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To think that she would ever debase herself like this…
Doing something that no mother should ever, ever be doing…
And yet… Yor couldn’t stop.
Indeed, the sensation was so pleasurable that stopping seemed downright impossible. She’d felt nothing like this before; not even with Loid…
But the pleasure was so paramount that she started
drooling
as she sniffed and snorted her daughter’s massive cock, sneaking peeks at Anya to find her adopted daughter smiling smugly down at mother dearest.
And to think that Anya was hiding something remarkable like this… it would boggle anyone’s mind, let alone Yor’s tainted, lust-addled one.
“It feels so good, mama… please don’t stop, okay?”
Yor gulped, nodded, and proceeded to flick her tongue against her daughter’s thick and mighty cock, listening to her daughter’s sweet voice as it echoed through her mind. She never once imagined she would ever do something like this—something so depraved that it would make anyone else wince and scowl with disgust…
And while Yor had learned quite a bit about sex and desire—especially since establishing a family with Loid—she knew this was wrong on a fundamental level. She knew mothers didn’t typically do this sort of thing with their daughters.
And, of course…
She knew better; that adults should never do this sort of thing with children…
But if it’s supposed to be so bad,
thought Yor,
then why does it feel so good…?
So… intimate…?
Anya, her pink-haired adopted daughter, placed her little hand over Yor’s head and guided her even further downward, making her adoptive mother got a good whiff of her massive sack—balls that churned with her virile, potent seed.
“Take a good, long whiff, mama… they’re so full… soooo full…!”
And Yor did exactly as her little daughter told her, practically pressing her nose against Anya’s hefty ball sack. She felt as though she could get high off the smell, and a shiver ran up her spine while she indulged in the debauchery before her.
“Do you wanna help me cum again, mama? Huh? Can you, please…?”
Yor was helpless but to obey her adopted daughter. She felt an intense longing deep in her core, and in her privates, as Anya slapped her enormous cock against her adoptive mother’s face. Yor hadn’t realized just how much she’d been salivating—from both pairs of lips to boot.
“Mama will help you, sweetie,” Yor said. “Mama will… help you… now and forever…”
What Loid didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. As Yor wrapped both her hands around Anya’s turgid cock, that was all that she could think of. How far she’d sunken, and how much further she had to go before she reached the depths of hell.
* * *
ONE DAY EARLIER…
But before Yor had to worry about any of that, she had to say goodbye to Loid.
“A business trip?” she asked, frowning at the prospect of having the home all to herself. She couldn’t deny that she would miss her husband with all her heart, and she wondered if she would be able to go on without him.
After all, this was a rather sudden venture. Yor had gotten rather used to married life; she’d gotten comfortable playing the role of Loid’s woman and Anya’s daughter, even if their lives could sometimes be far more eventful than either of them wanted.
Loid remained stoic in the face of Yor’s uncertainty, giving only a single nod to indicate that, yes, he was going to go away for a while.
“How long is a while?” Yor asked him, and it was the first time that Loid detected a hint of disappointment in her tone. Of course, she didn’t want him to go. Of course she wanted him right here, with her and Anya, being the father to their new daughter, and being a remarkable husband all the while.
To that end, Loid finally allowed himself to frown, and his shoulders sagged as he sighed with uncertainty clear in his tone. “A week and some change,” he told her. “Nothing more than that. Can you handle things without me for just a week?”
Yor frowned and fidgeted beneath the man’s gaze. She knew she could make it one week without him—sure. Hadn’t she been doing that before they met?
So… this would be… a piece of cake…
“You’re sniffling,” Loid told her.
“I am not sniffling!” Yor shot back defensively—though she was unprepared for when Loid came forward and wrapped her up in a big and fluffy hug. She clung to him defensively and possessively, almost like she was afraid he would turn into smoke in her arms. He squeezed back just as hard, letting Yor sink against his toned body and relishing the way he held her oh so tightly.
She kept her face against his neck, humming as she just breathed him all in. As she just relished his scent in her nostrils; his cologne that made her feel protected just as it turned her on. Quite a few things about Loid turned her on, of course, and she loved to let him know it any chance they had, whenever they were alone.
That was the reason she whimpered quietly in his embrace; why she nipped his neck with a charming little love bite—her nonverbal way of telling her husband what she wanted from him.
Loid chuckled as he heard the sound escape Yor’s precious mouth, and he reciprocated by taking her by the hand and leading her into the bedroom.
