Chapter 84: Good Milf (R18)

Stacy’s mother was so focused on the sight, so lost in the wet heat between her legs, that she shifted her weight at the wrong moment. Her heel slipped on the hardwood floor.

She fell forward through the doorway with a startled gasp and landed hard on her hands and knees inside the bedroom. The mini dress flipped fully up over her ass. Her soaked panties were on full display. Her fingers were still shiny with her own wetness. The fall put her less than six feet from the bed.

The sound finally made Stacy’s glassy, half-conscious eyes drift toward the movement. For a second some spark of recognition flickered through the ahegao. Her voice came out completely wrecked, slurred and barely human.

"Mom... Mom’s... watching..."

Kyle glanced over his shoulder at the busty, drunk MILF on her hands and knees with her dress up and her pussy clearly soaked. He didn’t stop thrusting into Stacy. He just kept his cock buried deep and spoke calmly, almost conversationally, while he continued to use the daughter.

"Yeah. She is."

He turned back to Stacy, gripped her hips harder, and slammed in to the hilt one final time. He unloaded another thick, heavy load deep inside her with a low, guttural groan. Stacy’s body seized, a silent scream locked on her face as she was filled again. Her eyes rolled back fully. Her tongue lolled out. After more than ten hours of near-continuous fucking, her body finally hit its absolute limit.

"Mom- mo-"

She went limp under him, completely unconscious, pussy still weakly twitching and leaking thick cum around his cock onto the ruined pastel sheets.

Kyle stayed buried inside the Stacy for a few more seconds, breathing hard. Then he slowly pulled out. A heavy river of cum followed, pouring out of Stacy’s broken, overflowing pussy in a continuous stream that soaked further into the pastel bedding. He turned his full attention to the mother who was still on her hands and knees on the floor, mini dress up, staring at him with wide, drunk, aroused eyes.

Kyle slowly pulled his cock out of Stacy’s unconscious body. A thick, heavy river of cum followed, pouring out of her completely broken pussy and soaking further into the pastel sheets. She didn’t even twitch. After more than ten hours of near-continuous breeding, she was out cold, tongue still slightly out, legs limp and open.

He turned fully toward the woman on the floor. He looked at her body with nothing but lust in his eyes, while his dick remained unchanged, only getting harder, glistening with his own cum and Stacy’s discharge and fluids.

"Ahh... Who’s going to help me with this now."

Stacy’s mother was still on her hands and knees where she had fallen, mini dress flipped up over her ass, soaked panties on display, chest heaving. Her eyes were wide and glassy from alcohol and the raw taboo of what she had just watched. She stared up at the thick, cum-smeared cock that had just finished destroying her daughter.

Kyle stepped closer until he stood right in front of her face. His cock was still rock-hard, shiny with a mix of Stacy’s cream and his own thick cum, veins standing out along the shaft. He was still breathing a little heavy, but his voice came out calm and darkly amused.

"Well," he said, looking down at her. "Your daughter just left me half-finished. Somebody’s gotta take care of the rest."

Before the mother could react, he lifted his heavy cock and laid it horizontally across her eyes, covering them completely with the thick, veiny shaft. The heat of it, the wetness, the heavy weight of the cock that had just finished breeding her daughter pressed against her face. The scent of sex and cum filled her nose completely, blocking out everything else.

"Look at that," he muttered. "Still hard. Still full of vigor and yet my bitch is already unconscious."

A crooked smile was on his face as pressed down his cock on the face her mother.

"You gotta make up for your daughter’s unsatisfying performance."

The mother let out a shaky, panicked breath. The reality of the situation finally cut through some of the drunk arousal like cold water.

"I—I can’t," she stammered, voice trembling. "She’s my daughter—I can’t do this—I shouldn’t have even watched—"

She tried to pull her head back and scramble away on her hands and knees, mini dress still bunched around her waist, knees scraping on the floor as she attempted to put distance between them.

Kyle’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the jaw and the back of her head, stopping her cold. His grip was firm, almost casual in its strength, fingers digging into her cheeks. He tilted her face up toward him with no real effort, the heavy cock still resting against her skin, smearing precum and leftover cum across her forehead and eyelids in sticky streaks.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked quietly, almost conversationally. "You stood there and fingered yourself while I bred your daughter for how long? You fell into the room with your pussy dripping."

"...Don’t start acting shy now. I would hate to be forceful for nothing."

He put pressure into his grip squeezing in her cheeks.

"Please—I can’t—" she tried again, eyes wide with real fear now, trying to turn her face away from the thick cock that filled her entire field of vision.

"I’m her mother—this is wrong—let me go—"

Kyle didn’t give her the chance to finish.

He adjusted his grip, lined up the swollen, cum-slick head against her tightly closed lips, and pushed forward with steady, relentless pressure. When she tried to keep her mouth shut he squeezed her jaw harder until her lips parted with a pained sound. The thick, cum-smeared cock forced its way into her mouth in one continuous thrust, stretching her lips wide around the girth and sliding heavily over her tongue until the head bumped the back of her throat.

"Guess, you just won’t understand by human language."

*mggghf*

*mggrrhffuh*

The mother made a muffled, startled, panicked sound around him. Her hands flew up to his thighs and pushed hard, trying to create space, trying to get the invading cock out of her mouth. The strength simply wasn’t there only the shaky, ineffective resistance of a woman who had already spent too long watching and touching herself to the sight of this same cock destroying her daughter. Tears welled up almost immediately from the force and the sheer wrongness of what was happening.

Kyle held her head firmly in place with both hands and looked down at her with dark, calm eyes. He didn’t thrust yet. He just kept the thick length buried in her mouth, letting her feel the weight and the taste of her own daughter’s cream mixed with his cum.

"That’s better," he said quietly. "Now be a good MILF and finish what your daughter started."