futa mom x pure daughter

Martha woke to the sound of her alarm, the piercing beep echoing through the silent house. She groaned and rolled over, her red hair sprawled out on the pillow like a fiery halo. The digital clock read 5:30 AM—much too early for the kind of day she had planned. But today was special. Today was the day she'd finally tell Victoria, her daughter, about the secret she'd been keeping for years.

The room was still cloaked in shadows, but she could make out the outline of her bedroom, the dresser with its drawers slightly ajar, and the faint scent of jasmine from the candle she'd lit the night before. She threw off the covers and swung her long legs over the side of the bed. Despite the early hour, her cock was already semi-hard, the anticipation of what was to come pulsing through her veins. It was a sight to behold, a thick and powerful member that hung between her legs like a declaration of intent.

Martha's eyes searched the room, coming to rest on the reflection in the mirror opposite her bed. The moonlight cast a pale glow over her naked form, highlighting the curves and angles of her body. Her breasts were full and round, nipples hard with excitement, and her abs were taut from years of rigorous exercise. She stood and stretched, the muscles in her back rippling as she did so, giving her cock a gentle tug. It grew to full mast, standing tall and proud against her thigh. She couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Victoria's reaction.

Quietly, she padded down the hallway, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. She knew Victoria's room was the last one on the left, the door slightly ajar. She'd been watching her for weeks, admiring the way her daughter's hips swayed when she walked, the subtle jiggle of her ass that sent a shiver down Martha's spine. Tonight, she'd get to see it all up close.

Pushing the door open, she stepped into the room, the scent of Victoria's sweet, innocent perfume filling her nose. The moon cast a soft light through the curtains, illuminating her daughter's naked form. Victoria lay sprawled on her back, one leg thrown over the edge of the bed, one hand resting gently on her stomach. Her red hair fanned out around her head like a fiery halo, and her green eyes fluttered open as she felt the cool air brush against her skin.

Martha felt a twinge of arousal as she took in the sight of her daughter's body, the gentle swell of her breasts, the flat stomach that hinted at the promise of the night ahead. Victoria was a vision of purity, a canvas untouched by the brush of sexual experience. Her heart raced as she thought about what she was about to do, the taboo act that would forever change their relationship. But she couldn't resist the urge, the need to claim her daughter, to show her the ways of the world in the most intimate of ways.

With surprising gentleness, Martha reached out and rolled Victoria onto her stomach, her hand lingering for a moment on the soft, supple skin of her back. She took care not to wake her, enjoying the quiet peace of the moment. Victoria's breathing remained steady and deep, a testament to her trust in her mother. Martha felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the throb of her cock and the thrill of what was to come. She leaned over her daughter's form, her breath warm against the back of Victoria's neck.

Her hand traveled down, caressing the curve of Victoria's ass. It was firm and round, begging to be gripped and claimed. Martha's cock twitched in response, pre-cum beading at the tip. She lined herself up, the head of her cock nuzzling against Victoria's pussy lips, feeling the wetness that had begun to seep out of her. The scent of arousal filled the air, a heady mix of desire and innocence that made Martha's mouth water.

With a gentle but firm pressure, she began to rub her tip against Victoria's opening, the delicate folds parting just enough to tease her. She was careful not to go too fast, not to wake her daughter with anything but the sweet promise of pleasure. Victoria's body responded almost imperceptibly, a slight arch of the back, a soft sigh that was barely audible. Martha felt her own arousal build, her heart hammering in her chest as she held back, savoring the moment.

The room was still, the only sounds the steady rhythm of Victoria's breathing and the soft, wet noises of Martha's cock sliding against her skin. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance that set her nerves alight. She took a deep breath, her hand tightening on the base of her shaft as she pushed in just a little further, feeling the heat of her daughter's body envelop her.

Victoria stirred, a small whine escaping her lips as the pressure grew. Martha held still, her heart racing as she waited for her daughter to wake. She wanted Victoria to be aware of what was happening, to feel every inch of her mother claiming her. When Victoria's eyes finally fluttered open, Martha leaned down and whispered into her ear, her voice a seductive purr, "Shh, baby, it's just me."