What followed was much the same manner of intimacy that always did. Loid and Yor undressed as they went about doing just the thing that a husband and wife were wont to do, and it was once their clothes were out of the way that Yor fell to her knees in front of Loid—who sat spread-legged on the end of the bed—and she took his cock into her mouth, moaning as she felt him spread her mouth with his girth.
So thick… ah, I’m going to miss this, Loid…
Loid put his hand on the back of Yor’s head, and he tipped his head back with a long and throaty groan as his wife serviced him with that magical mouth of hers. Loid could hardly believe the pleasure she could provide for him with just her lips and tongue. He almost wanted to forgo the mission to keep his hands all over Yor all week.
Unfortunately, duty called.
Loid smirked as he pumped his hips back and forth, up and down, over and over again while Yor orally serviced him, prompting him to groan with arousal as he watched her swallow his dick like some hungry predator, catching sight of the gleam in that naughty gaze of hers.
“Just like that,” he moaned. “You know I love that mouth of yours…”
Yor smiled with her mouth full as she withstood Loid’s thrusting, her eyes going half closed and heavy with lust while she felt him twitch and throb against that tongue of hers—the hot and wet tongue she used to slather the man’s rod in saliva, to get him nice and glistening before she took it back down her throat again and again.
She could already taste his pre-cum; could feel it running down her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down, getting more and more turned on from the sound of her throating; the wet sounds that always came with giving Loid a blowjob.
He groaned with pleasure once more, keeping his hand on the back of Yor’s head while he watched her with a knowing smile on his face, admiring how diligent she could be when she pleased him like this.
“Good girl,” he groaned, and Yor felt a shiver run up her spine at the praise. She bumped her head against Loid’s hand and moaned with her mouth full, taking him all the way down the back of her throat while screwing her eyes shut in concentration. Then she nuzzled her nose against Loid’s golden pubes, tickling her nose with the curly hairs on his crotch…
They did not know that Anya was watching them.
Their little sweetheart—the one they’d adopted—watched her parents have their fun with rapt attention. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she caught sight of the way that Yor sucked Loid’s cock, bobbing her head up and down like that, making erotic sucking noises with her face looking different from how Anya had ever seen it.
This was a lewd expression—and she wanted to see more. Anya wanted to see more of her parents going at it hungrily, and with reckless abandon. The same lips that Yor used to kiss Anya goodnight were now kissing her father’s crotch, with her nose buried in his pubes and her eyes half-closed as though heavy with lust.
She gulped, and she stayed put. The last thing she wanted to do was let her parents know she was there, but even remaining motionless took a remarkable deal of fortitude—especially with her massive cock straining the inside of her pajama pants…
Hah… Mama… you’re being… so lewd…
Anya touched her cock with both hands, rubbing up and down the length of her enormous penis—the one she’d kept hidden from her parents all this time. Such a protrusion only ever came out when she wanted it to, and most typically when she was exceptionally horny. Like now, Anya bit her lip to suppress a moan as she stroked her cock back and forth, feeling it twitch beneath her babyish fingers while she stared at her mommy sucking her daddy’s cock.
Loid threw his head back with another groan as he held her head down, forcing all of his cock down Yor’s throat to hear her gag and moan. Meanwhile, Yor was so aroused that she began touching herself, keeping her hand between her naked thighs so that she could finger herself and further steep herself in the lust she felt with her darling Loid.
Anya gulped again as she continued to rub her cock, hidden behind the door and peeking through its keyhole to watch her parents indulge in their own gorgeous bodies. She knew her father was going away on business, and she would stay at home with only her mother for an entire week. She’d rarely thought of Yor in a sexual light before today, and yet…
Mama’s mouth… I wonder what it would feel like… wrapped around my thing…
She released a quiet sigh that, fortunately, her parents didn’t hear. Anya continued to masturbate just behind the door, watching her enormous cock drip pre-cum onto the floor like a faucet that had been left on by mistake. Her penis was large enough that she could reach down and give it a kiss, and even pop the head into her mouth with ease. It was one thing for her to suck herself off, but feeling her mother’s lips wrapped around the head of her dick? She could think of no greater love—no better pleasure—than that.
Yor was picking up the pace now, and Loid’s groans had increased in tempo to match. It didn’t take long for Loid to put both hands on Yor’s cheeks to fuck her throat in earnest, pumping his hips up and down much faster than he was before, his balls smacking his woman’s chin and sending a wet slapping sound echoing throughout the room.
Yor whimpered and moaned lewdly as Loid more or less tried to remodel her throat, his groans and moans devolving into growls of pleasure while he put Yor through her paces. Meanwhile, Anya couldn’t remember the last time she saw something so deliciously filthy. To see Loid using Yor like this… it filled her with an immense sense of want and need; she felt jealous, like her mother was being taken from her, in a manner that had never once entered her head before.
