Her lips circled around me once more, her tongue pillowed wetly about my underside, and she slipped me into her blissful mouth. “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. My cock slipped between her legs, and she gasped suddenly, her eyes flashing open. We moaned together, then sighed when I popped free, my cock slapping my pelvis, splattering my belly with cum. “MOM?!” I squeaked. Horrible tales. The unfurled petals were vivid pink and glistening with her nectar, webbed with strings of my cum and moving gently on their own, seaming to shift with some long expiration from the small hole at their center. The sensation was more visceral than I thought possible, and the shock of it fired through my nerves. Our breasts pressed together, our nipples stabbing pleasantly as the pliant fat formed a squishing seal around them. It’s not wrong.”
“Yes, it is!” I growled, gritting my teeth against the rising pressure in my loins, “That’s what makes it so fucking hot!”
Mom wrinkled her nose in a sneer.
