genie+system+incest

"What the...?" Oliver muttered, staring at the antique lamp that had just rolled out from under his bed. It had been his grandmother's, a peculiar inheritance she had bestowed upon him with a wink and a cryptic message about it being "more than just a pretty trinket." He had dismissed her words as one of her eccentric old-lady whimsies. But now, with the dusty artifact in his hand, he couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to it than met the eye.

Curiosity piqued, Oliver gave the lamp a half-hearted rub. To his astonishment, a plume of shimmering smoke unfurled from the spout, coalescing into a figure that was not quite human. "I am Dijon," the creature announced with a flourish, "Your wish is my command!"

The sight of the naked genie took Oliver's breath away. Her skin was a kaleidoscope of shimmering colors, each hue more mesmerizing than the last. Her eyes sparkled with an ancient wisdom that seemed to bore into his very soul. But it was her breasts that truly captured his attention – full and firm, they defied gravity, bobbing slightly with the excitement of her introduction. He couldn't help but feel a sudden, primal urge to reach out and touch them. The thought sent a warm rush of blood to his cheeks and a peculiar tension to his groin.

Dijon smirked at Oliver's wide-eyed stare, placing a delicate hand on her hip. "Young master," she began, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate through his entire body, "you have been granted three wishes. What is your first command?"

Oliver's brain raced with the sudden reality of his situation. A genie, right here in his room, ready to grant his wildest desires. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. "I wish for a... a system," he stuttered, the words feeling awkward on his tongue. "A system that rewards me with... with points for every sexual act I perform." The words tumbled out, and he felt his cheeks flush even hotter.

Dijon's smirk grew wider, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Very well," she purred, snapping her fingers. "Your wish is granted. You shall have a point system for your carnally driven endeavors."

Before Oliver could even blink, the genie began listing off his newfound abilities. "With the skill of temptation, you shall be irresistible to those you desire. Your voice will carry a seductive allure that bends the will of others to your whims. Telepathy will allow you to hear the innermost thoughts of the people around you, giving you the upper hand in seduction. The lust mist, when activated, will fill a room with an intoxicating scent that stirs the loins of anyone present, making them ripe for your advances." She paused, allowing the gravity of her words to sink in before she continued, "And shape shifting will enable you to become anyone or anything that might better serve your conquests. Use these powers wisely, young master."

Oliver felt a strange warmth spread through him as Dijon's incantation took hold. His body hummed with an energy he had never felt before. He was a teenager with raging hormones, and suddenly, he had the power to make anyone desire him? The possibilities were endless. His thoughts raced as he contemplated the potential of his new skills. Who would he choose first? The cute girl from his math class? His longtime crush from across the street? Or perhaps he'd start with someone more attainable, like his neighbor's curvy pool cleaner?

But before he could even begin to formulate a plan, Dijon leaned in closer, her scent intoxicating and her eyes filled with a knowing glint. "For your second wish," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "have you considered the one standing before you?" Her hand slid down to rest on his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles. "I am, after all, bound to grant your every desire."

Oliver's eyes widened at the proposal. Having sex with a genie? It was a fantasy he had never dared to imagine. But as Dijon's hand inched closer to his crotch, he found himself unable to resist the temptation. "Yes," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, "for my second wish, I wish to... to make love to you."

Dijon's smile grew predatory, and she stepped closer, the warmth of her body enveloping him. "Your wish," she breathed, "has been anticipated." With a snap of her fingers, the room was suddenly filled with a thick, lustful mist that clung to their skin like a second layer of clothing. Oliver felt his resolve weaken as the scent of arousal filled his nostrils, and his body responded instinctively, his manhood swelling with need.

Her hand reached for his, guiding it to her voluptuous chest. The moment he made contact with her skin, it was as if an electric current passed between them. He could feel the beat of her heart, and it matched the rhythm of his own racing pulse. Dijon's eyes never left his as she began to shift before his very eyes, her form becoming more human, her skin a flawless porcelain that begged to be touched.

