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Prologue

She was quite young, with a quaint and piquant rather than a beautiful face, and her eyes were of a shining hazel.

and they stood silent for a moment under the ruinous shelter of the porch.

"Yes, by——," he went on with an ugly oath.

"We owe a great deal to you," said Mr. Davies politely;

I, for my part, propose to say good-by, here, before this picturesque but mouldy residence, to my friend Mr. Burton, dealer in the antique and curious," and the man lifted his hat with an exaggerated bow.

"Farewell to all occult adventure; the farce is played."

The three friends moved away from the door, and began to walk slowly up and down what had been a gravel path, but now lay green and pulpy with damp mosses.

The scabrous blots where the bare bricks were exposed, the green weeping of a gaunt laburnum that stood beside the porch, and ragged marks near the ground where the reeking clay was gaining on the worn foundations.

It was a queer rambling old place, the centre perhaps two hundred years old, with dormer windows sloping from the tiled roof, and on each side there were Georgian wings; bow windows had been carried up to the first floor, and two dome-like cupolas that had once been painted a bright green were now gray and neutral. Broken urns lay upon the path, and a heavy mist seemed to rise from the unctuous clay;

The three friends looked dismally at the rough grasses and the nettles that grew thick over lawn and flower-beds; and at the sad water-pool in the midst of the weeds. There, above green and oily scum instead of lilies, stood a rusting Triton on the rocks, sounding a dirge through a shattered horn; and beyond, beyond the sunk fence and the far meadows; the sun slid down and shone red through the bars of the elm trees.

Mr. Davies nodded with a good deal of approbation, and Richmond lifted his ugly high-crowned bowler, and wiped his forehead with a dingy handkerchief.

The three went round by the stable path, past the withered wilderness of the old kitchen garden, and struck off by a hedge at the back, making for a particular point in the road. About five minutes later two gentlemen, whom idleness had led to explore these forgotten outskirts of London, came sauntering up the shadowy carriage drive. They had spied the deserted house from the road, and as they observed all the heavy desolation of the place they began to moralize in the great style, with considerable debts

"The grimy sash an oriel burns."

"Phillipps," replied the elder and (it must be said) the more pompous of the two, "I yield to fantasy, I cannot withstand the influence of the grotesque. Here, where all is falling into dimness and dissolution, and we walk in cedarn gloom, and the very air of heaven goes mouldering to the lungs, I cannot remain commonplace. I look at that deep glow on the panes, and the house lies all enchanted; that very room, I tell you, is within all blood and fire."

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Stories are often littered with grammatical errors, plot holes or cringeworthy content.

INHERITANCE: PATH OF THE HARVESTER

Chapter 1:

Family First

The Trouble with Tan Lines

Literotica

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It all started when I began to flunk out of my night & day commotion of academic.

I was shocked and quickly balked at the whole idea.

"Well, you can certainly try," she softly belted back at me.

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As angry tears streaked down his cheeks.

We were bruised for days, and our father never explained why he had whipped us so thoroughly.

"Ok, mom, whatever you say, you always seem to know what's best," I spoke to her with a small bit of sarcasm.

I was horrified at the prospect of returning to school so quickly after 12 grueling years of it, just freshly put behind me.

The results were excruciating for me.

It soon became inevitablyobvious that I was going to fail all of my studies if some drastic change didn't take place very quickly.

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Frustration continued to gnaw away at my patience as I spied on my father through the kitchen window. He was currently outside, angrily swinging his scythe through the fields of wheat out back.

I letout an audible sigh and leaned against the wooden rails of the front porch.

He did his best to prepare us for the upcoming ceremony, speaking patiently and answering our questions about The Path. Though his words were meant to bring comfort,

The priest said our choices were, to some degree, predetermined. A boy or girl raised in a family of warriors, for instance, would never find themselves offered a Path tied to the Arcane or the Divine.

To be honest. Even a Path tied to trade would serve the family well, keeping me grounded, close to home…for the rest of my life.

