Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 49: F*cking Her Crazy**

The moment Claude plunged into his mother’s dripping pussy, he groaned low and deep, his cock instantly wrapped in her hot, convulsing walls.

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She was tight — unbelievably tight — and the way her pussy clenched around him felt like it was desperate to keep him inside.

"Ahhh… fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into her thighs as he tried to hold himself back.

Dalia’s head tilted back, her lips parting in a breathless moan.

The stretch was intense, but it felt so good — her body trembling under the weight of him, her pussy feeling perfectly filled, almost like her body had been made just for him.

"Hnghh~ Claude…"

Her arms looped around his neck, her nails raking lightly down his back as her hips bucked up, silently begging him to move.

Claude couldn’t resist her need, his control snapping as he pulled back and drove into her again — harder this time, his thick shaft stretching her open over and over with each brutal thrust.

"Fuck… you feel so fucking good, Mother. Your pussy is the best."

His voice was low, rough, vibrating right against her ear as he fucked her hard.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him deeper, locking their bodies together as he leaned down to whisper filthy things into her ear.

"This tight little pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it? You love being fucked like this, don’t you?"

His tongue flicked along the curve of her ear, before he caught the tip between his teeth and bit down — not too hard, but just enough to make her cry out.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!! I-I do! I’m your slut… only yours…"

Dalia’s voice was broken with moans, her mind melting under the relentless pleasure, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.

She was seeing stars — her eyes fluttering back, her body trembling violently as Claude’s cock filled her so perfectly, hitting her deepest, sweetest places like he knew her body better than she did.

"And you still call yourself a mother?"

Claude chuckled, wanting to know her answer. Was she still considering him his son? Or even a child?

But instead of getting angry, Dalia whimpered, "Mnnhhh… No… I’m now your woman, Claude, your slut."

She then kissed him, sucking his lip, making him smile in the middle of it as he kissed her back.

’Ah, finally, I can do whatever I want with her, she is mine now.’

Claude’s mouth moved down to her breasts, his tongue swirling around her stiff nipple before his teeth sank into the soft flesh.

The sharp mix of pain and pleasure sent a shockwave through her, her back arching off the table, pushing her tits harder into his mouth.

"Ngghhhh!! Claude!!"

Her pussy clenched even tighter, her slick juices dripping down onto the floor with each thrust, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing through the vast room.

And then he hit it — that one spot deep inside her that sent lightning exploding through her entire body.

Her walls clenched down hard, her whole body locking up as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"HNNNGGHHH!!! CLAUDEEEEEE!!! AHHH!!! I’M CUMMINGGG!!!"

Her scream tore through the room as her orgasm slammed into her, her juices squirting everywhere — splashing against his cock, soaking his thighs, dripping onto the rug below.

Her body convulsed wildly beneath him, her pussy pulsing and milking his cock like it never wanted to let go.

"Fuck—! This tight little hole’s trying to drain me dry."

Claude groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as her spasming pussy squeezed him like a vice, pulling him deeper with every tremor.

He wanted to cum — fuck, it felt too good not to — but not yet.

Not until he broke his mother completely.

Claude’s hands gripped her thighs tight, lifting her off the table in one swift motion, his cock still buried deep inside her slick, trembling pussy.

The sudden shift made her jolt, her arms instinctively looping around his neck, nails digging into his skin as she clung to him.

"C-Claude… what are you—"

Before she could finish, his hips snapped up, spearing her down onto his cock with brutal force.

Dalia’s scream echoed through the room, a mix of shock and pleasure ripping through her as her overstimulated cunt convulsed around him, her body still shivering from her last orgasm.

"Hold on, Mother… unless you want to fall," he taunted, a wicked grin curling his lips.

With one hand supporting her ass and the other gripping her waist, he lifted his mother almost completely off his cock until only the tip remained inside her fluttering entrance — then he slammed her back down, impaling her again and again until her breathless moans turned into incoherent cries.

"Ohh!! Ohhh!! Hnnghhh!!"

Her legs were shaking, barely able to hold onto his back anymore.

Her whole body had turned to jelly, leaving her son to move her however he pleased — a living, trembling doll for him to fuck senseless.

"Fuck… I’m gonna break you, Mother," he growled into her ear, voice thick with lust.

"Gonna mold your pussy to fit my cock… and fuck the sense right out of your pretty little brain."

His cock plunged deep, battering against the entrance to her womb over and over, making her whole body convulse in his arms.

"C-cumming… cumming againnnhhh!!"

Dalia sobbed, her eyes rolling back, her nails scraping down his back as her pussy clenched tight, milking his cock with spasms so strong they left him cursing under his breath.

"Shit… this tight little hole just won’t let me go."

But even with her body convulsing, even with her pussy gushing and dripping down his cock and thighs, Claude didn’t stop.

The way her trembling walls hugged his shaft — warm, slick, and impossibly tight — was addictive.

It felt like her body was made to keep him buried inside her forever.

"This pussy… it’s fucking perfect," he groaned, leaning down to bite her neck, leaving a fresh mark as he drove even deeper.

"I’m inside your womb, Mother. You feel that? Every inch of me."

Dalia couldn’t even form words — her mouth falling open, her cries dissolving into soft, broken moans that barely made sense.

"Hnnghh… Claude… good… cock… amazing…"

Her babbled praise only fueled his hunger, his hands gripping her waist tighter as he fucked her like a man possessed, her body bouncing in his arms as if weightless.

"You love my cock, don’t you?" His voice was low, dark, lips brushing her ear.

"Tell me, Dalia — who fucks you better? Me, or that pathetic husband of yours?"

She didn’t even hesitate. "Y-you! No one’s cock feels better than youuughh!!!"

Claude’s laugh was deep and cruel, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, her squelching pussy milking him with every slam of his hips.

Her body shook helplessly, cumming again and again, until her voice was reduced to soft, broken whimpers.

He carried her back to the table, flipping her onto her stomach this time, lifting her hips so her legs dangled off the edge.

Her toes never even touched the floor — her whole body suspended by his grip and his cock, spearing into her from behind.

"Of course I’m the best," Claude sneered, leaning over her back, his chest pressing against her slick skin as he drove into her from behind.

"That husband of yours? He’s nothing. You know he was on his knees today — begging me for forgiveness."

Dalia barely processed his words, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure as her body was reduced to nothing but a trembling hole for him to ruin.

Claude’s lips found her shoulder, kissing and biting his way up to her neck before he turned her face slightly, capturing her lips in a rough, possessive kiss.

His tongue dominated hers, tasting the faint traces of her own juices still lingering in his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, he dragged a hand down her stomach, fingers tracing over the faint tattoo etched just above her womb — the mark that would now belong to him.

"Today, Mother… you’re officially mine."

With one final, brutal thrust, he bottomed out, his cock pushing directly against her womb as she let out a hoarse, broken scream.

Her pussy clenched down, gushing another flood of cum, spraying over his cock and onto the table below.

"Ohhh… Claude… your cock…"

Claude’s smirk was feral, feeling her body milk him for everything he had.

Her spasming walls were too much, dragging him into his own orgasm as he thrust one last time, burying himself deep and releasing thick ropes of cum directly into her womb.

"Fuck… you’re gonna get pregnant, Mother," he groaned, shivering as her tight heat milked every last drop from him.

"I’m gonna make you a mother again — my mother, my slut, my everything."

His seed overflowed, dripping from her stretched hole, pooling onto the floor as both of them panted for air.

Claude smirked, satisfied with what he was doing, today was the best day of his life.