Alternative Girlfriend

"I'm through with men!" Lana hollered, slamming the door and stomping off to her room.

"Zolottsye? What happened?" The blonde girl ignored the call, flopping onto her single bed and burying her face into the pillow. "What happened, Lana?" her mother repeated, rounding the door frame.

"That bastard Daniil," her muffled voice hummed through the down, "He was fucking Vanya Grigorieva behind my back the whole time! I caught them!" a fist pounded the mattress, "He fucking forgot we had a date and I caught them right there in the living room!"

Roza could tell how deeply her daughter was wounded—she'd told her off for language enough times that the girl had learned to check herself instinctively, but now her emotions were flowing out raw. A coarse tongue was the

least

of her present concerns. "Oh, Lana," she sighed, sitting down at the edge of the bed, "I'm so sorry."

Svetlana's love life had always been rocky. She was pretty, she was smart, and according to her friends, she had a winning personality. But she also packed extra equipment, and it seemed to attract partners who either treated her as a fetish object or assumed an "open relationship" was her default. She'd burned through a dozen alleged boyfriends before graduation—university supposedly promised a more mature range, yet Daniil was the third deadbeat just within the last year. "I'm not good enough for anyone," she croaked as her mother gently stroked her back.

"You mustn't think that, Zolottsye." Fingertips brushed the golden strands splayed around the teen's shoulders as Roza caressed her neck.

"It's true, though, isn't it?" Lana's face twisted out of the pillow to speak clearly. "They've all dumped me—either they're two-timing bastards or they're chickenshit to be shown up by a girl with a bigger dick." She sniffled loudly, curling in on herself. "Maybe Mikhail is right. Maybe I am just an unlovable freak."

"To hell with that boy," growled Roza. "Too cowardly to admit his inadequacy so he cheated on you instead of come clean." Lana hummed as a second hand joined the first in a proper massage. "If they can't handle my darling girl, then shame on them. You deserve better."

"The pond's running out of fish," she snickered.

"What about girls?"

"What?" she asked timidly.

"If you're through with men..." Roza trailed off, nonchalant.

"Girls wouldn't want me either," Lana muttered. Gym class had instilled a permanent anxiety about changing rooms—the way they looked at her, jeered at her as an "enemy infiltrator" even after her boobs proved her credentials—she was amazed she kept any friends through the late grades, and even then, they teased her about which classmate seemed the best prospect for a submissive husband. Never mind she still had womanly needs of her own: Lana's dick apparently meant her femininity was only honourary.

Her mother chuckled. "Are you saying

no

lesbian has requisitioned a cucumber?"

"Mom!" The girl blushed at the brazen innuendo.

"Strapons were invented for a reason, you know..."

"I-It's not the sa-ame," she groaned, Roza's fingers digging into her shoulders, teasing out the stress.

"I know," she cooed, "Plastic can't compare to the

real

thing." Lana whimpered as her mother addressed her sexuality unabashedly. "I'll have no complaints if you fancy girls, Zolottsye... just as long as I still get grandkids!"

"

Mama!

" The girl blushed harder... but the suggestion was already stirring her groin.

Roza's hands worked down over her back, continuing the penetrating massage. "You're more man than any of those pricks. There's a girl waiting for you, my love..." She chuckled. "Probably a

few

... you might have them take turns!"

Lana buried her face back in the pillow, her cheeks burning. It seemed like all the tension was flowing out her back and between her legs as her mother filled her mind with lewd fantasies.

This isn't happening,

she thought,

Mom's not trying to cheer me up by teasing me aroused!

Except that was

exactly

what she was doing—and to leave no mistake, those roving hands grasped her butt with a tenderness at stark odds with the more professional massage.

"

Mom-m-m...

" she groaned. The squeeze and roll of her lower cheeks was shooting pleasure straight into her groin, her dick throbbing as her pussy trembled with mounting need.

"You're a beautiful woman, Svetlana," Roza said softly, "Any young lady would be lucky to have you."

The girl craned her neck to look at her parent, confusion, embarrassment, and creeping lust swirling in her mind. "I've... I've never..." she stammered, wincing as another squeeze sent her hips thrusting into the bed. Her mother's face was soft, consoling—did she not know how

erotic

she was groping her own daughter's ass? "W-Wouldn't know h-how... w-with girls..."

