Night had fallen, and the storm outside had lessened to a steady rainfall, creating a soothing rhythm as droplets fell onto the roof.
Through the gaps in the dark clouds, the crescent moon peeked out now and then. Its soft, silver glow lit up the edges of the dark sky, casting a faint light over the wet earth. It was a quiet, fleeting beauty in the midst of the rainy night.
The horses had already fallen asleep, while the old man remained on guard in his driver’s seat, half-asleep. The light of the carriage had been extinguished to avoid attracting wild animals.
The interior of the carriage was dimly lit by a candle, casting flickering shadows.
Lucian sat in the middle of Celine and Isabella, his crimson eyes gleaming in the low light.
They had just finished their dinner of dried fruits and red wine. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a flash of lightning briefly illuminating the carriage interior.
In that brief moment of brightness, Celine’s eyes met Lucian’s. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the wine or something else, it was hard to tell.
At this moment, she cleared her throat softly,
“Son, would you mind going outside for a bit?”
Lucian’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Why mom?”
He asked, his hand stealthily stretching towards her thighs, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her gown.
Celine gasped inwardly at his touch, a shiver running down her spine. She fought to keep her voice steady as she replied,
“Now that we’ll spend the night here, we need to change into our night dresses!”
Her eyes moved toward Isabella. In Celine’s mind, Isabella was still “innocent and unaware of the lustful activities” that had happened earlier. She wanted to protect her daughter’s modesty, unaware that Isabella had already tasted her honey.
Lucian just nodded, and silently got out of the carriage, after all he still didn’t want to tell her the truth, for him this was more thrilling and exciting.
As he stepped out into the cool night air, the soft sound of rain surrounded him. The storm had calmed, leaving behind a gentle drizzle that clung to his skin and hair. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of wet earth and damp foliage.
The ancient oak tree loomed above, its branches stretching out like protective arms over the carriage. Droplets cascaded from leaf to leaf, creating a soothing melody.
Inside the carriage, Celine turned to Isabella, her ocean blue eyes soft with motherly concern,
“Let’s change quickly, dear. It’s getting late.”
Although she showed parental love, her eyes gleamed as if she couldn’t wait for Isabella to fall asleep. Her hole was now crazily craving Lucian’s thick dick, cause his fingers didn’t fully satisfy her.
She quickly opened her bag and took out a silk night dress. As she pulled off her red gown, Isabella suddenly said,
“Mother, why ain’t you wearing any panties?”
Only now did she remember that she wasn’t wearing any panties!!
“I-I forgot to pack them,”
She replied stammeringly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Isabella just giggled, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“It’s okay, mama. I’m not wearing any either,”
She said, pulling up her nightgown to reveal her p*ssy.
Earlier, after cuming, Lucian had asked her not to wear them for the rest of their journey. And she simply obeyed.
Celine’s jaw dropped in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. She stared at Isabella, her gaze darting between her legs through the black night dress.
Celine’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, her eyes wide with shock.
“I-Isabella! What do you mean you’re not wearing any either? That’s… that’s not proper for a young lady!”
She stammered, all while forgetting that she too was not wearing any.
Isabella just giggled again, her eyes twinkling with mischief,
“Oh mama, don’t be such a prude. It feels so much more… freeing this way.”
Before Celine could argue further, Isabella added,
“It’s not like there’s any stranger here; we are all family, so I think it’s fine. And mother, brother is outside in the rain, so we should hurry.”
Celine nodded, thinking Lucian might catch cold if he stayed out too long.
She quickly slipped on her black silk night dress, the fabric clinging to her curveceous figure. The dress was shorter, barely reaching mid-thigh, and the neckline plunged low, exposing her ample cleavage.
As she put on her black night dress, opening the door slightly, she told Lucian to enter. The cool night air rushed in, bringing with it the scent of rain and wet earth.
As Lucian stepped inside, he immediately noticed Celine and Isabella’s curvaceous figures in the dim candlelight. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Celine was not wearing any bra, so her ample breasts were sagging slightly, their outline clearly visible through the thin silk. The short hemline accentuated her thick, shapely thighs.
Isabella’s nightdress clung to her voluptuous body, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination.
Noticing Lucian’s damp clothes, Isabella quickly suggested,
“Brother, I think you should change too, otherwise you might catch a cold.”
