"Yes, Gwen... We... we'll have dinner together..." Delilah answered, her face glazed with my sticky release. Her voice was flat, straining to conceal the chaos unfolding just behind the door.

"Oh, okay!" Gwenneth chirped from the other side, completely oblivious to what was happening mere feet away. "I've been wanting to try that new downtown restaurant! Or, what if we cooked together at home instead? It'd be more memorable, right? I can help you—"

While Gwenneth prattled on excitedly, I lifted Delilah's chin. My eyes drank in her defiled face; the white streaks marring her perfect canvas only fueling my desire. With my thumb, I smeared the mess on her cheek, spreading my seed further across her smooth skin.

"Good," I whispered, my voice for her ears only. "Now, stand up and face the door. Bend over, put your hands on the floor. Stick that plump ass out for me... like a bitch in heat."

Delilah's expression shifted. Her eyes widened with a potent mix of horror, contempt, and rage. Her lips trembled as if to protest, but the [Slave's Collar] forced her compliance. Slowly, a tremor shaking her entire body, she rose from the bathtub.

[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 18 (+1)]

[Domination over Delilah increased to 6%]

She walked toward the door, water dripping from her naked form. Obediently, she bent over, placing her palms flat on the bathroom floor. Her round, perfect buttocks were raised in the air, a tantalizing offering, just as I had commanded.

The sight—this powerful woman, the revered Star Witch, in such a debased position—made my cock throb with renewed vigor.

On the other side of the door, Gwenneth was still talking, her voice a distant murmur to me, now wholly focused on the view before me. "So, what do you think, Mom? Home-cooked or the restaurant? I'd prefer cooking at home, it's more intimate—"

I moved behind Delilah, my knees sinking into the wet floor between her spread legs. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft, pliable flesh. I rubbed the head of my hard cock against her wet vulva, finding the warm slit of her pulsating core.

"Answer her," I urged in a rough whisper, as I began to push the tip into her clutching heat.

[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 19 (+1)]

Delilah drew a sharp breath, her voice trembling as she forced the words out. "Home... is fine... Gwen... We'll... cook at home..." Her sentence broke apart, punctuated by the slow, penetrating sensation.

"Okay!" Gwenneth exclaimed, still unaware. "I'll check the fridge and make a shopping list! Hurry up with your bath, okay? We'll go to the supermarket together!"

I heard her footsteps retreat, and finally, we were alone again. Now, without interruption, I gripped Delilah's full hips tightly and thrust all the way in, sheathing myself to the hilt.

"Fuck...!" I hissed.

Her long-untouched pussy responded instantly, clenching around my shaft as if it had been waiting for me all this time. It didn't have the extreme tightness of Angeline's virginhood, but it felt more... mature. Like the finest leather glove, molded perfectly to the shape of my sword, fitting every vein and curve.

"God damn, Mom..." I groaned, unable to hold back the praise.

"Your pussy... it's too perfect for me. How can it... even after bearing two children... still be this tight? Was this pussy made for my cock?You're gripping me like you don't want to let go. You really were born for this, Mom. To be a nest for your son's filthiest desires."

[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 20 (+1)]

[Domination over Delilah increased to 7%]

It was so hard to raise her arousal.

Delilah just held her breath, stifling every moan that fought to escape. I let my cock sit still inside her, feeling every subtle contraction of her inner folds adjusting after years of emptiness. My mind drifted to all the fantasies I'd ever had.

"You know, Mom," I whispered, leaning close to her ear, "since the first day we met, I've always dreamed of this. Watching you walk around the house in those tight silk dresses, those tempting breasts of yours swaying... I used to steal your panties from the laundry basket, imagining the scent of your pussy while I pleasured myself."

My hand slid up from her hips to her slender back, savoring every touch. "Every time you scolded me, all I could think about was how to make you kneel and suck my cock. Every time you smiled sweetly at me, I imagined that smile distorted by pleasure as you felt my cock pounding against your womb. And now... all those filthy dreams are reality. And the reality... is far more satisfying than my imagination."

