Chapter 1

  "What the f—?!"

  An ugly old man jolted awake, his breath hitching in shock.

  The st thing he remembered was the cold, hard pavement beneath him, the stench of alcohol clinging to his ragged clothes.

  He had been just another miserable vagrant, wasting away on the streets, his body ravaged by years of addiction.

  Booze, drugs—he had taken anything he could get his hands on to numb the pain of existence.

  But now… everything had changed.

  He sat up, blinking in disbelief. His body no longer ached.

  The weakness that had pgued him for years was gone, repced by a strange, overwhelming power thrumming through his veins.

  He could feel it—the infinite, unshackled force of the universe bending to his will.

  He didn't know how or why this had happened. Had some god taken pity on him? Had he been chosen for something greater?

  Frankly, he didn't care.

  He was omnipotent.

  With a mere thought, the world bent at his command. He could slow time, stop it, reverse it.

  He could reshape reality itself, and there was no one—nothing—that could oppose him.

  And of course, he wasted no time indulging in the ultimate fantasy.

  For an entire week, he basked in excess.

  He bedded the most famous actresses, seduced powerful women, and lived the kind of life only billionaires could dream of.

  Every fleeting desire, every twisted whim—he satisfied them all.

  But pleasure alone wasn't enough.

  As he lounged in a penthouse overlooking the glittering city, surrounded by the finest luxuries, a thought surfaced in his mind.

  A thought that gripped him with an intensity he couldn't ignore.

  "I want to go back in time," he whispered.

  The words hung in the air, carrying the weight of something deeper than lust or indulgence.

  He wanted more than just power—he wanted to rewrite everything.

  A slow smile spread across his lips.

  And then, in an instant, he vanished.

  ***

  "I'm back. I'm really back!" our OP MC shouted like a madman.

  He sprinted to the mirror and stared in disbelief—not at the old, miserable man he once was, but at his restored 18-year-old body.

  By no means was he handsome, but with his overpowered abilities, that was an easy fix. Still, there were more important things to do first.

  His family—he had to see them!

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  He ran downstairs, his breath uneven, his heart pounding in his chest. And then he saw her.

  She stood in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast, completely unaware of the storm of emotions raging within him.

  She was breathtaking—5'7" with curves that made his pulse quicken.

  Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her figure was nothing short of stunning.

  Her hips were full and alluring, and her chest… more than ample. It was ginormous!

  He wasn't sure exactly how big, but right now, he couldn't care less about such details.

  Because she was alive.

  Without hesitation, he rushed toward her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into a tight embrace.

  "Mom!" His voice cracked, raw with emotion.

  His mother stiffened in surprise.

  "Jack? What's gotten into you today? Did something happen? Did you have a nightmare?"

  She tried to turn around to look at him, but he wouldn't let go.

  His grip was too firm, too desperate, as if he feared she would vanish if he loosened his hold.

  Feeling the warmth of his body pressed against her back, she sighed softly and chose not to resist.

  Instead, she pced a gentle hand over his arms, her voice ced with concern.

  "It's okay, sweetie. Whatever it was, it's over now."

  Jack didn't answer right away. He just held onto her, burying his face against her shoulder, his body trembling.

  And then, the tears came. He sobbed—deep, gut-wrenching cries that shook him to his core.

  His mother didn't say anything. She simply let him cry.

  Jack wept for what felt like an eternity, his fingers gripping her as if anchoring himself to reality.

  When he finally calmed down, he took a shaky breath, wiped his tear-streaked face, and whispered, "Yeah… it was a nightmare, Mom."

  She stroked his arm reassuringly. "A nightmare? What happened?"

  "I dreamed… I lost all of you in a car accident."

  His voice was barely audible, but the weight of his words made her tense slightly.

  And the worst part was… it wasn't just a dream.

  It had happened before.

  In his previous life, Jack had been a wreck.

  He had once been a promising student, full of potential, but everything had crumbled when his girlfriend betrayed him.

  She had left him for another guy, and the pain of that heartbreak had sent him spiraling into darkness.

  He drowned his sorrows in alcohol, numbing himself with bad friends and even worse choices.

  It started with drinks, then drugs, then gambling—one vice leading to another until he was barely recognizable.

  He had become the very thing he swore he never would be: a worthless drunk, a disappointment, a failure.

  But the worst mistake he had ever made—the one that haunted him the most—was the night he ran away from home.

  He had been high, angry, lost in self-pity.

  His parents and sisters had worried sick, searching the city for him, refusing to give up even when it was dangerous.

  That night, fate pyed its cruelest hand.

  They had been in a car accident while looking for him.

  A drunk driver, an intersection, a moment of bad luck—whatever it was, it didn't matter.

  His family had been taken from him in an instant, all because of his selfishness.

  Jack had never forgiven himself.

  He spent years drowning in grief, spiraling further into the abyss until he had nothing left.

  No money, no home, no dignity. He became just another homeless man on the streets, drinking himself to death, waiting for the end to cim him.

  But now… now he was here.

  A second chance. A miracle.

  This time, he wouldn't waste it.

  This time, he wouldn't let history repeat itself.

  Jack took a deep breath and loosened his grip, though he still held onto his mother gently, as if reassuring himself that she was real.

  He could feel the warmth of her body, the steady rise and fall of her breath. She was here.

  She was alive.

  He wouldn't let fate take her from him again.

  "I love you, Mom," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

  His mother chuckled softly, turning slightly in his arms.

  "Well, that's unexpected. I love you too, sweetheart. But really, what's gotten into you today?"

  Jack pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his lips curving into a small, determined smile.

  "Nothing, Mom. I just… realized how much I've taken you for granted."

  Her expression softened. She reached up, brushing his messy hair from his face.

  "You're a strange boy sometimes, Jack. But you're my boy."

  And this time, he wouldn't let anything take her away from him.

  Jack smiled, about to speak, when something caught his eye—something so shocking it left him utterly speechless.

  Chapter 2

  "How can this be?!" Jack stared at his mother, his heart pounding as shock coursed through him.

  He had checked once, then twice, yet the truth remained the same.

  The bloodline flowing through her veins was different from his.

  A pit formed in his stomach as he expanded his divine sense, scanning his father and two sisters.

  The result was identical. They weren't reted to him—not by blood.

  Jack clenched his fists, his breath unsteady. There was only one possible expnation.

  "Ding!" Without hesitation, he froze time itself, silencing the world around him.

  His trembling legs gave out, and he colpsed into a dining chair, forcing himself to stay still.

  If he let his emotions run wild, if he lost control even for a second, he could shatter this entire world with a mere thought.

  He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down.

  Only once his mind was steady did he trace the past, unraveling the truth hidden in the flow of time.

  And there it was.

  A careless nurse—one brief, thoughtless mistake—had swapped two newborns at birth.

  Jack's expression darkened. He felt an odd mix of relief and frustration. The pieces finally fit together.

  "Damn," he muttered, rubbing his temple.

  "No wonder I look so hideous compared to the rest of my family." His voice was ced with bitterness.

  "I'm really not their son."

  His fingers tightened around the edge of the table, a deep rage stirring within him.

  He wanted to find that nurse, make her suffer, make her regret the day she ever id hands on him.

  But then what?

  Would punishing her change anything? Would it rewrite the past?

  No.

  Jack let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. Revenge was pointless.

  His real parents were out there somewhere, living lives they never knew had been altered.

  And the family who had raised him—the people who had loved him as their own—they were still here.

  So the real question was…

  What should he do now?

  "I wonder what happened to my real parents," Jack mused, his voice quiet as he activated his divine sense once more, tracing the threads of history.

  The answer came to him almost instantly.

  His mother had died in childbirth.

  Jack felt a strange pang in his chest, an emotion he couldn't quite pce.

  He had never met this woman, never even known of her existence until now, yet the thought of her dying alone in some cold hospital room, never getting the chance to hold her child, stirred something deep within him.

  And his father?

  Jack's jaw tightened as he followed the past further.

  His so-called real father was nothing more than a coward—an irresponsible man who, upon learning about the pregnancy, had fled without a trace, never to be seen again.

  Jack scoffed.

  "Figures," he muttered.

  "The bastard ran off the moment things got tough."

  A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.

  "No wonder I turned into a dumb drunk in my past life."

  He leaned back in his chair, staring at the frozen world around him.

  He had lived for 69 years, accomplishing nothing of worth.

  Failure after failure, mistake after mistake—his entire existence had been a miserable joke.

  And now, seeing where he had come from, it all made sense.

  He was born from misfortune, raised in the wrong family, carrying the burden of a fate that was never truly his.

  Jack exhaled slowly, pushing those thoughts aside. He wasn't done yet.

  There was still one more question lingering in his mind.

  "What happened to Mom's real child?"

  His divine sense surged forward, unraveling the truth in mere moments.

  The girl who was meant to be here in his pce had been adopted into a wealthy family.

  She had lived a privileged life, surrounded by love and security.

  Her parents adored her, provided for her, and ensured she never wanted for anything.

  She had never known struggle, never tasted the bitterness of poverty or failure.

  Jack let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

  "At least she's okay," he murmured.

  Relief settled in his chest, but it did little to ease the lingering sense of disbelief.

  His mind struggled to fully accept the absurdity of it all.

  "So things like this really do happen," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

  "I thought baby swaps were just overused drama cliches."

  Yet here he was—living proof that reality could be just as ridiculous as fiction.

  Jack clenched his fists. Fate had toyed with him once again, just as it always had.

  The cruel irony of his situation left a bitter taste in his mouth.

  "Fuck," he growled, cursing the nurse who had made the mistake all those years ago.

  A single careless act had changed the course of his entire life.

  And now, he had to decide what to do next.

  "Should I revive my real mom?" Jack mused aloud, staring at the frozen world around him.

  The power to do so was already in his hands.

  No, it was beyond that—he had reached a level where he could create entire multiverses from mere imagination and breathe life into them.

  Compared to such a feat, bringing back a single person from the dead was nothing.

  For a brief moment, the idea tempted him. It would be so easy.

