"But… I am a girl, Mom. We're mother and daughter," Vivian stated simply, hitting the core of the logical disconnect.
"..." Angela felt utterly helpless. Vivian was still so young, so seemingly oblivious to the societal gravity of what they'd done. How could she explain taboo and incest to a child who possessed this… impossible body and perspective? It felt like trying to explain quantum physics to a golden retriever.
Seeing the milky fluid finally stop trickling from between her legs, Angela collapsed back onto the soiled sheets, utterly drained. "How… how did this happen…?" she whispered to the ceiling.
Vivian knew this was the moment. Maintain the offensive. "What's wrong, Mommy?" she asked, her face radiating pure, innocent confusion.
Looking at that face, Angela's intended lecture died on her lips. How could she burden Vivian with the true weight of this? Instead, they lay there for a while, ignoring the dampness beneath them, while Angela awkwardly tried to explain the basics of human reproduction, the difference between boys and girls, the normal way things worked.
…
"But I'm a daughter," Vivian kept circling back, maddeningly logical within her flawed framework. "The rules you said were about mothers and sons. You didn't say anything about mothers and daughters being… 'incest'."
"..." Angela groaned inwardly.
"And besides, we're not mother and son now," Vivian pointed out reasonably. "So next time, if I just pull out, it's okay, right?"
"..."
"I don't care!" Vivian suddenly pouted, switching tactics. "I like it! It feels good!"
"..."
"Fine! If you won't do it with me," Vivian declared, playing her trump card, "then I'll just find someone else who will!"
"NO! Absolutely NOT!" The words exploded out of Angela, raw and panicked, shattering her attempted composure. Seeing Vivian flinch, genuinely startled by her outburst, Angela immediately softened her tone, pulling Vivian close. "Baby, listen to Mommy. You can never, ever do… this… with anyone else. Promise me. It's dangerous. They wouldn't understand."
"Then I want Mommy to do it with me," Vivian pressed immediately, smelling victory.
"Vivian…"
"I don't care!" Vivian repeated stubbornly. "Either Mommy does it, or I'll find someone who will."
"Absolutely… just…" Angela felt cornered, exhausted. The thought of Vivian, with that body, trying this with someone else… terrified her. "Fine… We'll… we'll talk about it later. Just… no one else. Ever." She was too tired to argue further tonight. She sent Vivian off to shower first while she stripped the soiled bedsheets.
When Angela returned from her own shower, ready to collapse, she found Vivian waiting in her bedroom doorway. "Why aren't you in your own room?"
Vivian puffed out her chest slightly. "You said people who have sex are lovers or married couples. We had sex. So now we're lovers. Lovers sleep together. So I sleep here now."
Angela stared, utterly defeated by the flawless ten-year-old logic combined with adult carnal knowledge. "Heh," a humorless chuckle escaped her. "Who said we're lovers?"
"You did! You said sex is for lovers or married people!" Vivian insisted triumphantly.
"But…" Dammit. Could she really tell her daughter that plenty of people had sex outside those categories? Not the lesson she wanted to impart. "Fine, fine," she sighed, utterly beaten. "Get in bed."
Vivian grinned, scrambling under the fresh covers. "C'mon, Wife! Time for sleepy!"
"I am not your wife," Angela muttered, but obediently slid into bed beside her impossible child. The lights went out. Silence for a moment. Then…
"Don't touch me there," Angela warned as small hands began exploring under her pajama top.
"Mmmm… no…" Vivian whined playfully, fingers finding a nipple.
"Sigh."
"Ah… No… Vivi… Get your hand out of… down there…"
"Nngh… really… you're… incorrigible…"
A while longer… soft sounds of fabric shifting, gentle touches becoming bolder…
"No, Vivian… take it out… please…"
"Hmph. Mean."
"Ah! Don't… move… Listen to Mommy… ahhh…"
Resistance crumbled quickly. She was too tired, too confused, and deep down, too disturbingly receptive after the earlier intensity. The sounds of their mingled breathing, soft moans, and wet friction filled the quiet bedroom again.
Much, much later…
"Wait… Vivi… wait!" Angela gasped, feeling the familiar hardening, the tell-tale tightening in Vivian's hips signalling an impending climax deep inside her. She used the last vestiges of her strength to push Vivian off her just enough to break the seal. "No! Not inside again!" she pleaded, grabbing the slick shaft desperately, her hand instinctively taking over, pumping furiously.
"Ahh… Wife… Mommy… Faster… Oh god… gonna… CUM!" Vivian bucked, groaning loudly.
"Nnghh!" Angela closed her eyes as hot, sticky ropes of semen sprayed forcefully upwards, plastering her face, her neck, splattering across her breasts. She kept stroking relentlessly until the last few thick drops beaded on the tip, then collapsed back, panting, Vivian boneless beside her. She looked down at the mess covering her upper body. Strangely… it didn't disgust her. Not really. She reached blindly for the tissue box on the nightstand, wiping herself clean with numb efficiency. Catching Vivian's gaze in the dim light, she saw nothing but adoration and possessive love shining back. How could she be truly angry?
"Okay," Angela sighed, exhausted beyond measure. "Can we finally go to sleep now?"
