Second Story - Mom Ravages Her Precious Daughter with the Black Monstrosity
Twitch—...! Twitch—...!
"Hooook...! Ook...!"
Leaning against the living room sofa, her body trembling as she spread her own thighs wide with her hands—that female form.
Slosh—...! Slosh—...!
From the sticky, squelching warm hole between those legs... —Shluuuuuurk—!
"Hiiik...!!"
The long black cock, its erection finally fading, slid out in one long pull.
—Plop—!
"Aaak...!" Twitch—...!
As the thick glans popped free, her splayed pelvis snapped shut with elastic force. Twitch—...! Twitch—...! Drip... drip...!
Ara's pink pussy hole, stretched to the girth of the shaft, quivered and leaked thick cream-like semen.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting roughly, Ayoung stood there, her black prick—drenched white in semen and juices—dripping milky fluid in heavy drops.
What the hell... happened?
Harboring intense doubt, she gazed at her half-unconscious daughter, Ara.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—! Slap-! Slap-! Slap-! Spank-! Spank-! Spank-! Spank-!
From Ara's room on the second floor, down the stairs, into the master bedroom, and finally the living room—the trail of frenzied sex acts that had raged through the house.
—Aaaang—!! Master! Master! Pound Ara's pussy so hard—!! I love Master's king cock so much—...!!
Ara had panted like a madwoman, screaming vulgar words and making obscene gestures unimaginable from her usual self.
—Hiiik—! Mommy's cock is throbbing inside my pussy again—!! It's gonna fill my womb with cum from that mega beast again—! Higiik—...!!
From midway through, Ara had started using the word "mommy" in her moans.
The onahole personality never called me mommy...?
The onahole version of Ara retained language and learning ability but had no general knowledge or memories. Naturally, Ayoung had never once told her "you're an onahole" or "I'm your mom," so the chance of her calling her mommy was zero.
Yet here she was, calling her "mommy" mid-fuck.
"No way..."
Ayoung's mind flashed to one horrifying possibility.
"Hee... heeeut... uuut... ut...!"
Spurt—! Blorp—...!
That the debauched bitch in front of her—legs spread, pussy gaping, spurting cum in her stupor—might actually be her real daughter, Ara.
No way...! Ara...! My daughter couldn't be such a filthy cumdump...!
Ara had always been dutiful, obedient to her mom's words—a good girl. She couldn't possibly show such a base, indistinguishable-from-an-onahole side. Ayoung shook her head in denial.
Grind...! Grind—...!
But contrary to her grave expression, the cock between her legs—despite the massive ejaculation—was already straining with veins, trying to harden again just from that taboo thought.
"Gotta clean up first... No telling when she'll wake."
Yet dread bloomed at the idea that she'd just fucked not an onahole, but her real daughter. Ayoung shoved aside any thought of more sex, scooped up the fainted Ara, and began the cleanup.
"Ehehe... mo...mmy..."
Ayoung's face darkened as she looked down at Ara mumbling in her sleep, eyes rolled back.
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Whoosh—...
After washing Ara clean.
Spurt—! Spurt—!
And squeezing out as much cum as possible from that pussy.
Whoosh—! Hiss—! Hiss—!
Ayoung headed back upstairs to the balcony, spraying fresh bedsheets and deodorizer to erase every trace.
Swish—! Swish—!
Having done this countless times, her cleanup skills rivaled a professional corpse disposal team's—flawless and swift.
Swish.
Finally, she dressed Ara properly, tucked her in, closed her staring eyes, and...
Creeeak—click.
Quietly left the room and descended the stairs to the first floor.
With her lust sated, it was time to return to her housewife self.
First, back to my room for clothes...
She'd bathed while cleaning Ara, but still naked since she hadn't dressed, so she headed to the master bedroom first.
"Wait. How much sleeping pills are left...?"
Recalling how she'd hastily grabbed the pill packet earlier and slammed the drawer shut, Ayoung...
