an incestuous throuple

After being with Jade, you check your phone and see a message from Jane saying, "We're waiting for you"; she includes a photo of herself in her police uniform, but with the buttons undone, revealing her ample breasts. You teleport there and see her kissing Barbara—both are naked, with Barbara on top of her—which turns you on: naked incest between mother and daughter.

The air in Jane and Barbara’s room wasn't just hot; it was heavy and charged. The scent was a mix of expensive perfume, uniform leather, and the metallic fragrance of female arousal. When Michael materialized in the center of the room, the sound of the kiss between the two—wet, deep, and desperate—didn't stop. On the contrary, it intensified.

Jane, her police uniform now reduced to a useless accessory, lay upon the silk bedspread, her legs parted to accommodate Barbara. Barbara, the daughter, moved over her mother with a hunger that defied all taboos. They were not merely mother and daughter; they were two extensions of beauty and power that now belonged to a single master.

"Look at me," Michael commanded, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.

The two slowly pulled apart, strands of saliva connecting their lips. Jane’s eyes, half-closed and hazy, drifted up to Michael. She was still wearing her uniform trousers, but the top was open; her full, mature breasts spilled out of the blue fabric, her nipples hard as pearls in the lamplight.

"You took your time," Jane whispered, her voice husky with lust.

Barbara, her skin still warm from contact with her mother, slid down and knelt at Michael’s feet. She didn't wait for a command. Her agile, precise fingers undid his trousers, freeing the monumental member that was already throbbing, demanding attention.

"I had to discipline Jade," Michael said, feeling Barbara's tongue trace the line of his pulsing vein.

"Then show us yours," Barbara replied, before enveloping the head of his cock with her mouth, sucking with an intensity that made Michael grip the back of the nearby chair.

Jane didn't just watch. Driven by a primal desire and the rule that there were no longer any barriers, she crawled across the mattress toward Michael. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down as her heavy breasts pressed against his chest.

"I want to feel everything," Jane moaned, guiding Michael’s hand between her thighs, which were already slick and wet. "I want you to take us—both of us—at the same time."

Michael smiled. He didn't need to force anything; he was the law. With a fluid motion, he grabbed Barbara by the waist and hoisted her onto Jane’s lap, creating a tangle of flesh, curves, and desire. He positioned himself between them—Jane’s warm skin against his back—while Barbara arched her body to receive his massive length.

The impact was visceral. Michael thrust deep and hard into Barbara while simultaneously wrapping Jane in a possessive embrace, his lips finding the curve of her neck.

"Ah!" Barbara cried out, her back arching violently as she felt herself filled to the limit.

Jane, feeling the vibration of her daughter’s pleasure coursing through her own body, began to kiss Michael voraciously, her hands exploring every muscle of his chest. It was an endless cycle of pleasure: son, mother, and daughter, fused in an act that transcended biology and morality.

Michael began to move with a relentless rhythm. With every thrust into Barbara, he felt Jane’s body trembling against his, her breasts pressed tight against his arms. The room was filled with a symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, synchronized moans, and the heavy breathing of three beings who had forgotten the outside world.

"More... please, more!" Barbara pleaded, her fingernails digging into Michael’s shoulders.

He didn't let up. Driven by a sudden urge, he switched positions, lifting Jane up and placing her where her daughter had been. The transition was instantaneous. As he plunged into Jane, her cry was louder; the maturity of her body welcomed him with a tight, hot pressure that nearly made him lose control.

Barbara, now free, didn't just stand there. She positioned herself behind Michael, massaging his back while her mouth found his shoulder, sucking at the skin as she watched her mother being possessed.

The climax hit like a solar flare. Michael felt a wave of pleasure race through every nerve, and with one final, powerful thrust, he poured his divine seed into Jane; meanwhile, caught in the reflected pleasure, Barbara collapsed beside them, trembling in spasms of ecstasy.

Silence returned to the room, broken only by the three of them catching their breath. Jane rested her head against Michael’s chest, eyes closed, a smile of complete submission on her lips.

"Now," Michael whispered, stroking both their hair.

(images created by Lawless)