"Hehe." Vivian grinned, snuggling close, burying her face against Angela's clean chest. "Love you, Mommy. Love you, Wife."
"Mm," Angela mumbled, already drifting off, every muscle relaxed, bonelessly comfortable. Sleep claimed her instantly.
"Checkmate," Vivian thought smugly, nestling deeper into her mother's embrace.
...
Sunlight streamed through the window, waking Angela. The morning felt… serene. Beautiful, even. She blinked, feeling surprisingly rested. Then she felt it – something hard and insistent pressing against her lower abdomen from under the duvet. Looking down, she saw Vivian sleeping peacefully in her arms… with a fully erect penis tenting the sheets between them. "Little pervert," Angela thought, a fond, exasperated sigh escaping her. Her precious nightmare child. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly protective, utterly unwilling to let the world harm or exploit this strange, vulnerable creature.
Her hand, moving almost of its own accord under the covers, closed gently around the impressive shaft. Warmth spread through her palm. "God… it's huge…" She hadn't really registered the size properly last night in the heat of the moment. Bigger than in the bathroom, definitely bigger than the dildo… But remembering Vivian's shapeshifting… it made a perverse kind of sense.
"Ngh… Mommy…?" Vivian stirred, murmuring sleepily at the touch.
Angela quickly released her grip.
"Mmm… No… Don't stop…" Vivian whined, still half-asleep, nudging against her hand.
"Sigh." Angela knew she was lost. "Okay… But this is the last time today, understand? Doing this too much can't be healthy."
Vivian's eyes snapped open, instantly alert. "Then let's have proper sex again!"
"No!" Angela blushed, feeling the phantom soreness between her legs. Definitely couldn't handle another round like last night, not right now. Vivian's stamina was terrifying.
"Pleeeease, Mommy? Wife? Pretty please?" Vivian deployed the ultimate weapon: the puppy-dog eyes combined with the forbidden endearment.
Angela's resolve melted like butter in the sun. Sighing dramatically, she swung her legs out of bed, then hesitated. Looking back at Vivian's expectant, aroused face… An idea sparked. A way to satisfy Vivian without subjecting herself to another marathon… yet. Slowly, deliberately, she knelt beside the bed, positioning herself level with Vivian's groin. She met Vivian's surprised gaze, then lowered her head, carefully tucking stray hairs behind her ears. Staring at the thick, veined 'instrument' pulsing eagerly inches from her face, Angela took a deep breath, opened her mouth… and gently enveloped the head.
"Ahhh… Fuck… Mommy… so good…" Vivian gasped, arching slightly off the bed.
"Mmph..." Angela began to work, sucking gently at first, then with more confidence, tongue swirling around the corona, one hand sliding down to stroke the shaft rhythmically while the other tentatively explored Vivian's still mostly flat chest, teasing the tiny buds there.
"Yes… Oh god… Faster, Mommy… Please…" Vivian moaned, her own hands reaching out, finding Angela's breasts, squeezing and kneading through the thin pajama top.
Angela shifted slightly, angling herself to give Vivian better access, caught in a bizarre feedback loop of mutual pleasure and obligation. "Wife…" Vivian groaned again.
After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Angela felt the familiar pre-come leakage against her tongue, the shudder running through Vivian's body. She started to pull away, intending to catch the climax elsewhere.
"No! Don't stop, Mommy… Please…" Vivian choked out, eyes wide, pleading.
That look… Angela's resolve crumbled completely. "Mmph!" She took Vivian fully back into her mouth, sucking hard as the inevitable happened. Vivian shot her load directly down Angela's throat. Thick, hot, salty pulses.
When the last contraction faded, Angela continued sucking gently for a moment, ensuring she'd gotten every drop. She pulled back slowly. She'd expected disgust, nausea… but strangely, the taste wasn't unpleasant. Almost… sweet? Nutty? She was contemplating this bizarre sensory input, automatically about to head to the bathroom to spit, when Vivian suddenly lunged, one small hand diving between Angela's legs, fingers finding her clit with unerring accuracy.
"Ah— GULP!" The unexpected jolt of pleasure made Angela swallow reflexively. Hard. It was gone. Down the hatch. The evidence, consumed. Oh god. Another boundary obliterated. Another line not just crossed, but swallowed whole. Literally. She stared at Vivian, utterly horrified, intensely aroused, and deeply ashamed. She'd been vaginally penetrated, orally penetrated, ejaculated on, and now she'd swallowed. And it hadn't been entirely unpleasant. What the hell was happening to her?!
"You… you little DEVIL!" Angela finally spluttered, lunging forward, not in anger, but in mock-attack, tickling Vivian mercilessly.
"Hahaha! Mommy! Stop! I'm sorry! Hahahaha!" Vivian shrieked, wriggling helplessly.
Amidst the playful chaos, Vivian sent a silent 'thank you' to the 'Mine Alone' passive skill. Without that subtle, possessive imprinting reinforcing Angela's connection and acceptance… things might have gone very differently last night. As it was… Mom was hers. Completely.
Eventually, the giggling subsided. They untangled themselves, surveyed the slightly sticky patch on the bed, and decided breakfast was definitely in order. Time to face the day, and the utterly new, profoundly disturbing reality of their relationship.