Yes!!

Kendall understood what her mother was doing, and she whined. Kendall wanted to punish James, to refuse him the knowledge of her submission like he refused her the night off. She enjoyed him, and she lusted after him, but she also still hated him. More than hatred, however, she needed him, and knowing that, she held her mother tight and took security in the older woman’s soft, supple figure before relenting. “Fine,” she snapped, and staring past her mother, into James’ cold, cruel eyes, she shouted, “You own me, James! You own all of me! Every inch! Every ounce! You own my breasts, and you own my belly, and you own my face, lips, eyes, and nose. You own my pussy and my ass. You own everything inside and outside of me. I smell like you, I taste like you, I am yours, daddy! I’m all yours!! AGH!!!”

Rewarded with her admission, James rewarded her in turn. He silenced her by taking her to the root, his heavy balls coming to rest against her round bottom as she flexed and shivered around him. With her mother’s thighs holding her open, Kendall found it easy for James to go deep. Her cervix was open and willing, hungry for him and welcoming him without even a knock.

Writhing, Kendall clawed the sheets to keep her mother safe. She was nearly crying, it felt so good. “Fuck! Fuck!! Daddy, you’re so deep! You’re so fucking deep!!” That first orgasm lingered and bled into a second and, gradually, her anger was diminished. Panting and laughing, Kendall smiled up at him. “God damn it, James. Your dick is so good. It’s so big and so good. You’re fucking me and ruining me, and I love it!”

Paige laughed and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Of course you do, baby, you’re his slut.” Behind her, Paige felt James moving. He used Paige’s hips to keep balance but threw himself into Kendall with surprising ****. “You’re just daddy’s dumb little cock-hungry, size-queen slut, aren’t you?”

Kendall, whimpering, nodded as James fucked her. The younger woman had her eyes closed and her fingers in the sheets as she rode out the pleasure. She could do little to help him and just flexed around him, though that was not conscious. Her body was tightening with pleasure every time he moved inside of her.

“That is why mommy is so proud of you.” Smiling and lifting herself, moving carefully to keep from interrupting James’ pleasure, Paige took to kissing her daughter’s cheeks, neck, and collar bone. “Mommy has never been prouder,” she whispered, and she arched her back, curling some to find her daughter’s nipples and suck them. Kendall writhes beneath her, pleasure augmented by pleasure, and has two more climaxes before James grows bored.

James removes himself, and Kendall whines. She wants more, but she satisfies herself by cupping her mother’s head and holding it to her breasts. Looking down, she watches her mother nurse and sees James lining up behind her. It brings a smile to her face to see it. Paige has been kind to her all evening, helping her, almost protecting her, and Kendall can think of no better reward than the pleasure James’ dick can give.

Kendall has always thought her mother was beautiful, but she has never seen beauty like this before as James enters her. He takes her with a smooth stroke, his fat cock gleaming with Kendall’s feminine want. Kendall knows deep strokes like that personally and almost laughs as her mother goes wide-eyed and begins drooling over her cleavage. Paige comes immediately, and Kendall coos, cupping her mother’s cheek and giggling as her mother purrs, “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

“Isn’t it?” Kendall smiles. “You’re just as much of a slut as me, aren’t you, mom? You’re James’ slut, too?” Holding her mother by the chin, Kendall smooths Paige’s hair back and wipes her mouth clean. “Of course, you are. It’s like you said, it’s only natural for women to be drawn to men like him.”

Sighing contentedly, Kendall holds her mother by the ribs and watches the older woman’s heavy breasts bounce and jiggle as James works her. While she lacks the courage her mother had in initiating such intimacy, Kendall cannot help but be in awe of the beauty of her mother’s body. There is something natural about how the older woman moves, something primal but unspeakable in the grace, fluidity, and beauty of their union.

Watching her mother, Kendall remembered sucking James off in front of a mirror. She saw something similar in Paige as the two fucked. Kendall and Paige had always looked alike and seeing an older reflection of herself moaning and writhing against James really did a lot to flatter James. Kendall had always known that there was a lewd eroticism, a primal, natural, sensual elegance to the way James filled and stretched a woman, but it took seeing it happen to her mother to truly understand it. Her mother glowed with James inside of her, and Kendall could only imagine that she looked the same way under the same circumstances.

