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"Please... f*ck me first, don't look at my mom. I'm tighter than her, I'll serve you better, Master!" Who would've thought, the high and mighty campus queen was now on the same bed as her own birth mother. Like two b*tches in heat, they were sucking hard on my burning, monstrous c*ck. Just twenty-four hours ago, I was a complete loser. Three hundred pounds of fat, sitting on a couch covered in tissues and empty beer bottles. A blonde getting railed played on the screen, while I could only j*rk off to fantasies of my stepmother. She'd swindled every penny of my father's inheritance, then kicked me out like a dead dog. The funny thing is, even though I hated her to the core, I still l*sted after her perfect body. As I pulled up my pants to go buy more beer, I stepped on an empty bottle. My massive bloated body slammed straight into the sharp corner of the coffee table. With sharp pain exploding from the back of my head, I died humiliatingly amid my own c*m and trash. But I didn't die. I was reborn. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the luxurious ceiling of my bedroom from twenty-two years ago. I shot up in bed, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The disgusting fat was gone, replaced by a perfect eight-pack like a top athlete's. My eyes drifted lower, and my breath stopped instantly. Between my legs sat a monstrous beast of inhuman size. Even soft, its size was enough to make any woman scream. I was reborn, with a body as perfect as an incubus, back to when I was eighteen. None of the tragedies had happened yet. That b*tch stepmother hadn't fully stolen the family fortune yet. And Joe — who pretended to be my brother in my past life while secretly sleeping with my stepmother and stealing my inheritance — was still just a broke nobody. Since heaven gave me a second chance. Then this life, I'm not just taking back what's mine — I'm dragging everyone who hurt me straight to hell. I didn't waste a second. I went straight to the safe and pulled out my hidden fifty thousand dollars. On my way to deposit the money, I ran into that bastard Joe — the man I hated to my bones. "Hey, Adam! Sweet ride. Mind if I drive it?" Looking at his fake, greedy face, I fought the urge to snap his neck right there. Killing him outright would be too easy on him. "Get in," I sneered. "We're going to your place." Joe didn't sense the killing intent in my eyes at all, hopping excitedly into the passenger seat. Half an hour later, my sports car pulled up at his shabby suburban block. The moment I pushed open his door, I saw Joe's sister — Ruth. This gold-digging slut, infamous in my past life, was lounging on the staircase in revealing lingerie. The moment she saw my flawless face, her eyes lit up like a c*t in heat. "Hey there, handsome." She didn't even glance at her brother, throwing me a flirty wink instead. I curled my lips, giving her a meaningful look. "I need to use the bathroom." The bathroom door at Joe's house had a broken latch. I shoved it open without a care, pulling out my monstrous beast and started taking a leak. Just then, the door swung open. Ruth stood at the entrance, her perfectly made-up eyes locked onto my lower body. She didn't scream and run out — instead, she swallowed greedily. "You gonna just stare?" I sneered, turning my head. Ruth shut the door behind her, slithering up to me like a serpent in heat. "How big does it actually get?" She licked her red lips, and reached out to grab my c*ck while I was still p*ssing. Hot liquid splashed across her palm. She didn't think it was dirty — she trembled with excitement. "Wanna find out?" I cut off the stream, my hand snapping around her slender throat. I slammed her hard against the bathroom tiles, my other hand gripping her perky a*s. "Trust me, it's big enough to split you in half." My fingers brutally rubbed her cl*t through the fabric. Ruth let out a sweet whimper, her legs already wrapping around my waist on their own. But I didn't take her right there. I leaned down and kissed her hard, until she was weak all over. "Eight tonight. Dress like a sl*t and wait for me." I let her go, blowing softly into her ear. Ruth's eyes were already glazed over. She nodded obediently like a little b*tch. Done with the sister, I pulled up my pants and walked downstairs. In the kitchen, I saw Joe's mother — Emily. This stunning mature woman was kneeling on the floor, wiping it clean. Her round, full a*s swayed left and right with each motion under her tight pants. I walked up silently behind her. The moment she stood up, she stumbled right into my chest. "Ah!" "Adam... you scared me to death." Emily blushed, instinctively covering the deep cleavage at