She nibbled on my clit with passion. She suckled on me with everything that she had. I groaned, slamming the vibrator to the hilt in her cunt. I loved how she trembled above me. She suckled on my bud with such hunger.
Her moans grew louder. I tongued her nubbin as she nibbled on my clit. I drove the dildo deep into her, my cunt clinging to her fingers. I shuddered, my toes curling. I hurtled towards my orgasm. This was it. My eyes squeezed shut.
Alice beat me to it.
“Mommy!” she moaned around my clit.
Pussy cream gushed out around the vibrator. A stream of spicy cream for me to enjoy. I ripped the toy out of her cunt and sealed my lips around her little hole. Her passion flooded my mouth. I gulped down her wonderful juices.
I gulped it down as she suckled hard on my clit. My pussy clamped down on her fingers. As I drank her flood, I joined my daughter in incestuous heaven. I bucked beneath her and came so hard. My pussy convulsed and writhed. The pleasure swept through me. That wonderful delight drowned my mind.
I bucked beneath my daughter, ecstasy flooding out of my cunt. Along with my pussy cream. My bimbo daughter licked up my cream as I did the same to her pussy. We moaned together, writhing atop each other in taboo bliss.
It was outstanding to cum beneath my daughter. To drown her in pussy juices as she did the same to me. My eyes squeezed shut as I reveled in this bliss. It was an incredible moment to enjoy. A wonderful delight to experience.
“Yes!” I moaned, my entire body quivering. “Oh, yes, yes, that was perfect.”
I felt so amazing. I could just float off and fly away. This was perfect. Just what I needed to experience. I felt so good. So amazing. I trembled here, my heart pounding away in my chest. I licked at my daughter’s twat.
It was so wild. “Oh, baby, I want to get more toys.”
“I love toys!” squealed Alice.
“Mmm, adult toys, baby,” I purred. “I could get dildos. Maybe a strap-on. I could fuck you. You could fuck me. How does that sound?”
“Yay! Toys!” she sat up and bounced up and down, rubbing her pussy into my face. “Let’s go, Mommy!”
She bolted off the bed and scampered to the door. I shuddered, thinking we should go to Lover’s Package. That would be perfect. I sat up, so glad that I had made my daughter feel better about being bullied by this…
By this mean girl said she had no tits and a flat ass. Who was making her miserable because my daughter was blossoming in a different way? She didn’t need to have big tits. She was cute and sexy the way she was.
She was my little girl.
I heard my daughter scampering down the stairs. Wait, she was naked. I gasped and bolted out of the covers. I almost tripped on them. I kicked free and rushed out of my bedroom. I reached the top of the stairs to see her opening the door.
“Don’t go out there naked!” I gasped. “Alice, you have to get dressed this instant, young lady!”
“But Mommy,” she whimpered. “I wanna go naked. It’s a warm day. Please, please, please with sugar on top and ice cream and sprinkles and strawberry syrup!”
“No,” I said, putting my foot down. “You do not get to go out there like that. Now march up here, get dressed, then we’ll go.”
“Fine,” she said and pouted from the door. But only for a moment before she brightened up and squealed, “I can wear my pink tank top! Yay!”
She darted up the stairs. I stood back, my large boobs jiggling. I licked my lips, her spicy juices lingering. This girl was going to be a handful. I didn’t even know what to do when my husband got home from work in a few hours.
Not at all.
She rushed past me and headed into her room. I went back to mine to get dressed. I grabbed a clean pair of panties, a bra, a pair of jeans, and a nice blouse with a scoop-neck. Purple. I liked the look. Not completely a frumpy mom, but not too sexy.
I hummed as I stepped out to find my daughter wearing pink hot pants and a matching tank top that she hadn’t worn in years. It fit so tight to her, the outlines of her small breasts and hard nipples were clearly obvious. It showed off her bellybutton. And those shorts weren’t much better.
“You have a cameltoe,” I said before I realized it.
“I do?” she asked, lifting her bare foot. “Which one is a camel toe? Is it my big one?”
“I…” I drew in a deep breath. “Never mind. Let’s go. You’re dressed the way a bimbo-daughter would dress, I suppose.”
“Yay!” she said, bouncing up and down. God, she was so adorable in those hot pants and too-tight tank top. I was turning into some sort of depraved lesbian mommy.
She darted down the stairs before me, her cute butt hugged by those pink shorts. I followed after, my pussy already soaking my panties. I grabbed my purse on the way out, my keys jangling in them. I pulled them out to unlock the minivan.
