Delia, Mommy Maid

by Linna Ulravor

Delia is a bored, lonely housewife who decides to take up a job as a maid in an effort to just do something once her son left. It's a bit of a strange job where she works as a sort of rent-a-mom, but it's not like she hasn't been doing that her whole life. Her first client: a girl named Hilda who proves very good at working lonely mothers like herself into her bed. (FUTA/LESBIAN)

Story belongs to ThatLewdWriter on Archive of Our Own

Delia wasn't just bored; she was lonely and bored, and, to her, that was the worst possible combination. She had no one around to talk to anymore, no one to converse with, no one to play with or just see. Her son was off on his adventure for what seemed like years, her husband had passed some time ago, and she had no friends around to take her mind off things. Not only was she left with nothing to do, but she had no one to even try and lift her out of that listless state of nothingness, and it sucked.

It wasn't to say that she was melancholic or depressed, but being alone and without anything to do certainly took its toll, and Delia was wracking her brains as she looked for something to take her mind off of the monotony of it all. It was why she'd started looking for work to take up her free time in the first place, and why she found herself outside of some stranger's home, looking up at the door frame as she confirmed the address.

"Looks like the place," she told herself, one hand tugging on the end of her dress and the other shuffling at her paper.

Work always seemed like the best way to do something. She liked working, really, and she got to do very little of it as she raised Ash up, so it was nice to be doing something different. Pokemarts, Pokecenters, they were always hiring on a loop, and there were some openings available in the bigger department stores, too. What ended up catching her eye, though, was almost something tailor-made for someone in her position: the 'Mommy Rental Service'.

Age got you in a loop? The Ad had read, and she'd leaned in the television curiously. Kids out on their Pokemon Journey? She'd nodded her head. All alone in your house? Nothing to do? Loved ones away? Friends come and gone, too busy to frolic now that you're all alone? Yes, yes, and yes. Those dream days of no kids to take care of starting to feel monotonous?

Definitely, she'd concluded.

Join the Mommy Rental Service! Any woman of any motherly age is accepted - the more mature and motherly, the better. Take whatever jobs you want! Any hours! Flexible options! Even more flexible prices! Lots of tips!

The ad had gone on, but she'd been sold on that alone. Reading up on details left things fairly clear, too: all she had to do was show up at the person's house and act as their 'mother', essentially, cleaning their house like a maid would, doing laundry and dishes, but then also preparing them a home-cooked meal and treating them as their child for the rented out time. A little strange, she'd admit that, but she'd been doing exactly that for literal years now, so it seemed like nothing difficult.

It wasn't like it was a bad idea in any sense, and she was as anxious as she was nervous about it. She would be a housewife for several hours, then she'd be back home, easy as that. She rapped on the door to the stranger's house with just a quick breath, and waited. Thankfully, she didn't wait long at all, for the door swung open in less than a minute, revealing the client she'd been bought by for the next six hours.

The girl that was revealed to her wasn't quite a stranger; she'd seen her pictures through the agency, which had 'vetted' the buyer - whatever that meant, Delia sure didn't know. Still, pictures didn't do justice to the teenager that was suddenly beaming at her, flashing perfect teeth.

She was younger than Delia, naturally, in some bracket of eighteen to twenty. Her hair was brown like chocolate and bundled backward into a ponytail that was slung through her forward-facing Pokecap. Her face was genuinely pretty, with a small but full mouth, twinkling eyes with long lashes, and gentle, curving cheekbones that were sure to age into something jaw-dropping. It was complemented by fresh white skin that looked perfectly unblemished, without any of the typical youthful marks.

Delia had only ever seen her face, and where those didn't do her justice, they certainly didn't encompass her body. She was tight and curvy in that classically-teenage way that she saw in movies and shows: bouncy, perky brunette, fun-loving, and chirping. Her curves were nice for her age, with a shapely chest that pressed neatly against her tight-fitting tank-top, revealing a flash of sideboob contained in a pink bra. The straps were very clearly apparent under her top, almost as if the girl hadn't bothered to cover up her lingerie, and from the look of the youthful cleavage propped up against her v-neck top, it was a push-up.

Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat, but it transitioned into the attractive swells of wide hips. It was all contained in tight jean booty-shorts that were cut so extremely that the jagged edges of pockets flared against her toned thighs, and while Delia's motherly side baulked at the idea of someone's daughter dressed so scandalous, the womanly side of her admired the boldness. For sure, the girl had killer legs that were almost designed to be shown off by such short apparel - her entire body was, really. She was a gorgeous girl through and through.

Which, of course, begged the question of why she wanted to rent a mother for herself, but Delia wasn't there to judge. She was there to be motherly, so, to that end, she flashed a bright smile, inclined her head in a friendly greeting, and gently offered an arm in a beckoning hug.

"You must be Hilda!" She said cheerily, fluttering her lashes. "I'm Delia! Pleased to meet you!"

"Oh, the pleasure's all mine!" Hilda chirped, sounding exactly as Delia expected her to. She accepted the hug and returned it eagerly by wrapping both of her arms around Delia and pulling herself in close - very close, quickly going from 'friendly hug' to 'family hug'. Delia was expecting that, of course, but it had been some time since anyone had hugged her like that, and it made her stiffen.

Hilda's hug was strong, too, and she showed no reservation in it. She sent her chest squishing against Delia's, and that had the older woman's breathing hike. It was a strange sensation, but she pushed down the awkwardness of it to hug the stranger that wanted her to act as her mother. It was a little strange, though, that Hilda's arms wrapped around the small of her back, and that her hands strayed so low on her waist, but she pushed that away, too.

"Happy to see me?" Delia teased gently, patting Hilda's shoulders once as the girl pulled back.

"Of course, Mom," Hilda said, winking at her. "Always really nice to have a woman who knows what she's doing around - I'm kinda a klutz."

She shrugged in an endearing sort of way that made Delia's heart swoon. She was still very much susceptible to the plights of teens and children, and it made her motherly instincts well up inside her. "Oh, dear. Don't worry, I'll be sure to take care of you!"

"I'm super glad to hear that," Hilda sighed, as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Her eyes looked up, almost beaming, and lips twitched in a confident grin. "You are a lot prettier than you looked in your pictures, though, you know that?"

"I - " Delia blinked . What? She thought. "Ah... thank you?"

"No, really," Hilda pressed, smiling reassuringly. "You're definitely one of the best-looking moms I've had the pleasure of meeting. I bet you're a real catch, Delia."

Delia's lips flapped and her cheeks reddened. When was the last time anyone had said that to her? Her husband? She didn't know, and coming from a younger girl, it was extremely awkward. "T-thank you?"

"Hey, no need to be nervous!" Hilda laughed, swelling around to place a hand on Delia's lower back. She stiffened again, but all the brunette did was usher her toward the door. "I always compliment my helpers like that, and, besides, it's totally normal."

"It is?" Delia asked, frowning, as she was ushered inside.

"Totally normal," Hilda assured. "I love telling a pretty lady she's - well, pretty! And you're super good looking, Delia."

The smile she sent Delia's way made her blush a little bit more, and she awkwardly looked away. The girl had the sort of magnetic charm that was expected of someone of her age and looks, and even if it was very strange to be offering such compliments to a woman of Delia's age, it wasn't exactly unwelcome. She was starved for attention, and Hilda was certainly charming enough for her age.

"R-right. Well, thank you, Hilda." She cleared her throat as the door closed behind her, and wondered why Hilda's hand was still on her lower back, rubbing idle circles into her dress. "So... What would like me to do?"

It turned out that Hilda needed quite a bit of cleaning done around the house before anything else, and so Delia put herself to the age-old task of cleaning. Not her favourite thing to do, but at least it was something - and, really, the house wasn't anywhere near as dirty as she'd expected. All she really did was dust the furniture, fluff the pillows, rearrange awkwardly placed objects, and tidy it all up.

It was menial labour of the easiest sort, but it had its simplistic charm. Hilda's house was nice, which was a plus in her books. She didn't know if it belonged to the Pokemon trainer or if it was someone else's, but it was only her and Hilda around. The girl was a surprisingly good talker, and even if her conversational topics were a little shallow for Delia's taste - their age gap proving that they didn't have much in common - they were entertaining nonetheless.