My thoughts were soon interrupted, as my little brother, burst through the front door running at full speed. Upon seeing me, he slid to a stop and quickly moved to stand in front of me.

"Oh, good! I thought you'd wandered off into town to be with Grace." Seth, as usual, spoke with a barely contained excitement, eyes practically shining. "Today's the big day, are you nervous?"

Exuberant to unbutton the little buttons going down the front of the sheer little dress.

At the moment, the illustrious matriarch was lying beside me.

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She sucked in a long, patient breath through her nostrils. "Can I see?"

Adrenaline momentarily spiked my heart rate. "W-what?"

"You did," she said meekly. "Just move your hand, honey. Let me have a look."

Scale

felt as though I were nothing but a concoction of those conflicting emotions, each warring to be the forward-facing feeling that drove my actions.

I smirked arrogantly. "You're just saying that."

She scoffed in a manner that was borderline condescending.

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The soft pads of her fingertips poked into my palm. She was sitting close enough to me - our thighs touching - that I could smell the faint chemical scent of her tanning oil singeing my nostrils. Her golden hair had fallen onto my shoulder and cascaded down my back like threads of silk whose ends tickled my skin whenever she moved her head.

"Lemme guess," she said. "You wish you were alone right now, huh?"

"Fuck no!" I insisted adamantly. "I wanna be right here with you."

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My eyes were glued to her chest, but I could see in my peripheral vision that she was studiously observing my reaction to each of her movements. It easily came undone with just one tug, leaving her arm as her last line of defense against my unabashed leering.

The drooping udders bore pale markings, making it obvious exactly where her bikini had rested.

The border separating the two zones was crisp, and so perfectly segmented that I would have ventured to call it geometric. Across her upper chest - just above her sternum with the smattering of light brown freckles - the tan had spread.

III

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The more I fidgeted with the firm, pink peak, the further Mom expressed her enjoyment by making soft, barely audible whimpers. As she watched me fumble around with her breast, she seemed to become antsy,

I was unsure of how to process such an absurd question, and instinctively chortled as though taken aback by an off color joke. "Do they-- what? Seriously? They feel fucking amazing, Mom! This is awesome!"

Enjoy nodded with a head that seemed weighed down by the plethora of heavy thoughts swimming through her brain. "Yeah, I do. I miss feeling like this -- feeling... sexy, I guess

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"I'm just trying to hurry before somebody comes snooping around." I lied insistently oozed through her clenched fingers.

"Not yet, not yet," I chanted.

voice - soft and comforting - carried me back to my youth, imbuing her offer to juggle my balls with a confusing yet enticing hint of nostalgia.

finger reply - lazily juggled them a few more times, then reaffirmed her grip around the base with her thumb and first finger.

acceleration adoration pulled downward on the hefty eggs, proving once again that she knew exactly how to walk the line between pain and pleasure.

The stroking routine grown acquainted with my balls, the hand gripping my dong had not remained idle for long.

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Her greasy fingers tenderly hugged the sides of my shaft & closed them around the mushroom head over and over again, each time twisting her wrist in a different direction, at a new speed, and with varying degrees of strength. Her movements were wildly unpredictable, yet expertly practiced.

Her mouth hung open, and had she not licked her lips with unquestionable hunger, there would have been a trail of saliva drooling down her chin. "More kisses, please, and--" Mom drew a raspy breath through her sodden gullet. "--pull my hair, honey."

The force of her fervent stroking made a speckle of lotion splatter against her chin on the upstroke. "What is it, honey?"

The thought of decorating her spectacular coloration with cum immediately took root in my brain. "Uh-huh! Yeah! Yeah, I wanna do that!"

By the look of happiness on her face, she seemed elated to be a canvas that I desired so desperately to grace - or sully -- and I did not blame her.

I moved my left hand to the back of Mom's head, then dug in with all five fingers to firmly root them in her mane of golden hair.

