ncubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 28: The One Night in Hawaii

Django is out drinking with his boys after finally getting healed and no longer in the presence of his very hot mother. No Sweet Home Alabama for him! In the aftermath of his recovery, he celebrates a little too hard and learns a couple of things. One, if you've never had Orge killer alcohol before, don't go for the hard stuff for your first time. Two, don't get blackout drunk on the part of town that is technically another region with exceptionally loose marriage laws. Not that it's that bad, suddenly being married to three gorgeous MILF'y women.

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Django, Riely, Huey, Benjamin. The four main leaders of the Boondocks Saints gang. It was just them tonight at the bar. They were all still recovering from their injuries. Dexter and Jerome were there, but they weren't talking much. "I told ya fells I'd be back," said Django as he returned from the bathroom.

"So you did."

They sat around and drank until Huey stood up. He wasn't feeling well. His head hurt something fierce. "Guys? Can someone take me home?"

"Whatchu with you? Gay ass nigga?" Reily taunted his older brother.

Huey glared at him. "I'm not gay!"

"You're so gay," said Riely and laughed.

Benjamin looked uninterested. The BIg doesn't talk unless he has now of day.

"Enough!" Django told everyone. "We are here to drink ourselves to death! Now stop bitchin' and start drinkin'!"

The guys started laughing again. "Aye Boss!"

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Groaning in a hotel room, Django Kamadeva Whitmore wakes up to a strange but not at all unfamiliar sensation. He knows this feeling quite well If you feel me. Down below, on his crotch to where his meat stick is located… are those tongues? Lips? Blinking awake slowly but surely; Django stares up at the ceiling for a long moment in confusion and befuddlement.

Then, he looks down the length of his body, chiselled and toned from his training and having sex with multiple women, and gapes at what he sees there. Two heads bob up and down on his member, one covered in blue hair, the other covered in brown. Their tongues work away at his cock like there's no tomorrow, licking at his morning wood like it's a lollipop, sucking on his shaft with their lips like it's the best-tasting thing they've ever had.

Django is unsure of what he's seeing. Again, really? MILF again!? Surely… The teenager has a problem with thicc juicy women. Django growls, and the noise draws their attention and both women look up at him, meeting his eyes. He… recognises these two women. He knows them quite well, in fact. Reiko does well in researching his targets.

Grace and Johanna are the mothers of two of his best classmates, Michaela Eileithyia and Mariam Violeta. The brunette and bluette blink up at him even as they continue to tag team his cock, their full breasts out and wrapped around the base of his dick, now that he's paying attention. Django stares are girls who kept his lollipop. Wow, their mouth play is on point, my nigga.

"Good morning stud."

"Welcome back to the land of the living. Hope your hangover isn't too bad."

Actually… now that he thinks about it, he doesn't have a hangover. Oh yeah, because he was a demon and has been drinking since he was nine... So it's all good.

"Well... ladies I feel fine... But why are y'all still here? Shouldn't I have bounce already?"

"Well, someone's mother didn't teach their son some manners," Grace said licking his cockhead. "You should take the woman who gave you a hangover cure."

What was this bitch talkin' bout'? He went out drinkin' with his boy and finds himself with two naked MILFs double-teaming his dick (which is lit BTW). The door to his hotel room (which is trash) shower suddenly opens up and a third step through. Lusamine, Dušanka Evdokija's mother, is busy towelling her hair as she walks out, leaving the rest of her glistening, naked body on display. Now that the incubus is looking for it, he actually realises both Grace and Johanna have also recently taken showers, having that freshly showered look at them that only enhances their natural beauty. Aight, he got to how the hell he is pippin' down three of his classmate's mothers... He is pretty sure they are all married as well.

The three older women all look at him with something approaching pity. Big mistake right there. "Aight ya bitches, explain to me what the hell just happen?" And Grace, sexy tan MILF that she is, reaches up and places a palm on his cheek in comfort.

"With the about you drank, you must be a little confused, Django. We all woke up earlier and already discussed things, so the shock has already worn off for us…"

Johanna, a former supermodel of some considerable popularity, bobs her head up and down in agreement, still stroking his cock with one hand and fondling his junk with the other as she smiles.

"Yeah, just know that this isn't your fault… and more than that, none of us mind it. In fact, we're all quite happy with the current state of affairs."

Letting out a disgruntled sigh, Lusamine steps up. The incredibly wealthy surgeon rolls her eyes as she tosses her towel away, her hair looking as good as ever as she plants her hands on naked hips.

"Stop beating around the bush, ladies. We agreed we'd explain things to him, didn't we? Django, your celebration last night resulted in some… unexpected consequences. You went into ladies' bar... Bought a lady's bar and bought everyone drinks. We all got very drunk… and made a joint decision, the four of us."

Pale white thicc married what the hells youse talkin'... Lusamine punctuates her statement by lifting up her hand. Even though she'd just been taking a shower, it looks like she either took it in with her or prioritised getting it back on her hand as soon as she was out… because THAT is a breeding band. Django blinks owlishly at the ring on Lusamine's hand, only to notice Grace and Johanna, both blushing and smiling as they hold up THEIR ring-adorned hands as well.

