Proposed by Mom at the Mall

This is a sequel to Knocked by Mom at the Prom. And if you know anything about that work, then you know that this will have futanari and social anxiety in both a masochistic and sadistic context.

That said, enjoy!

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Rena moaned as the thick silky cloth glided across her shaft.

The black milf had her ass parked down on the edge of her bed, her legs spread wide to allow her left hand to wrap a bra around her turgid cock. It was a bra, the sweat and skin oil that had soaked into the cloth was still there.

Still smelling of her.

Rena made a sandwich out of her dick, using both cups to properly cover her shaft. She pumped the cloth along her black futa dick as she breathed deeply of another private garment with her right hand.

They were panties. Not Rena's, of course, though she was certainly amazing enough for some old-fashioned narcissism. But her hungers didn't run in that direction.

No, the panties were also hers. And they were also used.

Musk from a pussy that had rubbed into the cloth for a whole day went into her lungs and made the older black woman moan. Musk from a urethra and from a delicious anus that she still longed to touch maximized the feelings that she felt in her cock.

It made her female testicles lurch. It made her own pussy into mush.

Just the pregnancy hormones in the cloth alone made her want to cu-

"MOM!" Her dear daughter, the lone girl that she loved most in the world as well as the lone individual she lusted after the most. The onyx beauty that her own womb had developed and that she had raised on her lonesome.

The perfect lay.

Her favorite victim.

Her future baby mama.

Her just-graduated daughter, Keisha, broke into her room.

At 5 months pregnant, the previously cute modest bust that she had possessed has started swelling into something more...proper for feeding Rena's children and grandchildren. Just her nipples alone looked positively chewable~

Her thighs and waist had also started to expand with her midriff, quickly invalidating her old clothes and any new ones that she bought with adorable regularity.

She had let her hair grow, letting it turn into a small but beautiful afro that Rena quite liked, as the teenager settled down for life after high school.

That's right, she had graduated.

And Rena still had the photos! Oh, she looked so cute with that belly of hers that was just starting to show!

And here she was now, looking as though she was about to get into a slap fight with her.

"How many times are you going to do this?" Keisha growled as she marched up.

And snatched the panties from her hand.

"I used this all day long yesterday!" Her delicious daughter clenched the undergarments in her hand, "Aren't you disgusted?"

"Not when they are yours hon," The older black woman smiled at her daughter.

"For fuck's sake," Keisha ground out as she also made to snatch her bra from Rena's cock.

Rena let her; The feeling of her fingers brushing against her pole sent delicious shivers down her spine.

"And you are still getting off!" Keisha screeched as she threw her hands in the air, her swelling stomach stretching in interesting ways.

"You say that as if you haven't seen worse," Rena purred, if for no reason that she knew that it would trigger her daughter, "Or done worse."

Her daughter fixed her with a glare while not, Rena noticed, being disgusted by the garments that she had been using to masturbate.

"Because, you know, if you wanted me to stop using your undies," Rena said with a lascivious smile, "All you'd have to do is come here and...give me a hand."

Rena chuckled as her daughter's eyes couldn't help but go down and look at her cock.

She saw how she twitched.

She heard her heart start beating faster.

She felt her breathing get quicker.

But alas, it was not to be.

"Stay out of my things!" Keisha closed her eyes, and turned around, slamming the door to Rena's room as she exited.

Rena eyed her closed door as the angry steps of her daughter took her to her room, leaving Rena thoroughly unsatisfied.

Sighing, the older woman started stroking her shaft up and down, using the way Keisha gripped Rena's masturbation aids to, finally, drive herself to a blue-ball-avoiding peak.

Ever since their prom date, things had been like this.

An incredible and fantastic night had eventually faded to the reality of what is it that they had done, and her poor daughter reacted the only way a young girl with bad self-esteem could have: She panicked.

She had blamed Rena for having destroyed her social life. She said she could no longer look people in the eye. She claimed that everyone talked about it and wouldn't even approach her.

It sounded to Rena like Keisha had been having a good time.

Being that she was graduating, it was too late to ingrate herself in any cliques. Being that she was about to leave school forever, there was no one there who she had to make any good impressions on any furtherer. Being that she didn't lose any of her actual friends, and this Rena knew for a fact, the silence of those who would not say good things about her anyway should have been a good thing.

