Chapter 342 348

"Sorry about that, young man, but your grandfather is truly a terrible person... well, the truth is, your mother and I were secret fuck buddies for many years," the old man rasped with a wicked cackle, burying his weathered cock deep inside Sylph's throat as she eagerly welcomed the fresh, aged seed.

Guck... guck... guck...

"What a fascinating life story you've got there, old man. So what happened next? Did you actually fuck her until she became as submissive and obedient as Sylph is right now?" Quinn asked, kicking back and thoroughly enjoying the unfolding spectacle as the old man ravaged her mouth and tits while Dren's clone continuously pounded her freshly creampied pussy.

"Haha, obviously. Keuk... those were the good old days. Hehe, let me share a few more of my favorite memories with his dear mother..." the old man chuckled, drifting off into a hazy state of nostalgic perversion.

"Please... tell me none of that is real, grandfather. I respected you... for so many years..." Brian whimpered, his voice cracking as he felt like he was literally burning in the deepest circles of hell. What kind of unforgivable sin had he committed in a past life to deserve this level of psychological torture?

"Ahh, my apologies, Little Brian. I simply can't stop my loose mouth from spouting absolute facts whenever little Sylph is sucking my cock so passionately... just look at her deeply addicted face." The old man tilted her chin up to give Brian a crystal-clear view of the depravity.

"..."

"And don't worry too much, brother, he's obviously just joking around," Dren chimed in smoothly, keeping up his relentless rhythm as he looked straight into Brian's tear-streaked face. He hooked one of Sylph's trembling thighs up and propped it heavily against his bare shoulder.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Guck... guck... ahn... ahn... tell us... guck... more, grandfather... hehe, I want to hear the rest of this 'joke'..." Sylph muffled around the shaft, taking the golden opportunity to reach down and playfully stroke Quinn's resting member with her hand.

"That's right, brother, it's just a wild tale meant to spice up the atmosphere. Don't take it to heart," Quinn added, taking a leisurely sip from his glass of juice.

"Haha, you bet, young man. I certainly hope it's just a joke... ahem, stupid mouth of mine... anyway, let me continue my little tale." The old man grabbed a handful of Sylph's hair, pulling it back into a tight ponytail to anchor her head.

Guck... guck... guck...

"You see... a very long time ago, I used to be a proud, capable man... but unfortunately, that chapter of my life ended rather abruptly because of a severe injury I sustained."

"Hmm... wow, you're practically talking like the main protagonist of an edgy novel now, old man," Quinn couldn't help offering a sarcastic compliment.

"Just listen to the elder speak, young man. Ahem, now where was I... oh yes. You see... the grandmother and grandfather of little Brian used to be very close friends of mine."

"Hoho, I think I know exactly where this story is heading..." Quinn smirked.

"Keukk... yes, suck me harder, Little Sylph. You're getting visibly more aroused by my old adventures and scandalous stories, aren't you?" The old man paused for a brief moment, closing his eyes to savor what he considered the finest blowjob of his declining years.

"Guck... guck... guck... please, tell us more..."

"Fuck, your pussy is clamping down on my cock so hard, sister-in-law! You're getting extra horned up just from listening to this trash!" Dren cursed, slamming his palm flat against her sweaty stomach.

"Brother, are you still filming this masterpiece? Please don't be so pathetic—at least listen to a good story while you work. And hey, nobody is going to stop you if you want to jerk off. Just let loose; we've all accepted the fact that you're a secret pervert down to your core," Quinn mocked, casually resting his arms along the back of the sofa and leaning back in absolute comfort.

"..." Brian stood frozen like a statue, his hand buried deep inside his pants pocket, moving at a frantic, blurring pace.

'What the hell is wrong with me... why am I actually enjoying the torture they're inflicting right now? Why can't I summon an ounce of real rage to kill them all... why do I secretly love watching my own wife getting used by multiple men?' Brian tormented himself internally, hating the fact that Quinn's twisted words matched his most depraved hidden desires.

"Ahh, hold on for just a moment, young men. Never interrupt an elder when he's right in the middle of a good story..." The old man groaned, his breathing turning shallow as he felt a massive, heavy load building up in his groin.

"My apologies, old man. Please, carry on with your pathetic lore." Quinn dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

"Haha, such a cold-hearted youth... anyways. As I became a disabled man, I stopped working regular jobs and just decided to stay confined at home, doing odd chores and selling small goods to neighbors." He was getting dangerously close to the edge... a thick, explosive climax was imminent.

"And then, I met them... keuk... those old memories... and my true adventure truly began. I started making frequent visits to the household of Little Brian's grandparents."

"Wow, so you didn't just sleep with his mother, but his grandmother as well? What an absolute, shameless scumbag you are, old man," Quinn observed with genuine awe.

"Don't look at me like that, young man... though what you said isn't entirely wrong. It all started because both of them cordially invited me over for a simple meal accompanied by some good alcohol..." The old man was practically spilling his entire life's autobiography at this point.

"And then... I began the deed as soon as the old man fell sound asleep. That was the exact night I defiled your grandmother, Little Brian."

"And? Tell us the rest... you're dragging this out way too long, grandfather. I've already finished cumming deep inside my sister-in-law's pussy," Dren grunted, pulling out and wiping the sweat dripping down his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Keke... what an impatient, spoiled brat. Very well, let me wrap up the story... but first, let me empty my balls straight down Little Sylph's throat!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

A thick, viscous torrent of aged seed erupted from the old man's member as he shoved his shaft as deep into her esophagus as possible, filling her mouth to absolute capacity.