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.
You saw me," Roza repeated, spooning her closer, "You saw me and I was... in good spirits?" Lana nodded, and a warm exhale caressed her neck. "Well, now I've seen you in good spirits, so we'll call it even, hm?"
The girl shook her head. "That night... and nights after... I'd keep thinking of it—of you—a-and it... it made me..." She choked up, whimpering as she curled in tighter. Roza's other hand combed through her hair as her palm slid down her daughter's arm to glide over her belly. Lana squirmed; even now, confessing her sins, she felt her treacherous sexes stirring. "I'm a terrible daughter," she croaked.
"Klara's party was months ago," she muttered, "You mean you've been fantasizing about me for all that time?"
"I-I've dreamed of you—of us—a-and n-now that we've... I-I thought it would kick the obsession b-but God forgive me, Mama! Now I'll never stop wanting it!" She was wailing now, body convulsing, trying to peel herself away. "I'm a freak and a pervert and I've shamed you forever! I'll leave—" she tried to wriggle free, "I'm old enough to live on my own—I'll go and never return—!"
"You'll do no such thing," Roza growled, hugging her tight, a leg swinging over to pin her thigh. "Look at me—Svetlana, look at me!" Her voice was even, but firm. Sniffling, the teen craned her neck to find her mother peering down upon her with a pained, piteous face. "I'm glad you told me the truth. But I'm disappointed you held onto it for so long."
Lana swallowed audibly. "I'm sorry, Mama," she croaked.
Her mother closed her eyes, shaking her head as her own throat flexed, reaching some tacit decision. "We need to make sure this never happens again." She rose slowly from the bed, sliding onto her feet and stepping towards the door. Lana felt another wave of sorrow wash over her, struggling to pick herself up and face her punishment. But to her confused incredulity, she saw instead Roza grip her shirt and start pulling it over her head.
"Mom?" she chirped, "What are you doing??"
She pivoted, grinning coyly as she dropped the shirt and reached for her bra strap. "You've been picturing me nude, yes? After what we did today I'm feeling rather overdressed..."
Lana's eyes bulged as her mother's breasts bounded free, fat, dark nipples standing erect. The girl felt her cock twitch, rapidly swelling as a familiar heat returned to her nethers. "I... I don't understand..!"
"Like I said, I've noticed how you look at me... a mother has intuition. And I meant what I said: I'm flattered." Unfastening her fly, she slid pants and panties down her legs. Lana hiccuped as she watched a thread of pre stretch from Roza's own twitching shaft to the retreating underwear. The girl's pussy clenched in sinful excitement; she was rock-hard in an instant.
There was no mirror this time: Roza faced her daughter head-on, completely naked, unmistakably aroused. Aroused for me! She blushed as her mother stepped back to the bed, cock swaying, butt and belly shimmying. She flinched slightly as an arm slipped around her back, but didn't pull away as the woman of her dreams sat down beside, thigh brushing warm thigh. "Oh my God," whispered the girl, forcing her eyes from Roza's bust to her face with terrified awe. "But you said this can't happen again! W-Why—?"
The older woman sighed, smile melancholic. "I'd do anything for you, you know that. To think of my sweet, beautiful Dochen'ka stewing in self-hatred... it breaks my heart." She squeezed her close, nuzzling her blonde locks. "We're a rare breed, Lana. In some things, we may only have each other."
The girl chuckled mirthlessly. "You don't—you don't have to debase yourself for my sake. I'm sick, I'm a freak, I seduced my own mother—"
"No, no, you're not!" Roza's other hand reached for her daughter's chin, guiding her retreating face back to reclaim her gaze. Their faces were much alike, slim-nosed and high-cheeked with bright eyes and narrow jaws—but while Lana's visage had a slightly sharper look, her mother's rounded at the edges, giving her a tender countenance she was presently leveraging to full effect. "Whatever else brought us here today, my actions were my own: never doubt that." She reached further, brushing Lana's hair behind her ear as she smiled consolingly. "I was once a horny young girl myself, you know! I had dreams that never made sense: my mom standing over me, telling me off while completely bare... I'd see Auntie Natasha in her undies and next thing I knew I was hiding in the bathroom..."
