Themes: Teaching, Rough Sex, Clone Sex, Pseudo-Incest?
Django was annoyed.
Well, to say that he was irritated was an underestimate.
Frustration and shame would be a better term to describe how he was feeling at the moment.
He shouldn't be feeling this way, considering he had a wonderful and an absolute bombshell of a girlfriend in Juri and Nessova (Maybe Reiko and Tracy). Also, he was stupid rich now. Sure, he had to spend a million dollars a day without telling anyone why, but it's all good. Girls keep swarming to him like bees to honey. And the most important part was that he had a mother that loved him more than anything else in the world, which is understandable. But it's also...
The source of his frustration at the moment.
Fiona, his birth mother, looks to be a very carefree, dizzy, doting mother and with his father's death, and not seen him for the last 16 years. She is trying to be the best mother that she could be. She even insisted on never calling her mom, always mother.
To respect his foster mother, which is all good for him.
But the main problem he was having right now was that apparently, his mother had been suckered to join a group of mothers hosted by his schoolmate mom. Some stupid blonde bimbo that lives at his Apt complex/hotel. It was for single women over a certain age, or any woman their age. The point of the matter was that it promoted body positivity and that one should not be ashamed of their bodies even in the twilights of their years. Of course, this was absurd considering that most, if not all, of the participants were some of the most beautiful women he'd had ever seen!
Yare yare...! All the members of this stupid club were targets for the stupid Hentai quests this grandmother forced him on.
Either way, ever since she joined them, Fiona had been projecting such ideals onto their home. Clothing became more provocative as her pants got shorter and shorter by the day to the point where she was showing off her asscheeks to the public. Her shirts got tighter and more exposed where she could kill men with the amount of cleavage that she was revealing.
It made staying at home incredibly awkward when he was pitching a huge ass tent that he couldn't cover up.
Son of a bitch! How was Django supposed to establish a familial connection with his birth mother if he can't get past how hot she is.
Worse, his Incubus status keeps reminding him that the insect is ok and legal for him since he is the prince, which is not helping!
The worst part was when she decided to become more sexually active at home and teach him the art of being a sex demon. She wasn't fucking another man (for some weird reason), but she ended up buying sex toys filled with semen. To wake up in the middle of the night, with the moans of your mother echoing throughout the penthouse.
Turns out she was a screamer.
He laid there for most of the night with the sounds of her moans, blanketing his ear with her screaming out the name of his dead father.
His two sluts keep sucking his member is not helping things.
Hopefully, by tomorrow he will get his PFP back and maybe forget all this when he buys all the alcohol in the store again.
He can get drunk, but it requires a massive amount of it to take effect, or he can get something called 'Essence' and mix it in with his drinks. But to get that mother requires him to get at least ten girls to be slaves...
This shouldn't be a problem, but the requirement is that he needs to 'force' them to his willing harem members.
Django is having trouble making doing this without corrupting his morals. His loose, bendable morals but still morals.
At least this can't get any worse.
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There comes a time in every man's life when he is faced with a moral quandary of sorts, often one involving a woman. Django was no exception; he had always expected this day would come. Granted, he'd always thought that he'd be capable of making the morally correct decision when it did eventually arrive, but apparently, he'd overestimated his own tolerance for turning down really hot girls.
"Sweetie, your heart is not in this." His birth mother scolded him. "I can't check your sex health if you don't do this!"
"Oh, my sex health, " Django drily responded. "This is helpful to me."
At least, that was what he told himself. It was the only way to really reconcile his conscience with the fact that he was currently scraping up his own mother pussy. Granted, it wasn't technically her, her clone, whatever, but still...
"How are you supposed to know to get the Rotor bead out of my oven if you don't stir it up?" Fiona pointed to her clone. Who, for some reason, is a dark-skinned gyaru with blonde hair and black bangs. "Incubuses need to learn this... now hurry up!"
"Yeah, Master Django, you can do it!" His cheer squad, along with Reiko and Tracy, supported on his latest reason to get a therapist. "There is no reason to do this blindfolded."