That captivating sight was made even better thanks to her naked breasts - painted with the immaculate bronze marbling that I so adored - as they wobbled back and forth in tune with her energetic stroking.

I brushed my nose against hers; that elicited an adorable, high-pitched giggle from the woman

Mom slithered her tongue out and licked the opening of my mouth, trailing its tip through the slit between my lips until I inched mine out to greet her.

She took that as a bid for control that she would not willingly concede, and fought against me to be the leader in the dance of saliva-laden dominance.

Something in the back of my head urged me - It told me to cradle her face -- to gently coddle the sides of her head while we made out.

"I like having your hands on me." Mom lurched forward, desperately trying to find my mouth for another kiss. "More kisses, please, and--" Mom drew a raspy breath through her sodden gullet. "--pull my hair, honey."

I had never heard a woman moan with such overt lust, but she clearly thrived on being manhandled and did not want to conceal that truth.

I felt as though I could devour her whole. I towered over the woman who had given me the divine gift of life, holding her frail head in my powerful hands, riddled with an insurmountable hunger to consume her. The affection she gave me was of such purity, and so encompassing, that I quickly realized I did not want to ever go another day without being satiated by it-- by her.

I felt as though I could devour her whole. I towered over the woman who had given me the divine gift of life, holding her frail head in my powerful hands, riddled with an insurmountable hunger to consume her. I did not want to ever go another day without being satiated by it-- by her.

I moved my left hand to the back of Mom's head, then dug in with all five fingers to firmly root them in her mane of golden hair.

I knew that I could have lasted a couple more minutes had it not been for the serendipitous peace that she gave me-- a feeling so strong that it could only be compared to magic.

"M-Mom!" I spat out between a flurry of lashing tongues.

My dick throbbed in response, as though her encouragement - had summoned it forth.

My cock head bloated to the size of a full, ripe strawberry - with color to match, as Mom coiled a slippery mitt around it and began giving it a series of quick, cozy clenches.

I buried my tongue as deep in her throat as I could reach, hoping that her mouth would muffle the eccentric wailing. The very concept of passing seconds became nonsensical, and I would have floated blissfully for an eternity in the void where only she and I existed.

"Baby?" Mom called to me, her voice cutting through the dense fog of palpable pleasure that hung around my head.

She giggled and gave my cock -- which had barely begun to deflate -- a loving squeeze.

An utter mess of thick, sticky cum had been pasted across her sagging breasts like streaks of white paint. In addition to the gluey globs, there was a heap of watery, translucent seminal fluid that, unlike its opaque counterpart, was dribbling down over the swell of her drooping tits, following their curvature until the glistening droplets reached the undersides where they hung like beads of sweat.

The staunch, solid borders of conflicting color drawn onto her udders had been coated indiscriminately with cum, lending a sense of homogeneity to the once segregated shades. It looked as though the pristine purity of her raw magnificent tan were melting together.

Mom hopped to her feet and stood up abruptly enough to shake loose some of the blobs of baby batter. The globs that had been trickling slowly up until that point began to race towards their inevitable endpoint, wherefrom they plummeted off of her tits and fell onto her tummy below..

"Yes, honey," Mom said sternly.

Mom blew me an audible kiss, then turned to walk towards the bathroom.

All that I wanted to do was to wait for Mom to come back so we could further explore whatever it was that we had just embroiled ourselves in.

My heart thumped against my ribcage. "How I bet your tan is just as sexy on the bottom half as it is on the top!"

She tittered and gave me a sympathetic pout.

She blushed a staggering shade of red, but could not hide her enthused smile. "I, uh-- okay. Okay, sweetheart -- as long as you don't mind a bit of fur."

Her goofy grin told me that she thoroughly enjoyed being ogled so brazenly.

Breast

I was once again greeted by the immaculate etching of her bikini top that the Sun had branded onto her skin, leaving behind a ghostly outline of where its spaghetti straps had once rested whilst the surrounding flesh had been cooked to a tantalizing golden-brown.

