Chapter 92: Ms. Sophia

Sophia’s body gave another small twitch, her hips shifting weakly around the cock still buried deep inside her. Stacy’s eyelids fluttered at almost the exact same moment, both women reacting in near-perfect unison even in the last moments of sleep. Kyle felt the tiny spasms around his shaft and couldn’t stop a low, muffled chuckle against Sophia’s breast.

’Both of them are waking up, huh? This is going to be fun.’

He pictured the exact second they would both fully open their eyes, look at each other, and realize the position they were in naked, cum-stained, and sharing the same man who had spent the previous day and night turning them into his personal cumsluts. The novelty of it was almost better than the sex itself. No one else would ever get to film a biological mother and daughter waking up like this. The viewers were going to lose their minds.

*Yawn.*

Sophia let out a quiet, gravelly yawn first. Her head felt heavy and foggy. Every muscle in her body ached with a deep, bruised soreness, as if she had been run over and then fucked for hours which, in a way, she had. Her pelvic floor throbbed with a dull, constant pain. Her pussy felt raw and stretched, still full of the thick, warm presence of a cock that hadn’t left her for several minutes. Even the idea of contraception felt useless after the amount of cum that had been pumped into her.

"Wh-why am I feeling so weak...?"

Her eyes cracked open slowly. The morning light was soft and pink from the LED strips still glowing on the ceiling. For a second her vision stayed blurry. Then the sensations hit her all at once the heavy heat inside her cunt, the wetness coating her thighs, the soft suction on her nipple, and the solid male body pressed tightly against her.

Kyle lifted his mouth from her breast just long enough to speak, voice calm and almost polite.

"Good morning, Miss Sophia."

She froze.

Her eyes dropped. She saw his face between her heavy tits, saw the way her own nipple was still wet from his mouth, and felt the unmistakable thickness of his cock twitching deep inside her. A shocked, embarrassed sound left her throat.

"W-what... what are you doing? Pull out—right now—"

She tried to push at his shoulders, but her arms felt like lead. Every movement sent a fresh ache through her overused body. Kyle simply kept his hips flush against hers, cock still buried to the base, and gave her a slow, deliberate grind that made her breath hitch.

"You were sleeping so peacefully," he said, lips brushing the soft curve of her breast again. "I didn’t want to wake you. But since you’re up..."

"No—stop—my daughter is right there—" Sophia’s voice was hoarse and panicked. She turned her head and saw Stacy still lying on the other side of him, naked, marked, and only half-conscious. "She’s waking up. This is—this is immoral. I can’t do this in front of her. Please, just pull out."

Kyle’s smile was slow and knowing.

"You said almost the exact same thing last night," he reminded her quietly. "Right before you got your pussy filled. And the time after that. And the time after that. You’re playing hard to get again, Sophia."

"That was different—I was drunk—I didn’t mean—"

He didn’t let her finish.

In one smooth, controlled motion he wrapped his arms around her waist, rolled them both, and pulled her fully on top of him without ever slipping out. Sophia ended up straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep inside her, her full tits hanging directly in front of his face. The new angle made her take him even deeper. A broken, unwilling moan escaped her before she could stop it.

"Kyle—don’t—we can’t—"

He answered by lifting his hips and giving her a slow, deep thrust from below. At the same time his mouth latched back onto one heavy breast, sucking the nipple firmly while both hands gripped her soft ass and guided her into a gentle up-and-down rhythm.

"Just like that," he murmured against her skin. "You already took everything last night. Your body remembers."

Sophia braced her hands on his chest, trying to stay still, trying to resist. "She’s my daughter... she’s going to see... I can’t—"

But her hips betrayed her.

The first small, involuntary roll was almost unnoticeable. Then another. The thick cock dragging against her sore, oversensitive walls sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through the deep ache. Her pussy was still slick from the night before, and every slow thrust forced more of the leftover cum out around his shaft in wet, filthy sounds. Her heavy tits swayed in his face with every movement. Kyle kept suckling one nipple and then the other, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver.

"See?" he said between soft sucks. "Your cunt’s already squeezing me. You’re still playing hard to get with your mouth, but this pussy knows who it belongs to right now."

"Shut up..." Sophia whispered, but the protest was weaker. Her eyes fluttered. The combination of the deep stretch, the gentle but relentless rhythm, and the mouth on her breasts was slowly melting the last of her resistance. Her hips began to move on their own small, tentative rolls at first, then longer, smoother strokes as she started to ride him properly.

She bit her lip hard, still trying to stay quiet, still glancing sideways at her daughter with guilt and panic. But her body had already accepted the situation. Soft, breathy moans started slipping out of her with every downward grind. Her full tits brushed and pressed against Kyle’s face as she moved. Wetness coated his cock and dripped down onto his hips.

Kyle kept the pace slow and deep, letting her set most of the rhythm while he sucked and played with her breasts, occasionally lifting his hips to meet her. The wet *schlick... schlick... schlick* of her riding him filled the quiet morning air of the bedroom.

On the other side of him, Stacy’s eyelids finally fluttered fully open.

Her vision was blurry at first. She felt the heat of another body, the sticky mess between her own legs, and the soft sounds of wet sex happening right next to her. When her eyes focused, the first thing she saw was her mother—naked, straddling Kyle, full tits in his face, hips slowly rolling as she took his cock deep inside her with soft, reluctant moans.

Stacy stared, frozen, as the full picture of what she had woken up to settled in.

"Mom-"