Slide—.
Crouched and opened the top drawer.
Piles—...
Condom boxes and pill packets inside, just as before.
"Huh?"
But between the packets, the white edge of the instruction manual poked out.
Did it fall out when I grabbed the pills...?
Thinking that, she started sorting the packets by type.
Huh? The manual was under everything... No way pulling the top packet would bring up the bottom one, right?
"...!"
Ayoung's eyes widened in realization, gripping the open drawer as she sank into deep thought.
A normal person might brush it off, but in the underworld, any disarray in your organized things meant intruders.
Slide—! Slide—!
Influenced by Alex Parker, Ayoung took even this minor mess seriously and checked every drawer in the dresser.
Click—!
Closing them, she realized:
"It's gone. The pink dildo disappeared."
The prostate toy she'd bought was missing.
Who would take it...?
Only Arthur, herself, and Ara came into this house. But Arthur, who sold such things, had no reason to steal one.
Whoosh—...!
Ayoung shot up, still naked, and...
Thud-thud-thud—!
Raced up the stairs.
Creeeak—!
She carefully opened the door she'd closed earlier, confirmed Ara was asleep, then...
Slide—! Slide—!
Rifled through the desk drawers and nightstand in Ara's room.
Not here... Was I wrong?
On second thought, Ara had no reason to take it either.
"..."
But an inexplicable instinct drew her gaze under the bed where Ara lay.
Just check there last...
Swallowing dryly, Ayoung lowered herself to peer beneath.
The bag... and that...!
There, in the dark space: a black plastic bag and the pink dildo.
Swish—...!
"Why the hell is this here...?"
She pulled out the black bag and pink dildo, muttering in disbelief.
Sniff-sniff...
Pussy juices...
Smelling the dildo confirmed it'd been used.
Rustle—!
And this... the green tea I brewed for Ara...!
She verified the sponge inside and wet tissue clump reeked of the tea leaves she'd prepared.
"..."
Ayoung stood holding the dildo and open bag, face grim as she stared at sleeping Ara.
Silence hung for a moment.
Swish...
Then she tucked it all back under the bed as found, tied the bag...
Creeeak—click.
...and quietly left Ara's room.
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Two days passed since Ara was raped by Ayoung in full consciousness.
"Heehee—..."
Ara descended the second-floor stairs with excited steps, a smile playing on her lips.
Where's Mom...?
Glancing around for Ayoung, she spotted her preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
"...There you are?"
Slurp...
She licked her lips like savoring a taste, then...
"Mommy~"
Tap-tap—!
Rushed to Ayoung at the counter.
Wobble—...! Wobble—...! Squeeze—...!
Her lower half: black lace panties strained over overflowing hip and ass flesh, stretched into a triangular grip.
Slosh—...! Slosh—...!
Atop her massive full-term belly, milk-swollen tits rested, cleavage fully exposed—only sheer black lace bra cupping the nipples and undersides.
bulge—...!
Her pregnancy-swollen nipples poked prominently through the fabric.
Lewd female allure poured from her body, fat with flesh on tits, ass, and belly—unbefitting a pregnant woman.
Haa...! Haa...!
Ara was in full heat.
Mommy... your mighty cock...
First violated by a male shaft thicker than her arm, slathered in aphrodisiac cum—Ara had tasted female bliss from toe to tip.
Twitch—...! Twitch—...!
Plus the futanarian baby in her womb pumping potent male pheromones, boosting her ovaries' output and spiking her libido...
Squish—...!
"Whatcha making, Mommy~?"
Ara pressed tight to Ayoung's side, grinding her belly, womb, and tits against her ribs and arm.
"Y-You...! What kind of getup is that? Just panties and a bra... underwear only!"
Ayoung squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to feel Ara's flesh, and yelled.
Squish—...! Squish—...!
"Ahng— It's just us girls at home, Mommy and me. What's the problem? Heehee."
