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The Lewd House SinThology	By : Trillhouse Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 8575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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El puré de manzana

"Alright, alright, chill," Lemy muttered to himself or, rather, to his grumbling stomach as he stepped into the kitchen. The boy had gotten too wrapped up in his guitar practice to realize he hadn't eaten since breakfast, and now he was paying the price. Lemy opened the refrigerator with a sigh. He knew he wouldn't find much… between Liena, Bobby and Loan alone, snacks had a tendency to disappear quickly. As he'd expected, it was mostly cleared out save for raw ingredients and other offerings that failed to interest him. Ronnie would be going to the supermarket the next day, but he was hungry now damn it. Lemy narrowed his eyes, carefully scanning his options before spotting something tucked away towards the back: a package of applesauce cups. "Jackpot," the boy said with a grin. He reached in and pulled one of the cups free from the package before shutting the door. Lemy enjoyed applesauce, but unfortunately for him it seemed that nearly everyone else in the house did too; it was rare for him to snag one for himself before they were gone. Without further ado, he fetched a spoon from the drawer, pulled back the plastic film and dug in.
...Only to find himself met with a foul, pungent taste.
"Ugh!" Lemy ran to the sink and spit out the disgusting paste before inspecting the label with a grimace. Had it gone bad? Well, no… had Lemy taken a closer look, he may have noticed the prominent cinnamon sticks adorning the packaging. Rather than ordinary applesauce, he had grabbed one of Bobby's cinnamon ones. Lemy groaned and set it down on the counter before checking the refrigerator again, but no luck… the cinnamon variety was all that was left. Unsurprising, as far as he was concerned. "Well, not eating this…" He grumbled as he walked to the trash can. As hungry as he was, the boy utterly detested cinnamon. With a sigh, he stepped on the pedal to flip open the garbage can lid.
"AHEM." Lemy froze in place, the applesauce cup dangling precariously from his outstretched hand. To his horror, none other than Ronnie Anne was standing in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and eyes locked on him in a fierce glare.
"...Oh. H-hey, Ronnie…" He said, straightening up and forcing an unconvincing grin. "Uh… how's it going…?"
"Just what were you doing, Lemy?" Ronnie asked in a harsh, accusatory tone.
"I-I, um…" The boy stammered. "I didn't know it was cinnamon, so-"
"And?"
"I hate cinnamon. Like… a lot." Lemy said. Ronnie clicked her tongue in irritation and strode up to him, snatching the cup from his hand.
"We do not waste food in this house," She snapped. "You should know better than that." Lemy hung his head, giving a small nod. She wasn't wrong. He did know better, or at least he should have. Ronnie had always been a real stickler for the rules when it came to food and mealtime… no elbows on the table, everyone had to clear their plates, etc. The sort of things that were considered normal for most families, but almost alien to the spoiled young metalhead. Back when he was living on the road with his mother, rules had been few and far between. Well… aside from those set by Lyra, but since when had he listened to her?
"...I'm sorry," Lemy said apologetically. Ronnie narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips as she studied her stepson.
"If you're really sorry," She began, offering the boy the opened cup of cinnamon applesauce. "You'll eat the rest of this. In front of me… no trying to dump it out in the sink or anything like that. Trust me, I know all the tricks." Lemy stared at the cup with a furrowed brow and a grimace adorning his face.
"Er, right…" Lemy grumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Look, couldn't you just chancla me or something…?" Ronnie cocked an eyebrow; she'd never heard someone request la chancla before, let alone prefer that over such a simple task. Clearly, he hadn't been exaggerating regarding his hatred of cinnamon. Nonetheless, she shook her head.
"Yeah, no. Like I said, no wasting food." She stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now, get to it." Lemy let out a defeated groan, but didn't protest further… chances were she'd give him both punishments before she'd concede. He reluctantly accepted the 'treat' and picked up his spoon.
"Well… bon appétit, I guess." With a shaky hand, he took a spoonful of applesauce and brought it to his mouth. He practically gagged and it took a concentrated effort not to spit the vile mush back out. Ronnie couldn't help but snicker into her palm at the boy's disgusted reaction. She almost felt bad for the kid. In the past she'd been unfair towards her stepson, thinking him to be a bad influence on Bobby. But since then she'd come to understand that while rough around the edges, Lemy was a good kid, and a great friend to her son. She liked him, but he was just too coddled for his own good… he needed discipline.