My daughter hopped into the driver’s seat, bending over. I shuddered at that cute rump. I shuddered, fighting off all these lusts. I rolled my shoulders and hurried around. What was wrong with me? I was just turning into some sort of pervert.
But she was so cute as she bounced in the seat. She reached out and started flipping the vent open and closed. It amused her doing something like that. She giggled. I started the car and she cooed. She looked over at the lights flicking to life on the dashboard.
“Let’s roll, Mommy!” she purred.
“So,” I said as I backed out of the driveway. “You know where that girl who bullied you lives? Sherry, right?”
“Yes,” she huffed. “She’s so meanie. I don’t have a flat butt. You said so. Right. My butt’s cute. Cutie patootie!”
“That’s right,” I said. “We’re going to go and teach her a lesson. How does that sound?”
“Yippee!” She bounced up and down, this huge smile on her face. She squirmed there, looking so happy. I was so glad for her. I was just thrilled that she was having this much fun. She would just be happy from now on.
My daughter would never cry again.
She would have as many orgasms as possible. She would give me them. I would give her them. And this Sherry would learn how to eat my daughter’s cunt until she came. That would be so hot to watch. Maybe while spanking her rump.
I was so eager for this. I was turning into a naughty mommy. I checked my phone and saw I had gained a bonus crystal. I had three. Enough to get my second bimbo. I shuddered as I headed to this Sherry’s house.
Anger burned in me. The closer we got, the more I wanted to make this bullying slut into my bimbo. I drove my minivan towards the house. My daughter was bouncing in her seat, looking around, just so happy.
“Puppy!” she squealed for the dozenth time, her face pressed to the window. “Oh, he’s so cute, Mommy! Just so cute. Yes, he is!”
“Don’t get focused on that,” I said, my clit throbbing. “Do we turn up there?”
“Um…” My daughter scrunched up her face. “I think… I think… Ooh, look at that! She’s preggers, Mommy! She’s got a baby in her! The stork will swoop down and pull it out of her! Isn’t that neat!”
“Sure,” I said. I had the vaguest memory of coming down this way before. Had I taken my daughter over to this Sherry’s house? Had they been friends? Sherry… Sherry… Does she have black hair?”
“No, no, she has blonde hair, Mommy!” the girl said. “I bet her baby will be blonde!”
“No, no, Sherry. Does she have black hair?”
My daughter nodded. “It’s dark and silky and glossy and black and dark! So long!”
“Yes, yes, Sherry… Nader.” I smiled. “I know where she lives.” I turned at the corner onto a cul-de-sac. “Yes, yes, this is coming back to me. Her house is that… that one!” I pulled up before a light-blue house with white trim. A one-story ranch with a lawn desperately in need of a mow. “Wait here!”
I threw open my door and climbed out of the car. I marched up to the house. I could hear loud music playing. A thudding beat. I reached the door and pounded on it, my phone in my hand. I was ready to bimbofy this bully. She would pay for hurting my daughter. Yes, she would.
I pounded on the door again. The deadbolt twisted. The door opened and a black-haired girl in a tank top and jean shorts frowned at me. The stereo blared music and her phone was shoved in the front pocket of her shorts. I recognized her. Not as cute as she had been as a child. She had a sneer that made her almost ugly.
“I know you!” the girl said. “Did that little cunt go whine to her mommy?”
“Little cunt?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.
The girl shrugged. I could see her trying to be defiant. Rebellious. But it was there, in the corners of her eyes. The nervousness. The fear of authority. She had never gone this far with an adult. Her parents must not be home. It had emboldened her.
“You think my daughter is a little cunt?” I asked her, my hand gripping my phone.
“Yep,” she said, being bold. “What of it? You’re not welcome here. I’ll call my mom!”
“I’m sure she’d love to know what you called my daughter,” I said. “How you made her cry. You think you can get away with your bullying. That there aren’t consequences.”
The girl shrugged, her confidence breaking. She looked around then tried to close the door. I caught it and lifted my phone. She backed up, her face becoming something… else. Pleasant. A phony smile. Joy in her eyes.
She thought I was trying to get some incriminating footage to put on the internet. “Hey! My mom’s not home, so I’ll let her know you stopped by. But I got to get back to my homework.”
I tapped the screen and the App asked if I wanted to make her my next bimbo. I tapped YES before I could even think. This wave of heat rushed through me as her smiling face became her profile pic. A bar appeared beneath my daughter’s and…
Sherry transformed.
The phony smile became a big one. The feigned delight transformed into bubbly joy. She bounced up and down before me, her black hair flying around her face. She clapped her hands together and rocked in place.