Incest/Taboo Don't Summon Me

My mother looked down on us, her eyes trembling with dark intentions. She moved behind us as the sounds of our bodies stormed on. She settled down next to her sister, moving close enough to touch. She licked at Lily's ear as my aunt whimpered.

Nana had an unobstructed view of us. She put her glass down and sat back, admiring me as I fucked her daughters.

My control began to slip. I moved my hand from Lily's mouth, driving myself to the hilt. Lily's breathing quickened as she stared at me with sad, demonic eyes.

"You're not a monster, my handsome grandson. You're a man with a great purpose, and great appetites."

"We will chase away the light," my mother said with a sinister whisper.

"Please, Gerald. I will be your whore, you're slut. Fuck me. Punish me. Spread my legs and I will always be wet for you," my aunt whined.

Her lip trembled before her head fell back into the chair. A moan from the deepest parts of her broken soul rose up from parted lips. She shuddered and I tapped into her mind and body. Inner explosions rippled along every part of her. She was blinded by a deluge of bliss. Her slit grew tighter as animalistic moans filled the air between us. She spasmed as I continued to thrust, driving thick inches deeper.

"My handsome son," Lily moaned across my mind.

My cock thickened as I let out my own primal roar. Thick spurts of seed quickly filled her tight, inner world. My aunt bucked as my hips and cock forced her down. She cried out as dark energy, and my urges, filled the emptiness. Her strength grew, but her cries remained simple, lost in a sea of pleasure.

I could feel her milking my cock of every drop of come. Heat blazed between us as my body betrayed me, pushing every drop of my black soul into her. Color filled her pale cheeks, and a wet sigh filled the air.

"I see I left my daughters in good hands," Nana said darkly, her thighs rubbing together as dim light glowed around us.

I was clear-headed as I opened the door to the drawing room. I lead the way, stepping in as my mother, aunt, and Nana followed me.

Music continued to play. My cousins, sister, and aunt, were on the couch, having a conversation. They stopped talking and looked at us as we entered. Everyone clapped and smiled.

I couldn't hide my own smile. The last hour was spent loving and feeding my mother and aunt as my grandmother watched. It was surreal, and titillating at the same time. After we finished, we got dressed, and proceeded back to the party.

"How was it?" Violet asked Nana.

"It was wonderful to see how you've all grown so close," Nana smiled. "It was something I always hoped for, but wasn't sure it would happen."

"We are very close, Nana," Dana said with a wicked smile.

"I hope you consider joining the coven?" Beth said with hopeful eyes.

Nana walked over to Beth. She sat down beside her and gave my sister a warm hug. Beth leaned into her, closing her own eyes in comfort.

"My dear Beth, joining the blood coven would be a dream come true, but I need to take time with such matters. There is much to do, helping Gerald and our family plan for the future. I must be clear-headed, or I would fall for your brother's charms more often than not."

"I can try and control myself?" I smirked.

Everyone looked at me and blinked. Then they all burst into laughter.

I made a fake sad face, but inside, I felt amazing.

My mother moved to my side, curling her fingers between mine, and gave me a loving squeeze.

"Now now, let's be a little kinder, or there may be spankings," my mother cooed.

"Oh, spankings," Dana said with an excitement in her eyes.

My mother continued, "Nana is here to aid all of us. She is off-limits until she says she's ready. You can go about your trysts with abandonment, but do not try to draw her in."

Heads nodded in agreement.

My mother smiled for a moment, before it slowly vanished, her eyes taking on a serious gleam.

"In about a week of so, we will be expecting some family members to arrive at Castle Umbra. They will no doubt want to join our coven, and crusade. We will spend that time preparing, and enjoying our home as we have it.

"Bring all matters to me until Gerald decided to lead again. It is important we rest, but prepare for the future."

"Yes, High Priestess," everyone but Nana said in unison.

Mother turned to me with a warm smile. "Let's continue with the celebration with more drinks."

I grinned as heads nodded in agreement.
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The corridor swayed as I tried to walk. My mother was by my side, helping to keep me steady. The alcohol had performed its magic, and I moved like gravity and reality were just a guideline.

