Chapter 88: Thank You

Kyle did not stop when the night fully settled over the house.

He kept Sophia on her knees between her daughter’s open legs for a long stretch after the previous load, one hand locked in her hair, the other gripping her hip as he fucked her from behind with heavy, steady strokes.

"Anghh- Please-"

Every thrust forced her mouth and nose harder against Stacy’s still-leaking cunt. Thick white cum continued to seep slowly from the unconscious girl in lazy rivulets, and every time a fresh trickle appeared he pressed the mother’s face into it until she licked and swallowed. The wet impact of his cock driving into the older woman mixed with the quieter, filthier sounds of her tongue working against her own daughter’s ruined, overflowing folds. Her full tits swung heavily beneath her with every impact. The torn mini dress hung uselessly around her waist.

Small, broken protests still left her mouth at first, though they grew weaker with every passing minute.

"Please... no more... I can’t keep..."

’This is my child. I’m licking my own daughter’s cunt while he fucks me. What the hell is wrong with me?’

Kyle answered by slamming in harder and shoving her face deeper into the messy cunt until her words turned into wet, muffled sounds.

"Shut up and keep cleaning. There’s still cum coming out of her. You’re not done until every drop that leaks from your daughter is on your tongue and down your throat."

Sophia’s tongue moved more readily now. The first few minutes had been pure force and shame, but the longer she stayed locked in place—mouth full of her daughter’s used cunt, cock driving deep into her from behind—the less her body resisted. Soft, reluctant moans began slipping out between licks.

"Nnh... ahh... mmph..."

’Why does it feel so full... why am I getting wetter every time he bottoms out...?’

He made her stay locked in that position until her jaw ached and her tongue was completely coated in the thick, salty mixture of everything he had pumped into Stacy over the previous hours. Only then did he pull out of the mother’s cunt with a wet sound, drag her fully onto the bed by the hair, and shove her onto her back right beside her unconscious daughter.

"Finally, you are stopping to bitch about your daughter,"

He folded Sophia’s legs high toward her chest, pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand, and sank back into her in one long, deep thrust while forcing her head to the side so she had no choice but to stare at Stacy’s limp, cum-covered body only inches away.

"Look at her," he ordered while he fucked the mother with deep, heavy strokes that made the bed creak.

"Look at what more than ten hours of this cock did to your daughter. She’s still leaking. She’s still full. And now you’re taking the exact same thing right next to her."

Sophia sobbed at first, eyes glassy and wet, but her body no longer fought with any real strength. Her full, marked tits bounced heavily with every impact. Her pussy made loud, wet sounds around his thick cock. Whenever her gaze drifted away from Stacy he slapped her face or the soft underside of her breast until she looked again. Each sharp impact made her walls clench harder around him, and soft, broken moans began mixing with the sobs.

"Ahh... nnh... fuck... I’m.... breaking..."

’She’s right there. My little girl is right there, used and overflowing, and I’m getting fucked next to her... and my body is answering him.’

Hours blurred together under the soft pink LED glow of the colorful cosplayer bedroom. The posters and figurines on the walls watched without expression as the night wore on.

He flipped the mother onto her stomach when he wanted a different angle and took her from behind while making her hold one of Stacy’s limp thighs open with her own shaking hand. He made her lick fresh cum from her daughter’s stomach and the soft underside of her tits whenever some of the earlier loads had dripped or been smeared there.

"What a good bitch,"

The first time she resisted he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a sharp print. The second time her tongue moved without being forced. By the third time she was licking on her own, soft humiliated moans slipping out as she cleaned her daughter’s skin.

’I’m cleaning my own daughter’s body... and I’m moaning while I do it...’

He made her thank him in broken, exhausted fragments for every new load he dumped inside her own cunt. When her voice grew too quiet he slapped her ass and told her to speak up.

"Louder. Say thank you for filling the mother after the daughter broke."

"...Thank you..." she whispered against the sheets the first time, voice almost gone.

*Why did that come out so easily...?*

Later, after another load, the words came out softer but clearer, almost automatic.

"Thank you... for filling me..."

Somewhere past three in the morning he pulled out of the mother, stroked himself a few times over both of their bodies, and came across them at once—thick, heavy ropes landing on Stacy’s unconscious stomach and Sophia’s marked, bouncing tits. He immediately shoved the mother’s face down and ordered her to clean every streak off her daughter’s skin with her tongue. This time she did it without needing to be forced. Tears still ran down her face, but her tongue moved steadily, licking her own child’s body clean of the fresh cum while soft, shaky moans left her throat.

*It tastes like him... it tastes like what he put inside both of us...*

The moment she finished the last streak he sank back into her cunt in one hard thrust and resumed fucking her without pause.

"Nnh—ahh—yes..."

His cock stayed hard and thick. His stamina never truly dropped no matter how many times he came.

He moved between them freely as the night continued. Sometimes he made Sophia lie on her side facing her daughter so he could fuck her while she was forced to keep one hand spreading Stacy’s pussy open, watching more cum seep out with every small shift of the unconscious girl’s body. Sometimes he put the mother on her back again and folded her so tightly that her knees pressed near her shoulders, driving into her with short, brutal strokes while her head was turned toward Stacy’s empty face. Every time Sophia started to drift into a blank-eyed state he slapped her or pinched her nipples hard enough to drag a fresh sound out of her throat and kept going.

The protests had almost completely disappeared. Soft, continuous moans took their place.

"Ahh... nnh... fuck... deeper..."

’I shouldn’t want this... but my hips keep moving to meet him... and it feels so good when he hits that spot...’

By the time the sky outside the curtains began to shift from pure black to the first deep blue of approaching dawn, the mother was barely coherent. Her voice was almost completely gone. Her eyes had taken on the same empty, fucked-stupid glaze her daughter had worn many hours earlier. She no longer tried to close her legs when he spread them.

"Fuh- fuck- me-"

She no longer tried to turn her face away when he pressed it back between Stacy’s thighs or against her daughter’s cum-smeared stomach. When he pushed her onto her back and folded her open she only let out a soft, broken, continuous sound and took every thrust without resistance hips even rolling weakly upward to meet him.