  A mere thought, and she would be standing before him, alive once more.

  But then, Jack exhaled and shook his head.

  "No. Let the dead rest in peace," he decided.

  With his divine sense, he had already traced her soul's journey.

  She had long since passed through the cycle of reincarnation and was now thriving in another universe.

  Unlike in her past life, this time she had been granted extraordinary luck—born into wealth, surrounded by love, and blessed with the halo of a protagonist.

  Jack found some comfort in that. At least, in this life, she was truly happy.

  Still, he had to be sure.

  Click!

  With a flick of his fingers, the fabric of reality shifted, and a humanoid shadow materialized before him, kneeling the moment it took form.

  "Thank you for granting me life, Master," the entity intoned, its voice an eerie whisper.

  "No need for thanks. I have a task for you."

  Jack waved his hand, and the air beside him shimmered, revealing an image of an exceptionally beautiful young woman—his mother in her new life.

  She was breathtaking, with long golden hair cascading down her back, fwless porcein skin, and a figure that could make goddesses envious.

  She exuded an aura of grace and charm, the kind that made it impossible to believe she had once been just an ordinary woman in a different world.

  "Protect this woman at all costs," Jack ordered, his voice firm.

  "But never let her know of your presence. She must never realize you exist."

  The shadow bowed even lower, pressing its forehead to the ground.

  "I hear and obey, Master."

  Without another word, it dissolved into the void, vanishing from sight.

  Jack leaned back, satisfied.

  "That should be enough. Mom will be safe and happy."

  His gaze shifted beyond the frozen world before him, his divine sense stretching into the vast, endless multiverse.

  Countless realms unfolded before him, each brimming with life, power, and unimaginable wonders.

  And within these realms resided the so-called apex beings—true immortals who had conquered death, entities who had transcended mortality, beings revered as gods across countless dimensions.

  Yet, as Jack observed them, an undeniable truth settled in his mind.

  They were nothing.

  Even if all the true immortals of the multiverse banded together, even if they used every forbidden technique and unleashed their full might, they wouldn't even scratch him.

  He had surpassed them all.

  The realization sparked curiosity.

  "Should I test it?" Jack murmured, tapping his fingers against the table.

  He scanned the multiverse for a worthy target—an evil true immortal, one who had committed countless atrocities, ensved entire pnets, and wreaked havoc across dimensions without remorse.

  Jack found one in an instant.

  "Let's see…"

  He focused on the being's existence and willed it to end.

  Poof!

  The true immortal exploded in a burst of blood mist. No resistance. No st words.

  Not even a lingering soul fragment remained. He had been erased from reality itself.

  Jack smirked. "Yup. I'm OP indeed."

  The sheer ease of it all amused him.

  People always talked about struggle, about how hardship built character, about how one needed to endure suffering to become strong.

  But to Jack, those were just empty words.

  The ones who preached such nonsense had probably never experienced true suffering.

  They didn't know what it was like to be powerless, to be at the mercy of a cruel and uncaring world.

  Strength wasn't just a tool—it was the only thing that truly mattered.

  And now, Jack had more than enough of it.

  "Now, I can finally correct the mistakes of the past and live a happy life," Jack said, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and determination.

  He looked up at his mom, who stood frozen in time.

  Jack's gaze unconsciously drifted over her figure.

  She was dressed casually, but the years had been kind to her, and her presence carried a maturity that was impossible to ignore.

  His eyes lingered for a moment too long, and he felt a sudden, unwelcome stirring within him.

  His breath hitched, and his eyes widened in shock at his body's reaction.

  "Fuck me!" he cursed out loud, his face flushing with embarrassment and shame.

  Chapter 3

  "Do I not see her as my mom anymore?!" Jack excimed aloud, his voice echoing in the empty room. He sat confused, staring at the wall as if it held the answers to his existential crisis.

  His mind raced, repying memories of his childhood, his family, and the woman he had always called "Mom." But now, something felt off. The bond he once felt with her seemed distant, almost foreign.

  Was it because of the changes and the information he learned about himself and his family? Or was it something deeper, something he couldn't quite put his finger on?

  He gnced down at his little brother, pulled open his pajamas, and froze.

  There it was—standing at its full length of three inches. A lump formed in his throat as he gulped, his eyes locked onto his pitiful family jewel.

  It was a sight that had haunted him for years, a source of insecurity that had shaped his interactions with others, especially women.

  Memories flooded back—specifically, the day he had revealed it to his girlfriend in the past. She had stifled a ugh, her face turning red as she tried to hide her amusement.

  She had refused to continue blowing him, and the moment had shattered his confidence. That moment was supposed to be his reward for helping her with all her assignments and homework in school.

  Not only that, he had tutored her in css, picked her up from her home, dropped her off after school, and even paid for all their expenses—snacks, lunches, dinners, and dates.

  He had given her everything, and yet, she had ughed at him.

  Now, years ter, Jack realized she had probably just been using him all along. The thought made his stomach churn. He had been so blind, so desperate for love and validation that he had ignored the signs.

  She had never truly cared for him. She had seen him as nothing more than a tool—a cash cow, a tutor, a chauffeur. He had been a fool.

  "I'm such a dumb idiot!" Jack ughed bitterly, the sound hollow and empty. He leaned back on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he reflected on his past naivety.

  His love for her had blinded him to her true nature. He had given her everything—his time, effort, and money—yet failed to see that she was merely using him.

  It was the inexperience of youth, he thought. He had been too young, too trusting, too eager to please. But now, he was different. He had changed.

  "But no more," Jack whispered angrily, his voice low and determined. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of power coursing through him. With a mere thought, he enhanced his little brother's size.

  It grew visibly, stretching to an astonishing 15 inches—thick, veiny, and undeniably intimidating. He marveled at the transformation, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

  This was no ordinary cock; it was a weapon, a symbol of his newfound power. This was the same cock that made actresses and powerful CEOs lose their minds in the future, their brains turning to mush the moment they experienced its might.

  It was a cock that commanded respect, admiration, and fear.

  "One cock to rule them all," Jack grinned wickedly, his confidence soaring. But he wasn't done yet. He turned his attention to his face, studying his reflection in the mirror who conjured from thin air.

  His skin was marred by pimples, his features pin and unremarkable. He had always hated the way he looked, but now, he had the power to change that.

  With a thought, his pimples vanished, and his face began to transform. His jawline sharpened, his cheekbones became more pronounced, and his eyes took on a devilish glint.

  He sculpted the most handsome visage in the world, a face that would make heads turn wherever he went. He didn't opt for the baby-faced, boyish look that some girls adored.

  Instead, he chose a devilishly handsome appearance—naughty to the extreme, with a hint of danger that would make people both desire and fear him.

  He of course added more to his height also. A short man would easily be lost in a crowd.

  But Jack knew that changing his appearance wasn't enough. He needed to ensure that no one would question his transformation.

  With another thought, he adjusted the memories of everyone who had ever known him. He bent reality to his will, rewriting history so that all records showed he had always possessed this face.

  His family, his friends, his cssmates—they would all remember him as the handsome, charismatic man he had become.

  There would be no awkward questions, no suspicious gnces. He would blend in seamlessly, his new appearance a natural part of his identity.

  "Now I won't be too obvious that I don't belong in this family," Jack muttered to himself, a satisfied smile pying on his lips.

  He gnced at the family photo on a nearby desk, his eyes lingering on the faces of his parents and siblings. They were also extremely good-looking people. But he was different. He was extraordinary.

  "I'm more attractive than all of them combined!" he decred, his voice filled with pride.

  But as he stood there, basking in his newfound power and confidence, a thought crept into his mind. What was the point of all this?

  Sure, he had transformed himself into the perfect man—handsome, powerful, and irresistible. But what did he truly want? Revenge? Validation? Love?

  He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was no longer the weak, insecure boy he had once been.

  He was Jack, the man who could bend reality to his will, the man who could have anything—or anyone—he desired.

  "Now, all I need to do is enjoy myself and live this life to the fullest!" Jack decred, his voice dripping with confidence.

  A devilish smirk curled on his lips as his gaze lingered on his mother—his new self saw her differently now. His eyes traced every detail of her figure, and a lewd glint flickered in his expression.

  With a flick of his fingers, he snapped reality into motion.

  "Ding!"

  A ripple spread through existence, like a stone dropped into the vast ocean of the multiverse. The very fabric of reality trembled at his command, shifting and reshaping itself to align with his will.

  The once-frozen multiverse lurched forward, and time resumed its natural flow.

  But this time—

  It wasn't him who was caught off guard.

  Heat rushed to his mother's face, her cheeks darkening with a deep blush as she suddenly found herself overwhelmed by a foreign sensation.

  Her breath hitched, her body tensed—something had changed, though she couldn't quite understand why.

  Jack's smirk widened, watching the subtle, unconscious shifts in her posture.

  She felt it.

  And he knew.

  Chapter 4

  "What am I even thinking?" Madison shook her head, a blush rising to her cheeks.

  Jack, with his tousled hair and the lingering scent of sleep clinging to him, sat before her, radiating an undeniable magnetism.

  The sight of her son, so strikingly handsome, ignited a warmth deep within her, a sensation that had nothing to do with the morning chill.

  Her nipples hardened, a subtle response to the image of him, and her own body stirred in a way she couldn't quite control.

  She forced a smile, trying to mask the burgeoning heat, the silent conversation that pulsed between them. The lingering memory of his earlier hug, the lingering touch of him, still sent shivers of desire through her.

  "Get a grip, Madison," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper.

  "He's your son. For goodness sake." She needed to regain composure, to ground herself in the mundane reality of the morning.

  But the image of him, the captivating way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, continued to pull at her.

  The touch of him, the scent of him, the very air around him was charged with an electricity that had little to do with the first day of school.

  This was probably because she hardly got any from her husband since the two of them were too busy with work.

  Madison bit her lips as this was effective enough to make her rational again, her lust hiding deep in the background.

  "Are you okay, Jack? You seemed a little shaken after that dream st night," Madison asked, her voice softer now, trying to mask the tremor on her own.