It was nice to have someone to talk to for once, and that was all Delia cared about. She'd expected to be left alone and to her own devices while Hilda did something with her Pokemon or watched television or something else of the sort, but she instead remained sitting around Delia and chatted away the time with her. It made Delia happy in an odd sort of way.

She hadn't really realized how deprived of human contact she was.

It was a little awkward how intently Hilda watched her, though, she had to admit that. She was like a cat as she lounged about and focused her shining eyes on Delia, tracing her every last movement. She could feel her piercing gaze on her back, and she wondered just what was going on in the brunette's head. Sometimes, when she turned around, she'd see her smirking, and when they locked eyes, Hilda would always wink.

It made her flush just a bit. It was odd to have someone of Hilda's attractiveness staring at her like so, and even if she was a younger girl, that didn't stop Delia's womanly side from liking the attention. It was still something she brushed aside as she went about her working, doing what Hilda instructed, each word punctuated by a 'Mom' or a 'Mommy.' It was a phrase that she was used to hearing, but not from girlish lips. It took some getting used to.

"Looking good, Mom," Hilda called, and when Delia turned, she found that same, enigmatic smirk on her lips.

"Ah - thank you," she said again, her lips quivering. "I, ah, think I've got this all cleaned up, dear."

"Really? Kinda seems like you're missing a spot…" Hilda rose up from the couch with an eager, almost preppy bounce, and her breasts shook under her thin white top. She walked over to Delia with her wide hips swaying, and she tried not to stare for any longer than necessary. It was a marvel that a girl like her had hips so curvy at all, and it almost made Delia feel inadequate by comparison.

Hilda leaned in beside her, and Delia blinked at her sudden and intrusive proximity. She was right there, barely an inch away, their sides very obviously rubbing and their hips touching. "Right...there."

Delia saw nothing, but she swiped at it anyhow. "Better, dear?"

"One sec," Hilda said, then, boldy, wrapped her arms around Delia. She almost squeaked at the touch, but she said nothing as the teen's thin, white arms circled her shoulders, tenderly wrapped around her wrists, and guided her hands over to the 'offending' spot - almost as if she were teaching her how to play a sport, or something that kids on a date would do. "Right there, Mommy."

Hilda's breath was close, her breathing measured and defined, and Delia felt it through the touch of their sides. She brushed that aside just like she brushed the desk, cleaning up the dust she didn't see, all while the teenager's hands guided her along.

"Perfect," the teen chirped, pulling back all of a sudden. Her hands slipped along her arms and cupped her shoulders for a few tender moments, squeezing down with a gentle amount of massaging pressure that made Delia's spine tingle - and, before she could comment on it, Hilda retreated entirely. "Great job, Mom!"

"I - thank you." Delia shuffled as she turned around, putting herself face-to-face with Hilda - then blinked at their proximity. "S-so…"

"Why do you seem so nervous?" Hilda asked, innocently cocking her head off to the side.

"I'm not," Delia protested, very much nervous and awkward.

"It's just you and me, Mom," the brunette winked, and the lilt to her voice made Delia shiver. "Nothing to be nervous about! Just us girls."

"That's…" Delia scratched the back of her head. "I'm not nervous, dear. This is just very new, is all…"

"Being a mother?" Hilda joked, and the auburn-haired Ketchum laughed.

"No, just…"

"Same with me as anyone else," the teen assured her, patting her arm reassuringly. "Trust me - this is all normal. Plus, I always get handsy with my Moms - and especially when they're pretty, like you."

Delia's cheeks dusted with red. "R-right…"

"Just trust me, Mom." Hilda smiled charmingly. "Okay?"

Delia nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Perfect," she drawled, then, quickly, raked her eyes up and down Delia's body - very, very clearly checking her out from head to toe, then flicking her eyes back up. Delia didn't know how to take that, either, but she wasn't given much time to consider it. "Hey, think you could get to the displays up there?" She laughed to herself. "I'm a bit too short to reach!"

"I - yeah, of course, honey," Delia said quickly, turning her eyes away to faze up at a selection of Pokeballs - real or otherwise - set on little pedestals on top of a mantlepiece. "If I just stretch a bit…"

"Oh, yeah, I don't mind that at all, " Hilda hummed, her voice trailing off into a little giggle. "I'm going to just sit down and get a better view, okay, Mom?"

