Maternal of the Dead

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            Takashi and Busujima were separated from the group, but they could take care of themselves.  Those less capable or grounded – like Miyamoto from close-up ballistics – were saved by an unlikely force.  The gun-totting fatass was the only line of defense when the Takagi estate showed up with brutal effectiveness to the dead.  When Mother removed her helmet, purple hair tumbling out down to her large breasts, Saya was so overcome that she didn’t think of what this meant and threw her arms around her mom.

            But now the adrenaline had worn down.  The home – her home – was a haven.  The dead knocked against the gate to dying fall, and the platoon of survivors from Fujimi Academy could lean into moments of relaxation and cheer as loyalists to the Takagi name attended to every job and chore for them.

            In the other room, Shizuka attended to Miyamoto’s back injuries, though it was sounding like ointment application had taken some extracurricular methods.  “No!” Miyamoto-san wailed through the walls.  “Not my ass!”

            “Now, now, don’t be embarrassed, Rei-chan.  Takashi-kun has seen before~”  Her following chuckle sounded muffled, like her mouth was stuffed between two pillows.  Then Miyamoto was sobbing out again, covering the vivacious sounds of an enthusiastic tongue lapping at skin.

            Couldn’t they keep it down?!  Hardly three hours since arrival, and they were already showing how low-class they were…

            “They’re making themselves at home.”

            Saya trembled at the sound of her mom’s low, sultry tones.  The perfumed scent of her, while her daughter probably still smelled rank with sweat and grime even after a privileged shower.

            “That’s good.”  Voice lowered, closer now.  At Saya’s ear.  Yuriko was behind her, in her bedroom for a private discussion of what was expected of their guests; Saya’s friends.

            Saya bit back a yelp – to the best of her abilities – when Yuriko’s hands came around, grabbing lightly at her stomach, mentioning sarcastically that her daughter had lost weight.  The pink-haired girl trembled a bit, the hands moving with erotic slowness to her breasts, bunching them together under her figure-flattering, frilly goth-lolita dress.  The fabric shimmied softly, Yuriko deciphering the hardening nubs between thumbs and fingertips, pinching them lightly through the think layers of clothes.  Saya always chose gentle bras – when she wore them – to lift her heavy breasts, but allow total motion so that they bounced and floundered; meant to catch the eye of a certain boy and help with seduction, not to aid her mother’s interest in them.

            Still, she instinctively leaned back to Yuriko, her mom’s bust pillowing her from behind.  A small, controlled laugh puffed out from her mom before the massaging hands began to tend to the matter of Saya’s buttons.  Saya gave a small start when the button at her neck came undone and reached to stop Yuriko from proceeding.  “Mom,” she muttered, weak in conviction.

            Yuriko merely chuckled again, pulled the neckline to expose the side of Saya’s throat, and planted a delicate kiss.  Saya buckled, feeling restrained as her skin grew in sensitivity.  Her nipples tightened up to firm pebbles that stuck out against bra and blouse.  Her thighs drew in together, and she was more conscious of the heat pooling there.  She should have been more thorough in the shower, but she had to rush…

            Another button came undone.  The matter could have been over quickly if Yuriko had the patience of Takashi and instead pulled her shirt open.  But she was poised and efficient.  Saya’s shirt was undone to her navel; more than enough to carefully extract her bust to raise the cups of her bra over.  Her tits spilled out as the underwear was lifted, wobbling gratuitously, holding to her chest in a way that defied gravity until her mom got a hold of them.

            Saya hissed nervously, face half-turned from the occurring groping.  Manicured fingers sunk into the weighty flesh, testing resilience before showing a fondness for her puckered nipples.

            “I’m glad to see the situation has not robbed you of more conventional appetites,” Yuriko purred.  She pecked her daughter’s neck again; a moan and a shiver echoed through the younger girl.

            “Th-That’s not…!”  Saya’s voice came up short, words turning into a whimper as Yuriko examined her tits.

            “Hmm.  Put your arms up,” the older woman instructed.  “Hands behind your head.”  As a good daughter should, Saya obeyed with little hesitation, though it embarrassed her to present herself like this.  Across from where they stood was a full-length mirror, where she could witness her humiliation, the expression of weakness playing on her face no matter how she tried to contain it, her skinny arms folding back, her mom’s predatory beauty lurking behind her with gleaming eyes and hands latched firmly to her bosoms.

            Then the hands lightened, stroking delicately back toward her armpits, invoking a response almost to tickling before heading back to the fullness of the breasts, shoving them together or prying them apart.  “They certainly have a good bounce.”  Saya flinched when Yuriko demonstrated by bouncing them in her palms.  “I wonder, does Takashi-kun get a good look at them?”