Reaching out, Kendall cupped her mother’s cheek and chose to kiss her. It was experimental and careful, a tender kiss until Paige took hold of her and held her in place. Then, their tongues met, and as James fucked her mother to an orgasm, Kendall was eating her mother’s moans and moaning back in a sloppy kiss.

Seeing them, James grunted behind them and held Paige’s hips low to sandwich their pussies together. He was already close, and there was a primal, animal joy in taking both women together. It was too much for a simple man like him and had him swollen between their bodies. He thrust forward to the root between them and heard the women giggle as he came. His semen spread and stuck across their bellies and the underside of their breasts and, holding Paige by the ass, James gave a few careful thrusts to spread it around before withdrawing completely.

James staggered back, breathless. “Fuck, that was a good nut.” Watching him move and swing, both women giggled and took their place on their knees at his feet. Their bellies and breasts were sticky with his seed, but neither seemed to mind. They focused instead on licking and sucking him clean, and James watched with a smile as he held each of them by the head. “You’re both little sluts, ain’t you?”

Paige chuckled against James’ shaft as Kendall nursed his crown. Leaning over, she kissed her daughter on the cheek and said, ‘I couldn’t be prouder.”

Afterward, the two took turns sucking him before James excused himself with a grunt and stomped his way back upstairs to the couch. Paige, meanwhile, stood and stretched. Her body was slick with semen and her pussy still dripping with arousal. Kendall stared up her mother’s form in quiet awe before standing to join her. “I could use a bath,” said Paige, looking down her body. She looked at Kendall, too, and laughed. “And so could you.”

Kendall, drunk on the moment and feeling flushed, giggled. “I am a bit of a mess,” she said, and she stared at all the cum between them and felt giddy. “That man comes like a stallion.”

Paige shrugged while checking her hair to see if any stray semen had gotten into it. Finding it clean, she said, “That’s because he is a stud.”

“He wasn’t always,” whispers Kendall, remembering James from two years ago. It takes effort now, though, as each new orgasm replaces the old James with the new and improved one in her mind and in her heart.

Paige looks at her. “What?”

Looking at her mother, Kendall shakes her head. Even if she wanted to ruin her mother’s understanding of James, she wasn’t sure that she could. Paige is dedicated to James and, thinking on it, Kendall sees no reason to hurt that. Her mother is happy as James’ fiance and slut, and Kendall is increasingly happy, too. Her family is closer now, and she likes that. It might be strange, and it might be lewd, but it is the first time in her life she has ever been this close with her mother.

She laughs. “Never mind.”

“Okay,” says Paige, and she rolls her eyes and takes Kendall by the hand. “Well, come on, let’s go take a shower.”

Kendall goes wide-eyed as she follows. “Together?!”

Looking back at her daughter, Paige laughs. “Of course,” she says, and she leads Kendall out of the bedroom and into the master bath. There, Kendall waits at the door as Paige goes to the shower and starts it. Turning to her daughter as the water warms, Paige says, “It will be just like when you were a kid.”

Kendall gives a flat stare. “Mom, we never showered together when I was a kid.”

“Really?” Paige shrugs. “First time for everything.” Opening the shower door, she checks the water, adjusts the temperature, and then looks at her sperm-soaked daughter again. “Come on, get in.”

Paige enters the shower first and holds the door open for Kendall to follow. Once both women are inside, they close the door after them and stand together in the small space. Their bodies touch and slide, the warm, rushing water the only barrier between them. It was similar to when James was fucking them, their breasts slapping, their bottoms slipping and sliding along each other. Kendall is mortified, the fugue of lust that drove her before having cleared from her mind, but her mother didn’t seemed to mind and touched Kendall lightly whenever she pleased, sometimes moving her.

Turning Kendall around, Paige laughs. “My God, Kendall, your body is incredible. You were always skin and bone growing up, but you’ve really filled out lately.”

Turning back toward her mother, Kendall frowns and looks down her body. From her perspective, she can only see her large, upthrust bosom and the slight swell of her belly. “I know, I’m getting fat.”

Paige rolls her eyes and smiles, shaking her head. “No, you’re incredible. I mean, look at you! No wonder James was so insistent on fucking you back into submission.”

