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The sound of the door creaking open joined the sizzle of the arctic hen she was frying. Senna gazed at the clock and saw that it was already six in the evening. “Korra was just in time,” she muttered, smiling at the thought of how far her wonderful daughter had come.
It had been three months since Tonraq passed away from a car accident, and Senna missed him dearly. She missed the sound of his voice, the way he made her feel like a queen, and she especially missed the feel of his cock inside her. So, to distract herself from the pit of depression, she kept busy in the house. Korra, on the other hand, dropped out of college and went to work to provide for them. She would be forever grateful for the sacrifice Korra had made for them.
And she showed her appreciation for her daughter through her food.
“Mom, I’m home,” Senna heard Korra say, her deep voice echoing in the empty house.
“I’m in the kitchen!”
Loud, heavy footsteps approached her from behind. Senna smiled as she felt warm lips grazing her temples. “Smells good in here, Mom,” Korra greeted.
Turning around, she faced her daughter and took in her appearance. Tall and muscular, just like her father. “How’s work, sweetie?”
“Eh. Same ol’ same old,” Korra answered nonchalantly as she walked behind Senna.
Suddenly, the older woman felt rough hands circling her waist, and she felt more than saw something poking her behind. Senna tensed at Korra’s sudden action, causing her to swallow audibly at the strange feeling. She tried to turn around, but her daughter’s strength prevented her. Senna suddenly found herself caged between the stove and Korra’s solid mass behind her. “W-what are you doing,” she stammered.
Korra snaked her hands around her middle as her daughter turned off the stove. Senna gasped as she felt those hands trail up her stomach to her breasts. “I’m hungry…but not for food,” Korra whispered low in her ear.
Shivers ran down Senna’s spine at the words her daughter said. “K-Korra, wh–”
“I’m the man of the house now. And I know you’ve been missing something…something that I can provide.”
Senna let go of the ladle she was holding in order to stifle the involuntary moan that slipped from her lips. She had to admit, what Korra was proposing was tempting, if the fluttering sensation she felt in her pussy was any indication.
The next thing she knew, her hips rolled backward instinctively against the bulging erection her daughter had. Both of them moaned at the sensation. “Korra…” Senna gasped.
“What is it, Mom?” Korra whispered against her neck as she nibbled the exposed skin of her neck.
Senna was startled. When did she turn her neck? Her heart and mind were warring. Her heart wanted it, wanted to feel Korra touch her body, to feel her cock inside her. Once, she heard Korra and Asami fucking like rabbits and she felt that pang of jealousy and the heat of arousal in her core. And now– wait…Asami! “Korra, what about…ah… Asami?” she managed to get out in between gasps.
Instead of stopping, her daughter continued her ministrations, slowly trailing he hands up to cup the swell of her breasts. Chuckling, Korra pressed her own breasts against Senna’s back. “Asami’s actually the one who suggested this.”
“What?” Senna must’ve misheard Korra. That should be impossible. Asami couldn’t have really suggested this…
“Yup! She noticed how you look at us, noticed how lonely you are…how jealous you are whenever we have sex in my room…”
“Y-yes…” Oh, god. Senna couldn't believe she admitted one of her deepest fantasies. Having sex with her daughter. Having Korra plunge her shaft inside her, over and over until her body couldn’t take the pleasure anymore she’d burst. She didn't know when it had happened, just that it happened.
One night, Korra came home with Asami. Her daughter called out to her, waking her up. But she answered too late for Korra had already taken Asami upstairs in her bedroom. Senna wanted to ask what her daughter needed, so she followed them there.
That was when she had heard it. The unmistakable moan of a woman. Senna knew she should turn back, that she should walk away from something so private, but she stayed rooted on her spot. Another moan, and this time, a grunt accompanied it.
Before she knew what was happening, her feet had taken her by her daughter’s door. It was slightly open, making it easier for the older woman to sneak a peek.
Her heart raced at the sight. Korra had Asami in a mating press, fucking her hard into the mattress. Her daughter’s thrusts were brutal and fast, and Senna thought it had to hurt. But looking at Asami’s expression, the woman being pounded felt otherwise.
All of Senna’s blood rushes down to her core, her pussy throbbing at the sight of her daughter fucking her girlfriend. As she observed them, Senna’s mind wandered into taboo territory. What would it feel like to be pounded by Korra? She was startled by her own thoughts.
At first she was ashamed. Ashamed of being turned on by the lewd thought, but as Senna watched them abashedly fuck, the mother realized she didn’t care. What they don’t know won’t hurt, she reasoned.
So from that day forth, she made it a habit to watch Korra and Asami fuck from behind the door.
A large, hard thing pressing into her ass pulled her out of her thoughts, followed by a low growl beside her ear. “See? You wanted it. I can feel your body tremble, Mom.”
