Jenna stood at her Mother’s door, feeling every drop of her wetness run down her thighs, her skin was more sensitive. She felt more in tune with her senses, like she had awakened. She slowly twisted open the door.
Mother had always been less graceful than Lyra, she laid with her blanket covering her face, her belly and nothing else. Legs spread wide, her pussy was plainly visible, a hand rested just above her clit.
Jenna’s eyes were transfixed, step by step she got closer to pleasuring her mother, her head rested between her mother’s silk-smooth thighs, she wanted to lick them almost as much as her pussy.
One lick of her, and she felt hooked. Mother stirred gently as Jenna licked at her, then she kept still. A second later, her thighs closed in on Jenna’s head, trapping her in a sweet embrace. Mother breathed heavily, her hands reached for Jenna’s head. First she stroked her red hair gently, then she grabbed her head and pulled her deeper into her embrace. Jenna licked deeper, Mother’s scent drove her to madness.
Mother shook as Jenna drove her fingers into her, Jenna could feel her Mother coming close. Jenna fingered slowly and deep, and lapped at her clit, and before long her thighs clamped down, her wetness shimmered all over her daughters face, her hips gyrated and humped.
Jenna was pulled into her mother’s arms, and given a deep, sticky, wet kiss.
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“God, how are we going to manage this.” Lyra sighed.
Mother and Lyra stood in the kitchen, making breakfast for themselves while Jenna slept.
“It will be fine I’m sure.” Mother said, wearing only an apron and making scrambled eggs.
“She’s worse you know. Just wait until she remembers that men exist.” Lyra said.
“Lyra, did you know, that in our family line the average pregnancy term is 8 months, not 9?” Mother asked, still facing away.
“So? What, are we prone to premature births?” Lyra questioned.
“No, actually, there’s not a single instance of miscarriage, premature births, defects, none of it. All perfectly healthy terms as far back as records go. And 8 is just the average. For me, it was only 7 months. But you and Jenna, both perfectly healthy. Even with years of sluts, bimbos, incest, and irresponsibility, it’s like we just keep getting better at it.”
“At what?” Lyra asked.
“Breeding. It’s what we’re good at. It’s what we’re made for in this family line. In order to keep that success going, I’m not going to manage Jenna at all. I’m going to… just enable her, a little bit.
“That’s not fair at all! When I went through it, you kept me tied up at night.”
“Well, I’m going to do things a little different this time. I’m the mother, it’s my decision.”
“Well, I don’t agree with it at all. Jenna isn’t just another girl in the Craze, she’s worse. Way worse, I can feel it! This is the exact sort of case that requires restraint.”
“I respect your opinion, baby, i do. But we’re doing this my way. If you wanna try out your own parenting style, go out and take a big cock and you can try it in 7 months. Who knows, maybe less.” Mother smiled mischievously.
“I’ve kinda thought about having more myself recently…” Mother said, rubbing her pale, soft stomach.
Lyra looked down at her own stomach and wondered.
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Jenna sat in the shower, the hot water raining down on her. She could swear her tits were bigger, finially her Mother’s genes were kicking in, she couldn’t wait to have big milky tits. She held her razor in her right hand, and was playing with her pussy slowly with the other.
From her arms to her legs, to her pussy and her mound, she felt the razor free her of her restrictions. She had always refused to shave, but now as she felt her smooth skin, she felt sexier and more free than ever. She felt soft, ready, her skin seemed to yearn for touch in every place one can be stroked, slapped, warmed, and penetrated.
Sensitive, under the hot water, she dug her fingers into herself, losing count of how many orgasms she had already had today.
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Mother didn’t wear clothes very often. Almost never actually, only to go into town. The clothes felt weird to her, but she would take them off soon anyway. They were restricting, even a crop top and short-shorts felt restricting. She knew she was maybe a little bit too old for it, maybe next time she would be a little bit more classy. But hell, she was only 33. Where did the time go? It felt like just yesterday she was 15, seducing older men, getting pregnant and loving it.. She didn’t have a mother to guide her then, she didn’t have anything. It’s a wonder she survived being that young and that slutty.
Her first stop was her favorite bar, the owner used to let her drink when she was young in exchange for her little cunt. Too bad he… has very particular tastes. They don’t really talk much anymore.
Still though, she loves the bar! It wasn’t long before she spotted her first prey. And even in her 30’s, she was still the most attractive women in there. Her tits, her ass, her face and hips, her dark red hair. She still had it, and had it good.
She sat down at his table, and 5 minuted later, they stood up.
In the bathroom, he tried to pull out a condom, but she threw it in the toilet and flushed it. She knew he couldn’t resist.
Face to wall, she slid down her white short-shorts and guided him in. She didn’t even know his name, but every cock had it’s own feel to her. Each one was a fresh experience, and it had been years since she had a notable one. This one was different, not bad at all, not big as big could be but certainly better than average.
“I’ve never been bareback before…” he said.
