast is ready, my love. If you'd like anything else, just ask," Giselle said, as if she were a bird singing.

Max quickly satisfied his hunger with large bites; the hours of sex had left him wanting to eat an elephant. Meanwhile, G-blast joined him at breakfast, never taking his eyes off him with adoration.

Our protagonist was so engrossed in his food that he didn't notice his mother's strange movements until he felt something gripping his penis. Taken aback, he lowered his head to meet Giselle's lascivious gaze as she held his member firmly.

"Oh... What are you up to?" he asked, more surprised than angry.

“Come on, I already told you, I prefer to drink something much more nutritious… or is it forbidden to drink milk in the morning?” she said in a pleading tone, as if the roles had been reversed, with Max now the father.

Refusing was impossible after seeing the mischievous little girl's face as she played with his tool like a pacifier.

“Okay, baby, you have permission to drink my milk.”

“Yessss.”

He had barely finished speaking when his cock disappeared into G-blast’s prodigious mouth, thus beginning this crazy scene. Maxwell tried to eat relatively normally while being fiercely sucked down below.

“Glub… glub… come on… glub… I’m thirsty,” his mother babbled each time her mouth was free.

“Mmmhhh… damn, that’s intense… grrr.”

It was quite easy for the experienced woman to get him fully erect and even easier to bring him to the point of exploding. The young man found it impossible to drink the orange juice without spilling it all over the table, while his stamina was fading away.

“Glub… that’s it… glub… a little more… Mmmh”

With that, a good portion of his cock was swallowed by G-blast, triggering an orgasm in his son who ended up squirting his juice everywhere.

“AHHHHHH… TAKE YOUR MILK, SLUT… AHHHH”

The ejaculation wasn’t as abundant as the previous ones, but it could still surpass that of any man. Feeling the waves of pleasure, Max wanted to watch his girl finish her job.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… mmmmmmmm”

He saw her distorted face absorbing the hot milk as if she had a thick straw between her lips, her nostrils flared wide, supplementing the functions of her busy mouth, and her blissful eyes looking at him intently.

Furthermore, part of her face was covered in orange juice, further enhancing the slutty image that Giselle had been projecting for quite some time.

“Ooohh… shit, I think I could get used to… mmm… this,” Max gasped, releasing the last spurts.

As his lustful mind relaxed, he imagined the utter madness that awaited him with this new family dynamic. From one day to the next, his loving mother had become his sex toy, ready to be used.

The insatiable Giselle swallowed every last drop from her son and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, went to sit down and finish her meal.

“Mmm… thank you so much for the warm milk.”

“Hehe… anytime, baby.”

Breakfast continued peacefully; apart from their nakedness, no one would notice the deranged things they had done. Satisfied, Giselle proceeded to wash the dishes, watched once again by Max.

Suddenly, the boy placed his hands on her juicy ass, digging his claws firmly into the delicious flesh.

“Ahhhh…you really are a bad boy,” G-blast moaned, leaning back provocatively.

“You said it yourself, I have to release all my pent-up sexual desire. What other way do I have?” Max squeezed harder, leaving a mark on her skin.

“AHHHHHHHH....ooh...well...mmm...and why don't you tell me about that girl who stole your first kiss?”