"Yada Yada..." Django rubbed the back of his head. "I mean… how the hell do you expect me to do this then?! Whenever I open my eyes and see my mom's naked black body, it's kind of an immediate boner killer. So literally, the only reason I'm doing this is that because you guys won't have sex with me and because my mother encouraged me to do this to her black clone, and damn man, that sounds weird to say."
"There's nothing weird about it at all, sweetie!" his gyaru mom cut in. "You need to work on your sex tool skills. After all, I would never let something as simple as moral guidelines end my son's first sex skill lesson with his mother honeypot."
Django murmured and shuddered. "Mother, no malfeasance, but can you stop talking? I really don't want to hear it right now..."
"Hurry up, son..." Both of them ordered him this time...
If there is a god up there, please let this stop...
"Yeah, you need to work on foreplay Master Django, so test it on that clone already, " Juri whined.
"Yada Yada... you can fuck right off! You're not the one who has to stir your own gyaru mother clone pussy," Django retorted. I'm so drinking after this.
"And what's the problem with that? Your mother is a very attractive woman. I would smash that black woman." Reiko said.
"Yeah, and she's also my mother." Django sighed tiredly. "Man, I wish Dad or Father was still here to give me advice… actually, wait, no, I don't – they'd kill me for this. Good thing they conveniently died – not only does them being dead save me from being buried in a shallow grave, but it also saves the world from another instance of NTR... ,"He paused for a moment. "Unless the husband is scum, then I do. Or helpful NTR."
"There helpful NTR?"
"Yeah... I help whatever problems they through... methods I used." Django said, working the spoon sex toy in the gyaru honeypot.
"Damm... it's so soft...! Boobs aren't the only thing that's soft about women...!?" Django thought never really tried foreplay before.
"...NGMPH♥ The cold spoon feels good inside of my pussy❤" the gyaru clone moaned seductively.
"Hey...! Quit your stupid moaning!"
Django commanded, digging the spoon deeper in the dripping area and having a feel for it. Then, the heir of two fortunes moves the spoon back and forth, trying to pry out the rotor bead.
The slutty, horny, whorish gyaru clone breath hitches as he fits his spoon against the back of the rotor bead against her cervix,
"HAYAHH!!!!❤❤"
After that, Django doesn't remember what happened after hearing the moaning climax of the clone.
And then he sets to work really spooning her, roughing string the spoon up and down scraping her walls knocking the rotor bead around leaves gyaru Fiona gasping and groaning and moaning, but still managing to get out her lust-filled praise and worship of his technique. Overwhelmed tears of ecstasy and joy streak down the beauty's face as she speaks around a lolling tongue, utterly overcome with pleasure.
(Three Hours Later...)
The bedroom is paradoxically silent as a grave and loud as fuck as gyaru Fiona is groped and spooned by a primal lustful prince of lust in front of everyone… including her original self and her son harem.
"That's right bitch; I order you cum!" The demonic voice of Django Kamadeva Whitmore sent shivers down spines.
"Ohhh! Mmph!"
"Oh, shut up, stop trying to talk and focus on sucking my cock, you stupid cunt."
… It's not his fault that his mother's clone is pretty hot and has such nice boobs! Honestly, exposing that much skin in front of a growing young man like him should have been a damn crime! But we all know that Django is no longer thinking right now.
Eyes crossed and tongue writhing along the underside of her son's dick, her throat bulges and her naked tits bounce and jiggle all over the place as gyaru Fiona is unable to move her legs, just lays there on the bed. He's so thick and big and so far down her throat; she can't… she's not sure she's going to survive this…
And then, all of a sudden, he pulls out of her oesophagus without warning, his cock leaving gyaru Fiona's stretched lips with a pop as he smirks down at her easily.
"That was fun and all, but I wanna fuck you now!"
The level six incubus get knocked before he does something he will regret later by his real mother
"Sorry, sweetie, you failed to control your demon instincts, so we will try again tomorrow."