Mom's PoV - Mother/daughter bonding at breakfast

As I woke up this morning, a huge smile appeared on my face before I even opened my eyes. After taking a few seconds to enjoy the churning, roiling, and tingling between my legs, I threw the blanket off and sat up facing the mirror.

I had slept naked... Not that I had much choice. Even then, hours after absorbing my husband, my balls were the size of grapefruits. As I lifted my fat cock, I saw that they were still pulsing and sloshing around. The shadow of my husband's soul had grown fainter, but it was barely visible, darting to and fro... Desperately searching for a way out of its new home.

I gave my half-hard shaft a few quick strokes, which intensified the warm glow emanating from deep within my ballsack. That made the shadow more visible, and I gave it a little wave.

"Good morning, honey. Enjoying the view?" If the shadow heard me, it didn't react: just more panicked swirling. "This is really your fault, you know. I told you what would happen if you didn't blow me. I swear... I must've sucked your dick a thousand times. I didn't like it, but I did it. And when you finally had the opportunity to return the favor..." I chuckled and gave my balls a little squeeze. "...You blew it."

Smiling even wider, I got up and began searching for an outfit that could contain my new equipment. I settled on an old pair of sweatpants that were just baggy enough to still fit.

Still massaging my cock through the soft material, I waddled down to the kitchen and started making coffee.

By the time I had a cup of steaming-hot goodness in my hand, a wet patch was forming on the front of my sweat pants. While the leg managed to contain my baseball bat of a partial erection, it was definitely struggling to do so: I could see a clear imprint of my swollen cockhead through the damp material.

"Mmm..." As I rubbed the barely-covered tip and let out a moan of pleasure, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Unsure whether I wanted to make my "new friend" public just yet, I decided to sit down at the table.

"Morning, Mom!" Ella pranced around the corner, her bubble butt bouncing with every step--Not something I used to notice about my daughter, but now it was my main focus. She was wearing a T-shirt and a tight pair of booty shorts, and her skimpy outfit made it even harder not to ogle her... Not that I spent much energy resisting.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I purred, my hand drifting underneath the table. As I subtly stroked, my eyes drifted down past Ella's toned thighs and bare legs, landing on her feet. For the first time, I noticed how perfect they were.

I can't go five seconds without discovering something that turns me on now, I mused while staring at my daughter. The thought only made me harder, but I kept my voice steady as I continued: "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Hmm... I want something different," she mused, pursing her cute little lips. "Maybe some breakfast sausage. Do we have any--"

"Yes," I blurted out, before she could finish. "You can have all the sausage you want this morning."

"Nice," Ella replied, oblivious to my tone. As she took a few steps toward the fridge and I realized that she wouldn't find any actual sausage there, I knew I had to keep her talking.

"Maybe you'd like some fresh cream with it?"

"Huh?" She paused, hand on the refrigerator handle. "Um... That sounds kinda strange, but you know how much I like sweet treats!" Letting out a giggle, Ella licked her lips.

A shudder went down my spine as I watched, and my cock pulsed against the suddenly-more-restrictive sweatpants.

"Or... How about some special homemade yogurt?"

Ella smiled. "Mom, do we actually have any of these things, or are you just trying to make me hungry?"

"Of course I do! Your father helped me make it last night," I replied, stroking faster--By that point, it didn't seem quite so important to hide the movement of my arm. "It's delicious, and I have so much."

"Mmm... Okay, let's have that," my daughter said eagerly, rubbing her belly through the T-shirt. "Where is it?"

"First help me set the table," I said, my voice growing less steady by the moment. "B-bring some spoons over here, would you?"

My daughter hustled to get things ready. When she dropped the cutlery on the table and turned to grab some bowls, I swept one of the spoons off the table with a flick of my wrist.

"Woops! Honey, would you mind helping me? I'm just so stiff today--My back, I mean."

"Huh? What's up?"

"I dropped your spoon... If you don't want to eat with your hands, you'd better get under the table."

"Oh! No prob," she tittered, dropping to her knees and crawling beneath the opposite side of the kitchen table. "Where did you--"

She stopped short, and for a moment there was only silence... And the subtle sound of my hand rubbing up and down the long bulge in my pants. She was face-to-face with it, now... The thick trunk running alongside my right leg... The wet spot at the end, nearly at my knee... The clear indentation of my cockhead...

"Oh God," Ella gasped, her stunned voice barely audible. Then I heard her shuffling closer, little by little, until--

--My will broke, and I reached under the table to snatch my daughter's head. Grabbing a fistful of her pretty pink hair, I pulled her between my legs. Meanwhile, my other hand was shoving my sweatpants down, until my fat, dripping cock sprung out and whacked Ella across the face.

"You want some yogurt, baby? Come get it."

"...Muh... Wuh..." A low murmur of confusion escaped Ella's lips... But only for a moment. Soon they were wrapped around my cockhead, her eyes and cheeks bulging widely as she slurped me inside. "...Gmph..."

The sensation was divine... Or perhaps "sinful" is a better word. As my daughter's lips worked their way up my shaft, inch by inch, I realized it was my first blowjob. My new tool had been craving a warm mouth since it came into being... And when my husband had dared to deny me, that decision ended his mortal existence.