Delia blinked for a second time. "...Sorry? Better view?"

"Of you," Hilda said cryptically, throwing herself down with a little bounce, and Delia was left even more confused.

That, Delia found, soon became the norm for the entire day. She cleaned up, did a few things, then found Hilda guiding her to do something more, and doing so very physically. When she washed the counters, she had Hilda's hands on her wrists and her body against her backside, helping her along while squishing her breasts into her shoulders; when she was in the hall, she had Hilda asking her to 'clean higher', forcing her to stand up on the tips of her toes while the teenager just watched.

When she did the laundry, she had Hilda sitting behind her, watching as she bent over at the waist. Delia wasn't one to think bad about anyone, but she felt her stare on her body as she worked, and the soft coos of approval that left her lips all but guaranteed where Hilda's focus was. She seemed to enjoy watching her work far too much, and each time she said the word 'Mommy', she did so with a strange lilt that sent a shiver through Delia's body.

It certainly didn't help that Hilda constantly hovered around her. When she started to fix up groceries and prepare some lunch for the two of them, Hilda leaned over the countertop in front of her with her elbows bracing her torso and her chest pushed between them, showing off far too much of her cleavage - almost a straight view down her chest, leaving Delia staring at the rounded masses of soft titflesh. It was particularly distracting as she chopped vegetables, and whenever Hilda squeezed her arms together to make her tits nearly spill, she felt her hands go weak.

"Watcha staring at, Mom?" Hilda asked at one point, her breasts nearly falling out of her shirt - or so it seemed - flashing way too much of her pink bra.

"Nothing," Delia laughed nervously, working diligently on making a home-cooked meal.

"Seems like your eyes are wandering, you know…"

"Not at all," she insisted, but her eyes did, in fact, wander down, wondering for a long moment just how a girl like Hilda could be so well-endowed all over. She was an extremely attractive girl in every sense to an almost distracting degree, almost irresistible to the eyes.

"Hey," Hilda said as she chuckled under her breath, "I don't mind if you stare, Mom. Makes me pretty happy, actually…"

"I'm not…"

Hilda winked. "Like I said, totally normal for all my, hm, mothers. Hard not to fawn over such a cute daughter, you know?"

"I, uh…" Delia laughed nervously. "I suppose so?"

Hilda pouted, and it was a look that Delia's motherly side instantly squirmed for. A girl like that had no right to push her plump lips out so cutely, and it made her want to just - well, she wasn't sure, but some instinct inside of her was feeling very strange at the expression the pretty girl had.

"You're saying I'm not cute, Mommy?"

"I - no, that's not -" She started, but Hilda's pout only grew, her lips pushing out in a puffy pink seal of lipgloss while her forearms squeezed down on her chest and gosh, Delia was feeling hot under the collar. "You're very cute, Hilda, of course."

"So you are staring," the girl chirped, almost instantly changing tracks, and the thought of her teasing manipulation made Delia baulk.

"I'm just -"

Hilda laughed. "I'm teasing, Mom, no need to get flustered."

Delia's jaw flapped. "I -"

"But you're really pretty when you're blushing," Hilda purred in the next moment, her voice dropping several octaves, and Delia couldn't help but shiver.

Hilda was relentless. She teased Delia at every opportunity, complimenting her looks, her tastes, her figure, whatever she could - and whenever the Ketchum mother got nervous, anxious, or commented on her words, the teenager would laugh it off and assure her it was all totally normal. Was it? Delia didn't know. She couldn't say one way or the other if it was normal for Rental Moms to be hit on by their charges.

Hilda kept on telling her it was all totally normal, though, and Delia was both too naive and not in a position to offer a response. She didn't know, and so she could only take it at face-value. It didn't stop her from flushing whenever Hilda 'helped' her by touching her body and guiding her limbs, or when she decided to lean over and stare at her while offering deep views of her cleavage. It was distracting, in fact, and more than once the older woman found herself messing up, much to her frustration.

Naturally, the teenager just laughed it off, waved it aside, saying it was all okay as long as she could watch her. The comment left her blushing even more than before, and she took that with the same level of glee. She never seemed to stop, and even when Delia ended up splashing herself with water, causing her dress to cling to the contours of her torso, Hilda just checked her out with an approving smile.

