Chapter 87: Degrade

Kyle pulled out of the mother slowly, watching a thick mixture of his cum and her own wetness leak out of her in a heavy stream that ran down over her ass and dripped onto the floor. She lay limp and shaking beneath him, face marked with tears and red handprints, mini dress torn and bunched under her arms, chest heaving in short, exhausted hitches. Soft, shaky breaths left her with every rise and fall of her chest. The active fight had been fucked out of her body for the moment, but her eyes still held a dull, horrified awareness of exactly where she was and what had already been done to her daughter.

’I let this happen. I stood there and watched. I touched myself while he ruined her.’

He didn’t give her even a minute to recover.

Kyle grabbed a fistful of her hair and her upper arm, hauled her roughly up onto her knees, and dragged her the short distance across the floor to the bed where Stacy still lay completely unconscious. He shoved the mother’s face down hard between her daughter’s open, limp legs until her nose and mouth were pressed directly against the messy, cum-smeared pussy that was still slowly leaking thick white trails onto the pastel sheets.

"Lick," he ordered, voice flat and cold.

Sophia tried to turn her head away with a weak, broken sound of protest, hands pushing uselessly at the mattress.

"No—please—don’t make me do this—she’s my daughter—"

’This is my child. This is the girl I raised. I can’t—’

Kyle’s hand tightened in her hair until her scalp burned and pressed her face harder against Stacy’s used cunt. The heavy scent of sex, sweat, and hours of accumulated cum filled her nose completely. Fresh and drying streaks coated her daughter’s inner thighs, the soft outer lips, and the still-slightly-open entrance that had taken cock for over ten hours straight.

"What’s your name?" he asked suddenly, still holding her face in place.

She hesitated, breathing hard against the messy folds, then answered in a cracked, reluctant voice.

"...Sophia."

"Sophia," he repeated, testing the name.

"Good. Now lick it clean, Sophia. Every drop that came out of her after I bred her all day. You’re going to taste exactly what I left inside your own daughter’s cunt."

When she still hesitated, jaw clenched against the order, he slapped her ass hard enough to leave an immediate red print, the sharp crack loud in the quiet room. Then he shoved two fingers into her own leaking pussy from behind without warning and curled them roughly against the sensitive front wall.

"Nnh—! Ahh—"

Sophia cried out against Stacy’s folds, the sound muffled and wet. The unwanted stimulation made her tongue move almost on instinct—small, reluctant, shaking licks at first, gathering the thick, salty-sweet mixture of cum and cream that coated her daughter’s pussy.

’Why does it taste like this... why is my body reacting...?’

"That’s it," Kyle muttered, watching her with dark, calm eyes as he kept his fingers working inside her.

"Clean your daughter’s broken little breeding hole. Taste how much cum I pumped into her while she screamed for more. Get every crusty streak and every fresh drip on your tongue."

He added a third finger and started thrusting them in steady, deep strokes timed with the reluctant movements of her tongue. Every time Sophia tried to pull her head back even an inch he pressed her face down harder and fingered her more roughly, forcing wet, muffled, humiliated sounds out of her against Stacy’s cunt.

"Mmnh—hhah—nnh—"

Thick strands of cum stretched from her tongue to her daughter’s folds whenever she lifted slightly. Some of it smeared across her cheeks, her nose, and her chin in sticky white streaks. Her full tits hung heavily beneath her, still marked from earlier slaps, swaying with every forced movement. Her own pussy clenched around his fingers in traitorous little pulses she couldn’t stop.

’This is wrong. This is so wrong. But it feels—’

"Look at you," he said, voice low and deliberately degrading as he watched the older woman on her knees.

"A grown woman in her early forties, divorced, out trying to find a man tonight on her knees licking hours of cum out of her own daughter’s ruined cunt while the girl stays completely unconscious. You’re filthier than she ever was. At least she asked to be bred. You’re just a desperate, wet-mouthed MILF cleaning up after the real show."

"Nnh... please..."

Sophia made a broken, choked sound of pure humiliation against Stacy’s pussy, but she kept licking under the relentless pressure of his hand in her hair and the thick fingers still pumping inside her own cunt. Tears ran down her face and mixed with the cum smeared across her skin. The moral part of her mind still screamed that she should bite, fight, do anything to stop this. The rest of her the part that had stood in the doorway and touched herself while watching her daughter get destroyed was starting to go quiet under the steady pressure of his fingers and the heavy taste on her tongue.

Kyle finally pulled his fingers out, wiped the shiny wetness across her already messy cheek, then moved into position behind her on his knees. He shoved her legs farther apart on the floor, lined up his still-rock-hard cock against her entrance, and slammed back in to the hilt in one brutal thrust while her face was still buried between her daughter’s thighs.

"AHH—!"

She cried out loudly against Stacy’s cunt as he started fucking her hard from behind, one hand locked tight in her hair to keep her mouth and nose pressed firmly to the leaking, used pussy, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Every powerful thrust forced her face harder against the messy folds and made more thick cum smear across her lips, her tongue, and her nose. The wet impact of him using her body mixed with the wetter, filthier sounds of her tongue still moving under direct force and the quiet drip of cum still seeping from Stacy onto the sheets.

"Nnh—ahh—mmph—!"

’He’s inside me again... while I’m tasting her... while she’s right here...’

"Keep licking while I fuck you, Sophia," he ordered, voice never rising but thick with contempt.

"You’re going to clean every single drop while you take the exact same cock that broke your daughter for ten hours. You’re both just holes to me now—one unconscious and overflowing, one awake and still trying to pretend she doesn’t want it."

"Hah... nnh... ahh..."

Sophia sobbed against Stacy’s pussy, the sound muffled and wet tongue still moving in messy, forced strokes because the hand in her hair left her no real choice. She tasted her own daughter’s used cunt and the thick, heavy loads that had been pumped into her for hours salty, musky, unmistakable. Kyle railed her without a single pause, treating her body with the same relentless, breeding pace, hips slamming against her soft ass while he degraded her with every thrust and every crude observation.

Her walls clenched around him harder than before. The protests still formed in her head, but they were getting quieter, drowned under the wet heat and the shameful way her body kept answering him.

"That’s your daughter’s cum-filled pussy on your tongue," he continued, looking down at the back of her head as he fucked her. \

"The same girl you raised. The same girl whose room we’re in. And you’re on your knees cleaning it while I use you like a second free hole. You’re not even fighting properly anymore. Your cunt is gripping me every time I bottom out. Pathetic."

"Nnh—ahh—fuck—mmph—"

’I hate this... I hate how full it feels... I hate that my body is opening for him...’

He kept both of them locked in the position—one broken and unconscious on the bed, the other awake, humiliated, face covered in her daughter’s leaking cum, and being fucked just as thoroughly on the floor—while the pink LED lights of the colorful cosplayer bedroom glowed softly over the entire scene. The posters and figurines watched silently as Sophia was forced to keep licking and the wet sounds of her own violation mixed with the quiet, steady drip of cum still leaving Stacy’s ruined body.

And with every thrust, every forced taste, every degrading word, the line between resistance and surrender grew thinner inside her.