Victoria's eyes went wide with shock and confusion, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of something pushing into her. But Martha's gentle strokes and soothing whispers soon melted away her fear. She pushed in further, her cock inching its way into Victoria's tight, untouched pussy. The resistance was intoxicating, a sweet challenge that made her want to thrust deeper, to claim her daughter completely.

Victoria gasped as she felt the intrusion, her eyes searching the darkness for the source of the sudden sensation. "Mom?" she murmured, voice thick with sleep. Martha leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, her breath hot and ragged. "It's okay, baby," she whispered, her voice a mix of reassurance and desire. "This is what mommies do to make babies."

The words sent a jolt of understanding through Victoria. She was curious and questioned what that meant, but the haze of sleep made it difficult to piece together. Her body was already responding, her pussy clenching around the thickness inside her. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, the taboo nature of the act making her heart race.

Martha felt Victoria's muscles tighten around her cock and took it as a sign of consent. She began to thrust in earnest now, her movements slow and deliberate, watching her daughter's face for any sign of distress. "Does it feel good, baby?" she murmured, her voice thick with lust. Victoria's only response was a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process the sensations overwhelming her.

The room was filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound of Martha's hips meeting Victoria's ass, the occasional squeak of the bed. Martha's hand moved up to play with Victoria's clit, her thumb circling the sensitive bud as she pushed deeper into her. She felt Victoria's body begin to respond, her hips moving slightly in time with her mother's rhythm. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the innocent girl was slowly giving way to the wanton woman Martha knew she could be.

Victoria's moans grew louder, her body moving with more urgency. She was curious and naive about what was happening, nodding her head slightly with each thrust, as if trying to understand the new language of pleasure. Martha felt her own orgasm building, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She reached for the phone on the nightstand, her free hand trembling slightly. She knew she had to capture this moment, had to have a record of the night she claimed her daughter.

With a few quick taps, she turned on the camera and set it to record. The red light blinked in the darkness, a silent sentinel to their forbidden act. She watched the screen, the image of her cock disappearing into Victoria's pussy over and over, the way her daughter's body arched and shivered with each movement. It was mesmerizing, a visual feast that made her want to go harder, faster. "Does it feel good, baby?" she asked again, her voice hoarse.

Victoria's eyes fluttered open, a look of curiosity and confusion etched on her face. "What are you doing, Mommy?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. Martha leaned down, her breath hot against Victoria's ear. "I'm making you feel good, baby," she said, her voice a gentle coo. "This is how we make babies."

The concept was simple, yet so alien to Victoria. Her mind raced with questions, but the sensations coursing through her body overrode any rational thought. "Does it...does it feel good?" she asked, her voice trembling. Martha's thumb traced lazy circles around her clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. "Mm, yes," she murmured, "It feels...strange, but nice."

Martha's heart swelled with a twisted mix of pride and desire. She was the one to introduce Victoria to this world of pleasure, to show her the power of their shared secret. "Good, baby," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Mommy's going to make sure you feel so good." She thrust harder, watching her daughter's face contort with each penetration.

Victoria's eyes widened as she felt something new, a pressure building deep within her. "What's happening?" she panted, her breath hitching with each thrust. Martha knew her daughter was close, could feel the tightening of her muscles around her cock. "You're going to cum for me," she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "It's okay, baby. Just let it happen."

Victoria's cheeks flushed as she felt the first tremors of an orgasm she didn't fully understand. Her body was a live wire, each nerve ending singing with pleasure. "Mommy," she moaned, the word slipping from her lips like a confession. Martha's heart raced as she watched her daughter's transformation, the innocence of her youth giving way to the raw, carnality of adulthood.

"Are you...are you going to give me babies?" Victoria's question hung in the air, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and innocent. Martha felt a jolt of excitement, her cock swelling even more at the thought of filling her daughter with her seed. "Yes, baby," she murmured, her strokes growing more erratic as her own climax approached. "Mommy's going to give you a baby. Just like this."

