The secret felt safer locked away, just between the two of them. Far too volatile for anyone else.
"What about Jessica?" Vivian asked, her voice muffled against Jessica's chest.
"No. Definitely not her either," Angela was firm. This was their secret. Only theirs.
"Oh, okay."
They held each other quietly in the warm bathwater for a few minutes, the initial shock slowly receding, replaced by a strange new intimacy. Eventually, Angela gently washed herself, then helped Vivian finish bathing.
"Alright, sleepyhead, time for bed," Angela said softly, wrapping Vivian in a fluffy towel.
"Okay. Goodnight, Mommy."
"Goodnight, sweetie."
After Vivian padded off to her own room, Angela remained slumped on the edge of the tub, her mind a chaotic whirlwind. A penis. My daughter has a penis. And… it feels good when I touch it? She can make it appear and disappear? The thoughts chased each other, nonsensical and terrifying.
Finally, one core thought solidified: Whatever she is, whatever this means… she's still my Vivian. My daughter. A small, wry internal voice added, Or… maybe my son? Heh. A sliver of dark humor eased the tension slightly. Accepting the impossible reality somehow loosened the knot of anxiety in her chest.
As the adrenaline faded, a different kind of awareness settled in. Her own body felt… wired. Restless. That brief, vicarious brush with arousal, the feel of Vivian's impossible erection against her skin, the frantic climax she'd induced… it had ignited something within her own long-dormant desires. She quickly rinsed the tub, dried herself off, and skipped the pajamas entirely, walking naked through the quiet apartment to her own bedroom. Their rooms were adjacent, but thankfully well soundproofed; Angela had relied on that for her own occasional solo sessions over the years.
Climbing into her large, comfortable bed, she reached into the bottom drawer of her nightstand and retrieved a familiar companion – a realistic, body-safe silicone dildo. She held it, idly stroking the smooth surface. "It's… a little bigger than Vivian's," she mused, then immediately recoiled mentally. "Ugh, what am I thinking?!" Comparing a sex toy to her child's… anomalous anatomy? This was messing with her head. Of course, she had no idea that Vivian's 'anatomy' could be any size she wished.
Shaking off the disturbing thought, Angela focused on herself. Fingers traced familiar paths, starting with gentle circles on her clitoris. "Mmm…" Tension built quickly. Fingers slicked with her own arousal slid inside, stretching, probing. The ache intensified… She withdrew her fingers, positioning the dildo at her entrance with one hand, using the other to spread herself open slightly. Slowly, carefully, she pushed it inside. "Ngh…" She bit her lip, stifling a moan as the thick silicone filled her. Deeper… deeper… Finally, she couldn't hold back a low groan. "Ahhh… hoo… hahh…"
Once her body adjusted, her hips began to move, rocking rhythmically against the dildo, finding the angle, the pressure that felt best. Lost in sensation, her mind drifted, inevitably, unwillingly, back to the shocking image from the bathroom. Vivian… hard… her touch… "Ohh… Vivi… baby… Fuck me… ahhh… Yes…" The forbidden fantasy slipped out in breathless whispers. Her thrusts became faster, harder, hips bucking off the mattress, lost in the friction and the fantasy… So lost, she didn't hear her bedroom door click softly open.
…
Vivian had intended to try and sneak into her mom's bed, just to cuddle, maybe cement the weird bond they'd just formed. But the muffled sounds from behind the door stopped her. Moans. Her mother's voice, panting her name… mixed with words like 'fuck me'. Curiosity overriding caution, she pushed the door open a crack. The sight inside made her breath catch. Angela, naked on the bed, eyes closed, flushed and panting, fucking herself with a dildo while whispering Vivian's name. Her fantasy object was Vivian herself.
A predatory thrill shot through Vivian. Carefully, silently, she closed the door behind her and crept towards the bed. Angela was still lost in her own world. This was… an opportunity. Far beyond what she'd planned for tonight. Original plan: handjob achieved, major progress. Current reality: Mom fantasizing about her while masturbating? Game changer.
Silently, she climbed onto the large bed, kneeling between Angela's spread legs. Her own male form materialized instantly, cock thickening, lengthening automatically in response to the sight and sound, settling at a thick, intimidating eighteen centimeters (around seven inches), pulsing eagerly, aimed right at the slick entrance her mother was currently vacating. Hesitation warred with sheer opportunism. This was insane. This crossed lines even George might have balked at… But the chance… the sheer power of the moment… "Fuck it. Fortune favors the bold."
Just then, Angela sighed, perhaps tiring or wanting a new angle. She slid the dildo out with a wet schlick.
Vivian seized the opening. Before Angela could react, she lunged forward, sinking her erection deep inside her mother's unprotected channel with one smooth, powerful thrust.