Looking up in surprise, Kendall blushes and smiles. “He was?”

Paige nods. “Mmhmm,” she says, holding her daughter by the shoulders while leaning forward to grab a loofa. “He wanted you so bad that he would talk about it even when he was fucking me. He kept on saying that he was going to steal you back. I doubted him after first, but after he made me his slut myself, I was more convinced.”

Kendall watches her mother and laughs. “It’s hard to ignore eleven-and-a-half-inches.”

“Exactly,” says Paige, hanging from her daughter. While bent over, Paige stops to eye the remaining sperm on Kendall’s belly. Then, extending her tongue, she tastes it and licks it up. Kendall is surprised and moved to pull away, but Paige holds her in place, with her back to the water.

Though embarrassed, Kendall is still sex-drunk enough to allow it. She is flattered into complacency by both her mother’s words and actions. James has been fucking Paige for months, and though it is horrifying to think that this conspiracy had been so well-planned or at least planned for so long, it is almost sweet to hear how committed her daddy was to taming her. A part of her even wished he hadn’t waited so long.

Standing straight and holding a loofa in one hand now, Paige eyes Kendall’s breasts and gives one a light squeeze. “And look at these things. Have they gotten bigger, Kendall? What are you wearing now?”

Kendall still blushing, bites her bottom lip before answering. “I’m into a D cup now,” she says, and she giggles quietly while looking at her large, up thrust breasts. Her nipples are pink and swollen, gleaming in the water. “Can you believe it? I was an A all throughout high school, but when Penelope was born I got into a B. Addison got me to a C, and then this happens, oh, three or so weeks ago? Just before daddy took me.”

Paige smiles and traces her fingers along Kendall’s belly. It amuses her to hear Kendall talk about James. At this point, she hardly thinks her daughter makes efforts to call him her daddy. It is natural to her, like how she calls Jackson a cuck. The words just linger on her tongue and at the back of her brain, ready to jump out at a moment’s notice.

Cupping her daughter’s belly, Paige holds her while staring in the eyes. Their eyes are the same shade of stormy blue and their lips are matching pink. “Kendall, sweetie, you’re not pregnant, are you?”

Kendall’s brow knits, and then she laughs. “What? No, mom. Daddy has only been fucking me for a few weeks, so my breasts wouldn’t have had time to grow like that, and they got bigger before he showed up, anyway.”

Paige’s serious expression turned into a frown. “The cuck’s kid?!”

Laughing again, Kendall shakes her head. She feels dizzy in the steam, but she doesn’t think it’s the hot water. “No, no, no. We…didn’t have very much sex, and I’m on birth control anyway.”

Paige smiles. “Good,” she says. “You deserve to have a real man’s child, not to waste your time on a cuck’s children.”

Kendall rolls her eyes. A part of her still dislikes hearing Jackson referred to as a cuck, but she is growing desensitized to it. “Thanks, I guess,” she says, and then she goes tense again as her mother forget the loofa, dropping it to the wet floor, and leans down to taste her breasts.

Finding semen hidden under her daughter’s tit flesh, Paige cups both of Kendall’s breasts and lifts them, licking the underside of them before kissing her way up to Kendall’s nipples. There, she latches, sucking her long, stiff nipples gently and having her head cupped as Kendall watches her in surprised pleasure. “Oh! Mom…”

Paige smiles around her daughter’s nipples and scrapes them carefully with her teeth. Moving one of her hands, she finds her daughter’s womanhood and enters her slowly. Kendall watches, wide-eyed, and parts her legs for her mother, shivering as she leans her back against the shower wall for support. James’ fingers are wild ramrods, bludgeons that **** her open. Paige’s fingers are nimble, though, and tease her folds apart.

“Mom,” she gasps, holding her mother for support now as Paige smiles and purrs against her.

Slurping off of Kendall’s nipple, Paige stands with her fingers inside of her daughter. She now has Kendall pinned against the shower wall, the hot water rolling down her bodies as she stares Kendall in the eyes. Licking her lips, Paige whispers, “Call me mommy.”

Kendall, moaning, looks her mother in the eyes. It take a few moments for the words to register, but when she does, rolling her hips, Kendall purrs, “What?”

