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The flames crackled warmly as night fully settled in. Mom and Dad told old family stories, laughing and roasting marshmallows. I sat across from Damon, pretending to listen, but my eyes kept drifting to him. The way the firelight danced across his sharp jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his chest… all I could think about was getting fucked. Nothing more. My pussy was aching, clenching rhythmically, dripping so much I was sure the insides of my thighs were slick.

“Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!” Damien leaned over him, biting his shoulder as he fucked him even harder. “That’s it. Let me hear you. Moan for your stepbrother like the needy little slut you are.” Elias couldn’t stop. Every thrust dragged another loud, desperate sound from his throat. “Ahh…! Mmmh…! Fuck…! Damien…! Harder… please… unngh…!” His voice was wrecked, his moans getting louder and more incoherent the closer he got. He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him.

She set the plates on the counter beside the range and kissed my shoulder, "Are you sure you're sixty-five? I kind of figured a man that old would pass out after cumming once. I still don't believe what we did. Damn, Pops... anytime you want more, just say so. I'm a little sore this morning, but I won't ever turn you down. That was the best sex of my life. No guy has ever been able to make me cum, and you fucked me through 3 or 4 orgasms." I shoveled the eggs, bacon and toast onto our plates, tilted her head back and kissed her, "Sweetheart, I know what we've done is wrong, but somehow, I hope it never ends. You're my baby girl, my Pumpkin. Your Mom would kill both of us if she ever found ou

A few hours later. I can't say I'm fully drunk; I'm a bit beyond tipsy, but I can still navigate. However, Elena is completely out of her mind drunk. We sway and dance unsteadily as we make our way to our rooms. I do my best to steady both Elena and myself as I pull her along to her room. Once inside her room, we collapse onto her bed. She turns away and starts laughing. "You're so drunk, Iron Man. I miss Diego, I hate Diego, I hate my mother, I hate everyone—except for Daddy."

Our bodies moved together, me grinding on Jake’s face while Sarah fucked his cock. I reached down and rubbed Sarah’s clit as she rode him. “You look so hot taking his cock, Mom. Your pussy is creaming all over him.” She moaned louder, bouncing faster. “He feels so good, baby. So much thicker than I imagined. Touch me more—make Mommy cum on your stepbrother’s dick.” I rubbed her clit furiously while we made out. Jake’s tongue was magic beneath me—lapping at my clit, sucking my lips, occasionally dipping to my asshole. The vibrations of his groans as Sarah rode him pushed me toward another orgasm.

My face burns, but Emily only grins wider, like embarrassment is the point. We laughed. “Or you get drunk and climb into some hot guy’s car by mistake, thinking it’s your Uber…” Sonia cut in, already halfway through her drink. “And out of kindness, he takes you home. Then boom—you bang. Drunk sex is the best! Whooo!” If Sonia didn’t have a different last name, I’d swear she and Emily were sisters. Their wildness is always dialed up to cloud nine. Me? I’m just the odd one out.

The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them. Would that it would happen for real, thought Elliot desperately as he considered ordering another drink. It didn’t look as if she was coming in tonight. Two small beers later, he felt the urge to visit the men’s room and as‘he trudged wearily in its direction, he decided that once he’d dealt with his natural function, he’d cut his losses and leave. When

Soon, Dad passed out, his face pale. But Mom was unaware of it. She seemed to be in a state of paranoia, thinking that she could only win back Dad's love by doing this. I sat on the bed, quietly feeling everything that happened. Until the end, I didn't make any calls for help. After all, it was nothing but karma. They got what they deserved. It was only when Mom snapped out of her mania that she hurriedly acted. Blood had dripped from the bed and formed a small puddle. When she stepped on it, she even stumbled from the slipperiness.

I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts. Now all Luke wanted was more blood, his gaze fixed on the kitchen, on the refrigerator. Inside it was the animal blood I'd stocked for Lucien. "Daddy, can I have a drink before bed? Please?" Lucien stiffened and refused instinctively, his tone sharp. "No. You've had too much rare steak today." The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake. He paused, softened his voice. "Why don't you ask your mom? If she says it's okay, then fine."

We shook hands after mom introduced me in the same way, then began to walk around admiring the clubhouse and view of the nearby lake. After a little while, we found ourselves standing against a corner of the patio in our customary position with mom leaning her back against my chest with my arms around her waist as we chatted casually with another couple in their late 20s or early 30s. They were nice and were casually sipping on drinks as mom and I shared a glass of punch between ourselves. As we chatted, mom and I noticed that the other couple was getting a little tipsy as they continued to refill their drinks. After about 20-30 minutes the other woman began a conversation about their sex li