The evening went on with drinks and stories. Nana took center stage, talking about the long history of the Bells and Umbras. Apparently, we were two clans that lived side by side for centuries. We warred a lot, until enough couples were wed to each from both clans. It formed such a strong bond, both sides, and withing each clan, could not deny each other. It also led to such a long peace, the witches and warlocks of our clans combined their secrets and knowledge to become leaders of the mystic arts in the homeland.

All of it was fascinating, until the room began to spin. Lily and Violet saw Nana to her room. Theo left to go to bed. Beth and Dana stayed in the drawing room, talking. Mother helped me up as I tried to keep my head up.

I fought against the shifting reality. We reached our bedroom door, opened it, and stepped in.

I let out a relaxed sigh, seeing our bed.

"We should take a shower. It will help you wake up a little so you don't get sick," mother said.

I simply nodded as she led me by the hand to our private bathroom. When we stepped in, I blinked slowly at the sight before me.

The bathroom was lavish, and immense. There was a tub large enough for a few people, complete with water-jets. The tiles were a light blue. In the corner was a large, standing shower. Several seats lined the area. A his and hers counter stood against one wall, with a long, rectangular mirror. Soft music played from hidden speakers as overhead lights glowed with gentle illumination.

"Take off your clothes," my mother commanded as she took hold of the straps of her dress.

I followed her command, grabbing at my clothes and fumbling to take them off. At one point, my shirt tried to eat my head, but I was victorious as I pulled it off and tossed it on a chair.

After a little more stumbling, everything was off. I stood naked, and swayed.

My mother was naked as well, and by the shower. She turned on the overhead shower, steamy water instantly coming out. When she turned to me, I fell into a mesmerized trance.

She stood in her womanly, motherly glory. Pale alabaster skin was contrasted against her dark hair, and ruby lips. Eyes shined in the light. Her large breasts defied gravity, and drank in her brown, erect nipples. Her areolae were small, showing more soft flesh. Her hips curved enough to look sexy, and beautiful. Her valley has some dark hair, but it was thin enough to still see flesh. Thighs called to me as she stood with confidence.

I stumble walked to her. When I reached her, my cock was already thickening. She took my hand, and gently pulled me into the shower.

Hot water rained down. I tilted my face to it and let out a relaxed sigh. It was nice enough to simple bask in it. My eyes were closed as water ran down my entire body. I felt every drop of stress slip away, and down the drain.

I tilted my head forward and opened my eyes. Water dripped off my eyelashes as my mother had soap in her hands. She pressed the soap bar to me with one hand, while her other hand touched my chest. I looked down on her, as she looked at me. She rubbed the bar over me chest, moving it down as she gently scrubbed my skin.

"Tonight was fun," my mother said in the steamy shower.

"It was, but what did you mean before, during your feeding?" I said, pertaining to her saying she didn't want it to begin this way.

A wry smile appeared along her full lips as she continued to wash me.

"I wanted us to be alone, so I could spoil you," she said simply.

"You always spoil me," I said with a small smile.

She glanced at me as water ran down her features.

We both stood facing each other. The showerhead was very wide, wide enough to rain down on four people if necessary. But for the two of us, it was like standing in a warm summer rain.

"Gerald, sometimes, the madness is hard to keep at bay. I like being like how I was before I died, but the toll can be overwhelming," she said as her soapy hand touched my cock, and gently stroked it.

I reached up and touched her cheek. She looked up to mem water running down her features.

"I know, I can feel some of it. You don't have to stay like this. You can return to your new normal size. I love you no matter how big, or small you are."

"It's not just that. I want to love you like we were meant to love, before I died," she said as I grew rock hard to her touch.

I let my hand fall to her heavy breast. I cupped it and gave it a small squeeze. A small sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into my touch.

"Oh Gerald, it takes everything to fight these urges. I want you to rest, but my needs can overpower me," she said weakly.

I pulled her close, but shifted a little so she could still stroke my cock. I squeezed her, running my thumb over her erect nipple. She cooed to my touch, as I enjoyed her touch.

"Mom, I always get hard for you. As for fighting your desires, I was fighting mine at the same time. I thought you wanted to just lead, and not get distracted by me."

She looked at me with hungry, wicked eyes.

"We can be so horny for each other, it borders madness," she said with a seductive tone.

Pleasure filled me as she stroked me just right. The head of my cock touched the wet skin of her thigh. She massaged the shaft slowly, making sure I was enjoying it.