            “Mom!” Saya exclaimed, whipping her head back, hair flourishing and hands coming down from behind her head.

            The next instant from this minor rebellion found Saya thrown onto the comforter of the luxurious bed of her parents.  And before she could even recover, Yuriko was atop her, breasts hovering over her own, held back by that plunging neckline of her red dress.  The weight of her – the metaphysical weight – kept Saya pinned, arms held to the sides of her head.  She uttered out to her parent to receive a motherly smile on those carefully-painted lips.

            Then those lips descended, catching her own in a salivating kiss.  Mom tasted of fresh fruit and chilled water.  Saya’s wetness expanded.  She tried to close her legs, hopefully deter Yuriko from acknowledging that part.  But it was useless to try: her legs were shaking and weak and would not close on command, and Yuriko was already sliding back, across Saya’s body, leaving small kisses here and there – certainly not skipping to plant one against her Saya-chan’s left nipple – until she slunk off the bed where Saya’s legs dangled.

            The dress was smoothed up, Yuriko folding it back to Saya’s half-exposed midriff to inspect the panties beneath.  A favorite of Saya’s: blue and white stripes, fresh from her drawers, yet already soiled by her blooming arousal.  They hugged against her crotch, demonstrating the ridges of her labia, pulling tight to the crevice of her ass.

            Yuriko carefully exposed underneath by crooking a finger under the underwear and hedging it to one side.  Her lips quirked, amused not just at Saya coming up onto her elbows with a mortified shout – as if she could be surprised by the development – but also the hair left on her mound.  Her little girl had truly blossomed into a woman and knew the allure of a maintained cunt.  She did not shave it to a neat patch for herself.

            “Down here,” mused Yuriko, stroking the pink line of Saya’s plumping quim, petting the clit with slow circles, “you’re very mature, Saya-chan.”

            “Don’t say things like that, Mama!” squealed Saya, her glasses askew until she righted them with shaky fingers.

            Yuriko just smiled, her point proven, and dipped her head to start licking.  The start was small, coaxing flourishes, familiarizing herself with her only child’s pussy, lapping up the line and all the sharp tastes there before dancing over the clit.  The thigh muscles around her twitched and flexed, held back by sheer will.  She pressed harder, nuzzling the spot that made Saya give little whines of ecstasy.

            With a murmur herself, mouth to muff, Yuriko’s hands slid back to drop her shawl and ease off the shoulders of her own dress.  Her daughter had certainly inherited her physique, but still had a size or two to go to match her buxom mother.  The tanned globes bobbed out, too heavy to lurch when uncovered, her nipples also a couple shades darker, bolder, than her daughter’s.  She indulged in a bit of self-pleasure by tickling the tips.  Then she returned, focused, to her daughter’s tasty and juicy pussy with renewed vigor.

            Saya could only stand to watch for a handful of seconds before falling back flat on her back, twisting and biting her knuckle, hoping not to make the same amount of racket as Miyamoto and Sensei screwing in the other room.  But her mom’s methods were not exuberant and impulsive like Shizuka’s tongue roaming against Miyamoto’s anus and vulva.

            Focus.

            Yuriko’s tempo had increased, but she was stayed.  Her fingers delicately pulled back the hood of Saya’s clit, kissing the exposed bundle, burying her nose in pink pubes in her devouring.  Saya kicked impulsively, twitching in violent spasms, yet never knocking her mom away; discipline or desire.  She squeaked, eyebrows folding together, hand now clapped over her mouth rather than biting her knuckles; it had become painful.  Easier to mute her pleasure.

            Finally, fingers spread her, exposing her depths.  The tongue reached through her opened folds, taking a deeper taste of her.  And then…

            “Oh.  So that’s it.”

            Saya peeked an eye open, panting as she saw her mom rear up, fingers up to her mouth as if she sampled a delicacy.  But the humor in her eyes told Saya already of her discovery: the taste of rich semen, pumped into her just last night.  Things were looking bleak, and she’d devolved to a girl of incapable lust.  She got what she needed, humped against the side of the Humvee, and even the burst of semen to scorch her pristine insides.

            Saya, ever sharp-tongued and witty, had nothing to say in her defense at the moment, tensing when Yuriko swiped a finger through her to confiscate more of the withheld semen that her squeezing muscles were now rejecting.  What was absorbed was already harboring beyond her cervix, so Yuriko stared at the sample dangling from her fingertip with an amused grin.  She tested its consistency.  Thickened from stagnation…  With her daughter watching, she lapped the cum from her finger.

            A polite swallow.  “Is it Takashi-kun’s?” she asked knowingly, her eyes then flitting to the doorway.  “Or maybe…?”

