She's plastered

You and Xana just relax for a few minutes, but eventually you have to start moving again. Even in this town, it seems, lounging about in a tavern all day is considered poor form apparently. “I assume that you’re just about out of seed for the day, master?” Xana asks once you recover enough to start sipping your drink. She herself just seems fidgety, like she can’t wait to do something.

You try your best to will an erection back into your pants, but you stay flaccid. “I’m afraid so” you say, seems that three orgasms in a few hours has just about dried you out, “I need to rest for a while I think, it’ll take a good meal at least if you want me to keep fucking everybody.”

Xana nods, “I suppose so, so much drinking and intercourse would be tiring even for a young man such as yourself.” She looks somewhat disappointed at that, but she cheers herself up. “Ah well, it would scare some women off if you truly did have unlimited endurance, I suppose.”

You share an awkward laugh at her words, and you’re thankful when Mary bursts through the door, dragging a quite clearly drunk Dew behind her. “Girl, at least stand up straight” you hear the bartender mutter, before she disappears into the back of the tavern. Dew just giggles, swaying as though she’s on a particularly unseaworthy ship.

“Shuuutt upppp” she slurs, stumbling forward. She trips over her own feet, and Xana moves swiftly to stop her from face-planting into the ground. “Mommm” she groans, before breaking into a giggling fit, “stahp holding me, I is big girl, I can walk!”

Wow, she is drunk, comically drunk. You left her less than half an hour ago, how did she get so much more drunk so fast? “Are you alright Dew?” you ask, slightly concerned by how out of it she seems.

Dew looks over Xana’s shoulder at you, pouting. “I issh fine!” she exclaims, hiccuping before resting her eyes on your crotch. “Ish not hard” she says sadly, before her eyes light up. “Mom, look at me!”

“Mmm?” Xana says, pulling back. “What is it dea-”

Xana’s interrupted as Dew forcefully kisses her, pulling her mother’s body close as she does so. Xana’s eyes go wide as she realizes the incestous scene she’s just been pulled into, but she makes no attempt to get away, instead just standing still as Dew moans into her mouth, playing with her mother’s ass. After a good few seconds of making out, which makes your cock twitch once again as you eagerly take in the taboo scene, Dew slowly withdraws, smiling wildly and giggling as she looks over at you. “How wash that, mashter?” she slurs. Xana just has a look of shock on her face.