"What can momma do for you, my son? How can I help you relax?"

"You're doing it now," I said as my cock nearly vibrated in her grip. "But I love when you dote on me. I'm so horny, all the time. I remember when I was eighteen, and I wanted to simply take you, force you down, and fuck you."

My mother licked her lips as she gave me a seductive gaze. "I believe that is called 'free use,' I think? I remember a few times checking your search results. You thought you could hide them from me, but I have my ways."

"You...spied on me?" I said as I felt myself getting closer.

She nodded. "I wanted to make sure you were healthy, and happy. I must admit, I liked many of the videos you watched. I watched them myself, imagining you doing those things to me."

Her eyes flashed with heat as water ran down her hair, face, and body.

"Can you guess which videos I liked?"

I held her closer, fondling her as my pulse quickened.

"Step mother step son," I said, admitting to myself that I liked those too.

My mother nodded.

"The plots were so simple, but I liked how eager the young men were. They reminded me of you, which only added to it."

She moved her lips closer to my ear as she upped the tempo slowly on her masterful stroking.

"We are free to do as we wish. Making you come brings me joy. If you want me to be more motherly, I will, but you may not rest as much as you want to. I hope it's okay, because I may demand your attention, many times."

"I like the attention, Mom," I said as the urge to come was filling my body and every thought.

"I know you do. That is why I am here, to take care of you, not only as your high priestess, but you mother."

Mom, I'm close," I said with urgency.

My mother faced me, stroking my cock quickly. It was aimed at her as she looked at me with heated eyes.

"Come on me. Show me how much you love me. Show me how much I turn you on."

I gritted my teeth before passing the point of no return. My cock thickened before my mind and body was blasted with blinding bliss. I groaned loudly in the shower, thick ropes of come spurting from the tip. The first splash landed on her stomach, the next few thick spurts struck her wet pussy. Come clung, and leaked to the hair surrounding her slit. I squeezed her tit as she milked my cock. More come dripped as let out a relieved sigh.

My mother used her other hand to rub my come to her pussy. Her hips moved as she continued to stroke me. I ignored the pins and needles, watching her with loving eyes.

"You love me so much," my mother cooed. "Such a good son. We'll get cleaned up. When we are in bed, you can lick my pussy before you fuck it."

"Yes, Mom," I heaved as I was already getting hard in her hand again.

I sat at my desk in my study. It was late afternoon, and few days since the day Nana arrived. I stared down at papers and open books strewn about the desk. I had scribbled notes, plotting out our next destinations. We still had six rifts to open, and I wanted to plan it down to every detail.

Despite using this time to rest, an anxiety began to fester in the back of my mind. With family on their way, and my own need to finish my part of the crusade, it began to weigh on me once again.

I sat back with a fluster, looking down at my notes and diagrams. The dark gods didn't care how long it took to open the rifts, but our enemies would. Agents of light were mostly on the defensive, or slowed by hunting us down. By now, they must know our patterns. They will increase their presence in many city locations. With every day that passes, they will be waiting for us, ready to fight and stop what we are trying to accomplish.

My mind stormed on, knowing I had to expand the blood coven. I didn't trust many family members on my father's side. Where my mother's side were more understanding, and warm, my father's side were cruel, and power hungry. Once they were initiated, and blessed, they would be under my control, but the bigger the coven, the harder it would be to watch them. Making Beth a priestess would help, but now, I think I had to elevate everyone under this roof, to keep the rest of the family in line. I didn't want a civil war. I wanted a blood alliance for a common goal.

A knock at the door woke me from my thoughts. Before I could say anything, the door opened, and Nana peered inside.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you?" she said with a small smile.

"Nana, you can never disturb me. Come in," I said as I reached for one of the lower desk drawers.

Nana came in and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a simple, light blue dress with an image of a large white flower along the long skirt length. She walked to my desk, and sat down in an empty leather chair. She looked at me with warm eyes, as I lifted a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses into view. I placed the glasses down, opened the top of the bottle, and poured into each glass.

"I needed a break, and wonderful company," I said as I put down the bottle, and handed her a full glass.

We lifted the glasses up to each other, before taking a deep swig. My throat burned in a good way, feeling the whiskey slid down and warm my stomach.

