Chapter 9 - Threesome with Milf~❤️

Mitsuki's sharp red eyes gleamed with determination as she took Soren's dick deeper into her mouth, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She had always been a woman who thrived on challenges, and this was no exception. 

'Alright, kid,' she thought, her competitive nature taking over.

'Let's see how much you can handle.' With a slow, deliberate motion, she took him all the way down, her throat clamping around him as she swallowed.

Soren's breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he felt the incredible sensation of her throat tightening around him. 

"Ah—! Aunt Mitsuki, that's… amazing," he gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of innocence and raw pleasure. His innocent facade was completely shattered now, replaced by a look of pure ecstasy as he stared down at her, his mind racing with degenerate fantasies. 

'She's even better than I imagined,' he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Mitsuki pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped around him as she glanced up at him through her lashes. The way he praised her sent a jolt of arousal through her, something she hadn't expected.

'Damn, kid,' she thought, her sharp mind racing. 

'You've got some nerve, but… I like it.' The thrill of pleasing him, of hearing him gasp her name, was intoxicating. She wanted more—more of his praise, more of his reactions, more of 'him.'

With a sloppy, wet sound, she dove back in, her movements becoming more eager, more desperate. Her tongue swirled around him as she bobbed her head, the lewd noises filling the room and only heightening the tension. Beside her, Inko watched with wide eyes, her own desire evident as she licked her lips. 

"M-Mitsuki, you're… incredible," Inko whispered, her voice trembling with awe.

Mitsuki didn't respond, too focused on the task at hand. She could feel Soren's hands tangling in her hair, his grip tightening as he struggled to hold back. 

'Good,' she thought, a sly smirk forming in her mind. She increased her pace, her throat working him over with practiced ease, the sloppy sounds echoing in the room.

Soren's grunts grew louder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. 

"Aunt Mitsuki, I—I can't… you're too good," he stammered, his voice filled with a mix of innocence and desperation.

'She is a natural cocksucker!' he thought, his mind spinning with depraved images.

Mitsuki felt a surge of pride at his words, her arousal growing with every sound he made. 

'Damn, this kid's got a way with words,' she thought, her sharp mind racing. 

'But I'm not done yet.' She pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped around him as she glanced up at him, her sharp red eyes locking onto his. 

"You better not give up on me yet, kid," she said, her voice husky and laced with challenge. 

"We're just getting started."

Soren's innocent smile returned, though it was tinged with something darker, something more primal. 

"I-I won't, Aunt Mitsuki," he said, his voice trembling but filled with determination. 

"You're… amazing."

Mitsuki smirked, her sharp tone cutting through the heavy air. 

"Damn right I am." With that, she dove back in, her movements becoming even more fervent, more desperate. 

The sloppy sounds filled the room, mingling with Soren's gasps and Inko's soft moans. Mitsuki's sharp instincts took over, her competitive nature driving her to push him further, to see just how much he could take.

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the sounds of sloppy wetness, ragged breaths, and low moans. Mitsuki's sharp red eyes were locked onto Soren as she took him deeper, her throat working him over with a skill that left him gasping. But as she focused on him, she couldn't help but notice Inko out of the corner of her eye.

Inko was lost in her own world, her fingers plunging deep into her pussy, her other hand squeezing and fondling her breasts as she watched Mitsuki with a mix of awe and desire. 

'Damn, Inko's really into this,' Mitsuki thought, her mind racing even as she continued to pleasure Soren.

But then, something shifted. Soren's breath hitched, his hands tightening in her hair as he gasped.

"Aunt Mitsuki, I—I'm going to—!"

Before Mitsuki could react, he reached his climax, his dick pulsing as he released a thick, sticky load of white semen into her mouth. The suddenness of it caught her off guard, and she gagged slightly, her sharp instincts kicking in as she tried to swallow it all. The taste was salty, musky, and strangely addictive, flooding her senses and sending a jolt of something primal through her. 

'What the hell is this?' she thought, her mind spinning as the warmth of his release filled her mouth.

But as she swallowed, something inside her shifted. The taste, the sensation, the way he looked down at her with a mix of innocence and dominance—it was intoxicating. Her sharp, dominant demeanor began to crack, replaced by something softer, something submissive. 