"Oh God," Lana gasped; Mom's older sister had been in university athletics, and even today she'd maintained a fit physique that had not gone unnoticed by her niece.
"I was just as confused and guilt-ridden by my impulses. They never completely left, but I learned to tune them out." She leaned in conspiratorially. "I expect you'd been having thoughts before Klara's party, yes?"
"Yeah," she grinned sheepishly.
"Can I confess something too?" she whispered.
Lana felt a ripple run through her. "What?"
"I've had thoughts for you, too." The younger woman gasped, shivering. "And like the others, like Auntie Natasha, I pushed them aside. I was a good mother setting a good example... and then my Dochen'ka is face-down in her pillow cursing herself, and I know exactly the twisted shame she's carrying, and my first thought is I won't let that stand: she's beautiful, she's lovely, and she should be proud." Now she grew sheepish. "And in that moment I was more concerned with empowering the young woman than I was with the means a mother should use, and I teased her too far..." her gaze fell to Lana's penis, "And I realized just how beautiful I thought she was."
"Mom," she breathed, chest trembling.
Roza's eyes returned to her daughter's, shimmering with barely-restrained tears. "I love you, Svetlana. And... if you so wish, I'd like to love you even more."
The girl swallowed. She could smell it, her mother's musk, her slightly-parted foreskin glinting with the liquid that left no doubt as to her sincerity. The torturous dreams had finally been made flesh; she felt her own pre leak from her tip as her vagina spasmed longingly. It was wrong, all of it so wrong, and she didn't know how further she'd fall before—if she could pull back at all. But those sapphire-blue eyes shimmered with a familiar, nervous adoration. She was a pervert, she knew... but she wasn't alone.
Lana bit her lip, a shy grin widening. "I'd like that."
Roza pivoted towards her, leaning in. Her daughter rose to meet her, hand sliding over her thigh as their lips met. It was a soft, gentle, timid embrace, but it electrified the young woman all the same: her clit pulsed in time to her fluttering heart, a faint moan escaping as her near hand glided up her mom's back, pulling her closer. Breastflesh melded around her stiff tit as Roza's chest poured into hers; the kiss turned hungrier, lips grasping for more purchase. Rolling into each other, their cocks brushed together; they squealed from the jolt, recoiling with breathless, childish giggles.
Lana took stock of her mother: her cheeks were flushed, chest heaving, a giddy grin on her face. Curves brandished bare, teats and dick at attention, she looked the idol of sexuality. "No more secrets," she said.
The teen grinned back, nodding. "I love you, Mama..." she glanced down to her trembling shaft, lube already drooling over, smirking bashfully; "More than I probably should."
Roza found her daughter's hand, squeezing reassuringly. "I want all the love you can give me, Zolottsye."
Lana's eyes returned to her mother's shaft. Her heart trembled anxiously, desire bidding a blush even as, for the first time in her romantic life, she felt genuinely empowered. "You must be tense," she began; Roza cocked an eyebrow. Licking her lips, she withdrew her hand to heft a breast with a coy grin. "Can I offer you a massage?"
The older woman's smile widened. "I should very much like that."
Panting gently, Lana disentwined, sliding back up the bed. Her mother was quick behind her, breasts swaying deliciously as she climbed overtop, the teen's body rocking gently as the woman of her dreams shuffled forward. The girl groaned as her dick drew a line of love across the base of Roza's shaft, over her balls and—good God!—her own damp lips before springing forward as the sex-goddess straightened up above her chest. Try as they might, her boyfriends had never swayed her to tit-jobs: having their dicks so close to her face, when she knew many had all the self-control of a rutting dog, repulsed her. But now, seeing her mother's cock throbbing before her, the red head gleaming with her love, Lana felt her whole body tingle with giddy desire.