"Ah, chasing one side has left you clueless to the other?" Roza finally relented her sensuous massage, a hand drifting up Lana's back as she leaned in. "Don't worry, Zolottsye," she cooed, "If you want any practice... I'm happy to help." The older woman's breasts cushioned Lana's arm, longer copper-brown locks tickling her face as she planted a warm, tender kiss on her cheek. It was all too much—the girl rolled onto her back, panting softly, eyes wide as she struggled to make sense of the sudden advance.

"W-What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Reminding my gorgeous daughter that she's still got a world of love ahead of her," she replied matter-of-factly, straightening back up. "Although," she smirked, gaze drifting down, "Perhaps you prefer

older

women..?"

Lana squeaked as the bulge in her jeans visibly stretched before them. "Oh, God!" Her blood ran cold—it wasn't just that she was hard: Mom was right, she was hard for

her

. Ever since she'd bloomed into womanhood, Lana had been somewhat envious of her mother: the girl was a 'looker', combining a teen's perkiness with centrefold curves, but Roza was just that bit

softer

, that bit

fuller

, and up until now, seemingly oblivious to how well she wore it. A seat-stretching forward bend or a chest-wobbling wiggle aroused

feelings

in her daughter that Lana had mostly managed to tamp down, assuaging herself with the mantra that it was all just dual-sexed hormones, that as the only other dual-sexed woman she'd ever known, her mother was tickling her adolescent mind in a way none of her peers could.

The façade crumbled that fateful night she came home early from Klara's party: the apartment was dark and she thought Mom was asleep, so she unpacked quietly and crept to her room. The bathroom door was ajar, a sliver of light tracing against the far wall—inside, sounds Lana recognized, but had never heard from her mother. Knowing she shouldn't, she peeked in anyways.

She'd seen Mom naked before, countless times; but she'd never seen her

hard

. It was only a few seconds' glimpse, but it had burned itself into her brain: Roza's reflection in profile standing in the bathtub, tits swollen, one hand between her thighs as the other pumped her cock, panting and sighing with a brazen, yet beautiful confidence. It took all of Lana's willpower not to give herself away, dragging herself back to the entrance and re-enacting her return loud enough for Roza to close the door and spare the both of them any awkward confrontation.

But the seal had been broken, and henceforth the girl was fully, achingly aware that her parent was very much a sexual being—a

gorgeous

one at that. What were once guilty flashes now goaded lingering daydreams. She hated that she

loved

it, replayed the image in her mind,

touched

herself to the knowledge that she

wasn't

the only hot and horny woman under this ceiling. Perhaps that's why she'd been on the recent losing streak, had missed (or ignored?) the warning signs with Daniil: she was desperate to deflect this blasphemous infatuation. Roza noticed Lana became withdrawn and evasive to a new degree; yet what she no doubt chalked up to petulant rebellion, was actually guilt-ridden aversion. How could she dare explain it? You couldn't crush on your own mother—!

Ready or not, now the secret was out, what felt like a bowling ball bulging from her pants before the subject of her filthy fantasies. "You find me stimulating, Dochen'ka?" Roza whispered. She chuckled as Lana clapped her fists to her face, head shaking. "I've noticed the way you look at me... I'm flattered to know someone thinks I'm still pretty!"

"You've always been pretty, Mama," she blurted, squeaking as she caught herself. "I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't—"

"Yes you did," she purred, "You just didn't want to admit you're hot and hard for your mother, is that it?" Lana groaned as a hand rubbed her inner thigh. "Don't be scared, Zolottsye," she cooed, "Whatever troubles you, I'll help. Whatever you need... you only need ask."

The girl beheld her mother's sparkling blue eyes; there was no mistaking the intent. Her heart pounded; her tits were stiff and aching beneath her bra, her pussy leaking dew into her taut panties. "We shouldn't," she whispered—the feebleness of her resistance echoing in her voice.

"I

know

," her mother sighed, "It would be so much easier if you had the confidence to pick up a sweet girl, not have to burn out on asshole boys... if you could find someone who loves you for

you

," she squeezed Lana's leg with a smouldering gaze, "Cock, pussy, and all."

"

Mama

," she gasped. It was a dream, it

had

to be! That one mirror-image had ushered in a host of depraved fantasies, and now her last shameful taboo—to

do it

with Mom—was manifesting itself. But even her wettest dreams had never felt so raw, so full, so

real

as now... She hissed as a finger traced featherlight over her bulging jeans, her penis stretching, chasing after Roza's touch.

"Does it hurt?" her mother whispered.

