Spread Lois Even Wider

The old woman's wrists began to part. Just a little, just enough to make Lois Lane writhe, her hands grabbing the table for support. Her pussy was on the verge of pain, so absolutely full...and people were watching, staring at them.

"No more...no more...!" Lois gasped "Mom, I can't take it!"

"You can and will," Ella Lane said coolly. Her hands were spreading apart inside of her daughter, a hair's breadth growing steadily wider. Genuine pain shot through the reporter's crotch now, the old woman's fingers scratching at her deep within. The reporter could almost imagine the strands of muscle snapping one by one.

"Mom...please..." Her daughter begged. She shuddered, sexual excitement fighting with horror, wondering how she had let things get to this point.

"Lois, answer me truly: are you on birth control?" Ella asked, ignoring her daughter's pleading.

Bewildered, Lois could only answer honestly. "N-no...what does that have to do with anything?"

The gap between Ella Lane's hands was about half an inch now. Lois Lane hadn't felt this stretched out at her last gynecologist appointment. Yet her mother's eyes, the same as her own, were intent, and Lois did her best to hold her legs steady, thighs spread as wide as she could.

"I need a grandchild. You really are in your prime babymaking years. Just look at how elastic this pretty little pussy is."

There it was. The same voice that Lois had heard in the back of her mind for the last few months. The bowel-watering combination of parental guilt and reproductive fear that had made Lois diligently renew her birth control...until, sex being a distant possibility, she had let it slip. Now it came back to her all at once, like the ticking of her own personal biological clock...except everyone around her just heard it. Lois blushed, holding on for dear life, feeling all the eyes and ears of the bar on her as her mother slowly stretched her pussy farther and farther. The embarrassment was so acute, Lois could have died right then and there.

"Fine! Fine! I'll go get knocked up, I'll do it tonight! Just please stop..." The reporter was almost sobbing now, a grown woman begging her own mother to stop double-fisting her cunt.

"I'm going to hold you to that, Lois Lane," her mother said.