Chapter 58 — Mother Got Taken In front Of her Son.

Kael didn’t look away. He turned back to Suna, who was already positioned perfectly for him.

"Bend down, Aunt," Kael commanded, his voice low and authoritative. Suna arched her back, her posture shifting from defensive to compliant, presenting herself to him as she let out a shaky, desperate breath.

Kael grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft, yielding skin. Before he could push in, Suna looked back over her shoulder, her eyes misty and dark with lust.

"Use saliva, Kael... make it easy for me, I want to feel all of you."

Kael leaned down, holding the tip of his cock in front of Suna’s face. "Aunt, listen. You need to apply pressure right here—right on the ridge. That’s what gives me the most pleasure. If anyone can master this, it’s you."

Suna, lost in the chaotic symphony of moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slapping of flesh, didn’t question him.

She leaned forward, her tongue flicking over his tip, her mouth clamping down with a new, frantic intensity.

She took him back in, the schlop-schlop of her mouth sounding like a vacuum, her eyes fixed on him with a hungry, desperate devotion.

Kael didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and shoved his cock into her mouth.

Suna leaned into Kael’s guidance, her trust in his intent serving as the foundation for their intimacy.

She took his cock into her mouth with intent, focusing on the friction against her throat.

Each time he pushed deep, reaching the sensitive reaches of her windpipe, a jolt of raw stimulation flooded her senses.

Slurp. Gulp.

He drove it deep into her throat, forcing her to take the length of him.

Suna gagged, her hands flying up to clutch his thighs, her mouth working around his shaft with a wet, sloppy sound.

Shhhk, shhhk, shhhk.

"That’s it, Aunt," Kael grunted, his hips moving in aggressive, piston-like thrusts.

"Take it all."

Suna tried to protest the dominance, a muffled sound escaping her throat, but Kael simply slammed his hips forward, burying his cock deeper and effectively silencing her.

Every time she tried to mumble, he pushed further, his rhythm relentless. After a few brutal thrusts, Suna’s resistance crumbled.

The slow, methodical sliding of his length back and forth created a rhythm that she found deeply intoxicating, causing her vaginal lips to twitch in anticipation.

She stopped struggling, her eyes glazing over as she focused on the sensation, the rhythmic slurp-slap of his cock moving in and out of her mouth filling the room.

Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the sensation, Kael pulled back, leaving her mouth empty.

She looked up at him, her expression a mixture of desire and irritation. Without explanation, Kael moved behind her, positioning himself at her back.

Satisfied with her progress, he pressed the tip of his cock against her anus, testing her resistance for a moment before gripping her shoulders and thrusting forward in one fluid, sudden motion.

Rip. Slide.

Suna let out a sharp, jagged cry, her entire body shuddering, her back arching.

"Ah! Kael... oh god, it’s so deep!"

"Why did you do that?" she gasped, looking back at him with fire in her eyes.

"My apologies, Aunt," Kael murmured, his voice calm and deliberate. "My foot slipped. It won’t happen again."

Suna suspected the move had been entirely calculated, but she lacked the will to challenge him.

As she adjusted her body to accommodate him, the sensation of his cock rubbing against her tight, internal walls sent a surge of heat through her, causing her to drip with arousal.

She felt a desperate need to reach her peak, but Kael was playing a game of restraint.

He pounded her asshole with maddeningly slow speed, the sound of his skin slapping against her wet cheeks ringing out in the room.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Move faster, Kael," she commanded, her voice strained."Move faster, Kael," she commanded, her voice strained.

He leaned into her ear, his hand firm as he gripped her hair. "Beg me, Aunt."He leaned into her ear, his hand firm as he gripped her hair. "Beg me, Aunt."

The demand hung in the air. Suna’s eyes glazed over, her sanity fraying at the edges. She refused to give him the satisfaction of the words, but the way he thrust—slow, deep, and maddeningly rhythmic—was breaking down her defenses.

Across the room, the scene was mirrored with equal intensity. Kyro watched the display with a mix of awe and arousal, his own focus sharpened by the sight of Kael exerting control over his mother.

His own pace against Elara quickened, his breaths hitching as he fed off the collective energy in the room.

He was determined to last, pumping with a frantic, desperate energy, terrified that this might be the only time he could bridge the gap between curiosity and experience.

Kyro was lost in the wet, rhythmic friction of Elara’s body, his thrusts becoming deep and desperate.

"You’re so tight, Elara... I’m going to finish inside you, I swear!"

"Do it, Kyro! Fuck me until I can’t walk!" Elara cried out, her voice cracking as Kyro drove in, his cock hitting her womb with every rhythmic, violent thrust.

Back with Suna, Kael sensed her nearing the edge.

Every time her muscles began their rhythmic contractions, signaling the approach of her climax, he would slow his movements, pulling the pleasure just out of her grasp.

He wanted to see how far he could push her. Suna, feeling the moisture soak the floor beneath her, eventually hit her breaking point.

The frustration of being denied her release became too much to bear.

"Please, Kael," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Move faster now."

Kael smirked. He pinched her nipple firmly while his other hand found her clitoris, teasing it with precision.

Suna was keening now, her voice a series of rhythmic, guttural moans as Kael dominated her from behind.

"Yes! Kael, faster... give it to me! I can’t take how good this feels!"

The room was filled with the sounds of four people lost in their own separate, yet simultaneous, acts of indulgence.

Kael continued to drive deep into Suna, his movements becoming more animalistic with every passing second, while Kyro, fueled by the sight of his mother being taken by his friend, lost himself completely in the wet, rhythmic friction of Elara’s pussy.

Suna’s head fell back, her vision blurred, and the world vanished in a wave of overwhelming sensation.

She collapsed onto the floor, her body spent and limp. Sensing the shift, Kyro reached his own peak, emptying himself into Elara as Kael took a few final, powerful strokes to reach his own release deep within Suna.