“Call me mommy!” Paige kisses Kendall and adds a second finger. A third follows shortly after. Even with three fingers, Paige cannot fill Kendall the way that James does, but that doesn’t mean she cannot bring her pleasure. Paige is inexperienced with other women, but a combination of taboo and intimacy help her along. She holds her forehead to Kendall’s after their lips part, and their soft, wet flesh molds together as the water runs between and around them. “If James is your daddy, then I should be you mommy,” she whispers, and she pulls Kendall into another kiss. Their tongues meet and, as they part, both are breathless. Paige pants, “Call me mommy, you slut!”

Kendall, wide-eyed, panting, moaning, whines the word. “Mommy!”

Smiling, Paige fingers Kendall harder, ramming her fingers knuckle deep on each stroke. Kendall moans, legs parted for her mother, finding only pleasure in it. Compared to James, this was a hollow echo, but it was an echo her mother was giving her, and that made it better.

“That’s right, baby. Come for mommy. Come for your mother. You’re such a good little slut, skipping school for your daddy, letting mommy finger you in the shower. You’re such a good, sweet girl.”

Kendall whines and holds her mother’s shoulder for support. She stares into her mother’s eyes, the matching stormy blue. It is wrong, but this is the most intimacy they have ever shared. This is the most praise Paige has ever given Kendall, and Kendall wants it so bad that she feels an orgasm growing inside of her.

Paige can feel it, too. It is a tension on the air as her daughter stares fixedly into her own eyes. Still smiling, she uses her thumb to light the fuse and presses against Kendall’s engorged clit to finish her daughter while snapping, “I told you to come, slut!”

Kendall shakes and comes hard, clinging to her mother and holding her for support. They never break eye contact, even as Kendall’s lips part and her panting, breathless moaning fills the shower like steam. As Kendall settles, Paige closes distance for another kiss. Their lips meet gently this time, and their eyes close. Kendall wraps her arms around her mother’s shoulders and holds her close, moaning into her mouth as she tastes her. As they part this time, Kendall is smiling. “Mom…Mommy, that was…!”

“I’m proud of you,” Paige says, and she removes her fingers from her daughter’s cleft. Holding her fingers to Kendall’s lips, she watches as her daughter cleans her. Afterward, they wash each other in lukewarm water. Paige scrubs Kendall, and Kendall scrubs Paige. When finished, they step out and Paige grabs them both towels.

“I’m on birth control, too,” says Paige while drying her legs. Kendall, also drying her legs, stops to look at Paige.

“Oh yeah?” She isn’t sure if that is the right response. She and her mother have never communicated much, and while she is grateful for their growing intimacy, she is also unfamiliar with it.

“Yeah,” says Paige, moving her towel up her body. She pats her pussy dry before moving to her torso and breasts. “I love James, or I love his dick, at least, but I don’t want anymore kids.” She smiled at Kendall while drying her arms. “I’m not young like you anymore. At this point in my life, I just want to be fucked.

Kendall laughs while drying her hair, her arms up and lifting her perky breasts, making them bounce as she moves. “I don’t want anymore kids either, mom. I have two already.”

Paige shakes her head. “You say that, but your body knows better.” Glancing at her daughter’s breasts, she says, “I think your breasts grew to get you ready for James, to get you ready for more kids. He’s a big man, and his kids are going to be hungry.” Paige shrugs, moving to dry her own hair. “Then again, Addison wasn’t hungry, but you might give him a son this time. A big, hungry son to suck all the milk from your heavy, leaking breasts.”

Kendall frowns at the thought, and Paige laughs, shoving her daughter gently. “It’s just a joke, Kendall. Lighten up.” Finished drying, Paige drops the towel to the floor for Oliver to pick up later and saunters out of the bathroom to dress. Kendall, meanwhile, finishes drying and lingers, staring at herself in the mirror and considering her mother’s joke. She feels her belly, wondering if the sperm James keeps leaving in the deepest parts of her has already done it its work despite her birth control.

Folding her towel and leaving it on the sink, she leaves, following her mother and dressing, too. On her way out, however, she wonders how she would feel if she were pregnant and how it would change her life and her relationships with Jackson and James, and she grows afraid of the answers she finds following the question.

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