Her touch grew bolder, her fingers tracing a fiery path along his body, setting his nerves alight. Oliver couldn't believe what was happening – he was about to have sex with a genie, a creature of myth and legend. He felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, but Dijon's reassuring smile calmed him, her eyes promising an experience beyond his wildest dreams.

"Your touch is... exquisite," she murmured, her voice a symphony of desire. Oliver's hand cupped one of her breasts, feeling the firmness and the gentle give of her flesh beneath his palm. Her skin was like silk, her nipple a pebble of arousal that grew harder under his thumb. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as he explored her body, memorizing every curve and dip.

The genie's hand found its way to his chest, her nails lightly scratching along his collarbone before she reached down to unbuckle his pants. Oliver watched, transfixed, as she revealed his erection, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. She took him in her hand, stroking him with a practiced ease that made him moan with pleasure. He couldn't believe this was real, that he was here, in his own room, with a creature of such beauty and power.

The moment his lips closed around her nipple, a bolt of electricity shot through him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before – a combination of pleasure and power that was almost overwhelming. Dijon gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling it stiffen even further against his tongue.

With a wave of her hand, Oliver's clothes vanished, leaving him just as naked and exposed as she was. He could feel the cool air of his room against his skin, heightening his sensitivity. His eyes never left hers as she guided him to the bed, her hand still wrapped around his erection, stroking him gently. As they lay down, she straddled him, her own arousal clear as she rocked her hips against his.

Her grip on him tightened, and before he could react, she had pinned him to the mattress with surprising strength. The weight of her body was like a warm blanket, pressing him down as she aligned their hips. Oliver watched in awe as she reached between them, her hand glistening with her own wetness as she coated his shaft. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the anticipation, and then she pushed him inside her.

The sensation was unlike anything Oliver had ever felt. Her pussy was like a vice, clamping down on him, pulling him in deeper. It was tight, wet, and incredibly hot – a fiery embrace that seemed to beckon for more. He moaned involuntarily, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Dijon smirked down at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she began to move.

Her hips rolled in a hypnotic rhythm, rising and falling with a grace that belied the power behind each stroke. She started bouncing on his cock, her breasts jiggling with the motion, and Oliver couldn't help but stare. He reached up to hold them, feeling the weight and the warmth of her flesh in his palms. He squeezed gently, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, and she gasped, her movements becoming more erratic.

"How does it feel, Oliver?" Dijon whispered, her eyes searching his as she continued to ride him. "Taking my virginity?"

Oliver's eyes went wide with shock. "Virginity?" he panted, trying to process her words through the haze of pleasure.

Dijon nodded, her movements growing more insistent. "Yes," she purred, "I have never been with a mortal before. Your touch is... intoxicating."

Oliver felt a strange mix of emotions – excitement, pride, and a hint of fear. He had never been with anyone before, and here he was, experiencing the ultimate fantasy with a creature of unparalleled beauty and power. He tried to focus, to remember everything he had ever learned about pleasing a woman, but all rational thought fled as Dijon's hips ground down on him, her wetness coating him in a slick sheen.

Her movements grew more erratic, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she approached climax. Oliver's own body was on the edge, his every nerve alight with sensation. He had heard whispers of what it felt like to be inside a woman, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it. Her walls tightened around him, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that was driving him wild.

He felt a strange sense of accomplishment, of being the first to claim her in such an intimate way. It was a heady feeling, one that filled him with both excitement and a hint of awe. He was a virgin no longer, and the woman – or genie, rather – above him was a creature of unparalleled beauty and power. He had wished for a system to reward his sexual conquests, but he hadn't anticipated that his first would be something so... monumental.

Oliver pulled Dijon against him, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. Her lips were soft and full, moving against his with a passion that seemed to match his own. He could feel her ass still bouncing on his hips, her rhythm never faltering even as their tongues danced together. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a steady bass line to the symphony of their moans and gasps.