She could no longer wait to be alone with her mother. She needed this same kind of treatment—no matter what it took to get it.
And that was the notion that entered her head as soon as Loid groaned and let himself go, pumping a torrent of hot and creamy spunk straight down Yor’s throat. Even through the peephole, Anya could see her mother’s throat bulge and swell with every bit of cum that her father shot down her mother’s neck, giving the black-haired woman a nasty throatpie if ever there was one. Even when Loid pulled Yor off his cock, she seemed cum-drunk; her eyes were glazed over, and she flashed a cum-stained smile while she begged for more; begged to be dominated by him.
And that was how Anya learned just how submissive her mother could be. Even as Loid ordered for Yor to come up onto the bed and get on her hands and knees in front of him (which she did, and she wiggled her ass for good measure), Anya couldn’t help but think of how remarkable it would be if she got her mother to do the same for her.
And she swore to herself right then and there that she would indulge in every pleasure her mother’s body had to offer—before daddy dearest came back from his trip.
* * *
It was just a day later—when Loid was already gone—that Yor felt listless.
She felt strange not feeling Loid’s presence in the house. Her abilities as a spy meant she could sense him no matter what room he was in, and simply knowing he was around brought her immense comfort whenever she found herself feeling low.
Now that presence was gone—because Loid was gone.
It was just her and Anya now. Yor was more than happy to spend more time with her adopted daughter. In fact, she was looking forward to watching a movie with her on this very evening to help get her mind off Loid. Anya had been even quieter than usual, which Yor chalked up to the girl simply missing her father.
But Anya had been gone for quite some time now, and the popcorn was going to get cold if the little one didn’t come back from her bathroom break. Yor raised an eyebrow as she checked the wall clock, then sighed as she made her way to the bathroom door and knocked on it with her knuckle. “Anya, sweetie?” she asked. “Are you in there? Is everything okay, Anya?”
No response.
Yor’s other eyebrow shot up, further stressing her look of surprise. “Anya?” she asked. “Anya, are you okay?”
Once again, no response.
Yor felt a twinge of worry pass through her frame, and her mind instantly went to the worst plausible scenario. For an assassin such as herself, it meant a vivid imagination spurred her to grip the doorknob and throw open the door without a second thought, half-expecting to find her little daughter lying motionless on the floor.
But instead, Anya was sitting on the toilet…
…with her
massive swollen cock
pointing up at the ceiling as the little girl stroked her not-so-little dick, gliding her babyish hands up and down the length of her tremendous meat.
Naturally, Yor gasped. She gasped, and she staggered backwards, hitting the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. Her surprise was more palpable now than it’s ever been, and she could hardly believe what she was looking at.
“A-Anya!” Yor exclaimed. “W-What is that?!”
Anya smiled for a moment—but only for a moment. She could tell from the crinkle of her mother’s nose that she was smelling the musk that was wafting from her crotch, and it wouldn’t be long before it worked its magic.
“It’s too big, Mama,” Anya complained. “I need your help, please…”
“M-My help? W-What? When did you g-get something like that?!”
Yor couldn’t take her eyes off it. She’d never seen a cock so humongous before, let alone on her own daughter’s naked crotch. It was clear now that Anya had taken this long in the bathroom because she was masturbating—no two ways about it.
The question is what she was masturbating to. The little one didn’t have a phone in her hand, nor any magazines in her lap. Her cock was far too large to accommodate such a thing, and the poor girl needed both hands to get herself off.
And yet…
Somehow, Yor could tell that Anya was masturbating to her mama. Perhaps it was the way Anya was staring at her right now, ogling mommy’s breasts as they were cradled by her loungewear.
Yor began thinking naughty thoughts. Thoughts that Anya had no qualms with reading, and thoughts that helped to get Anya even more hot and bothered as she stared at her mama’s breasts through her top, thankful that mama hadn’t worn a bra today.
“I need help,” Anya whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears. “P-Please, mama… I need your help…”
Yor gulped. She didn’t want to put her hands on her daughter like this… right?
It was something that people just weren’t supposed to do. Even she knew that.
And yet… the smell of Anya’s cock had invaded her nostrils and turned her on like nothing else. The musk was so much stronger than Loid’s that it was absurd. Loid never smelled this good…
The realization had her weak in the knees, and she gulped with worry as she stared at Anya’s cock. It was as if the little girl’s package had some kind of hypnotic effect on her, and she was salivating from both pairs of lips while thinking of all the filthy and vile things she could do with Anya—without getting caught by Loid.