"Mm-hmm," she squeaked.

"Let me kiss it better."

She could stop—she could say no—she could scramble off the bed and run away before she completely debased herself in front of the one human being who loved her unconditionally. But Mom was right: she didn't

want

to. Pulse pounding in her ears, she reached down with trembling hands and fumbled with her fly. She whimpered as the zipper parted and the stretched pink cotton swelled, her straining shaft surging straighter. Just that little freedom sent a spurt of pre rushing through, her inner walls cramping in guilty appeasement.

Lana's leg twitched as her mother's palm trailed down. "That's it, my love," she cooed, "Be free." Blushing furiously, the teen shimmied her pants past her hips, baring more of her skin to Roza's simmering gaze. She felt so hard she was amazed she wasn't tearing through her panties; her smooth scrotum spilled out from the gap pushed open by her twitching cock, flush labia squeezed against the crotch. She swallowed as he met her mother's eyes. "It's nothing I haven't seen before," she grinned coyly.

"Y-You've never seen me h-hard, Mom," she whimpered.

"I know... isn't it exciting!"

A cold sweat broke over Lana's forehead as she slipped her thumbs under the waistband. With torturous slowness she peeled away her underwear, a trickle of precum following the elastic's burning caress as it slid over her crown. Bounding free, it was at full mast in an instant, a clear dollop of lube leaping from her tip before splashing back down on her balls. "Oh, Svetlana," breathed her mother, "Where have you been

hiding

this beautiful girl?"

She whined softly, throbbing plain and brazen, cunt clenching at the praise as her mother worked the clothes down her legs. No sooner were they past her ankles than Roza leaned in, inhaling her daughter's musk as though it were an expensive perfume. "Oh my God," the teen gasped; her fingers clutched the bedsheet as she felt herself drool helplessly.

"Oop! You're a little wet, Zolottsye... Let me get that for you..."

"Aah!" Lana shrieked as a warm, wet tongue pressed to the base of her dick before dragging upwards. "Mom! Oh,

fuck!

" She squirmed as Roza licked up her drizzle all the way to the top before wrapping her lips around the head, giving the girl a playful suck as their eyes met.

She was lying on her back, yet she still felt faint. Even her one 'good' boyfriend Nikolai had teased her about the "insatiable lust" of

gyermafroditi

. She'd never believed it herself—whatever her private self-indulgence, she was

far

less forward than a lot of her classmates. But now she was so stiff she thought her penis would leap off, femcum trickling from her flower as her inner walls spasmed; she'd never felt so horny in her

life

—and all for her own mother! Was Niko right? Was this her

true

self, lying in wait for a suitably scandalous summons?

Lana didn't resist as Roza gently pushed her thighs apart, licking her lips as she granted her daughter a brief reprieve. She seemed to read the teen's inner conflict. "This is all for you, my love," she purred, "My big,

beautiful

Dochen'ka!" She descended again, lips nudging her foreskin past her ridge, massaging Lana's inner legs as she swirled her tongue over the bare head. The girl groaned, feeling herself leak uncontrollably, eyes bulging as she watched—she

felt

Mom suckle her cock. A hand slid up, palming her sack, fingertips brushing her soaked lower lips.

Holy fuck,

she thought, and only barely held back from shouting. Her penis had always been an impediment with guys—they'd never have blown her, she knew. But now she understood why

they

would want it of her: the warm, wet embrace, the gentle suction as Mom teased ever-more of her lube into her maw... It was unlike anything she could manage with her own palm. And then, just when she thought she couldn't get any more delirious, a finger slid inside her sex. "

MOM!

" she shrieked, clenching around the intruding digit; her clit throbbed in time to her phallus as a teasing digit curled within her, sending lightning up her spine. Lana arched her back, body going rigid as Roza fondled her testes, rocking her palm back and forth against her daughter's drooling pussy.

The teen's body was ablaze. Her hands flew to her chest, grinding her cups into her aching nipples, electric sparks shooting through her breasts as she massaged herself in rhythm to her mother's ministrations. Roza's chuckle rippled through her shaft before surfacing with a wet slurp. "You want to touch yourself, Zolottsye?" she purred; Lana whimpered nervously, forcing her hands back on the bed in a reflexive bout of shame. Her mother's grin widened. "I want to watch."