"GAAH!" Angela's eyes flew open, shock and pleasure warring on her face. "Vivi?! Wha—?!"
Vivian wasn't wasting a nanosecond. She clamped her arms tight around Angela's waist, pinning her down, and started pumping, small hips working furiously, driving her cock deep, again and again. "Mommy..." she groaned, voice thick with exertion and arousal. "Oh god… so good… So much better than before… Thousand times… Million… times better…!"
"Ah! No! Stop… you can't… Get… out… ngh!" Angela struggled weakly, trapped beneath her daughter's surprisingly strong body, violated yet simultaneously flooded with an overwhelming, forbidden pleasure. Her mind reeled.
"No… Won't stop…" Vivian panted. "Feels too good… You like it too, Mommy… You want it…" As she spoke, she focused, letting her cock swell further, thickening, lengthening slightly more, filling Angela completely, stretching her inner walls until she perfectly molded around her.
"Nnnngh… ahhh… No… Hav… fuck…" Angela gasped, her body betraying her protests. Vivian's cock felt… custom-made. Hitting every nerve, every G-spot candidate, relentlessly. It reached deeper than anything ever had, brushing against the sensitive barrier of her cervix with every deep thrust.
"Mommy… Mommy…" Vivian chanted the word, the innocent term a shocking counterpoint to the brutal rhythm of her thrusts, making it sound almost like the petulant demand of a child wanting comfort, even as she fucked her mother with savage intensity.
"Ahh! Oh god… Vivi… M-Mommy's… coming… AAAAHHH!" Angela screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, triggered by a particularly deep, cervix-bruising thrust where Vivian felt her cock lengthen just that tiny bit more, feeling a subtle pop as the tip breached the cervix. Angela's body convulsed violently beneath her, legs clamping tight around Vivian's waist like a vice, tears and snot streaming down her face, drool spilling from the corner of her open mouth.
Fueled by Angela's explosive climax, Vivian pounded harder, faster, latching onto an exposed nipple, sucking hard while continuing her relentless assault.
"Gh… huh… ahh…" Angela sobbed incoherently, lost in the overwhelming sensations, consciousness shattering.
Vivian felt her own release building, coiling tight in her groin. A few more desperate, frantic thrusts, driving as deep as she possibly could, and then she exploded, emptying herself deep inside her mother's womb with a final, guttural groan.
"No—!" Angela started to choke out a protest, but it was lost as a different release happened simultaneously – a hot gush of urine sprayed uncontrollably from her urethral opening, soaking the sheets beneath them. Fucked into orgasm, raw-dogged, and pissed herself. Utter degradation. Utter surrender.
…
Afterward, Vivian didn't pull out immediately. It felt too good inside, warm, tight, conquered. She collapsed onto Angela, limp, stroking her mother's trembling body gently, kissing her shoulders, her breasts, murmuring soft comforts, letting Angela ride out the aftershocks.
After a minute or two, reality started to filter back through Angela's haze. What had just happened? She suddenly scrambled upright, dislodging Vivian, who flopped onto her back on the soaked patch of sheets. Angela ended up straddling Vivian's hips, effectively in a dominant position, though feeling anything but. Her first coherent thought wasn't about the violation, but the consequence. "Shit!" She quickly lifted her hips, pulling Vivian's now softening penis out with a wet sound. She half-knelt, spreading her legs, fingers frantically trying to scoop the thick, sticky semen out of her vagina as it began to trickle down her inner thighs.
"You can't just cum inside me!" she gasped, panic overriding everything else. Notably absent was any accusation of rape or assault, despite the undeniable lack of consent. Her brain hadn't even processed that far yet.
"Why not?" Vivian asked, looking genuinely puzzled, propped up on her elbows.
"Because—" Angela stopped. How to explain this? "Because that's how babies are made! You can get pregnant!"
Vivian beamed. "Oh! Cool! Then you can have my baby, Mommy!"
"You—!" Angela choked back a hysterical laugh/sob. "Just… listen to me, Vivian. You cannot cum inside anyone without their permission. Ever. Understand?"
"Oh. Okay." Vivian looked thoughtful. "So next time, I just pull out?"
"Next time?!" Angela stared at her. Then a strange wave of rationalization washed over her. They were both female… fundamentally. This wasn't real incest, was it? Just… extreme mother-daughter bonding? And she had been fantasizing… And honestly? That orgasm… God help her, it had been shattering. Her own liberal views from the adult toy business maybe made this… slightly less horrifying than it should be?
"Why can't there be a next time?" Vivian pressed, sensing the crack in Angela's resolve.
"Because..." Angela struggled for a conventional answer. "Because what we did… mother and son... it's incest. It's wrong."