A Pervert's Dream Land.

Kael reached down, firmly gripping the back of her head to steady her, providing the leverage he needed to sink himself deeper.

Now, he was only an inch away from burying his entire length.

He could feel the tight, pulsing warmth of her esophagus actively expanding and stretching to accommodate his shaft.

When he caught a glimpse of her profile from the side, he could see the clear, distinct bulge of his cock pressing against the skin of her throat—a sight that sent a jolt of raw power straight through him.

Kael was overcome with a sense of pure, unchecked triumph. Just moments ago, his cock had been buried deep within her bowels, and now, it had been forced all the way down into her throat.

He hadn’t even imagined, when he woke up this morning, that he would end up "spit-roasting" his aunt, yet here he was, dominating her completely.

Suddenly, Suna slapped his thighs, her muffled cries sounding desperate: "Mmmmm... mmmm... mmmh!"

Looking down, Kael saw her struggling. Her face was flushed, and tears of pure intensity were welling up in her eyes as she fought to keep her throat open around the thick, unyielding length of him.

Sensing she was reaching her absolute physical limit, he hurriedly pulled his cock out to give her air.

As he withdrew, Suna gasped, air rushing back into her lungs. "Cough, cough, cough... ahhhm... hmm... aahhm."

Kael watched her, a surge of pride swelling in his chest. While she hadn’t managed to get the final inch down, she had gone further than anyone he had ever been with.

He leaned in, stroking her hair as he praised her, knowing exactly how to keep her hooked.

"That was absolutely fascinating, Aunt," he said, his voice dripping with admiration. "You are the best. You took it even deeper than mother."

Suna felt a sliver of her dignity return after failing to take every inch of Kael’s cock into her throat.

"Thank you, little Kael, for your praise, but I think I am at my limit now. I don’t think I can take it any deeper than this."

Kael could see the flicker of disappointment in her eyes, so he leaned in closer. "Don’t be disheartened yet, Aunt. We haven’t tried everything yet."

"You mean...?" A sudden realization struck her, and she nodded, her mood brightening instantly.

"Yes, let’s try that." With renewed motivation, she opened her mouth wide and looked up at Kael, trying to keep her head for him.

Kael knew his aunt was sharp; she had caught on before he even had to spell it out.

He bent down, gathered a mouthful of thick, slick saliva, and spat it directly into the back of her throat.

He repeated this two more times, coating her passage, before lining his cock up once more. With only a few practiced thrusts, he found the resistance melting away.

Soon, the tip of her nose was brushing against his skin. Suna was genuinely amused and overwhelmed with a sense of triumph—she had finally accomplished exactly what Amber certainly could not.

"I’m going to start humping now, Aunt. Take care," Kael warned. He got his answer in the way Suna’s eyes locked onto his, a silent signal of her readiness.

Glugggg, glugg, guug, guuogg...

Now, he was fully inside her throat humping her down, forcing his way down her throat. Kael pulled back, then drove his entire length into her with one powerful, singular motion.

He gripped her neck firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to feel the distinct, heavy bulge of his manhood stretching the skin of her throat from the inside.

A wave of intoxicating dominance washed over him. As the darkness of pure, primal intent took over his mind, his thrusts became faster, harder, and more rhythmic. He was completely lost in the act, relishing the way Suna was fully consumed by his attention, acting as the ultimate vessel for his desires.

Suna felt a rush of warmth and slick moisture pooling between her thighs; she had reached a peak of orgasmic pleasure, and she was leaking heavily, her body reacting to the intense, primal connection.

The rough, unrelenting treatment from Kael was pushing her to a state of near-frenzy, but eventually, the sheer physical obstruction of his presence in her throat became too much.

She began to choke, her airway restricted, and she was forced to slap Kael’s thighs hard, signaling for him to let up.

Kael was snapped out of his trance by the sharp, stinging slaps against his skin. He pulled back slowly, his eyes dark with residual intensity.

"Aunt, I guess you’ve swallowed all the lubrication I gave you," he noted, his voice raspy. "Open up."

Suna let out a submissive hmm, her chest heaving as she obeyed, her mouth parting wide to receive him again.

Kael gathered another mouthful of saliva and spat it deeply into her throat, coating her once more before resuming his rhythmic, piston-like motion.

"Hey, Aunt," he commanded, his pace steadying into a brutal, hypnotic drive. "Try moving your tongue around my penis while I do this."

Suna felt no shame or hesitation in following his instruction; she was far too deep into the experience to hold back.

She wrapped her tongue around the shaft of his cock, swirling and teasing as he drove in and out.

After a few minutes of this, Kael felt the sharp, electric prickle of his own orgasm beginning to build in his loins.

He tightened his grip on her head, his pulse hammering in his ears, but he grit his teeth—he wasn’t ready to reach his finish just yet. He wanted to push her, and himself, to the very edge of endurance before letting go.

Kael didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her by her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat, and drove himself inside with rough, deliberate force.

He punished her mouth with relentless, hard thrusts, his mind slipping into that familiar, dark place of total control.

As the familiar, rhythmic throb of his approaching climax signaled that his body was ready to release, he warned her, "Buckle up, Aunt. I’m going to release it all deep inside your throat."

With a final, guttural grunt, Kael reached his peak, unleashing a heavy, thick load.

Because he was thrusting so deeply into her throat, it was easy for Suna to swallow the initial wave, but as he began to pull out, the tickle of the fluid against her sensitive throat triggered an uncontrollable cough.

The forceful expulsion sprayed a fine mist of Kael’s seed across his own chest and face.

Kael cringed, instinctively wiping at his skin, but Suna only laughed, her voice thick and breathless.

"Sorry, Kael, I wasn’t able to control it, haha!" she teased, despite her own disheveled state. "Don’t worry, I’ll wash you up."

Kael paused, taking in the sight of her. Suna’s face was smeared with his seed, some of it trailing down from the bridge of her nose.

To an outsider or someone from his past life, she might have looked like a slut,a degraded woman, but to Kael, she looked absolutely heavenly—a masterpiece of his own making.

Realizing he needed to keep her ego inflated, Kael grinned. "Don’t worry about it, Aunt. That amount was too much. My mom was able to take so much less when I deposited it in her mouth. You’ve proven today that you can do it even better than she could."

Suna felt a rush of giddy pride. She suspected he might be buttering her up to soften the awkwardness, but the more she reflected on it, the more confident she felt.

She had succeeded where Amber had failed, and that was enough to make her want to swallow every last drop. She happily finished cleaning herself up, savoring the taste of her nephew’s conquest.

"Okay, kiddo, you’ve enjoyed yourself long enough. Go and wash up," Suna said, shifting back into a heavy, authoritative motherly tone as she addressed Kael.

"It’s enough for today. You need to go home; Amber must be starting to worry."