She didn’t know that Anya could read her thoughts, nor did she know that Anya also wanted all of those things. If she was going to get Mama playing with her body, then she just needed to use more of that childish convincing…
“Please… Mama… it hurts!” Anya whined, batting her eyelashes at mother dearest. “Won’t you please help me…?”
Yor gulped again, and her eyes darted from left to right.
Of course, except for their dog, Bond, there was no one else in the house. It was just Yor and her daughter, Anya, who had a cock that was easily three times bigger than her father’s. Yor’s eyes once again locked on the incredible rod of meat that pulsed between her daughter’s legs, and she found herself wanting.
“Okay sweetie,” Yor said shakily, “I’ll, um, help you, okay? But only if you don’t tell your father about this—okay?”
Anya grinned wickedly, feeling a surge of excitement run through her compact frame—as well as her cock, which seemed to throb with joy. “Okay, Mama… I won’t tell anyone…”
* * *
To think that she would ever debase herself like this…
Doing something that no mother should ever, ever be doing…
And yet… Yor couldn’t stop…
She cursed herself for being so submissive deep down, so submissive that even her own daughter could use her for pleasure like this. Or perhaps she ought to curse the musky stench that wafted from Anya’s twitching, throbbing cock—the smell that turned her on immensely and had her salivating with desire.
Even now, while tending to Anya’s thick and meaty cock, Yor felt as though she had no choice but to press her nose up against her daughter’s enormous package, her eyes hazy with lust as she snorted that pungent odor that practically wrapped around her brain.
They’d moved from the bathroom to Anya’s bedroom, under the pretense that Yor was going to help her little one get ready for bed. However, even Anya, who could read minds, knew that Yor was only kidding herself. It didn’t take long before her mother began kissing and licking up the length of her elephant trunk-sized cock, leaving little smears of lipstick all over her daughter’s giant shaft.
“Mama,” Anya moaned, “your lipstick looks really good there…”
“Hush now, Anya,” Yor whispered gently, biting her lip. “Let Mama help you relax before bed, okay? You’re so pent-up for Mama…”
Yor couldn’t believe the words that were just tumbling out of her mouth, though she could barely focus on anything more than how deliciously erotic it was to play with her own daughter like this. She needed to use both hands to jerk her off, and she did so with nary a care. It was fortunate she stumbled onto this cock when she did. Even just one day into Loid’s business trip, and Yor was already pent up and needing to be dicked down.
Although she had second thoughts about whether or not this
thing
would even fit inside of her, there would be no harm in trying.
“And remember,” said Yor, “don’t tell about this to anyone…”
Anya beamed with pride, glad to have a special secret she could share with no one else but Mama. “I promise!”
“Good girl…”
Anya’s cock throbbed again while she bit her lip to suppress a moan, and she tried to copy what she saw her father do by holding Yor by the head before she started thrusting toward her mouth, but the size difference between them made it awkward and almost impossible or Anya to do just that. Perhaps if her Mama was kneeling in front of her?
It would have to wait. Yor was lost in her own little world, peppering her daughter’s humongous cock with long and loving kisses; wet smooches and lipstick kiss marks. She found herself turned on by all the kisses she was leaving all over Anya’s thick, gargantuan cock, admiring the way her daughter’s shaft looked as it pulsed against her lips. Such a ridiculously turgid organ; she hadn’t the slightest clue how this thing was supposed to fit down her mouth and throat.
Meanwhile, Anya was content to keep her hand on her mother’s head, forcing her down to part her lips and take it past her lips. For a dick as mighty as this one, Anya was liable to shove it all the way down to mama’s lungs, though it would doubtless be a spine-tingling, toe-curling pleasure.
Anya relaxed in her bed as her mother did her job, pumping the little one’s cock with both hands as she gulped around the head of her shaft. A shudder ran through Anya’s little body as her mother indulged in her daughter’s taste, and Anya realized right then and there that she could never use her hands ever again. Not when she had a mother who was so willing and able to get her off; a nasty slut of a mother who loved being put in her place.
“Take it more,” Anya grumbled, scowling down at her mother and giving Yor further surprise. She never heard Anya speak that way before; never heard her little one demand something like this. “I want to feel even better, Mama. Take it down your throat, please… come on, already…”
“A-Anya, dear,” Yor tried, smiling nervously. “I—hrrk!”