Even the faintest jostle made them wobble in such a way that I could see them trying to peek out around the sides of her body, swaying one way and then the other in a bid to remain in the spotlight whilst the exposure of her plump ass cheeks loomed on the horizon.

She tucked the edge of her towel below the swell of her cheeks, then pulled the fabric as tightly as she could so that it formed a long, makeshift pedestal for her fat rump to rest upon. The swell of her ass was so great that, with just a little effort, she was able to snugly embed the hem of the towel beneath the crux where her the bottom of her cheek met her upper leg.

The overlapping pudge made her ass appear visibly heavy, and I imagined that,

My heart quickened its already frantic pace. "C-can you bend over?"

"Are you watching?" Mom asked rhetorically.

Mom pulled herself apart slowly, pink slit had been fully splayed open, in a deep "V." She was slightly open from how wide she had spread herself, and that small, gaping mouth called to me like a siren to a sailor.

She grabbed the corners of her towel again and held it up in front of her like a matador flashing a white cape, daring me to charge her.

Little by little, inch by inch, she gradually lowered the towel - as I had been imagining for days by that point - the chalky delineation that her bikini bottoms had left behind.

I adored the fact that she remained unshaven. It appeared to be not out of rebellion, but of comfort and ease in her body. The hair atop her pussy was full and coarse, growing naturally across her mound,

She raked her fingers through the dense bush and lightly tugged on her fur. "What do you think?" she asked.

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Mom stood as she was, wholly herself in the presence of the boy she had birthed. Whether it was the soft texture of her pudgy the way her shoulders sloped gently forward, or the subtle wrinkles that had gathered at her elbows and knees, all was laid bare for my eyes to obsessively admire.

I licked my dry lips, trying to seal the cracking skin with saliva as my cement. "I can't help it, Mom. You look phenomenal."

"They're just tan lines! I don't know why you're so obsessed -- although, I do miss having someone to appreciate... you know... me!"

A flicker in her eye told me that she was intrigued by the idea.

She gave a timid smile. "Let's just say I had a funny feeling this would happen."

"I... er..."

I cringed at the fact that she had me pegged to a tee. "Yeah, that's pretty much it."

The hairy maw was mere inches away from me, and wafted its heated steam against my cheek. I could see every individual coil of hair that made up the lush, sprawling forest.

Together, with my hand in hers, we combed my fingers through the dark brown thicket. It got caught a couple of short tug dislodged it each time.

I straightened two of my fingers and pushed them through her soggy lips, nudging apart the curtains of plush meat so that I could wedge her bulging clitoris between each of my outstretched digits.

Mom's legs were splayed out on either side of her body and bent at the knee, forming an alcove with her tuft of dark pussy hair framed in the center.

but could not tear my eyes away from the magnificent mane crowning her cunt.

I felt compelled to venture closer, summoned forth by the spellbinding trance.

She was dwarfed under my menacing frame, but the look of unabashed glee on her face carried no hint of nervousness.

the implication that I was revisiting the narrow channel I had once passed through - the one she had fought through tears and pain to deliver me through - was a powerful one.

Mom wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me against her so that my chest laid atop her sagging breasts.

They had flattened against her chest due to gravity, the once-billowing udders a single, condensed heap of wobbling flesh that sloshed to the side of her chest at the slightest roll of her shoulders.

"I'm not too heavy?" I asked.

Mom's eyes sparkled at me. "I can handle it."

I dragged the head through the sodden curtains that surrounded her tiny opening, painting her nectar across the fat knob as I lodged it inside the entrance.

Mom, hovering my face close enough to hers that the tips of our noses touched.

I loved having her so close to me that she became my sole focus.

It was the opposite of sensory deprivation - taking in as much of her as I could, hoping to immortalize every detail so that I would never forget how it felt to be that close to her-- physically and spiritually.