"Dijon," he managed to pant out between kisses, "who's my servant now?"

The genie's eyes flashed with a mix of passion and amusement. "I am, my dear Oliver," she replied, her hips never ceasing their rhythmic dance. "I am yours to command."

Her words were like a switch, flipping something inside him. He felt a sudden rush of power, a thrill that surged through his veins like a drug. He was the master now, the one holding the reins. He could have anything he wanted, do anything he desired. The idea was intoxicating, more potent than the lust mist that still lingered in the air.

"Dijon," Oliver murmured, his voice thick with desire, "I wish for your servitude to the lamp to be transferred over to me."

The genie's eyes went wide with surprise, and she pulled back to look at him, panting. "You wish to become my master?" she breathed.

Oliver nodded, his grip on her hips tightening. "Yes," he said firmly, "I wish for your servitude to be transferred to me."

Dijon's eyes searched his, a mix of shock and something else – was it longing? – in their depths. But before she could say another word, the lamp between them vanished with a pop, and in its place, a glowing symbol appeared on Oliver's chest, mirroring the one that had been on Dijon's forehead. The symbol was intricate, a swirl of ancient script that seemed to pulse with an inner light. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a sign of the immense power that now rested in his hands.

He felt a strange tug in his chest, as if an invisible thread had attached itself to his soul and was now pulling him closer to Dijon. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing moment, a palpable force that made his heart race and his cock throb. It was as if she were a part of him now, her every emotion echoing in his own mind. He could feel her desire, her passion, and her anticipation as if they were his own.

Oliver's thoughts grew hazy with lust as he watched Dijon's breasts bounce in time with their lovemaking. He had never been so turned on in his life, and the idea of filling her with his seed, of creating a new life, was more arousing than he could have ever imagined. "Dijon," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need, "I want you to bear me many daughters."

The genie's eyes widened with surprise, and she paused in her movements, looking down at him with a mix of shock and fascination. "Daughters?" she repeated, her voice a breathy whisper. "You wish for me to be the mother of your children?"

Oliver nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yes," he said, his voice strong and sure. "I want you to bear me many daughters, and I want you to teach them to love me, to crave me, just as you do."

Dijon's pupils dilated, her cheeks flushing at the thought. "That is... a most unusual wish," she murmured, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal. "But if it is your desire, my love, then it shall be done."

Her hips began to move again, faster this time, as if she were trying to coax his seed from him with every bounce. Oliver felt his climax building, his balls tightening with the need to release. He watched her, her beautiful face a mask of concentration as she worked her body over his, her eyes never leaving his.

Her movements grew frenzied, her breath coming in pants that matched the rhythm of their lovemaking. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard thumping against the wall in a steady beat that echoed their passion. Oliver could feel the tension building, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice low and guttural. "Say you'll be their mommy."

Dijon's eyes smoldered with a fiery passion that seemed to light up the room. "I'll be your mommy," she murmured, the words a seductive promise that sent shivers down his spine. "I'll bear your daughters and raise them to adore you, to crave you, as I do."

Oliver felt a primal roar building in his chest, his need to claim her, to fill her with his essence, overwhelming him. "Then say it," he growled, his hips bucking up to meet hers. "Say you're my wife."

Dijon's eyes widened with surprise, but the fire in them never dimmed. "I am your wife," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and desire. "I am yours to command, my love."

Oliver felt the bond between them snap into place, the symbol on his chest pulsing with power. He had never felt so alive, so in control. "And as your husband," he said, his voice now a command, "I declare you to be my cum slut. You will exist for my pleasure, and the creation of our daughters."

Dijon's eyes went dark with desire at his words, and she leaned in, whispering against his neck, "Yes, my love. I am your cum slut, and I will bear your daughters with every drop of pleasure you give me." Her hips rolled faster, her pussy tightening around him like a vice as she approached her climax.