            “Absolutely not!” Saya flat out denied, not even wanting to entertain the idea of letting that repulsive otaku inside her, even at the end of times.  She reclined a bit from her tense rebuttal, and said while looking away, “We-We just agreed…”

            Takashi-kun had certainly become a man, Yuriko considered.  Her daughter’s explanation stopped there, but Yuriko could fill in the rest.  A frightened woman needed to be pacified, and a man desired to spread his seed.  No doubt the semen that filled her daughter matched semen retained in the two other women rescued and humping in the other room.

            With that in mind, Yuriko sank down, now applying both hands’ fingers to Saya-chan’s pussy to spread the lips wider, exposing her throbbing insides and the trickle of embedded sperm.  “I wonder if he’s impregnated you yet.”

            Saya pursed her lips, turning redder at the prospect of carrying a bloated belly through disaster zones.

            Yuriko didn’t commence with words and just began to lick up Takashi-kun’s load, flavored by Saya-chan’s drippy walls.  Once more, Saya fell back, fisting the sheets and writhing.  She panted, sweat beading all over, ruining her blouse as she perspired through it.  She’d have to take another shower!  Dammit!  Stupid Takashi!  Hoisting her off the flood, hooking her legs over his arms as he rammed into her against the Humvee while Kohta and Alice slept contentedly inside, the other women peeking to watch and wait.

            “Don’t cum inside!” she had told Takashi when he started to seize up, but he disobeyed and flooded her.  The sensation triggered her own embarrassing ejaculation, and while they came down, before she could muster her first beratement, Miyamoto teased a congratulations for a baby made.  Not one to be slighted, Saya adjusted her glasses and gave a condescending look to the peeping perverts.  “It’s only natural!  With the population so heavily reduced, we-we all have to do our part!”  Though she still gave Takashi a fierce talking-to for his donation…

            A donation that her mom was removing one lick at a time.

            Inevitably, the sluggish trickles were not enough, and Yuriko latched her lips fully to Saya’s pussy, sucking and siphoning as much of Takashi’s cum as possible while Saya arched off the bed and howled.  She couldn’t contain herself – “No!  No!” she chanted as the unstoppable sensation spiked. – and heaved her hips upward.  She couldn’t even deflect.  Right upon her mom’s face, she began to gush, a sloppy and wild discharge over Yuriko’s upper lip.  Despite the indignity, Yuriko remained locked in, licking, slurping the last vestiges of man inside her daughter, and when through, when Saya was given a chance to breathe and quieted, the elegant woman lightly tilted her head back and swallowed, whatever viable sperm left in the semen now turned to nourishment.

            Saya couldn’t even look; couldn’t bring herself to.  Takashi’s load was retained in her for the better part of the day, and now it was all slurped out and swallowed, just like that.  And somehow, that was all Takashi’s fault, not her own, not because she couldn’t say no to Mama.

            “Do you intend to, with your other friend?”

            Saya grit her teeth, fang flashing, and turned with a huff.  “No way.  That fatass otaku is already trying to groom Alice-chan.”

            “Such a pity for him.”  Yuriko rose from kneeling at the bedside.  “Perhaps, before your father returns, I could invite him here…”

            “Stop, Mama!” shouted Saya.  “The last thing I need is for that fatty to…!”  She came up short when she saw her mom in naked glory.  Not since they last shared a bath had she seen her mom so radiant – years ago – yet she was still equally radiant to that time.  The only change was perhaps her pussy was not freshly waxed; short hair growing attractively at her mound, no longer having the luxury of full primping.  But it hardly remained an issue when the harness was pulled up, covering her crotch and brandishing a thick red phallus with ridges and a thick head.

            At once, Saya pulled away defensively, staring in shock at the huge thing.  Stammering, she exclaimed, “Mama!  Wh-What is that?!”

            “Don’t be so surprised,” Yuriko said soothingly, producing a vial of lubricant to slicken her faux phallus from base to tip.  “Your father likes to break women in with my help.  I think this would be good for reuniting, don’t you?”

            Saya continued to quiver, eyes on the toy seemingly leering at her.  Takashi’s had hurt going in – at the start – and he wasn’t this big!  She was daunted almost like she was facing one of the undead for the first time.

            “Now, Saya-chan,” Yuriko began with deceptive sweetness, hands beckoning like she was calling her daughter into a hug, “come here.”

            “N-No!”  For all of her genius, Saya made the mistake of trying to crawl away, but only succeeded to provide her precise parent the opportunity to grab her by the hips with strength belying her physique.  She shushed Saya’s cry for respite, a finger pulling along the dip of her spine before taking hold and angling her cock to her daughter’s wet entrance.

