Against her better judgement

Miriam wanted to scream, fight, spit vitriol, demand discipline from her daughter, and try and regain some goddamn control over her house. But as she muttered under her breath, "Make not the stranger in you your ruler," she found herself walking across the room, her legs shaking as she found her way around where her daughter lay, stroking that massive tool that she couldn't take her eyes off of. Her legs were suddenly far too close together, her hips rubbing with each step. Her clothes were too thick all of a sudden. Licking her lips, she set her weight down next to her daughter, propping her feet next to Sara's.

Miriam let her legs spread slowly, and found the soft wetness of her quim, watching her daughter's hand slide up and down that cock, her mouth watering a little. The video was paused, but both women had a full view of what they needed to get themselves going. The actress on screen was paused, her tits in mid-bounce, her face in ecstasy, a wanton image like a landscape of lust. As Miriam started to let the first snowball of the avalanche fall, Sara started to pry a little, "You know Mom, I was always curious about something. You're always on Hannah and Daniel's case to go out and find someone, to give you grandchildren." As Sara spoke, a glob of precum welled up on her tip, and Miriam squeezed her groin with need as the seed rolled off of Sara's fat head and fell on her hand. "Why weren't you so concerned about me Mom?"

"Mommy." Miriam interjected, "Your mom, your mother, made you sandwiches and made sure you made it to temple. Mommy might be convinced to listen to the rest of this conversation." As she spoke, Miriam lifted her dress, exposing her thighs and the thin peach-colored lace of her panties to her own daughter. Her middle finger slid along her central line, moaning lasciviously as Sara set her hand on her mother's thigh, the younger woman continued, "Mommy, did you want to keep me all to yourself? Did you know I was obsessed with you and wanted to fill the hole Daddy left behind?"

Miriam didn't know why, but she found herself nodding. She couldn't think of a specific point before today where she thought it out in such a way, hell, she couldn't remember cleaning up any sort of aftermath in Sara's room before, but she knew her daughter always had a cock. Maybe she had wanted to be her daughter's inbreeding slut. Not knowing what to say, Miriam just managed to say, "S-Sara, I shouldn't want this so much."

Sara took that as a yes, and drawing up her initiative, took her hand off of her cock to lift herself up over her mother, looming over the older woman. Sara's cock hung between them, radiating heat and musk, dripping precum onto Miriam's belly. Sara's face was inches away from Miriam's, waiting for a moment to let her mother withdraw consent, and with no sign of needing to stop, she swooped in and their lips crashed together. Hungrily, they kissed as lovers for the first time, their tongues colliding, Sara and Miriam both working together to tear the clothes off of the older woman, shredding the thin jersey and lace, until they were both naked and panting. Sara's firm hands sunk into the soft flesh of her mother's tits, ass, hips, anywhere she could grab the body she'd lusted after for so long. All the while Miriam explored her daughter's body, one hand always on Sara's cock, the other taking in the feminine frame of her lover, a long-held perversion she'd never indulged in.

Suddenly, both of them stopped, pulling away from the kiss. Between them, the tip of Sara's impressive meat had found the entrance to Miriam's pussy, the shock of the reality of what they were about to do settling in for both of them. Sara was so big, bigger than anything Miriam had ever thought about using. But she was **** to feel her child's balls slapping against her ass. Miriam was wet and warm, inviting and smooth, just like Sara had always fantasized about Miriam was the first to speak as she said, "Once we do this, we can never go back baby girl. We can stop now, and call it all just a weird morning, and go back to who we were for each other." Sara hesitated, struggling for the right thing to say.