Mother and Daughter's Loving Display – Isn't It Truly a Sight to Behold?
"Ugh... Do I really have to do this? Even if it's for you, doing lesbian play with Mom feels kinda gross..."
Hyeonju stuck out her tongue in disgust, whining like a brat. It was always the mother's role to discipline such a daughter.
"Don't throw a tantrum like that, dear. How many times do I have to tell you? We're your Oppa’s toilets, so we have to do anything his dick craves. Whining over something this minor just proves you're still sorely lacking in self-awareness as a toilet. Or what? Don't you want Oppa's cock anymore?"
"Eek... That's not it, but..."
Yu-ran wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation either. She hadn't raised her daughter with the same obsessive attention she'd given her son, but she was still her own flesh and blood, born from her womb. Lesbian play with family was bound to stir up some instinctive revulsion.
But such physiological disgust was trivial compared to her son's desires. A mother's instinct was to shove it aside and do whatever would make her son happy.
While the mother steeled her resolve, Hyeonju was still hesitating, unable to commit. Yu-ran sighed at her hopelessly immature daughter's antics. She was young, so it couldn't be helped, but compared to her bold, impressive Oppa, this kid was a total disappointment. Looked like Mom would have to take the lead.
"Hyeonju, open your mouth."
"Ah..."
At her mother's command, Hyeonju's lips parted reflexively. Like a kingfisher snatching a fish, Yu-ran's lips darted forward and violated her daughter's. She grabbed the daughter's flailing arms and pinned her to the floor, wedging her knee between Hyeonju's thighs to prevent any thrashing. If they weren't both women, it would've been worthy of praise as top-tier rape technique.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mm, chup... Puhah...!!"
Whether from lack of mental preparation or sheer desperation to shake her off, Hyeonju struggled fiercely, but a teenage girl's strength was no match for a mature middle-aged woman's. Spoiled and delicate, she had no muscle to speak of, and the positional disadvantage made any comeback impossible.
Ignoring her daughter's struggles, Yu-ran thrust her tongue into the girl's open mouth. Coated in thick saliva, the meaty organ swam inside like a graceful fish. Sensing the intruder, Hyeonju's tongue rose reflexively to push it out, leading to their inevitable sticky entanglement.
"Guh... Mmmph..."
Hyeonju's resistance weakened. Not because her disgust had faded, but because she'd resigned herself to the situation. With the fight dying down, Yu-ran eased the pressure on her arms and focused more on their tongues.
"Hng... Ah... Mmph..."
Yu-ran's tongue gently coiled around her daughter's. It felt so different from her son's – smaller, softer, with a strangely pleasant scent. The girl's sensitive twitches to every tongue and lip movement were adorably cute. As expected from her own daughter, Hyeonju was a proper bitch in looks and nature alike.
But 'Compared to kissing our lovely son, this is nothing special.' It was just a pleasant sensation, nothing more. Not even the thrilling shiver from holding her son's hand. Was there an irreconcilable difference even among the same children?
Just then, Hyeonju's fingers brushed Yu-ran's breast.
"Mm...?"
At first, Yu-ran thought it was just a wandering hand seeking purchase. But feeling those fingers tentatively tease around her nipple and areola, she realized her daughter was trying to pleasure her.
Oppa's order wasn't just to kiss – it was to put on a full lesbian show. Kissing alone would leave him wanting. She had to use her fingers properly too.
'This girl... No matter how she acts, her true nature is a good little toilet.'
Her maternal love for her daughter, overshadowed by her devotion to her son, welled up. Yu-ran didn't hate her child, favoritism aside. To praise her earnest efforts, she slid her own fingers along her daughter's pussy slit, stroking upward softly. She felt the entwined tongues tremble.
What a cute little thing.
Feeling a different thrill from soothing her son's cock, Yu-ran slipped her fingers inside her daughter's pussy, probing for sensitive spots. Connected by blood, they were probably similar. Finding the differences could be fun too.
'Ooh... Mom's fingers... feel so good...'
Meanwhile, Hyeonju felt her heart fill with love for her mother. It was hard to deny the resentment from feeling discriminated against compared to Oppa. But she was still Hyeonju's mom. Those hands pinpointed her favorite spots perfectly – the same ones that had stroked her as a child. Not the mind-melting intensity of Oppa's mere touch, but this gentle, soaking pleasure wasn't bad either, like a drizzle wetting her clothes.
'Can't just receive... gotta give back...'
Hyeonju desperately tried to return the favor, but against her mother's expert techniques as a seasoned meat toilet, she was little more than a virgin. She reacted to every flick of Yu-ran's fingers. Wet sounds emanated from their lips as the fleshy doll was ravished. That was Hyeonju now.
Her desperate caresses barely tickled her mother's nipples – cute, in Mom's eyes.
'This kid...'
She still had a long way to go to become Oppa's perfect toilet. But Yu-ran didn't scold her. Not just because the timing was wrong. As they indulged in lily play, the lingering grudges in Yu-ran's heart melted away, letting her grow more affectionate toward her daughter. Their inner dissatisfactions dissolved through this bodily dialogue.
This was the true essence of yuri space...
"Ooh, nice. Mother-daughter yuri donburi. Mm, whoever cooked this did a damn good job."
The one who'd ordered the yuri donburi seemed plenty pleased with their entanglement. Who wouldn't want to squeeze into those two lewdly intertwined pussies? His cock was already raging skyward, precum dribbling from the tip – a sign his patience was at its limit after holding back from pounding them earlier.
With a loud clap of applause, he drew their attention.
"Alright, prep's done! Time to dig in. Mom, climb right on top of Hyeonju. Stack your pussy on hers like donburi toppings."
"L-Like this?"
Yu-ran draped herself over Hyeonju, who lay flat with legs spread, their plump pussy flesh overlapping. Erect clits ground against each other in the perfect mother-daughter donburi formation.
The engrossed duo turned to see the cock growling at them, and pussy juices flooded from both like mountain streams. Yes, that was it. The one thing lesbian play could never satisfy. They'd spent all this time preparing to get impaled on that cock.
Both throats bobbed. Want to get fucked by that cock soon...'
"S-So, wanna thrust into Mom's pussy first? Plunge into this ripe widow pussy with a squelch♥. Bet it'd taste amazing, right?"
"M-My pussy's good too, Oppa. Thanks to Mom's thorough prep, it's all plump and delicious now?"
With their earlier vows and newfound understanding from the play, they didn't snipe at each other – just pitched their own pussies. Some might say true love means yielding, but that's nonsense. How absurd to yield a pussy to another? Pure fantasy.
Sneering at the pair, Oppa grinned.
"Nah. Not using either pussy."
"...Huh? Then what..."
They trailed off. His cock had wedged right into the spot where their pussies met.
"Not using either. But using both. Gotta pierce through that contradiction to be a real man, right?"
Not that he was piercing a contradiction – just their pussies.