"I'd let you wear some of my clothes," she'd said, "but they're a bit too small."

The grin that came next had almost left Delia weak in the knees, while her words left her unbearably flustered. "Of course, you could just totally take the dress off? Most of my Moms do, anyways. Makes it more intimate, you know?"

Delia did not know, and she had to bear with the wet clothes until they dried even as Hilda kept up her teasing remarks and grazing touches. She seemed to want to get as close to her as possible, and constantly rubbed against her, touching her skin, making sure to be as physical as possible. She asked for hugs whenever she could, and Delia, not able to protest, gave in - even though each time their breasts would squish a bit more, and her hands would get a bit lower, making her flush badly.

And it only got worse as Hilda got bolder. Why she did it, Delia didn't understand; but she did, and the auburn-haired mother had no idea how to cope with any of it.

"Smells good," Hilda hummed, leaning into Delia from behind as she cooked for the two of them. She wrapped arms around her body and set her chin in the crook of her neck in a way that was distinctly un-daughter-like. "The food smells good, too."

"H-Hilda," Delia gasped.

"Mom," Hilda giggled, pressing her curvy young body against her backside. Hands drew circles into her waist and her chin nuzzled into her shoulder, causing Delia to breathe in rather sharply.

"W-what -"

"C'mon, can't I admire you when you're working?" The teen said softly, her lips just a few inches away from the curve of her smooth neck. Delia winced from the strange contact, but her body didn't quite dislike it. The attention was gratifying, in an odd sort of way. "I love admiring my Mom…"

"Is this… normal?"

"Totally," Hilda assured smoothly, pressing in so close that her breasts squished against her backside. Her hands roved along her stomach, slow and gentle, rising up with tender movements that made Delia's breathing hike. She tried to cock around it as she was casually felt up by the girl pretending to be her daughter, and with how normally it was treated, she could only go along with it.

Hands rose up to graze at her underboob, and Delia whined at the strange contact. Hilda didn't even pause, and casually cupped her chest in her hands, surrounding them with her fingers. She didn't squeeze, didn't knead, but lifted them up, gently palming them, testing their weight, admiring their shape. She traced them with her hands as if committing them to memory, purring under her breath and right into Delia's neck, sending another series of shivers through her body.

"Very nice," she told her, smiling against her neck. "Very nice, Mom."

She squeezed her breasts with shameless intent, and Delia breathed in sharply. She tried to keep on cooking as she was casually felt up and fondled by her 'daughter', but it became increasingly uncomfortable. She rolled her shoulders and squirmed as Hilda groped her tits through her dress, treating her body like a toy to be played with.

"Can't wait to eat," she said, her voice whisper-soft, then pulled away entirely.

Delia wasn't sure what to think, but she was left shivering more than ever. Her body felt warm, her breasts tingling, and the feeling of Hilda lingering in her mind. She had to dry her throat to even speak, and still, her voice came out in a squeak. "I-It'll be r-eady in a m-moment, honey."

Delia was sure that lunch wasn't supposed to be eaten when they were sitting side by side, with Hilda almost on her lap, but they did - and Hilda casually touched her the entire time, running hands along her smooth limbs and cupping her curves - then fleeing too quickly to be really commented on. It left Delia fidgeting, and the girl only got bolder as time went on, touching her more frequently, making more suggestive compliments toward her figure, acting less like a daughter and more like someone that really wanted to get into her pants.

Delia, being both too inexperienced and too naive to properly understand and fight off such advances, just went along with it. She had no idea what to do in such a situation, and just nodded her way through it all as she was coaxed along by Hilda's gentle, flattering words, lewd remarks, and eager touches. She didn't shy away as seemed proper, but committed to the motherly role she'd been rented out for.

When Hilda asked her to clean her room, she didn't think much of it. She went along with her, letting herself be guided by the arm around her waist, and entered the girl's very teenage-looking bedroom with the intent of cleaning. Except, Hilda plopped herself down on the bed, patting her lap, and Delia looked around awkwardly, confusion etched on her face.

"W-what do you want me to clean?" She asked, looking around the rather neat and tidy room, marveling, for a moment, just how better put together it was than her son's room.

