Mom Ravages Her Precious Daughter with the Black Giant Cock
Snooore... Snooore...
A short-haired woman lay sprawled on the sofa, sleeping soundly.
"Nngh... Uh..."
She let out an uncomfortable groan.
"...?"
'The living room...?'
Her eyes fluttered open, and the sight of the TV and balcony left her with a dazed expression.
'Did I sleep in the living room last night...?'
Still groggy from sleep, Ara couldn't quite tell if she'd crashed on the sofa or in her upstairs bedroom.
'...It's morning.'
Ara stared blankly at the light streaming in from the balcony.
"Time to head to work!"
Remembering it was a weekday, she bolted upright.
"Urgh...!!"
To shake off the last of her sleep, she stretched first, sitting on the sofa and scanning her surroundings.
Bubble bubble... The sound of something simmering, accompanied by a delicious aroma.
Chop chop— The rhythmic noise of a knife slicing vegetables drew her gaze to the kitchen.
"Oh! Mom?"
There was her mother, Ayoung, in the kitchen wearing an apron and cooking.
"Oh? Goodness, you're awake?"
Ayoung turned around, spotting Ara on the sofa, and greeted her with a bright smile.
"Mom... Did I sleep on the sofa last night?"
"Hmm... You went upstairs at first, I think. Maybe you came down for water and dozed off here?"
"I don't remember clearly... Maybe I did it half-asleep..."
Ara scratched her head, looking puzzled.
"Anyway! You'll be late for the hospital. I laid out some clothes for you there, so hurry up, wash, change, and get ready for breakfast, my princess."
Ara glanced at the sofa armrest, where her nurse uniform was neatly folded, just as Ayoung said.
'Not too late yet.'
"Got it, Mom..."
She checked the clock and started to stand to wash up.
Rattle rattle rattle—...!
"Wha—what?!"
Suddenly, as she stood, her legs and waist trembled uncontrollably, rooting her in place.
'M-my legs and waist... no strength?!'
Wobble—!
"Kyaa...!"
Unable to hold herself up, Ara began to topple.
Whoosh—!
"Daughter?! Are you okay?"
"M-Mom..."
Ayoung, who had been in the kitchen moments ago, was suddenly at her side, grabbing her arm.
"Does it hurt anywhere?"
With a worried face, Ayoung helped her sit back on the sofa and asked.
"S-something's wrong, Mom! My lower body's got no strength...!"
Ara looked at her thighs in panic and replied.
"Hmm... Maybe you strained your back sleeping on the sofa? No good. I'll call the hospital and say you're taking the day off."
"Huh?! N-no! It might just be temporary, no need to—"
"You! You've been working so hard lately, your body's just exhausted... Our girl needs to rest, right?"
Ayoung placed her hands on her hips, her expression stern.
Twitch... Twitch... Ara glanced at her legs spasming again.
"O-okay. But I'll make the call myself, Mom. I'm not a kid anymore..."
"Alright. I'll grab your phone from upstairs then. Just sit tight."
"Sure~"
Ayoung headed upstairs to Ara's room where her phone was.
Creeeak— Creeeak— Creeeak— The wooden stairs groaned under her steps.
Creeeak... They stopped midway.
Thud—...!
As if her strength gave out, Ayoung leaned against the wall.
"...!!"
Her face, which had smiled kindly at her daughter moments ago, now paled with anxiety as she bit her nails.
"It's fine... Everyone's like that the first time, right? It'll pass soon... Just a bit."
She muttered to herself, nodding repeatedly, before finally retrieving the phone from Ara's room and coming back down.
"Yes, doctor... I'm not feeling well today, so..."
After the call to the hospital.
"Mmm~ This side dish is delicious! New one?"
"Thought our Ara would like it."
"Mom's the best!"
They ate breakfast together.
"You sure you can handle washing up alone?"
"I can walk now, don't worry~"
Ara's condition had improved a bit; she headed to the bathroom with an awkward gait.
"..."
Ayoung watched her daughter's back, wanting so badly to offer to wash her herself—but in her current state, she couldn't enter the bathroom with Ara.
Clatter— Clatter—
'Because of me... Ara...'
Even as she ran water for the dishes, guilt gnawed at Ayoung relentlessly.
What if something was wrong with her daughter Ara's body?
That was because she had... violated her own daughter's body.
Crash..!
"Ahh...!"
A plate slipped from her hands; Ayoung hurriedly fetched a broom and dustpan to clean the shards.
Her expression remained dark and gloomy as she swept.
But deep in her lowered abdomen's crotch...
Twitch-..! Twitch-..!
The male organ, catching the female scent, trembled wildly inside its chastity cage.
'Because of me... Ara...'
Twitch—! Twitch—!
Guilt over her incestuous sin clashed violently with surging sexual desire inside Ayoung.
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Whoosh—
"Haa..."
Ara rinsed her glossy, translucent skin under the shower.
Modest breasts fitting perfectly in one hand, pale pink nipples.
From her slim waist to her lean thighs... Unlike her voluptuous mother Ayoung, daughter Ara had a slender, athletic build.
Flawless, spotless skin, and her pubic hair completely shaved—giving off an even more forbidden allure.
"Huh..?"
As she washed around her belly, Ara spotted faint red stretch marks on her pale skin and blinked in confusion.
"What the...?"
Scrub scrub— She rubbed with her fingers, but the red lines wouldn't fade.
"N-no way! Stretch marks?!"