"I'm happy to know I'm not the only one with emergency whiskey close by," Nana grinned. "But I see a pain in your demeanor."

I nodded as I swirled my drink. "Planning to open the last six rifts. Once they are open, the dark crusade will end, and our victory will bleed into the world for thousands of years."

Nana sipped her drink. She nodded and looked at me with sharp eyes.

"Have you thought about after the fall of everything?"

I blinked. I parted my lips to speak, but then closed them again. To be honest, I didn't think that far. I assumed, after our victories, I would have plenty of time to plan my rule."

Nana continued, "Sometimes, victory is not enough. Once the last rift is open, you will be rewarded by the dark gods. They will give you more power, but we don't know how the world will change after that."

"I have an idea, at least from my dreams," I said before taking another sip. "The mad dreamers will rise. Chaos will build, like a growing tsunami. The cities will be most affected, especially where the rifts were opened. Dark energies will leak into our world, corrupting all."

I closed my eyes. "And then, society will fall. It will be replaced by dark priests, but it will be me, sitting on a throne."

"It's a good prophecy, but we can do better. Where do you see your throne?"

My brow wrinkled in thought. "I hadn't thought about it. The cities will be too chaotic for a while. Maybe Maine? I always enjoyed our visits there. I like the cold, and vast forests."

"Then Maine will be where you place one of your many thrones," Nana smiled. "But I want you to think for a moment, what happens when your enemies are defeated? Once you have greater power, you will want more."

I gave her a sinister smile. I sipped my whiskey and leaned forward, elbows on my desk.

"There are many realms across the multiverse. Why stop here, when I can lead the dark armies across other worlds?

"I had planned on a long rest, enjoying good company as the world burned. I still dream of it. Afterwards, we could lead many others, in the name of the dark gods."

Pink heat filled my Nana's cheeks. "There it is, that ambition our family had lost so long ago. I can see it in your eyes, and it brings me so much joy."

She took a deep swig of her drink before she continued, "You're doing what our family was meant to do a long time ago. The first witches and warlocks strived for such power, but our families were locked on this island.

"As the world changed, we could have carried on the will of the dark gods, but many in our families enjoyed basking in dark knowledge, but not using it."

Nana looked away with dark eyes. "It was what I fought most about with your grandfather, and his side of the family. He could have led us to victory, but he was just happy learning, and fucking his life away. Don't misunderstand, he was wonderful in and out of bed, but I needed more."

"I want more," I said with confidence. "When I brought mother back from the dream lands, it was my first taste of real power. After that, I wanted more. The dark gods sent their emissary to my dreams, promising me more if I led the way. I did, and was rewarded with much of what I desired, and loved."

I let the last sentence linger, while looking as my beautiful Nana.

She kept her gaze on me, a happy glow in her demeanor. She then looked away, similar to Lily's shy glances.

"Gerald, I would like nothing more than lay with you, and see where it will take us. But I must be strong, for you. I want to help you with your grand plans. I want to be at your side, as you draw the world closer to darkness. I..." she trailed off.

I gave her a small, loving nod. "Nana, I know, and understand. I'm not rushing you, but I do want you to know, I will keep you close. I want to make you happy. I want to make you come like you never came before.

"Theo and I have talked in private. He wants that too. We adore you, and he is as eager as I am. He has grown confidant, and I hope we can keep you happy."

Nana's eyes took on a shadowy gleam. "I know you will make me happy, but I want you to know, Beth and Dana are welcomed as well. I want the coven close. I love you all so much, I get wet just thinking about all of you."

"I wasn't sure," I said honestly.

Nana let out a sultry giggle. "My grandson, when you're ready, I will tell you about my many adventures. For now, let's focus a little more on your rule. It will help ease your mind, and help you when family arrives."

"Okay, Nana," I smiled before taking another long sip of my drink.
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I was buzzed and relaxed as I walked the empty corridor. Recent memories played in my addled thoughts, spending the last few hours talking, and laughing with Nana. Our conversation slipped between future plans, to stories from the past. She was a breath of fresh air, helping me to understand our dark destiny.