"Not the room, Mommy," Hilda giggled, casually leaning back on her bed. Her hand pulled at the fly of her shorts, tugging them down with a careful hand. "I meant me, of course."

Delia stared. "I b-beg your pardon?"

Hilda laughed as she tugged on her pants, pulling down the zipper. "Come on, Mom. It's that time of the day, you know?"

"I - I don't?" Delia replied, mouth dry, eyes wide. She could only stare as Hilda oh-so-casually brought her zipper down, then began to tug at her jean-shorts with easy-going movements.

"It's the time when you take care of your daughter's needs," Hilda said slowly, the words rolling off her tongue. Her hand fished in her shorts, and with slow, easy movements, she tugged out what Delia very quickly realized was nothing other than a thick, throbbing girldick -inches of pale meat that had been compressed by her tight pants and was now pulled into view by her small hand.

Delia almost choked on her breath. "I - w-what? I-it is?"

"Of course!" Hilda chirped, winking at her. She pulled her cock all the way out of her shorts, revealing a monster-cock that was bigger than anything Delia had ever taken in her life - a tall, jutting obelisk of cockmeat, the skin pale and smooth, the head thick and bulbous. "You cleaned my house, Mom, and now it's time to clean me up, too."

Hilda casually stroked her cock, rolling her hand against it from base to tip. "Make your daughter happy, just like a good Mom would."

Delia was actually pretty sure that wasn't what a good mom would do. She tried to wet her lips and protest against whatever the heck was going on, but Hilda's cock kept her full attention. She was big - ridiculously big, in fact. It made sense to her mind that the girl would be hung like a horse when her body was so spectacular, and it just fit with her confidence and her charming, magnetic personality. It was almost hard to tear her eyes off of it, in fact; it was almost as attention-grabbing as Hilda.

"Why not come over here and kneel for me, Mommy?" Hilda pat the bed. "Right here, and lean over my lap."

"I -" Delia's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the big, fat cock. "Uh... I don't know..."

"It's totally normal for all the house moms to suck my cock, you know," Hilda told her, smiling gently. "Nothing out of the ordinary!" She winked again. "Buuuut you'd definitely be the prettiest, Mom..."

"I..." Delia swallowed hard. It was getting a little hard to think, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was something to do with Hilda's words, of her magnetic personality, or the fact that Delia couldn't keep her eyes off the big, hard cock jutting up from her thighs, which was slowly bouncing as her hand rolled across it - but she didn't know. It was irresistible in every way, and her breath got stuck in her throat again. "I mean..."

"Come on, Mommy," Hilda purred smoothly, her voice low and thrumming and painfully arousing. "Treat your daughter to a nice time."

"I-It's... normal? This kind of thing?"

Hilda nodded as she pulled off her cap, sending her hair flopping down her shoulders. "Absolutely. All of my Moms do it. In fact, they can barely keep their hands off of me..."

She stroked her cock gently. "No idea why, but I'm not complaining."

Delia didn't know what to do or what to think. Was it a procedure? Was it bravado? Had she signed up for an escort service? She didn't know the answer to any of the questions. What she did know was that everyone rated the 'Hilda' client very highly, and so she had to assume it was all above the belt. Even that, though, was just a secondary concern to the massive cock she sported, which dominated Delia's mental processing power. It was huge, and just the sight of it made her insides feel awkward and tight.

"W-well... I guess so," she said slowly, patiently, and watched as Hilda beamed.

"Then hop up, Mommy," she husked, patting the bed, and Delia, awkwardly, moved over to her. She rose up with a strange movement, her breath catching in her throat at the sudden proximity of the jutting mast of cockmeat, taking in its massive size with wide eyes. Hilda watched her with clear amusement, but the older woman couldn't focus on her expressions - not with something that big right there beside her.

"Like it?" Hilda asked coyly, stroking herself slowly, and Delia nodded dumbly. "Thanks! IT's all for pleasuring lonely moms like you, Delia."

The brunette leaned back with catlike ease. "Why not have a taste, hm?"

"A-a taste?" Delia asked dumbly, reaching out to grasp the meaty cock in front of her. It was so big that her fingers couldn't even close around it, and she stared at it with incredulity. It was massive, and she had to put two hands around the wrist-thick girth just to surround a section of dickmeat. Her head lowered, getting a better view of it, taking in its clear size and heft, and her brain swirled. "I-It's so... so big..."