Yor’s eyes went wide as her throat was suddenly full of dick. She hadn’t expected Anya to shove her downward like she did, nor did she expect her little one’s grasp to strengthen as it did. Not even Loid was this assertive from the jump, though Yor’s eyes drifted halfway shut as Anya began pumping her hips up and down, back and forth, over and over again.
Yor was leaning over Anya’s bed at this very moment, looming above her daughter and feeling Anya’s tiny, stubby fingers rake through her long, dark locks of hair. Yor’s pussy throbbed as she felt her daughter’s aggressiveness take hold. She knew very well how assertive horny men could be when they put their hands on her, but to think that Anya would be the same way… this was some remarkable daughter she had!
Minutes later, Yor was lying in her daughter’s bed, with her head buried in her daughter’s crotch. Her throat was full of thick and throbbing cock meat, and the taste and smell of her daughter’s cock got her head spinning from how wondrous it all was. She was surprised by Anya’s frantic, feverish thrusts; how confident she was in the way she moved her petite body.
It’s only been a day,
Yor thought, hating herself for being so weak when it came to cock.
I thought I could control myself, but…
Anya snickered—almost as if she could read her mama’s thoughts. “Keep going!” she said, thrusting her enormous throbbing cock just halfway down Yor’s throat.
Yor’s eyes went wide as the weight of her daughter’s dick weighed her tongue down to the floor of her mouth, and her eyes went wide and pricked with tears while her little one continued to put her in her place.
Is she really as innocent as she seems?!
Yor thought suddenly, wondering just where in the world her precious little daughter had learned to act like this.
But once again, Anya replied though she was privy to what her slut of a mother was thinking. “It hurts,” Anya complained. “It’s so heavy, Mama… I n-need you to be faster, okay? Pretty please?”
Yor nodded as best she could with her throat halfway full of meat. She didn’t need to bob her head up and down over Anya’s crotch—not with the way Anya held her head and forced her down with every upward pump of her hips, stretching her mother’s lips and groaning as she pushed the tip of her cock deeper past her doting mother’s neck.
Until Yor was forced to retch.
She pushed herself back by shoving Anya’s thighs, practically shoving the salami log out of her mouth in one fell swoop. Yor sniffled and coughed; she was red in the face and tearing up from the exertion required here. This was certainly the largest cock she ever had to handle—for a mission or otherwise. She just wasn’t used to a size like this.
But Anya whimpered as soon as her cock left her mother’s throat again, and it was just a second later that Anya growled and slapped her thick, twitching dick against her mother’s face. “No fair, Mama,” said little Anya. “I’m not finished…!”
Yor coughed again, trying her best to smile while her lungs burned and her cheeks were flushed red, wet with some of her tears. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” Yor said. “Mama’s trying her best, so please don’t cry, and—!”
But Anya was not crying. No, if anything, it was Yor who was on the verge of tears. Her daughter turned up her nose as she ground her cock against her mother’s face, and Yor sighed with resignation as she went back to fellating that beast of a dick. For the next few minutes, the room was filled with the sound of Yor’s frantic sucking; her wet slurps and kisses against her daughter’s giant
futa
cock. She could also hear the sound of Anya’s panting and moaning, as though she’d never felt something quite so wonderful before.
Just endure it… you can endure anything,
she told herself. Although, she was still unsure if she could endure her throat being practically remodeled like this. She supposed the silver lining was that at least Anya didn’t bury the
entire
thing down her throat.
“Mama! Something’s c-coming!” cried Anya. “Something’s coming—!”
And then Anya buried
the entire thing down her mother’s throat.
Once again, Yor’s eyes went wide as all her breathing was sealed at once, and she put her hands on her daughter’s thighs reflexively as her entire world became loli futa cock. She could smell nothing but the overwhelming stench of her daughter’s musky dick and crotch, and she could feel nothing except for a pulsing log of meat that had been wedged in her throat, occupying all the space of her neck and making it bulge grotesquely.
Well, that wasn’t explicitly true. She could also feel her daughter’s fingers in her hair, keeping her nose pressed against her pink, curly pubes. “Take it,” Anya growled. “Swallow all of it, m-mama—!”
Anya reached her orgasm right then and there, blasting thick ropes of hot jizz straight down her mother’s neck and into her stomach. The pleasure was so paramount that Anya’s entire body trembled with lust; her eyes were half-closed and her tongue dangled gleefully from her mouth as she let herself go; as she unloaded a torrent of sticky white cream down mommy’s tender, well-fucked, tight little throat.
A small part of Yor wanted to shove her daughter away one more time, but an even greater, more powerful part of her wanted to endure this for her daughter’s sake.