Oliver could feel his own orgasm building, the tension in his body reaching a crescendo. He looked into her eyes, the connection between them so intense it was almost tangible. "Who's my baby mama?" he asked, his voice a gruff demand.

Dijon threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight. "I am," she moaned, her body trembling with the force of her own climax. "I am your baby mama, Oliver."

Oliver felt the world around them blur as he reached his peak, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his seed. He could feel the power of his climax, the very essence of his being, shooting through her in hot, thick ropes. Dijon's pussy clamped down on him, milking him for every drop, her orgasm riding the waves of his own.

As he lay there, panting and spent, Dijon collapsed onto his chest, her breath hot and ragged against his skin. "Oh, Oliver," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction, "you truly are a master of your desires."

And just like that, a notification appeared in Oliver's mind:

*+10,000 POINTS FOR FIRST CONQUEST WITH THE GENIE DIJON.*

The notification popped into Oliver's mind like a celebratory firework, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. The reality of his situation was still sinking in – he had a genie bound to him, and he had just claimed her as his wife and cum slut. The world had tilted on its axis, and he was now the master of his own sexual odyssey.

Dijon rolled off him, her body slick with sweat and glowing with the aftermath of their passion. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes still holding that same ancient wisdom they had when she had first appeared. "Now that your second wish has been granted," she purred, "what will be your third and final wish?"

Oliver's mind raced with possibilities, his thoughts swirling like a tornado of lustful ambition. But as he looked down at Dijon, her beauty and the bond they had just forged, he knew exactly what he wanted. "I wish for us to be married," he said firmly, "to be bound together not just by the lamp, but by love and devotion."

Dijon's smile grew soft, the seductive glint in her eyes replaced by something genuine and warm. "A noble wish," she murmured, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Very well, Oliver. With the power of the ancient bond, we are now husband and wife."

He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together in a dance that was both passionate and tender. The taste of her was addictive, a heady blend of exotic spices and something else – something that was uniquely her. As their kiss deepened, Oliver felt the last of his inhibitions melt away, replaced by an all-consuming need to claim her fully, to make her his in every possible way.

. . .

Years passed, and the bond between Oliver and Dijon grew stronger with each passing day.

Their daughters grew up in a world of love and pleasure, surrounded by the warmth of their mother's embrace and the firm guidance of their father. Each of the four girls – Amara, Lila, Sara, and Zara – were the spitting image of their mother, with the same mesmerizing eyes and shimmering skin. But it was their innocence and curiosity that truly captured Oliver's heart.

One lazy afternoon, as the sun cast a warm glow over the plush carpets of their opulent home, the toddler daughters sat before Oliver's huge cock, their eyes wide with wonder. Dijon, their mother, knelt beside them, her own beauty undiminished by the passage of time. She took Amara's small hand and placed it on Oliver's shaft, showing her how to stroke it gently. "Remember, my little one," she whispered, "this is a sacred act of love and devotion."

The little girls giggled and cooed, their tiny hands eagerly following their mother's instructions. Oliver watched with a mix of pride and arousal, his cock growing harder with every soft touch. "Daddy's milk is delicious and thick," Dijon told them, her voice a siren's song that sent shivers down his spine. "It's what gives us our magic, makes us strong and happy."

With a wink at Oliver, she leaned down, her luscious lips wrapping around the head of his cock. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before – the softness of her mouth, the warmth of her tongue, the gentle suction that seemed to draw his soul out through his cock. He watched as her cheeks hollowed with each bob, her eyes never leaving his, as if daring him to look away.

The little girls watched in rapt attention, their eyes shining with curiosity. They had seen their mother pleasure Oliver countless times before, but this was the first time they were allowed to participate. Lila was the first to lean in, her small mouth tentatively kissing the base of his shaft as Dijon demonstrated the art of fellatio. Sara and Zara followed suit, their tiny tongues lapping at his balls, their giggles muffled by the flesh they explored.