More out of curiosity than anything else she raised her arm and set it against the thick mast of cock meat, comparing the length and width of the pale log to her forearm, and a strangled gasp left her throat. "I-It's as big as my forearm!"

"Yup," Hilda laughed. "Plenty of cock for a hot MILF. Now, why don't you start by giving it a lick?"

Delia looked up to stare at Hilda, then looked back down at the cock. She stared at it for a long, long moment, entirely entranced by it. Her hand slowly pulled at the midsection, rolling along the forearm length of cock, while her other hand returned to its gripping position. She wouldn't have been surprised to learn that girldick was hypnotic, such was its irresistible appeal. It was so hard under her hands that it left her biting her lip, too, and as she rolled her palms against it, she could only marvel at how painfully engorged it felt.

Lick, huh, her mind thought, her voice almost distant. With nothing better to do and no will to even do anything else, her head lowered down to the big, fat cock. Her mouth, carefully, was set against the hard log, and a low breath escaped them. As her hot breath washed over the thick mast, Hilda let out a groan that made Delia shiver. It was approving, and that, for some reason, made to help her 'daughter' out even more. It was lewd, it was wrong, and for some reason, the older woman just couldn't resist the idea of it.

"Come on, Mom," Hilda purred, "Gimme some head…"

Delia did. She honestly, honestly didn't consider an alternative - something about Hilda's cock - or Hilda herself - was irresistible to her, and her head almost lowered down of its own volition. She experimentally and rather lustfully pressed her mouth against the hard shaft, letting her plump, lipstick-lined lips squish down against the hard shaft. It was so hard against her mouth, and her insides squirmed to feel it. It was almost marvellous in its stiffness, and feeling squish her lips down made her groan.

She pressed in harder, much to Hilda's vocal pleasure. The girl just sort of watched her as she let her mouth rub against the hard cock, doing little more than rising up along the engorged underside, caressing it with the softness of her lips. She gasped as the rock-hard stiffness pulsed against her, and, trying to suppress an internal groan, she pressed in harder. Her mouth almost flattened against the vascular girth as she rubbed along it, caressing it with the velvety softness of her lips, doing nothing more than rising and falling and tasting it.

"That's it," Hilda cooed, watching her with eager eyes. "Your mouth is going to feel fantastic, Mommy. "

Delia shivered at her words and at her tone of voice, but the incestuous meaning didn't seem to bother her as she was. It was a strange, heady feeling, but she just kept on pressing her mouth against the hardness of her dick, leaving thin trails of wetness from where her lips parted. The taste of her thick, white meat made her mouth water and her throat mewl, and she widened them further, tasting just a little bit more. Her auburn hair bounced as she slid up and down, rubbing a hard flank, caressing it as if giving it a handjob with just her lips, and she loved it in a strange, surreal sort of way.

Her mouth slipped along the cock, rubbing it with her parted lips, caressing it lewdly. She left trails of wetness along the pillar of dickmeat she was almost worshipping, and the more she went at it, the hazier her mind seemed to get - the harder it was to think, and the easier it was to indulge. She groaned under her breath as she kissed the cock, pressing her lips in nice and tight, and pulled at stiff cockmeat. She kissed down again in a sultry manner, then again, each press hot and lush.

Her hands started to twist at the impossible stiff cockmeat as she kissed along the underside, rising up, nuzzling down and grazing with her teeth. Her lips parted more and more with each hungry press until she was layering open-mouthed kisses along the engorged length that almost slurped at skin, and each pull left saliva rolling down from the corners of her lips. She felt like she couldn't stop, and the eager noises that left Hilda's mouth spurred her on for more. The girl stared at her as she moaned, and Delia's skin prickled happily.

"Such a nice, hot mouth, Mom," the teen told her, running her tongue over her lips. "Now, why don't you start licking for me, okay?"

It was the second time she'd said it, and just like the first, it sounded like heaven. She didn't even try to resist the lewdness of it as she set her tongue along the cock and quickly licked it, running the flat across the underside, then groaned at the taste that filled her mouth. Settling in against it, Delia dragged her tongue along and ran it across the throbbing flank, adoring the taste and texture of a good, stiff cock. The slab was pulsing against her tongue, shivering at her touch, and each swipe made it throb harder.

