Back your ass up on her gurl girth.

You look at your lovely daughter, her tongue lolling lewdly out of her mouth and drool running down to her breasts as they bounce beautifully with every pounding blow the stud behind her jackhammers into her tiny frame. She looks so frail...so vunerable...so helpless. You've been stuck there too, trapped between your own unnatural urges and dominated by big dicked dirtbags that just want to use you as a fleshlight. You think back to all the times you dismissed your darling daughter as a slut...a sissy...a brainless badgurl bottom bimboi bitch, and your heart almost rips asunder with regret.

You get down on your knees and crawl over to her so that you are just beneath her as she is bent over, panting and plowed. You lift your head to plant a plaintive kiss on her soft, supple lips, then a longer, more apologetic one, then a lingering lusty one, until you are sucking on her lips and tongue and whispering wetly between kisses, "I'm so SMACK sorry, sweety. I was so blind, so SHLLP stupid. I never realized how KISS hard it is to resist a hard SUCK fucking. From now on, MOAN mommy will help you get off instead of get on your SMOOCH case. From now on, mommy will KISSSS show you how proud SHHLLP she is of you, and hope SUCK she can make you WHIMPER proud of her too."

Samantha is stunned speechless, or perhaps she just doesn't want to disappoint her proud mommy by talking with her mouth full of your tongue. Either way, she doesn't need words to express her affection when you break the kiss and back up slowly to let her giant gurl girth slooowly spread your sissy cunt. The stud behind her is still rutting robotically away at her, pounding her with power and precision, every shuddery blow sending her sissy shaft spurting inside your creamy cunt. It's just one of countless fucks from another anonymous asshole using her body like a cocksleeve and cum dumpster. But the way you are tenderly, tortously teasing her throbbing clit by slipping your sissy pussy up and down it in sticky spirals is something new for you both.

"Muh muh MOAN MommEEEEEE! It fuh fuh NNNPH feeeeels sooooooo fucking FUCK FUCKING FUCK MEEEEEEE....PANT PANT sooooooo goooooooood!" You turn your head to find Samantha's mouth and her lips crush against yours, her tongue sliding wet and wanting inside you as her delectable dicklette does the same. You can't remember a time you've been so close to her, if ever. It's beyond the searing sensuality and orgasmic overload of her pretty pricklette pumping her girl goo in your cunt as you seize up and sissygasms and spurt around her shaft. It's the hardest and hottest bliss bomb that's ever buffeted your bimboi body, but the warmth doesn't obliterate your brain this time, it illuminates it.

A moment frozen in the sticky sweet amber of sissy spurts is more than enough to ponder the paradoxical problems of your progeny pounding your pussy and why it feels like the most filthy and fatherly and magical and motherly moment you've ever shared with your sissy son and devoted daughter. You are giving her love in response to her scorn. You are showing her she deserves to be wanted and worshiped while she settles for being used and abused as long as she gets attention. You are proving you will love her whatever she becomes, but offering the promise of something beyond the base, bestial instincts of your bimbug infected bodies. Most importantly, you are showing her your vulnerability, showing her that you need her too, that needing someone and admitting it isn't a weakness. It's a strength. You have said this and so much more...all without a word.

You barely notice the bricklayer finish flooding Samantha with his stud seed. You are too lost in her lips and entangled in her embrace. You both twist and turn and writhe and slide slickly against one another. You explore each others bodies as if for the first time...tenderly, reverently, lovingly kissing and caressing and squeezing and sucking until you have both lapped every sticky spot off each other and shared it in a kiss. It feels like forever, but it's over in minutes. You gradually come down from your heavenly high and both slowly disentangle from each other with a knowing look.

You realize that there are unkind eyes upon you, and you can't let them know you two are thick as thieves. You whisper, "They're watching us all the time. Quick...slap me." You see Samantha's eyes as she sends you reeling with a viscious backhand and you wonder if she's ever looked more hurt. You shoot her a loving look back that eases her pain and you both share a conspiratorial smirk as you realize you can communicate without words and the dull dickheads spying on you will just see Samantha bullying her bimboi mommy, and not the inseparable union of family forged in a fiery fuck and stronger than steel.

Samantha makes a show of spitting in your face and sneering, "Get back to work, ASSistant sissy ****! We've got a lot of appreciation to show and you aren't paid to stand around looking stupid, or else you'd be a gajillionaire by now." You nod sheepishly and follow her on to your next employee to reward. Her spittle sizzles on your skin, but you let it linger...like a kiss on the cheek you don't want to rub off. You smile vacantly, a mask of mindlessness as you plan your next move.