Lewd Anime Family

Anne came home from her college classes with only one thing on her mind: Gorgeous hentai. It was normal for a young woman like her to seek role models, after all. With the latest anime she watched, she found many hot sexy milfs to aspire to be more like. Their big bouncy gravity defying busts… oh dear, she was already getting close to drooling.

As she stepped through the door, her eyes were met with something amazing. Lining either side of the hallway into the house were printed out pictures. 2D booba stared at her, each one belonging to a sexy milf. Long toned legs, mature faces, lewd blushes, and the cleavage on display triggered her. The moment the door was closed, her hands came up to begin massaging and pawing at herself.

“Ara ara~,” came a voice from deeper into the house. It was her mother, Melissa’s voice. “Anne, are you home?”

Sexy mothers said ara ara. She knew this. She could feel the wetness grow on her panties. Her eyes glazed over, her bag falling on the wayside as she stumbled deeper into the house. On the couch, in front of the TV, was her mother. She wore the best outfit a milf could: Mom jeans, an apron, no shirt. Her cleavage was on full display, and her mom had such a mouth wateringly good rack. Ever since watching the latest batch of anime, she’d realized just how lucky she was… and maybe her luck only got better.

Melissa called to her daughter with a crooked finger. “Ara ara~, is someone nervous? How adorable. Come here, honey. Mommy has something for you.”

Anne felt her body follow the instructions, as any good daughter would. Her mind spun and ran wild with the implications. Why was her mother doing this? Should she care? It was too hot, too sexy. Too taboo. She fell on her mother’s lounging form, letting mommy guide her to her expansive bosom.

“Mommy made sure to watch some of your shows while you were away,” Melissa said as her daughter suffocated in her breasts. “I found them wonderful, arousing, and eye opening. Mommy’s always wanted to be closer to her Anney doll, and now she can. We can share our new love of anime milfs and their tits now. And don’t worry, mommy will get an upgrade to her own with the plastic surgeon.”

Her daughter moaned at the thought of her mommy’s tits being even bigger. To rival the anime mommies.

They stayed like that for some time before Anne finally had to come up for air, gasping for breaths, her face bright red but grinning. “Mommy, can I go grab my laptop to watch more shows? I want to find even better tits to masturbate to.”

The pink eyes of the mother widened and nodded once. Before long, everything was set up, with the two incestuous women cuddling on the couch, the mother’s hands in her daughter’s skirt, rubbing just right eliciting wonderful moans.

Anne passed over several shows, humming and trying to stay focused on her task. Finally, she clicked on one she knew had a good mom in it.

It was a standard rom com anime, set in a high school. The main male lead was always oblivious to the advances of the main female lead, and their busty school teacher was woefully underqualified, causing nosebleeds from all the boys in class. Both the mother and daughter picked up their pace whenever she was on screen.

“I love how they swing so much,” Melissa said, grinding her own pair of mammaries into her daughter’s back, as if trying to stimulate her nipples from just that. Her hands were occupied, one in her own panties, one down her daughters, leaving the younger woman at her mercy.

A mother’s pleasure came from her children, after all.

They watched the first episode, eyes glazed over, but the second episode caught their eyes and made them both focus. With a single snap, their attention was caught as the teacher began to sway her tits in front of the screen.

“You’ve all been so needy staring at these,” the teacher said, her lingerie clad breasts barely visible through her shirt, becoming more so with each button she unfastened. “Just staring at your own teacher’s breasts. Such perverts, you need to open your mind up for my lesson. Be good, and you’ll see more.”

Outside, both women murmured. “Yes, we’ll listen.”

“Good. Keep staring. Keep giving yourself pleasure. It’s good for you to know your priorities. Staring at hentai mommy’s breasts, that’s what your life needs. The more perverted a show, the better. The bigger the bust on the characters, the more you love them. The more fanservice, the more you watch.”

Both women nodded, already too lost. Anne had already seen this, but Melissa? She was rethinking her life choices. Why did she have Law and Order or the Mentalist box set? Neither of those were perverted, she’d throw them out later. After another episode. This show was perfect.

“Good boys and girls. Just focus on my words.” All the buttons were undone, now showing black lingerie barley containing her oversized hentai breasts. “Your hobbies are hentai and anime. Your wants are hentai and anime. At work, at school, out with friends, remember these glorious globes.” Her hands caressed them. “Imagine them. Focus on them. Let us mommies become your life.”

Both mother and daughter moaned. This wasn’t there previously.

Melissa squirmed beneath her daughter. Hentai. Tits. Breasts. Booba. Boobies. They were perfect, consuming, wanting. She couldn’t get them out of her head. She was a good mother, but she was also a good girl. Hentai was superior to her old shows, so she should just cast them away. What else would permit her to imagine breasts that size?

Anne grinded herself into her mother’s hand, trying to get more stimulation. School? Who needed that? Focusing on lectures? Boring stuff. She’d take her laptop and play another episode. She’d hide in the library between classes. She’d start ignoring friends… or invite them to watch an episode?

“Change and cum for me, my darlings,” the teacher ordered. Both of her students obeyed, painting their panties with their juices, arousal, and pleasure. The two lay there facing each other. Both gasping for air, sensitive, satisfied. For several minutes, they just enjoyed the pleasure, arousal, and the completion.

At some point, the episode had stopped.

“Sweetie,” Melissa whispered in her daughter’s ear. “I don’t know where to get hentai posters, but our house should be dedicated to milfs. Their wonderful tits. Their giant milk tanks… mmmm” Her hand reached back down to pull at her own nipple.

Anne let out a moan too. Her mommy was wonderful. “I know a site, don’t worry. We can order a bunch of stuff.”

The two women got up and silently went about their missions. Anne began to pull up the page of imports from Japan, things to buy to make their house a pervert’s dream. She even found figurines of that teacher, shirt stretching tits and all. She added it to the cart and paid for it without even asking her mother, already knowing the answer.

Meanwhile, Melissa was doing what mothers should do: cleaning. She went through the house and took out anything that wasn’t anime. All her old books, from mysteries to romance books, were thrown into boxes to be given to goodwill. Her DVD’s and movies, childhood classics, Disney, all into the box. She started looking through her underwear and pulled out every piece of boring, non-lingerie and threw it away. From now on, she’d be a good and proper milf, with a desire to tease and entice her incestuous offspring.

Tuesday Night quickly became mother-daughter night. The Milf unable to prevent herself from jumping her daughter, and the younger unable to stop herself from worshiping her Milf's tits.