Heir of the Forbidden Spell

In case you didn't know, all the characters present in this story are of legal age. DON'T WORRY: NO LAWS ARE BEING VIOLATED.

Upon entering her house, Amélia heard strange sounds coming from the living room. Her son Mark was penetrating his own grandmother's ass. He moved quickly and occasionally slapped one of her buttocks.

She sighed in relief; I didn't expect them to get along so well.

"Mom," said Mark. He released the old woman as soon as his eyes noticed his mother's presence.

The boy hugged his mother tightly. His right hand slid to her ass and he squeezed.

"I missed you so much," Amelia said as she returned the hug.

Mark left his mother. He quickly got rid of her blouse and bra.

"Thank you. I was feeling uncomfortable."

"You're welcome, Mom," Mark said and then gave his dear mother a long kiss on the lips.

"Mark!!", the boy heard the familiar voice coming from behind him.

Unlike his wife, Sarith got rid of her clothes as soon as she got out of the car, revealing her beautiful, big black breasts and hairy vagina.

"Mommy," Mark and Sarith quickly hugged; the boy had other priorities.

Sarith farted loudly as she felt her son poking her anus six times in a row.

"Oops, I think my ass wants to talk," Sarith joked. "But that's what you get for raping a woman's ass."

"Yeah, it's my fault," Mark laughed. "What have you been eating?

"You didn't see anything. Your mother suffered much more in the car."

Mark knew she wasn't lying. When it came to farting, Sarith was the most dangerous woman he knew; this made her one of the most attractive as well.

"I'd be happy to smell some more"

"I don't have one. Ask your mother"

Amelia smiled looking at her son. His stock was empty.

"I have nothing here," she said as she rubbed her thin belly. "Maybe after dinner."

Even after 8 slices of pizza slices, Amelia couldn't even release a single fart. That shouldn't be a problem... Why was she so worried about satisfying a man's stupid fetish? Was it because he was your son?

No...

Anyway, she and her darling went to bed shortly after eating. Mark took his grandmother to his room, where they would probably fuck all night... She laughed; Something like this shouldn't happen...Right?

It was during the middle of the night that she heard her bedroom door open.

"Mark?", Amelia turned on the lamp and saw that it was her dear son who had decided to pay a visit in the middle of the night.

"What it was?"

"Sally's ass is hurting and my dick is really hard. I won't be able to even if someone sucks my dick."

"You can just masturbate like any other man," Amelia thought, but it didn't feel right to say it out loud.

Instead, it seemed more appropriate to kneel down and suck her son's dick for around 10 minutes until hot milk - the same one that, now cold, was in her dear mother's ass - ran down her throat.. She took it all like a good girl; just as mommy taught her.

"Thanks, Mom, you're as good as Grandma. Well, maybe almost as good.

"You're sweet. Your old lady may not have sucked a dick in years, but she knows what she's doing. I think it might be like riding a bike: When you learn, you never forget."

Amelia was ready to go back to sleep the moment Mark approached the bed and took Sarith into his arms. He carried her down the hall and came back with Sally in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Amelia asked, confused.

"Thanks, Mom, you're as good as Grandma. Well, maybe almost as good.

"You're sweet. Your old lady may not have sucked a dick in years, but she knows what she's doing. I think it might be like riding a bike: When you learn, you never forget."

Amelia was ready to go back to sleep the moment Mark approached the bed and took Sarith into his arms. He carried her down the hall and came back with Sally in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Amelia asked, confused.

"Just making a change. I want to be around when the cannons fire."

It made sense that after so many slices of cheese pizza, Sarith would become a ticking time bomb.

But is it normal for her to be so worried about whether her gassy wife would please her son?

Yes, she was a good mother.

Sarith woke up the next morning without understanding why he was in his son's room. She walked to the bathroom and washed her face.

"Good morning, Sarith", a recognizable male voice said and then she felt a heavy hand slapping her big ass.

"What the fuck..." She got another slap just as hard as the last.

"Your ass looks amazing this morning," said her son (stepson, that is).

Bent over the sink, she had forgotten for a brief moment that this was her beloved(?) and dear(?) son; It could only be him.

Thank you for reading another part of our beloved hero's journey into incest. Stay tuned for the third and final part, in which we will reveal the origin of his mysterious powers.