Mommy Teller Comes For Her Daughter

Pregnant.

It was a dirty word in the Teller household. Leona's birth aside, her mother only ever had negative things to say about the breeding habits of fellow human beings. Women got pregnant because they were poor, or ignorant, or sinful, or any other maladies the Teller mother could identify in her cousins, sisters, and neighbors. Leona's mother was her spiritual coach, her greatest supporter, and as proud a mother as anyone could muster... but she balanced it well with her utter disgust and disappointment in the rest of humanity, starting first with her ex-husband and second with the rest. But the "failure" of unintended, poorly planned, or otherwise unvirtuous pregnancies was as much as specter of Leona's teenage life as it was of her entire upbringing. It was one of the absolute worst things she could become. It would end her athletic career, strangle her college years, and turn her into a worthless harlot, another shame to the Teller name.

It's these conversations, and these judgments, that fill Leona's mind first as the near-stranger beneath her fills her once-virgin hole with a copious amount of sperm. Youthful, virile sperm. In a single, accidental sit, fear and semen filled her. She could feel the near-boiling fluids leaking out of her as she couldn't help but tremble with her latest orgasm, the physiological result of all that build-up and teasing that neither panic nor terror could stifle right away.

The doorbell. Someone was visiting Dave in the middle of this ugly, stupid competition, and now she had won it in the worst way possible. Everything she sought to protect she now lost, and more. Leona still believed the boy at his word: her impregnation was his to control, and she reasoned it was through whatever power permitted his control and command of her through these competitions. He said he didn't want to get her pregnant... what now that she intended to leave? Would he just... make it so to spite her? These are the well-reasoned fears that are small in the mind of the moaning, trembling teenager stuck looking down at her inseminator.

Losing never felt... so good. At last, we actually have sex, and through that final release I feel my body reinvigorated to continue.

Except for how drop-dead scared Leona looks, and the fact that someone's at my door, I might've even tried to keep going... but a promise is a promise. I lost... even if I got all the prizes I wanted save one. Her despairing expression convinces me to not push for it, yet. “Fu... ck, alright... you won.” I reach over to her hips, but she leaps up and slips me out of her before I can get a grip. I sit up to get ready to chase her, but she just stands there, hand scooped under her chassis, as she catches more of my seed streaming from her.

It'll take a pretty big bonus for me to ever give the fluid-doubling title up. “You can use my bathroom, I'll go see-”

“You... you took it,” she whimpers as she raises her hand to see all the gray... and the thin trails of red or pink mixed in.

“You... gave it.”

“I never wanted...” Her expression firms before my eyes into anger. “We both know what happened here. Enjoy it while you can.” Angrily she storms off into my bathroom and slams the door behind her... possibly alerting the person at my door to the trouble I've caused.

Satisfied that I can leave her be, I quickly waddle past the puddle of our game, put on the boxers and shirt abandoned at the foot of my bed, and make my way downstairs. I probably reek of sex and sweat, but there's no real curing that without giving an uncomfortable delay to answering my door... and besides, who the Hell is at my door anyways? I unlock my PS Vita and boot the app up as I head down the stairs and, in what's becoming a regular ritual, I stop at the elbow of the staircase to see all my notifications.

PREDATOR OF PURITY
Take, or cause the taking of, at least 1 virginity. User must take one personally to begin earning this pillar: 1/1. COMPLETE. 10 GEMS AWARDED.
Take, or cause the taking of, at least 5 virginities: 5/5. COMPLETE. 20 GEMS AWARDED.
Take, or cause the taking of, at least 10 virginities: 10/10. COMPLETE. 20 GEMS AWARDED.
Take, or cause the taking of, at least 50 virginities: 50/50. COMPLETE. 50 GEMS AWARDED.
Take, of cause the taking of, at least 100 virginities: 100/100. COMPLETE. 100 GEMS AWARDED.
You have destroyed an achievement pillar!
You have earned 10 avatar gems!
You have earned the title: Predator of Purity!

Well, that... doesn't sound great, if I'm honest, but I try to focus on the "winning" side of things and evaluate the new title.

TITLE: PREDATOR OF PURITY
User can restore the hymen of any Custom Girl using a free hotkey that only appears when this title is equipped. Having a hymen makes the Custom Girl twice as sensitive to all sexual activity and attention from the User and causes an immediate orgasm upon tearing.