Still… perhaps she could have some fun with this.
During the family's last beach day, Lemy had kept sneaking glances in her direction whenever he had the chance… though she could hardly blame him, that bikini hadn't really left much to the imagination. Rather than being mad, she couldn't help but feel flattered by the attention. She'd even started intentionally flaunting her figure around the boy just to garner a reaction from him; it was cute, seeing him get all flustered like that, and strangely satisfying knowing that she'd given her stepson something to think about that night.
Perhaps she had more in common with her sisters-in-law than she cared to admit.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Sheesh," She huffed as she grabbed the cup out of his hand. "Such a drama queen…" Lemy let out a sigh of relief, but as he tried to leave she grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Hold on there, buster. You're not going anywhere. You're still finishing this."
"But-" Lemy yelped in surprise as Ronnie dragged him out to the living room with a devious smirk adorning her face. She gently shoved the boy onto the couch before sitting down beside him; Lemy pushed himself up onto his knees before staring at his stepmother in confusion. "Why'd you bring me out here?"
"More comfortable," She said casually as she leaned back against the soft cushions. Lemy was about to ask her something else, only to immediately clam up as the woman slowly began lifting her shirt. Inch by inch her well-toned stomach was exposed to him, stopping just above her breasts. She chuckled under her breath at the boy's mesmerized state, eyes locked firmly on her midriff and a light blush coloring his cheeks. Then, to his surprise, she dumped nearly two-thirds of the applesauce cup onto her stomach, shuddering from the cool sensation. "Alright, Lemy," She said in a husky, inviting tone. "Get to it." Lemy blinked in confusion, his stepmother's words taking a few moments to register in his head. Finally, he managed to tear his eyes away from her stomach and meet her sultry gaze.
"...Huh?"
"Get to it," She repeated, gesturing towards the spreading heap of applesauce.. "If you really hate cinnamon that much, maybe sweetening the deal will help." Lemy's eyes lingered on hers for a moment before returning to the mess on her belly. To say he was conflicted would be an understatement. On one hand Ronnie was a gorgeous woman, and normally he'd never hesitate on something like this. But on the other hand, she was the mom of his half-brother and best friend. Surely that must go against the bro code, or something.
And, worst of all: cinnamon applesauce. Ew.
"Lemy." The boy glanced up again, finding Ronnie looking down at him with narrowed, threatening eyes. "We don't waste food. So unless you'd rather suck it out of the upholstery, you'd better get to work."
"Y-yes ma'am…!" Lemy stammered; it didn't seem he had much of a choice in the matter. He furrowed his brow, lowering himself towards the woman's enticing midriff and the far-less-savory snack topping it. It was starting to spread and, if he didn't hurry, would certainly drip down onto the couch. So Lemy took a deep breath to calm himself, then extended his tongue and took a tentative lick of the applesauce, earning him a faint gasp from Ronnie. Lemy grimaced at the taste, but nonetheless pressed on. The young metalhead lapped at his stepmother's belly and he found the foul taste gradually fading as he cleared away the applesauce. It wasn't just due to having less of the slop to deal with, either… each lick was rewarded with the pleasant, slightly salty taste of Ronnie's skin, not to mention small gasps and moans of pleasure from the woman herself. Ronnie was panting, her entire body beginning to heat up from the sensation of her stepson's tongue dancing across her stomach. It felt better than she'd expected, to say the least. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his tongue traced around her navel before dipping inside to gather up a bit of applesauce. She wasn't sure if he was making this feel so good on purpose, or if it was just her body's natural response to this sort of stimulus… in either case, all too soon it was over and Lemy pulled away, wiping his mouth on his forearm.
"A-alright… there. It's gone." Lemy awkwardly mumbled. He looked no less flustered than Ronnie did, and couldn't seem to force himself to make eye contact; he merely looked away and coughed into his fist. "S-so… that, uh… that's it, then…?" Ronnie smirked. She could pick up a hopeful note to his voice, and lucky for him…
"Nope. Still a bit left," She said, raising the cup to show him. Rather than disappointed, she could swear that Lemy looked almost excited… and, if she were to be completely honest, so was she. "So… how do you want it?" She teased, wiggling the cup for emphasis. Lemy was staring at her with wide eyes, unsure of exactly how he should respond. In all honesty, she found it adorable. "The same thing, or… something better…?"