No… that wasn’t quite it, either. In truth, she couldn’t believe how much pleasure she was feeling at this very moment. Her pussy throbbed and leaked into her panties; she’d never gotten so wet from deep-throating a cock like this before. From being
handled
like this before. Yor loved it, and she couldn’t deny it—nor could she deny how much hotter this was to her because it was her
own daughter
who was raping her throat like this.
“Gah! Hahhh! Ngh—!” Anya grunted and groaned as she wiggled her hips, all the while practically painting Yor’s stomach white with her seed. Not a single drop of that white gunk spilled out mommy dearest’s lips—she was force-fed every ounce of spunk as it splattered down her throat and splashed in her stomach, the base of her throat constricting as she felt her vision finally start to fade.
And she was just seconds away from passing out before Anya finally pulled her hot, wet, sticky, messy cock out of her mother’s well-used throat, resting her turgid, stinking dick on her mother’s face with a long sigh of utmost relief. Anya giggled and relaxed as she sank into her bedsheets, grinning down at the sight of her mother while she coughed, hacked, and wheezed to welcome fresh air into her lungs after what felt like a full few minutes of oral abuse. Yor twitched beneath her daughter’s mighty, dominating cock. Even now, she could feel it leaking on her face and into her dark hair, and she could feel its overpowering weight on top of her face as it practically weighed her down.
Her cheeks were burning bright red with her blushing, and tears had streaked down her face, getting makeup and dark streaks all over her cheeks and chin. Some of Anya’s cum had even trickled out of her nostrils, and she was dizzy with lust; her eyes were hazy, practically empty, as nothing remained in that silly little head of hers, except for the desire to service her own daughter’s
futa
dick—the dick that was so much larger than her husband’s. She wanted to service it now and forever.
“I think I can finally sleep now, Mama,” Anya said with a childish giggle. “Thank you!”
“Y-You’re w-welcome, sweetie,” Yor said, practically drunk on the lust and the cum that had been blasted down her cock sleeve of a throat.
“I love you, Mama,” Anya said, her tone like a sweet melody even as she ground her sticky, stinking cock all over her mother’s makeup-messy face. Almost like she was marking her with her musky cock stench. “I love you sooooo much! Let’s do this again tomorrow!”
“Y-Yes, sweetie…
urp…
no p-problem…~”
* * *
Of course, it was
very much
a problem.
That night, Yor spent hours masturbating before she went to sleep. She wasn’t strictly satisfied with her sex toys—and with Loid gone for the week, there was only so much she could do before she lost control.
The next day, Yor traveled to a convenience store and entered as soon as it opened. The cashier was surprised to see a dozen condom boxes resting on the counter by the time he glanced up, noting Yor’s obvious embarrassment at what she was buying.
But Yor went home thereafter with all those condom boxes, and she was heartbroken when she realized that not a single one fit her daughter’s cock.
Anya suppressed a smug smile as she looked down at the torn condom on her enormous dick. “It’s no use, Mama,” she whimpered. “Nothing fits me…”
Yor gulped. She couldn’t believe this! Not even the largest size in stock was doing the trick—the size that was one-up from Loid’s own. At this rate, Yor figured she had to buy condoms fit for a horse—but her patience was wearing thin.
Maybe if she just pulls out… that’s fine, right? Oh, I’m so disgusting…
Anya giggled just then. “I’ll always love you, Mama. I’ll never think you’re gross for wanting to help me—okay? Ngh… but trying all these balloons on makes my peepee hurt again, Mama. Can you help me, please? I think I need some help again…”
Yor gulped. Yes, she would be an exemplary mother. She would help her daughter once more. No matter what it took.
Minutes later, she was being spanked by her own daughter!
Yor yelped and squeaked whenever Anya’s hand clapped against her ass cheeks. She felt so embarrassed because of how much it turned her on, and she didn’t even think to ask where she’d learned something so heinous.
Anya knew she’d learned it from Loid, of course. Watching what daddy did to mommy whenever she was feeling submissive. She once again thanked the stars her father was gone for the week, since it meant she could use and abuse her masochist of a mother the entire time.
SMACK!
“EEP!” Yor squealed again as her chunky ass wobbled from Anya’s hard spank, causing her daughter to giggle with glee.
SMACK!
“AAH!” Another yelp from Yor, and she buried her face in a pillow out of titillating shame. Anya growled again, and Yor remembered Anya wanted to “hear every noise” her mama made—and so she lifted her face from the pillow once more, releasing more whimpers and cries every time her little one spanked her.