  "Bad dreams happen. Maybe try praying before bed tonight, that might help. It's a comforting way to prepare yourself for the day ahead." A flicker of worry crossed her face, although in truth, it was the unspoken tension between them that troubled her more than his apparent unease.

  Jack's smile, as bright and engaging as the morning sun, softened the room.

  "I will, Mom. Thank you." His smile, that captivating, heartfelt smile, made Madison's heart do a little flip.

  The way his eyes lit up made her realize she was losing control, getting lost in a sea of unspoken desires.

  She quickly refocused, trying to recim the mundane reality of the morning.

  "Okay, call your dad and sisters. Breakfast is ready. We don't want to be te for school, do we?" Madison asked, a little too quickly, trying to deflect the palpable tension.

  "Hmmm..." Jack nodded, the faintest hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes. He ran up, his movements quick and deliberate, his focus shifting from her to his family.

  "Dad! Breakfast is ready!"

  "Angel!"

  "Julia!"

  "Come on down! First day of school today! No time to waste!" Jack's voice carried through the house, a whirlwind of energy and excitement that echoed the chaos that was brewing beneath the surface of their quiet morning.

  He rushed back to the dining room, to the heart of the household, to help his mom prepare breakfast.

  Pancakes, eggs, and rice - a simple, yet satisfying meal for a busy family.

  What family wasn't busy these days?

  Everything was becoming so expensively stupid!

  "Hmmm… smells good, Mom! I'm starving!" Julia descended the stairs, her short shorts practically begging to be admired.

  The fabric barely concealed the swell of her hips, and the delicate curve of her breasts pressed against the thin material.

  Jack, caught off guard, felt his arousal spike. The knowledge that she wasn't his sister, that she was a woman, fueled a fire in his chest.

  He'd never felt this kind of attraction before, and the implications were both exciting and terrifying.

  Trailing behind her, Angel descended, her silhouette mirroring Julia's but with a different kind of allure.

  Her gsses added an air of intellectual curiosity, but her figure was no less captivating.

  The sight of her, the subtle way her body moved, heightened Jack's burgeoning desire.

  Finally, their father, Charles, appeared, his presence a grounding force in the otherwise charged atmosphere.

  The family gathered around the table, the air thick with the aroma of breakfast and the unspoken energy simmering beneath the surface.

  Jack's mind, however, was a whirlwind of thoughts, already pnning scenarios, imagining possibilities.

  The idea of these three women, all beautiful and accessible, ignited a dangerous fire within him.

  "There's no rush. I'll create plenty of opportunities ter," he muttered to himself, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

  He devoured his breakfast, his thoughts darting between the mundane reality of school and the tantalizing possibilities that y ahead.

  The delicious breakfast, the ughter, the shared moments – all were mere distractions from the game he was about to py.

  They finished breakfast and prepared for school, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

  "Come on, Jack, hurry up! Why are you always so slow?" Julia's voice, ced with pyful impatience, cut through the quiet anticipation.

  "Almost finished, Julia. I'll be right there," Jack replied, his voice a little too nguid, a lingering echo of his past.

  Years of indulgence, of unchecked desires, had etched themselves into his very being, making it difficult to shed the yers of ziness that clung to him like a second skin.

  The easygoing manner, the casual tone – it was all a carefully constructed facade, a carefully concealed preparation for the game he was about to py.

  Jack grabbed his bag, and as he stepped out the door, his two older sisters were already waiting, their eyes gleaming with an unspoken anticipation.

  The air crackled with a mix of excitement and something else, something darker, a sense of calcuted opportunity. The first day of school was about to be anything but ordinary.

  Julia drove with Angel beside her, while Jack, as usual, sat in the back seat alone.

  The car ride was filled with the chatter of his sisters, who were busy discussing their friends at school.

  Both were in college —one a junior, the other a sophomore—while Jack had just moved on to his first year of college.

  The difference in their worlds was growing more apparent, and though he loved his sisters, their conversations didn't interest him much.

  As the car pulled up in front of the college, Julia turned to look at Jack.

  "We're here. Try not to get yourself into trouble, okay?" she said with a teasing smirk.

  Jack rolled his eyes but grinned.

  "Trouble is the st thing on my mind. Trust me." With that, he opened the door and stepped out, stretching his arms before slinging his bag over his shoulder.

  He barely spared his sisters another gnce as he walked away, his thoughts already elsewhere.

  His heart pounded in anticipation, his eyes scanning the bustling campus, searching for someone. It didn't take long.

  Across the courtyard, standing beneath the shade of a tall oak tree, was the person he had been waiting to see.

  She stood out effortlessly, her beauty undeniable, drawing the attention of those around her.

  A small group of girls surrounded her, chatting animatedly, but Jack barely noticed them. His gaze was fixed solely on her.

  "There you are, babe," he murmured under his breath, a slow smile spreading across his lips. His pulse quickened, a mix of excitement and something deeper stirring inside him.

  He had found her again.

  "I'll make sure to meet you properly this time," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Then, with a confident stride, he started walking toward her, ready to close the distance between them.

  Chapter 5

  "Look, Bel! Handsome guy spotted at 12 o'clock!" a girl squealed, instantly drawing the attention of every girl in the circle.

  All eyes turned toward Jack, their gazes locking onto him with keen interest as they scrutinized him from head to toe.

  He stood tall at 6'1", exuding an effortless confidence that made him impossible to ignore.

  His dark gray charcoal bzer was perfectly tailored, hugging his broad shoulders in a way that accentuated his lean, athletic build.

  Underneath, a matching waistcoat added an extra yer of refinement, elevating his look beyond simple smart casual.

  A light blue chambray shirt peeked out from beneath the yers, providing a subtle contrast to the darker tones, making his outfit feel effortlessly stylish rather than overly formal.

  His dark-wash slim-fit jeans were immacutely tailored, fitting him like they were made specifically for his long legs, adding to the air of effortless sophistication.

  Polished bck Oxford shoes completed the ensemble, a clear sign that he cared about the details—something most guys his age rarely paid attention to.

  But what stood out the most wasn't just his striking appearance or impeccable fashion sense.

  It was the way he carried himself, as if he were completely unaware—or perhaps indifferent—to the attention he was receiving.

  Unlike most students who slung their bags over their shoulders, he carried his by his side like a piece of luggage, further emphasizing his composed, distinguished aura.

  "He's so hot!" one of the girls whispered, barely able to contain her excitement.

  "Not just hot—rich too," another chimed in, her voice ced with admiration.

  "Look at him. His outfit practically screams 'born with a golden spoon.' Guys like that don't even have to try, and everything just falls into pce for them."

  The girls giggled among themselves, already envisioning the luxurious lifestyle someone like Jack must have.

  But while they were merely admiring from afar, Bel was different.

  She wasn't just looking—she was analyzing. Calcuting. In her mind, a million possibilities were already forming, strategies taking shape.

  She had seen rich boys before, but Jack?

  He was clearly on a different level.

  And Bel had no intention of letting this golden opportunity slip through her fingers.

  "Good morning, dies," Jack greeted smoothly, his deep, velvety voice cutting through the morning air like a warm knife through butter.

  He barely had to try, yet the effect was immediate—he could see it in their eyes, in the way their bodies tensed ever so slightly, in the barely restrained smiles pying at their lips.

  Some of them looked as if they'd just experienced a mini-orgasm from his mere presence alone.

  There were five girls in the group, but only one truly mattered. Bel.

  The others were attractive in their own right, but in a university full of pretty faces, they were simply part of the crowd.

  Bel, however, was in a league of her own.

  A blonde bombshell standing at 5'4", she had the kind of figure that made men lose all common sense—an impossibly perfect hourgss shape, a full, perky chest that strained against even the best-fitted tops, and hips that swayed with a natural, almost unfair confidence.

  She wasn't just hot—she was devastating. The kind of woman who could make even the most disciplined man stumble.

  And then there was her face. Fwless porcein skin, as if she had been sculpted from the purest marble.

  High cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips, and rge, expressive eyes that held an almost hypnotic allure.

  It was no wonder men fell at her feet. Jack himself had been one of them once—completely and utterly bewitched, stupidly in love with her in the past.

  "Good morning! Are you also a freshman?" one of the girls asked, snapping him out of his brief moment of reflection.

  "I am. How about you?" Jack replied smoothly, shifting his gaze toward the speaker.

  "We are! I'm Emily, and this is—" Emily, the boldest of the group, took the lead, eagerly introducing her friends one by one.

  But Jack was barely listening. He already knew where this was going.

  His eyes flickered toward Bel, and as Emily finally reached her name, he took a step forward, offering his hand.

  His lips curled into a charming, almost knowing smile.

  "Pleased to meet you, Bel."

  Bel hesitated for only a fraction of a second before pcing her hand in his.

  It was supposed to be a simple handshake, just a polite greeting between two strangers. But the moment their skin touched—

  "Ahhh…" A soft, almost involuntary gasp slipped past her lips.

  A jolt of warmth shot through her entire body, her skin tingling as if a current of electricity had passed between them.

  Her pulse quickened, her breath hitched, and for a brief, dizzying moment, she felt like she was burning up from the inside out.

  It wasn't just attraction—it was something stronger, something almost absurd in scale.

  She was wet! Drenched even! And just from a single handshake.

  Jack noticed it too.

  His grip on her hand lingered a second longer than necessary, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin before he finally let go.

  His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with amusement.

  Bel barely registered the other girls giggling or whispering excitedly in the background.

  For the first time in a long time, she felt something unexpected.

  Their first meeting wasn't just an introduction. It was the beginning of something much more intense.

  Something neither of them could ignore.

  The group wasn't surprised to find themselves in the same freshman block, so they naturally stuck together as they made their way to their first css.

  Along the way, introductions flowed more freely, and casual small talk filled the gaps, helping them ease into their new environment.

  Yet, despite the friendly atmosphere, one detail stood out to everyone—Jack's wandering gaze.

  It was subtle at first, just a flicker of his eyes whenever Bel shifted in her seat or walked ahead of him.

  But as time passed, it became more obvious.