That is so particular that I can't buy for a second that the succubi somehow put it in just for the occasion. Still, given Leona's distress over it...

Without further hesitation, I go back upstairs and equip the title. As fun as it was to keep all my Girls just "slightly horny" at all times around me, Torturer of Drives is definitely the one to go among my three titles of choice. I review again the new catalogue of titles I've equipped:

PREDATOR OF PURITY (User can restore the hymen of any Custom Girl using a free hotkey that only appears when this title is equipped. Having a hymen makes the Custom Girl twice as sensitive to all sexual activity and attention from the User and causes an immediate orgasm upon tearing.)
MASTER OF PLEASURE (All Custom Girls derive twice the arousal as normal from your touch, attention, or Custom Girl effects; the intensity and byproducts of their arousal and orgasms are safely doubled for all purposes.)
EXTRACTOR OF ECSTASY (All fluids produced as a result of sexual pleasure within 100 meters of you are doubled.)

I go to the main interface to find Leona... and see an unexpected name, one that I... well, I have to assume she's at the door, except... how? I mean, if this is who I think it is, then... how did she know to come here, and this fast? The doorbell rings a second, impatient time as I read the latest "option" found by the app.

IRIE TELLER
Lecturing others arouses her: 5 gems.
She becomes addicted to semen in every way she can take it: 50 gems.
She gains P-cup breasts: 30 gems.
Her breasts begin to lactate: 2 gems.
She cannot wear bras or do anything to suppress her lactations: 15 gems.
Lactation multiplies based on strong emotion or sensation: 10 gems.
Lactating causes arousal based on the strength and volume of milk being released: 5 gems.
Any injury, pain, or discomfort she would suffer from pregnancy is safely converted into a corresponding amount of arousal: 10 gems.
Her ovaries will ovulate every day, even while pregnant: 100 gems.
Her pregnancies hyper-advance to the third trimester and end when User presses the corresponding hotkey: 200 gems.
All maladies and negative changes from physical aging are removed: 40 gems.
Hotkey: mute (3 hours per day): 10 gems.
Hotkey: twerk (unlimited): 5 gems.
Hotkey: grope own tits (unlimited) 5 gems.
Hotkey: rub own clit (unlimited): 35 gems.
Hotkey: advance pregnancy one month (9 uses per day): 50 gems.
Hotkey: enter labor (unlimited; only while pregnant): 50 gems.

... and what the fuck is this customization list?! Almost the entire thing is obsessed with pregnancy!

As if on cue, Leona meets me at the top of the staircase with her exercise outfit hastily put back on. Her eyes are wide and her phone is gripped in a panic; it dawns on me that she might already know what I suspect.

“M-My mom is here, oh my God, she's here... I'm so... fucked...!” She's no longer talking to me, I soon realize. “God... God, everything... you, and... oh no, my...” Her hands go to her bare belly... and it doesn't take me long to figure out what she's most worried about.

How long was Leona here? She walked in, I spanked her, and we played one more game… I mean , that couldn’t have been more than like 20 minutes, total? How did her mom know to shoot over here like this when Leona had neither the chance nor likely the desire to see her here? I'd get my answers to those questions later; right now, I have to catch Leona up.

“I told you, I don't want to be a dad... not yet anyways, and not like this.” She looks at me with obvious distrust... and perhaps just a touch of pleading for me to prove honest. If only she knew how badly the Custom Girls app apparently wants me to knock up "Irie Teller" who, based on the rest of the names in the app, must be her mom. I don't know what she looks like yet, but I've got no plans to impregnate anybody just yet... and there's only room for one MILF in my life, for now. Glancing back at her, I quickly add, “Oh! I'm also giving you your virginity back.”

“... What?”

I turn awareness for the newfound button on for her and no one else before going ahead and pressing it. She jumps with a start, which isn't the reaction I expect from having a thin membrane suddenly regrow inside her, and her eyes again dart between her waiting womb and me. They rest at last on the PS Vita... and all too quickly I realize my error. She must have pieced it together by now... but all the same, she isn't lunging at it. “Well, your hymen. I... I know you didn't want to lose it, and it was an accident so... yeah. Next time, though,” I declare with a wink, “we'll see who gets the win.”

“You're... huh,” she almost huffs as she evaluates me. “I mean, that’s… that’s good, great even, but my mom is still going to kill me for being at a boy's house without an adult... erm, well, without what she would call an adult.”

