"Mommy… Mommy… Wife…" Vivian murmured against Angela's ear, her voice thick with lust, the relentless friction driving them both towards the edge.
"Mmm… Ah… Ngh…" Angela's movements slowed, then stopped entirely. Her hands braced against the kitchen counter, body leaning forward, presenting her perfectly rounded ass as she surrendered to the pleasure of her daughter's attentions, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Vivian shifted her focus. Finally tall enough, she could reach both breasts properly. She cupped their heavy weight, kneading, squeezing, molding them into different shapes through the thin satin chemise, thumbs rubbing insistent circles over the hardening nipples. Her original plan might have been 'just rubbing', but the slick heat building between Angela's legs was undeniable. Vivian pushed slightly, the thick head of her cock nudging insistently, seeking entrance.
"Ah! Careful, Husband… a little… big…" Angela gasped as the unfamiliar pressure stretched her suddenly.
"Ah… Sorry, sorry! Making it… smaller…" Vivian quickly adjusted, recalling the optimal size from their previous encounters – the dimension that had allowed her to breach Angela's cervix felt… right. Not too overwhelming, just perfectly filling. As the adjustment settled, both sighed in unified pleasure.
"Mmmm… yes… Husband… Fuck me… Now… Faster… please…" Freed from restraint, emboldened by the daylight, the taboo setting, and perhaps Vivian's dominant attire, Angela became surprisingly demanding, surprisingly loud.
Vivian gripped Angela's slim waist, her vinyl gloves offering purchase, and began to thrust in earnest, hips driving forward with steady, powerful rhythm. The kitchen filled with the wet sounds of their joining, Angela's unrestrained moans, and Vivian's answering grunts. Maybe it was the novelty of daytime sex, the illicit thrill of the kitchen location, the kinky costume, or simply the overwhelming potency of her strange daughter's presence, but Angela's climax arrived with shocking speed. Vivi… she just keeps getting better at this, Angela thought incoherently, clinging to the counter as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"Husband… Fast… Coming!... Harder… AHHH!" Angela choked out a final cry, her orgasm slamming into her, body going limp, collapsing back against Vivian's strong frame.
"Mommy… Mmm…" Seeing Angela crest, Vivian immediately leaned in, capturing her mother's lips in a deep, bruising kiss, tongues tangling greedily, sharing the lingering taste of sex and release. They clung together, panting, savoring the afterglow.
After a long moment, Vivian pulled back slightly, eyes dark with unsated lust. "Wife," she whispered huskily, "I'm not finished yet." Before Angela could fully protest, Vivian scooped her up effortlessly – the adult body possessing surprising strength – turned her around, and deposited her onto the cool granite countertop, spreading her legs wide. Without pausing, Vivian stepped between them, aligned herself, and plunged back inside, resuming her rhythmic assault.
This position allowed them face-to-face intimacy. They stared into each other's eyes, both flushed, pupils dilated, a mirror image of raw arousal. Vivian resisted the urge to kiss Angela again, wanting to watch every flicker of expression cross her mother's face.
"Husband… kiss me… please…" Angela whimpered, reaching up, pulling Vivian's face down.
The wet slapping sound from below was punctuated by the sounds of their devouring kisses above. Vivian fucked her mother relentlessly, changing angle and depth, finding sensitive spots Angela didn't even know she possessed, drawing gasp after choked sob from her. Minutes blurred – ten, fifteen, maybe twenty – until Vivian finally released Angela's swollen lips, both gasping for air.
"Wife… Coming soon… Hard…" Vivian panted, feeling the familiar buildup.
"Inside! Cum inside me! Yes… Me too… coming again…!" Angela cried out, wrapping her legs tightly around Vivian's waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
Hearing the explicit permission, Vivian abandoned any thought of withdrawal. She drove harder, faster, each thrust slamming deep, possessing her mother utterly. "AAAAHHHHH!" Angela screamed again as her second orgasm tore through her, even stronger than the first. Seconds later, Vivian followed, groaning low in her throat as she flooded Angela's depths with another copious load of thick semen.
"Hah… sss…"
"Mmm… Hmmm…"
They clung together, trembling, riding out the dual aftershocks, until their breathing gradually returned to normal.
"So good," Vivian murmured, nuzzling Angela's neck, still deeply embedded inside her. "Want to stay inside you forever."
