My eyes fluttered open in the most luxurious bed money could buy.
Warm morning light spilled through the curtains, but the real heat came from the woman pressed naked against my side.
My stepmother.
At forty, Lady Seraphina was pure perfection—a breathtaking MILF with heavy, full breasts, dark sensitive nipples, a soft hourglass figure, lush thighs, and a plump ass that begged to be grabbed. Her pussy was still puffy and glistening from the night before, leaking slow, obscene trails of my cum down her inner thigh.
My cock twitched hard at the sight.
She stirred. Beautiful sea-blue eyes opened, and a soft, melodic murmur left her lips.
"Morning, baby…"
Without another word she shifted onto all fours, arching her back like a cat in heat. Fresh cum dripped from her well-used cunt and slid down her creamy thighs, staining the silk sheets. Her delicate hand wrapped possessively around my throbbing morning wood. She leaned down, warm breath teasing the swollen head, then her soft, wet tongue began lazily circling the tip.
Pleasure shot straight up my spine.
While my gorgeous stepmother's hot, skilled mouth slid slowly up and down my shaft—tongue swirling greedily around every pulsing vein—I decided it was finally time to introduce myself.
My name is Elias von Arcturus, fifth son of Duke Regulus von Arcturus, one of the most powerful men in the kingdom. I was reincarnated into this fantasy world twenty-two years ago. My mother was the only one of my father's five wives who earned her place through martial glory rather than political bloodlines. The other four—including the woman currently worshipping my cock—were elegant noble ladies married for cold alliances.
Father and Mother were almost never home, swallowed by endless border skirmishes and court intrigues. That left the duke's other four wives with far too much idle time in the sprawling estate.
Time I had put to *very* good use.
I had seduced every single one of them.
Even as Seraphina's throat tightened around me, my mind drifted to the remaining three wives… and to their younger sisters and elegant mothers. My seductive step-aunts. My graceful step-grandmothers.
Just the thought of all those noble, married beauties waiting for me across the estate made my cock twitch violently between Seraphina's lips, forcing a needy little moan from her stuffed throat.
She was just about to swallow me to the root when I gently tangled my fingers in her golden hair and eased her back.
"Mom," I said, voice low and commanding. "Get up and stand."
She blinked up at me, lips shiny and swollen, my cock still twitching between them. I stroked her cheek with my thumb.
"Just stand up for me, Mom."
Lady Seraphina rose obediently. Pearly strands of last night's load kept leaking from her well-fucked pussy, sliding down her trembling thighs. I took her soft hand and led her across the room until we stood together in front of the massive full-length mirror.
Both of us completely naked. Morning light caressing our skin.
I looked at myself first—twenty-two, lean sculpted muscle, smooth fair skin, dark eyes that promised trouble. A handsome young devil in the flesh.
Then my gaze moved to her.
Long wavy golden-blonde hair cascaded down her back like liquid sunlight. Deep sea-blue eyes, high cheekbones, full lips. Her body was pure sin: voluptuous hourglass curves, heavy breasts that swayed with every breath, a slim waist flaring into wide fertile hips, powerful thighs, and a juicy ass that jiggled deliciously.
She nudged me gently, voice soft and curious.
"So… what are we doing in front of the mirror again?"
I smirked and pulled her closer.
"Remember what I told you last night while I was balls-deep in missionary? You kept begging for kisses, but because you're so much taller than me, I could only reach these perfect tits when we stood on flat ground."
Her cheeks flushed crimson. "I-I didn't mean—"
I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her slim waist, and yanked her flush against me. Thanks to our height difference, my aching cock slid perfectly between her warm thighs. The swollen head nestled right against her soaked folds, her slippery heat parting wetly around my shaft as her juices instantly coated every throbbing inch.
My face was now exactly level with her massive breasts.
I grabbed one heavy tit with both hands, lifted the soft overflowing flesh, and latched onto her stiff nipple like a starving man. I sucked hard, tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive peak. Seraphina gasped, one hand cradling the back of my head, fingers threading desperately through my hair as she pulled me tighter to her breast. Her other hand slid down to grip my bare ass, nails digging in.
She started rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles, rubbing her soaked pussy up and down the entire length of my cock.
*Schlick… schlick… schlick…*
Her creamy arousal mixed with my leaking precum until we were both shiny and messy between her trembling thighs. Her swollen clit dragged along the sensitive underside of my shaft with every grind, making her powerful legs shake.
"That's it, baby…" she whispered, voice husky. "Suck Mommy's tits just like that."
We stayed like that for long, perfect minutes—no penetration, just raw desperate grinding. I kept sucking hungrily on her nipple while she held me close and used my cock to pleasure herself.
It was the hottest, filthiest thing I'd felt in either of my lives.
Eventually I flipped her onto her back, spread those lush thighs wide, and fucked her senseless for the next few hours—deep, brutal strokes that had her screaming my name, squirting all over my cock, and begging for every drop I could pump into her greedy womb.
A few hours later the luxurious bedroom reeked of raw sex.
Lady Seraphina lay sprawled across the ruined bed like a thoroughly broken goddess, completely passed out. Her legs were spread obscenely wide. Her once-tight pussy was now a swollen, gaping, bright-red mess, puffy lips still fluttering weakly as thick ropes of my cum gushed out in slow pulses. The overflow mixed with the huge puddles of her squirt that had completely drenched the silk sheets and dripped in long sticky strings onto the floor.
Dark purple hickeys and teeth marks decorated both of her massive breasts, circling her swollen, saliva-glistening nipples. Her eyes had rolled back, mouth slack in pure ahegao bliss, golden hair plastered messily against her sweat-drenched face.
The entire bed was destroyed. The floor looked like someone had dumped buckets of cum and female ejaculate. The air was thick with the heavy, musky, tangy-sweet scent of pure debauchery.
I stared at the obscene sight and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
*Fuck…*
The maids are definitely going to have their hands full cleaning this up.
I could already picture their shocked, blushing faces when they walked into this cum-and-squirt battlefield.