  No matter how hard he tried to maintain a casual demeanor, his eyes kept tracing the curves of Bel's body—the way her fitted top hugged her chest, the way her hips swayed naturally with every step.

  The other girls took notice, exchanging knowing looks and suppressing amused giggles.

  Finally, one of them leaned in close to Bel and whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear,

  "Looks like you've got another one wrapped around your finger."

  "You really are something else, Bel," another girl chimed in, smirking.

  Their hushed words sent a ripple of giggles through the group, but beneath their amusement, a quiet envy lingered.

  They adored Bel, but they also couldn't help but feel the sting of unfairness.

  Some girls had to work hard to get attention—carefully picking out outfits, practicing their smiles, finding the perfect angles for photos.

  But Bel? She barely had to lift a finger.

  She was just born that way—effortlessly beautiful, naturally captivating.

  And once again, she had a boy exactly where they all knew he would end up—helplessly drawn to her.

  Chapter 6

  But no one's life was perfect.

  Bel might have been unimaginably beautiful, but she had been born into poverty—an inescapable reality that clung to her no matter how fwless she appeared on the outside.

  It was her greatest insecurity, the one thing that gnawed at her no matter how many admiring gnces she received or how many men fell at her feet.

  Beauty could open doors, but it couldn't erase the emptiness of her pockets, nor the constant fear of struggling for the rest of her life.

  This fear had shaped her into who she was today.

  It was why she had used Jack in the past—because survival wasn't just about being smart, it was about knowing what assets you had and how to use them.

  Everyone in this world looked out for their own interests, and Bel was no different.

  She just happened to be born with a powerful advantage—her face, her body, and the natural charm that made men weak.

  Some people had money, others had power, but Bel?

  She had beauty, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

  As she walked through the campus that day, her mind kept circling back to Jack.

  Should I go for him? she wondered. He was handsome, confident, and—most importantly—he looked like he came from money.

  Bel knew her worth. Even as a child, boys had been drawn to her.

  In grade school, in high school—wherever she went, there was always a line of admirers.

  If not for the strict training her mother had drilled into her from a young age, she might have been swept away by all that attention, lost in the illusion of love rather than understanding the reality of power.

  Jack wasn't just another admirer, though. He was different.

  That evening, Bel headed home, her thoughts still tangled in the possibilities of what Jack could mean for her future.

  She took the bus, a familiar routine, the worn-out seats and faint smell of gasoline a sharp contrast to the luxurious lifestyle she dreamed of.

  The ride felt longer than usual, her mind weighed down with thoughts of ambition, strategy, and desire.

  Finally, she arrived at a modest house—a small, unremarkable rental they had lived in for as long as she could remember.

  It wasn't home.

  Home was supposed to be a pce of comfort, of security.

  But to Bel, this pce was a reminder of everything she didn't have, everything she needed to escape from.

  She pushed open the door and stepped inside, greeted by the sight of an exceptionally beautiful woman sitting at the dining table. Her mother.

  She was breathtaking—an older, more refined version of Bel herself.

  Blonde, curvaceous, and effortlessly elegant, despite the cheap surroundings they lived in.

  Time had barely touched her, but her sharp, knowing eyes held a depth of experience that Bel had always admired—and feared.

  Her mother gnced up, immediately noticing the look on Bel's face.

  "Something on your mind?" she asked, setting down the cup of tea she had been sipping.

  Bel hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, her voice firm but ced with an excitement she couldn't quite contain.

  "Mom," she said, her lips curling into a slow smile. "I think I found the one."

  "Really, now?" Bel's mother said, arching a perfectly shaped brow, her interest immediately piqued.

  She leaned back in her chair, studying her daughter with sharp, knowing eyes.

  A slow, amused smile curled at the edges of her lips.

  Bel had brought up men before, but rarely with this level of seriousness.

  She could tell just by the way her daughter spoke—this wasn't just some casual crush or fleeting attraction.

  No, this was something more. Something calcuted.

  She set her teacup down with a soft clink and folded her hands in her p.

  "Give me his name," she said smoothly, her voice carrying the weight of experience.

  "And we'll find out everything there is to know about him—his family, his background, his wealth. Whether he's worth your time or not."

  She wasn't asking out of mere curiosity. In their world, love was a luxury, but security?

  That was a necessity. Bel understood that as well as she did.

  ***

  One week ter, Jack and Bel's retionship had grown from casual acquaintances to something far deeper—a great friendship.

  Jack's natural charisma and easygoing personality made it effortless for him to connect with people, and his sense of humor was a key part of that.

  No matter who he was talking to, he had a way of making them feel at ease, making conversations flow smoothly and naturally.

  With Bel, it was no different.

  She had always been the center of attention, the one everyone admired, but with Jack, she didn't have to try so hard.

  He made her ugh, and for once, she could let her guard down.

  The connection between them felt effortless, and Bel found herself looking forward to their conversations and time together.

  Jack could feel it too. He got her exactly where he wanted.

  It also didn't hurt that Jack's father, Charles, had recently bought him a new car.

  It wasn't just any car—it was a sleek, top-of-the-line model that screamed luxury, a car that instantly commanded attention.

  Jack had to admit, it was a sweet deal.

  His father had always been generous, especially when it came to supporting his only son.

  Charles believed in giving Jack the best, ensuring he had every advantage to succeed and enjoy life.

  His mother, on the other hand, had a different perspective.

  She preferred to keep things simple, often advocating for practicality and frugality.

  Coming from a modest background herself, she was reluctant to indulge in luxuries that she felt weren't necessary.

  But despite her hesitations, Charles had managed to convince her, assuring her that sometimes, it was worth spending a little extra to provide Jack with the tools he needed to thrive.

  In the end, her love for her son and her trust in Charles won out, and the new car was a result of that compromise.

  This was exactly how things had pyed out in his previous life as well—his father, always there to back him up with whatever he needed.

  Jack couldn't help but ugh to himself.

  "Thanks, Dad," he thought with a smirk, revving the engine of the shiny new car.

  "Even though I'll eventually take Mom from you, at least you'll never know about it."

  As Jack began to feel like he had everything figured out, as if he were on the verge of winning Bel's heart and pussy, fate decided to intervene.

  Something, or rather someone, decided to introduce an unexpected twist to his story.

  "I heard from your sisters that you've got yourself a girlfriend, Jack," a sweet, melodic milf voice said, with a hint of curiosity and worry.

  Chapter 7

  "Who? Bel? We're just friends, Mom," Jack said, barely paying attention as he idled at base in his Dota 2 match.

  The game was practically pying itself at this point. Reaching the Immortal rank had been effortless—just a few days of grinding, and he was already dominating every match.

  It didn't matter how toxic his teammates were or how often they threw games over the smallest provocation.

  Jack was simply too good. He could micro a hundred heroes at once if the game allowed it—handling just five was nothing.

  Honestly, he could probably win blindfolded.

  But none of that mattered right now.

  His mother was standing there, waiting for an answer, and he knew this conversation was far more important than a million matches of Dota 2.

  With a sigh, he afked in the game and turned to face her.

  Madison stood with her arms crossed, a knowing expression on her face.

  "That's how it always starts, Jack. Friendship." She tilted her head slightly, watching his reaction. "You did get your sex ed, right?"

  Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mom. I know how things work."

  "Good." She nodded approvingly. "Because I don't want you getting yourself into something you're not ready for."

  Jack hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to brush it off or actually engage in the conversation.

  Until he was suddenly enlightened on how he could use this to his utmost advantage. A trillion pns passed in his mind after just one breath but he settled on the most subtle approach he could find.

  "We're really just friends," he insisted. "Bel's cool, but I don't see her that way."

  Madison gave him a long, assessing look before finally sighing.

  "Alright, if you say so. Just remember—feelings can sneak up on you when you least expect them."

  Jack nodded as his mom left, relieved she hadn't noticed how uncomfortable he had been. He was as hard and tall as a mountain at this time. He exhaled slowly, shaking his head but a smile graced his handsome face eventually.

  He knew that soon not only Bel was going to spread her legs willingly for him but also his dear mother Madison.

  ***

  A Week Later…

  Jack was in the middle of a game when his mom suddenly walked into his room, arms crossed.

  He could tell from her expression that something was up. Without looking away from his screen, he greeted her casually.

  "Hey, Mom. What's up?"

  "You lied to me, Jack." Her voice was light, but there was a knowing edge to it.

  Jack finally turned away from his game, raising an eyebrow. "Huh? About what?"

  "Your sisters told me that you and Bel are officially a couple," Madison said, giving him a pointed look.

  Jack blinked. "Oh? That…" He rubbed the back of his neck, caught off guard. "It just happened, Mom. I swear, even I didn't see it coming."

  Madison smirked. "Uh-huh. So, when do I get to meet your first girlfriend?" she teased, though deep down, she couldn't ignore the strange feeling tugging at her—something like loss, though she wouldn't say it out loud.

  Jack chuckled. "Come on, Mom. Me and Bel are still figuring things out. Give it a year or two—maybe even a few years—then I'll introduce you properly."

  Madison rolled her eyes. "A few years? What, are you pnning on keeping her a secret forever?"

  Jack grinned. "Nah, just long enough to make sure she doesn't run away after meeting my lovely family."

  Madison ughed, shaking her head. "You naughty boy. Just make sure you're being responsible, okay? Always use protection. Condoms are fine, got it?

  Jack groaned. "Mom!" His face turned slightly red, but his reaction was mostly an act.

  Madison gave him a pyful wink before turning to leave. "Just saying. I don't need any surprises, alright?"

  Jack sighed as she walked out, shaking his head with a small smile.

  Everything was going according to his pn.

  ***

  One month passed quickly, and Madison couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with her only son.

  At first, Jack had been his usual self—smiling, joking around, and spending his free time either gaming or chatting with his sisters.

  But then, little by little, he began to change. His smiles became rare, his ughter almost nonexistent.

  His responses grew short and lifeless, as if he had no energy for conversation.

  Madison wasn't the only one who noticed. Her husband and daughters had picked up on it too.

