Queen Yavara Ch. 51

"Does my baby-girl love her mommy?" She whispered, her words dripping with tender lust, her face cast in a maternal and lecherous light. Her eyes were lidded heavily as she stared down at me, her lips parted to yield her soft expiring breaths. Her breasts bobbed gently; the nipples so stiff that the dark flesh was prickled.

"Yes!" I mewled, trapped in my paralysis, unable to move. Somehow, the captivity of my flesh made everything even better. I was a helpless baby all over again, and needed my mommy to take care of me. What an exciting dynamic it was. I embraced the role wholeheartedly. Pouting my lips and batting my lashes, I tucked my chin cutely, and said in a baby-voice, "I love my mommy's tight pussy."

Mom giggled, and stooped low. Her arms moved before her, her back curved behind her, and her hair cascaded around her face to curtain us both, isolating us. "And mommy loves her baby-girl's little cock in her tight pussy."

"It's not little!"

"Insecurity is unattractive, Dear." Mom snickered, "You're the perfect fit for my tiny, tight pussy." She chewed on her lip as she backed her fat ass into me, and ground hard. I groaned, and she gasped, tilting her head, her eyes rolling back for a moment. "I never liked large men," she whispered, "only a little cock can hit... can hit... that... spot... just... like... that... oh my god!" She breathed in sharply through her nose, "You can't even move, and you're already better than your father!"

"Don't tell me that!"

She looked down at me, an amused smile creasing her gaping lips. "But when I did, your little cock flexed so hard inside of me." She tutted her pursed lips in faux disapproval, "My baby-girl is getting off to thinking about her daddy fucking her mommy; how shameful." She grinned wickedly, "You really are a little pervert, aren't you?" She dipped low, and gnawed on my chin, "Tell me, my precious little pervert; what would you do right now if Daddy was in this bed with us?"

"You don't want to know."

"Oh, but I do." She whispered into my ear, then poured her tongue after, lathering it with her wriggling wet member until all I could hear was the pleasant wet squelching. Warmth permeated around the strange erogenous zone, creating a pleasurable tingle that traveled down my neck, and up to the base of my skull. Her tight womanhood kept my cock snuggled firmly inside of her as she performed her bizarre oral dance, lining my cartilage with the tip of her tongue, curling around the folds, swirling into the crevasses. I moaned, tilting my head to give her a better angle. She smiled, then mouthed around my entire ear, gently closing her plush lips to fold it.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"You used to like this when you were a baby."

"You did this to me when I was a baby?!"

She quirked her lips around my ear, then popped it free from her mouth, and smiled down at me. "It wasn't sexual, you silly girl."

"It is now." I said, "That's something you have to know about me, Mom. Everything, and I mean everything will be sexualized with me. Nothing is off limits. Nothing."

"Well then, you naughty little hybrid..." Mom grinned, and rolled her lewd muscles up my length, coercing a groan from me, "...are you going to tell me what you'd do to your daddy?"

"I'd fuck him in the ass while he fucked you." I whispered, "I'm make him come inside you, then I'd pull out of him before I busted, and add my gravy to the baby stew. That way, when you got pregnant, it would be like I was the father too."

Mom blinked. "Good god, Elena."

I chewed my lip naughtily, "You asked."

Her lips quirked. "I'm going to have to punish you now, you disgusting girl."

I grinned, and stuck my tongue out. "Do your worst."

She took my hands from my sides, and held them together over my head, pinning me gently. Her body stretched into the position, tilting her pelvis up to slide my cock halfway out of her. Her wet netherlips secreted on my shaft all the way, and clung to my exit in stretching folds of pink flesh, all glistening with her desire. I moaned, and she chuckled, squeezing my wrists in her grip.

"I was never a good disciplinarian," she mused through her sensual breaths, "I just can't hurt people; it's not in my nature. But I can be dominating when I need to be." She raked her fingers through my hair, and created a soft fist. She smiled when I whimpered. "And you can be very submissive, hmm?"

"Yes, Mommy." I whispered, my voice tense with pleasure.

"Is this how it will be between us then?"

"Mmm," I moaned, wiggling beneath her, "for now." I levelled a dangerous stare, and winked, "Someday, your baby-girl's gonna grow up though. Then maybe you'll see another side of me."

She quirked her lips. "I await the day with great anticipation, but for now..." she gently pulled me upright, and planted my face between her tits, "...you're just my helpless baby-girl, and you need Mommy to take care of you."