As an OB-GYN nurse who'd seen countless pregnant bellies, Ara instantly recognized the marks on her abdomen.
"But... I haven't gained any weight...?"
She stared at her flat stomach, bewildered by the sudden appearance.
But the strangeness wasn't limited to her belly.
Twitch.. Twitch..
From the tight slit of her Y-zone mound below her navel...
Spurt.. Drip drip..-
"Nngh..?"
...A thick white fluid leaked out, trickling down Ara's thighs.
Squelch..
"...Discharge?"
Seeing the sticky mass in her groin reflected in the mirror, Ara muttered in shock.
As a nurse, she knew excessive vaginal discharge signaled poor feminine health.
"I used cleanser... I take good care of it... Maybe from all the fatigue lately...?"
Frowning slightly, she sprayed water from the shower and wiped her vulva.
Drip—..!
"No..! How much discharge is this?!"
...But no matter how much she washed, the white fluid kept oozing from her pussy.
Normal discharge didn't come out like this.
Squelch-.. Squelch-..
And what was leaking from Ara's pussy now wasn't discharge at all.
-Pssshhh—!!
Last night in the bathroom, Ara's belly had been squeezed repeatedly by Ayoung's arm strength, forcing out massive loads into her pussy.
- This should... be back to normal now, right?
Ayoung had thought she'd wrung out all the semen, gazing at Ara's now-flat belly.
Gurgle—..! Gurgle-...!
But inside Ara's shrunken womb, semen that hadn't been expelled through the cervix filled it to the brim.
"Should I get checked by the doctor...?"
If Ara had even once scooped some fluid and smelled it, the pungent male stench would have revealed it wasn't discharge—but semen.
"Ugh... seriously! I wipe and wipe, but it keeps...! Haa."
Never suspecting semen could leak from her virgin pussy, Ara just rinsed it away with the shower each time it dripped.
Whoosh—
But no amount of water could cleanse one spot.
Twitch-..!
Her quivering lower abdomen's red mass—the womb.
Gurgle-... Gurgle-..
The honey-thick semen filling it circulated, retaining its warmth.
Swish—-...!
Futanarian sperm, 2-3 times larger than normal, with drill-shaped heads and long tails, swam through the semen waves.
Shwoosh—-!
Racing down the fallopian tube.
Twitch— Twitch—- Her ovary in ovulation released a trembling egg.
Pierce—!! Twitch..!!
It impaled it mercilessly, fertilizing it in an instant!
"Hng~ Hngh-."
Whoosh-...!
Oblivious that she'd been impregnated by her own mother's sperm, Ara finished washing her body.
"Gotta go... Oh right."
She paused as she went to step out wrapped in a towel.
"Mom'll nag again..."
Remembering Ayoung's scoldings about being careless naked or in just a towel, Ara dried off completely, slipped into pink pajamas, and left the bathroom.
Vrrr—.. She blow-dried her hair.
Step step— Back to the living room.
'Mm... Coffee smell?'
A fragrant coffee aroma tickled her nose.
Following it, she saw two cups on the counter wall between kitchen and living room, at waist height.
"Wha—what?! A-Ara..!"
And Ayoung, visibly flustered.
'What's up with her...?'
It felt a bit off, but Ara's craving for something sweet overrode it.
"Mom, can I have this one?"
She reached for one of the cups.
Swish-!
Ayoung swatted it aside just before her hand touched.
"This...! Drink this one."
"Huh? It's the same thing..."
"I just poured hot water, so that one's warmer."
Ayoung swapped the cup Ara had reached for.
'Mom's acting weird...'
Something felt off in more ways than one, but trusting Ayoung completely, Ara hooked her finger into the offered cup.
"Thanks, Mom. Cheers."
She took it to the sofa.
"Yeah..."
Ayoung watched her go, replying in a trembling voice.
Clink... Near her feet rolled the broken metal buckle of the chastity cage.
Creak—! Creak—!
The front of her white apron bulged outward in a curve.
Ara sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and sipped her coffee.
"Hnnngh.. Uuuh..!"
Shiver.. Shiver..
Ayoung's pupils trembled, lips clenched; she couldn't even control her expression as she stared piercingly at Ara.
The moment Ara woke and started moving, memories of last night—ravaging her body—flooded back, desire rising steadily...
'Ara... Ara's body...! Just like last night...!'
When Ara went to shower, Ayoung had peeked through the slightly ajar door at her washing daughter without realizing.
Creak—!! Clink—!
As it hardened, the chastity cage's buckle snapped open—Ayoung realized.
Creak..! Creak..!
Once a cock tastes female pussy, it only softens inside one.
'Hurry... Drink it quick...!'
The guilt from seeing Ara nearly collapse earlier that morning? Completely gone from her mind.
Ayoung fiddled with the XXL condom inside her apron, eyes on the sofa.
"Yawwn... So weird... Getting sleepy...?"
Having finished the coffee, Ara yawned hugely, slumping drowsily against the sofa.
Slump..
"Nngh..."
Her head lolled to the side.
"Ara..? Hey, Ara?"
Ayoung called from the kitchen several times.
No response.
"She's... fully asleep, right...?"
Ayoung cautiously stepped out from the kitchen.
Bulge..!! Bulge..!!
First to emerge past the wall: the erect cock's shape, glans to shaft, vividly outlined under the white apron fabric.
"A... Ara? Ara...?"
Step step— Calling her daughter's name repeatedly, Ayoung approached the sleeping Ara, leading with her throbbing erection.