Roza carefully settled onto her daughter's chest, wetness immediately spreading from her pussy, prompting a lusty whimper from the girl. Nervous hands cupped the young breasts, wrapping them around the stiff shaft, feeling warmth dribble into her valley. "Oh, my sweet girl..." Lana looked up to her mother's face, tender, nervous, adoring, amorous... She managed a feeble smile, just the gaze of her lover coaxing yearning spasms from her sexes.
Timidly, she began rubbing her tits in slow circles, feeling the penis twitch in response. "Like this?" she asked.
"Yes," sighed her mother, "Mmm! Just like that!"
Lana giggled as her motions spread Roza's lube over her chest, her musky warmth creeping ever-closer to her neck. Never, never would she have conscioned sucking off her boyfriends, not even Niko—yet now she felt her mouth watering, a female dick, Mama's dick, offering itself for her consumption. Roza was breathing heavily, shifting against her, thrusting gently into her daughter's cleavage as the girl continued her sensual massage. Lana had dreamed of this moment, drenched herself picturing bringing her mother to the same delight as in the bathroom... now here they were for real, and it was better than she could have ever imagined.
"Mama," she breathed, her own cock dribbling as it throbbed plaintively behind Roza's soft seat. Her cunt flexed in jealousy of the shaft before her; the teen blushed, heart skipping as the blasphemous proposition manifested, of feeling her womanhood stretch around Mom's penis..!
"My love," she smiled. Love, that's what this was all about, wasn't it? It wasn't just a mother's instinct to comfort her child in need; it wasn't even Roza trying to play surrogate best friend—she knew what her daughter was: a young woman, a sexual woman, and their descent into incestuous debauchery was a shameless embrace of that truth. It wasn't just because she was her daughter. It wasn't just because they were gyermafroditi. Roza loved her, because she was Lana.
Her mother reached up to her own breasts, thumbs and index fingers pinching swollen teats as she gently kneaded those ripe, gorgeous mounds. "I'm close," she whispered, eyes lidded, giggling breathlessly; "Mmm my sweet Dochen'ka has such wonderful breasts!"
Lana giggled back. She eyed the hot, gleaming crown, shameless, sinful desire boiling over—craning forward, she stretched forth her tongue and gingerly lapped at the oozing slit. "Ah! Svetlana!" cried her goddess, pre spitting in response. The shock on her mother's face morphed into a rapturous groan as her daughter's lips took the tip of her cock. It was an odd, salty taste... and the young blonde woman wanted more. Her massage turned rhythmic, pulling the shaft like she was trying to milk it, Mom's warm fluids trickling into her mouth and making her whole body tingle in nervous excitement. Roza whined as the lips slid further, pushing back her foreskin to take the whole head into Lana's maw. "Lana! Oh my God–!" she gasped, squirming as the hot tongue teased and tickled the steaming spear-tip. The teen's body rocked as her mother thrust short, sharp and desperate; "Coming–! Comi-i-ing–!"
The sight seared itself into Lana's mind: her mother, gleaming with sweat, chest thrust out as she tugged her swollen teats, eyes narrowed to slits as she crested over the edge with a slack-jawed look of utter rapture. The girl had omitted one detail from her bathroom confession: she hadn't just caught Mom in good spirits, she'd seen her spray her seed, seen her face when she reached plateau. It had been beautiful, and that more than anything had sown the seed of Lana's torturous obsession. Now here they were, Lana on her back, Mama's dick between her boobs, sweet, tender, gorgeous Mama cumming from her daughter's ministrations—and her face was even more blissful than in the mirror.
The first shot was so hard it hit the back of Lana's mouth, making her gag—somehow she got control, coughing it forward and sealing her throat in time for the second. Warm, gooey liquid splashed over her tongue, heady, slightly sweet, instantly filling her taste. Heat flowed over her belly as Roza's pussy discharged in tandem, the gyermafrodit matriarch grinding her lips against her daughter as she rode out her orgasm. Lana's own penis ached, and from the cramping in her tunnel she wondered whether she might cum too just from sympathetic reflex. The semen filling her mouth mixed with mounting saliva and she worried it would soon be too much... but even the steepest plateau flattens out, and the flow tapered off, her mother's shaft starting to shrink even as it continued pulsing gently.