"...Um." Lemy had no idea what 'something better' meant, exactly… but he wasn't about to turn down an offer like that. "Yeah. Th-that one." Ronnie chuckled and, to his confusion, handed him the cup.
"Hold this real quick…" She muttered; his momentary disappointment faded in an instant as she lowered her hands to her waistline and unbuttoned her jeans. She slid the garment down along with her panties, exposing her well-groomed slit and mocha-colored thighs. Lemy tensed up at the sight, feeling his pants grow tighter and shifting uncomfortably in place. Ronnie smirked as she glanced down at the bulge in the boy's jeans. He was a grower, that was for sure… but that was for later. Right now, she had other plans. She shook her pants off of her leg and took the cup from her stepson, taking a sharp intake of air as she poured the remainder of the cold applesauce over her enticing mound. "Now… go on. It's rude to keep a girl waiting," She said with a seductive wink.
This time, Lemy didn't need to be told twice. He practically scrambled to the floor, kneeling before her parted legs and staring in awe at the sight before him. This was far from his first rodeo, but he couldn't recall the last time a woman's body had enticed him so much… her natural fragrance mixed with the admittedly enjoyable scent of cinnamon-apple and he could feel his mouth beginning to water. Without further ado, he gently grasped the woman's thighs and dipped his tongue into her awaiting pussy. Ronnie cried out, arching her back as Lemy lapped at her sweet nectar. Her womanhood completely overpowered the taste of the applesauce, to the point where Lemy almost forgot it was there at all… he was far too focused on the task at hand to care about much else, after all. He slid his tongue in, then out, tasting every inch of her inner walls; Ronnie was panting heavily and gripping the seat cushions so tightly that she swore she was going to damage them.
"O-oh fffuck…!" Ronnie hissed. She'd never expected such a young boy to be so skilled, and she could feel herself getting close. But, as good as he was, she still found herself teetering right at the edge… she needed more. With a savage growl she threw her legs around Lemy's neck and pulled the boy's face all the way into her crotch. Lemy let out a muffled cry and struggled briefly, but he quickly got the message; he gripped the woman's soft thighs and buried his tongue as deep into her as he could. Ronnie practically screamed in pleasure, bucking her hips against her stepson's face as he tasted every inch of her his tongue could reach. "¡Ay, si!" She gasped. "¡Se siente tan bien! ¡E-estoy acabando...!" With a final cry of ecstasy she arched her back and came hard, coating the boy's face in her juices. Lemy didn't ease up for a second, his tongue only delving deeper into her folds as she climaxed. Only when she finally fell back against the couch did Lemy pull away with a gasp. Both parties remained there, panting for air and bodies slick with sweat, for what felt like several minutes... it was Ronnie who finally broke the silence with a low chuckle. "Not bad, Lem'..." She muttered. "For a kid, anyway." Lemy gave a weak laugh in response. "And hey… you finished all the applesauce." Ronnie raised the empty cup to show him, giving it a little shake.
"Y-yeah… cinnamon's actually kinda awesome, y'know…?" He said with a goofy, dazed grin. Ronnie simply rolled her eyes before leaning forward and grabbing the front of the boy's shirt. Lemy yelped as he was pulled up into a deep kiss; Ronnie thrust her tongue into his mouth, entwining it with his and tasting her own lingering juices. She could feel her stepson's bulge pressing against her wet slit. Even through his jeans, she could tell he was big… absurdly so, for a boy his age. As they broke away from the kiss, even he could see the lust in her eyes.
"So… I'd say you deserve a little reward, wouldn't you…?" Lemy swallowed and gave an excited, if slightly nervous, nod in response. "Get those off, then." Lemy grinned excitedly and began to fumble with his belt, to Ronnie's amusement… the young boy was in such a rush that even getting his pants off was proving difficult. But the second his stepmother laid eyes upon his cock, she knew it was worth the wait. He was huge, with a prominent curve that only further excited the horny woman. She licked her lips and looked up at Lemy with an inviting smirk. "Come on, kiddo…" She said, beckoning him with her finger. "Show me what you got."