But then, that had been Rena's mistake; Even after giving people an unforgettable show, Keisha still cared about other people and their meaningless opinions too much.

Which meant that Rena had not done enough.

Even now, after 5 months, Rena wondered whether or not she should get it over with and rape her daughter.

Because unlike just about anyone that she'd ever been attracted to, her daughter was the sort of person who would immensely enjoy that. In many ways, Keisha was almost as pathetic as her father had been, being both too self-aware for their own good and lacking in standards that other people set out for them. It was stupid of course, but that was the sort of thing that got Rena going so she wouldn't change it for the world.

No, the difference was that Keisha was the sort of girl who, deep down, could derive enjoyment from that. Rena had seen it and, in that night where she had knocked her daughter up with her own grandchildren, she had proved it.

Because, as mad as she had gotten with the liberties that Rena had taken, as much as their relationship had been on the verge of shattering, as much as Keisha had blamed Rena for her misfortunes, Keisha had not, not even once, said anything about the public fucking session they had done.

She had never asked for apologies for it. Never been mad about it. Never had anything bad to say about it. And when she had turned up pregnant, their relationship almost broke...but only because of how it would reflect on her at school, to their family, and generally others.

It's why Rena constantly brought it up. Why she tried pushing it. Because every time she did so, she saw the doubt in her daughter's eyes. She saw her remembering how it had all felt.

Without hating it.

Keisha had not even considered aborting their child even once. She, as far as Rena could tell, wasn't even particularly mad with their little incestuous bun.

Just with her.

When this was precisely the sort of thing they both needed.

There was no doubt in Rena's mind; Keisha was it. Her own daughter was the most perfect woman possible for her. She had at long last found the woman she would spend the rest of her life in the own person that she had readied from a baby.

It was poetic that only something she made could measure up to her needs.

But...no. Rena would not be raping her daughter. Not when she could set their relationship on a more...enthusiastic track.

And so, the older black woman pulled out a cell phone.

"Hello?" The person on the other line answered, their number being one of the first that Rena felt she had to call.

"Hey, are you Crystal?" Rena asked.

"Who is this?" One of her daughter's friends asked, although they already sounded suspicious.

Good.

"It's Rena, Keisha's mom," The black woman replied and thoroughly enjoyed the moment of shocked silence that followed.

"H-how can I help you?" The girl on the other of the line managed to ask.

"Oh honey, you look so cute in those," Rena told Keisha as she entered her home. Her daughter was wearing nothing but her pajamas, but they were the ones she owned before she got pregnant and were now stretched to their utmost.

"Goddamn, it mom," Keisha grumbled as if her evening had been ruined, a plate of food laying on her lap as she sat on a couch watching tv.

"No really," Rena giggled as her daughter's cute tummy stuck out of her shirt, "It's just a pity that we are going to need to get you new ones soon."

"I am fine," Keisha's jaw clicked.

"But for how long hon?" Rena said as she walked through the entrance and into the house, letting her daughter stew in her own silence.

Rena had been doing this for months now, knowing full well that her daughter enjoyed Rena's positive reinforcement despite herself. So she had been heaping mountains of it...with increasing caveats.

The result was that her daughter had sort of gone into denial.

She behaved as if she wasn't pregnant despite otherwise acknowledging the reality. She wore clothing that did nothing to hide it and, therefore, did a lot to emphasize it. She did things that a pregnant woman shouldn't be doing, but, well, none of it was dangerous, so Rena was happy to let her.

It, after all, was a pretty good setup for what Rena had planned.

And just as she was putting the briefcase down in her room, her cell phone sounded.

"Hello?" She quickly answered.

"Sup' bitch," The voice of one of her cousins quickly came out and the older woman couldn't help but giggle along, "You left a message. What do I know to tell the folks?"

"Well, does anyone know that Keisha is pregnant?" Rena asked her.

"Yeah, we heard something about that. Kind of a shame, Keisha didn't seem the type to," Her cousin sighed on the other end, "But then, I guess she takes after you there."

"Well, I need something from all of you," Keisha started telling her as her smile spread.