Half-lidded eyes fell to the woman below as Roza began to recover herself. Polishing off her retreating crown, Lana straightened her neck, meeting her mother's gaze before taking a big, audible gulp. "Oh, Svetlana!" The brunette clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle the embarrassed laugh as the teen coughed, the slimy strands coating her throat, the same teasing tingle creeping down on the way to her stomach. The blonde smiled shyly back.
Rolling onto her elbow, Roza pulled herself off the girl's lap, snuggling into her left side as she wriggled down the bed to meet her daughter face-to-face. One hand stroked her scalp as the other cupped her cheek—then, suddenly, Lana's lips were consumed by a warm kiss. Her squeak became a whimper, a hand reflexively sliding over Mom's back as she melted into the embrace. It was a lover's kiss, tired but hungry, Roza's wet tongue sliding into Lana's startled yet eager mouth. Somehow, out of everything they'd done, this was the greatest shock, the sincerest show of her mother's desire—and she answered in kind. Already she could feel Roza's member swelling fresh against her thigh; her own cock hadn't abated, and she squirmed as her womanhood stewed with the ultimate sinful need, to be filled by that wondrous shaft..!
All too soon they parted, almost as breathless as if they had climaxed. Roza's eyes shone, pupils wide, a nervous, giddy thrill written over her face. "My sweet, beautiful, darling Dochen'ka!" she gushed, darting in to kiss her again. Lana mewled as her mother's breasts ebbed and flowed against her sticky boob with each peck, down and back, like the dipping bird ornament in Baba's living room but at thrice the speed.
"Mom!" she laughed, struggling to steady herself from the onslaught.
"Not even our first date and she swallows!" giggled the brunette, "Oh, what did I do to raise such a doting lover? –Are you OK?" she asked seriously.
"Y-Yeah, I... my mouth's all tingly, but... it feels good..."
Roza kissed her again, gently, matronly. "You know how they say men's brains are in their dicks? Well, sperm is stupid and thinks it can mate with every cell it finds. You must be careful, Zolottsye," she purred, "A woman could grow addicted to the taste..!"
Lana clapped her hands to her face, whimpering in fresh embarrassment, penis and pussy continuing to drool. The brunette chuckled. "Is my darling girl embarrassed to learn I'm a veteran cocksucker?" A hand trailed lightly down Lana's body; the blonde squeaked as her mother's fingers wrapped around her turgid shaft. "And what a beautiful specimen it is..!"
"Mama, please!" she groaned, thrusting into the grip; the fire was burning bright once more, the salacious buzz in her mouth goading a guilty desire to top up Roza's tongue with a new serving...
"Does my Dochen'ka want to cum?" she teased.
"Mm-hmm..."
"I would love you all day," she confessed, "There's so much I want to share with you... But oh," her voice lowered, "Gyermafroditi are cursed to temper the boundless thirst in our flowers with such paltry cans to water them..." Her hand slinked down to weigh Lana's sack. "A young and untrained woman has so little in reserve!"
"Please," she repeated, shaking her head as her body stewed in lust, "I need..."
Her mother's fingers climbed back up the shaft, thumb tracing over the ridge of her crown in a maddening taunt. "What do you need, my love?"
"I need to cum..!" Pulling her hands away to meet Roza's fawning gaze, she murmured: "I need you..." Mom was right, ejaculating empty was not so pleasant, but having tasted the fruit of knowledge, she could not return to the innocence of yesterday—before she'd confessed her incestuous adoration, before she'd bared her needy cock to her mother, before she'd learned the hot penis throbbing against her hip bore Roza's mutual desire.
