CHAPTER 77: DAMIEN’S COCK...

A few minutes ago... in the sitting room...

Claire gasped, slowly rubbing her thighs against each other.

She softly bit her lips, remembering the sensation of Damien’s hand when he gripped her buttocks.

’No... why do I keep thinking... like this?’ she thought, clenching her fists.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take the thought of Damien away from her mind.

Not just his gaze, the look he gave to her when he had her pinned beneath him that other night, as well as the feeling of his huge dick buried deep in her pussy.

Those feelings all came back at the same time, causing her folds to throb heavily in hunger.

She wanted it... she wanted to feel it again, that huge dick piercing through her slick folds.

She didn’t know why, but during the last few days, Damien never did anything with her.

Except for recently when he squeezed her ass as they hugged, all he had done was interact normally with her... like a normal ’mother’ and ’son’ should do

But then, how was she supposed to cope with that, when she had already experienced the feeling of that huge cock of his buried in her folds.

Even when they spoke normally, those images kept flashing in her mind, making her feel Damien should just strip her naked and take her right there.

If he had really done that, she would have given in without even putting up any resistance.

But he did none of them, barely even touching her during the nights they slept together.

It was driving her crazy.

She didn’t want to be the one having to go meet him... her son... for his dick...

She still felt embarrassed at how her thoughts had been processing during the last few days, making her feel she wasn’t herself anymore.

She was supposed to be his mother... and even though they were related biologically, she wasn’t sure getting pounded by his huge cock was something she should enjoy.

Unfortunately, after that one taste, her body kept screaming for his touch.

It only got worse after he squeezed her ass merely minutes ago, making her remember just how wonderful his hands felt.

"Hmm..." she bit her lips, her hands slowly slipping in between her thighs, where a maddening heat was already building up.

’Damien... I just want you to... hmm...’ she thought, rubbing her thighs against each other even more ferociously.

Apart from that, there was also the strange sounds she heard last night.

However, she simply believed they were results of her crazy dreams.

Nonetheless, they droze her crazy, making her feel her mind would crumble from the desire if care wasn’t taken.

Suddenly, she started hearing a couple of strange sounds, causing her ears to perk up.

They sounded a lot like those from her crazy dreams, making her confused.

She slowly turned around, staring at the direction they were coming from, which was none other than the door to the room.

Her eyes widened, her face growing flushed all of a sudden.

’What... is going on...’ she thought, swallowing a hard gulp.

She slowly moved closer to the door, and as she expected, the sounds gradually got louder.

Gawk!

Gawk!

They sounded like sucking sounds, mixed with low grunts.

Claire’s body trembled, her thighs rubbing even more against one another, though she hadn’t noticed.

’Damien went into the room... and Nora... was sleeping?’ she thought, the red creeping up her cheeks growing even more.

A strange thought started creeping up her mind, but she didn’t believe it... or rather, she didn’t want to believe it.

But with the sounds growing louder and louder with each minute, she started to realise the truth.

She gasped, placing a hand over her mouth in shock.

’Damien... Nora... are they...?’ she thought, trying hard to refuse the weird thought popping up in her mind.

Before she realized, she had already placed her ear against the door, trying to hear more of whatever was going on.

Her pussy throbbed even more, and she could already see a vague image of what Damien and Nora were doing in the room.

Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling unsteadily.

A hand slowly slipped in between her thighs before she even realised, slowly climbing up, until it had already ridden her gown up to her waist.

The sounds coming from the room soon evolved into moans, and the voice of the person moaning was very familiar to her.

’That’s... Nora... and those grunts... Damien...’ she thought, her fingers making contact with her throbbing pussy.

A sharp immediately coursed through her, and a low moan slipped from her lips before she could control it.

’Is Damien fucking her... with that huge cock of his?’ she thought, gently placing a hand on her door.

Her hand worked even faster, imagining she was the one in place of Nora, and was the one making those moans instead.

Her fingers rubbed across her pussy, more love juices leaking out, turning her panty soaked.

"Ahnn... Damien..." she moaned again, her fingers rubbing her folds more through the fabric of her panty.

But no matter how hard or how much she masturbated herself, it couldn’t compare to the feeling of his hand against her ass, talkless of his huge cock buried in her pussy.

"Ohh..." another moan slipped through her lips, a small stream of fluids squirting out of her folds.

They splashed on the ground, making a mess beneath her.

Not too long after, a loud cry of pleasure echoed from the room, sending a sharp jolt through her spine.

In her shock, she instinctively pushed the door harder than she intended, and it immediately flew open.

Her eyes widened, but before she could react, she fell into the room, her legs sprawled within the same mess she made.

The first thing she saw was Damien standing tall, with a familiar long, thick organ jutting out from his crotch.

It stood proudly, the veins around it pulsing with life.

’Damien’s cock...’ Claire mumbled inwardly, her throat immediately turning dry at the sight of it.