All characters in any sexual situations are over 18. The story is stands on its own as a concluded part.
I find this story difficult to categorize. There is incest, but it is not the main focus of the story. Everything is consensual, but there is role play, reluctant cuckolding, and sleeping sex involving pills, which all push the boundaries of consent. There is much focus on virginity, watersports, and an overweight aunt. Avoid if you think any of the above is not for you.
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Over the past year, the games had come to increasingly mirror the sexual frustrations of the party.
At the moment, they were all staring intently at two dice tumbling over their table, settling a matter of great importance for the evening. The D20 settled on a 16, which seemed to be what mattered, because the players started cheering. Edgar the gamemaster let out a flat sigh.
"Her breasts are very big," he declared to more cheering.
Edgar, Henry, Victor, Arthur, and Luna were almost inseparable since RPG club at college a few years ago. They were all working adults around 25 now, and the games were relocated from college to Edgar's place, where he lived with his aunt. They played their own version of RuneMaster, throwing most rules of conduct out the window.
After their cheering, for example, Victor predictably asked for his character to rip all the clothes off the inkeepers daughter, checking if her tits were really as amazing as the GM insinuated.
"You're ok with this Lu?" Edgar asked out of politeness, although everyone knew they always took the sick and twisted route in the end.
Luna was the only female member of the party. It was an open secret among them that her very prominent real-life breasts inspired the anatomies of many female NPCs Edgar had them encountering. She was a pale and enthusiastic goth girl with black hair, some variety of black fishnet clothing, and leather mixed with cheap plastic knock-offs, making her smooth, soft skin spill out in the most unusual places. She wasn't fat, but she was filling out in very eye-catching ways. There also seemed to be more cleavage on display for every game night.
Luna's slutty nerd body was the reason all testicles in the room were brimming over with sperm while they were playing the games. It was the reason all games turned perverted, because all the guys could only think about how they wanted to feel the blessing of Luna's cunt -- or any cunt -- around their inexperienced cocks. As long as she was in the room, they would keep dreaming, and their fantasies grew increasingly frustrated, which turned her on quite a lot.
In reality she was off-limits to all of them but one, because she was the official girlfriend of Henry. He was the scrawniest and most quiet one of the bunch. Still, she enjoyed feeling as if she was the queen mistress of everyone there. These were her boys, and she loved them more than any mother ever could have. Now, if only she could get them to see that she was all they would ever need.
"You're the prude in this room," she replied Edgar. "If he want to that poor girl's clothes off, I'll help him! I love to help men play with tits! Come on, why don't you draw us picture of how she looks naked?"
"How about showing us some real ones, Lu?" Victor asked, smirking, staring at her chest as if he was about to pounce her.
Victor was the self-appointed bad boy of their party. In the real world he was as timid as any of them, but here among friends he chose to overcompensate. When it came to Luna, he was all talk and no action.
None of the guys were confident or physical, although she could see them growing into their bodies, becoming men -- with the social skills of teenage geeks. To be fair, the only ones who really grew in flattering ways were Vic and Art. Edgar lived from his aunt's cooking, so in a few years he would officially be fat.
"I'd love to show some tits, for you Vic, but where would that leave Henry?" Luna responded, pity-caressing her boyfriend's weak chest. "Anyway, I'm not sure about exposing myself to a room of virgins."
She was right about the remaining party being virgins, and Henry had been the one most destined to stay virgin if she hadn't interfered. She had never meant for the rest of them to be cut off from the world, but they had handled that part fine by themselves, swarming around her without ever acknowledging that there were other real girls out there. Still, the whole room was teeming with desperation. After years of unsatisfied horniness, her boys appeared incapable of thinking about anything but the experience they yearned for to the point of despair. Sometimes, their cocks actually seemed to be physically aching for a warm vaginal squeeze. Luna had to admit that she loved being the center of their urges. To be honest, she loved everything kinky. Horniness permeated her every pore whenever she was with her boys.
"Is this about it?" Arthur asked, holding up a sketch, referring to the call for an image of their in-game potential molestation victim.
Arthur was very good at filthy drawing done fast. Now he showed them a very big-titted body without a face. There was almost nothing but breasts, and somehow it was still erotic. Luna often suspected that he could turn anyone on with the way he drew tits, cunts, and asses, accentuating details that nobody else would notice. On a good evening he left a small collection of spank material behind, and she wondered if it was left for the aunt to clean up, or if Edgar stashed it somewhere.
The buxom, gray-haired aunt was in her late fifties, and she was named Molly. Whenever Luna's breasts fell short of describing a female character, Molly's were always more than enough. She was overweight, carrying enormous baggy udders on her stomach and hauling around a gigantic ass.
Apparently, she had inherited this quaint but very big and expensive house after her late husband. Her young guests had started showing up about a year ago, and the old woman had appeared to gradually warm up to their visits. She had started dropping in on them with various snacks. She had been raunchy from the start, and after a few weeks she had become openly suggestive, coming on to all the guys. Their initial unresponsiveness had been worn down until they saw her in another light.
Molly fit right into their strange dynamic. There was a difference in age, but the level of desperation seemed similar. The cocks of the players were at half-mast half the time these days, and at some point even the fat tits of an old woman started to look inviting. There was no place to take their frustration out except to continue the feedback loop and make the games even sicker.
Right now, their characters were actually holding down the innkeeper's daughter, feeling her up, preparing to do what they wanted without asking permission from their unfortunate victim.
"Our heroes need to release the pressure in their balls one last time before they're off to save the world," Victor announced. "Will you help us hold her down, Lu?"
"Absolutely!" Luna played along. "Heroes should empty their balls if they need to, right? Maybe, since I don't have any balls, I get to pee a little on her instead?"
She adjusted her breasts while she said it, trying to get all of them as excited as possible. She was spreading her legs for them while she managed to place her hand on Henry's crotch. This was on purpose, of course. Now, she felt his little cock twitch in stiffness as she helped his frustrated friends design the sexual abuse of a fictional character.
Their game made cunt wetness smear into her patent leather panties, making them just as shiny from mess on the inside as they were glossy on the outside. All crotch wetness thrilled her, and she was absolutely obsessed with having her creamy cunt licked clean by a virginal mouth at every oppurtunity.