Gentle fingers caressed her scalp, her copper-haired goddess's eyes sparkling like precious jewels. "You need me..." repeated her mother, purring, "You need me... to cum?" The hand on her shaft squeezed with a soft tug.
"Yes!" gasped Lana.
"But I'm so much older, so much softer..." She puffed out her belly, prompting a giggle; "And I've got a dick! Would you love a girl with a dick?"
"You're beautiful, Mom!" The teen squirmed as Roza gave her another thankful squeeze, lube dribbling down across those warm digits.
"My Dochen'ka is aroused by her mother?" She rubbed her chest against Lana's breast, soft flesh teasing the stiff nipple. "Your tits are excited by my bosom?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"And this lovely rod," she tugged again, "Do you get hard, picturing my pussy?"
"Yes!" she squeaked; the glaze on her stomach was a ready reminder of Roza's own feminine need, and she blushed as a treacherous whisper tickled the edge of her mind...
"And what about your flower, my love?" Another squeeze set the girl mewling, fingers clutching the top sheet in torturous frustration. "Are you wet with daydreams of Mama's cock?" She could only nod, her faint whine growing as the grip suddenly slackened; Roza chuckled gently, hand drifting down beneath Lana's balls, the blonde trembling as the digits slid effortlessly into her drooling canal. "Mmmm," her mother hummed, eyes gleaming with mischievous affection, "I really have inspired you..!"
Lana instinctively spread her legs as Roza stroked her, the faint squelch of her desire making her pant with guilty excitement. She was so close... so close... —And then–! The hand withdrew, leaving her cunt spasming, clit throbbing along to her drooling dick as her body peered over the precipice. "Mom-m-m!" she whined, her own hands balled into fists as she writhed in lustful frustration.
"You're running on empty, Zolottsye," cooed the brunette, "If this is your last cum of the day, we'll need to make it count!" She buried her face into her daughter's neck in a playful nuzzle, a gesture dating back to Lana's infancy that instantly set her laughing. It was this paradox—the lust of a woman, the love of a mother—that conspired to set the teen's soul alight with the most shameful, shameless need of her adolescent life. Dick pulsing hard against the girl's hip, Roza alternated between shaft and flower, wiping the pre over her thighs while lathering her cock with her own nectar, goading her to the edge of release before backing off, leaving her daughter a whimpering, quivering wreck.
This is my penance, Lana realized: I've confessed my sins, and now Mom is exacting her restitution! She could end this torture at any time: she was not, as gyermafroditi porn popularly expected, roped to the bed while a fascist cosplayer worked her over. But the deep, dark, devilish pit of her id wanted Mom—needed Mom—to affirm her blasphemous craving, the hands working her body to claim her lustful tribute. Roza was her goddess, and Lana could only pray that she proved an acceptable sacrifice.
Finishing another squelching probe, the brown-haired beauty placed a soft kiss on her lover's cheek as she reclaimed Lana's member. Her strokes became languid, glacial intervals between, thumb and forefinger tugging the ridge on the up, and fully unwrapping the crown on the down in a maddeningly delightful massage. The girl groaned and squirmed, teetering on the edge, unable to stop her lube oozing out to mix with the fresh glaze from her own pussy. "Almost like fucking the real thing, hm?" cooed her mother. Lowering her voice, she continued: "Do you imagine mine, when you stroke yourself?"
"Nnngh–!"
Roza combed her daughter's hair with her free hand. "Such a handsome penis, my love," she sighed, "I know I'm wet thinking of it!" Tug. "You deserve all the hugs... warm, wet hugs from a woman you love!" Tug.
"Mama–!" she gasped; her body burned, conscious mind sloughing off into the carnal abyss. She had never hated her penis, but in her desperation to fit in she'd suppressed any Sapphic kindling, insisting she was straight and giving such fantasies a wide berth. For if she crossed that line, admitted her friends were viable partners, she might wreck their relationship with an ill-conceived proposition. Now, here was a woman, a beautiful woman, knowing who and what she was and all but offering herself to Lana's forbidden sex. Emboldened by her mother's own teasing, the treasonous temptation bared itself full-force: she pictured it, yearned for it, those plush netherlips glistening with desire, the hot, quivering passage wanting to be filled... filled by her..!
