This story has futanari, noncon, and incest. Might actually be might edgiest story yet.
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Margaret was trying to scream.
It was annoying, as it made Beth have to cover her mouth with her free hand, but it had at least been easier than cornering and securing her.
She had pulled the teenager's shirt over her head and was using it to effectively tie her hands. That alone had taken all the moment of surprise that she had gotten when she had pulled her daughter into the closet they were currently getting to know each other better in.
It had been something of a fight, at first, but when the girl had wasted time asking her what she was doing instead of screaming, well, she lost her right to be mad that things had turned out like this.
They were in a small room, with barely enough room for a single person to walk in it without rubbing against the shelves on each side of it. It had made Margaret's kicking obnoxious, but ineffectual as Beth had pushed her against the end of the short room and then ground her down with her body.
It was dark and dry as neither one of them had time to flick the lights on. But the light from the outside still shone through the bottom of the closed door and allowed Beth to see the look of disbelief, of desperation, of horror on her daughter's face. It almost made her glad that Margaret had made her do this.
"Stop being difficult," Beth hissed at her teenage daughter as she used her torso to split her legs apart, "Don't tell me you didn't want this."
At 41 years of age, Beth had been married to her husband for around 20 years. Had, because he had recently been entirely too selfish and died. Leaving her alone with a fantastic, if still poor, replacement. So, really, it was also his fault that this was happening too.
Beth had been ready to do what was proper, what was expected of her, and mourn her husband with the rest of her family. She had her black dress on, she had brought her veil, she had properly said her last goodbyes and she had been ready to console her daughter through it.
But no, Margaret simply had to bring her boyfriend with her!
She had been planning on offering Margaret the choice of taking the place of her father out of her own will when they got home. Of making the family complete again as Beth hopefully made her grandsons into her own children. Not that she ever intended to let Margaret leave; the alternative to not accepting had always been a repeat of what was happening right now but under the comfort of their own home.
On a bed, with some soft music and candles as the backdrop to their first intimate moment, rather than a dingy old supply closet.
The girl, like her father, was entirely too thoughtless.
Margaret had been mumbling things against her hand, making Beth want to smack her. But no, it was only natural that she would have to teach her acceptance.
Finally, the young girl's legs gave and Beth's stomach pressed against her daughter's crotch.
Margaret mumbled something one last time before she felt something poke against her pussy.
"Think about father," she managed to get out, as the thing, the cock that Beth had, slipped into a corner of her panties and pushed them aside.
"Oh honey," Beth sweetly said, as she aligned herself to her pussy, "I am."
"And you will be his replacement," The older woman informed Margaret as she pushed her hips forward.
And enter her daughter's cunt.
There were many reasons why her husband had stayed with her for 20 years, and her body, being entirely too curvy, if short, 5 foot 4 inches was to blame. Her hips were wide enough that she had given birth to Margaret in under 3 hours and her tits were big enough that she had fed her until she was 5 years old without a problem. Her thighs were meaty and her stomach was flat. She might have had an admittedly harsh personality, but she had more than made up for it in the bedroom.
She had to, having been born with a dick.
And it had worked, her husband stuck to her because she was willing to do things no other woman would, and because the old fool learned to also enjoy the fact that she had a dick. She had years of experience now, and her daughter would have been stupid to give that up.
Which was why she never intended to allow her to turn her down.
The girl, tall like her father at 5 feet and 11 inches, cried as her vagina got speared with her mother's cock. She wasn't curvy like her mother, but she was slim with a cute butt. Her tits were big enough to fill a C cup, a fact that her mother appreciated greatly, and her hips were just wide enough to hint at her parentage.
She was the only thing of worth that her husband had left her and so, quite obviously, she belonged to Beth.
Beth pushed on until she met a barrier and, with a smirk, looked at the tear-filled eyes of her daughter.
"I could have sworn you lost it to that stupid brat outside," The older woman whispered as she drew back a bit, "But you are so sweet to leave it for me."
And then she plunged in, tearing Margaret's hymen.
The girl ground her teeth as Beth moaned, her foot-long cock spreading her open until she hit her womb.
Ooooh, it felt so good.
And she had to have more!
Pulling back again, the short woman pushed in with all her strength.
A meaty "FAP" sounded as her crotch met her daughter's vagina, but it was nothing compared to the wet snap that resounded as the womb of the girl to who had she had given birth to...failed.
"FUUU!" Margaret screamed into Beth's hand, but she just pushed her palm into her daughter's mouth until the noise was almost completely muffled. It allowed her to grind her cock in her daughter's uterus, her imploded cervix only serving to most pleasantly hug her shaft as she did so.
This was the quality of her daughter's cunt; She had only thrust into it a few times and already her testicles were making her cum!
"Take it all my little slut!" Margaret whispered into her progeny's ear as her testicles clutched.
And she hosed the inside of her uterus with her cum.
She had, perhaps, considered using a condom if her daughter had been willing to see how much Beth deserved to have her. To allow her a normal life outside of being her own mother's woman. Now? Now they would be playing games with dice. The wrong roll ending with Margaret continuing their bloodline.
The girl was quiet as Beth pumped load after load of super-virile middle-aged futanari semen into her. At some point, Beth's hand even slipped from her mouth, the girl still didn't scream or ask for help.
She just...obediently stood there as Beth's orgasm ended.
"That's a good girl," The mother happily whispered. She approved of it of course, so Beth bend down and gave her daughter the first of many pecks in the mouth.
"Make sure you are presentable," The older woman then told her as she pulled out. The thick seed sprouted from the used pussy as Beth got up and smoothed down her skirt, "It would be shameful if you didn't look your best at your father's funeral."
And then Beth donned her veil again and she made sure her own mourning dress was spotless.
"And don't take too long," She order the still-shocked girl as she opened the door of this closet and slipped out to rejoin the wake of her late husband.
The rest of the day went quickly enough, with family from both sides coming to give them their respects. Margaret, of course, was still a little shocked by how passionate Beth had been, but thankfully people just assumed that it was her grief for her husband.
"Babe, are you alright?" Her boyfriend had at one point asked and Beth had to resist the urge to slap him upside the head.
"...no," Her daughter had whispered and the boy had wisely allowed her to hold her peace.
But the piece of shit did hug her.
Nobody could grieve for the whole day though, so Margaret and Beth went home.
Alone.
They were inside their home when Beth broke down.
"Baby, forgive me!" The older woman cried as her still-shocked daughter stared at her.
