Talisa's soft brown eyes darted from the wooden framed door to the electronic clock next to her bed. Growing more and more restless as the time ticked on. Her thin legs stretched down to the edge of the creaking bed and slowly pulled back as she felt the cool-cloth back over her somewhat pale white skin.
Her mother was late. The clock read "2:23 AM", and had just passed the next second mark as she counted down the minutes in her head. Samantha always arrived at the same time every night. The restless girl listened intently, sweat beaded across her pretty pale features. There was a slight hitch in her breath as she heard a door upstairs close, followed shortly thereafter by a series of tell-tale steps headed for the stairs. She knew the weight of her mother's footfalls, she knew the route the woman would take, she could practically tap her foot in time with each step, and before long the door to her utterly dark basement bedroom would creak open.
The bright red numerals of Taly's digital alarm clock would provide the illumination needed for her mother to descend the steps, as well as cast the young girl in a warm soft glow, exposing her features to the surely peering eyes of her loving parent.
The small-red light shone on the girl with a tinted appearance, which gave her form a pinkish glow about it as she turned her body fully to the door. A curve of muscle was set upon her youthful frame, the body of an athlete. Even in the dim light, it was a sight that no one but her mother had ever seen.
Her loving girl's strong-lithe legs that bounded her across the tennis-court, and ripe arms rich in muscle from both the weights tucked in the corner of her messy room and the constant stretching of her arms with that racket. A lithe thigh gently pulled back to fully expose what her mother was here for, presenting it just as she arrived. The taut-supple skin of her daughter's leg pulled up to reveal that thick-turgid cock. It was spread out over the blankets before her, as if on a cushion. The thick mass erect in the dark room, her delicate fingers sweeping over the length of the throbbing bare-shaft. Taly put on a little show for what her mother could see as those fingers continued down to the girl's heavy-set underneath her shaft. She cupped those smooth-rounded balls in hand. She was a bit unkempt, with a forest of black hair around the base of her shaft.
Talisa closed her eyes softly as she heard the door latch shut, she knew her mother was waiting at the top of the short flight of stairs which lead into the basement, and though she couldn't see the woman through the darkness, she could imagine precisely what the woman looked like. Her mother would be standing there, wearing nothing but a thin black bra and matching black panties which would clash with the milk white complexion of her skin.
The matronly figure was thick, and her heaving, creamy white breasts would threaten to spill from her top as they jiggled and bounced delightfully with every step she took down the dark stairway. She felt her way carefully down the steps, one hand bracing against the wall, and the other holding the railing. Her long black hair was full bodied and would cascade generously down her back, and while age hadn't entirely ignored the mother of one, she showed few signs of her thirty-eight years.
A soft gasp would leave the older woman's throat as her nostrils flared. She could always smell her daughter before she ever saw her, and thanks to the illumination of that glowing clock, it wasn't long until the thickly laden women laid her eyes on her precious girl. She'd finally descend the steps fully, at which point she'd casually push those panties down her thick, curvy white thighs. Her legs were on full display, and now were briefly illuminated by the clock, as was her delicious little slit, lined by a hedge of wiry black fur, kept nice and trim just for her daughter's benefit.
"Taly..." She rasped, girlish excitement evident in her voice.
Talisa was silent at first, her mouth a bit dry as she wetted her lips. All the anxiety and doubt from before now draining from the girl. "You're late... Mommy," she said in a slow, declarative tone.
"I'm sorry." She'd respond, her voice filled with submission and sincere regret.. "I wasn't sure he was asleep."
Talissa was trying to invoke some dominance and regain her composure, and even the brief mention of her snoozing father would send a small jolt of jealousy up her spine. She pushed her body up a little, trying to get herself in full view of the dim-red light for her mother.
One part of her anatomy that she wanted on full display for her mother to see; that thick white-cock, stiff against the soft sheets of her bed. Her fingers slowly stroking it as they climbed up the warm-hot mass, straight to the head, before crashing back down in a sultry motion as she pushed her cock across that hole in her hand. Small strands of sticky-white precum were dripping from that coated, bulbous head, and mixed into the soft-plush sheets she was laying on. She was stroking herself off amid the silence that came between them, picturing her beloved mother coming out into what little light there was. She said nothing in response to the woman's apology, stroking her cock slowly, deliberately arousing the other as she'd be staring at her daughter's form.