She hesitated; they were far past any notion of motherly comfort now, but if she stayed

partly

clothed she could pretend this was all an absurd accident that got out of hand. And yet Roza's gaze compelled her, the lips shining with her fluids wordlessly proclaiming that the woman before her would think no less if she surrendered to her cravings... A moment passed. Then, she was pulling off her shirt, leaning forward to unclasp her bra before tossing it unceremoniously aside. Her pink nubs stood proudly, hand-filling boobs trembling with her frantic breath. "Isn't that better?" her mother cooed, and Lana blushed. "You're a beautiful woman, Svetlana. Be proud of who you are."

Proud,

she grinned sheepishly;

one

part of her was certainly proud. She groaned as Roza resumed her sinful kiss, the girl's hands reflexively cupping her ripe fruits. She knew she was going to hell, but this felt like heaven—she'd

never

felt pleasure like this, from all angles, all at once, and knowing it was thanks to her dear sweet Mama only stoked her shameful lust. "Oh, God," she panted, toes curling, body writhing as her parent teased her closer and closer to release. Thumb and forefinger fondled her swollen areolae, tugged at her teats,

drowning

herself in carnal delight. A thumb found her button and she whined, long and even, her mother tracing mind-numbing circles over her nub; her hips bucked lightly and she felt her cockhead brushing Roza's roof, but Mom took it in stride—every time Lana dared look down, she met a smouldering gaze so powerful it practically seized her heart.

"Mama," she gasped, "I'm c— I'm close..!" But her warning went unheeded: Roza kept licking, a second finger slipping between the girl's folds. "Mama,

please!

" she squealed; her shaft was dilating, cunt

sucking

on those digits, the tell-tale mounting tension heralding imminent climax. She wanted release so badly... but she fought to resist. She

couldn't

—!

I'm gonna cum right in Mom's mouth!

But that, evidently, was

exactly

what her mother intended. Taking Lana so deep she nearly hit the back of her throat, Roza curled tenderly within her daughter's sex, massaging her clit as her free hand rubbed the teen's thigh. It was too much—Lana lowed, long and guttural, body going rigid as she tipped over into ecstasy. Seed flowed through her cock, Mom sliding back to catch the ropes as a dam broke between her legs, pussy convulsing as electricity shot through her core and all across her nerves.

She thought she knew what orgasms were; this was unlike anything she'd

ever

experienced! She

felt

them: thick gobs of sperm spurting into her mother's waiting mouth, inner walls squeezing the fingers still teasing her through steady aftershocks. Seconds later her rigid body melted, limbs turning to jelly as she sank back onto the bed amidst a soothing inner glow. Her tits throbbed along with the rest of her, a blush rising in her cheeks as she heard her dear, sweet,

devoted

mother swallowing her load, groaning as gentle suction coaxed out lingering threads from her slackening, still-twitching member.

The best cum of my life... and all down to Mom.

As Lana's dick shrank out of Roza's lips, her mother withdrew from her still faintly-quaking pussy with a wet squelch. The girl screwed her eyes shut, imagining how badly she wrecked the sheets, grimacing in a mix of embarrassment and incredulity. "Such a bountiful girl," cooed her mother.

"I... didn't know I could," she murmured—she'd get wet, sure, but not

once

had she flooded herself! She gasped as she heard Mom humming, opening her eyes to watch the soft grin lapping up her discharge. A fresh blush rose, along with a new tremble below.

"

So

," Roza sang, "Still worried you feel unloved?"

The teen giggled, shaking her head. "That was... oh, God!" Her toes fidgeted as she regained control of her body. "That was the best I ever..!" She shrank in on herself, bashful.

"I thought you'd like it," she beamed, dry thumb tracing circles on her daughter's inner thigh.

The girl's smile fell. A sudden sense of shame washed over her, and Lana pulled a leg up, rolling onto her side and breaking the gaze. "Lana? Lana, what's wrong?" She rocked gently as Roza climbed up the mattress behind her. "Dochen'ka, what's the matter?" she repeated, a hand cupping her shoulder.

She shook her head. An awful truth was dawning, and her mother could not help her. "You'll hate me," she croaked, tears beginning to trickle.

Roza shuffled up right behind her, nuzzling her ear consolingly. "What is it, Zolottsye?" she whispered, "Please, let me help!"

"Klara's party," she began, "I came home early... You were in the bathroom and the door was open..." Her mother didn't respond, just kept petting her shoulder, so she forced herself to continue. "I... I saw you, in the mirror, m-mast—" She couldn't finish, curling in on herself.