Mother-Daughter

“Were you always like this?” Nami asked, surprised by this strange side of her mother.

“Yeah, but I dialed it back around you kids,” Bell-mère informed her. “There’s a reason Genzo was always so quick to call me shameless. Honestly… I had no idea what I was going to do when you two started growing. We only had the one bed. All I knew was that I was going to threaten Nojiko’s first boyfriend with my rifle, I was going to take you both drinking once you turned sixteen and if either of you got engaged I was fully intent on sweet talking your fiance’s family into paying for the wedding.”

Nami smiled wistfully, “I’m sorry you never got to do any of that.” Then she smirked. “But at sixteen I would’ve drunk you under the table.”

Bell-mère let out a melodious laugh. “Hehehee! But that’s the point Nami…” Her hands drifted down from Nami’s hips and grabbed her rear. “I wasn’t there when you were growing up. I missed out on a lot. And now here you are ten years later. I still have no clue what I’m doing so I’m hoping that at the very least I can teach you some tricks while I’m here.”

“But… you’re my mother,” Nami protested.

“And I can’t tell you enough how much I love hearing that,” Bell-mère said. “But being sisters certainly didn’t stop you and Nojiko from going at it like little horny bunnies.”

Nami flushed at the memory of the countless times she and Nojiko had taken full advantage of the fact that they weren’t blood related.

Nami looked up at the empty room around Arlong Park. “There are people watching.”

Bell-mère smiled. “No one’s watching anymore Nami. You won. You conquered one of your worst memories and this is your prize. The video Den Den Mushi stopped recording. And since no one ever really picks the wood door, you can stay in this room as long as you like. Frankly, I’m surprised that you picked this door when the others were offering so much money.”

“I thought they were trying to scam me,” Nami confessed. “But… you taught me that there were more important things than money. Like family. So this... seeing you again… it’s definitely worth giving up all that money. I’m glad I did it.”

“Then let’s make the most of it,” Bell-mère suggested. “You have eight years’ worth of bad memories in this place. Your friend created a good memory when he destroyed it. And you made another one when you came back and fried Arlong like the rotten fish he is. Now why don’t you let me help you make some new memories by desecrating that prick’s precious Arlong Park?”

Bell-mère’s hands once again slid up Nami’s sides and she gave daughter’s chest another playful squeeze. But this time Nami didn’t recoil or protest. She noticed that her mother seemed understandably bitter towards her killer. But the fishman she'd beaten had been responsible for tearing their family apart and was sole reason why Bell-mère wasn't able to raise Nami and Nojiko like she wanted.

“This has got to be the weirdest, most surreal sexual fantasy I’ve ever had,” Nami remarked. “But if I’m gonna fool around with anyone in this strange game… it might as well be someone I love.”

“Atta girl!” Bell-mère encouraged her as she gave Nami’s chest another squeeze.

But then Nami reached up and grabbed Bell-mère’s wrists. “But if we’re going to do this whole ‘desecrate Arlong Park thing’ I think the best place to start would be Arlong’s throne.”

Bell-mère beamed. “Aw! My little girl’s grown up to be so wicked and spiteful! I’m so proud!”

Mother and daughter linked elbows as they turned and walked towards Arlong’s throne.

“And,” Nami added once they reached it. “If we’re doing this… you’re going first.” She pushed Bell-mère into the throne. The large chair designed for a ten-foot tall fishman was twice the size of the woman seated in it. Nami smirked as she climbed onto the chair and straddled Bell-mère’s legs. She leaned in and gave her mother another kiss before she reached down and started to undo the buttons on her shirt.

“Hehehee…” Bell-mère let out an amused giggle. “Of course you’d go straight for my chest.”

“Why’s that so amusing?” Nami asked.

“When I first brought you home, you prodded at my breasts when I held you,” Bell-mère recounted. “It took me a while to realize that you were still nursing. I had just brought you home and I didn’t want to start failing you as a mother right off the bat. So I undid my shirt and let you do what you wanted. You were a persistent little thing even back then. You kept on sucking even after you realized you weren’t getting any milk. I eventually had to bribe you with a bottle to get you to finally stop. And even then, once you were finished, you went right back to suckling on my tit. You had the cutest little smile on your face and I didn’t have the heart to stop you. And then Nojiko came over and decided she wanted to try. That was the first thing the three of us did together as a family. And that was the moment when I decided I'd do absolutely anything for you two.”