“Mama has such a big butt!” Anya giggled. “I can’t stop making it shake!”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!!
Yor sniffled, nearly cried, from the strikes upon her bottom. Her ass was burning bright red with Anya’s little hand prints at this point, but the “fun and games” wouldn’t stop there. Not while Yor was bare naked like this, as if she’d fully submitted to little Anya.
Anya, who reached out and grabbed onto Yor’s ass cheeks, spread them apart, and exposed her enticing little asshole. As far as Anya was aware, Loid never stuck it in her mama’s back door. She intended to be the first in the family to break her mother’s butt.
“W-Wait, sweetie!” Yor cried. “It’s d-dirty back there—!”
But a horny moan tumbled out of Yor’s mouth as soon as Anya put her hot little tongue to her mother’s hot little asshole. For Anya, it was like a chocolate donut she couldn’t keep her tongue away from; an enticing asterisk that needed eating.
Yor hadn’t experienced anal play like this in years, and she moaned and cooed with delight as she remembered just how wonderful it felt to have a tongue against her asshole like this. She nearly bucked back against her daughter’s face, but she didn’t have to. Anya sank her fingers into her mother’s meaty ass, relishing the give beneath her fingertips as she kept her face and tongue against her mama’s butt. The smell back there was just as enticing as Anya’s musky crotch smell was to Yor herself, and Anya drooled all over her Yor’s quivering butt hole like she couldn’t get enough of the taste…
But she stopped herself in due time. It sounded like Yor was about to cum just from having her ass eaten, and one more spank put her depraved mother in her place. Seconds later, Anya pressed the tip of her cock against her mother’s dripping wet asshole, and she barely gave her darling mama a chance to recuperate…
…before she SLAMMED her enormous cock inside her mother’s ass, causing Yor to jerk upward in surprise and squeak with a mixture of surprise and glee.
“ANYA!” Yor cried. “T-TOO BIG!”
“B-Be quiet Mama! I don’t care if it’s too big!” The little one groaned as she began pumping her hips back and forth, in and out, over and over again. For both Anya and her mother Yor, this was a pleasure unlike anything else. To pound her own mother’s asshole with her tremendous cock was something utterly marvelous, and she knew she’d be addicted before she’d even finished.
Anya’s little tongue, which had only just finished prepping her mother’s asshole, now dangled from between her lips as she drooled over her mother’s back. The size difference between them meant Anya was looming over her mother, holding her down and practicality hovering over her—while she pounded her into the bedsheets and forced her into submission.
“Yes! Ha! Mama! Oh, Mama! It feels s-so good! It feels a-amazing! Mama!” Anya moaned and grunted with glee, making even more noise than Loid did whenever he put Yor through her paces. Yor, who was already quivering and letting herself go; an orgasm took hold before she knew it, and she spilled glistening girlcum all over her thighs as she sullied the bed beneath her, groaning and making noises that made her sound less like a human and more like a breeding sow.
Anya was immensely turned on to hear her mother grunt and groan like this. She reached up and pulled her mother’s hair for leverage as she fucked her from behind, yanking with such fervor that Yor cried out from the pain—and the pleasure. Yor arched her back as she felt her daughter’s enormous cock rearrange her guts like this; could feel it pulse and throb against the walls of her asshole, practically up in her colon from how giant Anya was.
It’s as big as a horse’s,
Yor thought, feeling a rush of adrenaline even as she sank into a messy-thighed afterglow.
Even bigger…! God, she’s so rough with me…!
Not even Loid is this rough! I love it! I never want it to end!
“Don’t worry, Mama,” Anya said, growling as she yanked her mother’s hair and made her squeal from the pain. “We can do this forever and ever…”
But Anya groaned aloud as she realized she was close to climax. This was a pleasure she’d never experienced before, and now she was a fiend for anal sex with her mother. The ecstasy had reached such a high level that Anya came right then and there, slamming herself so deeply into her mother’s asshole that she damn near reached her intestines.
Intestines that soon filled with her little daughter’s baby batter.
Anya groaned lewdly as she let herself go, flooding her mother’s guts with a hot and gooey load of cum—plentiful enough that Yor suspected it might burst out of her mouth! Another orgasm took hold for Yor, and she shuddered beneath her daughter’s body as Anya delivered deep and powerful thrusts, still clutching her hair with one hand and spanking her with the other, her enormous crystal ball-sized testicles tensing as she wrung herself out.
