Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 97: Conquest Success

Yasin looked down at Vivian, who was obsessed with sucking his cock greedily with her eyes closed, and an evil sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.

In this world, he was nominally Vivian’s son.

To Vivian and everyone else in this world, he was Adrian, Vivian’s 12-year-old little son.

Because of the influence of Adrian’s memories and some emotions, Yasin often felt guilty about incest while enjoying himself.

But more than that, there was a satisfying sense of conquest and an evil sense of depravity in his heart.

This intense psychological stimulation even surpassed physical pleasure.

In this world, Vivian, who was already a mature woman, had very skilled oral sex skills. Yasin’s penis soon regained its feeling under Vivian’s skillful and meticulous licking and sucking.

Perhaps it was because maternal love had begun to overflow. Vivian, who originally hated giving men oral sex, became extremely obsessed with her son’s penis.

Not only did she not dislike the semen and love juice on the penis, but every movement she made was extremely caring.

Her soft, wet tongue, covered with crystal saliva, kept entwining her son’s glans, licking his urethra again and again, and sucking all the love juice secreted from the urethra into her stomach.

Vivian licked and sucked like a greedy bitch...

Feeling her son’s hot cock becoming hard as iron again in her mouth, Vivian opened her mouth in surprise. Her slender fingers gently caressed her son’s cock.

She stuck out her tongue like a bitch, greedily licking her son’s scrotum, while looking at her son who was high above her with hungry and greedy eyes, her flushed face full of impatient pleading.

Feeling the penis under his crotch erect again, Yasin gently patted Vivian’s plump mature breasts. Vivian understood and turned over, and like a bitch, she couldn’t wait to turn over and lie on the bed, sticking her snow-white fat buttocks high, shaking them gently, waiting for the insertion of her beloved son’s penis with great anticipation.

Yasin caressed Vivian’s snow-white buttocks comfortably, gently opened Vivian’s pussy with his hands, and slowly inserted his cock into Vivian’s open pussy again.

The feeling of being filled again made Vivian moan with pleasure, and she consciously moved her hips back and forth, welcoming Yasin’s increasingly powerful thrusts.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight was slowly blocked by dark clouds, and the entire room was suddenly plunged into absolute darkness.

There was a silent thunder, and heavy rain came down.

Two hot naked bodies entangled crazily, rolling and entwined silently in the dark night, emitting a dull and fiery gasp...

Harry Brant was still sleeping soundly, his heavy and steady snoring rising and falling from time to time.

Inside the house, the sounds of heavy breathing, the dull sound of flesh colliding, mixed with heavy snoring, accompanied by the sound of raindrops outside the window, wove into a symphony of sin in the silent night.

In the suppressed passion, Yasin and Vivian both reached climax again.

Perhaps it was because the two of them had a family connection, or perhaps he was influenced by Adrian’s emotions in some way, Yasin had never felt such an exciting and passionate secret affair.

Amidst sin and tension, shame and hunger, the two became more and more crazy!

"Ah!~~Ahhhhhh!~~~Ahhhh!~~~~" Following Vivian’s irrepressible lustful moan, Yasin suddenly pulled out his penis and madly sprayed large streams of semen onto Vivian’s blushing face.

Large streams of milky white, sticky semen sprayed all over Vivian’s mouth, nose, eyes, hair, and cheeks.

Vivian collapsed on the bed in great comfort, twitching slightly. She gasped weakly and greedily stuck out her tongue, licking the semen on the corner of her mouth in a naive manner.

She was addicted to the taste of her son’s semen.

Yasin was already sweating profusely and felt weak all over.

Even though Yasin’s physique was already different from that of ordinary people at this time, after such crazy sex and such a tense atmosphere, Yasin also felt a little tired.

He looked at the sky outside the window and didn’t know what time it was.

Yasin stuffed his cock, which was covered with love juice and semen, into Vivian’s mouth, who was still immersed in the climax. After letting Vivian clean it carefully, Yasin picked up Vivian’s underwear, wiped the love juice around the cock with the underwear, and then casually put it on the head of Vivian, who was limp on the bed.

He turned around, picked up the clothes and pants thrown on the ground, put them on, and carefully left Vivian and Harry’s room.

Vivian was left alone, still immersed in the sinful sexual climax.

The rainstorm outside the window was getting more and more violent. The flickering lightning, mixed with dull thunder, illuminated the house from time to time.

Vivian gradually sobered up and looked at the heavy rain outside the window. Her chaotic thoughts were entangled in human relations and love...

The waves of burning pleasure coming from her vagina made her realize that she had opened Pandora’s box. From now on, she would be unable to restrain herself and fall into depravity...

Looking at Harry Brant, who was still sleeping soundly because of drunkenness, Vivian suddenly felt extremely disgusted...

Returning to his room, Yasin looked at the time and found that it was already past four in the morning.

Perhaps it was because he was too nervous and excited in the special environment just now, or because he felt so comfortable making love with Vivian Sinclair, the mother of this world, Yasin didn’t even realize that the two of them had been making love for more than four hours next to Harry Brant!

After taking another hot shower in the bathroom to wash off the sweat and Vivian Sinclair’s love juice, Yasin lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

...

Because he was too absorbed in making love with Vivian Sinclair, Yasin was completely released physically and mentally. This time, Yasin slept soundly and deeply.

In the darkness, Yasin didn’t know how much time had passed when he was startled awake by a sudden noise at his bedroom door.

A familiar voice called out softly, "Brother? Are you awake yet?"

Yasin rubbed his eyes and sat up groggily. The morning light filtering through the curtains told him it was later than he usually slept. He grabbed his phone to check the time - 7:00 AM.

"Helen?" Yasin called out, his voice still thick with sleep. "What is it?"

The door opened slightly and his sister peeked in. "Mom asked me to wake you up! You’re going to be late for school - Jerry’s already waiting downstairs and he’s getting impatient."

Yasin’s eyes widened as the realization hit him. In this world, he was only 12 years old - of course he had to go to school. The thought of returning to junior high classes made him groan internally.

"I’m up, I’m up," he said, throwing off the covers. As he got dressed, Helen lingered by the door.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she added. "That Sean guy was looking for you earlier. He seemed really sneaky about it. And... I don’t know if this means anything, but before your accident last month, I saw him coming out of the garage when no one was around."

Yasin paused, his shirt half-buttoned. That was interesting information. He’d always suspected his character’s "accident" might not have been entirely accidental.

"Thanks for telling me," he said. "I’ll talk to him later."

After quickly washing up, Yasin followed Helen downstairs, his mind already working through this new piece of the puzzle.