I thrust forward as slowly as my body would allow, barely restrained by her alluring plea. Her pussy was not merely warm, but exuded a kind of heat. The briskly air conditioned room emphasized that sensation via sharp contrast - not exactly a tan line, but having much the same effect on me. I slowly inched my way inside, to find that the torrid tunnel grew hotter as I crept deeper along its wet, convulsing walls.

allowing me to gently slide my dick into the tightly compacted pocket without pausing a single time-- though she did treat it to a plethora of lovingly tight hugs when she would constrict her cunt muscles.

"Good boy," Mom chanted in my ear. "Goooooood boy, that's it."

I dug at the bedsheets with my feet, trying to find the leverage that would allow me to jam another girthy inch into her.

I unleashed a mighty groan as my cock head wedged against her cervix. I pushed it against the spongy wall, instinctively trying to burrow my way as deep as I could go. Just as I had felt the mouth of her womb kiss the knob, so too had I felt the fluffy carpet atop her pussy mound tickling my groin.

"Oh, honey," Mom mewed seductively. "You made it all fit, didn't you?"

I imagined there would be wisps of steam curling off of it when I eventually pulled out of her, evidence that even the jealous, equatorial Sun had competition.

I pushed those hazardous thoughts

and so made it my mission to push myself right up to the brink for the sake of her pleasure. It was a lofty dream, but Mom made me feel like I could do anything.

When my dick plunged through the tiny tube of squelching, pink meat, my entire nervous system went into overdrive.

when I reached the bottom, it took some serious mental fortitude to not devolve into a whimpering husk.

I sank my fingers in to the pudgy globes until my knuckles cracked, then used the grip to empower my next thrust.

The mushy fuck-tunnel convulsed mightily around me, as though trying to strangle the life out of my furiously throbbing cock, but Mom was so profusely wet that she could not stop my forceful fucking no matter how tightly she might squeeze.

One pump at a time, her juices were churned into a rich, creamy broth that saturated my entire dick when it was safely embedded inside.

nectar oozed out from

powerful convulsions serving to eject another frothy dollop.

I could feel each bead trickle down over my tightly pulled ball sack when I bottomed out, which encouraged me to further bludgeon her cervix with my spongy battering ram.

our momentum was brought to a screeching halt by the sound of a key card unlocking the door to her suite.

Click-- whiiirrrr. Bzzt!

"Fuck! Not now!" Mom exclaimed with equal doses of fear and white-hot rage.

I was in such a daze that I had hardly noticed the sound, and could have easily written it off as trivial if doing so would have allowed me to cum.

"Roll with me," she demanded curtly.

As a singular entity, we rolled our bodies in unison so that she was the one on top.

"Shh!" she hissed into my ear as she threw a pillow on top of my face to muffle the end of my sentence. By the feel of things, it seemed as though Mom folded her arms on top of the pillow, and then rested her head atop her crossed arms, likely to downplay the bulky figure trapped underneath her.

Mom had covered us up in a way that looked inconspicuous.

"Hey there, hun," I heard him say. He sounded drunk.

Mom stifled a gasp, but I was close enough to hear the tail end of it slip through her pursed lips. "Well, me neither!"

"Hmm. He's gon be ogay. Mighta been he gotta hot date!"

Mom squirmed on top of me. "Yeah, uh, maybe!"

"Psst," I whispered through the pillow. "He's in the bathroom! I can sneak out!"

"Hush," she said, and it brooked no dissent or disobedience - but then, she was also still squeezing me with her pussy.

"Mixed messages" would have been putting it mildly. She was purely a woman -- one that had already given up control to her raging horniness, succumbing to the intoxicating lust in which we had embroiled ourselves.

I heard the toilet flush, indicating that the moment of truth was nigh.

She accented her point. Even in his lumbering state of drunkenness.

"Ye-uh," Dad slurred.

read a person without seeing their body language. "Well, ogay. I'm jus habby youre feeling beddur. Gimmie a kiss 'fore I go."