Ara's eyes dripped seduction, voice laced with nasal lust, ending in a sultry chuckle.
Compared to three days ago, she seemed like a different person.
Already... I can smell Mommy's male musk. She's holding back just like me...!
Squelch—...! Squelch—...!
"Haa... haa..."
Ara's panties soaked sticky from the faint male tang wafting off Ayoung.
Hurry...! I wanna taste Mommy's black male cock so bad...
Knowing cock's flavor had changed Ara completely.
Ara reeks of a bitch in heat...!
Ayoung couldn't ignore it.
Throb—...! Throb—...! Grind...!
Her black beast, pent-up for two days, raged erect under her apron, demanding pussy.
She desperately wanted to ravage the bitch right beside her—Ara.
But...
Ara knows everything... She's testing me, trying to see if I can stay her mom...!
Having realized Ara saw her dump the drugged tea and was playing along, Ayoung couldn't rape her daughter carefree.
"I'm holding a knife—it's dangerous! Back off a bit."
"Hng... Okayyy."
Mom resisted the temptation, refusing to pounce.
Still... after this much teasing, she'll drug my food, right? My pervy mom who raped and knocked up her own daughter.
"Heehee—"
Ara pictured the bliss to come and said:
"Mommy! Eat in my room, so bring a plate up, 'kay?"
She flashed a bright smile and headed upstairs.
Creeeak—click.
Inside her room, she immediately...
"Gotta strip underwear first for easy fucking~?"
Click—pop.
Off with the bra—
Sliiiide—...
Then panties down her legs.
Drool—!
Sticky pussy strings stretched from her crotch to the panty gusset sliding down soft thighs.
Whoosh—!
"Haa... Look at me, so worked up?"
She eyed the drenched transparent patch on the black lace hooked on her finger.
Squelch—! Squelch—!
"Nngh... uh...— ungh—!"
One hand's fingers probed her sopping hole, drawing moans.
"Nooo... can't! Mommy's coming soon. Gotta fake sleep and wait~ Heehee..."
Ara kicked her undies and wet panties under the desk, climbed into bed, pulled up the covers, and lay down.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Come in! Not sleeping!"
Creeeak—...
"Brought fried rice..."
"Anything from Mommy's perfect! Heehee."
Ayoung entered hesitantly with the plate; Ara, food-indifferent, yanked covers to her chin and beamed.
"I'll leave it here... Bring the plate down or I'll come get it."
"Got it. I'll eat every bite~?"
"Yeah... good."
Ara's beaming reply drew a wry smile from Ayoung, who stood, turned, and left.
Click—!
Door shut.
Sorry, Mommy, but...
Rustle—! Plop-plop—...!
Ara dumped the fried rice into her prepared bag, tied it...
Toss—!
...into the trash.
Whoosh—!
She'll come soon...!?
"Hope she hurries... ahng...!"
She lay waiting for the "stud" Ayoung to harden up and arrive.
Scraaape—scraaaape—
But one hour passed, then two.
What...?
Three, four... into the night.
Whoosh—!
"Why...! Why?!"
Squelch—! Squelch—! Squelch—!
Sitting up, thighs spread, fingering her pussy in frustration...
"Why won't she come?! Haaang...!"
Ara screamed, face flushed red with unmet need.
Grind—! Grind—!
Throb—!!
"Hah...! Hah...!"
Meanwhile, in Ayoung's room.
I have to hold back...! Ara's giving me a chance... to be her mom...!!
"Huff...! Huff...!"
Ayoung lay stroking her towering black cock up and down.
Squelch—! Squelch—!
"Haa...! Haak...!"
Mommy's huge mighty cock...! I need cock...!
Upstairs, the daughter.
Throb—! Throb—!
"Huff...! Huff...!"
Ara's pussy... wanna shove it in Ara's pussy...!
Downstairs, the mother.
Two beasts in heat, trapped in one house.