  They tried to ask him what was wrong, but Jack would only shrug it off, saying it was just the stress of college, the weight of adulthood settling in.

  Madison wasn't convinced. She knew her son better than that.

  Something was bothering him—something more than school or growing up.

  A mother's instinct told her she wouldn't have peace of mind until she uncovered the truth.

  That weekend, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

  She knew Jack would be in his room, likely lost in one of his games as he usually was.

  She approached his door and, finding it unlocked, pushed it open quietly.

  That wasn't unusual—Jack rarely locked his door.

  She stepped inside, her eyes immediately going to her son, who was seated at his desk, headphones on, staring intently at his computer screen.

  His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he wasn't pying a game. His posture was different, tense, almost hesitant.

  Curious, Madison crept closer, careful not to make a sound.

  She had intended to casually check in on him, maybe ask if he wanted to go out for lunch or just talk.

  But then she froze.

  Her eyes nded on the screen, and her breath caught in her throat.

  Jack wasn't gaming.

  He was reading an article. And the title of that article sent a jolt of shock through her.

  "How to Make Your Girlfriend Agree to Have Sex with You."

  Madison's heart pounded as a wave of emotions hit her all at once—surprise, confusion, concern.

  She hadn't expected this. Not at all.

  For a moment, she stood there, unsure of what to do.

  Should she pretend she hadn't seen anything? Walk away and give Jack his privacy?

  Or should she confront him about it right now?

  Her son—her little boy—was growing up. And it seemed he was struggling with something much more personal than she had realized.

  Chapter 8

  A wave of heat washed over Madison, a sensation so profound it left her breathless.

  "What is happening to me?" she whispered, her thoughts a frantic flurry.

  She couldn't pinpoint the source of the sudden, intense dampness between her legs, the almost painful tightening of her inner pussy walls, the overwhelming yearning for something…unfamiliar.

  She wanted a long big fat cock to fuck her!

  It was a primal urge, a feeling she couldn't quite comprehend.

  Jack, lost in the world of his reading, remained oblivious to the tempest brewing within his mother.

  The unspoken tension in her tight cunt, the unspoken desires, hung heavy in the air.

  She couldn't bear to confront the burgeoning sensation, the unfamiliar need, in front of her son.

  More than that, she also could not confront her son about this very awkward situation of him wanting to have sex with his girlfriend and the tter obviously not ready yet for a deeper, more intimate retionship.

  With a quiet determination, she turned away, her heart hammering against her ribs.

  That night, the heat intensified, a palpable energy that pulsed beneath the surface of her skin.

  The memory of Jack's obvious curiosity, his whispered questions about sex, his newfound interest in intimacy and his girlfriend – all of it lingered in her mind, a persistent echo in the quiet of the house.

  It ignited a complex cocktail of emotions within her; desire, resentment, and a touch of fear.

  The thought of him, of his desires, of his possible intentions, stirred something deep within her, a strong reaction that felt both dangerous and irresistible.

  "Dear?" she called softly, her voice a mere whisper, tinged with a longing she couldn't entirely control.

  She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of her husband's body, a ghost-like touch that barely stirred him from his slumber.

  Her touch, meant to ignite, only seemed to deepen the void within him. She coaxed and stimuted, but to no avail.

  Her husband's cock remained limp and dead.

  "I'm tired, honey. Let's do it another time," Charles mumbled, his voice barely a sigh.

  His body, unresponsive and lifeless. His desire, as dormant as his erection.

  Weeks had passed since the st time, and his attempts to please his wife had gone unanswered.

  Day after day, Madison had pleaded for intimacy, yet his body remained unresponsive.

  His little brother, lifeless as a stone, a stark contrast to the passionate desires she felt, a pgue to the silent war that was slowly consuming their marriage.

  Unbeknownst to them, this was all orchestrated, subtly and cruelly, by Jack.

  He was maniputing the situation, not for any malicious intent, but for a distorted sense of control, subtly and cruelly, to cim his mother for himself.

  He saw his father as a barrier, a rival, and his actions were aimed at asserting his dominance, twisting the dynamic of their family.

  His father, his intended target, was now relegated to the sidelines, his attempts at intimacy thwarted by the unseen hand of his son.

  "Okay, dear," Madison responded, her voice devoid of the usual warmth.

  The lust simmering within her intensified, a consuming heat that threatened to engulf her.

  The frustration, the unspoken resentments, and the growing tension were all coming to a head.

  The quiet storm within her was about to erupt.

  The dam was about to break. Madison, a mere mortal, felt the relentless pressure building, a tidal wave of desire threatening to overwhelm her.

  She tried to stem the rising tide, but her defenses were crumbling. Her body, a vessel brimming with pent-up longing, was on the verge of release.

  "Hmmm..." she murmured, her breath catching in her throat. Her fingers, exploring the delicate ndscape of her breasts, found their way to the soft peaks, tracing the contours with slow, deliberate strokes.

  The touch, surprisingly gentle yet undeniably potent, sent shivers of exquisite pleasure rippling through her.

  Through the thin nightgown, her hands found the soft swell of her breasts, teasing and exploring.

  Each touch, each caress, fueled a tidal wave of pleasure that resonated deep within her.

  Low, melodic moans escaped her lips, their rhythm mirroring the escating intensity of the sensation.

  The room, once filled with the quiet hum of the night, now echoed with the soft, whispered sounds of her delight.

  Her fingers moved lower, tracing the soft curve of her abdomen, and then her lips found the sensitive skin around her nipples, teasing and exploring.

  The pressure built, a wave of exquisite feeling engulfing her.

  Her hands, now exploring her inner thighs and beyond, eventually found the warmth and sensitivity of her clit, teasing, stroking, and caressing.

  Each touch sent a shiver of pure pleasure through her body.

  "Ohhhhh…" The moans deepened, transforming into a low, guttural sigh, mirroring the escating intensity.

  The room, once filled with the quiet hum of the night, now echoed with the soft, whispered sounds of her delight, a revetion of pleasure.

  With a sudden, sharp pinch, a jolt of intense pleasure shot through her.

  The sensation was almost overwhelming, a surge of pure, unadulterated joy.

  The pressure built, the tension released in a torrent of sensation that brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

  "Coming!" she whispered, her mind a whirlwind of pure bliss.

  The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of sensations.

  With a final, powerful surge, she exploded, her release a torrent of exquisite joy, soaking the sheets around her.

  The room pulsed with the sweet, intoxicating aroma of her release, a scent that lingered, a stark contrast to the absence of any response from her husband, Charles.

  Even this potent dispy of desire, this exquisite release of female energy, failed to rouse him and make him get hard.

  He was as still as a dying sloth. His dick in eternal slumber.

  "I'm such a pathetic excuse for a husband," Charles thought, the words a bitter ache in his chest.

  The room was silent, the only sound the gentle rhythmic rise and fall of Madison's chest.

  But the silence only amplified the emptiness within him.

  He was letting his wife down, and the weight of that failure pressed down on him like a physical burden.

  He couldn't bring himself to face the disappointment in her eyes, the unspoken plea for connection that hung heavy in the air.

  He pretended to sleep, hoping the night would somehow erase the gaping chasm in his own desire, the profound absence of passion that had become a constant companion.

  He resolved to seek help in the morning, to confront this debilitating problem that had haunted him for far too long.

  The thought of a solution, a possible remedy, offered a fragile flicker of hope, but the weight of his inadequacy still pressed down on him.

  He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep, but the knot in his stomach remained, a constant reminder of the void he couldn't fill.

  Beside him, Madison's thoughts drifted in a different direction, the aftershocks of her own passionate release fading into a subtle hum of longing.

  "Why do I feel this... emptiness?" she mused, the exquisite pleasure now a distant memory, repced by a subtle ache of incompletion.

  There was something missing, a profound void that lingered despite the exquisite release.

  The image of her handsome son, his vibrant energy, his captivating presence, unbidden, flooded her mind.

  Not with resentment, but with a surprising sense of longing, a subtle yearning that had little to do with the absent connection with her husband.

  His image, a reflection of her own desires, stirred something within her, a deeper, more complicated yer of desire.

  And with that image, a new surge of desire, a different, more complex kind of lust, coursed through her veins.

  Her body, once satisfied, now craved something more, something different.

  This new, inescapable desire, a blend of longing and a sense of something more profound, consumed her thoughts.

  The emptiness she felt was not the absence of physical pleasure, but the absence of something more longer, harder, fatter, and bigger.

  "I need to do something about this!" With this final thought, Madison resolved to take matters into her own hands.

  Just like her husband, she refused to sit idly by and let things unfold unchecked.

  As the night stretched on, she carefully considered her next steps, determined to set her pns into motion come the morrow.

  Chapter 9

  Morning came, and Charles made his way to the doctor's office, his mind weighed down by frustration and embarrassment.

  His problem wasn't something he could talk about easily, but he had finally gathered the courage to seek professional help.

  Sitting across from the specialist, he expined everything in detail, his face burning with shame.

  The doctor listened attentively, nodding along as she took notes.

  "I see," she murmured.

  "Well, don't worry, Charles. There are a number of ways we can approach this issue."

  And so, the tests began.

  They started with simple visual stimution—sexy magazines filled with scantily cd women in provocative poses.

  Charles flipped through the pages with a mix of hope and desperation, but there was no reaction.

  His cock remained lifeless, as if it had no will of its own.

  Next, they moved on to videos.

  The doctor provided him with access to explicit material, ranging from softcore to the most intense, passionate scenes one could imagine.

  Charles sat there, eyes glued to the screen, trying to will his body to respond. Nothing.

  Growing concerned, the doctor took things a step further, introducing a realistic sex doll designed to simute human warmth and sensation.

  Charles hesitated, feeling awkward and ridiculous, but he followed the instructions anyway.

  Even as he went through the motions, there was no response—his body simply refused to cooperate.

  After multiple failed attempts, he sat there, utterly defeated. His head hung low, and he let out a deep sigh.

  "I… I don't understand. No matter what I do, it's like my body has given up on me."