her neckline. "Don't hide them. They're beautiful." I stared straight into her eyes, backing her up step by step. Until her lower back hit the dining table — nowhere left to run. "Adam... I'm your friend's mother." She still tried one last weak protest. "I know." Without hesitation, I gripped her chin and kissed those mature, full lips. At first she pushed back symbolically, but the moment my tongue parted her teeth, she completely surrendered. This woman, alone in an empty house for years, was ten times more sensitive than her daughter. She started clumsily and greedily kissing me back, suppressed whimpers rising from her throat. My hand slid down her flat stomach, straight into her sweatpants. With no zipper to block me, my fingers easily reached the panties already soaked through. "Mmh—!" Emily's eyes shot wide, her body tensing as if shocked. Through the thin fabric, I rubbed her most sensitive spot with precision. "No... too fast... I can't..." She begged in broken whispers. But I ignored her protests, brutally pulling aside her panties and plunging my fingers deep inside her. Too wet. Inside was like a flooding spring, clenching madly around my fingers. "Ahh!" Emily's eyes rolled back instantly, her thighs locking around my wrist. I sped up my thrusts, hitting her weakest G-spot with every stroke. In less than a minute, her body convulsed violently. A burning hot liquid gushed out like a fountain, soaking her pants. She'd actually been finger-f*cked to a squirting orgasm in her own kitchen — by her son's friend! Emily gasped heavily, collapsing into my arms like mush, eyes unfocused. I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean right in front of her. "Delicious." Looking at her face — flushed with shame — I lowered my voice. "Next time, I'll taste it straight from the source." With that, I turned and left, leaving this mature beauty trembling behind. After leaving Joe's house, I started planning tonight's hunt. Ruth was already hooked. But I didn't plan to feast on her alone. If I'm getting revenge on Joe, I want him to know — the two women closest to him became my personal b*tches on the same night. Time flew. Soon it was eight o'clock. I changed into a sharp tailored suit and drove my sports car to the most luxurious penthouse suite downtown. I'd already sent Ruth the room number. By now she should be on the bed, washed clean, waiting for me. But I didn't go in directly. I drove back to Joe's house once more. Ten minutes earlier, I'd sent Emily a text. The message was simple. [If you don't want Joe to know you squirted all over the kitchen this afternoon, come downstairs now.] In less than two minutes, Emily came down in her heels, face full of panic. She hadn't even changed out of her loungewear — her proud breasts still trembled beneath it. I yanked open the car door and pulled her into the passenger seat. "Where are you taking me?" She looked at me, terrified. "Somewhere that'll make you cry from how good it feels." I slammed on the gas. The sports car roared like a beast. Half an hour later, we stood outside the presidential suite. Emily's legs were already weak. She thought I was going to take her brutally right there. She'd even started unbuttoning her shirt in resignation. I sneered, gripped the door handle, and with a beep, pushed the heavy mahogany doors open. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with rich aphrodisiac incense. And on that expensive king-sized bed, kneeling, was a sexy seductress in nothing but black lace lingerie. It was Ruth. The moment she heard the door, she struck a wildly seductive pose, looking over with hazy eyes. "Master, you finally came..." Ruth's voice cut off the instant she saw the woman behind me. Emily was equally thunderstruck, staring at the wanton girl on the bed. "Ruth?!" "Mom?!" The mother and daughter screamed in disbelief at the same time. The air in the entire room seemed to freeze. Ruth looked at her mother, then at my coldly smirking face — her brain completely shut down. And Emily, looking at her daughter's visually shocking lingerie, was destroyed by shame. "Adam... what the h*ll are you trying to do?" Emily's voice trembled, tears already welling in her eyes. I yanked off my tie and locked the suite doors behind me. "I told you — I'm going to make you both cry from pleasure." I unbuttoned my suit, walking toward the bed. The sound of my zipper unzipping rang clear through the room. When the monstrous c*ck — the one that had stunned them both — finally sprang free. Mother and daughter both started breathing heavily, undeniable raw hunger flickering in their eyes. "Now — which one of you is going to put it in your mouth first?"

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