Age of Lust: Starting with Milfs-Chapter 62: Mother Cersei!!!

"Ride me while they eat you out." I said to Lyra.

Sela and Tira knelt, tongues alternating on Lura’s clit and my balls while Lyra bounced on my dick, her tits heaving each time she impaled herself on my dick.

"Keep licking us there." I said to the twins.

One twin dipped into her folds around my shaft, the other tonguing my sack.

Suddenly.

Tira slid fingers into Lyra’s ass, three deep, twisting. "How do you like getting double stuffed sister? Does it make you wanna cum?"

"It does!" Lyra did cum right after she screamed, orgasm ripping through as she ground down, pussy flooding.

I thrust up, cumming inside her again, the overflow caught by the twins’ eager mouths.

We collapsed in a heap, bodies slick and spent, but hands still wandered—fingertips tracing welts, lips brushing skin.

"That was insane," Lyra panted, nestled between Sela and Tira.

"We need this every day." The twins nodded, Sela nuzzling my neck, speaking against my skin.

"You’re ours now, Daddy."

"And all three of you are mine." I replied.

Tira kissed my thigh. "Next time, let us be the main focus of your desire while we play with big sister."

I chuckled, cock twitching at the thought.

"Deal. Now go shower. Then we will begin round two."

We stumbled to the bathroom, water cascading over us as hands soaped bodies, fingers probing holes anew.

Under the spray, I bent Sela over, fucking her pussy against the wall while Tira and Lyra kissed, fingers in each other’s asses. Thrusts echoed with the water, building to another shared climax, cum mixing with suds down the drain.

By afternoon, we’d migrated to the bed, a pile of limbs and moans.

I took Tira missionary, legs over shoulders, pounding deep while Sela sat on her face and Lyra rode my hand.

Tira muffled cries vibrated through Sela, who fingered Lyra’s clit alongside my digits. Orgasms chained—Lyra first, squirting on my palm, then Sela grinding to release, finally Tira clenching as I filled her ass this round.

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The sun was already high when I woke up the next morning, my body aching in the best way from the marathon with Lyra and the twins.

The house was quiet—too quiet.

Lyra had slipped out early for some errands, and the twins had gone out hunting. All we had done yesterday had filled them up with mana and the strength to fight back against the invasion of the monster abyss.

I decided after thinking for a while.

Today my Mom—Cersei—would be the target of my lust.

I hadn’t seen her since I started bedding Lyra and the Twins, and the thought of her sent a forbidden thrill through me.

Cersei was in her early forties, but she looked a decade younger—curvy hips, full breasts that strained against her blouses, and long dark hair that cascaded down her back. She had always been close with the original owner, maybe too close, with lingering hugs and knowing glances that hinted at something unspoken.

I knew she was a lustful woman in need of a dick. She would.break easy. I would break into her easy!

I threw on boxers and a t-shirt, padding downstairs to the kitchen.

There she was, bending over to grab something from the fridge, her yoga pants hugging her round ass like a second skin.

The fabric stretched taut over her cheeks, outlining the cleft between them.

She straightened, turning with a jug of orange juice, her tank top dipping low enough to show the swell of her cleavage.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she said, smiling warmly, but her eyes flicked over my disheveled state, lingering on the tent in my boxers.

"Looks like you played too much with your sisters? You look... exhausted."

I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms to flex subtly. "Yeah, that I sure did. I would love to play with you too, Mom."

I stepped closer, inhaling her scent—fresh soap and a hint of vanilla lotion.

She blushed at my words, our gaze met. Electricity sparked there, and I held her gaze a beat too long.

She blushed more, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. We stood there in silence for a moment, the tension in the air thickening.

I could see her nipples pebbling under the thin tank, and I made no intention to hide my lust for her, my tent poking her fleshy thighs.

Cersei turned around, unable to hold my gaze any longer, and I moved behind her, close enough that my chest nearly touched her back.

"Let me have you, mom," I murmured, reaching around her for a grab at her tits.

My hands grabbed her tits, and she stiffened up but didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned back just a fraction, her ass brushing my crotch.

My cock hardened instantly, pressing against the soft give of her cheek through our clothes.