Nami smiled at the story but frowned in confusion when she tried to think of the memory. “I… don’t remember that.”

“I’d be surprised if you did,” Bell-mère reassured her. “You weren’t old enough to remember it properly. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen or that you weren’t there.”

“Let’s recreate it then,” Nami decided as she undid the rest of Bell-mère’s buttons and pulled the shirt open to reveal her mother’s bare breasts. “Oh, no bra, huh.”

“Come on, Nami,” Bell-mère lightly chided her. “You’ve got to remember this one. I only owned two bras. I saved one for special occasions and the other was for laundry day.”

Nami did remember this one. Bell-mère never liked doing too many loads of laundry. She always wore a plain gray bra and a matching pair of panties on laundry day so she could wash all her other clothes at once. Genzo had once made the mistake of showing up at the house during laundry day. He got one look at Bell-mère walking around in her state of undress and fled with a beet red face. From then on, he knew not to drop by when he saw clothing drying out in the tangerine grove.

“I remember the time we tried to steal them…” Nami recalled as she thought of Bell-mère’s bras.

She had been five and there were two of them. One for Nami and one for Nojiko. Nami had been drawn to the fancier black bra which left Nojiko with the gray one. They wore them as hats. Bell-mère had seen them making off with her underwear and had caused quite the commotion as she chased her daughters through Cocoyashi Village. Eventually she caught them and had scolded them on the way back home. “If you want a bra so bad… grow your some boobs and buy your own…”

Both bras had gotten dirty during the chase which meant Bell-mère was down to just a pair of panties when she had to wash them with everything else the next laundry day. Nami and Nojiko felt bad so as a show of solidarity, they’d taken off their dresses so they could be added to the day’s laundry. All three of them had spent the rest of laundry day in just a pair of panties.

“I figured reuniting with your daughter would be considered a special occasion,” Nami said.

“It is,” Bell-mère assured her. She reached down and pulled down the neck of Nami’s green tank top which exposed the pirate’s big J-Cup breasts. “But it’s not like you’re wearing one either.”

“I was when I started,” Nami insisted. “In fact, all I was wearing was a bikini top and some low cut jeans. But they changed my outfit.” Nami flicked Bell-mère hands off her chest. “Now hands off… I already told you that I was going first. I wanna show you how grateful I am for everything you did for us.”

Nami pounced on her mother and kissed her again. Their bare breasts mashed together as Nami slipped her tongue into the mouth of the woman who had adopted her and raised her for ten years.

“Mmm… Nami…” Bell-mère moaned against her. Nami broke the lip lock and planted another quick kiss on Bell-mère’s chin then trailed more kisses down her neck then pecked her collarbone before she finally latched her mouth onto her mother’s breast. “Aaah…” Nami brought her hand her other hand up and kneaded Bell-mère’s other breast. Bell-mère wrapped her arms around Nami and lovingly stroked her back. Nami was flooded with feelings for warmth and love.

Nami gave Bell-mère’s nipple a playful nip which earned her a pleased yelp before she moved over to the other boob and started lapping away at the nipple.

“Mmmm… mmmm… That’s good!” Bell-mère gasped.

Nami kept at it for a bit longer before she eventually pulled off and rested her chin on her mother’s chest. “So… how far are we going with this?”

“We’ll go as far as you want to, Nami,” Bell-mère replied. “But keep in mind this will likely be our only chance to do it. Once you leave the dome... that's it.”

“I never even dreamed I’d be doing something like this,” Nami admitted. “But since I am… and since I’m enjoying it… we might as well go all the way. This isn’t my first time with a woman ten years my senior.” She had Nico Robin to thank for that experience.

Nami slid back off the chair then leaned over and undid her mother’s pants. Bell-mère obligingly pushed her hips up off the chair so Nami could slide her pants and panties down to her shins. The ex-marine spread her legs and Nami got her first up close look at Bell-mère’s pussy. The lips were shaved bare and there was a inch-wide strip of curly fuschia hair above her opening.

“Really?” Nami asked as she glanced up at the shaved sides of Bell-mère’s head and then back down at her matching, partially shaved pubes.

