Mamaaaaaaaaaa, uuuuuhh. your son is back from the grave!

Torino, Northern Italy.

AURORA NEIGHBORHOOD – 3:47 AM

The Ngobe family apartment smelled of fried plantains, stale beer, and the musky sweat of too many bodies in too small a space. Stefano—now Kevin—let himself in with the dead man's keys, pausing to admire the family photos lining the hallway:

"Damn, son..."

Adaeza, the ebony milf in her prime—tall, voluptuous, a Nigerian beauty with hips that could sink ships. Harmony at graduation—the younger sister's slender waist cinched in a dress that barely contained her ridiculous ass. Kevin himself—smirking beside a terrified-looking Cecilia at her last high-school dance.

The Osiris ring pulsed with an ominous glint on Stefano's calloused left hand, the incubus' dark skin shone under the relic's purple glow. The mixed race man's lingering will was still fighting the fallen divinity,

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them."

A facade of happiness, broken overnight.

Stefano put up his best scowling smile before stepping into the living room.

"Kev? That you?" Adaeza's smoky contralto slurred from the couch, where she sprawled in a threadbare nightgown that did nothing to hide the heavy sway of her massive breasts. Empty wine bottles littered the coffee table beside a half-smoked joint. "Where the fuck you been? Cecilia called three times—"

Stefano crossed the room in three strides, gripping her jaw with fingers that still carried traces of gunpowder.

"Miss me, Mama?" he purred, letting just enough of Kevin's cadence bleed into his voice.

Adaeza's breath hitched—her pupils dilating as Stefano's incubus pheromones wrapped around her mind like smoke. He pushed, just slightly, and felt the exact moment the mature ebony beauty's resistance crumbled—the same way it had when she'd drunkenly taken her son's huge black cock between those pillowy lips.

"You... you smell different," she mumbled, her voluptuous thighs squeezing together under the nightgown.

Stefano smirked. "Got in a fight." He dragged his thumb across her lower lip, feeling her shudder. "Made me hard."

It wasn't a lie.

The adrenaline of the shootout, the rush of consuming Kevin's memories—his fat throbbing cock strained against the young man's ripped jeans, the bulge thick enough that Adaeza's gaze immediately dropped.

"O-Ohmygod..." she breathed, her tongue darting out to wet her luscious cocksucking lips. "When'd you get so...?"

"Big?" Stefano finished for her, grinding his pulsing erection against her curvy thigh. "Maybe you forgot, Mama. Maybe you need a reminder."

He didn't wait for permission.

One hand fisted in her braids, yanking the ebony milf's head back as the other hiked up her nightgown—revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. Adaeza's fat pussy glistened, already wet, the sinful mom's inner thighs sticky with arousal.

"Fuck," Stefano growled, his voice dropping into something darker—less Kevin, more himself. "You been waiting up for me like this?"

Adaeza moaned as he shoved two fingers inside her, the sinful mother's sopping cunt clenching around them with embarrassing eagerness. "K-Kevin—!"

"Say it," Stefano demanded, curling his fingers to that spongy spot inside her that made the voluptuous milf's back arch. "Say how much you missed creaming on your son's big fat cock."

Adaeza broke with a sob, her wide childbearing hips grinding against his hand. "I-I missed it! F-Fuck, I missed it so much—!"

The bedroom door down the hall creaked open.

Harmony stood frozen in the threshold—her sleep shorts riding up over the young ebony beauty's thick thighs higher than Stefano had expected, her nipples visibly hard under the thin tank top.

"O-Oh my God," she whispered, her hazel eyes wide.

Stefano didn't stop fingering her mother.

"Join us, sis," he murmured, letting the full weight of his incubus power seep into the words.

Harmony's breath hitched.

Her fingers twitched toward the hem of her shorts.

And Stefano knew—

The hunt had only just begun.