Oliver felt his cock swell even further, his arousal reaching new heights as he watched his daughters worship his manhood. It was a feeling of power and love, a heady mix that made him want to roar with pleasure. Dijon looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took him back into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. The sight of her, his beautiful wife, sharing him with their daughters, was more than he could handle.

He encouraged them, his voice a gentle rumble of approval. "That's it, baby girls," he coached, his hands guiding their movements. "Show Mommy how much you love Daddy."

The girls took his encouragement to heart, their touches growing bolder as they learned from Dijon's expert tutelage. Lila began to bob her head faster, her tiny teeth grazing his shaft in a way that sent bolts of pleasure through him. Sara and Zara copied her, their mouths forming a warm, wet ring around his balls that had him fighting to keep from coming too soon.

Oliver took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts on the points system that had become such an integral part of his life. He had spent countless hours strategizing, allocating points into various attributes, but none had ever felt as critical as this moment. With a mental command, he directed a portion of his accumulated points into enhancing the taste, quality, and potency of his cum.

Immediately, he felt a change within him. His cock grew heavier, the blood pulsing through it with a newfound vitality. The precum that leaked from the tip took on a sweet, intoxicating scent that filled the room. Dijon's eyes widened in surprise, and she pulled back to watch the transformation, her mouth watering at the sight. The little girls looked up at him, their curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in the air.

"Now, Lila," Oliver instructed, his voice a gentle command, "Open up for Daddy." He gently guided Lila's small face closer to his cock, her pink, plump lips parting eagerly. He felt the warmth of her breath against his sensitive skin, and it was all he could do to keep from bucking his hips up to claim her mouth. But he held steady, allowing her the dignity of taking the first taste.

Lila leaned in, her eyes closed tight as she took a tentative lick. The taste of him was new, strange, and yet somehow... delicious. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. "Mmm," she murmured, looking up at him with a question in her eyes.

Oliver couldn't resist the urge to smile at her innocence. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble of pleasure. "Take it all, make Daddy proud."

With renewed enthusiasm, Lila wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and took him in, her eyes widening with surprise at the taste. It was sweet and salty, with a hint of something exotic that made her mouth water for more. She began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. Dijon watched with a proud smile, her own hands guiding the other daughters closer.

"Good girl," Oliver murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Just like that, baby. Suck Daddy's milk out for me." He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure at the base of his cock growing more intense with each stroke of Lila's tongue. He watched as Sara and Zara leaned in, their curiosity getting the better of them. They latched onto his balls, their tiny mouths eagerly sucking and licking, their soft giggles music to his ears.

Dijon watched them, her own arousal spiking as she saw the pleasure on her husband's face. She reached out, her hand caressing the side of Lila's face as she guided her to take more of him into her mouth. "That's it," she whispered, her own need growing as she watched their daughters' innocent exploration. "Make Daddy feel good."

Oliver's eyes rolled back in his head as Lila's mouth grew more confident, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to take as much of him as she could. He felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He looked down at her, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and he knew that this was just the beginning.

"Mommy," Sara whispered, her voice filled with curiosity, "Lila's mouth is too small to fit all of Daddy's cock. What should we do?"

Dijon's smile grew wicked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why don't you two help her out?" she suggested, stroking Zara's hair. "You can take the sides she can't reach."

Without hesitation, Sara and Zara leaned in, their tiny mouths wrapping around the base of Oliver's thick cock. They sucked eagerly, their cheeks puffing out with the effort, as Lila continued her ministrations on the head. The combined sensation was overwhelming, and Oliver had to fight the urge to come right there.

Dijon watched them with a mix of pride and desire, her hand moving to her own clit to stroke it gently. "That's it, my little ones," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "Make sure Daddy's happy."