Senna couldn’t take it anymore, so she tilted her hips upward to feel more of Korra’s large bulge against her. “Yes, please…”
The low growl Korra emitted became a full-blown one. Senna felt her daughter push her against the counter, bending her over to gain more access to her prized possession. Rough hands slid slowly over her body, from her back down to her ass. Suddenly, Korra yanked her pants along with her underwear down, letting it drop to her ankles. Senna gasped at the first touch of Korra’s large, thick fingers against her pussy.
“Oh, Mom… you’re already so wet,” Korra said.
Senna squirmed under her daughter’s touch. “Yes… I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, Korra. Please, please touch me. More,” she pleaded. She had never been more turned on in her life.
Senna heard her daughter chuckle darkly. “With pleasure.”
A whine of frustration escaped the mother’s lips when Korra retracted her fingers. But Senna didn’t need to beg for more as she felt it. Korra’s cockhead sliding up and down her wet slit.
“You feel so good already, Mom.” Korra’s voice was already husky.
“Oh, god, yes. Only for you…d-daddy,” she hesitated. It was one of her fantasies, to call someone daddy during sex. She had never done it with Tonraq for he was a vanilla kind of man. But with Korra, she felt like she could let loose. Be as submissive and kinky as possible.
And her daughter seemed to like it. “Oh, damn. That’s hot, Mom. Call me ‘daddy’ every time we have sex, okay?”
“Mmmm. Yes, daddy. Please…take me now.”
“Oh, no. Sluts don’t get to demand anything. All they can do is take. But since this is our first time, I’m gonna let you get away with it. For now.”
Without further talking, Korra pushed in.
Senna screamed at the large intrusion. The pain from the stretch was unbearable. It was the first time she would have sex in a long time, after all. But then the pain turn into pleasure as Korra slowly thrusted in and out of her pussy, making her want for more.
“God, your pussy’s so tight, Mom. Fuck. It’s like you don’t want me inside. Do you want to stop?”
“No!!” Senna quickly said, desperate not to lose Korra’s cock inside her. So she begged, “Please. I’ll be a good girl and open up!”
“Good. Now let me in.”
Bracing herself against the counter, Senna spread her legs wider, hoping it would be enough to accommodate her daughter’s huge shaft. “Oh, god!” she screamed as Korra suddenly shoved her dick in one swift thrust.
And just like that, she came, her juices spilling onto Korra’s cock.
“I have such a whore of a mother. Coming on my cock so easily. Hah! I’m going to enjoy you, Mother,” Korra said. That was when Korra started to fuck her in esrnest.
Waves of pleasure rushed through her body as she rocked back and forth as she was claimed from behind. Korra’s pace was brutal, unrelenting, and Senna wouldn’t want it any other way.
Her kitchen was filled with the sounds of their fucking; the noise of wet flesh slapping against flesh and the occasional sound of her body sliding against the marble the countertop she was working on. Most of all, moans and soft grunts filled the air from both of them.
“I’m gonna cum! Korra!” Senna screamed, glancing over her shoulder to look her daughter in the eye and show her how she affected Senna.
“Then cum on my cock like a good slut,” Korra said as she continued to pound her mother on the counter. One of her large hands gripped Senna’s ass harder, making sure to leave bruises that would last for days. And the other one slithered into long brown locks, pulling it sharply.
“Aaahhh!!!” Senna screamed until her voice gave out as she orgasmed the second time that night. Korra let go of her hair as she pulled out, causing her to almost hit her head on the marble, and a trail of her juices ran down her thigh.
Senna was totally spent but she wasn’t given a chance to rest as Korra pulled her from the counter, turned her around and pushed her to her knees on the floor.
“Clean up your mess,” Korra commanded. In which, Senna immediately obeyed.
As if there was any answer other than yes. Will I be able to take it? She opened her mouth wide to accommodate her daughter’s size once more.
Senna’s first taste of Korra’s cock came with the added flavor of her own juices. She moaned desperately at the mixed tastes as Korra gripped her hair and started to thrust into her gullet.
“Fuck, Mom. Your mouth feels even better than your pussy!” Korra exclaimed with a hard push.
Senna gagged, but did not stop sucking, her tongue working overtime to get Korra over the edge. She wanted her prize for being a good slut.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Korra went over the edge, releasing a torrent of cum into her throat. Spurt after hot spurt painted her gullet white, and Senna did everything to swallow it all down, not wanting Korra’s seed go to waste.
When her daughter was finally spent, Senna let go of Korra’s softening cock with a pop. She opened her mouth to show Korra what a good slut she was, swallowing every last drop of her cum.
Korra gave her a chuckle of approval. “What a cum slut. Next time, my cum goes straight into your pussy.”
“Oh, yes please. I’d love that,” Senna moaned unabashedly, her pussy clenching at nothing from the thought.
Korra pulled her up and kissed her languidly. “Now, continue cooking our dinner.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She turned around, thinking how lucky she was having a daughter like Korra.