“Well today’s your lucky day sweety. I’m on the pill.” She lied, she was always really good at the lie.
As the tip slid to her deepest depths, she felt herself slipping into old habits. She spread her legs, pulled her tits from her tight black crop top, easily stripping past her lack of a bra. Middle-aged, worn, but warm hands grabbed and groped at them, clearly loving their size and softness. Back, back in faster, back, back in harder – she could feel the heat in her fertile cunt building – her ass and his hips began to smack together, filling the room with the thumping sound of love.
She could feel him loving it in his cock, the way he the men fuck is always the best way to get to know them. He liked her soft, firm, big and shapely ass; he liked ramming into it hard, pulling out slow, and throwing his whole body weight into it. She liked staying still and moaning to him, letting him please himself at his own will, offering a sturdy stance to take the pounding. His hands squeezed at her tits hard, he bucked faster and faster, harder than he thought possible.
Before long, he felt himself getting close. She sensed his rising pleasure, she knew he would try to prolong it and make her cum, but she doesn’t have time.
“No, no – Don’t you worry about me baby. Cum in me, now! Cum baby! Fill me up!” She moaned, half whispering, half commanding.
He pounded her hard, and with one final thrust he reached deeper into her than he had probably ever reached into a woman. His hips shook, he grunted and groaned, strain in his breath and ever lasting pleasure in his mind. She felt his warm seed filling her up, she moaned and licked at his neck, purring like a kitten.
“Holy fuck…” He said, pulling out, redressing himself.
Mother pulled her short shorts up, put her breasts back in her top, and gave him a parting kiss.
“Wait… what if- I don’t even know your name. Give me your number at least.”
“Shhh, baby.”
She reached into his pocket, and pulled out the wedding ring he had slipped off before. She held his hand, and stroked it, as she put the ring back in it’s place.
“Go home and fuck your wife good for me, big boy.” She said, smiling. And with that, it was off to find another.
The bar across town was not quite as popular. But within a few minutes, a younger man came along. Clearly too young to drink, but the bartender gave him one anyway, the bartender seemed to old to care. Seemed to old to go a few minutes without a nap either.
He looks of good genes, she thought. No acne, despite his age. She had always thought young seed tasted the best.
She stood up and walked over to him, standing by the bar stool and putting her hands on her hips.
“You look a little young to be drinking, how old are you baby?”
“I’m… I’m 21.”
“No, baby, no you’re not. Now fess up.” She leaned in close and whispered, her tits in his face.
“How old are you really? Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m 16…” He whispered softly.
“Oh my, you’re much younger than you look. How’d you like a little company, Mr. 16?”
“I don’t… I don’t have any money, not enough to pay for company.” He said.
“I’m not a whore, Mr. 16.” She leaned in even closer. “I’m a slut. Now I’ll ask you again, do you want a little company?”
“Yes… y-yes please.” He stammered, dumbstruck.
It wasn’t long before they had walked to his apartment. His mother was out for a while, and so in his bed, she quickly undressed. She laid on her back, and spread her legs.
He was the type of boy who needed a sweet embrace. Her naked body and his seemed to slowly meld, but she knew that time was of the essence. She was going to give this boy the best fuck of his life, the best fuck he’d ever have.
“I don’t have a condom.” He sulked.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m on the pill. Now put it in you sweet thing.” There it is again, the lie. The sweetest lie in the whole world.
First he went in slowly, but after he got the tip in, he couldn’t help but shove it in all the way.
Once he had started, he couldn’t stop. He started to hump, she held him with her arms close, burying his face her tits.
“Suck on them.” She whispered, breath heavy.
He sucked greedily on her nipples, licking at the flesh, feeling them and squeezing them. He fucked harder. She kissed and sucked at his neck, she wrapped her legs around him, she used her legs to help him thrust hard into her.
It was obviously his first time, and with moves like hers, he was bound to get off soon. He moaned, not grunted, and to her ears his straining, high-pitched voice was enough to satisfy her on it’s own. It made her feel powerful.
He tried to pull out before he came, but her legs clamped down on his hips, forced him back in – he stammered, and twitched.
“Shhhh, sweet baby. Shh, let go. Cum inside.” She whispered, licking at his cheek.
Sweaty, confused and under the influence of his primal needs, her words made him thrust with all his might, hugging her close and kissing her lips, holding her tits as his cock pulsed and shot cum deep into her. He came quite a lot, she was happy to receive his young seed.
“Thank you baby, you were great.” She said, getting up from the bed.
“No i wasn’t. You didn’t cum.” He said, meekly.
“Sluts don’t have to cum to love cock. Some women just love to please.” She said, putting on her clothes, and smiling.
“Mothers day is coming up soon. Get your mom something good sweet boy.”
And with that she left the boy confused, and wondering. He’ll probably be thinking about that for the next month.
Where to next? She knew there was no way she was stopping at *just* 2 loads.
She knew, deep inside, she needed to add more to the hot, milky mix.
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End of part 2.
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