Kate was a 37-year-old woman with curves that could make angels weep. Her chubby, jiggly ass and thick, succulent lips were the stuff of wet dreams. She had no morals, no inhibitions, and believed that the path to the divine was paved with the sweet nectar of carnal pleasure. Kate had always been drawn to the occult, spending countless nights poring over ancient texts and conducting arcane rituals in the dimly lit basement of her modern house.
Her son, Jake, was a 19-year-old with a rebellious streak and a thirst for knowledge that matched his mother's. He had recently stumbled upon Kate's occult library and found himself captivated by the dark, forbidden knowledge it contained. Together, they began to explore the mysteries of the occult, their bond growing stronger with each ritual they
