As lovers.

Sara let her actions speak for her, pressing forward and sliding home into her mother for the first time. Miriam was wet, but it had been at least a decade since she'd last had someone inside of her. As such, she was impressively tight, squeezing Sara as she slid in, only allowing the first four or five inches of fat futanari cock to slide in. Miriam moaned a long, loud, almost painful moan as Sara slid in, wrapping her legs around her own flesh and blood. Rocking her hips back and forth, Sara pressed deeper into her mother, getting deeper with every pump.

Miriam was so impossibly stretched but didn't feel any sort of pain. The wishbone-shaped legs of her clit were pulled taught, and each little thrust of Sara's fantastical meat made her jump and quiver. Typically, Miriam's orgasms were an hours-long affair, taking so long for her to ramp up to. Something she had to almost file a form to get, especially since her husband passed. But in the past thirty seconds of **** selfish rutting, Sara had managed to push her mother over the hill three times in a row. She was twitching and writhing with each movement within her, her legs wrapped around her daughter and her arms limply holding on to Sara's shoulders.

As Miriam grew wetter, Sara found it easier and easier to delve into her mother, her massive meat pole having been accommodated by the path that brought Sara into this world. Just as soon as Sara started to get up a decent pace, she found the back, the tight ring of Miriam's cervix keeping her from going deeper. She looked down at herself and hesitated, seeing that she had almost a whole foot of cock left to bury in her own mom. Their eyes met, and Sara started to part her lips, but Miriam cut her off, "Don't stop baby. I want more. I want all of you inside of me, I need you to cum home."

Biting her lip, Sara started to pick up the pace, hammering away at her mother's inner entrance, tapping away more and more. With each thrust, Miriam was pushed to the edge again and again, washing her child's cock with a small wave of her hot nectar to meet each strike of her piston. Harder and harder, Sara slammed into her mother, their bodies fully crashed together, the soft pillows of their tits pressing into one another. Sara's lips were locked with her mother's, their tongues dancing together as they kissed as a family never should.

Like a hammer on an anvil, Sara pounded away into her mother, against the very first line that she ever crossed, the one that all laws of the land and the Lord said she shouldn't. Finally, she started to feel the inner barrier of her mother's cervix slowly relent, and suddenly, all at once, she was back inside. Their pelvises finally pressed together, Miriam's poor little clit head pressed impossibly hard, the mixture of pain and pleasure making her cum so hard she washed her daughter's lap in her feminine cum, before falling limp. Pulling back, Sara looked down at her mother, her belly distended out from her daughter's cock in her womb, a bulge swelling her soft maternal belly. Miriam's eyes were swimming and slack, but the walls of her pussy were unrelenting in their massage of Sara's supersize fuckstick.

Sara was a little scared to move before Miriam seemed to come back too. Caressing the bulge in her belly, Miriam looked up into her child's eyes, and demanded, "Don't stop baby. Mommy needs to feel all that you can give her. Give me all of your love."