No... No... No way this is happin' nope, not at all. "Aren't y'alls married and whatever? Why would... No! Why would I ever sign up to breed MILFS!?" Yes, He knows quite that he supposed to knock up bitches, hoes, and tots. But still needs to have standards. The three are still fine as fuck thou...

"Turns out, New Republic City has many towns that belong to other nations. Hawaii has some seriously loose marriage laws. One thing led to another last night and… well, we got hitched. All four of us. Well, in more like you agreed to breed us like the bitches we are."

Da fuck... Django bulks at that… but he can't stop his son's reaction to the news. His cock jumps in Johanna's hands, making the blue-haired MILF giggle as she continues to jack him off.

"You told us, while you were very drunk… that we were all significantly better than our daughters in your eyes. And you demanded that we birth your children while impregnating our daughters as well. "

"Yes, perhaps it was shameful for us as mothers to take such a compliment and demand. But you were so manly and took us on the spot. But in all fairness, we were very drunk too."

"Indeed. And any woman likes to be told she's still desirable by a handsome, virile young man. One thing led to another… and here we are. Plus, you didn't give us a choice in the matter."

"Yep! Here we are!"

"Heh, wouldn't have it any other way."

His head bouncing back and forth between the trio of MILFs as they talk, Django swallows thickly, his mouth incredibly dry. What is wrong the older chicks in this city? Are they all sluts?

"Why... Y'all just said 'yes' to a brother pipin' ya down?"

"More than okay."

"So long as you are. Baby, I hope you don't break our daughters too bad."

"You rocked our world's last night, lover boy. I, for one, will not give you up so easily. Pretty without the sperm, you shot. We might already be pregnant... I'm sure!"

Johanna and Grace both blush and shoot Lusamine glances at that last line, but the supremely confident and haughty blonde merely struts up and crawls onto the bed between the Incubus's legs, taking his cock from Johanna and putting it in her mouth without hesitation. Groaning loudly, the Rich boy tilts his head back as Lusamine deep throats his member.

So how many girls does this make it... It is hard to keep count at this point or think. Especially when Johanna and Grace nonverbally communicate with one another, moving in on either side of him, sidling up his body and presenting their breasts. Django is seriously thinkin' bout gettin' his member flood gates blocked at this point 'cause he has enough pregnant women in his life. But as Sex Demon, the boy suckles on one nipple and then the other, turning his head back and forth to thoroughly and properly enjoy their massive chests. Both MILFs moan in turn as he sucks from their tits, tossing their heads back in honest enjoyment.

His… wives. Well, more like legal baby makers? Dang, he hopes their husbands are scum or can get bought cause these hoes were his baby makers now. And yeah, hearing what he'd said about their daughters the night before was embarrassing for him though, but he really couldn't bring himself to care all that. And it wasn't like those three won't find bout dis, right? Well, he hoped not anyway. It would be a little awkward if they find out, given he was apparently now married to their mothers. Holy shit, he was his classmates' stepfather. Wait,, does that mean he is sharin' these hoes with those dudes?!

That's a weird thought, so Django puts it out of his mind and focuses on the pleasure at hand. With Lusamine bobbing up and down his member like a champ, and Johanna and Grace waving their tits in his face, Django didn't last long. With a loud groan, he erupts in Lusamine's mouth before he can even think to warn the blonde MILF, cumming down the back of her throat.

To her credit, Lusamine takes the load with a startling amount of aplomb, easily swallowing down his seed as she stares up at him the entire time. When she's done, she pulls back… and with a smirk, moves into position to impale herself on his still-hard cock.

"Boo!"

"I thought we were going to t-take turns!"

"We are… but you two have already made yourselves busy, so it looks like I get to go first."

The sexy tan MILF on his right and the blue-haired retired pokemon coordinator on his left both pout mightily at that, but neither can apparently come up with a response. Smirking smugly, Lusamine impales herself on Django's cock, dropping herself down on his big fat cock. Her smug smirk doesn't last long, her eyes going crossed as her face heats up and turns red. Her lips form into a small 'o' and she moans throatily as her features contort with pleasure. She drops her head down and kisses the boy passionately, her tongue slipping into his mouth as her hands grab onto his shoulders.

As the two begin to rock their hips together, the pale white supermodel on his left gives him a quick kiss on the lips before crawling up over his shoulder. Without missing a beat, her pussy slides down his cock, sliding down his shaft with surprising ease for someone who claimed to have never had sex in years. Like Lusamine, she also seems to find the whole thing rather enjoyable.

"Oh my god, he's got an amazing dick. And he tastes so good!"

"Meow meow!"

Both the MILF'ies are moaning as they move together, each of them working his cock in tandem. The fact that they're both married and fucking their daughter's classmate doesn't seem to bother either of these married women. They just want to get fucked and bred. And it's nice to see that neither of the ladies are shy about their desires. Neither are even afraid to admit that they have a preference.

Lusamine has a thing for his dark chocolate skin, while Johanna loves the feel of his muscles against hers. Grace, however, likes the contrast between the two. That's why she's decided to ride him as she rubs her clit, riding up and down his cock with a smirk.

Django prays to god that this doesn't bite him in the ass late. But hey, at least he still got his health.

"Come on baby, make me pregnant!"