  The doctor tapped her chin thoughtfully before offering a small smile. "How about this, Charles? Let's try something else."

  She stood from her chair and walked around the desk, her every movement fluid and graceful.

  Charles finally took a proper look at her—she was stunning.

  Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her pristine white coat clung to her curvaceous figure in all the right pces.

  She hopped onto the examination table, crossing her long, slender legs in an elegant motion.

  The slight shift in position caused her skirt to rise, revealing smooth, creamy skin that seemed to glow under the office lighting.

  Charles swallowed hard. "Doctor, this is… I don't think this is appropriate at all."

  She merely chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "This is purely for medical purposes, Charles. That makes it completely appropriate."

  With slow, deliberate movements, she reached for the buttons of her blouse and began undoing them one by one.

  The fabric parted, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage.

  Her cy bra barely contained her ample breasts, the soft mounds threatening to spill free.

  Charles felt his throat go dry as she leaned forward, giving him an even better view.

  "I need you to focus on me," she whispered, her voice ced with sultry intent.

  His breathing grew shallow as she continued, slipping the blouse off her shoulders entirely.

  The delicate straps of her bra barely concealed anything now—the pinkish hue of her areos peeked through the sheer fabric, teasing him with the promise of something more.

  A little more, and she would be completely exposed.

  And yet…

  Nothing.

  Not a single twitch.

  His cock was dead meat.

  "It's still not working, doctor." Charles admitted sadly.

  The doctor's seductive expression faltered slightly. She tilted her head, studying him with genuine curiosity.

  "Hmm… This is worse than I thought."

  "Let's try something else, okay?" the doctor said, her voice calm and professional as she adjusted her clothing.

  She walked over to her desk, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a book with a pin, unassuming cover.

  She held it out to Charles. "Try reading this."

  Charles took the book hesitantly, gncing at the doctor with a mixture of confusion and skepticism. Still, he opened it and began reading.

  At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He flipped through the pages, his expression neutral.

  But then, gradually, subtle changes began to appear.

  His breathing quickened, his fingers twitched slightly against the paper, and his posture grew tense.

  Within minutes, the reaction became undeniable. He shifted in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust his pants as the fabric suddenly felt too tight, too constricting.

  His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he tried to focus on the text, but the growing discomfort between his legs made it difficult.

  The doctor leaned back against her desk, watching him with keen interest.

  A knowing look crossed her face as she let out a soft hum.

  "Hmm… This is worse than I thought indeed," she murmured, more to herself than to Charles.

  Silently, she leaned over and caught a glimpse of the page he was fixated on.

  The illustration was striking. A man was bound to a chair, his wrists tied behind him, his face contorted in anguish as tears streamed down his cheeks.

  On the bed before him, a delicate, innocent-looking woman was pinned beneath a much rger, more imposing man.

  The scene was charged with tension—the helplessness of one, the dominance of the other.

  Understanding dawned on the doctor's face.

  So this was what excited him.

  She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then shifted her gaze back to Charles, who was still engrossed in the book, his breath uneven, his thighs pressed together as if trying to contain his reaction.

  Fascinating.

  ***

  Meanwhile, Madison found herself entangled in a situation she could hardly believe herself.

  Her heart raced as she clutched her phone, the weight of her confession hanging heavily in the air.

  She had debated for days whether to tell anyone, but the secret was eating her alive.

  Mia, her sister and closest confidante, was the only person she trusted enough to share something so unthinkable.

  The phone call had started innocently enough, with the usual small talk about work, family, and the chaos of daily life.

  But as the conversation deepened, Madison's voice grew quieter, more hesitant.

  Finally, she had blurted it out—the truth she could no longer contain.

  "What? Did I hear you correctly, Mady? You're… sexually attracted to your son?!" Mia's voice was sharp, incredulous, and louder than Madison had anticipated.

  The shock in her tone was palpable, and Madison immediately regretted her decision to speak up.

  "Shhh! Mia, please, lower your voice!" Madison hissed, her eyes darting around the room as if someone might overhear, even though she was alone.

  "What if your husband hears you? This isn't exactly something I want the whole world to know."

  "Rex, he's not here," Mia replied, her tone still tinged with disbelief.

  "I'm at the office. But Mady… this is… I don't even know what to say. How did this happen? When did it start? You need to tell me everything—from the beginning."

  Madison hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt.

  She had repyed the events in her mind countless times, trying to make sense of her own feelings.

  It had started subtly, almost imperceptibly, but over time, it had grown into something she could no longer ignore.

  She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she began to recount the story.

  "It's not like I pnned for this to happen, Mia. You know I'd never… I'd never intentionally feel this way. But it started a few months ago. He's been spending more time at home since he graduated from high school, and we've been talking more, bonding in a way we haven't in years. And then… I don't know, I started noticing things. The way he carries himself, his confidence, his smile… it's like I'm seeing him in a completely different light. And I hate myself for it, Mia. I hate that I can't just shut these feelings off."

  Mia was silent for a moment, processing her sister's words.

  "Mady… this is… I don't even know what to say. Have you talked to anyone about this? A therapist, maybe? This isn't something you can just brush under the rug."

  "I know," Madison whispered, her voice breaking. "But how do I even begin to expin this to a therapist? What if they judge me? What if they think I'm some kind of monster? I already feel like one."

  "You're not a monster," Mia said firmly, though her own voice wavered slightly.

  "But this… this is serious, Mady. You can't let these feelings control you. You need help—professional help. And you need to create some distance between you and him before this goes any further."

  Madison nodded, even though Mia couldn't see her.

  "I know you're right. But it's so hard, Mia. He's my son. I love him, and I don't want to hurt him or ruin our retionship. But at the same time, I feel like I'm drowning in this… this guilt and confusion."

  "It's okay, Mady. I'll help you out," Mia said, her voice softening with a mix of determination and concern.

  "It's been years since I've taken a vacation anyway, and the st time I saw Jack, he was still in diapers. I guess it's time to finally see what you're dealing with up close and personal."

  Madison exhaled a shaky breath, relief flooding through her at her sister's words.

  "Thank you, Mia. I don't know what I'd do without you."

  "Don't mention it," Mia replied, though her mind was already racing.

  She couldn't fully grasp the gravity of Madison's situation, but she knew her sister needed her now more than ever.

  "I'll book a flight for next week. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

  "Okay," Madison whispered, her voice barely audible.

  As Mia hung up the phone, she leaned back in her office chair, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't shake the unease settling in her chest.

  Little did she know, her decision to step into Madison's world would set off a chain of events that would ripple far beyond what she could imagine.

  Her life, her retionships, and even her understanding of herself would be forever altered by what she was about to uncover.

  Chapter 10

  Charles went home that day, his mind in turmoil after what the doctor had told him.

  He could hardly believe it. The words echoed in his head, refusing to fade.

  "You may have a severe case of caudalism, Charles. You take pleasure in exposing your wife to others and may even fantasize about watching her with another man—or woman, for that matter. However, this doesn't fully expin your erectile dysfunction. Come back next week, and we'll run a few more tests."

  The moment he stepped outside the clinic, a sense of humiliation crept over him.

  He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone as he walked to his car.

  Once inside, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.

  "Ridiculous. Why would I want to share my wife with someone else?" he muttered through clenched teeth.

  His jaw tightened as frustration surged through him.

  Then, in a sudden burst of anger, he smmed his palm against the wheel.

  The sharp sound echoed in the confined space of the car, but it did little to ease his turmoil.

  He had been expecting some sort of medical expnation—something rational, something that made sense.

  Not… this.

  Not something so utterly absurd. He loved his wife, cherished her.

  The mere thought of her with someone else made his stomach twist.

  How could the doctor even suggest such a thing?

  Yet, despite his indignation, a heavier truth loomed over him. The problem remained.

  He wasn't imagining it. Something was wrong.

  No matter how much he denied it, no matter how much he wanted to dismiss the doctor's words as nonsense, he couldn't ignore the fact that his body was failing him.

  He exhaled sharply, his grip on the wheel loosening. He had no choice but to go along with the process, at least for now.

  Maybe the tests would reveal something else—something logical. Something curable.

  With a reluctant sigh, he started the engine and drove off, silently praying that the doctor was wrong.

  ***

  One week ter, Mia arrived as pnned.

  As soon as Madison opened the door, she barely had time to greet her sister before they were wrapped in a tight embrace, tears streaming down their faces. It had been far too long.

  "I can't believe you're finally here," Madison whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

  Mia pulled back slightly, wiping at her eyes with a ugh. "Me neither. God, Mady, I've missed you so much."

  Ever since their parents passed away, their lives had taken them in different directions.

  Both had thrown themselves into their careers, chasing dreams that led them to separate cities far apart.

  Though technology kept them connected through phone calls, messages, and video chats, it wasn't the same as seeing each other in person.

  It had been over a dozen years since they st stood face-to-face.

  Despite the years apart, the bond between them remained unshaken.

  The moment they saw each other, it was as if no time had passed at all.

  Mia let out a breath and smiled. "Let's go inside, Mady. We can't be crying out here like babies—your neighbors might think I'm bullying you and call the police on me."

  Madison ughed, shaking her head. "They'd be right to. You always did love to pick on me."

  The sisters walked inside, their arms still loosely linked.

  Madison stole a gnce at Mia, unable to stop herself from marveling at how little she had changed.

  They looked nearly identical, so much so that people often mistook them for twins.

  The only real difference was that Mia was a year older and had a small, alluring mole just below the left corner of her mouth.

  Neither of them looked a day over twenty-five, despite being well past that age.

  Years of discipline, exercise, and self-care had kept them in peak form, their figures toned and alluring.

  They had always turned heads growing up, and even now, they possessed a natural beauty that made them stand out wherever they went.

  They settled into the living room, talking for hours as if making up for lost time.

  The conversation flowed effortlessly—catching up on work, retionships, and all the little details that couldn't be conveyed through a screen.

  Eventually, the front door swung open, revealing Julia and Angel, their lovely faces lighting up as they entered.

  "Aunt Mia!" Julia excimed, rushing forward to hug her.