My small smile faded a little. I was so hard the whole time, I could barely keep my feelings as bay. Much like our family under this castle roof, my feelings were deep for Nana as well. All of us felt that way about her, but something needled at me. I could see, and feel the attraction between us, but she kept her distance. In a way, it felt like she was toying with me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I hated to think she was playing a game with me, or us. Unlike mother, and her sisters, Nana was still very much alive. She looked amazing, and didn't lose a drop of her cutting wit. She knew how to cut through bullshit to get to the heart of the matter when it came to any subject.

My eyes half-closed, Nana sitting across from me and telling me more lurid tales from her past. It was warm, and enlightening, seeing her smile as she told me how many men from the family liked to steal her away, and keep her to themselves. How they sometimes worked together, wanting to fulfill her fantasies. Much like Aunty Violet, she liked being kept a prisoner. How the men could barely hold back, unleashing their lust on her. How she screamed in joy as she orgasm for hours, and sometimes, days.

I was still hard as I passed a door. I stopped in my tracks and looked over. It was Aunty Lily's room. It was only about ten at night. Surely, she shouldn't still be up. The tension I felt was breaking me down, and I needed her to help me.

I looked down the corridor both ways. When no one was in sight, I opened the door and slipped in.

I locked the door behind me as a small glow filled the room. I looked over to the small fireplace. Each room in this wing had their own fireplace. This one glowed with embers, the fire already burnt low.

I shifted my gaze to my aunt's bed. She was there, her back to me as she was on her side. It looked like she was sleeping. The alcohol, and heated urges, pushed me closer to the bed. I walked around, and stood at the side of it. I looked down to see her on her side, eyes closed. She was only partially covered in a blanket. She was wearing a silky red lingerie. It had spaghetti straps, and a slit at the helm. It barely contained her tits. Her chest moved to a gentle rhythm.

I took hold of my clothes, and began to undress. I looked at her as I did. She looked peaceful, and relaxed. Her blonde hair was splayed around her. Her silk hem was up high, barely covering her hip.

When I was naked, my cock stood under its own power. I slipped onto the bed, and moved close to her. I touched her shoulder, and she began to stir. She gently fell onto her back, her thighs parted. My hand touched her warm thigh, sliding higher. I looked at her, seeing her eyes moving under eyelids. When my fingers touched her naked slit, I smiled as I was greeted with wetness.

Lily's eyes fluttered a little. I let my fingers invade her. With no underwear to slow me down, I fingered her tight slit. I pulled back a little, two of my fingers rubbering her engorged clit. A small exhale escaped her parted lips. She half opened her eyes and turned her face toward me. She gasped and moaned as I rubbed her clit. Nipples stood erect against the silky top. Her warm cleavage glowed to me in the dim light. All I wanted to do was bury my face in them and lick at her skin.

"Gearld?" Lily said and gasped as I rubbed her the right way.

"I need you, Mama Lily," I said with a soft tone.

Her breathing quickened a little as I continued to rub her unguarded pussy. Her hips moved slightly. A weakness filled her demeanor as she made no move to stop me.

"Gerald...I can't be your mom, out of respect for your mother," she hissed.

She was playing the game, but I wanted to play too.

"I need you. Don't turn your son away. I need to speak with you. I need to fuck you. Please be good mom to me."

My cock vibrated against her warm thigh.

"What...happened?" she asked as I continued to make slow circles against her clit.

I told her an abridged version of what happened with Nana. She moaned, but listened at the same time. Her hips moved against my swirls.

"Nana makes me so horny. I just want to have her. I know she would like my cock," I said as I massaged my aunt.

"She...always tests everyone. She...tested us all our lives. She thinks, the more you deny, the sweeter the reward," Lily said and then moaned.

"You don't think she is trying to do something against us, against me?"

Lily let out a sultry moan as she shook her head. She moved to my touch, her eyes fluttering.

"She would never go against us, or you. She's mentioned to us, she likes when young men can't fight their urges. Her and grandpa had such stories," Mama Lily managed to say before her lips parted.

I rubbed her clit as her entire body shuddered hard. Her hips bucked. I delved into her mind, and senses, feeling orgasmic explosions tossing her spirit from one side to the other of her being. They lasted for a while as wetness surged.

I didn't stop rubbing her now sensitive clit. I could already sense a new barrage of orgasms rising, and the empty ache in her broken soul.

Lily grabbed my wrist, and tried to push it away.

"I can't be your mother. I won't," she said weakly.

