Heir Of The Forbidden Spell Ch 03

Obviously, this is a completely fictional story. However, we are faithful followers of the law and, for this reason, all characters present here are of legal age.

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"Mark," the old man called on his deathbed, lovingly holding his grandson's hands. "You're my only successor. All that old bitch's sons are faggots; I can't leave my greatest inheritance with one of those losers.

"Please, my only and valiant grandson, accept my power."

The old man's death affected Mark more than he expected. He didn't shed any tears during the funeral; he felt like he needed to be a pillar for his hot grandmother. He had the impression that if he tried a little - just a little - he would be able to get that busty old woman into bed.

And the old man wouldn't give a damn...

The relationship between the two always seemed strange to the boy. You never treated your wife with respect, but for some reason she refused to leave. He smiled and acted normally as if nothing had happened. Well, maybe she was just very passionate or had a very strong belief that compelled her against the idea of ​​images.

This theory lingered a little in Mark's mind; He soon noticed that, to a lesser or greater degree, the old man did the same to everyone around him. From giving a French kiss when greeting the neighbor's wife to grabbing the ass of a wanted woman in the supermarket parking lot, they were all under his influence.

Except Mark, to the old man's delight.

Paternal absence was never a problem thanks to his grandfather. He had the best gifts, international trips, affection, attention and everything else a child would need to grow up healthy. I've never been bullied and I've had the same girlfriend since I was 13 (both now 23-year-old adults, let's be clear).

Their mothers were normal as far as possible. Before Amélia decided 8 years ago that she would ban the wearing of clothes in her home, the only inconvenience was explaining why he had two mothers and no father and that, no, he was not adopted. After her father's strange and sudden decision, it was difficult to come up with excuses to avoid the presence of her friends - even though there was no chance of achieving anything, they still looked at her big ass whenever they had the opportunity - and the worst: convincing her girlfriend to stay naked, vulnerable with two lesbians.

Yes, she was quite homophobic; the kind who says she accepts, but occasionally makes an offensive comment. Dumb, but hot.

Two weeks had passed since the old man had been gone and Mark, despite his sadness, had been pleased with his inheritance. Not the money and possessions divided between legitimate and bastard children; except for Christine - a car named by the old man in honor of his favorite book written by his favorite author - Mark had not gained any material goods.

But there was the brand.

The oroboros tattoo appeared on his right palm the moment his grandfather stopped breathing. With it, the knowledge of your heredity and how to use your new abilities. Great things awaited him, but first...

Mark was alone in his room that night. Their mothers went on their honeymoon; Emma, ​​his girl, was avoiding him because she wanted to avoid the inevitable last goodbye. Asked in his thoughts, he was deciding how to proceed when he heard a knock on the door.

"The door is open, you can come in," he said.

Just like him, Sally was following the house rules. Even at 72 years old, she had a small body (1.55m), beautiful and athletic. His eyes were blue like the sea; her almost completely white hair was so long that it reached her back. She had big natural skies (ggg); It's a shame that few of his daughters inherited this trait.

"Sorry to disturb you," she said as she sat very close to him on the bed." Grandma was feeling a little lonely and...

Mark felt the old woman's large breasts.

"...I wanted to know if we planned on spending some time together. I can make popcorn and we can watch a movie together."

"Of course, grandma. But first, how about a kiss?" he offered with somewhat of a receiving. Try testing the limits of your influence.

Mark gave his grandmother a long, wet kiss while massaging her large, bare right melon.

"You're so sexy, grandma," Mark said as he broke the kiss. "I'm going to want to see the movie."

Mark let Sally choose the film; some silly romantic comedy from the 90s. He didn't want to be like his grandfather, even though he had a certain degree of admiration for him. Not that he would stop going after any woman on his masturbation list, but at least he would have some degree of respect for those he loved.

He didn't touch her during the session, but once the movie was over he couldn't resist.

"Sorry," Sally said as she farted. "I guess something I ate didn't do me much good."

This gave Sally's grandson a genius idea.

"I'll only forgive you if you sleep with me today."

"I would love to, sweetie, but I don't think today would be..."

" I want to smell your farts, grandma. I love you and your smelly ass.

Sally was surprised at first, but there was no reason to refuse. She lay down on her grandson's bed, who hugged her tightly from behind.

Prrrttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.

The first fart of the night was long and smelly. Mark was happy.

This is the end of our hero's journey, thank you to everyone who followed us this far and wait for his eventual return.

The next stories to be public will, for the most part, have themes of farting and incest. If it's not to your liking, don't bother reading and go find something that brings you happiness.