Stefano isn't done with Annika, the Siberian milf has a new boss at her bar

THE MOTHER'S ADDICTION: A DESCENT INTO FORBIDDEN PLEASURE

The morning sunlight streaming through the thin curtains of Annika Volkov's cramped Turin apartment should have felt warm. Instead, it felt like an accusation.

Annika sat at the edge of her bed, her trembling fingers clutching the hem of her nightgown, her ice-blue eyes staring blankly at the cracked mirror across the room. The reflection staring back at her was still beautiful—high Slavic cheekbones, full lips, platinum blonde hair spilling over her shoulders—but something in her gaze had changed. Something dark. Something hungry.

She remembered.

Flashes. Fragments.

The heat of a body pressed against hers. The stretch of something thick inside her. The taste of salt and sin on her tongue.

Pyotr's face above her.

Stefano's hands on her hips.

Her own erotic contralto, hoarse from screaming—

Annika flinched, her voluptuous thighs pressing together as a bolt of shameful pleasure shot through, making her pussy cream.

No.

It was just a dream.

A filthy, depraved dream.

...Wasn't it?

THE NEW OWNER

The bar smelled the same as always—stale beer, lemon cleaner, the faint metallic tang of the old espresso machine. But the man standing behind the counter was different.

Paolo Moretti had been a fat, sweaty bastard with greasy hair and wandering hands. The man who greeted Annika that morning was younger, leaner, his dark hair slicked back, his tailored suit hugging broad shoulders. But his smile—

His smile was wrong.

Too sharp.

Too knowing.

"Annika," he purred, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "So good of you to come in."

Annika's breath hitched.

Something about the way he said her name—

"Y-You're not Paolo," she whispered.

The man—Stefano in Paolo's skin—laughed, his fingers drumming against the counter. "No. Paolo had to... relocate. Something about unpaid debts." He leaned forward, his dark eyes glinting. "But don't worry, krasavitsa. I'll take very good care of you."

Annika shivered, her nipples pebbling beneath her blouse.

She should have run.

Instead, she stayed.

THE FIRST FAVOR

It started small.

"Ahh, sorry. **** of habit..."

A brush of his hand against her small waist as he passed.

"Yeah, I know that's inappropriate with feminism and stuff, but dat ass looks absolutely perfect in that uni-*SMACK!!*, yeah couldn't help it... W-Wait, don't call the police!! I'll give you a raise..."

A... comment, yes, just a compliment about how the uniform hugged her generous curves.

A request to stay late, to help him inventory the back room.

Annika knew what he wanted.

She knew she should refuse.

But when Stefano—Paolo—offered her a raise, his fingers trailing down her arm, his voice a dark promise—

"Just a little favor, Annika. Nothing too much..."

—she nodded.

The back office was cramped, the air thick with the scent of spilled liquor and dust. Stefano pushed her against the desk, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth hot against her throat.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his teeth scraping her pulse point. "Now be quiet—we wouldn't want Pyotr to hear, would we?"

Annika moaned, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as his hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, higher—

The door creaked.

"M-Mom?"

Pyotr stood frozen in the doorway, his blue eyes wide, the young man's fists clenching at his sides.

Stefano smiled, his fingers dipping beneath Annika's panties.

"Join us, little incubus," he purred.

THE ADDICTION GROWS

Pyotr should have been furious.

He should have dragged his mother away, at least given Stefano a good punch in the face, maybe even burned the bar to the ground.

"Fuck..."

Instead, he stepped forward, the young man's breath ragged, his cock stiff in his jeans.

"P-Pyotr—" Annika whimpered, her body betraying her as Stefano's fingers found her drenched folds.

"She likes it," Stefano hissed, his other hand gripping Pyotr's wrist, pulling him closer. "She wants it. Just like you do."

Pyotr growled, his control shattering as he lunged, his mouth crashing into his mother's, his tongue plundering hers with **** hunger.

Annika screamed into the kiss, her hips jerking as Stefano pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right—

"F-FUCK!"

Stefano laughed, his free hand unbuttoning Pyotr's jeans, freeing the younger man's thick cock.

"Take her," he commanded, his voice laced with power.

Pyotr obeyed.

THE CORRUPTION COMPLETE

Annika broke that night.

"Shitshitshit... H-Harder!!!"

Broken by her son's cock.

Broken by Stefano's whispers.

Ruined by her own traitorous body as she arched, moaned and begged for more.

Stefano laughed, the incubus' claws tangling in Annika's hair as Pyotr fucked his own mother from behind, the handsome sex demon's tainted's seed spilling into her hungry womb.

"Mine," Pyotr growled, his claws digging into his mother's wide childbearing hips.

"Ours," Stefano corrected, his demonic gaze locking onto Annika's glazed blue eyes.

Then he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"And this is just the beginning, slut."