With a final, powerful thrust, Martha felt herself let go, her cock pulsing as gallons of cum shot into Victoria's womb. She watched the screen, the sight of her daughter's tight pussy taking her all in, her own orgasm mirrored in the way Victoria's body trembled beneath her. "Mommy," Victoria whimpered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and confusion. "Can you give me lots of babies?"

Martha leaned down and kissed her daughter's shoulder, her own breathing ragged. "As many as you want, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "You're going to be the best mommy." She felt Victoria's body spasm around her, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, the sensation making Martha's own climax even more intense.

Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the warmth of Martha's cum fill her. The realization of what was happening settled into her mind like a warm blanket, a sense of rightness that she couldn't explain. "Mommy," she gasped, the word a plea and a declaration. "I want...I want to have your babies."

Martha's hand clamped down over Victoria's mouth to muffle her cries, her own hips bucking wildly as she continued to fuck her daughter. The thought of her seed taking root, growing into new life within Victoria's womb, was too much to bear. Her body was a live wire of pleasure, each thrust sending bolts of electricity through her. She could feel the head of her cock brushing against the walls of Victoria's pussy, the tightness gripping her in a vice-like embrace that was both painful and exquisite.

Victoria's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and arousal, her own orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Her body was not her own, a vessel for Martha's pleasure and the creation of new life. She felt her mother's hand squeeze her ass, the other still working her clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of lust. The pressure inside her built and built, until she thought she might shatter into a million pieces.

Martha's thrusts grew more erratic, her breaths coming in ragged pants. The headboard slammed against the wall in a steady rhythm, a silent metronome to their illicit dance. Her eyes never left the phone screen, watching the obscene display with a mix of pride and hunger. She could feel Victoria's body tightening around her, the walls of her pussy contracting as the orgasm took hold. It was beautiful, a symphony of lust that she had orchestrated.

"Babygirl," she whispered, her voice a mix of love and dominance, "are you sure you want to be a good mommy? Are you sure you want to have mommy's babies?" Victoria's only response was a muffled nod, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure washed over her. The question was rhetorical, a part of the script Martha had been playing out in her head for months. She knew Victoria would say yes, knew it was what she truly wanted deep down.

Martha leaned in closer, her breath hot against Victoria's ear. "Say it," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Tell Mommy you really want to have babies." Victoria's eyes snapped open, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Yes, Mommy. I want to have your babies." The words were a declaration, a surrender to the all-consuming need that had taken over both of them.

Martha's cock swelled even more at the sound of Victoria's submission. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with approval. She began to thrust faster, harder, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. "Take all of Mommy's cum," she ordered, her eyes locked onto the phone screen, watching the rapturous expression on Victoria's face.

Her daughter's pussy was tight and warm, a perfect sheath for her cock. She felt her orgasm building, a tsunami of pleasure that threatened to consume her. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, driven by instinct and the primal need to breed. With each thrust, she could feel Victoria's walls clench around her, milking her for every drop of cum she had to give.

Martha's eyes were glued to the phone screen, watching her cock disappear into Victoria's body, the way her ass bounced with every impact. It was like watching a porn, but better—this was real, this was happening right here, right now. Her hand moved faster on Victoria's clit, her thumb pressing down with more force as she felt the first waves of her climax approaching.

"Mommy," Victoria moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. She was lost in the haze of pleasure, her mind swirling with confusion and excitement. She'd never felt anything like this before, never knew her body could be used in such a way. The sensation of her mother's cock filling her, the feeling of being claimed, was overwhelming.

Martha's hips bucked as she started pumping gallons of fertile sperm into her daughter's womb. The feeling of her seed spilling into Victoria was indescribable, a high she'd never experienced before. She watched the screen, her eyes glazed over with desire as she saw her daughter's body react to the intrusion. It was a powerful, primal act that went against every societal norm, but in that moment, all she knew was the need to make her daughter carry her child.

