37. Mother-Daughter Incest (Lesbian Play)

“Aaaah! Please… Stop… I beg you…”

Trapped on the guillotine restraint table, Charlotte’s mature body burned with heat as she desperately writhed.

“Hehe, you’re lying, Mommy. You’re actually enjoying it, aren’t you?”

“You’re so straightforward.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you cum properly. Mom, just stay quiet and moan ♡”

The three twin sisters—Aisha, Alma, and Antigone—snickered. They were little girls wearing rough cotton dresses, barefoot, but their mother’s honey-blonde hair and amber eyes made them look like adorable little cherubs.

Their small, soft hands relentlessly stroked and caressed every sensitive spot on the princess’s back in doggy-style position: cheeks, nape of the neck, shoulders, shoulder blades, upper arms, breasts, sides, navel, lower belly, back, waist, ass, thighs, inner thighs, calves, and toes.

The long years of violation had turned her body into a sensitive erogenous zone. Their gentle touches sent waves of indescribable pleasure through her.

“Aaah! N-Not there!”

Aisha slid under her and bit Charlotte’s nipple with her tiny teeth. Electric pleasure shot through her body.

“Your mommy’s breasts are so big ♡ Aaaah~”

Aisha took as much of the huge breast into her small mouth as she could and rolled the hardened nipple with her tongue.

“Hii… Don’t suck my breasts! It’s wrong, it’s wrong! This is between a mother and daughter!”

Charlotte shook her long golden hair and shook her head. But Aisha refused to stop touching her nipple.

“We’re not mother and daughter. Mom is not human, right? You’re just a sex toy for men, aren’t you?”

“We’re just checking the toy. Just feel it naturally.”

The three beloved daughters laughed cutely and pressed harder with their hands.

“Ahh! Not there… Stop… Please…”

“Mom, be quiet for a second.”

Alma’s cute lips covered Charlotte’s mouth.

“Un ♡ Your mouth tastes so sweet, Mom. How’s mine?”

A small tongue slipped inside, licking and stimulating her tongue and oral cavity. Despite her elementary-school appearance and age, her technique was flawless—matching that of a seasoned whore.

“You’re amazing, Mom. Among the three of us, Alma is said to be the best at oral sex ♡”

The pleasure was so intense it made Charlotte’s body tremble.

“Wow~ Your pussy is shaking, Mom.”

Antigone, who had taken the rear position, watched with wide eyes.

“Antigone, please make Mom feel good. Since it’s girl-on-girl, you should be the best at this.”

“Understood.”

Of the twins, Antigone looked the youngest and most innocent. She straddled Charlotte’s back, spread her massively swollen labia with both small fingers, and pulled them wide open.

“Aaah! Don’t spread it like that!”

“Your inside is so pretty, Mom. You’ve been a toy for men for so long. Your pussy is truly beautiful. As a senior flesh slave, I truly respect you.”

Antigone buried her face between her mother’s thighs. She sucked hard on the erect clit.

“Ahiit! N-Not there—!!”

Charlotte thrashed her golden hair wildly as pleasure shot through her.

“So Mom’s most sensitive spot is right here. It’s wonderful, Mom. I’ll make you cum even more ♡”

She continued licking and sucking with her lips and tongue, using her young teeth to gently torment the swollen clit.

“Hiiiiit—!! Not there—!!”

Charlotte arched her back, but Antigone showed no mercy. Soon transparent nectar overflowed from her pussy, dripping down her white thighs.

“Fufu, what is this? You’re saying no with your mouth, but Mom is still a cheap slut, isn’t she?”

Antigone rubbed the nectar on her hands all over Charlotte’s plump body.

“Kuuhuuuh—!!”

Charlotte bit down so hard on her teeth they nearly cracked. The humiliation and shame were worse than anything the men had done. She had been shamed by her own daughters—by the very girls she had given birth to.

No greater shame could exist for a woman or a mother.

Antigone’s slender fingers slid from the entrance to the vaginal opening, then slowly pushed inside. Charlotte clenched her teeth and endured, sweat beading on her forehead.

“You’re getting so wet. Then, Mom, it’s time. I’m going to make you cum.”

“Eh?”

Zubba —!

Antigone’s small palm slid deep into her mother’s pussy.

“Ugii!? G-Guuaah—!! Stop… Not there…”

“Fufu, you’re holding up well, Mom. Then I’m cumming~!”

The little girl smiled like a little devil. With surprising ease for her age, she pushed her entire wrist inside Charlotte’s vagina. A young girl’s small, soft hand could do such things. She twisted her wrist and rubbed back and forth, grinding against the vaginal walls.

“Gagigugu, gohgogaaah—!! Stop—!!!”

Even pushing a whole wrist was too much for a virgin birth canal. Charlotte knew she could not be freed from the restraints. She thrashed her golden hair and sobbed, begging her own daughter to stop. But Antigone did not relent.

“Nn—♡ I reached all the way inside…”

Once her entire wrist was buried inside, the tips of her fingers reached the firm cervix.

“Hm? It’s so sensitive here.”

Antigone moved her fingers and gently stroked the clitoral area of the cervix with her nails.

Vikun —!

Charlotte’s body, which should have been completely immobile, suddenly jerked upward. Her amber eyes widened, pupils dilating, and she froze for a moment, breath caught.

“A-A-Aaaaah—!!”

This spot had been developed into an erogenous zone, but for Charlotte—who had been brutally violated since she was seventeen—it only caused a terrifying, suffocating shock.

“Fufu, Mommy’s weak spot~♡ I’ll do even more.”

Kori, kori, kori, kori, kori, kori…

“Uaaaaah—!! Stop—!! Forgive me—!!”

Every time Antigone’s fingers and nails stroked the cervix, Charlotte’s uterus contracted and spasmed. Her precious womb—meant for giving birth—could not endure such stimulation. Her vagina clung desperately to the tiny wrist, squeezing it tightly.

“Aaah, Mom’s pussy is gripping my wrist so tightly~ It’s fun. Let’s go deeper!”

Zubri —!

Finally, the little girl’s fingers forced open Charlotte’s tight, narrow cervix. The tiny fingers slipped inside the uterus.

“Gugiiiit—!! Aagiiiii—!!”

Charlotte let out a sound no human throat could make.

“Fuuun, it’s so soft and slippery inside. The baby pouch is like this inside. How does it feel, Mom? Being fingered in your womb? This is something few women have ever experienced.”

Antigone’s fingers stroked the inside of the uterus and lightly scratched with her nails.

“Guaaah—!!”

Charlotte’s eyes flew wide open. She roared like a beast, then finally gave in and fainted.

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