Chapter 299 - 305: To The Bedroom

"Ahnn... please don’t make me say it..." Natasha sobbed softly, yet her tongue never stopped working over the clone’s head. "He... he can rest in peace now... His was so small... nothing like yours. Your cock is so huge, so manly... slurp, slurp..."

"Oh, is that so? How pathetic," Quinn laughed, thrusting deeper into her core. "So what about your son, then? Heh, did you ever masturbate secretly while listening to him and his partner making love?"

"Nghn... n-no! I don’t know anything about that! Elaine never makes any sound at all..."

Quinn grinned wickedly, looking down at the utterly ruined, panting mother beneath him as his clone continued to feed her his length.

Well, your own mother just threw you right under the bus, kid. How utterly pitiful, Quinn thought to himself, driving his hips forward with maximum force to shatter whatever tiny shred of innocence she had left.

"You really are a hopeless slut to be saying things like that, Natasha," Quinn growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he shoved his thick length deep into her stretched, dripping rear end. "How about you officially register yourself as one of my slutty mothers?"

"Ahn... ahnn! Is there... is there really such a thing?" Natasha gasped, her tongue darting out to eagerly lick his heavy testicles as they bounced against her chin. "Ahnn... I wouldn’t complain at all if you added me to something like that..."

Her shameless response was an absolute surrender, making it unmistakably clear that she had completely abandoned her pride to become his personal plaything.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Heh, that’s what I like to hear," Quinn chuckled darkly. "Now take every last drop of my load!"

With a harsh, final plunge, Quinn pumped another massive volley of hot seed deep into her tight, trembling depths, utterly filling her core. At the same time, he sprayed a thick, heavy shower of white fluid directly across her face. It coated her skin from her forehead down to her trembling chin, dripping over her lips as she willingly stuck her tongue out with a dazed, blissful smile on her face.

"Consider this a holy blessing, Natasha," Quinn grunted, slowly pulling his glistening shaft free with a wet pop. "Ahh, what a lovely day to break you in."

He took a step back, thoroughly satisfied with how absolute his conquest of her body had been. Natasha lay slumped against the table, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches as his warm mess ran down her cheeks.

"Nghn... angnn... ahhn..." She whimpered softly, her voice laced with a thick layer of undeniable disappointment. "Are we... are we really done already...?"

It was as if her newly awakened, unsatiable libido was begging for far more than she had just received.

"Of course not," Quinn smirked, giving her bare ass a loud, stinging spank that echoed through the messy room. "We’re moving this to your bedroom. Let’s go make some proper love on your bed."

Without waiting for her to answer, Quinn scooped her up into his broad arms, completely ignoring the absolute disaster left behind on the dining table. The pool of fluids and spilled lubricant would serve its dark purpose soon enough—and that moment was only a matter of hours away.

"Nghn... please carry me, Quinn..." Natasha purred seductively, her weak, trembling fingers trailing across his broad chest, which glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. "I can’t feel my legs anymore..."

"I’m already carrying you, you little slut," Quinn muttered, carrying her out of the kitchen. "I’m going to fuck you so hard in your own bed that you won’t walk for a week, so don’t you worry about that."

"Ahn... how slutty of me to crave that..." she giggled softly, leaning up to lap at his chest before gently nipping his sensitive nipple with her teeth. "My room is right through there... please, savor every inch of me on my bed..."

Heh, that threesome completely turned her brain to mush, Quinn thought with supreme satisfaction as he kicked her bedroom door open. I can conquer any woman I want. And Elaine will be following right in her mother-in-law’s footsteps soon enough.

Two hours passed in a blur of endless, violent pleasure.

"I’m home!" Elaine called out cheerfully as she stepped through the front entrance, her voice bright with satisfaction. She was thrilled to have picked up all the household necessities without running into any trouble. "Hmm, that’s strange... why isn’t Mom coming out to greet me?"

Her hands were completely full of heavy grocery bags, so she carefully set them down in the corner of the entryway.

Creak...

Elaine pushed the main door fully open, taking a single step forward before freezing dead in her tracks.

"W—what...?"

The house keys slipped from her limp fingers, clattering loudly against the wooden floorboards. Her eyes widened in absolute shock as she took in the horrifying mess right in front of her.

A heavy, pungent musk hung thickly in the air of the living room. The floorboards were soaked wet with strange, viscous fluids, and the fabric of the sofa had not been spared either.

"W-what on earth happened here...?" she whispered, stepping nervously into the room.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the glistening stains covering the furniture. As she breathed in, the thick, intoxicating aroma filled her nostrils, making her instinctively cover her nose and mouth. Yet, despite her disgust, the strange scent was so dense and corrupting that a sharp, sudden heat began to flicker deep within her lower stomach.

"N-no... even the dining area...?" Elaine gasped, walking further toward the kitchen. "Mom...?"

If the living room was a mess, the dining room looked like an absolute warzone. The sturdy tabletop was coated in a sticky, glistening layer of heavy juices and pooled semen.

"It’s so sticky... and the smell..." She hesitantly reached out, dipping the tips of her fingers into the fluid. The moment the scent reached her senses up close, her skin flushed red and her body grew intensely warm—most notably between her legs, where a deep, wet ache suddenly pulsed.