Victoria's moans grew louder as she felt the warmth spread within her. The sensation was strange and overwhelming, but it didn't scare her. Instead, it filled her with a sense of belonging, a deep connection to her mother that she hadn't felt before. Her body was alive with sensation, her pussy clenching around Martha's thick cock as it pumped her full of life.

Martha watched as Victoria's belly began to swell slightly with each thrust, her eyes filled with a fierce, possessive love. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight, her hand moving to gently caress the swollen flesh. The thought of her daughter carrying her child, the fruit of their forbidden union, was too much to bear. She spanked Victoria's ass softly, a gentle reminder of who was in control, who was the one giving her this gift.

Victoria's skin was a canvas painted with the evidence of their love, a mix of sweat and cum that glistened in the moonlight. Each slap echoed through the room, a reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted in their relationship. Her cheeks were a rosy hue, a stark contrast to the paleness of the moonlit room. She gasped with each hit, the pain melding with the pleasure until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Martha's cock was still hard, the veins pulsing with the aftermath of her climax. She pulled out and rested her cock against her daughter's ass, the warmth of her cum seeping out of Victoria and onto the bed. The sight was almost too much to handle, a visual representation of their newfound intimacy that made her want to go again. "Mommy," Victoria whimpered, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Please, no more."

But Martha was insatiable. She leaned down and whispered into her daughter's ear, "Mommy's not stopping until midnight." The words were a promise, a dark, thrilling threat that sent a shiver down Victoria's spine. She didn't know if she could handle it, but the idea of her mother's relentless pursuit of pleasure was both terrifying and exhilarating.

With renewed vigor, Martha began to thrust again, her cock sliding in and out of Victoria's well-used pussy with ease. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through Victoria's body, the two sensations intertwining like a pair of serpents dancing. She could feel her mother's cum leaking out of her, a warm, sticky reminder of what they had done.

Victoria's eyes watered as she tried to hold back her screams, her body feeling like it was on the brink of breaking. She could feel her mother's hand moving away from her mouth, leaving it free to gasp for air. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "Mommy, I can't..."

But Martha was in a trance, driven by a hunger that was insatiable. She ignored Victoria's pleas, her thrusts growing more fervent with each passing second. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a cacophony of lust that was punctuated by the occasional whine of the bed's springs. The pain was intense, but there was something addictive about it, something that made Victoria's body crave more.

Martha's eyes were wild, her pupils dilated with desire as she stared down at her daughter's trembling form. She felt like a goddess, bestowing the gift of life and pleasure on the mortal beneath her. Her hips moved in a blur, each thrust a declaration of her dominance, her love. Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a silent scream as another orgasm ripped through her.

The room was a whirlwind of sensations—the scent of sex, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the wetness of their bodies melding together. The phone on the nightstand continued to record, capturing every moment of their depraved love-making. The red light was a constant reminder of the permanence of their actions, a beacon of their shared secret that would live on long after the night was over.

Martha's strokes grew more brutal, her hunger for Victoria's body insatiable. She took no heed of the pleas for mercy that fell from her daughter's lips. Each thrust was a declaration of ownership, a claim staked deep within Victoria's soul. The sound of her daughter's cries grew more desperate, a symphony of agony and ecstasy that only served to spur Martha on.

Her eyes remained fixed on the phone screen, watching the obscene show unfold. The sight of her cock disappearing into Victoria's pussy, the way her daughter's body trembled with each impact, was a vision that only served to inflame her passion further. She was lost in the moment, a predator claiming her prey, a mother shaping her daughter into a vessel for her own desires.

Martha's hips snapped forward with the force of a piston, her cock plunging into Victoria without mercy. The girl's pleas for respite fell on deaf ears as Martha's own need for release grew more intense. Each thrust was a declaration of her dominance, a reminder that Victoria belonged to her, body and soul. The smell of sex grew stronger, the scent of Victoria's arousal mingling with the musky scent of Martha's desire.

Victoria's body writhed beneath her mother's, a canvas of pleasure and pain. Her pussy felt stretched to the limits, each movement sending jolts of exquisite agony through her body. But amidst the pain, there was something else—a blooming warmth that spread through her core, a hint of pleasure that grew with each relentless push. She bit down on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to make sense of the tumult of sensations.

