The old bastard fools Mara, a woman's pussy is the dirtiest place, needs thorough cleaning...

Tricking his son's girlfriend

The bathroom was thick with steam, the air heavy with the scent of lavender body wash and something darker—something primal. Mara stood under the scalding spray, her pale skin flushed pink, the young woman's raven hair plastered to her back as the water cascaded over her voluptuous curves.

She was alone—or so she thought.

"F-Fuck... can't believe I'm entertaining Zeno's fantasies... w-well it's not like I didn't enjo-"

The shower curtain rustled, the sound barely audible over the drumming water. Mara tensed, the voluptuous vixen's breath catching as a massive shadow loomed behind the fogged glass.

"You missed a spot, sweetie."

Ettore's deep baritone was low and dangerous, layered with the subtle echo of Nero, the incubus doppelganger's demonic influence

"Oohmygod..."

Mara gasped, spinning around to face him, the curvy beauty's hands instinctively moving to cover herself—one arm crossing over her massive, perky breasts, the other sliding between her thighs.

"E-Ettore!" she stammered, her soft contralto trembling. "What are you—Zeno's just outside!!—you can't just—"

Ettore stepped forward, the old bastard's naked body towering over hers, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

"Hehehe... We are family, I'll help you clean up for my son."

Water sluiced over his broad chest, down the thick, corded muscle of his abdomen, and Mara's gaze—against her will—flickered lower.

Oh God.

"Shitshitshit!"

The old geezer's fat cock was already half-hard, thick and veined, the head flushed a deep, angry red as it twitched against his thigh.

"A woman's pussy," Ettore murmured, his voice dripping with false concern, "is the dirtiest part of her body, a new Cumbridge study confirms it."

Mara's breath hitched. "W-What?"

Ettore took another step, crowding her against the tiled wall, the dirty fucker's rough hands settling on her wide childbearing hips. "All that sweat, all that filth... it needs to be scrubbed... deep, thoroughly cleaned up." His fingers dug into her soft flesh, his thumbs brushing the crease where her thighs met her hips. "As your father-in-law, it's my duty to make sure you're proper, presentable for my son."

Mara shook her head, her pulse pounding in her throat. "N-No, that's—that's not—"

"Shhh," Ettore soothed, his deep baritone layered with hypnotic corruption. "You don't want to be dirty, do you, Mara?"

The pale vixen's luscious red lips parted, but no sound came out.

Ettore smirked, his hands sliding up her body, cupping her heavy breasts, his thumbs flicking over her stiffening nipples. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "Already getting wet at the thought of being cleaned."

Mara whimpered, her volutpuous thighs pressing together as arousal—hot and shameful—pooled low in her belly.

"Nnnngh!"

Ettore's grip tightened, the old man's gnarled fingers pinching her nipples just shy of pain. "Spread your legs."

Mara's breath came in shallow, panicked gasps. "I—I can't—"

"Spread. Them."

The command was laced with something otherworldly, something that slithered into Mara's mind and coiled around her will.

"F-Fuck..."

The curvy beauty's sinful body moved before she could stop it, her thighs parting, the young woman's cunt exposed to the humid air.

Ettore's grin was triumphant. "Good girl."

His hand slid between her legs, the old bastard's knobbed fingers brushing through her slick folds, gathering her wetness before pressing two thick digits inside her.

"Nnnngh!!"

Mara jolted, her back arching off the tiles as he scissored her wide open, the dirty man's fingers curling against his the raven haired beauty's inner walls.

"So dirty," Ettore tsked, his deep baritone dripping with mock disapproval. "Lucky for you, I have just the tool to clean you."

Mara's grey eyes widened as he stepped back, Zeno's father... the old bastard's fat cock now fully erect, the veins standing out in stark relief as it bobbed between them.

"N-No," she whispered, her erotic contralto breaking. "Ettore, please—"

"This will only hurt," Ettore murmured, his rough hands gripping the young woman's wide hips, "if you keep lying to yourself..."

And then he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching her entrance, forcing its way inside her dripping cunt.

"OHMYGODD!!!"

Mara shrill screams filled the small bathroom, her manicured nails scrabbling against the tiles as her boyfriend's dad filled her to the brim, inch by brutal inch, the pale vixen's voluptuous body stretching to accommodate him.

"F-FUCK! TOO MUCH!" she sobbed, her curvy thighs trembling as he bottomed out, the dirty bastard's pelvis grinding against hers.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*Plap!*

Ettore groaned, his head falling back as her velvet walls clenched around him. "God, you're tight," he growled, his manly hips rolling in slow, cruel circles. "Like you were made for my cock."

Mara whimpered, the cheating slut's resistance crumbling as pleasure—dark and forbidden—twisted through her.

"Nnnngh!!"

Ettore chuckled, his hands gripping the voluptuous vixen's fat ass, lifting her slightly before slamming his son's girlfriend back down onto his throbbing cock. "That’s it," he lead her on, the old geezer's raspy voice thick with satisfaction. "Take your father-in-law's cock... yess... like a good little slut."

Mara moaned, her body betraying her as her tight pussy fluttered around him, the young woman's orgasm building with terrifying speed.

"OHGODD!! YES!!!"

And as Ettore pounded into her, the old bastard's thrusts growing rougher, faster, Mara realized—

"Shitshitshit..."

She wasn't fighting anymore.