She had planned this out a few months ago and, soon enough, it would bare fruit.

"Honey, have you seen my panties?" Rena asked her daughter as she brought her clean laundry to the living room.

It was a dishonest question; Rena had put her panties in Keisha's dirty laundry basket...along with some of her daughter's panties that she had used to masturbate. They had been semen glazed.

"They are over there," Keisha, instead of getting mad, offhandedly pointed at a basket in the living room.

And, indeed, it held Rena's panties. As well as the ones she had cummed in, now clean and folded.

It made her want to giggle.

Her daughter was so silly.

Rena well knew how horny pregnancy hormones could make a woman, but her daughter would rather go into denial than admit that she had needs. It made little moments like these all the more precious.

"Oh and you washed them, thanks hon," Rena cooed as she picked her undergarments up.

"Yeah, whatever," Keisha grunted as she kept looking at the tv. College wasn't far away, but Rena knew that her daughter had already filled in everything that she had to. She wasn't worried about her being too lazy.

And now was the time to see how things were progressing.

"Do you want me to organize your clothes?" Rena asked her and she saw how much her daughter tensed up.

They had been fighting for months about Rena taking her undergarments to please herself without asking.

And yet...

"Suuure," Rena's duty cooly said, and Rena felt like throwing a fist in triumph.

Her daughter didn't like her things being messed with, but the mother rather doubted she wanted Rena to stop altogether. It was why she had begun to leave sex-soaked garments for her to do whatever Keisha pleased on her own lonesome.

Like mother, like daughter she said.

It was why turning Rena's proposals for more intimacy down was so silly; It wasn't like Keisha didn't want it.

But well, Rena would not begrudge her daughter what sense of self-worth she had.

She would just have to destroy it~

"Hello?" Another voice at the end of the line asked as Rena dialed it up, carrying baskets of clothing through the house all the while.

"Hello, hmm, Mr. Mel was it?" Rena inquired. She had asked around who her daughter admired. Well, besides Rena herself that was. Apparently, a few teachers came to mind.

As did a college undergrad currently finishing his course by helping kids out at the school.

Like her daughter.

"Yes, but who is this?" Rena could feel the man in the line frown.

"Oh, I am Keisha's mother," Rena answered.

"Ah. Yes, hello. Nice to meet you, ma'am, your daughter's a good girl," Mr. Mel answered, automatically going professional, "I believe she graduated though? Oh, and congratulations on the pregnancy. Never got to tell her that."

"Well, you might get the chance," Rena started to say as her plan kept on rolling.

In the end, all it had taken Rena to convince her daughter to come with her to the mall to get a complete makeover was a single comment.

"Honey, you are letting yourself go."

It was the first outright negative comment that Rena had given her since she made wild public love to her, and it had left her daughter paralyzed.

"I-I am ok," Keisha ground her teeth, and Rena couldn't help but see how adorable her daughter going on the defensive looked.

"Oh, you always manage to look good regardless of how you are," Rena added in a bit of positive reinforcement back, but oh she had already tainted it: Her daughter didn't look convinced!

"You know what honey, if you are comfortable that way, you do you," Rena backtracked but it was already too late.

"Now wait just a second!" Her daughter turned on her, the aggression that she had been cultivating against Rena coming out, "What do you mean letting myself go? I am doing great!"

"You sure are hon," Rena didn't fight her, "I like the way your pregnant belly hangs out."

Keisha opened her mouth to retort.

But closed it as she looked down at herself.

And the pregnant stomach that her shirt hadn't managed to go over.

"...why me," She breathed out and, like a switch, went from aggressive to depressed in an instant.

Ah, delicious pregnancy hormones.

"Honey, honey, you look good, honest" Rena consoled her as her daughter honest to goodness cried~

"Y-you just say that because it's yours," Keisha railed and oh if there was a fantastic time for some good old pity fucking...but no, Rena needed more than just a moment of weakness, as fun as taking advantage of those were.

"Honey, honey," Rena petted her daughter. It had been months since Keisha had allowed her to touch her and the feel of her skin felt fabulous, " If you are so worried about it. Why don't we fix it?"

"H-how?" Keisha asked and Rena resisted the urge to lean down and breathe her hair in.

