A Justing

Susan’s eyes rolled up and her body shivered as the enslaving process was completed. Now sex was the most important thing in her existence. She needed sperm. She needed to procreate.

With her last imprinted command still lingering in her mind, Susan stood up and got into position to start the procreation ritual. Meanwhile, the massive tentacle used for impregnation was already waving upward from the fungus’ main hole.

Carol had never seen this larger tentacle before. She watched intently as her mother bent her knees slowly, lowering herself closer to the awaiting pole that would plant a new seed in her womb.

Susan felt the enormous tip of the tentacle pushing her vaginal lips aside and as the first inches penetrated her pussy, an overwhelming rush of elation spread across her entire body. Her nipples swelled even larger.

Despite the inevitable pain of the first massive penetration, Susan couldn’t stop herself from plunging further down, letting her master’s fat cock impale her even deeper, while she coped with the shocking feeling of throbbing pleasure radiating in the most exciting way.

Leila could clearly see the shape of the large pole moving upward within her mother’s belly as her loins were pushed outward to make room for the pleasing intruder. She leaned forward and licked her master’s huge member through her mother’s alabaster skin that bulged out unseemly.

Finally, Susan felt the thick tentacle jolt as warmth spread inside of her. It was happening. Her Master was impregnating her inexorably. Susan climaxed too.