            Saya’s rump gave an sharp leap when the head ran against her folds, seemingly sapping her resistance.  Or maybe logic had set in and she saw the futility of trying to escape.  Her knees flared out, opening her hips.  Yuriko leaned to her ear with a smile and a small whisper of praise before biting harshly at the lobe.  Saya hissed sharply, but could not catch her breath fast enough when the penetration began.

            How many women had she broken in before her daughter?  Her roll was precise, technique harnessed as she crawled in bit by bit, expanding Saya’s hole more than her fingers or Takashi could.  The pink-haired brat convulsed, burying her face in her arms, hearing the sound of her stretching across her mom’s thing.  How could she?  Deeper and deeper until she ran up against the end of the channel.  Still a way to go in, but Yuriko wouldn’t pressure her daughter to take it all at once.  Deep enough for an inexperienced girl; Takashi was surely happy with her.

            “Mmm…”  Yuriko rotated her shoulders, rubbing her fingers across Saya’s convulsing form, tickling the back of her thighs before snagging her ass, hitching the meat and spreading to give a better view of their coupling and the shy hole in waiting.  “I’m proud of you, Saya-chan.”

            “I-I’m not doing this so you can be proud,” hiccupped Saya from her safe space in her elbows.  Her ass swayed, though unlikely in invitation; probably to better accommodate the shaft splitting her.  Yuriko smiled at her bravado before bringing her middle finger to suck on it, applying a layer of saliva.  Then the digit floated down, hand turned over.  Saya felt it rest upon the crack of her ass and realized too late what was about to happened.  “No!” she gasped, losing her voice of authority.  “Not there!”

            Too late; Yurkio’s middle finger was already sliding in, narrow enough to squeeze through the rim, thick enough for Saya to buck.  Reduced to reactive response, Saya thrashed and tried to throw her mom off of her, but the latch was secure.  The cock was wedged snugly and the finger was already drawing against the squishy walls of her rectum; a dual onslaught of varying pleasures.  The finger in her ass felt absolutely perverse and hot; Yuriko kept flexing it, rubbing forcefully into the linings for her to experience some phantom sort of pleasure, where the pleasure made it to her brain, but she could not specify from where except the general area.  And when Yuriko began to beat her hips back and forth…

            She didn’t last from that.  The toy was equipped with a broad base that acted as both cushion and stimulant when driven at the proper again, hitting and grinding at her clit in ways Takashi – new as he was to harem sex – neglected.  The shaft itself was methodical in design as well, the ribs pulling against that rough spot in her that made her experience the best shocks of ecstasy.  Added to the play of her asshole, her was undone before she could count – uninterrupted – to ten.

            Mercifully, Yuriko let her have this orgasm without provocation, simply resting as her little girl floundered, sounding like she was out of breath and drowning, her tits flopping ridiculously until she collided onto the mattress, still gulping and retching from her own delight.

            So sensitive, Yuriko inwardly mused.  “But we’re not finished yet.”  She crawled up into a deep crouch above her daughter, balancing on the balls of her feet, anchoring herself by catching both hands onto Saya’s waist.  Back straight, form steady, knees open, cock inserted.  The downward angle was intense when she plunged in, kicking Saya back to life as a new deepness was reached in her.  Her head turned to look up at her mommy pounding down into her helpless pussy.  Tears pricked her eyes, returning to a little girl that relied solely on her parents for survival.

            “I-I’m sorry, Mama!” she sobbed as the cock went up and down inside of her, brutally beating against the cervical wall.  “I’m-I’m not mad at you!  Puh-Please!”

            “There, there, Saya-chan,” soothed the mother, not stopping her vigorous pace even as the tears spilled over and ran down Saya’s flushed cheeks.  Already, more wetness was erupting like a volcano from beneath the heavy thrusts, the contractions trying to halt or at least slow down the rhythm.  “You haven’t done anything wrong.  Hm.  Your mother’s here to take care of you.”

            “Ya-aha-ah!” was Saya’s incoherent retort, fucked through this orgasm, and the next, the night promising more positions and more orgasms.  Yuriko’s breasts mashed together with hers like they were trying to compare sizes while Saya was folded into the mating press, feet bouncing overhead by Yuriko’s thrusts as they kissed ravenously.  Even when it was too much and a break was allowed, Yuriko did not keep her hands off her daughter, now fully naked, hands caressing her curves, her heavy tits and curvaceous hips, kissing delicately at the places she knew Saya-chan was most ticklish.

            Hovering over her panting daughter, she smiled.  “It won’t be so bad staying here, will it?”

            Quivering, hardly in what someone could consider her right mind, Saya slurred back with slobber at the corners of her mouth, “No, Mama…”

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