He turned to leave, but Lilly tightened her grip. Her hand moved down, firmly grasping his cock. "You say that, Ethan... but it feels like you’re quite ready for a celebration down here."

"Lilly!" Ethan hissed, shocked. "How can you be okay with this? This is your mother! And I’m your boyfriend!"

Lilly leaned her head against his shoulder, her voice calm and devoid of jealousy. "I have no problem sharing you with those other ’vixens’ you keep around. Why would I ever have a problem sharing the man I love with my own mother?"

Ethan’s heart hammered at a thousand beats per minute. He stood in a state of total paralysis, his conscience screaming about loyalty and family, while his primal desires—fueled by the Nectar and his Void Body—roared for submission.

Ethan stumbled back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture. "Martha... Lilly... I can’t. Alfred is the closest thing I have to a father. I won’t betray him. I won’t tear this family apart for a moment of weakness."

Martha pouted, her eyes glistening with a playful, predatory hunger. She didn’t look offended; she looked amused. "Oh, Ethan... don’t be such a party pooper. You always were too noble for your own good." She turned her head toward a darkened hallway. "Darling, come out. Our guest of honor is being difficult again."

Ethan’s heart nearly stopped. His blood ran cold, and for a split second, he felt as if his soul was trying to exit his body. It felt like the ultimate ambush—worse than any strike the Scavengers could have ever planned.

Alfred stepped out from the shadows, dressed in a silk robe, holding a glass of aged whiskey.

Ethan’s voice caught in his throat. "Uncle Alfred... I... I didn’t... I was just leaving, I swear—"

Alfred raised a hand, a warm, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Calm down, my boy. Take a breath." He took a slow sip of his drink and walked over, placing a fatherly hand on Ethan’s shoulder. "I’m not angry. In fact, I’m proud of you."

Ethan blinked, utterly bewildered. "Proud? Alfred, what are you talking about?"

"Martha told me everything," Alfred said calmly. "She told me about the last time, when she practically threw herself at you, showing you exactly what she wanted... and you turned her down. You fled because of your loyalty to me. Most men in your position, with your power, would have taken what they wanted and silenced me. But you chose respect. You proved to me that you are exactly the man I thought you were."

Ethan stood paralyzed, his mouth slightly agape.

"Listen to me, Ethan," Alfred continued, his tone dropping into a more intimate, conspiratorial level. "This isn’t new for Martha and me. We’ve enjoyed a... certain level of freedom in our marriage for a long time. It’s our little secret, a bit of fun to keep the spark alive. We never involved Lilly before, of course, but since you are her boyfriend, she had to give her permission first. I have no objections. In fact, I’m happy to see my godson fulfilling Martha’s fantasies. You aren’t failing me, Ethan. You’re becoming part of the family in every sense of the word."

Ethan felt the world spinning. He looked at Alfred’s calm face, then at Martha’s seductive smile.

Lilly pressed her body against Ethan’s back, her arms snaking around his chest, her chin resting on his shoulder. "Relax, my love," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Everything stays in the family. No secrets. No betrayals. Just us."

Ethan’s mind was a battlefield of shock and arousal, but before he could form a coherent thought, Martha was already moving. She closed the distance between them with grace, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt and tugging his trousers down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing.

"Relax, my dear," Martha purred, her voice a low, hypnotic hum. "Just leave everything to us."

"I’ll leave you to it," Alfred said, turning as if to head for the door. "You kids enjoy the night."

"Oh no, darling," Martha’s voice stopped him. "Why don’t you stay and watch? I know how much you love it."

Lilly chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Daddy. Don’t worry. Just enjoy watching your daughter’s boyfriend fuck your wife."

Martha reached out and gave Lilly’s ass a sharp, playful slap. "And they’re going to fuck you too, my love."

Ethan watched, mesmerized, as Martha knelt before him. She took his cock in her hand, not stroking it, but lifting it to her face. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on her face, as if she were addicted to the raw, masculine scent emanating from him.

Lilly laughed, a light, musical sound. She reached behind her neck, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet in a silken whisper. Ethan’s eyes widened as he took in her naked form. She wore no underwear.

"Damn," he breathed. "You were ready for this."

"I was prepared," she confessed with a sly grin. "I knew you wouldn’t be able to say no in the end."

Martha opened her mouth and took him in. She didn’t start slow. She devoured him, her head bobbing with a desperate hunger, obscene wet sounds filling the room. She took his entire length into her throat, gagging violently, her eyes watering as she choked on his considerable size. She pulled back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft.

"My god," she gasped, looking up at him with wild eyes. "That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever had in my life, I swear it." She turned to look at Alfred, who was now sitting comfortably in a large armchair, his eyes fixed on the scene. "Forgive me, my love, but he’s just... enormous and delicious."

Alfred just chuckled, his gaze unwavering.

In a sudden, coordinated movement, they pushed Ethan. He stumbled backward, falling onto the plush rug. Before he could even process it, Lilly was straddling his face, her knees on either side of his head. The scent of her arousal filled his senses.

"Lick my pussy, love," she commanded, grinding down against his mouth. "While Mommy sucks your cock."