“OOH!! Ooohhhh! Anya!! Ooohhhhhffffuck…!” Yor was sweating by this point, taking every thick spurt of cum deep inside her back door, feeling herself stuffed beyond belief. Anya giggled as she dragged her soggy cock back out of her mother’s quivering, winking asshole—a hole that was so much larger than before Anya’s forceful entry, and a hole that was now leaking her own daughter’s thick, sticky seed.
But Anya wasn’t finished with her mother. Not by a long shot. She yanked Yor’s hair with another forceful growl, practically flipping her mother over with surprising strength and dropping her sticky, soggy, leaking dick onto her mother’s blushing face.
“Clean it!” Anya snapped. “Finish…!”
“Y-Yes, sweetie! I promise!”
And just like that, Yor started to worship Anya’s still-hard cock and still-heavy balls. She pressed her lips against her daughter’s shaft and left a trail of kisses up and down her girl’s penis, feeling it twitch and throb and spurt a bit more cum onto her now-messy face.
It was an incredible,
delicious
musk—one that made Yor’s mouth water with delight. Her loins burned; she wanted to be stuffed by this monster, damn it all. Anya could read her thoughts; could
tell
that her mother wanted to be bred by a beastly cock like this.
“Your balloons don’t work, Mama,” she reminded. “Can I put it in your special place anyway…?”
Yor had no choice. She barely even opened her mouth before she was put through another round of domination. Anya didn’t turn Yor over this time, instead she literally stepped on her mother’s body to reposition herself on the bed. Her bare feet were pressed up against her mother’s face, her body light enough to cause no harm more than humiliation.
Even her feet smell amazing,
Yor thought, salivating as Anya pressed her toes against her mother’s slick lips and sweaty cheeks, practically bathing her mother’s face in more foot musk. Then, with Yor placed on her back, Anya had all the room necessary to mating press that nasty bitch she called a mother.
“I hope you cleaned my peepee well enough, Mama,” said Anya. “Because I’m gonna put it in now!”
Yor gulped. She thought she’d cleaned her daughter’s cock well enough with her mouth and tongue. She could certainly still taste all that musk and gunk even as Anya pounded her cock into her mother’s soaking wet pussy, making herself at home with a throaty groan as she lifted her body and dropped herself right back down.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
She moved like a jackhammer, pounding her mother’s poor womb into submission, practically battering against that threshold with such vigor that Yor could no longer speak in any known language—she was reduced to whorish moans, piggish grunts, and fervent begging.
“TAKE IT, MAMA!” Anya yelled, hammering away at her mother’s poor cervix with her mighty cock, unable to stop from picking herself up and slamming downward against Yor’s tight, voluptuous body. Anya even wrapped her lips around one of her mother’s nipples to suck feverishly from the pretty pink bud—although Yor was not lactating. Not yet.
No, Anya would fix that in due time. She would impregnate mother dearest, make herself a little sibling… and perhaps they could deal with the fallout whenever it came. The pleasure was far too much to stop, and Yor screamed aloud as she creamed around her daughter’s thick, pulsing dick.
Anya, who had never been inside a pussy before, was unable to hold herself back from giving her mother a hearty creampie. The first vaginal creampie of the night—but far from the last. Anya bit Yor’s nipple as she came, her thrusts slowing and becoming more haphazard as she let herself go, as she flooded her mother’s womb with her thick, potent seed.
“Ooh!! Oooohhhh Anya!! Yes! YES!” Yor cried, wrapping her arms around her daughter’s body and locking her thick legs around her. Anya continued to hold Yor down as she filled her pussy with potent cream, practically collapsing atop her mother in a sweaty heap—a break before they continued their fun.
Yor’s mind was broken from the sheer bliss she felt here and now. She knew things would never be the same again, and she knew that Loid’s pathetic cock would never be able to please her even half as well as Anya’s monster cock did now.
Which was all the better for Loid, who was watching his wife and daughter going at it like animals—all through a spy cam he’d set up in his daughter’s bedroom.
Hundreds of miles away, Loid had reached an orgasm of his own. He came all over his own hand as he jerked his weakening cock, wide-eyed and breathing heavily from the lust that came with spying on his own family. They hadn’t noticed the secret camera yet. Perhaps they wouldn’t after all—not until he came back home with a naughty smile on his face. Or perhaps he ought to extend that trip of his—really make sure his wife and daughter had all the alone time they needed to really taste each other’s bare bodies.
“That’s a good girl,” Loid whispered to himself, watching as Anya’s enormous cock slammed into Yor’s tightly gripping pussy over and over again. “Fuck her just like that, Anya… hah, that’s good…”
Then he reached for the tissue box, aroused beyond belief that his new family was getting along so well—with or without him…