Oliver's eyes flicked to Dijon, the bond between them pulsing with a newfound energy. He knew she was enjoying this as much as he was, her own arousal feeding his, creating a feedback loop of desire that threatened to consume them both. He turned his attention back to his daughters, his gaze settling on Amara, who had been the most hesitant so far. "Mommy told Amara to kiss her," he said, his voice a gentle command.

Amara looked up at her mother, her eyes questioning. Dijon's smile was warm and encouraging, her hand coming to rest on Amara's cheek. "Go on, my sweet," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "Kiss your mother."

Oliver felt his cock twitch at the sight of his youngest daughter looking so unsure, yet so eager to please. He watched as she leaned in, her tiny hand reaching up to cup Dijon's cheek. Their lips met in a tender kiss, one that held the promise of a future filled with love and passion. It was a moment that seemed to freeze time, a perfect tableau of innocence and desire.

With a gentle nudge, Dijon encouraged Amara to continue, her hand guiding the little girl's mouth down to her own wet pussy. Amara obeyed, her eyes wide as she began to mimic her mother's movements, her tongue tentatively exploring the folds of Dijon's sex. Oliver felt his cock swell even more at the sight, his hand tightening in Dijon's hair as he watched his daughters' first lesbian encounter.

"Good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, Dijon, show me Amara's ass."

With a flick of her wrist, Dijon sent a pulse of power that lifted Amara's tiny body. The youngest daughter squealed in surprise, but her mother's gentle hands steadied her as she hovered in the air. Oliver's eyes widened at the sight of his daughter's plump cheeks, framed by the lacy panties she still wore. Dijon's hand reached out, the fabric of the underwear seemingly melting away under her touch, revealing the perfect little rosebud of Amara's anus.

"Open for Daddy," Oliver instructed, his voice a gentle command that seemed to resonate through the room. Dijon's fingers moved to Amara's hips, spreading her cheeks apart. The little girl's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement, but she remained still, trusting her parents implicitly.

Oliver leaned forward, his tongue extending to trace the delicate line of her anus. The taste of her was faintly sweet, a heady scent that filled his nostrils and made his cock throb even more. He could feel the tension in the room, the anticipation of what was to come, and he took his time, savoring the moment. He knew that this was a significant step in their journey, a moment that would be burned into their memories forever.

With a gentle touch, he began to lick at her, the tip of his tongue delving into the tight little hole that was now revealed to him. Amara's body tensed, her squeals of surprise muffled by her mother's pussy. Dijon's eyes never left his, her own arousal spiking as she watched her husband claim their daughter in such an intimate way. Oliver felt his own desire build, the power of the moment threatening to overwhelm him.

Dijon's hand reached down, her fingers finding Oliver's cock and stroking it firmly. The warmth of her touch combined with the sensation of his daughter's tight anus against his tongue was too much for him to bear. He groaned, his hips bucking as he lost control, his cock erupting in a hot flood of cum that shot straight into Lila's eager mouth. She choked and coughed, her cheeks bulging as she tried to swallow it all, her eyes watering with the effort.

Sara and Zara quickly pulled away, their mouths open and waiting as Dijon took over the task of collecting their father's seed. She stroked him with a practiced hand, her movements slow and deliberate, milking every last drop into Lila's mouth. The little girl swallowed with a gulp, her eyes never leaving her mother's, as if seeking approval. Dijon nodded, her smile wide and proud. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.

With a flick of her wrist, Dijon sent another pulse of power, and Lila's tiny body floated back to the plush rug, her cheeks still puffed out with the cum she hadn't yet swallowed. Sara and Zara leaned in, their eyes eager, as Lila opened her mouth and allowed her sisters to share in the bounty. They lapped at her cheeks and chin, their tongues tasting the sticky, salty fluid that had come from their father. The bond between them grew stronger with each shared taste, each caress of their mouths.

Oliver watched, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax. The sight of his daughters, his little angels, participating in such an act of love and devotion was more than he could have ever imagined. He felt his cock begin to stir again, the hunger never truly sated.