"Mommy, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "It hurts. It's too much." But Martha was deaf to her cries, driven by a need that transcended mercy. Her hips pistoned faster, her cock plunging into Victoria with a ferocity that seemed almost cruel. Yet, even as the pain grew, Victoria's body began to respond, her hips moving in a counter-rhythm to meet her mother's thrusts.

Martha's eyes gleamed with a dark hunger as she watched the redness spread across Victoria's ass, the handprints standing out starkly against her pale skin. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Take it all for Mommy." Her hand snaked around Victoria's body, finding her clit again. She began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, the motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through her daughter's body.

Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head, her voice slurred with exhaustion and overstimulation. "Mommy," she gasped, "I feel dizzy." But if Martha heard the plea for mercy, she gave no indication. Instead, she seemed to take it as a challenge, her thrusts growing even more forceful. Each movement sent a jolt through Victoria's body, the pain and pleasure melding into a single, overwhelming sensation.

"My belly's gonna break," Victoria murmured, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their coupling. But Martha's only response was to start moving faster, her hips pistoning like a machine. She watched the screen with a wild, hungry gaze, her hand working Victoria's clit with a fervor that bordered on violence. She was lost in the moment, the line between love and dominance blurred beyond recognition.

Victoria's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a tapestry of pain and pleasure. Each thrust sent her closer to the edge of consciousness, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. She didn't know if she wanted to. The feeling of her mother's cock filling her, the weight of her body pressing her into the mattress, was a strange, intoxicating mix that clouded her mind. "Mommy," she whimpered, her voice slurred with exhaustion. "I'm gonna pass out."

Martha's response was to increase her pace, her strokes growing more urgent. She could feel her orgasm building again, a volcano threatening to erupt. Her hand moved faster on Victoria's clit, her thumb pressing down with an almost violent insistence. "That's it, baby," she growled, her voice a mix of love and lust. "Take it all. Take Mommy's cum."

Victoria's body was a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was building like a crescendo, threatening to drown her in a sea of sensation. "Mommy," she whimpered, her voice slurred with exhaustion. "I'm so hot, I feel like I'm about to burst."

Martha's eyes lit up with excitement at her daughter's words. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. Her own climax was a mere heartbeat away, the need to fill Victoria with her seed an all-consuming hunger. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against Victoria's back as she whispered into her ear, "Mommy's going to give you everything you need, baby. Just hold on."

Her hips moved with the rhythm of a wild beast, each thrust pushing Victoria closer to the edge. She could feel the tightness in her own belly, the pressure building until it was unbearable. With a roar of triumph, she came again, her cock pulsing as gallons of fertile sperm shot into Victoria's welcoming womb. The heat of her climax seemed to fill the room, a tangible force that made the very air around them crackle with energy.

Martha finally gave her daughter a break, her cock slipping out of Victoria's swollen pussy with a wet sound. She collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting heavily. The room was silent except for their ragged breaths and the occasional drip of cum from Victoria's body. The red light of the phone continued to blink, a silent sentinel of their depraved love.

Victoria lay there, her body trembling, the warmth of Martha's cum still spreading through her. The pain had ebbed, leaving behind an emptiness that was almost as unbearable as the fullness had been. She felt...used, but not in the way she had feared. There was something almost comforting in the aftermath, a sense of belonging that she had never felt before.

Martha lay beside her, panting heavily. Her hand rested on Victoria's hip, her thumb idly tracing circles on her skin. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice gentle. Victoria took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "Different," she finally managed to say. "It's like...I don't know. It's like I'm not me anymore."

Martha rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. She studied Victoria's face, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and lust. "What do you mean, baby?"

Victoria's eyes searched her mother's, looking for something she couldn't quite articulate. "It's...it's good," she finally said, her voice shaky. "But it's also...it's a lot to take in."

Martha nodded, her expression softening. "I know, baby," she said, her thumb still tracing lazy circles on Victoria's skin. "But you're so strong. You took it all like a champ." There was a hint of pride in her voice, a warmth that seemed to emanate from her very being.