She cradled my head like I was a newborn, and guided my mouth to her nipple. When I wrapped my lips around it, she mewled with such joy that I knew I'd found one of her week points. It was a vulnerability only reserved for me, the babe who once drank life from her breasts, for she embraced me with such familiar love when I began to suckle, and hummed breathy lullabies. As she sang her lustful, maternal song, she rocked me in her arms, nurturing me, grinding on me, lulling me to a peaceful state in my primal mind, and stoking my carnality all the same. A mother's songful whisper. A lover's breathy whimper. They suffused within her voice as I drew her nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue across the swollen node, pumping with my muzzle like I was nursing from her. She looked down upon me with such love, adoring me with those beautiful blue eyes, doting upon me with her fingers through my hair, caressing the roots so tenderly. She undulated onto my crotch, taking my raging shaft deep into her supple insides, closing around me, embracing me, milking me for all I was worth. Her pussy salivated upon my crotch, her clear nectar stringing from her folds, the fluid smearing between us, hot, sensual, an oil of lust to compel the squelching of my gentle violation.

"That's it, baby-girl," she moaned so softly, "Mommy's got you. Mommy's making you feel so good. Are you going to come for Mommy?"

I nodded with her nipple in my mouth, staring dotingly from the tops of my eyes.

She sniffled, touched beyond reason by the simple gesture. "Mommy wants you to come inside her. Can you do that for me, baby-girl?"

I nodded again. Mom's face lit up in a radiant smile, and she pulled me deeper into her bosom. My muzzle squished into her supple breast, and I closed my eyes, contentedly surrendering to the lust of the woman who'd birthed me. Her thighs squeezed my hips as she rocked back and forth, pressing her succulent ass into my crotch, creating a soft seal of warmth around the center of her penetration. I slid through her like butter, dividing her fleshy insides, penetrating into her wet, spasming swaths until they were contracting around me. Her breath became husky and low; her hands began to grip my head tighter. She mewled as she rocked, the sound nearly mournful, and so needful.

"You're making your mommy come," she whimpered, "you're cock feels so good inside me!" She kissed the top of my head, and held me tight, "You're coming too; I can feel it! Come with me! Give me everything! Oh baby-girl, oh baby-girl, oh... Elena!"

She ground her pelvis down, pivoting and swirling, smearing her juices across my crotch, her soft petals outturning and deforming against me. My cock stirred her insides, stretching her entrance, massaging her spasming inner-flesh until it was fluttering around me, squeezing me, willing me to burst. My eyes flashed wide open, and I stared at her as I nursed from her, suckling and fucking, humming my orgasmic cries as she sang her mournful tune of ascension. She heaved over and over, driving our bodies together, sliding her clinging channel up and down my length until I was pulsating and throbbing wildly inside of her, every inch of my being seeming to rush into my loins, the pressure building, building, building, and bursting! I sputtered against her nipple, my spit slathering her, my body becoming rigid with ecstasy. She clamped around me, and shuddered from head to toe, holding onto me for dear life as tense hisses expired from her lips. So subtle was her orgasm, so suppressed in its expression, but I could feel the raging euphoria that coursed through her, the waves that crashed inside over and over. Finally, she threw back her head, and exalted with a hoarse cry, and my voice joined her until they both waned.

The passion ebbed from me, and while our breaths decelerated, I became gripped with anxiety. Mom wasn't like me. Now that the veil of lust had been lifted, she would realize what she'd done. Cautiously, I lifted my eyes to hers, expecting to see horror writ across her gaze. Instead, I was met with a look of such love that it struck me.

"Amazing," she whispered, "you're amazing, Elena."

"You don't... feel weird about it?"

"I do, but..." she crinkled her nose at me, "...it's a good kind of weird."

I stared at her, slightly awed by what I was seeing. "Who is this woman?"

"I don't know," she giggled, hunching her shoulders excitedly, "but I can't wait to find out!" She bit her lip, and rotated her hips sensually, moaning through her nose. "Mmm... so, it's true what they say about you hermaphrodites, hmm?" She shuddered when some of me leaked out of her, "Your seed is special." She chewed on her lip contemplatively, "My own daughter's sperm is inside me; words I never thought I'd say. Words I never knew would bring me such joy." She cast her eyes downward, and licked her lips, "But I'm a lesbian, Elena, and I've only enjoyed the masculine parts of you." She slid her hand between us, and pressed it gently upon my chest. With a gradual extension of her arm, she guided me to lie on my back. "I want to know what my daughter's pussy tastes like." She hissed.

