Adopted into Ecstasy
"Ahhh...!"
A breathtaking beauty was riding me, her hips grinding rhythmically atop my cock. With every bounce of her body, her sweat-dampened pink hair whipped through the air.
"Ugh, Mother..."
"Oh my, sweetie? I'm not 'Mother.' It's Ma-ma♥, remember?"
The woman speaking was beautiful beyond belief, putting even the most famous celebrities to shame. Her milky-white skin was softer than a newborn's. Her delicate yet striking features were perfectly arranged, and her sparkling eyes shone like brilliant rubies. With every roll of her hips, her voluptuous breasts bounced violently, and the waist I gripped tightly in my hands was narrower than one of my thighs.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Yes, this woman was my mother. To be precise, my stepmother.
But being stepfamily wasn't actually much of a problem. Sure, we were legally related, but we didn't share a single drop of blood. Rather than guilt or a sense of taboo, I felt nothing but overwhelming gratitude that I got to have sex with a woman like her.
However...
The womb tattoo etched onto her lower abdomen, the tail currently wriggling and tickling my nipples, and the large horns protruding from her petite head were definitely a problem.
She—no, every single living being in this house except for me—was...
"Sera! I'm cumming!"
"Ohhh...♥! I'm... I'm going to climax from my son's virgin cock...♥!"
Splurt!
...a succubus.