I ignored her as I crawled over her. I looked down on her with demonic eyes, my urges ruling me. She looked up with feigned fear, but didn't close her thighs.

I lowered my face to hers, my eyes staring into hers.

"You are my mine, Mama Lily. I know you're a fucking whore," I said as I grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip at her dripping wet opening. "You are so fucking wet. It makes me hard the more you deny me."

I pressed the tip to her, and she let out a euphoric gasp.

"Be a good mom to me. I need you. Don't make me punish you."

Lily eyes trembled. Her hips moved, rubbing her wet slit on my cockhead.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to be a bad mom. I," her eyes winded as I pushed in.

Thick inched spread her tight, inner world. Bliss flared across sensitive nerves from our connection. She let out a sultry moan as her pussy squeezed me, trying to keep me to her.

"My son, you're so fucking big. I'm sorry I said no. I promise, I will be better."

My hips pushed to the hilt, but I was so horny, I instantly began to pull back. Mama Lily let out a sultry moan as she bounced to my repeated thrusting. One of her breasts bounced out of her lingerie, her nipple hard enough to cut diamond.

"That...beautiful...fat...thick cock," she moaned.

"I always need you. I need you so I can tell you, my secrets. I need your pussy all the time. Please, be a good mom to me. I'll fuck you in secret. It will just our little, dirty secret," I said as I slammed my hips against her tender thighs.

Lily bit her lip, trying to muffle her own moans. She surrendered as I thrusted to hilt. She was so beautiful, and it felt so natural, I could already feel the urge to come.

"Please, come in me. Keep coming in me. Don't make me beg," Lily moaned with closed eyes.

"Mom, I love when you beg," I said with a sinister tone.

"It...feels so good. Please...please be a good son," she begged.

I couldn't hold back anymore more. I pushed deep and she shuddered. Her leg trembled as my cock thickened. Our minds and bodies connected, and were blinded by pure ecstasy.

Our broken souls mingled as we both came together. I groaned as she moaned. Thick spurts of come mingled with her flash-flood of honey. It was too much, and I grunted, ramming my hips between her thighs. She grabbed my ass with one hand, forcing me to keep fucking her.

When the bliss began to ebb, I gasped for air. A dizziness filled me as I began to fall back into my body. I was still thrusting, pushing every drop of my lust and love into her. She squeezed me with love, enticing me to stay within her.

"I...need more," I whispered, still hard as a rock.

"I'll take care of you," Mama Lily said with a seductive smile, and a wicked gleam in her eyes.
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I was on my back, propped up by pillows. My aunt was between my legs, deep-throating my cock.

We were at it for hours. After every orgasm, I thought it was enough. But my cock kept getting hard, and I needed to be in her again, and again.

My phone was on the bed next to me. I retrieved it to check messages for a moment, as my aunt lovingly sucked on me.

I kept looking at her as she focused on sucking on me. Her tongue moved along the underside of my shaft. Sometimes it slipped out to lick at my balls. She was really good, and I liked our little game.

As I watched her, inspiration struck. I picked up my phone, pulled up my camera app, and began recording. Lily didn't slow down as her lips ran up and down my manhood.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Lily sucked on my cock a little more, before letting go and taking hold of it. She looked at me as she laid on her stomach, stroking my cock by her cheek. She saw my phone, but there was no nervous look in her eyes.

"I'm your mother," she said without hesitation.

"Who am I?" I asked as I filmed her.

She blinked and gave me a devilish smile.

"You're my son," she said as she stroked me.

"I want whoever I show this to, to see what a good mom should be," I said.

Lily moaned and licked the head of my cock.

"Good mothers should always take care of their sons. I will milk that delicious cock of yours. I will make sure you're happy," she whispered.

"You do make me happy. Happy enough to come."

Her eyes gleamed with desire. "Come for Mommy. Come on my face with your love."

Urges grew and I let out a groan. My cock thickened in her hand, before spurts of come exploded from the tip. Ropes of come painted the side of her face as she looked at me. Her tongue snaked out, licking as the dripping come, as more splashed on her cheek, and lips.

"My healthy son. You taste so good," she said with a dreamy tone.

"I love you, Mom," I said as weakness filled me.

A darkness crowded around my soul. My eyes closed, and I fell into a yawning abyss, spirals of bliss clouding my mind, and heart.
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