Chapter 357: Over to Decadence {R-18}

Caius flexed his hands on Anne’s thighs, delighting in how his fingers sank into her flesh as he grabbed on firmly while moving his hips forward and back in tantalizing thrusts that kept the woman’s back arched as moans spilled from her lips.

Caius held nothing back with the intensity of his thrusts. He could tell he was close. He had held back his release for quite some time now—since he had been inside Lea—and now simply wanted to ride the wave of pleasure and spew his seeds as deep inside the mature woman as he could.

With every contact of his groin to Anne’s crotch, there was a slapping sound that was always mixed with the squelch of pussy juice.

And every contact shook Anne’s body in delicious ways that caused her breasts to tremble. Creating ripples across the wonderfully ample flesh that Lea’s eyes were now glued to. At some point, Lea had both of her hands on her chest, grabbing hold of both her tits. At first, she fondled them together and occasionally pulled at her nipples, enjoying how the touch felt as she was treated to the show before her. And then she took one hand off her breasts and reached for one of the two trembling atop her mother’s chest.

Why did she do it? Curiosity for the most part.

Lea had touched her mother’s breasts before. Hell, she had squeezed them. It was just a somewhat natural occurrence when the two had spent enough time naked in each other’s company, wading in the warmth and magically cleansing water of a bath.

So essentially, Lea knew her mother’s breasts quite well. She knew of their perfection which—dare she say—she had inherited. And yet, just as it had been when she stared at Anne’s ass rippling at Caius’s thrusts, it was almost as though Lea had never actually touched this breast before.

The way the flesh rippled at the impacts of copulation, the way the vibrations of the ripples of the tit traveled into Lea’s body, affecting just how good it was to touch them— All of that was new.

What her mind remembered to have been nothing-bugger boob touches between mother and daughter was suddenly tinted with something more. As Lea flexed her fingers into the flesh of her mother’s breast, it no longer felt innocent. And yet, she couldn’t pull away.

Because she was curious.

How far will this new feeling take me? She wondered. And for some reason, Lea’s eyes snapped up until she was looking at Caius, who looked back at her, his smile amused. The fangs in his mouth made the smile appear all the more wolfish. Predatory. Like all that was happening was for his pleasure and he was proud to have somewhat orchestrated it.

But then, Caius had to look away. A particularly powerful sensation had just charged through him that he had to raise his face toward the ceiling and let loose a powerful groan. His fingers—clawless to avoid any injury—gripped quite hard into Anne’s flesh as her moans rose in pitch.

The intensity of Anne’s breathing rose as well. So much so that it seemed she was finding it difficult to catch her breath. Pleasure, and reveling in it, had taken priority over even an involuntary and somewhat essential action such as breathing.

The discomfort actually served to heighten Anne’s pleasure as she pressed her feet into the bed below. Taking advantage of the fact that her arching had raised her ass off the bed, she thrust herself at Caius almost as hard as he was thrusting his cock into her.

Every stroke caused his veiny stem to rub against the insides of her pussy, sending mind-numbing thrills all over her body. Thrills that were then further intensified whenever Caius’s dickhead hit the end of her pussy. Which was every time.

She was so lost in the moment—her eyes shut tight—that when she felt a hand on her breast and its squeezing of her ample flesh made her feel good, she just rolled with it. After all, it was contributing to her pleasure.

She didn’t even register the fact that both of Caius’s hands were accounted for on her thighs. Or the fact that the hand gripping her boob was feminine and familiar. Although, to offer her some leeway, the hand, while familiar, had never touched her quite this intensely or at all this... sensually.

Still, she should have been alerted to the touch and she wasn’t.

However, when a soft—softer than Anne distinctively remembered Caius’s lips feeling—wrapped around her nipple and sucked on it, she couldn’t help but notice.

Her eyes opened and she looked to the side where Lea had now lain on the bed with her face pressed into the large boob while she suckled on it like a nursing babe.

"What in—?!" Anne started to say only to be cut off by the tidal wave of pleasure that swarmed her. It forced her eyes away from Lea as she let out her loudest moan yet while succumbing to orgasmic spasms.

Caius groaned as well. The tightness around him had gotten even more intense but he refused to let it stop his thrusts. His hips moved with even more enthusiasm. Back and forth he went, reveling in the feel of Anne’s wondrous cavern of delight as he finally reached the peak and happily leaped off it.

"Oh FUCK!" Caius cried out, unable to help himself as he came.

His eyes had been open when Lea began to suck on her mother’s breast and his eyes were also open when Lea reached out to Anne’s other breast and squeezed it, intensifying her orgasmic throes. He knew this because he felt it in the way Anne’s inner muscles were moving around him.

It basically overstimulated him, locking him into his climax to the point where he couldn’t even keep up a normal thrusting rhythm. He practically came to a standstill, occasionally jerking very hard as his cock pumped his copious volume of seeds so deep inside Anne, her uterus just might have been flooded.

Had Anne been able to form words or even coherent thoughts at the moment, she would have had no complaints whatsoever for Caius not keeping up his impactful thrusts as he climaxed. Hell, those thrusts were overloading her synapses and heightening an already almost-painful level of sensitivity within her snatch.

Also, Caius’s already imposing rod grew about two inches in size both in length and girth while he jerked and delivered his baby batter.

’Yes!’ Anne yelled in her head, ’BREED ME!!!’

Anne was far from reaching the high of her climax when Lea became more ’inventive’ with her mouth around the nipple she was sucking on.

Lea brought to mind everything Caius had done with her breasts and did her best to replicate them. As her first time, she didn’t do great. But great wasn’t needed. The sheer taboo of the moment, as well as decadent reminiscence on Anne’s part of when Lea was still a suckling baby in her arms did the trick.

Lea’s actions, taken in tandem with Caius’s wonderful thrusts and ever-consistent spurt of cum into her pussy sent Anne into a simultaneous orgasmic run during which she grabbed the back of her daughter’s hair, and rather than pull her away and off her breasts, she pulled her even harder into her chest. Relishing the way Lea’s tongue languished her nipple and stimulated her areola.

The climax lasted longer than the one that came before and was still happening concurrently as Anne Gilligan gave herself over to decadence. Letting herself be pleasured by both her daughter and her young lover.

The climax also brought with it a good deal of shame.

Alas, as it turned out, at least as far as Anne was concerned, shame was quite the aphrodisiac.