“Really?” I manage with a grin. “Watch this.”

Without another word I head back down and, perhaps out of paranoia over of what I might say to her mom, Leona follows. Her mom has to accept everything as normal when it comes from the app, given that I haven't turned on awareness for others, right? So this ought to be a cinch. That's what I assume, at least, as I open the door...

... and reveal... Mrs. Teller.

Unknown to me at the time is the fact that Leona Teller was among the tallest of her living relatives... but I also never could have guessed that she has the smallest breasts in her immediate family. She's a "meager" D-cup, after all, and her aunts are all J-cups except for Aunt Susie whose K-cups have fed seven children. Leona being the smallest was also ironic because her mother was, bar none, the largest: at a whopping 40O, or "the 400's" as I wish someone would call them, Irie's breasts were minute financial disasters whenever it came time to buy new bras.

It's not the only thick part of her, of course: "Senior Teller" has a fair gut from age or overindulgence, giant birthing hips and thighs covered in cellulite, and an ass twice that of Leona in lumpy fat. Indeed, Irie was a mature woman--still in her mid-thirties, to be clear--built closer to an ancient fertility statue than any kind of athlete: plump, motherly, and sexual... and as my eyes refused to leave those gargantuan tits, I would find out she's also quite quick to judge. Her sky-blue dress barely contains her, and her ruby-red lipstick doesn't contain her fury at all.

“Excuse me young man,” she declares with the anger of an injured god, “I've been told that my daughter was seen marching into this house... and I hoped that was a bold lie told by my good friend, but here she is, isn't she?”

She had the voice of a siren... the emergency klaxon kind, not the myth. I only just met her and already I felt like I was in trouble. Behind me, Leona wilts under her mother's verbal ****. I meet the gaze of her mom head-on: the senior Teller has blemishes and wrinkles evidencing a hard life, but her righteous gaze is thankfully muted behind thick, cheap sunglasses. “Yes, though she had **** since I summoned and made her come in against her will.”

A moment passes as the succubi work overtime to configure the listening minds behind and before me. Senior Teller does not welcome herself into my home or demand to be let in, despite seeing her daughter in plain view; she stands in the doorway, a tiny black purse in her grip and high heels beneath her that only the Lord could have constructed to survive the walk from her Toyota out front to here. When at last the excuses are locked in, Irie Teller comes to the conclusion the app permits.

She sighs with relief. “Goodness, is that all? I was so worried, but such a normal reason to be here… well, to be here where nothing happened, I hope?”

“I challenged her to a few competitions. I don't know if you need the details, but you know she can't say no when I challenge her.”

She grimaces in response. “Of course I know that, Mr....?”

“Haines, David Haines, ma'am.”

“I'm an educated woman, Mr. Haines, and you don't need to speak to me like that. The things my daughter must've said about me for you to think to explain something so obvious, goodness--Leo, get in the car!--but I do hope she hasn't been a burden?”

“Not at all,” I declared with a grin, “I hope she'll find more time to come over, in fact.”

“With a chaperone next time, I hope you'll indulge, Mr. Haines?”

There isn't so much as Southern "twang" in her speech as there is... just an unexpected refinement. Leona is a teenage athlete and she speaks like a teenage athlete, but her mom is... really something else, separated from the adults in my life as much as she is from my generation. Still, age ravaged her features where her ungodly, sexual build could not push back. The customizations on the app come back to mind... and with all the new gems I've got, maybe... no.

Do I... do I dare?

Do I dare not?!

Despite the weathering of age and weight, this woman is... I mean she must’ve been gorgeous, yeah, but more than that, despite being so obviously stuck-up and probably celibate for years... she has a kind of raw sexual energy that exhumes from her almost the way it did from the succubi whenever I met them. It's hard to look at Leona's mom and not think of what kind of sexual beast she must've been when she got pregnant with Leona... well, possibly somewhere closer to my age, now that I think about it.

Still not as hot as mom, of course. But hot enough to glance down at the youth option of hers, among others...

“Mr. Haines...?”

I glance up from the Vita. “Oh! Sorry, I'm just managing a... small business on this.” Far from truth, but she has no proof I'm lying. “I know it looks like a toy, but it has WiFi and I use the app-”

“The chaperone would be me, God permitting,” she continues, accepting that I had already relented, and she proceeds that way while I gently go through her options...

