Origin 2

That night, Max decided it was finally time to escalate his secret **** to its most depraved and delicious conclusion.

He had summoned both the butler’s wife and their son Ron to his private bedchamber under separate pretexts. The mother arrived first, expecting another passionate, stolen rendezvous with the young master. Ron followed moments later, believing he was coming for one of their usual rough, hidden fucks. The instant the heavy oak door clicked shut behind him and he saw his own mother standing there in the soft lamplight, shock and rage twisted his features.

“You—what the fuck is this?!” Ron snarled, fists clenching at his sides, his tall athletic frame tensing as if ready to bolt or strike.

Max remained perfectly composed, his purple eyes cold and aristocratic as ever, radiating that flawless noble detachment drilled into him since childhood. Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed Ron by the collar, and yanked the taller young man into a deep, dominating kiss. His tongue pushed past Ron’s lips with practiced hunger, tasting the mix of fury and familiar desire Max had cultivated in him for months. Ron stiffened for only a heartbeat before melting into the kiss, his anger quickly overridden by raw need.

While their mouths moved together in wet, heated strokes, Max’s elegant fingers made quick work of Ron’s belt and trousers. He freed the young man’s thick, already-hard cock and immediately dropped to his knees, swallowing the impressive length in one smooth, greedy motion. Obscene, sloppy sucking sounds filled the luxurious room as Max bobbed his head eagerly, taking Ron deep into his throat with practiced ease.

The mother watched in stunned silence, her cheeks burning with humiliation and something far darker. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as shameful heat bloomed between her legs. For years she had endured a near-sexless marriage, her husband—the old butler—far more devoted to his duties and strict lessons than to her body. She had hidden her growing frustration and forbidden fantasies behind warm, motherly smiles. Now, seeing her own son’s thick cock disappearing between the young noble’s pretty lips shattered what remained of her resistance.

Max popped off Ron’s glistening shaft with a wet sound and pulled the curvaceous woman down beside him on her knees. He captured her lips in a passionate, saliva-swapping kiss while his hand continued stroking her son’s throbbing cock right in front of her flushed face. The lewd act broke the last of her defenses. With a trembling moan into Max’s mouth, she surrendered completely to the lust he had awakened in her.

Soon both the mother and the young master were on their knees together, eagerly worshipping Ron’s massive cock. They licked and sucked from opposite sides, their tongues sliding along the thick, veiny shaft and occasionally meeting in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses around the swollen head. They began competing shamelessly—each trying to take more of him into their mouths, pushing their faces closer, fighting playfully for the privilege of pleasuring him. Ron groaned loudly, staring down in absolute ecstasy at the obscene sight of his own mother and the young noble master battling over his dick.

It didn’t take long before Ron’s balls tightened. With a guttural cry, he erupted, painting both their beautiful faces with thick, heavy ropes of hot cum. Max and the mother moaned softly as the warm seed splattered across their cheeks, lips, and tongues, dripping messily down their chins in lewd streaks.

They didn’t stop there.

The three of them quickly stripped and moved onto Max’s large, luxurious bed. Ron lay on his back, eyes wide with lust as he finally got to admire his mother’s fully naked, voluptuous body in all its glory—heavy swaying breasts with dark, puffy nipples, a soft stomach, wide motherly hips, and a dripping, needy pussy that had been neglected for far too long. Jealousy and raw desire burned in his gaze; he had always secretly resented that his father had once claimed this body, unaware of how starved she truly was.

Max straddled Ron first, sinking down onto his thick cock with a satisfied sigh, his tight hole swallowing every inch in one smooth descent. At the same time, the mother lowered herself onto her son’s face, grinding her soaked pussy against his eager tongue with shameless need. While Max rode Ron with graceful, rolling motions of his hips, he and the mother leaned in and kissed deeply, their tongues dancing passionately as their bodies moved in sinful harmony.

Later, Max switched positions, taking the mother from behind in a deep doggystyle while she sloppily sucked her son’s cock. The room echoed with the wet slapping of flesh, loud moans, and the filthy noises of a devoted blowjob. Max’s hips snapped forward powerfully, driving into the older woman’s hungry cunt while she choked eagerly on her own son’s dick, saliva dripping down her chin.

Finally, the mother got her turn riding Ron’s cock. She mounted him with wild abandon, bouncing hard and fast as her massive breasts jiggled heavily with every drop. Max sat on Ron’s face, letting the young man eat his ass with **** hunger while he watched the depraved mother-son coupling with cold, satisfied eyes.

Their climaxes hit almost simultaneously in a perfect, sinful harmony. Max stroked himself to completion, painting the mother’s back with thick spurts of his own load as Ron roared and pumped his mother’s womb full of potent, incestuous cum. The mother screamed in ecstasy, her body shaking violently as her long-denied orgasm crashed through her.

Exhausted and glowing with satisfaction, Max collapsed onto the bed between them. He drifted into a deep, contented sleep while the mother and son, still burning with unleashed lust, continued fucking like animals beside him. The bed creaked rhythmically for hours more as they chased pleasure well into the early morning.

When Max finally awoke to the soft light of dawn, the pair was gone. The room was a complete disaster—sheets soaked with cum, fluids staining the expensive carpets, and the heavy, musky scent of sex hanging thick in the air. With a lazy flick of his wrist and a small, satisfied smile, Max channeled the advanced cleaning magic he had secretly mastered, erasing every trace of the night’s debauchery in moments. No evidence remained.

A familiar warm surge of power flowed through his body as the last drops of cum vanished. This was the secret blessing he had been born with—the divine favor of the God of Lust himself. Every sexual act, every depraved encounter, every load taken or given caused his magical power and talent to grow at an astonishing rate.

Through constant, shameless indulgence, Max had already advanced far beyond what any normal teenager should be capable of. If he continued this path, reaching the level of a Demi-God mage was not only possible—it was inevitable.

Max’s purple eyes gleamed with cold ambition as he dressed in his finest noble attire. His petty **** against the strict old butler had evolved into something far greater. It was the foundation of the hedonistic, all-powerful future he intended to build.

And Lustria Academy would be the perfect playground for it all.