Angela looked down at her daughter – lover? Husband? – her expression soft, possessive, utterly captivated. A slow, sensual smile curved her lips. "Hehehe," she purred, leaning close, whispering suggestively in Vivian's ear. "Mommy is Husband's own special Wife… Whenever Husband wants…" she paused, flicking her tongue against Vivian's earlobe, "…just fuck Mommy… ahhh…"
The whispered words, combined with a subtle internal clench, instantly made Vivian's cock pulse and harden again within her. Angela yelped, pushing her away frantically. "No! No more! Baby, stop! Mommy's sore now, really!"
Vivian looked down. Angela was right. Her usually neat vulva was visibly red, swollen, clearly tender from their enthusiastic session. She reluctantly withdrew, leaning down to place a series of gentle, apologetic kisses on the abused flesh. Then she carefully lifted Angela off the counter. "Okay, Wife. We'll wait until you're better."
"Good girl," Angela sighed, melting against her, wrapping her arms around Vivian's neck. They shared another long, tender kiss.
"Hey," Vivian asked casually, as they cuddled, "how come you said it was okay to cum inside this time?"
"Took a pill this morning," Angela admitted quietly. "After… you know. The little scare."
"Oh." Vivian frowned slightly. "But… isn't birth control bad for you?"
"It's fine for once in a while. I'll pick up some condoms today, just to be safe going forward."
"Oh…" Vivian tried to hide her disappointment. Condoms? Ugh. But how to explain why she hated them without revealing details about George's past life? Tricky. She'd have to work on that.
"Alright," Angela gently pushed her away again. "Breakfast is actually cooked now. You go wait in the living room…" she trailed off, glancing down as a trail of mingled fluids dripped down her inner thigh. "Ah! You little troublemaker! Look, it's running out!"
"Hehe," Vivian grinned unrepentantly.
"Go on! Scoot!"
"Okay!"
Vivian sauntered back into the living room. The vinyl suit felt sticky and uncomfortable now. She peeled it off without a second thought, letting her body revert back to her usual ten-year-old form… though she kept the penis out. It just felt… normal now. Naked and unbothered, she plopped down on the sofa, picking up Angela's tablet. She noticed Jessica wouldn't be home this weekend – off with friends. Perfect. Just her and Mommy.
The tablet was disappointingly vanilla – TikTok, YouTube, and only one game, Pokemon Go.
"Pixel, sweetheart," Vivian murmured. "Download Twitter."
Seconds later, it was done. Pixel handled the app installation seamlessly.
"Now, set up an account. Username: 'EnchantressVivi'. Bio: Junior school student in Los Angeles. Sharing my daily life. Any cute girls wanna chat? LF friends & fun." Gotta cast a wide net. Expanding her repertoire was crucial for maximizing point acquisition (and satisfying her urges).
Could she involve men? Sure. George had been bi-curious, leaning towards effeminate guys he could dominate. Vivian inherited that preference. She wouldn't mind fucking a cute twink, but being fucked by a man? Hard pass. Her own vagina? That was reserved for women only. First dibs goes to Mommy, though, she decided firmly.
She snapped a quick photo with the tablet – herself lounging naked on the sofa, careful framing. "Pixel, sanitize this. Blur the background, my face, nipples… and put a slight mosaic blur over the dick, make it look kinda like a toy just lying there." Pixel executed the edits instantly. Vivian typed a caption: "First day on Twitter! Just finished having amazing sex with my Mommy… Feeling so blissed out ^_^ #LesbianLove #AgeGap #MommyDaughterFun #LosAngeles" She hit send. Bait laid. Saying it was her Mom was part calculated risk, part truth designed to attract a certain type of curious girl. With the blur, plausible deniability was maintained. Plus, she decided, for any actual meets, she'd use a different adult body, a disguise.
No followers yet, obviously. She directed Pixel to start searching, filtering for attractive female users in the LA area based on profile pics and keywords. Pixel started auto-following promising candidates and liking selected posts – tasteful nudes, suggestive selfies, relevant hashtags. LA was big; the potential pool was vast.
"Husband! Food's ready!" Angela called from the kitchen.
"Coming!" Vivian dropped the tablet and padded towards the dining area.
"Hey! Put some clothes on!" Angela protested mildly, placing plates on the table.
"Why? It's just us!" Vivian grinned, settling into her chair, completely naked.
"You…" Angela sighed, shaking her head, but didn't push it. It was warm. Besides, arguing felt futile.
As they ate, Angela glanced over at the tablet screen Vivian had left unlocked. It displayed a Twitter feed filled with provocative selfies and explicitly tagged photos shared by the accounts Pixel had started following. Some showed full nudity, even solo masturbation.