"Oh, I'll show ya…" Lemy huffed, gripping his cock to line it up with Ronnie's awaiting pussy. Ronnie bit her lip as the boy's crown parted her awaiting lips and let out a long moan as he eased himself into her; he wasn't as big as his father, but damn did he feel amazing. That said... he was moving far too slow for the experienced woman's liking.
"I said," Ronnie hiss, wrapping her legs around his waist, "Show me what you got." Lemy gasped and Ronnie cried out in pleasure as she pulled him in all at once. As he hilted within her she could feel the head pressing against her cervix, as if trying to push its way past. She loosened her legs and Lemy seemed to get the idea; he pulled back slightly, letting out a shuddering breath as his stepmother's hot, wet walls gripped his shaft, then pushed back in. Ronnie moaned, shutting her eyes and leaning back to let the boy do his thing. For a mother of two, Lemy was surprised by just how tight she was… though the devious smirk on her face told him she was clamping down purposefully, as if testing him.
"Fffuck…"
"Ahem. Language, Lemy…" The woman playfully warned. Her stepson's breaths grew heavier as he pumped in and out of her wet passage. It was clear that this wasn't his first time, but there was a clumsiness to his technique that Ronnie couldn't help but find charming… even as the young boy's expression grew delirious and sweat dripped from his exhausted face he just kept thrusting, eagerly pounding away at her with all the energy he could muster. His legs turned to jelly and his feet kept slipping on the carpet, and as he slumped forward Ronnie hugged him to her chest to keep him from falling. "Don't… mmm… s-stop now…" She gasped, wearing a grin of pure pleasure as Lemy kept rutting her. The boy gave a mumbled, unclear response, and with a chuckle Ronnie caught the boy's lips with her own; she slid her tongue past his teeth and he gladly accepted it. Their tongues lashed against one another, and soon Ronnie could feel his cock twitching within her. He pulled away, breaking the sloppy kiss.
"R-Ronnie…!" Lemy whimpered.
"Go on, niñito…" The woman cooed. "Cum for mamá…" Lemy grit his teeth and, with one final thrust, buried himself as deep inside her as he could. He let out a strangled cry as his member swelled, then unloaded a geyser of cum into Ronnie's hungry cunt. "Mmm..! Ay, papi~!" She cried, throwing her head back and pulling the boy tightly against her as her own climax hit. Their bodies twitched and spasmed together, both letting out grunts and gasps of release as they came together, the woman's strong pelvic muscles squeezing the boy's cock like a vice. Ronnie and Lemy rode out their orgasms, panting together as ropes of cum assaulted her womb. For once, she was actually grateful that the twins' problematic birth had left her infertile… her stepson was packing her so full that she'd almost certainly have gotten knocked up otherwise. After what felt like an eternity their shared climax subsided, and the woman released her hold on Lemy, letting the exhausted boy slump against her torso. Ronnie chuckled under her breath and gently stroked her stepson's hair. "Mm hm hm… you did good, kid."
"Y-yeah…" The boy let out a quiet, delirious laugh. "You too…" With a grunt of effort he managed to push himself up, carefully pulling out of the woman so nothing would spill; to his surprise, however, little more than a small trickle escaped her. She was keeping her muscles tight to keep her stepson's load within her. Ronnie reached down and collected the dripping cum with her finger, then brought it to her lips and sucked it clean with an exaggerated moan of satisfaction. Lemy bit his lip, feeling his cock twitch again at the sight. Ronnie noticed, of course, and shot the boy a knowing smirk.
"Ready for round two~?" The boy's eyes went wide at her offer and he took a step back with a nervous, forced laugh.
"R-round two…? I-I mean, can't we at least take a brea-" Lemy let out a yelp as his stepmother suddenly gave him a shove, pushing him to the ground with a thud. He winced and pushed himself up, shooting the woman an irritated glare. "Hey!" He snapped. "What's the big… idea…" Lemy's hardened expression faded as his stepmother stood over him, that perfect body towering overhead like some sort of goddess. She stared down at him with a lusty grin and before he could get another word out, the woman lowered herself to straddle his waist. It was now that he noticed his cock had stiffened up again despite his soreness as his crown nestled against his stepmother's awaiting slit.