Yet Delilah remained silent as a stone. I let out an annoyed sigh.

"Why so quiet, Mom? I thought you'd curse me, call me a monster. I never ordered you to be silent."

Delilah glanced back over her shoulder, her gaze like a dagger ready to shred me to pieces. A shiver ran down my spine. I slapped her plump buttock, making it jiggle.

Smack!

"How long are you going to keep this up, Mom?" I snarled, my voice full of threat. "If you keep acting like this, I'll fuck Gwen too. And you... you'll be the one to help me do it. I'll force you to tie her up, undress her, and watch as I rape her. You'll hear her screams, see her tears, and you won't be able to do a thing."

But Delilah stayed silent. I chuckled.

"But if you treat me well... if you act like the slutty mother I want, moaning for me, begging to be fucked... I promise I won't touch her. How about it? Come on, Mom... beg me."

Still, only silence answered. Curious, I grabbed a handful of her golden hair and yanked her head back. "Why won't you speak?!"

Delilah looked like she wanted to spit in my face, but her mouth only opened for a second before locking shut under the [Slave's Collar]'s influence. In a hoarse, hate-filled voice, she finally spoke, "I won't beg... because I know... no matter what I do... you'll still defile Gwen."

She took a sharp breath. "And I... will not moan... or act like the whore you want. You can force my legs open... but you can't force me to enjoy it."

I silently praised her in my mind. She saw right through my true intentions. But that only pissed me off more.

Fine. Have it your way.

I started moving my hips, starting gently but quickly escalating into a hard, frantic, animalistic rhythm.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the bathroom.

[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 28 (+5)]

[Delilah's Sexual Arousal increased to 29 (+1)]

[... ]

Her arousal notification appeared again, but the Domination stat didn't budge. And just as she promised, no moans escaped, only increasingly heavy, ragged breaths. I spanked her reddening ass again.

Smack!

"You proud... slut!" I growled, pounding into her relentlessly. "Look at your pussy... so wet... gripping my cock like it doesn't want to let go! You say you're not enjoying this? Your body is lying, Mom!"

Plap! Plap! Plap! Squelch!

"Your body is dripping, Mom! Your pussy is clenching, begging for more! But your mouth is still playing the saint! Look at these big tits—" my hand groped and pinched her hardened nipples, "—standing tall, begging to be tortured! You're the sluttiest housewife ever, Delilah! The Star Witch with a pussy thirsty for her stepson's cock!"

Each of my thrusts was deeper now, more frantic, battering against her warm womb. Her large breasts swayed wildly with the violent rhythm I squeezed them roughly, enjoying how her soft flesh yielded between my fingers.

"You think staying silent will save your dignity?" I taunted, my breath heavy. "Look in the mirror, Mom! Look at your face, covered in my cum! Look at your ass, red from my spanking! And look at how your pussy—" I thrust in brutally, making her gasp, "—sucks on my cock like it never wants to let go! You're mine, Mom! Forever!"

"Ah~!"

A moan almost escaped her lips, but she choked it back.

"Yes, just like that!" I praised, continuing to humiliate her. "Big-titted whore... your pussy was made to be raped. My elegant stepmother... now just a sex toy for her stepson!"

I was losing control, the pressure in my groin unbearable. "I'm... I'm coming! Take it, Mom! Take your stepson's seed!"

Blinded by lust and rage, I roared as I reached my peak, pumping my release deep into her womb. We were both panting, chests heaving—me from exhaustion and ecstasy, her from... well, at least her breathing was ragged, too.

I pulled out my throbbing cock and watched my white fluid trickle from her red, swollen pussy. And as if cursed, my dick was already hard again, ready for the next round.

"Mom? What's taking so long? Are you okay? I heard some weird noises earlier..."

Gwenneth's voice came from behind the door once more.

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