  "My beautiful girls," Mia gushed, wrapping both of them in a warm embrace. "Look at you two! You've grown up so much."

  Laughter and chatter filled the room as they continued catching up, the house finally feeling full again.

  About thirty minutes ter, the front door opened once more.

  Jack stepped inside, his presence immediately commanding attention.

  Mia turned at the sound, and the moment her eyes nded on him, she froze.

  Her gaze traveled over him, taking in his strong jawline, broad shoulders, and the effortless confidence he exuded.

  The air between them shifted slightly, an unspoken tension settling in.

  "Oh my…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

  Madison, noticing the way her sister was staring, smirked. "Mia, meet Jack."

  "Yes," Mia said, standing up with a soft smile as she looked at Jack. Her heart fluttered with anticipation.

  "Hi, Aunt Mia," Jack greeted with a warm smile, stepping forward to meet her halfway.

  The familiarity between them was comforting, yet there was an undercurrent of something new, something different in the air.

  "You've grown so big and handsome!" Mia excimed, her voice full of affection.

  She opened her arms, pulling him into a hug in the center of the room.

  It was a tight embrace, one that felt natural in their first meeting.

  She could feel the strength of his body, the firmness of his chest pressing against hers, and for a moment, it felt like time had slowed.

  But then something unexpected happened.

  As their bodies were pressed together, Mia inhaled deeply, and the scent of Jack's cologne hit her—a rich, deep fragrance that was distinctly masculine.

  The smell was intoxicating, a mix of wood and spice that stirred something inside her.

  Her pulse quickened, and she felt an all too familiar heat rush through her body, a wave of warmth that seemed to emanate from the center of her being.

  Mia was aroused!

  Her heart raced, and for a split second, it was as though the room tilted slightly.

  Mia's knees wobbled, the sensation so strong that she had to hold onto Jack for a moment longer to steady herself.

  The embrace, which should have felt purely familial, began to stir something else entirely, a confusing mix of emotions she wasn't prepared for.

  She pulled back slightly, trying to regain her composure, but the rush of heat didn't fade.

  Instead, it lingered in the air between them, a subtle, almost electric charge.

  She looked up at him, her gaze lingering on his face, but it was different now.

  There was something in her that was both surprised and unsettled.

  Jack noticed the change in her, the slight pause before she pulled away, but he didn't say anything.

  He just smiled, as if he didn't quite realize the impact he was having.

  Mia took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

  She had never expected this, never thought she could feel this way in such a simple moment.

  It was confusing, and part of her felt embarrassed, unsure how to process the sudden shift.

  "You've really grown up," Mia said softly, her voice not quite matching the confidence she once had.

  She took a small step back, trying to create some distance between them, but the warmth in her chest lingered, stubborn and confusing.

  Chapter 11

  Charles arrived st, his presence immediately felt as he stepped into the room.

  However, the emotions on his face were carefully concealed behind a mask of neutrality.

  He was a master at hiding his true feelings, a skill he had perfected over the years.

  Today, however, his mind was anything but at ease.

  He had just returned from yet another doctor's appointment, where a series of awkward and invasive tests had once again yielded disappointing results.

  It was a harsh blow to his pride, the kind of reality he could never seem to escape.

  The doctors had tried everything, but nothing worked.

  The truth was undeniable now: his masculinity was irreparably damaged.

  His body had betrayed him in ways that were impossible to ignore, leaving him feeling as though his most vital function had been erased.

  Despite the turmoil brewing inside him, Charles greeted everyone with a warm smile.

  "Mia! Long time no see! It's great to have you here again. How's Jonathan?" His voice was steady, his charm ever-present as he attempted to mask the gnawing emptiness within.

  The others smiled back, and the conversation flowed naturally.

  They moved on, talking about the usual topics, their ughter and light-hearted chatter filling the air.

  Soon, the evening transitioned into a celebratory mood, an impromptu party thrown in Mia's honor.

  It was a happy dinner, full of ughter, drinks, and the kind of easy camaraderie that came with close friends reuniting.

  As the night wore on and the group became more rexed, the sisters found themselves alone, a quiet corner away from the others.

  Mia looked around to ensure no one was listening before leaning in close to Mady.

  Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but there was no mistaking the intensity in her words.

  "Mady, I know exactly what you're feeling right now," Mia said, her eyes alight with an emotion Mady couldn't quite pce.

  "The moment I id eyes on your son, I was instantly... overwhelmed. I was wet and ready to be fucked. Hard! I couldn't help it. I was ready to jump him right then and there."

  Madison's eyes widened in shock at Mia's words, her mind reeling. But before she could react, Mia quickly added, "I'm not saying you should feel the same way, of course, but I can't deny what I felt. The pull was instant. You of all people know exactly how I feel."

  "Shhh... you really shouldn't be feeling that way about your nephew," Madison admonished gently, her smile a little teasing, though there was a knowing glint in her eyes.

  For a moment, Madison was unsure whether to be embarrassed or to ugh.

  Her sister had always been a bit of direct when it came to these things.

  But now, as their shared secret hung in the air, she realized she was not alone in her feelings.

  "I don't care, Mady. It's like being back in high school, you know? That feeling when you look at your crush and everything inside of you just... awakens. Jack has that effect on me. He's like a walking, breathing fantasy," Mia giggled, her voice taking on a youthful, almost nostalgic tone.

  The way she spoke, so openly and without restraint, made Mady feel both awkward and intrigued.

  She wasn't used to hearing her sister be so candid about her desires, especially about her own son.

  But then, Mia's mood shifted.

  The pyful energy that had filled her voice a moment ago faded, repced by something darker, more contemptive.

  She took a breath, her gaze now serious as she focused on Jack, who was ughing with his sisters by the pool, his carefree demeanor only serving to highlight his striking appearance.

  "With a face and body like Jack's, there's no doubt in my mind that it would be so easy for him to make any girl in the city spread her legs for him," Mia continued, her voice barely above a whisper.

  "I can tell. He's going to have no trouble at all when it comes to getting what he wants from women. But you say his girlfriend does not want to put up with him so there must be something wrong. And I'm willing to bet we're going to uncover it tonight. I can already feel it."

  Madison hesitated, unsure of what to say.

  "Tonight? Isn't that too sudden, Mia?" Mady asked, her voice uncertain.

  She felt a pang of discomfort, unsure of whether Mia was simply being her usual bold self or if something more dangerous was brewing beneath the surface.

  "We don't know what's really going on with Jack, Mady," Mia replied, her voice firm.

  "The sooner we understand what's happening with him, the sooner we can fix it. Maybe—just maybe—once your son is happy with another girl, things won't be so complicated for you. You won't feel the way you do when you look at him. But I'm not so sure. Just look at him. He's practically dripping with sex appeal. It's hard to ignore."

  Mia's eyes never left Jack, who was now pyfully spshing water at his sisters.

  His ugh was carefree, his posture rexed, but to Mia's trained eye, he exuded an almost tangible aura of confidence.

  It was the kind of charisma that left an indelible mark on everyone who crossed his path.

  Mady followed her sister's gaze, watching Jack for a moment.

  "I can't wait to find out," Mia said, her voice filled with anticipation.

  "Tonight is going to be... interesting."

  Meanwhile, Jack found himself completely surrounded by pyful teasing, his body caught between the soft curves and flirtatious antics of two beautiful girls.

  The scene was a chaotic yet exhirating blend of ughter, spshes, and lighthearted competition.

  "Not fair! It's my turn to ride, Jack!" Angel pouted, her voice filled with mock frustration.

  She squinted through the water, but without her gsses, everything looked blurry to her.

  She looked more adorable than annoyed, her pout making Jack smile despite himself.

  "You're so slow, Angel. I'll be on Jack forever!" Julia chimed in, grinning mischievously as she wrapped her arms and legs around Jack's back, making herself comfortable.

  The water sloshed around them as she snuggled into him, her hands gently gripping his shoulders.

  They were in the pool, their pyful game having escated from innocent fun to something a little more competitive.

  Angel, never one to back down from a challenge, swam over with a look of determination in her eyes. She was ready to cim her spot.

  "I can't accept that!" Angel shouted, her voice bubbling with energy.

  "I want Jack too! Jack, here I come!" With that, she leapt from the water, her body propelling toward Jack's chest.

  In one fluid motion, she nded right in his arms, wrapping herself around him tightly.

  She smiled triumphantly, taking the front and staring into Jack's eyes.

  Only now did she notice her sister Julia's face right behind her, lips pressed together in a pout, clearly not pleased with the change in position.

  Jack ughed at the scene unfolding before him, unable to hold back his amusement.

  "Easy, girls," he said, a chuckle escaping his lips. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He leaned back slightly, trying to support both of them as they pyfully clung to him from every side.

  His heart raced, but not from worry—he was being used as their personal pything, a role he never minded in moments like this.

  With one woman wrapped around his front and another on his back, he felt like a man armor-cd in their soft, teasing presence.

  Julia, still gripping Jack from behind, smirked. "You think you can handle both of us, Jack?" she teased, her breath tickling his ear.

  Angel, not missing a beat, chimed in, "He's strong enough to handle anything, don't you think?" She gave Jack a wink, her confidence soaring as she nestled into his arms.

  Jack grinned, a little overwhelmed but thoroughly enjoying the attention.

  "I can handle a lot more than this," he joked, but his heart was pounding not just from the fun but from the close proximity of both women, their warmth mixing with the coolness of the pool water.

  He knew they were just having fun, but he couldn't help but feel like he was the luckiest guy in the world at that moment.

  Everything should have been fun, but a strange sensation prickled Angel's pussy.

  It was long, thick, and hard. It didn't take long for her to realize what it was. For the first time, Angel saw Jack as more than just a brother.

  And this was how Angel's sweet awakening began.

  Chapter 12

  "Is this what I think it is?" Angel thought, her heart pounding as she spread her legs wider, wrapping them firmly around Jack's waist.

  Her body pressed against his, every inch of contact sending shivers down her spine.

  They were a tangled mess of limbs, their bodies intertwined in a way that left no room for modesty.