Bell-mère gave a casual shrug. “Spend a few years as a marine and you’ll learn to appreciate having things uniform.”

Nami quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not a fan of how the World Government operates. I’ve seen too much to ever be able to work for them in good conscience. You’re not… upset that I became a pirate, are you? Nojiko said you’d be okay with it.”

“Of course I am,” her mother reassured her. “I’m your mother. I’ll support anything that you want to do.” Nami beamed then leaned in and gave her mother’s clit a quick lick. “Aaah!” Nami started to lap at Bell-mère’s clit. She brought her hand up and slipped two fingers inside the other woman’s slit. “AAAH!” Nami was encouraged by the pleased moan and started to tease Bell-mère’s clit and slit at the same time. “AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!”

“Mmmm…” Nami mumbled as Bell-mère’s legs came together and squeezed her head. But she kept going and continued to swirl her tongue around her mother’s clit while still pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. “Mmmm…”

“AAAH! Yes! Yes! Like that! AAAH!” Bell-mère cried out. “Twist your fingers! Twist them while you do that!” Nami obliged and gave her pumping fingers a little twist. “YEAH! LIKE THAT! AAAH! AAAH! THAT’S MY GIRL!” Bell-mère gripped the arms of the large chair and arched her back. “AAAH! EAT ME, NAMI! I’M GONNA CUM! EAT YOUR MOMMY’S PUSSY!”

Nami froze and managed to pry Bell-mère’s legs apart then came up for air. “Listen, this is already weird enough. Can you please not shout stuff like ‘eat your mommy’?”

“Fine,” Bell-mère agreed. “But get back to work!” She grabbed Nami’s head with both hands and stuffed her daughter’s face down into her pussy. “LICK MY PUSSY!” Nami heeded the demanding request and started licking her adoptive mother’s wet slit. “YES! YES! YES! NAMI! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop again! I’M GONNA CUM!” Nami picked up her pace and swirled her tongue up further so she could lap at Bell-mère’s clit before plunging back down into her slit. “OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH! NAAAMIIIII! AAAAH! I’M CUMMING!”

Nami could’ve gone her whole life without learning her mother was a screamer. But the screaming was actually muffled when Bell-mère’s legs began to squeeze the sides of her head. Bell-mère bucked and thrashed and pushed down on the back of Nami’s head to ensure that her daughter’s face was completely flush against her pussy.

“AAUUUGH! AAUUUGGH! NAAAAAMIIIIIIIII!” Nami felt her mother’s pussy spasming around her tongue as she came. The former pirate thief kept on licking her former marine mother’s pussy as she came down from her orgasm. “AAAAAAH! Aaaaaah! Yessss! That’s my girl!”

Bell-mère’s legs relaxed and Nami pushed them apart so that she could finally pull her face free. The navigator relished in being able to take deep breaths again then smiled as she licked her mother’s delicious juices off of her fingers.

Nami smirked at Bell-mère who was slumped back in the chair taking deep breaths. “You know, I’ve done some pretty weird stuff since I set sail. But this is pretty far up there on the list.”

Bell-mère smirked then looked down at her daughter and licked her lips. “Who says we’re done? It’s your turn now.”

Nami smiled as she stood back up and admired the view of her mother’s flushed body that was granted to her by the open shirt and pants bunched around her shins. She reached down and slid down her shorts and whatever panties the game had given her. Bell-mère’s eyes locked onto her daughter’s bare pussy as she kicked her shorts off to the side.

“This is easily the single strangest sexual experience of my life,” Nami remarked as she stood bottomless in front of her mother. “But I’m still loving every second of it… ‘cause I love you. And any time we can spend together, no matter how we spend it, is time well spent.”

“Well, I’m about to make the experience a whole lot better,” Bell-mère boasted as she motioned for Nami to climb up onto the chair. “Come to momma!”

Nami climbed up onto Arlong’s throne and stood up with her hands holding to the back so she could straddle her mother’s face. Bell-mère grabbed onto Nami’s hips and started to eat her daughter out.

The Catburglar’s mewls of pleasure soon echoed through Arlong Park as she and Bell-mère continued their enthusiastic efforts to desecrate Arlong’s precious throne.