But now my daughter was blowing me, of her own free will... Well, mostly free. My hand was still wrapped around her head, and even back then I wasn't oblivious to the intoxicating effect I had on women. She suckled my tip like an impossibly-thick straw, swallowing the resulting pre-cum without complaint.

No wonder my late husband loved this so much, I thought, looking down--Only to knit my brow as I realized the kitchen table was getting in the way of my view. Drawing on my newfound strength (and desperate need to see my daughter's scantily-clad body), I sent it skidding across the room with a single shove.

Ella didn't even flinch as the tablelegs whooshed past. Now I could see her in all her glory: on all fours, cock in her mouth, bubble butt in the air. It stuck out of her shorts obscenely, wiggling a little as she tried to force more of my dick inside.

I couldn't resist leaning forward and giving it a firm smack. Ella did flinch at that: her whole body shivered, and she lunged forward to finally break her own throat barrier and plunge my meat into an even tighter, even warmer, even more perfect place.

"Guh... Good girl," I practically roared, groping her ass roughly before placing both hands on the back of her head. "Deeper."

Her enthusiasm grew alongside my impatience, and soon I was slamming my entire length into my daughter's throat. Each violent thrust sent a splatter of drool and pre-cum onto the floor (along with my crotch and my daughter's poor, abused face). Soon she was an absolute mess, her eyes rolling back and her neck bulging impossibly as she tried to satisfy my endless desire.

Deeper. Faster. MORE.

"You're better than your father ever could've been," I hissed, just loudly enough to be heard over the slapping of my huge, pulsing balls against Ella's chin. "That's why he's stuck inside me, and you're not... Ungh... That's why he's cum, and you're going to drink him. My balls are so full with your father's... Soul... And soon he'll be inside you, too..."

If she heard me reveal the presumably-horrifying truth, she didn't attempt to reply. Her only response was a small flick of her tongue on the underside of my shaft.

Grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing hard, I continued: "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll shoot more of him up your thick, perfect ass tonight. Here, kiss your father... Get him all warmed up for you..."

Yanking Ella's mouth off my shaft with a schluck, I forced her head lower. Her wet lips and lolling tongue landed on my balls: her messy face felt cool against their red-hot surface. Two bleary, half-focused eyes stared up at me, still for a moment... Then they closed, and she began licking my sack.

"...Good girl..." I ran a hand through her pink hair as she tried and failed to suck one of my huge testicles into her mouth. The desperate suction was beyond pleasurable, though, and my hips convulsed while the warm glow within my balls grew brighter. "Do you feel him? Can you feel what's coming?"

Without waiting for a reply, I pulled Ella to her feet then picked her up entirely. As I carried her over to the kitchen table, she stared at me in awe. I saw the reflection of my own eyes in hers: two fiery, inhuman orbs.

Then I threw her down, head-over-heels, so that she ended up on the table with her dainty feet away from me and her bewildered face between my legs. I wasted no time shoving my cock back inside her mouth, then further into her throat.

Grabbing hold of my daughter's chest, I groped and kneaded her small-yet-perky tits while thrusting my hips rapidly. For a single, odd moment, I reflected that it was a good thing she wasn't wearing a bra: I would've torn it off in an instant, and probably the shirt along with it. I remember buying her this, I thought, and memories of our old, traditional, mother-daughter relationship flashed through my head...

...Only to die out in an instant as I reached orgasm.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced: wave after wave of intense pleasure, each accompanied by an audible splurt as I pumped my load directly into Ella's stomach. I held her tight, not allowing her to move an inch as she was stuffed full of jizz. The process took well over a minute, with my daughter swallowing again and again the entire time. But soon that wasn't enough, and each fresh wad of cum overflowed from her mouth.

By the end of it, my legs were weak and Ella was... Ruined. I pulled out, releasing a waterfall of seed that cascaded onto the floor, and stepped back to admire my handiwork. My daughter looked about seven or eight months pregnant, her belly rising well above the rest of her limp body. Even as jizz dripped from her open mouth, she was still trying her best to swallow--And to breathe, since a glistening layer of white coated her entire face.

To my surprise, she didn't stay like that for very long. Soon she was on her feet--Though not without some difficulty. Ella was acting drunk, and her distended belly only added to her troubles as she flopped off the table and staggered toward the door. My jizz dripped down her chin, soaking her clothes as she waddled away.

I gave her ass one final slap as it passed me. She paused for a moment, licked her lips, then mumbled: "...Dat wush delishus..."

Before I could reply, she let out a dainty burp and disappeared into the living room. Moments later, I heard a thud as she collapsed onto the couch... And then a few seconds later, steps as someone else came down the stairs.

Brandon, I thought, reaching down to fondle and weigh my still-swollen balls. I bet I could dump another load in his stomach, and still have plenty left over for Ella's ass...

Grinning, I stroked my shaft a few times before tucking it away. There's no rush. My dear hubby's gone, Ella belongs to me... It's only a matter of time before I have them all.