  Julia's legs were at Angel's sides, just below her armpits, but none of that mattered—Angel had the most important position of all.

  The one closest to Jack. The one feeling everything.

  She prayed he wouldn't notice.

  Jack, thankfully, seemed blissfully unaware, too caught up in his role as the leader of their game.

  "Here we go, guys! Hold on tight! We're gonna be a human submarine tonight," he announced with a grin before beginning to move through the pool in slow, agonizing strokes.

  Angel's breath hitched. Every subtle movement sent shockwaves through her body, his thick, hard cock pressing insistently against her most sensitive spot.

  The thin yer of fabric between them did little to dull the sensation—if anything, it made it worse, teasing her with what y just out of reach.

  She could feel everything. His size, his shape, the way his length slid against her untouched slit, rubbing in a way that sent a rush of heat pooling deep in her cunt.

  If they weren't wearing swimsuits right now, there would be no doubt—Jack's cock would have already speared her open, stretching her in ways she had never imagined.

  The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal surging through her, her thighs clenching instinctively around his waist.

  A soft moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

  "Ahhh..."

  Julia, the eldest among them, immediately took notice.

  "Are you okay, Angel?" she asked, her voice ced with concern.

  Angel's mind raced. She needed an excuse—something, anything.

  "I just have an itch down there," she blurted out, quickly dropping her hands to scratch her right leg in an attempt to py it off.

  Jack continued his slow, deliberate movements through the water, oblivious to the torment he was putting Angel through.

  Her body had a mind of its own now, responding to every shift, every press of his cock against her most intimate pce.

  Without thinking, she began to move her hips, just a little, testing, experimenting—grinding against him ever so slightly, chasing the pleasure that was building inside her.

  It was intoxicating.

  Dangerous.

  And yet, she couldn't stop.

  Just five minutes into the human submarine game, Angel reached the heavens and beyond.

  "I'm coming!" she screamed in her mind, biting down on her lip to keep from moaning aloud.

  Her entire body tensed, heat exploding from her core as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.

  Her thighs clenched involuntarily around Jack's waist as the orgasm ripped through her, more intense than anything she had ever felt before.

  Her fresh juices mixed with the cool pool water, washing away the evidence of her shameful release.

  No one noticed. No one suspected.

  And yet, she was left trembling, her breath uneven as she struggled to process what had just happened.

  "What... what was that?"

  She had touched herself before, of course. What girl hadn't in this era of easy access and technology?

  Angel was a healthy, beautiful 19-year-old woman with desires like any other.

  But nothing—absolutely nothing—had ever felt like this.

  Not the clumsy strokes of her own fingers in the privacy of her room.

  Not the countless fantasies that pyed in her mind te at night.

  This was real. This was physical. This was Jack.

  And the worst part? She wanted more.

  A shudder ran down her spine as she reluctantly unwrapped her legs from around Jack's waist, trying to ignore the way his thick, hard cock had felt rubbing against her most sensitive spot.

  If there had been no fabric between them… if she had been just a little bolder…

  "No. Stop it. This is crazy."

  Angel took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, just as a voice cut through the moment.

  "Okay, guys, enough of the human submarine!" Charles shouted from the grill, waving them over.

  "Come up and eat before the barbecue gets cold!"

  The children cheered and eagerly climbed out of the pool, their wet bodies glistening under the soft glow of the backyard lights.

  Jack hoisted himself out with ease, his muscles flexing as water dripped down his broad shoulders.

  Angel swallowed hard, tearing her gaze away before she could get caught staring.

  She followed the others onto the table full of food, her legs still weak beneath her, her body betraying the aftermath of her forbidden pleasure.

  She tried to act normal, grabbing a pte of food and settling into a chair, but her mind was far from the meal in front of her.

  Every now and then, her eyes flickered toward Jack. Toward it.

  Even beneath the fabric of his swim trunks, she could still see the outline of what had just pushed her to the brink of ecstasy.

  Her pulse quickened, her lips parting slightly as the memory of it pressing against her bare slit flooded her senses.

  "God, what is wrong with me?"

  Someone close to her, of course, noticed her strange behavior.

  "Angel, what's wrong?" Julia asked, frowning as she nudged her lightly.

  "You don't like the food? You've barely touched it."

  Angel blinked, snapping out of her daze. She hadn't even realized how absent she had been.

  Her pte was still nearly full, the barbecue untouched. It was obvious that something was on her mind.

  She hesitated, part of her tempted to confess—to tell Julia everything, to spill the secret burning inside her.

  But how could she?

  How could she put into words that she had just had the most intense orgasm of her life… while wrapped around her very own brother… in the middle of a pool… with everyone around them?

  Her throat felt dry.

  "I'm good, sis," she finally said, forcing a small smile. "Just tired, I guess."

  Julia gave her a skeptical look but didn't push. Angel exhaled in relief, knowing she had dodged the conversation for now.

  But this wasn't over.

  She knew that at some point, she would have to tell Julia. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.

  Because no matter how much she tried to ignore it…

  Something inside her had evolved tonight.

  Chapter 13

  "Ohhh… this is going to be so easy."

  Jack smirked to himself, his expression giving nothing away as he casually observed Angel from across the patio.

  She was trying so hard to act normal, picking at her food, pretending like nothing had happened.

  But he knew better. He had seen the way her body trembled in the pool, felt the way she unconsciously clung to him, grinding against him like a needy little thing desperate for release.

  And, of course, he had read her mind.

  She had no idea he could do that.

  Jack had been inside her thoughts, listening as she silently panicked over what had just happened, repying every sinful second in her head.

  The way her tight, untouched slit had pressed against him. The way she had reached her peak, soaking her swimsuit, her juices mixing with the pool water as she came right on top of his cock.

  He had acted oblivious, of course. That was the smart thing to do.

  Let her believe she had gotten away with it.

  Let her convince herself it had all been accidental, that no one had noticed, that it was her little secret.

  But Jack knew.

  And more importantly, he knew her.

  Angel was in denial now, but that wouldn't st. A new desire had awakened inside her, a craving she wouldn't be able to suppress.

  And when that craving grew too strong… when she finally reached the point where she couldn't take it anymore… she would come to him.

  Or at least he hoped she would.

  Jack took a slow sip of his drink, watching her beneath hooded eyes.

  His cock was still half-hard, his body betraying the effect she'd had on him.

  Not that he could bme himself—after all, Angel was young, beautiful, and so, so eager, even if she didn't realize it yet.

  And really, who could resist him?

  He was the epitome of what a man should be. Tall, strong, impossibly handsome.

  Every inch of him was built for dominance, for control.

  He was perfection incarnate, and women—no matter who they were—simply could not resist.

  Angel had proven that tonight.

  She had lost herself in the moment, her body acting on instinct, moving against him in search of pleasure.

  And if she had reacted that way just from rubbing against him… Jack could only imagine how she would behave when he was finally inside her.

  How tight she would feel. How hot and wet she would be.

  How she would gasp and moan his name, surrendering completely as he took her for the first time—

  Jack exhaled slowly, forcing himself to push the thought aside.

  Not tonight.

  As much as he wanted to, as much as his cock ached for release, now wasn't the time.

  He had other priorities, and one in particur was far more enticing.

  His mother and aunt were visiting tonight.

  Jack had already peeked into their minds, skimming through their thoughts, and what he had found there made his blood run hot.

  He knew what was coming. He knew what they wanted, what they were secretly hoping for.

  And the possibilities… the things he could do…

  His cock throbbed in anticipation.

  The night was far from over.

  And the real fun was just about to begin.

  ***

  He wasn't wrong. A few hours ter, two stunning MILFs knocked on his door—right at midnight. The witching hour, when anything could happen.

  A slow smirk tugged at Jack's lips. He had a feeling this would happen, but to see it unfold in real time? That was something else.

  "Jack, are you still awake?" Madison's soft voice came from the other side.

  "I am. Door's open, Mom," he called back.

  The door creaked open, and his mother stepped in first, her silk nightgown hugging her figure.

  Right behind her, Mia followed, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.

  Jack's sharp eyes caught the way she lingered by the handle, as if ensuring they wouldn't be interrupted.

  Interesting.

  He paused his game, setting the controller aside, and leaned back against his headboard, watching them with a casual, unreadable expression.

  His mother gnced at Mia, a silent exchange passing between them.

  Madison was the more reserved one, so it made sense for Mia to take the lead. And, of course, Mia was more than happy to.

  "So, Jack," Mia started, stepping closer to his bed. Her voice was smooth, warm, like she was coaxing a secret out of him.

  "I heard from a very reliable source that you're having some trouble with your girlfriend. Is that true?"

  Jack stiffened, the question catching him off guard despite himself. His gaze flickered between them.

  "That… how did you know, Aunt Mia? I never told a soul."

  A faint blush dusted his cheeks—not forced, not rehearsed, but natural.

  If Jack ever chose to, he could win a best actor award without even trying.

  Mia's lips curved into a knowing smile.

  "It happens, Jack. Retionships can be complicated, especially for young couples. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

  Jack hesitated. He felt his mother's comforting presence before him, but it was Mia's eyes that held his attention—gentle yet firm, urging him to open up.

  "Is she your first girlfriend?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

  Jack swallowed and gave a small nod.

  Madison also said her piece at this time.

  "Sweetheart, you don't have to keep things bottled up," she said softly.

  "Me and Mia are here because we care about you. You know that, right?"

  Jack exhaled through his nose, his fingers tightening slightly around his sheets.

  "I know… it's just awkward. I don't even know where to start."

  Mia chuckled, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear as she looked at Madison as if telling her that they were getting greater results than what they expected.

  "Then start with the truth—in one sentence. Everything gets easier once you say it out loud. You don't have to carry this alone, Jack. That's what family is for."

  Silence stretched between them. Jack lowered his head, his jaw working as he wrestled with his thoughts.

  His acting was really top tier.

  Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.

  And when he did, Madison and Mia could hardly believe their ears.

  "Bel and I wanted to have sex but we did not go through it since she was terrified of my cock's size." Jack said sadly.