'No, this can't be happening,' she thought, even as she felt herself surrendering to the moment. Her body betrayed her, her own pussy spasming as she sprayed her juices, her moans muffled by Soren's dick as it continued to pulse in her mouth.

When he finally finished, Mitsuki pulled back, her sharp red eyes wide and filled with a mix of shock and desire. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her usual confidence faltering as she looked up at him. 

"Y-you…" she stammered, her voice trembling in a way it never had before.

"That was… incredible."

Soren's innocent smile returned, though there was a glint of something darker in his eyes. 

"You're amazing, Aunt Mitsuki," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of praise and something more commanding. 

"But… I think you want more, don't you?"

Mitsuki's breath hitched, her sharp mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. 

'No, this isn't me. I'm not like this. I'm not… submissive.' But the taste of him still lingered on her tongue, and the way he looked at her—so innocent yet so dominant—was impossible to resist. Her body betrayed her again, her pussy aching with need as she felt herself surrendering to him.

"Y-yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"I… I want more."

Inko, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, let out a soft moan as she continued to play with herself.

"M-Mitsuki…" she gasped, her voice trembling with desire.

Mitsuki didn't respond, too focused on Soren as she leaned in again, her sharp demeanor completely shattered. 

She was no longer the dominant, confident woman who had walked into the apartment. She was something else entirely—something submissive, something desperate. 

Her lips wrapped around him again, her movements eager and needy as she begged for more with every touch, every lick, every swallow.

Soren's innocent smile widened, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.

'She's completely mine now,' he thought, his mind filled with depraved fantasies. 

'Just like Inko. They're both under my control.' But outwardly, he maintained his boyish charm, his voice soft and reassuring. 

"You're doing so well, Aunt Mitsuki," he said, his tone filled with praise. 

"But I think it's for the main event?"

Mitsuki nodded eagerly, her sharp red eyes filled with a mix of desire and submission. 

"Y-yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. 

"Please… give me more."

The room was filled with the sounds of their movements, the wet slick of saliva, and the low moans of pleasure. Mitsuki's sharp instincts were completely overridden by her desire to please him, to taste him, to feel him. She was no longer in control—and for the first time in her life, she didn't want to be.

'Damn it, Mitsuki,' she thought, even as she surrendered completely to the moment.

'What the hell have you gotten yourself into?' But deep down, she knew the answer. She had fallen under Soren's spell, just like Inko. And she didn't want it to end. 

Moments later, Mitsuki found herself lying on her back on the bed, her platinum blonde hair splayed out around her like a halo. Her sharp red eyes, usually filled with confidence and fire, were now clouded with desire as she stared up at Soren. 

The young boy stood before her, his innocent face contrasting sharply with the disproportionately massive dick that hung heavily between his legs. It was almost surreal, the way his youthful demeanor clashed with the sheer dominance of his presence. Mitsuki's breath hitched as he climbed onto the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried, as if he knew exactly how much power he held over her.

Her body trembled as he positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his dick brushing against her wet pussy. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up her spine as she let out a low, desperate moan. 

"S-Soren…" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of need and disbelief. 

'How did I get here?' she thought, her sharp mind struggling to process the situation. But the way he looked at her—those innocent eyes filled with a dark, commanding intensity—left her unable to think clearly.

Soren leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, 

"Beg for it, Aunt Mitsuki." His voice was soft, almost sweet, but there was an undeniable edge to it—a demand that sent a jolt of arousal through her.

Mitsuki's sharp instincts screamed at her to resist, to reclaim her dominance, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy ached with need, her juices coating her thighs as she felt herself surrendering to him completely. 

"P-please…" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"Please, Soren… I need it. I need you."

Soren's innocent smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched her unravel before him. 

"Louder," he said, his tone gentle but firm. 

"I want to hear you beg."

Mitsuki's breath hitched, her sharp red eyes locking onto his as she felt herself slipping further under his spell. 

"Please!" she cried out, her voice trembling with desperation.

"Please, Soren, I need you inside me! I can't take it anymore!"

Her words hung in the air, heavy with need and surrender. Soren's smile turned into a smirk as he finally gave her what she wanted, pushing himself into her wet pussy with a slow, deliberate motion.

Mitsuki's back arched off the bed, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, her sharp mind completely overtaken by pleasure as she surrendered to him completely.