She gasped softly, freezing. "Ray... what are you—"

I didn’t let her finish. My hands went down and settled on her hips, thumbs tracing the waistband of her yoga pants.

"hh, Mom. Just relax. You’ve been working so hard for our sake since father died. Let me take care of you for once."

My voice dropped low, seductive, lips close to her ear.

She trembled, but her body betrayed her, arching subtly into my touch. I slid one hand up her side, under the hem of her tank, fingers splaying over the warm skin of her stomach. It was soft, yielding, and I felt the rapid flutter of her breath.

"This isn’t right. You are my son. How can I use you for Khushi," she whispered, but her hand came up to cover mine, not pushing it away—instead, pressing it firmer against her.

Emboldened, I cupped her breast through the fabric, thumb circling the hard nipple. It poked insistently, begging for attention. "Feels right to me," I replied, squeezing her tits gently.

She moaned, a quiet sound that went straight to my groin. I kneaded her tit, feeling its weight, the way it overflowed my palm.

Her head fell back against my shoulder, exposing her neck, and I nipped at the skin there, sucking lightly to leave a faint mark.

We stayed like that for minutes, my other hand roaming her hip, dipping lower to trace the seam of her pants over her mound.

She was heating up, the fabric dampening under my fingers. ’Ray... we can’t. I am your mother. You came out of my pussy. It would be wrong to have you back there."

Her protest died as I pinched her nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

"I see nothing wrong with shoving my prick up the hole I came out grom. You’ve always been there for me. Let me show you how much I appreciate it."

I turned her slowly, facing her now, and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

She hesitated, then parted her mouth, tongue tentatively meeting mine. The kiss deepened, hungry, her hands clutching my shirt as I backed her against the counter.

Breaking away, I tugged at her tank top, lifting it up. "Let me take it off. I want to see the tits I grew up drinking milk from."

Her eyes were dark with lust, cheeks flushed, but she raised her arms, letting me peel the shirt over her head.

Her breasts spilled free—no bra, just pale globes with rosy areolas the size of quarters, nipples thick and erect. They jiggled as the top came off, and I groaned, palming them both.

"God, Mom, you’re beautiful. So fucking perfect."

I bent down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my tongue lashed the tip. She arched, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer. "Oh... yes, suck it—harder."

I lavished attention on her tits, alternating sides, biting gently to make her gasp. My hands worked her pants down, thumbs hooking into the waistband and shoving them to her thighs.

She kicked them off along with her panties, a simple cotton pair soaked through at the crotch.

Now she stood naked before me, body on full display—curves in all the right places, a trimmed patch of dark hair above her pussy lips, which were already swollen and parted, glistening with arousal. Her thighs quivered, and I dropped to my knees, hands gripping her hips to steady her.

"Spread your legs, Mom. Let me taste you."

She complied, feet parting shoulder-width, exposing her fully. Her pussy was pink and wet, folds slick, clit peeking out like a pearl.

The scent hit me—musky, feminine, intoxicating. I leaned in, nose brushing her mound, inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good, and I can’t you will get so wet for your son. You must really want a dick.’’

She whimpered, one hand on my head. I started slow, lips pressing kisses along her inner thighs, nipping the sensitive skin. Then my tongue flicked out, tracing her outer lips, lapping up the juices that trickled down.

’’Ray... oh god,’’ she breathed, hips twitching.

I spread her with my thumbs, opening her up, and dove in, tongue flat against her slit from bottom to top. Her flavor exploded on my taste buds—salty-sweet, tangy. I sucked her labia into my mouth, one then the other, tugging gently.

She bucked, moaning louder. ’’Yes—eat me, baby. Lick Mommy’s pussy.’’

The naughty words spurred me on; I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, light at first, then firmer, feeling it swell under my attention.

Juices flowed freely now, coating my chin, dripping onto the floor. I plunged my tongue into her hole, fucking her with it, curling to scoop out more nectar. She tasted divine, and I hummed against her, the vibration making her knees buckle.

"Don’t stop. Suck it all out!" She said to me as I ate her pussy.

I latched onto her clit, sucking hard like a vacuum, while two fingers slid into her entrance. She was soaked, walls clenching around my digits as I pumped them slowly, matching the rhythm of my mouth.