Lucian’s crimson eyes roamed over their bodies, a small smirk playing on his lips,
“You’re right, sister. I wouldn’t want to fall ill.”
…
The candlelight had been extinguished, leaving the interior of the carriage bathed in darkness.
Outside, the rain continued to fall steadily. Howling of the wild beasts had seized, and all that remained was the sound of raindrops splattering against the leaves.
Isabella had already “fallen asleep” because of wine, but Celine couldn’t sleep.
She had been craving Lucian’s cock ever since they stopped, so she was going crazy.
“Son, I can’t sleep,”
She said softly, with a hint of embarrassment.
“What do you need, mother?”
He asked, knowing exactly what she meant.
“I need your thick cock, son,”
She whispered, her cheeks flushed with shame and lust.
“Oh! Didn’t you say earlier that we shouldn’t do this in front of Isabella?”
“Yes, I did say that, b-but she’s asleep now, so I think it’s okay.”
She whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
Lucian chuckled,
“Alright then mom. Take off your dress and sit on my lap, so you can bounce your ass on my dick.”
Celine didn’t hesitate and in the darkness she was able to take off her black night dress without a problem.
Then her soft fingers found the waistband of Lucian’s underwear. She slowly peeled them down, her breath catching as she felt the heat radiating from his skin. As the fabric slid past his thighs, his erect penis sprang free, brushing against her hand.
Celine’s fingers trembled slightly as she wrapped them around his thick dick, feeling its impressive girth; her mouth watering, her hole clenching, juices overflowing.
She still couldn’t believe how her son had completely changed her — making her beg for his cock and behave like a sl*t. Yet she had fully accepted this new side of her, even wondering if this was her true-self.
She traced the prominent veins that ran along his boner, marveling at how they pulsed beneath her touch. Her thumb brushed over the swollen head, feeling a bead of pre-cum at the tip.
Unable to resist, she leaned down, her lips parting as her tongue darted out to taste him. The salty-sweet flavor made her moan softly as she licked his tip, savoring every drop.
Lickk~~ Flick!
Celine’s forked tongue swirled around Lucian’s fatness, coating it with her saliva.
She took him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his monster cock.
Her lips stretched wide as she engulfed him, nose brushing against his pelvis.
Guuuhkhhhh~~!!
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she held him there.
She hollowed her cheeks, creating a delicious suction that made Lucian groan softly.
Slurp! Shlurp!
Gluph!! Gukh!!
Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head, savoring the taste and feel of him.
Sluch~! Slurping~~
Lucian’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she pleasured him. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the carriage, mingling with the patter of rain outside.
When his cock was thoroughly lubricated with her saliva, Celine pulled back with a soft “plop”.
Feeling Isabella’s soft breathing, Celine silently moved her thighs as she slowly straddled Lucian’s lap.
Her face was facing Lucian’s, although she couldn’t see in the darkness.
Lucian began to lick her face, his warm tongue tracing across her cheeks and jaw.
Celine shivered at the contact, her breath catching in her throat.
She could feel the heat radiating from Lucian’s body, his muscular chest pressing against her soft breasts. Even though she had experienced this feeling many times, it still felt extremely pleasurable, as if she would never grow tried of it.
His hands found her sexy hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided her into position.
The mushroom tip of his cock brushed against her wet entrance, eliciting a quiet gasp from Celine.
She was already slick with lust, her body aching for him.
With trembling hands, Celine reached between them, grasping Lucian’s thick f*cktool.
She aligned it with her c*nt, feeling the heat radiating from his tip. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him.
Thruuust~
Her legs that were supporting her so far, now trembled with the effort of maintaining control.
The sensation of Lucian’s thick penis stretching her crack open sent waves of raw pleasure coursing through her body.
“Mpphh…”
Celine bit her lip to stifle a moan as she sank lower, taking more of red-flesh inside her birth-hole.
Lucian’s hands holding her soft hips guided her in a slow, circular motion.
Squelch…! Squelch…! Thrust…!!
The movement caused his cock to brush against every sensitive spot within her slit, sending sparks of ecstasy up her spine.
Clap! Smack! Thrust!!
“So-son… ahh… don’t… be so rough… ngh… I won’t be able to control my voi–”
Celine moaned, her breath came in pants, as she followed his lead, her hips moving in circular pattern.
At this moment, in the darkness, another pair of hands began to move…
The carriage creaked softly with their movements, the sound mingling with the steady patter of rain outside.