"Word of advice, Lem'..." She said in a smooth, sultry voice that made the boy shudder; her hands were planted on the boy's chest, stroking his torso and sliding up his sweat-soaked shirt to dance along his bare skin. "You're never done until your woman says you're done." Lemy swallowed nervously as she leaned down, her lips inches from his ear. "So buckle up, niñito," She snarled. "And let me show you how a latina fucks." With that, she nipped his earlobe before reeling back and thrusting her hips down, taking in his boyhood with ease. "Mmm~!" She moaned, arching her back as she began to bounce on her stepson's cock, riding the young boy like a stallion. Lemy squirmed beneath her, making strange hoarse gasps as Ronnie had her way with him. Admittedly it was slightly painful, his member still sore from the thorough plowing he'd given her just a few minutes earlier… but he stood at full mast regardless, his body giving in to the woman's desire to milk him of everything he had. Thankfully she was still full of cum, providing some lubrication to make things easier for the poor boy. In any case, it was pretty clear that she had no intention of letting him go.
The air was thick with the smell of sex, moans of ecstacy and the sound of sweat-slick flesh slapping flesh. Lemy opened his eyes to see the breathtaking sight of his stepmother riding him hard, her breasts bouncing enticingly. He reached out to grasp the woman's hips, but she was having none of it… she grabbed him by the wrists and pinned his arms to the floor, earning her a hiss of frustration from the headstrong boy. She simply chuckled and looked down at him with a domineering gaze, sending him a very clear message: she was in control here, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. She didn't let up for a moment and in fact seemed to be growing more intense by the second until she was essentially slamming her hips down on the poor boy. Tears were forming in the corners of Lemy's eyes and he grit his teeth in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the powerful woman gave his pelvis the beating of a lifetime. He wondered if this is what his father had to deal with on a regular basis… quite frankly, he wasn't sure if he pitied or envied his old man for that.
...Though he was certainly leaning towards 'envy' at the moment.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum…" Ronnie hissed, slowing for a moment and gyrating her hips. "How about you, niñito…? You ready to fill mamá up again~?" Lemy could only give a weak, delirious nod, nothing more than a faint wheeze escaping his lips when he tried to speak. "Good boy…" With that she began rolling her hips harder, Lemy's discomfort fading to pure pleasure as her folds massaged his aching shaft. He could feel her womanhood engulfing him, squeezing him in an attempt to coax out the hot seed it was craving; he attempted to buck his own hips, but Ronnie had him completely pinned and at her mercy. She bit her lip, panting as she rolled her hips faster and faster, feeling him swelling within her. She was close, and she knew he was too. Just one final push, and they'd both-
"...I'm not fat, Lyle!" Lemy and Ronnie's eyes snapped wide open, glancing towards the front door as it opened; in stepped none other than a very disgruntled Bobby, Lyle following not far behind. "I-I'm just… just a bit chubby!"
"Chubby's still fat, Bobby." Lyle countered. "I'm only looking out for you, you know…"
"W-well how come you never get on Liena's… case…" Bobby trailed off, staring at the scene before him with wide, horrified eyes. Lyle followed his gaze to find his nearly-nude brother lying on the floor, cock buried to the hilt in his completely nude mother. "...A-ah… w-w-wha…"
"...O-oh dios mio…" Ronnie stammered. "I-I… Bobby, this isn't… aaaahn…!" As if on cue Ronnie felt a sudden surge of heat in her belly, the boy beneath groaning and going rigid as he blew his load inside her for the second time that day. Ronnie threw her head back as her own climax hit like a truck, her cervix sucking up every drop of the boy's cum that it could before overflowing and gushing out onto Lemy's stomach. As their orgasms subsided, the sobering reality of the situation came back in an instant and Ronnie could only stare at her son in silence, struggling to find the right words to explain herself.
As if there were any.
"Uh… h-hey, guys…" Lemy sputtered in a trembling voice, licking his teeth and forcing an unconvincing grin. "Er… welcome home…?" His brothers simply remained frozen in place, barely able to process what they were looking at. Finally, Bobby's eyes rolled back and he passed out, falling to the ground with a THUD.
"B-Bobby!" Ronnie gasped; Lyle simply glanced down at his fallen brother before letting out a deep sigh.
"...Right, well. For the record," The effeminate boy scoffed, shooting Lemy a disapproving glare. "My mother is still off limits."
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