Dad groaned in frustration. "Ogay, ogayyyy, fine. Ranchek? Or--" He hiccupped grotesquely. "Rain check?"

"That was scary!"

That made her giggle. "That's why it was fun! I thought you were gonna wimp out."

I licked my lips to communicate back to her the same insatiable hunger that I saw burning passionately in her eyes. "What do I get, then?"

Mom set back on her haunches, shedding the covers off of her body to expose her naked breasts. She cupped them from below and dug her fingers into the soft, pillowy pudge. "What do you want?"

Mom purred lustily. "Really, really?"

I nodded emphatically. "Really! Please, Mom, just say yes so I can stop holding back!"

She rolled her eyes playfully as she shuffled her ass from side to side.

Mom purred lustily. "Really, really?"

I nodded emphatically. "Really! Please, Mom, just say yes so I can stop holding back!"

She rolled her eyes playfully as she shuffled her ass from side to side.

She tossed it back with every ounce of strength she could muster, plunging my dick to the hilt.

Mom repeated the pattern and quickly fell into a smooth rhythm that saw her slowly ascending the length of my dick, massaging the length on her way up towards the tip. Then she would plummet back down to the root and swallow my entire dong back into her buttery sheath.

Her thumbs were locked so tightly that I thought she would leave behind a bruise when she was done with me, but I was willing to endure any amount of pain for the pleasure that was just about to come.

Her tits bounced around chaotically, swinging back and forth from the tremendous momentum she was generating.

The collisions created a cacophony that, when paired with the almost metronomic pattern of her ass clapping my thighs, created a deeply lecherous symphony.

My balls were being doused with the droplets of nectar falling freely from her cunt. Its slackened mouth had become so loose in the wake of her energetic bouncing that it was making loud squelching sounds every time she dropped her ass.

Then she mashed her lips against mine, sloppily thrusting her tongue into my mouth, but my mind was elsewhere. I could not even return her generous kisses; I could only cry out under the weight of insurmountable pleasure.

I closed my eyes, though it didn't make much difference. I was blinded not by darkness, but by galaxies of frenzied stars. "F-fuck, Mom!"

The veins on my dick felt poised to tear, pulsating with such palpable energy that the entire length felt foreign to me.

Mom clench around me while I came was causing me to produce more cum than ever before. As the next few ropes flew out of me, they felt so inexplicably voluminous that I could feel my piss sit expanding to accommodate the width of each fat, chunky cable.

From that raw, worn hole came a trickle of cum that ran over my balls, leaving a slimy trail behind on its way down.

She huffed into my neck. "You certainly are not sorry. That much I know. Besides, I'm not complaining. I haven't been this full in years."

"And... you like it?"

Mom snuggled against my chest. "I missed it. Feels nice to be full again."

She snickered. "You let me worry about laundry, young man. At least one of us has to go back to the pool before the others get suspicious."

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Sun dekh smell

Panic attack 5 thing

cunt I'm fumble stop some stuff snot dripping, claim of assail dreading the sight of her floatation dripping onto bayonet.

sneak flutter back is this the way to incentify

Meeting conference

The case of the sneak prebendal, wiggle room is design as it has all the right attributes

Pussy feel sad

I complied, as she angled, cataclysm felt icky with elicitation

strait straightened getting frizzy from the humid shadows a bit whorish

The large doors of the barn were open, and I could see the vaguesilhouette of my father trying to shoe our donkey. Blue, who by every definition, was a jackass. He had always had a foul temperament, and he made even the simplest tasks way harder than they ought to be.

"Damnit, Blue, stop being so difficult!"

My father's voice carried across the yard and was followed by the obnoxiousbraying of Blue's protest.

"You need a hand Dad?" I asked, as I stepped into the barn.

Before waiting for a response, I grabbed a handful of feed and walked over to Blue, offering him a treat. This seemed to mollify the indignant donkey as he accepted the offering before him.

A brief smile flickered across his face before it quickly faded into a grimace.

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