"How about we go down to the mall next week," Rena suggested, "And make you look extra pretty?"

And that is how mother, daughter, and unborn incestuous baby girl all found themselves walking through the mall on the right date.

Things had gone in motion. The calls had been made. People were moving.

And Keisha was walking right by Rena's side.

"So, what do we do first?" Keisha nervously asked, as if she hadn't shown her face out of the house since she graduated. Which was precisely what happened.

"I think we need to change those clothes," Rena opined, critically looking down on her daughter's choice of clothing.

While resisting the urge to try and entwine her fingers with hers.

"But these are my best clothes, what is wrong with them?" Keisha asked, also looking down at herself.

She had blue jeans on that were buckled under a pregnant stomach that dragged out. She had a blouse over a shirt that was unbuttoned and inertly hung on her sides. Her shirt was yellow, made of good cotton, but her bra was by this point too small for her tits and so were visible underneath fabric spread too tight.

In trying to act as if she weren't pregnant, her daughter merely emphasized how pregnant she was.

Her afro was still beautiful and sexy though.

"I mean, I like them," Rena purred, making her daughter flush a little. In embarrassment, she knew, but, ah, well, that was the thing, wasn't it? "But I think we can get you a new set of 'best clothes',"

"Weren't we just going to get new pajamas or whatever?" Keisha grumbled and Rena finally gave in.

She crossed her fingers with hers.

"We'll do that too!" Rena assured her as she started pulling her to the right store, "We'll do everything!"

"R-right," Keisha responded as she was dragged along by her baby futa daddy.

And the results?

"I look like a whore," Keisha said with disbelief at the image in the mirror.

Gone were the jeans. Gone was the blouse. Gone were the shirt and bra.

In their place? A one-piece purple dress.

One whose skirt was so short that Rena's daughter practically needed her panties to avoid public nudity. One that was cut down the middle from the belt at her waist to her shoulders. Her breasts were covered, sure, but the valley in between revealed all of her vanta black cleavages.

And her belly? It nakedly hung out from that cut in the middle.

"You look adorable," Rena cooed, going around and straightening the folds in her dress, "You look so confident, so strong, so pretty."

"Augh, if you say so," Keisha responded as people started to look their way. Rena didn't fail to notice how their eyes all went to Keisha's burgeoning oven.

Or how it made her daughter's cheeks rosy red.

"But seriously, no bra?" She complained as she pointed at the shown goods. And, indeed, her nipples were big enough by this point that they were visible through the cloth of her dress.

"It would ruin the getup," Rena shook her head, "Dear, it's not what you wear, but how you wear it, see?"

"I still think people are going to ask me what my rates are?" Keisha shuttered, shifting on the high heels that Rena had gotten for her.

Oh, Rena certainly would have...

"You know what you need?" The mother asked.

"Something that covers my bits?" The young girl made to cover her dress.

"A make-over!" Rena enthusiastically grabbed her hand and started pulling her along to a salon nearby.

Keisha was so worried about how she looked, that she missed a few of the familiar faces in the crowd in the mall. Familiar faces that were, admittedly, trying to hide.

It was almost time.

But in the meantime...

"What the hell is this!" Keisha screamed as she was brought a mirror, "I really DO look like a whore now!"

She had eyelash extensions on. Large extensions that were excessive to the point of being obvious. She also had mascara on. An absurd amount of mascara in and around her eyes to make them come out. She had purple eye shadows that were of shade that jumped out of her black skin.

The blush that she almost looked unnatural. It was that heavy. Her lips had been painted a deep neon purple that went along with her eye shadow and the color of her dress.

Her nails had gotten extensions too. The same purple shade as her lips. Two gold loops hung from her ears, courtesy of Rena who had stepped out for a second to get them.

And make last-minute changes to the surprise.

Her toes, visible at the tip of her high heels, had also been manicured in the same style as her hands, drawing attention to the eye as they all sent one clear message.

Whore.

"You look amazing Keisha," Rena gushed as the people she had paid to just do as she told them to without saying anything just left her alone with her daughter.

"Wha-are you blind?!" Keisha kept looking at herself in the mirror, looking as though she was going to blow a casket, "I look as-as if I wanted to fuck! As if I were cruising around town for Johns!"