She repays her debt... Eventually.

The view of her perfectly pink pussy and inch-long clit was almost hypnotic. The glimmering shine coming from the small droplets of nectar forming all over her shaved lips reminding you somewhat of the mesmerizing sight of a warm fire in a cold night.

Mamma started walking towards you, her huge, heavy breasts swaying left and right at the rhythm of her equally appetizing thighs. Your mind going blank as you enjoyed the view, and your eyes fought to focus on this woman’s body equally.

She reached you before you could realize, planting her plump right nipple in front of your face. Without asking for permission, or even wanting it, Mamma set her hand on the back of your head and pressed you forward into her flesh, the nipple settling itself on the roof of your mouth as you opened your mouth instinctively.

The feeling of her nipple in your mouth awakened something inside of you. Some kind of primal instinct. You had technically never been born, being the result of lines of code being imprinted on an art asset inside a game. And yet here you were, licking and sucking on Mamma’s nipple just like a boar piglet that’s hungry for her first meal.

A soft moan coming from her throat told you that you were doing a good job, as you kept sucking and licking the engorged, fat nipple gleefully invading your mouth.

Mamma called one of her daughters to her side, the gleeful redhead Mallory, who had invited you inside their lusty cathedral. With a playful smile towards her “mother” she reached down and popped the lonely nipple of the big breasted woman into her mouth.

She seemed to have a lot more experience and drive than you, quickly sucking and licking on the entire teat with abandon, and producing ever growing moans from the big breasted woman.

Compared to her treatment of Mamma’s breast, your own lust looked subdued, almost immature.

Yet you kept insisting, sucking and licking on the nipple, coaxing it into engorging more and more with blood, the two of you together bringing Mamma closer and closer to ecstasy.

It didn’t take long before Mamma was pushing your face and Mallory’s into her breasts as she moaned louder and louder.

From between the mounds of tit flesh you couldn’t see it, but you weren’t the only ones pleasuring the big breasted woman, as another of her daughters, this one with blue-colored hair and a more mischievous attitude, travelled the folds of mamma’s pussy with her tongue and playfully teased her anus with long, wet licks from time to time.

The three-pronged attacked was merciless on the völva, who had dropped all pretense of refinement or charm from her façade, and now showed herself as a relentless machine of moans and swear words.

Finally, Mamma’s long-awaited orgasm came crashing onto her, sending waves of pleasure thorough her entire body, from the top of her head, to the tips of her nipples, down to her engorged clitoris and reaching the soles of her feet.

A river of cum shot from her pussy, onto the green-haired völva’s awaiting mouth, as both your own mouth and Mallory’s received an unexpected offering of rich-tasting milk. The sudden fullness in your mouth made you recoil instinctively, but Mamma’s hand was firmly locking you into place, and her strong grip on your head gave you **** but to receive her “gift”.

You gulped mouthful after mouthful of milk, but it seemed like it would never end. The sweet taste of the völva’s offering soaking into every inch of your mouth and throat as you gulped the fifth, and later sixth, and seventh mouthful. All the while the big-breasted blonde locking you into place moaned and screamed in pleasure.

Eventually her grip on your head weakened as the spurts of milk subsided and Mamma regained her composure. Ropes of milk flowing from her nipples and down her breasts, chest and thighs, bathing the blue-haired völva still glued to her pussy in even more of her mother’s fluids.

With a thinly-veiled gesture you saw her clean up some spit that had fallen from her mouth and down her chin during her orgasm, clearing her throat as she did so and regaining, albeit slightly, her dignified attitude.

“Well, that was…” She said, still regaining her composure “…A good appetizer.”

You weren’t sure how to react at her words.