Roza seemed to read her thoughts. "You are blessed, Svetlana," she murmured, "To know what pleases a woman, and how to deliver her pleasure. And you should know that your mother is a silly, horny, wicked girl who should be greatly pleased to feel her sex stretch around her daughter's cock..." Tu-u-ug. The teen panted, struggling to hold her goddess's gaze; she teetered on the precipice, cheeks burning as Mom's confession danced with her own churning sin. The sapphire pools glowed with playful love, her own shaft beating and oozing against Lana's leg... but there was also something shy in the older woman's smile, a hint that beneath her suave façade Mama also felt guilty voicing her desires. And that, perhaps, was the clearest proof they could be honest with each other: knowing they were shaming themselves and yet sallying forth anyway. "Would you like that, Dochen'ka?" her voice fell to a whispering purr, "To paint my walls white with your sweet seed?"
"Yes! Yes..! YES!" Her cry crescendoed to a scream as with a tender rub of her crown, she finally exploded. Roza tipped her member up, and the first shot was so strong it landed between the bottom of her breasts as femcum spat over her inner thighs. Marinated in carnality, Lana barely had the strength to buck against her mother's grip; she managed a couple more pitiful strands before her shaft began to ache from an empty chamber, but the edging had paid its interest and she cooed as an even more scintillating satisfaction flowed through her, continuing to pulse hard even as her cunt relaxed into the post-coital calm. Heaving, whimpering, she smiled wanly as Roza's clean hand stroked her sweat-slick forehead, narrowed eyes mirroring the grin on her own lips. That's it, she thought, Now she knows. Her prim, humble Zolottsye is a perverted beast who wants to fuck her own mother. And yet even as her dick shrank out of Mama's grip, the warm, firm pulse against her hip, the hard nub poking her breast reminded her that Roza was equally enthusiastic to be fucked by her daughter. If I don't have her fuck me first–!
Thumb and finger tickled her foreskin, gathering the virile dribble before a third digit traced over her belly to scoop up the rest. Roza licked the gooey offering slowly and sensuously, before closing her eyes and tipping her head back in a showy swallow that made her daughter's clit twitch in dazed excitement. Wriggling her near arm behind Lana's shoulders, she rolled in for a kiss—the teen giggled as the taste of fresh cum—her cum!—tickled her mouth as she met the warm, soft press of her goddess's lips. Mom's hand slid over her breast while she reached for Roza's waist, and the two women shuffled onto their sides to face each other in a naked embrace, legs entwining, the brunette's cock pressing firm and needy against the blonde's gut, its counterpart pulsing feebly, utterly spent.
Roza's hand glided around to her daughter's back as they finally broke the kiss, sighing giddily. "No more secrets," she cooed.
"No more secrets," Lana concurred.
"You must promise me that whenever I inspire your fantasies, no matter how absurd or embarrassing, you'll share them with me."
"I promise, Mama."
"And I," she leaned in to nudge noses, "Will tell you whenever you inspire me. We'll figure the rest out from there," she smirked, prompting a giggle as she gave Lana's ass a tender squeeze. "It's a wide world, and one day you'll find a partner worthy of your trust. Until then... I'm happy to play the understudy." Craning upwards, she kissed her daughter's forehead. "I love you, Zolottsye. With all my heart."
"I love you too, Mom," Lana drew in tighter, "With all my heart... and all my body!"
The older woman chuckled. "All our bodies, indeed!"
Closing her eyes, the gyermafrodit teen snuggled in cheek-to-cheek with her mother. Even as their sweaty musk filled her lungs, stiff nipples and a throbbing penis pressed against her naked skin, she felt clad in a soothing warmth beyond the lingering afterglow. She was a freak, a pervert, and as today had revealed, insatiably thirsty... but above all else, she was loved.