Chapter 7
Morning Tease and School Desires
I fucked Mom two more times that night, each round rougher than the last.
The first time I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her wide hips up, and pounded her from behind like a breeding bull. Her massive breasts squished flat against the mattress as I slammed my 12-inch cock into her sopping pussy over and over, making her fat ass ripple wildly with every brutal thrust. She screamed into the pillow, squirting all over my balls while begging me to fill her womb again. I did — pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside until it leaked out in creamy rivers down her thighs.
The second round I made her ride me. She bounced on my cock like a desperate whore, her enormous tits slapping against her own face while she cried out my name. I pinched and twisted her fat nipples until she came so hard her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out in a perfect ahegao. When I finally exploded inside her for the third time that night, her belly was slightly swollen from how much cum I'd flooded her with.
She collapsed beside me, pussy still twitching and leaking, completely mind-broken and satisfied. I gave her one last slap on her juicy ass, stood up, and quietly slipped out of her room.
Back in my own bed I let out a long, satisfied breath. *Ahh… it was a good night. Fucking both mother and daughter in the same house.* Now there were five more bitches living here — all of them probably getting real horny after hearing the faint moans through the walls. I smirked in the dark. This world really was paradise.
I grabbed my phone and started scrolling. Tomorrow I'd begin posting videos, so I quickly created a new video account on WeChat under a cute anonymous handle. I set the profile picture to a teasing shot of my smooth chest and abs, caption ready for when I started uploading the real content. Next, I downloaded the "Rent a Boyfriend" app — the hottest platform in this gender-reversed world. Boys with my looks could earn insane money, and the app was flooded with desperate MILFs willing to pay anything for a few hours with a rare male.
I created my profile, uploaded a few of my best photos — one shirtless in the mirror showing my flawless, baby-smooth skin, another in tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination about the massive bulge between my legs. I set my hourly rate at a bold **$1000** and added the tagline: "Your smooth pretty boy for the night. Message me if you can handle it." Then I put the phone aside and drifted off to sleep with a satisfied grin.
Morning light filtered through the curtains. I woke up, stretched, washed my face and body, and stepped out of my room still wearing only loose shorts. There stood Sia in the hallway, stretching her arms high above her head. Her tiny tank top rode up, exposing the underside of her massive breasts, and her shorts clung tightly to her fat ass.
I walked up behind her silently and grabbed that juicy ass with both hands, squeezing hard. "Well, isn't this my little night bitch who was moaning so hard last night?" I whispered sweetly.
"Leon…!" Her voice came out shaky and panicked. "Don't— everybody will know I had sex with you!"
I laughed softly and slid my hands up under her top, groping her huge, soft breasts for a full minute, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she was biting her lip to stay quiet. Then I let go and walked toward the kitchen like nothing happened.
Breakfast was already ready. I ate quickly while Mom and my other sisters kept stealing hungry glances at me, their thighs pressed together under the table. After finishing I grabbed my bike and rode to school, the morning air cool against my smooth skin.
The moment I parked, my phone buzzed like crazy. I checked the "Rent a Boyfriend" app — already **15+ messages** from horny MILFs begging for time. I scrolled through the list and picked my next target: a 32-year-old restaurant owner with H-cup breasts, long wavy auburn hair, and a body that looked built for sin. Her profile picture showed her massive tits barely contained in a tight chef's apron. I replied "Yes" and set the time for **4 PM today**.
Inside the school gates I spotted Yuna with her underlings. She was wearing her uniform a little sluttier than usual — extra buttons undone to show off her deep D-cup cleavage. I quickly texted her:
**You are looking very hot today, Yuna.**
She read it, scanned the corridor, then spotted me. Her cheeks flushed bright red. She replied almost instantly: **You are looking handsome too…**
I didn't reply. I just smirked and walked straight to the classroom.
Ria was already waiting at my desk, looking even more beautiful than yesterday. Her long black hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and her enormous breasts strained against her blouse so tightly I could see the faint outline of her lace bra. The moment she saw me her eyes lit up like a puppy's. "Thank you again for yesterday, Leon… I brought you lunch. Will you eat with me?"
I smiled sweetly. "Okay. Meet me on the terrace at lunch time."
Sophia — the silver-haired teacher with the ridiculous H-cup body — was watching us from the front of the class with pure envy burning in her eyes. She adjusted her glasses and said coldly, "Come to my office later, Leon."
Class started normally, but every teacher and every girl kept stealing glances at me. Some teachers "accidentally" bent over my desk to show their deep cleavage, others crossed their legs slowly so their short skirts rode up. The air was thick with feminine desire.
After the first period I went to Sophia's office. She was sitting behind her desk, blouse unbuttoned one extra button, massive breasts nearly spilling out. I sat down in front of her and asked in my sweetest, most innocent voice, "What do you want, Sophia?"
She froze. "What… what did you call me?" Her voice suddenly turned soft and shaky.
I tilted my head cutely, looking a little sad. "Hmm? Didn't you like it?"
"No, no! You can call me anything you want, Leon," she said quickly, eyes sparkling with happiness. Then her expression darkened. "What were you talking about with Ria earlier?"
I leaned back casually. "Well… I like her. I'm thinking of making her mine."
Pure jealousy flashed across Sophia's face. She leaned forward seductively, pushing her enormous H-cup breasts together until they almost popped out of her blouse. "Yesterday you were groping these… don't you like them anymore?"
I stood up, walked around the desk, and boldly grabbed two handfuls of those massive, soft tits, squeezing them hard. She moaned loudly, eyes fluttering. "Well… you are also very beautiful, Sophia. But if you really want me… you'll have to show me how much."
I let go, turned, and walked out without another word, leaving her panting and desperate behind her desk.
One class later, during the short interval, I texted Yuna: **Store room. Now.**
She arrived in under a minute, breathing fast. The moment the door closed I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. "You really are a beautiful bitch, Yuna." My hands slid up and groped her heavy D-cup breasts roughly through her blouse. She moaned, pressing her chest into my palms.
I unzipped my pants and let my rock-hard 12-inch cock spring free. "Suck."
Her eyes went wide, locked onto my thick, veiny monster. She dropped to her knees instantly, hands trembling as she wrapped both of them around the base. She started sucking hard — no teasing, just pure desperate hunger. Her juicy lips stretched wide around my girth as she took me deeper and deeper, gagging wetly. "Gluck… gluck… gawk… mmmph~!" Saliva poured down her chin and onto her cleavage as she bobbed frantically, throat bulging every time she forced more of my cock down. She used her tongue expertly, swirling it around the head and licking the underside while her hands pumped the rest of the shaft. Her massive breasts jiggled wildly with every sloppy movement of her head.
I grabbed her brown hair and fucked her face harder, making her choke and gag louder. Tears of effort ran down her cheeks, but her eyes were full of lust, completely lost in sucking my cock.
When I finally pulled out, her face was a mess of saliva and precum, lips swollen and glossy. She was panting, eyes glazed with pure need. She reached for her panties, ready to pull them down.
I gave her a cold look. "Did I give you permission to remove your panty?"
She froze.
"You've disappointed me," I said flatly, zipping up and walking toward the door.
"Leon—! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to— please forgive me!" She desperately crawled after me, voice cracking.
I didn't stop. I stepped out and closed the door behind me, leaving her on her knees, dripping and rejected.
*Oh… only 10 minutes left until lunch.*
I smiled and headed straight for the terrace. Ria was waiting… and I was ready to make her even more desperate.
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