My cock flexed so hard that Mom's eyes flashed open in surprise. She gasped, then laughed endearingly. "But I'll make sure to take care of him first."

She eased herself upright, her tight netherlips pulling from her body to suck my shaft all the way. We moaned together, then sighed when I popped free, my cock slapping my pelvis, splattering my belly with cum. She hovered her slit over my throbbing underside, and let the rest of my nectar drool from her relaxed opening to frost my cock. She looked at me, and smiled coyly, then looked back at the art she'd created.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She whispered.

"You haven't told me all of them already?"

She wrinkled her nose. "I've never given oral pleasure before."

"Do you want me to tell you how?"

"Just..." she let her voice trail off as she crawled down my body, "...just give me some pointers along the way."

She placed her hands upon my inner-thighs, and spread my legs wide as she descended between them. Her breasts pillowed beneath her, and her ass bulged behind her, spread tantalizingly wide to create a beautiful profile. With my cock glued to my belly, nothing obstructed mom's view from everything between my legs. She looked upon my sexuality with fascination, making sense of every fold and crease, every supple dip and moist orifice.

"It's so pretty." She whispered, trailing her eyes from my pussy, to my cock, "Even your penis is somehow effeminate." She pressed her finger against my underside, and gently trailed it through my syrupy seed, "It's small, and smooth, and not veiny at all." She flicked her finger away from the head, securing a dollop on her fingertip, "The head is tucked nice and neatly into your foreskin like a shy little bald man in a turtle neck. Such a pretty little girl-penis."

"If you weren't my mother, I'd slap you!" I giggled.

She quirked her lips devilishly. "You're too weak to move, baby-girl. I can do whatever I want to you." She brought her finger to her mouth, "Besides," she whispered, "I meant it all as a compliment." She sucked her finger clean, rolled her eyes contemplatively, and smacked her lips, testing the flavor. Then her pupils dilated, and she smiled stupidly. "Oh, there's incubus in you too, isn't there? Such a potent venom." She tremored between my legs, and moistened her lips with her tongue, "Where are my inhibitions going, Elena?" She tittered, "Oh no! They're leaving me!"

"You're so fucking crazy."

"Well, you know what they say about crazy pussy." Mom snickered, and hovered her lips over my cock. She opened her mouth, and a rivulet of saliva descended freely from her lower lip to cascade down my cock like butter. She extended the point of her tongue to my base, and licked her way up, her tongue flattening upon its path until it was folded over my underside, nestling the entire berth in its hot, supple embrace. She cleaned me off in one lick, collected my white spunk on her tongue, showed it to me with a gaping smile, then curled her tongue back into her mouth, closed it, and swallowed. She savored the taste with an indulgent exhale, and moaned, "Nothing so disgusting should ever taste that delicious." She opened her heavily-lidded eyes, "You're my little chocolate decadence, baby-girl, and I am going to eat every inch of you."

"Holy shit." I gasped.

She giggled. "I love that I can make you react like that." She glanced back down at my cock, "Now, where was I?"

She ran her tongue up me once more, lathering me in a coat of her warm spit before hovering her lips about my head. She pursed them, placing a delicate, maternal kiss upon my tip, then she opened her mouth, and slowly, carefully took me inside of it.

"Teeth." I instructed breathily.

Mom folded her lips over her teeth, and let my shaft pass through them.

"Tongue," I moaned, "curl it around me!"

Mom created a bed of her warm tongue, nestling me into it, the tip caressing me beckoningly as she moved me deeper. She got to her throat, and paused.

"Relax," I groaned, "just let it... slide in."

Her throat clenched and fluttered, tears formed in her eyes, and she gagged violently. The sudden contraction was heaven on my flesh, and I gritted my teeth against the pleasure that surged into my loins.

"You have to relax it." I hissed.

Though she tried valiantly, she couldn't manage her gag-reflex. After choking on me for another minute, she pulled back, a look of disappointment in her tear-filmed eyes.

"It's OK," I groaned, "no one gets it their first time."

She pulled my cock from her mouth, slurping all the way up. It popped free with a smack of her lips, and rested alongside her nose, covering one eye. "I bet you got it the first try." She snickered.