IRIE TELLER
Lectern Lecher (Lecturing others arouses her.)
Teenage Mom (All maladies and negative changes from physical aging are removed.)
Mommy Milkers (Her breasts begin to lactate.)
Let It Flow (She cannot wear bras or do anything to suppress her lactations.)
Excited Expressing (Lactation multiplies based on strong emotion or sensation.)
Exciting Expression (Lactating causes arousal based on the strength and volume of milk being released.)
Hotkey: Boob Rub (Unlimited; self only.)
TOTAL COST: 80 gems. OK? Purchased!

The transformation is not subtle in the slightest... but awareness is off for everyone, and so no one seems to pay it any mind as the gut vanishes into a cutely chubby belly, the wrinkles and raven feet at the edges of her eyes get smoothed and swallowed up, the dots of blemishes pop out of existence, and her titanic tits, already so egregiously huge, shrink down to… wait, no they don’t shrink at all, they just get… bouncier, Jesus, or at least as bouncy as gravity will permit such ridiculous orbs of flesh. Her hands go to begin removing her bra, but a judging glare is felt through those shades of hers when I try to ogle her tits as they slip out of their cups.

An asterisk appears over Mommy Milkers, which I suppose I should explore as she starts to build her arousal up.

MOMMY MILKERS: Her breasts begin to lactate.
ADVANCED FEATURES:
Hourly lactation increases by one cup per rank: 2 gems/rank.
Her milk becomes a sensitivity-boosting ointment on any adult flesh it touches for 1 hour: 20 gems.
Lactation triples for every pregnancy she currently has: 10 gems.
Women who drink her milk increase their breast size and lactate for 24 hours based on how much they drank: 100 gems.

The app really wants me to get Mrs. Teller pregnant... and as she goes on about propriety of a young man and woman spending time alone, even as legal adults, and the possible effects such may have on her daughter's illustrious career as an athlete... well, I can't help but notice her sighing just a bit heavier, her tits surging just a bit more, and her whole pose, while invigorated, also burdening itself with arousal as she persists. Her tits surging are especially eye-catching given that… wait, she already removed her bra? When did she manage that?! But now I can’t help but notice her purse is almost exploding as it no doubt contains the colossal bra she had to wear.

… and then the dark splotches begin to appear on her heavy tits, outlining nipples as wide as my fingers can grasp.

IRIE TELLER
Mommy Milkers, Advanced: Flowing White (Hourly lactation increases by one cup per rank.) x 10
Mommy Milkers, Advanced: Special Milk (Her milk becomes an sensitivity-boosting ointment on any adult flesh it touches for 1 hour.)
TOTAL COST: 40 gems. OK? Purchased!

Any adult flesh… which explains why her lecture, already making her words and breaths heavy, turns into a startled groan as the blotches triple to cover much of her tit in her version of Sophia’s “ointment” curse.

I smile at Leona over her mom's shoulder. From inside the car where she's waiting, I can tell she’s mulling over it all in her head before she catches sight of my gaze. She was obviously shocked—even grateful—at how well her mother took my explanation… and no doubt she’d be glad I restored her hymen, should her mom stalk her gynecologist for answers on that. Through the raised window, Leona just gives me an awkward smirk and a middle finger. Well-played, is how I choose to read that.

Well-played indeed... and with awareness turned off, she'll never realize it's out of place that her mom's turned into a self-pleasuring milk faucet.

“I hope I've... goodness... I hope I've made myself clear.” Between her new feature and my auras, Mrs. Teller was already getting into it.

I relent and give her a nod. “Of course, Mrs. Teller. So as for the chaperone, then I'll say it again: I hope you will join us for the next round of games. Could I get your number so I know who to call next time?”

With a hesitant, but satisfied nod, she pulls her own phone out and takes the time to exchange contact info, her breasts getting wetter and breaths getting shallower as we work. With a breathless goodbye, the Tellers leave in their car.

I'm back down to 90 gems, I have a total of fourteen Custom Girls, and... my house is now empty. It was a healthy half-hour, but at this point I decide to just wait for mom to get home. Right after I go through my avatar perks...

DAVID HAINES
Divine Visage (User becomes unconventionally attractive to every woman who sees him.)
TOTAL COST: 10 avatar gems. OK? Purchased!

And with that, I set to the task of cleaning up the bedrooms.