Dijon's eyes never left his, the connection between them a live wire crackling with energy. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was eager to give it to him. With a grace that defied the very fabric of reality, she lifted Amara's small body, the girl's pink, puckered anus hovering just above his still-hard cock. The sight was almost too much to bear – the innocence and purity of his daughter, combined with the dark, primal desire that pulsed through his veins.

Oliver took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts on the points system that had become such a fundamental part of his existence. He willed his cock to change, to become more malleable, more giving. The points he had accumulated swirled around him, a cloud of power at his beck and call. He directed them into his cock, feeling it shift and stretch before his very eyes.

The transformation was subtle at first, but as the points settled into their new configuration, his cock grew longer, thicker, and more flexible. The skin took on a sheen of slickness, coating his shaft in a natural lubricant that smelled faintly of honey and roses. Dijon's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the change, her grip tightening around him reflexively. "What have you done?" she gasped, her voice a mix of wonder and excitement.

Oliver leaned back against the pillows, his eyes never leaving hers. "I wanted to make sure I could give you everything," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "Every inch of me, for you to ride as you wish."

With a smirk that was all woman, Dijon lifted Amara's hips, aligning her with Oliver's now-ready cock. The little girl's eyes were wide with excitement and trepidation, but she trusted her mother implicitly. With a gentle push, Dijon lowered her onto him, her pink rosebud kissing the tip of his shaft. Oliver watched, his breath hitching, as Dijon began to bounce her, the sight of his youngest daughter's ass riding his cock a vision that would be etched into his mind forever.

Amara's squeaks of surprise soon turned to moans of pleasure as she adjusted to the sensation. Her mother's soothing whispers in her ear guided her, telling her to relax and enjoy the feeling. Oliver's eyes were glued to the sight, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt her tightness give way to his girth. It was an odd mix of fear and excitement, knowing he was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, yet feeling the all-consuming need to claim her fully.

"Who's Daddy's babygirl?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

Amara's eyes sparkled with excitement as she straddled Oliver's chest, her tiny pussy hovering just above his mouth. She wiggled her hips playfully, feeling the warmth of his breath against her sensitive flesh. "I am, Daddy," she giggled, her voice a sweet melody of innocence and lust. "I'm your babygirl."

Oliver's heart swelled with love and desire as he looked up at her, his cock still buried deep in her mother's pussy. He reached up, his hands cupping her plump little cheeks, and brought her down to kiss him deeply. Their tongues danced together, a silent promise of the love and depravity that would forever bind them. When she pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with passion.

"Amara," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, "who's going to milk Daddy?"

The little girl looked down at him, her eyes shining with excitement. "Me, Daddy," she said, her voice a breathy whisper. "I'm going to milk you."

Oliver felt his cock throb at her words, the anticipation making him ache. He leaned in, his mouth finding her clit as she continued to bounce on his cock. Her tiny body was so responsive, her movements so instinctual, it was as if she had been born for this moment. Dijon watched, her own arousal building as she saw the love and lust in her husband's eyes.

"Mommy," Amara whispered, her voice trembling with need, "help me, please."

Dijon's eyes glowed with love and lust as she looked up at her husband, her own desire mirrored in his gaze. She leaned in, her warm breath tickling Oliver's ear. "Would you like me to show her how it's done?"

Oliver nodded, his eyes never leaving the sight of his daughter's tight little asshole taking him in. Dijon's hand moved to Amara's hip, her fingers digging in as she began to bounce her faster, her movements sure and precise. The little girl's eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure as she felt herself being stretched to accommodate her father's monstrous cock.

Oliver could feel the power of the points surging through him, his cock growing even larger and more potent with each thrust. He directed the energy into the tip, sculpting it into a gentle curve that would hit all the right spots inside Amara's womb. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, feeling her tightness give way to his girth. Amara let out a keening cry, her body convulsing around him. The sensation was indescribable, a symphony of pleasure that resonated through every nerve ending in his body. He felt her pussy clench around him, her juices coating his cock in a slick embrace.