"Well," I smirked, "I am a natural."

"You always were such an over-achiever." She smiled, and went back to work. Her lips circled around me once more, her tongue pillowed wetly about my underside, and she slipped me into her blissful mouth. I groaned in torpid splendor, unable to move, trapped in my incestual victimhood as my mother fed so tenderly from me. She watched me the whole time, her eyes only closing to savor my flavor, then opening to reveal their sapphire depths, heavily-lidded with satisfied lust, staring with such adoration up at me. My cock began to thump and throb, the pressure building in my loins, my prostate pulsating with contractions, turning my entire pelvic floor into a current of pleasure. I mewled for her, watching the sexual avarice rise in her eyes, the gluttony of me, the unending desire. Her cheeks went gaunt with her suction, her lips slurped and squelched with the high squeaks of pressure, and her head bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down. Her tight seal massaged my length, rotated to change the angle, squeezed me for all I was worth, milked me like a cum-cow until I was crying out between whimpers, unable to contend with such wonderful sensations.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, MOMMY!" I squealed higher and higher, then exploded once more, spurting thick gouts into my mother's mouth, the pleasure surging up my shaft until every drop had left me. She coaxed all that she could with her lips, humming a moan of lechery, her tongue playing with the hot mixture, frosting my shaft with it until she swallowed the entire load with me still inside of her. As I panted with the aftershocks of ecstasy, she slowly slipped me from her mouth, and beamed.

"Well, how was that?" she asked.

"Do you really need a review after I came like that?!"

"You know mothers love compliments from their children."

I smiled contentedly down at her. "You were awesome."

She blushed, and smiled coyly. "I'm awesome at sucking a penis," she echoed with an embarrassed little eyeroll, "thanks a lot, Elena."

"You're sincerely welcome." I giggled.

Mom laughed with me, then her mirth dwindled into a comfortable anticipation. "You're penis is wonderful and all," she said, "but I'm much more interested in the female parts of you." She moved backward, her face sliding behind my pelvis until only her eyes were visible. I could feel her breath against me, hot and short with anticipation, more needful than it had been all night.

"You're so beautiful down here." She whispered. I felt her hands sliding up my thighs, converging on the space between them. Her touch was so careful, so delicate that I almost didn't feel it until it came upon sensitive flesh. Then, I felt it keenly. Her fingertips caressed my outer lips, pressing gently into the folds, tracing the puffy contours so precisely. She indented the flesh with a light touch, then spread me open, revealing the petals, the slit, and the dilated ovule. Her eyes closed, and she sniffed me like I was a rose. When she exhaled, her breath was shuddering from her. "So, so beautiful." She hissed, then peered up at me, "How do you want me to touch you?"

"How do you want to touch me?" I smiled with a quirked brow.

"How I would want to be touched, I suppose."

"Then let me show you how I want to be touched." I whispered, licking my lips.

Mom puzzled over the ergonomics of the proposition, then shuffled backward, and rotated awkwardly. For a moment, all the sensuality was gone from her while she tried to address the logistics of arms and legs, then she figured it out, and smiled back at me. Her plump ass wiggled in the air, the cheeks clapping gently to barely expose what was between them. As she shuffled backward, she teased her advance with her gyrating hips. Soon, her tummy was pressing against mine, and her pelvis was resting on my breasts. I felt her pillowing chest sink into my crotch, enveloping my cock, and I groaned pleasantly. Then, with much effort, I managed to get my uncooperative hands in front of me, sink my thumbs into the dimples of the succulent pale domes before my face, and peel them apart.

"Mommy?" I gasped, "Did you get a wax?"

"Earlier today," she smiled back at me over her shoulder, "just for you, baby-girl."

"It's the best present anyone's ever gotten me." I giggled, admiring Mom's assets. Her pussy was remarkable tight for a woman of her age, though I could see the effects of childbirth on it. How a baby had come out of an opening so small was a wonder, and realizing that that baby had been me was even stranger. Her puffy folds were blushing with arousal around the ribbons of flesh that made her inner-sanctum, and I slid my thumbs to those curtains, and opened them gently. She quivered atop me, and I reclined my head to catch her expression as she stared back at me. There was anxiety in her eyes, like that of a virgin girl, but there was need—oh, such need. This time, I would have to take the first step for the both of us.