"F-fuck~ f-fuck~ b-big~ t-too big... E-Ethan... filling mommy so much, aghn~~" Amelia’s drunken voice rang through the room, high-pitched and sweet, broken by shrill squeals that escaped her lips with every throbbing pulse of her son’s cock buried deep inside her.

The alcohol still clouded her mind, mingling with the overwhelming pleasure crashing through her body.

Her hands opened and slid down over Ethan’s powerful chest, her palms pressing against her son’s sweat-slick skin.

Trembling fingers traced the outline of each defined muscle as she searched for some kind of anchor amid the drunken haze fogging her mind.

In that position, with her hands nearly joined at the center of his chest, her arms squeezed both sides of her enormous breasts, sinking deep into the massive flesh that spilled around her biceps from every direction.

Above Ethan, those mountains of pale, milky flesh seemed too heavy to be supported by her delicate torso, hanging with obscene weight over his face and chest. Her pink, puffy nipples oozed thick strands of warm milk that dripped down onto his skin in slow, sticky rivulets.

Ethan let out a hoarse sigh as Amelia’s pussy contracted around his cock, its hot, wet inner walls milking every inch of him with ravenous hunger.

His hands rose to her breasts, fingers spread as wide as they would go, yet still unable to encompass even a fraction of that vast expanse of milky flesh.

He squeezed the sides firmly, and jets of breast milk—warm, creamy, and sweet—shot from her puffy nipples, splattering against his cheeks and chest in thick, obscene streams.

"N-no... E-Ethan... I’m your mother... this isn’t right, I—" A brief flicker of clarity cut through the alcoholic haze in Amelia’s mind, her unfocused eyes struggling to lock onto her son’s face.

She began to move her hips slowly, trying to push herself up and off him.

Yet before even half of Ethan’s cock could slip from her pussy’s tight grip, delicate hands pressed down firmly on her shoulders. Ysara shoved her back down, forcing her to swallow every last centimeter of that thick, throbbing shaft once more.

"Nghnnn~~ AGHN~~!" Amelia moaned loudly, an obscene grunt ripping through her throat as her body was forced to take Ethan’s cock all the way down to the base again, every centimeter burying itself deep inside her drooling walls.

Ysara smiled, her face flushed from the wine and overflowing with pure desire, as she slowly crawled across the massive bed.

"Hm~~ Little Ethan... No... you’re b-big Ethan now... love..." The words tumbled out jumbled and slurred, as if she was too drunk to even follow her own thoughts. "You’re giving your naughty mommy’s tight little pussy a good pounding, aren’t you? Auntie Ysara wants some too..."

She didn’t even give Ethan time to answer, casually draping a leg over his face and settling there without the slightest hint of ceremony.

"Oh... shit, she’s just like Evelyn," Ethan sighed, his eyes widening as he watched that plump, milky ass descend slowly toward his face.

Her fat, puffy, juicy pussy was already dripping wet, its swollen lips glistening with love juice that trickled down her inner thighs in slow, sticky strands.

Naturally, Ethan didn’t refuse the invitation to serve as a seat for that divine ass.

His hands gripped her pale ass cheeks tightly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh as if it were made of warm butter, while his face was engulfed by a sea of incomparable softness that pressed down around him from every side.

His tongue slipped from his mouth, gliding between the plump, glistening lips of her pussy, and a strangely sweet taste flooded his tastebuds in an instant.

An Awakened woman’s pussy was, without a shadow of a doubt, divine... They were capable of controlling even their own taste and scent.

Ethan’s hands clenched even tighter around the round cheeks of that plump ass, his fingers leaving reddish crescents on her milky skin as the soft flesh bulged obscenely between them.

At the same time, the tip of his tongue found Ysara’s swollen clitoris, pressing firmly against it before tracing small, rapid circles around that sensitive little pearl.

"Oghnn~~ g-gentle, Ethan..." Ysara shuddered from head to toe, a moan heavy with pleasure escaping her golden lips. "Auntie hasn’t felt a man’s touch in over five hundred years..."

"Slutty slut..." Amelia murmured, still impaled on Ethan’s cock, her eyes fluttering shut as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "My Ethan... so good... so big... filling mommy up so much."

Ysara just laughed, leaning forward and pressing herself flush against Amelia.

Their breasts collided between their bodies—Ysara’s already so massive that no man’s hand could hope to encircle them, yet Amelia’s at least twice their size.

The mountains of pale flesh crushed against one another in a veritable kiss of tender skin, their pink nipples grinding together as thick strands of warm milk trickled between them, running in creamy streams down the valley of their bellies.

Ysara’s hands slid down, gripping Amelia’s hips and slowly lifting her halfway up along Ethan’s cock, opening just over ten centimeters of space for him to move his hips freely.

Ethan, of course, didn’t waste the opportunity.

If he was going to fuck both of them, then he’d do it right.

Keeping his focus on Ysara’s pussy, he snapped his hips upward with force, driving his cock deep into Amelia’s dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.

The unparalleled grip of a powerful Specialist clamped around him in rippling spasms, while the other woman’s nectar dripped freely down his chin.

His hips slammed up against Amelia’s plump buttocks, the impact sending shockwaves rolling through the soft, ample flesh, both cheeks jiggling wildly against his thighs.

He pulled back the next moment, only to erupt upward at full speed again, their bodies colliding with a wet, obscene thud.

Amelia’s eyes rolled back, her mouth breaking open in a sweet, obscene moan as whatever self-control she had left dissolved into nothing.

Soon, an obscene symphony echoed through the room, the wet slaps of skin against skin mingling with the uncontrolled moans that tore from both women’s throats.

The voices of those two mature beauties wove together in a lewd melody, their bodies pressed firmly against one another, sweat and milk and juices smearing between them in a sticky, glistening mess.

"Ah~ Y-you’re such a bitch... impaled on your own son’s cock~ aghnn~ fufufu~~" Ysara teased, pulling a bottle of wine from the green fairy’s spatial ring with a slightly unsteady motion.

"Mghnn~~ n-no... it’s just that... Ethan’s cock feels so good... I’m going to... you... aghnn~" Amelia closed her eyes, surrendering herself completely to the flood of pleasure.

Ysara pulled back slightly, her sweat-slick breasts peeling away from Amelia’s with a wet, obscene sound.

She brought the wine bottle to her lips, took a single long sip, then tilted it against Amelia’s mouth, forcing her to part her lips.

"Nghghnn~~ w-why are you drinking like that... imagining yourself sucking Ethan’s cock?" Ysara teased in a mature, drunken voice.

Long strands of alcohol trickled down Amelia’s chin and dripped onto her heavy, milk-swollen breasts, which wobbled with every powerful thrust of Ethan’s hips against her ass.

Ethan slapped Ysara’s ass hard.

His palm cracked against the plump cheek with a sharp, ringing snap, the flesh caving deep beneath his hand before rebounding in a shockwave that rippled through the entire globe and crashed into its twin.

At the same time, he channeled a thread of aura to the tip of his tongue, making it vibrate intensely against Ysara’s soaking-wet pussy.

In the next moment, even the more composed of the two women completely lost control.

Ethan wanted to make them both come at the same time.