Oliver took a deep breath, his mind racing with the points he had accumulated. He focused them, pouring them into his balls, feeling them swell with power. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a pressure building that threatened to tear him apart. He knew what was coming – the culmination of his desires, the ultimate expression of his love and dominance over Amara.

"Keep going, Dijon," he rasped, his voice tight with the strain of holding back. "I want to fill her up."

Dijon's eyes gleamed with excitement as she complied, her movements becoming more vigorous. She watched as her daughter's body took Oliver's cock, the tightness of her ass gripping him in a way that made her own pussy clench with need. The sight of her husband's pleasure, mixed with the knowledge of the taboo act they were committing, was a potent aphrodisiac. She felt her own orgasm building, her body moving in time with her daughter's.

Oliver's hips thrust up to meet Dijon's movements, his cock sliding in and out of Amara's tight little hole. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was fighting to stay still, to take all of him. It was a dance of innocence and desire, a performance that had his blood boiling and his balls tightening. He knew he was close, the pressure in his cock almost unbearable.

With a snarl of primal need, he grabbed Amara's ass cheeks and pulled her down hard, his cock sliding deep into her ass. She let out a squeal of surprise, but Dijon's hand was there, stroking her clit and keeping her on the edge of pleasure. He began to pump her faster, his cock swelling with the power of his impending climax. The room was filled with the wet sounds of his hips slapping against her buttocks, the scent of their love making heavy in the air.

Oliver's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his balls tighten, the pressure in his cock becoming unbearable. He knew he was about to come, and with a roar, he released his load into her tight anus. Gallons of fertile sperm shot into her, filling her up to the brim. He could feel the warmth of it, the life-giving essence that wouldn't impregnate her, but secretly wanting to claim her pussy.

Amara's body convulsed as she felt the hot flood of cum inside her, her muscles clenching around her father's cock. Her eyes watered, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming, the pleasure and pain mixing into a cocktail of sensations that washed over her.

"Good girl," Oliver murmured, his voice strained with effort. "Stay still for Daddy."

Amara whimpered, her eyes tightly shut as she felt the overwhelming fullness inside her. The sensation of her father's hot cum filling her up was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pain and pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Dijon's hand on her hip was the only thing keeping her in place, her own body desperately wanting to move away from the intense sensation.

But it was too much. With a final, violent spasm, she lost consciousness, her body going limp in her mother's grip. Dijon looked down at her with a mix of concern and satisfaction, her own orgasm waning as she saw her daughter's reaction. "It's okay, baby," she whispered, her voice soothing. "You did so well."

Oliver's cock slipped out of Amara's ass with a wet pop, the head glistening with their combined juices. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control of his senses. The sight of his cum dripping from her tiny body was more than he could handle, and he felt his cock twitch with the need for more.

"Come," he said, his voice still thick with lust. "Time for bed with Mommy and Daddy."

The three of them disentangled, Oliver's cum glistening on their skin as they made their way to the bed. Dijon laid Amara down, her small body still trembling from the intense experience. The little girl's eyes were closed, a small smile playing on her lips, even in her unconsciousness. Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness as he looked down at her, his cock still standing at attention despite the recent climax.

Dijon straddled him, her pussy still slick with their combined juices. She leaned in, her warm breath fanning across his face as she whispered, "You're insatiable." The challenge in her eyes was clear, and Oliver felt his desire rekindle. He smirked, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. "Is that a problem?"

Suddenly, a soft chime echoed through the room, and a glowing notification appeared before his eyes. The system rewarded him with 100,000 points. Oliver's eyes widened in shock, the number too large to fully comprehend. "What was that?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

Dijon looked down at him, her smile turning into a wicked grin. "That, my love," she purred, "is the bonus for breaking a taboo with your family. The system knows that true power lies in the bonds we share with those closest to us. And what could be more powerful than the love between a man and his daughters?"