Sam's eyes were glued on that pale piece of fuckmeat that jutted up from between her daughter's thighs. The woman was no better than one of the helpless girls she taught, as she desperately craved that fat prick like a hormone fueled girl. She made her way, dutifully to the side of Taly's bed, and her cheeks filled with a hot blush as she obeyed a command that didn't need to be uttered. Slender and affectionate fingers would replace the stroking digits of her daughter as she slid her hand up and down that slick, pre-soaked cock..
Her bra fell from her slumped shoulders to reveal each of her milky white titties, and in the next moment she was crawling into bed beside her precious angel. Her luscious, heavy titties were now fully on display, each of them swayed with the natural rocking movement of her shoulders, and were peaked by a pair of stubby pink nipples. Soon she found her lips smashed against those of her daughter. The sound of their incestous coupling would fill the room as she jerked off that throbbing prick and forced her tongue into her little girl's mouth.
"You're not wearing a condom." She'd observe between kisses, stray strands of saliva stretched from her lips to the youthful mouth of her daughter, confusion in her tone.
The little angel was silent at first. The perplexion of her mother was the guise she used to get closer. She threw one of her sleek legs over her mother's as she shifted her position to place herself above the woman, her leg rubbed down slowly onto the supple flesh of her mother's creamy thigh. Her fat-cock rose with her as her mother's hands continued to slide up and down her prick, pleasing her daughter as those aged-fingers nimbly fit along her mass in such a motherly manner.
"Punishment for being late," she rasped out, edging back every bit of pleasure she was feeling to put a fair amount of husk in her voice.
Samantha offered no response but a sultry moan that quickly filled the void between them. Her thighs slipped open invitingly as she felt her baby girl's wetness gather in her stroking palm, her fingers now slipping around the girl's soaked helmet.
"No." Came her whisper, but it wasn't a command, and it certainly didn't stop her slit from glistening with the excitement of her daughter's control.
Thin streaks of that precious fem-cock nectar would drip down the older woman's wrist, her baby girl always leaked ~so~ much for her, and Sam would make her approval known through a lust filled moan.
Taly had been working her mother over ever since they started their little taboo love affair. It had started out with the littlest things: pressing her lips to her beautiful Mother's when her father's back was turned, coming to her while she was cooking dinner with hours before dad would be home, her fat cock needing a wet pussy to encase it. This was the culmination of years of training... Tonight, Taly was going to make her move.
"You're going to take it, raw." her daughter ordered, contradicting the pathetic resistance of her mother's response.
Punishment had recently become a concept for her mother, and it was new step in her submission to her daughter. Taly was starting to see just how desperate of a whore the woman was for her sleek white rod. Anytime the girl hadn't gotten her way, she'd withdraw her throbbing cock from her desperate mother, leaving the poor woman begging and pleading until Taly got what she asked for. Samantha had spent the last year utterly spoiling, her girl.
This too was the culmination of every little manipulation she'd been holding her mother to. Forcing her into the very real reality of baring her own daughter's child as the younger girl's lithe body lingered above her in the dark-room. The expression on her face in the dim-red light stern, glaring at her beloved mother. The look gave her an ultimatum that needed no declaration; she got fucked and very possibly bred by her little-snuggle-bug or she got no fucking at all.
Samantha squirmed beneath her angel, and while she was bigger and heavier than Taly, she simply lacked the strength for an easy escape from the trained athlete. Those creamy thighs would lurch upward, trying to get her daughter dislodged even as her hand continued to pump that fat prick.
"We can't, baby." There was a desperate moan as Taly's dick would spurt a puddle of pre into her mother's gripping fingers. Sam figured if she couldn't get the girl off her, she'd just have to get her ~off~. She pumped those dripping wet fingers up and down that lovely hard shaft, throwing in a few sultry moans for effect as she slowly tried to work that baby-batter from her baby's sack.