Victoria swallowed, her eyes still glazed over. "It...it was good," she admitted, her voice small. "But it's just..." She trailed off, unsure of how to explain the tumult of emotions and sensations that still churned within her.

Martha leaned over and kissed her forehead, her hand moving to stroke Victoria's hair. "You're okay," she murmured, her voice soothing. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed. It's a big step."

Victoria nodded, her eyes still closed. "What...what do we do now?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Martha's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Well, for starters," she said, her voice a low purr, "I think it's about time you had a taste of what you've been missing." She reached down between Victoria's legs and scooped up a fingerful of their combined juices, bringing it to her mouth. She licked it clean with a slow, deliberate motion that made Victoria's stomach twist.

"But," she continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone, "we need to talk about what happened here tonight. This isn't something we can just forget about, baby. You're going to be a mother now." The weight of her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the reality that had crashed into their lives.

Victoria's eyes snapped open, the gravity of the situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. "A...mother?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, a mix of emotions that she had never felt before.

Martha nodded, her expression one of pure love and lust. "Yes, baby," she murmured, her hand still resting on Victoria's hip. "You're going to be a good mommy. You're going to carry my child, and we're going to take care of it together."

Victoria felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the revelation. Her mind raced with questions, but all she could do was nod, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But what about...what about the baby?"

Martha's expression grew solemn as she took Victoria's hand in hers, her thumb stroking the back of it gently. "Don't worry about that, baby," she assured her. "We'll handle it together. I've been planning for this moment for a long time."

Victoria's mind reeled with the revelation. "But...what about brother?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. "What will he say?"

Martha's eyes took on a mischievous glint as she leaned in closer, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Oh, baby," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr, "I have a little secret to tell you." She paused, letting the anticipation build, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. "You see, your little brother got me pregnant first."

Victoria's eyes widened in shock, her mouth dropping open. The revelation was like a slap in the face, and she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "But, but...how?" she stuttered, her mind racing.

Martha leaned in closer, her grin growing wider. "It was during one of your brother's sleepovers," she began, her voice a seductive whisper. "He couldn't handle the sight of you growing up, becoming a woman. So, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine." She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. "One night, when he was in the shower, I couldn't resist the temptation anymore. I snuck in and he claimed me, just like I did to you."

Victoria's mind reeled with the revelation. The thought of her brother with her mother was just as shocking as their own encounter, but somehow, it made everything feel...right. She didn't know why, but the idea of them all being connected in such a primal way was oddly comforting. "So, you're saying..." she began, her voice trailing off as she tried to piece together the puzzle.

Martha nodded, her eyes never leaving Victoria's. "Yes, baby," she said, her voice filled with a dark excitement. "I'm saying that we're going to be a family in every sense of the word." She leaned closer, her breath hot against Victoria's cheek. "Do you want to go and try your brother's cock?" The question was a challenge, a promise of a new chapter in their lives.

Victoria's heart raced, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her mother's lovemaking. The idea of being with her brother was as taboo as it was thrilling, a thought that had never even crossed her mind. Yet, as she looked into Martha's eyes, she felt a strange sense of curiosity mixed with arousal. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What if...what if he doesn't want to?"

Martha's smile grew even more mischievous, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Oh, baby," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Trust me, he's wanted you for a long time. I've seen the way he looks at you." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Victoria's ear. "Do you know how much he wants to get you pregnant?"

Victoria's cheeks flushed at the thought, a strange mix of horror and arousal coursing through her. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Martha leaned in even closer, her breath hot against Victoria's ear. "You've been driving him wild, baby," she murmured. "And now, it's your turn to make him beg for it." She slid her hand down Victoria's body, her fingers dancing over her still-sensitive clit. "Do you want to see how much he wants you?"

Victoria's breath hitched as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. She nodded, unable to form coherent words. Martha chuckled, her hand moving away from Victoria's pussy. "Good girl," she said, her voice filled with approval. "Now, go to him. Show him what a good little slut you can be."