Warning: This is a twisted and dark fantasy about a nudist tribe. It contains extreme ideals and is generally insensitive. Please do not read if you are easily offended and you're not into incest and bisexual sex. Mother-son, father-son, and son dominate mother and father. I warned you, so don't waste your time. It is for a particular audience, so again, if that's not you, no shame in turning back now. If you have mild tastes when it comes to adult fiction, I suggest that you tread carefully.
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All characters are 18 or older. Now enjoy.
Many weeks had passed since then.
As I stirred awake in the morning, my groggy mind was suddenly flooded with the recollection of the cluttered mess in my basement, and decided it was finally time to take action. I called Lucas to help me tackle the daunting task. We put on some upbeat music to set the mood and started discussing our strategy. We were also doing some heavy lifting and working up a sweat as we cleared out the items from the basement.
Together, we ventured into the basement, armed with cleaning supplies, boxes, and determination. As we sifted through the piles of forgotten items, we discovered treasures from my childhood--a dusty box of old toys, a collection of comic books, and even an old skateboard. Each finds sparked memories.
The basement started to come alive as we cleaned and sorted. The rays of sunlight filtering through the small windows cast a warm glow, transforming the space from a dreary storage area to a place full of potential.
During our breaks, we lounged on a couple of chairs we had dragged down, sipping on cold drinks and sharing stories.
"I was thinking of increasing Lucy's hrt treatment speed," Lucas said. "I want to make her boobs shake while I fuck her."
"Sure, sounds hot. My father successfully passed down our family's alpha gene to the next generation, ensuring its continuation. Now, she can retire gracefully, knowing that our legacy is secure,' I said. "For years, my mother and father attempted to conceive another child without success, leaving them frustrated and longing for a sibling for me. However, now that my mother is likely pregnant with my child, it has led me to believe that my father may have permanently lost his fertility."
"I've been considering a permanent change for your father," Lucas said, his voice filled with determination and a hint of uncertainty.
"What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by Lucas's cryptic statement.
"We need to consider castrating him for the sake of boosting her feminization," Lucas said, his voice serious and filled with concern. "I prefer empty sacks over any teen's pussy."
"Do you think we should keep the extra skin?" I asked, unsure of what implications it might have.
"I prefer it smooth," Lucas replied, expressing his personal preference for a clean and streamlined appearance. "The smoothness adds a feminine touch, enhancing its overall appeal."
"Will it still be functional?" I asked, my curiosity growing.
Lucas pondered for a moment before responding, "Yes, it should still maintain its functionality. The removal of the extra skin doesn't affect its primary purpose, but it can enhance the beauty and make it more comfortable."
"Oh, I mean the balls?" I asked, seeking clarification.
"No, the removal of the testicles wouldn't affect functionality in that sense. While it would result in sterility, other regular functions would remain intact," Lucas answered. "She'll squirt like she used to."
"I saw she used to squirt while her clitty was rock hard, but now always limp?" I asked.
"It's normal. The lack of testosterone made her limp," Lucas explained.
"Yea, plus she doesn't need a hard-on," I replied.
"Most of the men prefer her girl limp," Lucas added.
"So, you were telling me you prefer teens over my mom?" I said playfully.
Ohh, I need to talk about my sexy mother, don't I? My mother is a 37-year-old woman who exudes an aura of allure and confidence. She possesses a natural beauty that catches the eye, drawing attention wherever she goes. Her figure is curvaceous, accentuating her feminine charm. She maintains a level of fitness that sets her apart from others her age, giving her youthful energy and vitality.
Her lips are naturally full and soft. When she smiles, her lips curve into a gentle, inviting expression that radiates warmth and charm. They have a subtle natural tint that enhances her features, drawing attention to her captivating smile and the words that flow from her lips with confidence and charisma. Her lips possess a certain magnetic quality, leaving a lasting impression on those who have the privilege of experiencing her presence.
Most of the time she uses glossy red lipsticks. The vibrant shade added an instant allure to her already captivating smile, creating a focal point that couldn't be ignored. The glossy red lipstick glided smoothly, accentuating the natural curves of her lips. It caught the light, creating a lustrous sheen that reflected her inner confidence and radiance. The color itself was a bold statement, exuding a sense of power and sensuality. Every time I look at her her lips invite me to taste her words and the pleasure of her kiss.
Her eyes are expressive, sparkling with a mix of intelligence and playfulness, hinting at a mischievous spirit within. Her hair cascades in waves or falls in luscious curls, framing her face and adding to her overall appeal.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that when I said over teen's pussy," Lucas apologized. "Honestly I don't sleep with your mother often because of you."
"What, why?" I asked.
"You love her so much. I better keep my dick out of your way," Lucas replied.
"Haha. Alright, you got me. We're actually banging like rabbits, trying to spawn a little one," I said with a smirk. "But you can fuck her ass, I gave you permission before."