"Juuuuust like that…"

Delia let out a husky sigh against the hard mast before dragging her tongue across the side of it, experimentally putting her tongue to use on a cock bigger than her forearm. The size of it was daunting, but that only excited her more than she could express. She was happy to be licking it, to run her tongue against the dense pillar of teenage cock, and Hilda seemed just as pleased for it. She didn't have any problems with the clumsy licks and drags of her tongue, and just praised Delia as she licked her shaft as if it was a piece of candy - swiping up along the many pale, throbbing inches, lathering it in wetness, moving along the curves and width of it as best as she could manage.

"Love your tongue, Mommy," Hilda praised, biting her lip and leaning back casually. "Feels so good against my cock."

She shamelessly ran her tongue along the fat cock, almost loving the fact that she was going down on the girl's cock - her faux-daughter's cock. It made her tingle in an entirely unwholesome way, but she didn't even think about it. She just kept licking, the flat of her tongue dragging along, caressing the throbbing mast with the soft mass. The taste and smell of it was too intoxicated to resist, and with each passing moment her movements became sluttier, hungrier, lapping at it with careless abandon.

Hilda groaned as she dove down and slurped on her many vascular inches of cockmeat with her tongue, lapping it with long, through licks that had saliva dripping down. She didn't care that her drool rolled over her clenching fingers, and only started to twist her hands in time to the movements of her lustful tongue, trying to pleasure the cock she was told to clean up. She slipped it along, rising up and down the broad length, getting in so close she could rub her nose against it, and she loved the intense pulsations she earned.

She was almost panting as she rubbed the cock with her tongue, dragging it along the throbbing log that seemed to cast a shadow over her face. It was massive, and she lovingly worshipped it, her awkwardness melting away into something hungry. She was deprived, starved for attention, and even if it was a girl pretending to be her daughter, she was happy for it. It had been way too long since she'd had a slice of meat like this, and she craved more of it with each passing moment. She happily ran her tongue across the many pulsating inches, dragging around the thick, bulbous tip, drawing out increasingly thick and pleasant moans from Hilda's mouth.

"You're pretty good, Mommy," Hilda giggled, her hands reaching down to gently rub at Delia's auburn hair. The older woman moaned appreciatively at her touch, and continued to lick her cock with messy swipes of her tongue that had saliva dripping down in thick, wet lines. "Why don't you get it in your mouth, though? Bury it nice and deep."

"My mouth?" Delia asked, speaking right against the thickness, almost unwilling to part. She gazed at it with wide eyes, her hands firmly stroking the big, fat length, pulling and twisting at stiff cockmeat. "B-but it's so big - it's as big as my head… "

"I'll show you how to do it," Hilda told her, laughing softly as she kneaded her hair with her hands. She was pulling it back, tidying up the auburn locks away from her face and drawing it up into a ponytail that kept it out of her face - perfect for sucking cock. "Teach you how to take your daughter's big cock. You'd like that, right?"

Would she? Delia wasn't sure, but it did sound awfully appealing… "Y-yeah. Yeah, pelase, teach me, d-dear."

"Then let's get you up," Hilda chirped lustfully, pulling gently on her hair, urging her face up, and Delia could only comply - but she didn't break the contact of her kissing mouth or licking tongue, and continued to pleasure the cock as she rose. She slurped at it, pressing hungry, wet kisses against its mast, moving up and over the sensitive, bulbous tip. "And… open up, Mom."

Delia complied, if only because the idea of not listening to Hilda wasn't a thought in her mind. She parted her lips around the hard head, admiring the taste and texture, and went down slowly. It slipped into the hot embrace of her lips, bathing in the sudden barrage of heat from her mouth, and the lapping tip of her eager tongue. Hands tightened in her hair, with one bundling it all back to hold it out of the way and the other cupping her head, urging her down.

Despite the big, daunting slab of cock, she tried to take it into her mouth as best as she could. She widened her jaw and wrapped her lips around it as best as she could, her nose twitching briefly as the size of it made itself known. Her mouth stretched out further than she expected, and it made her wince to realize just how damned big the cock really was - licking it didn't do justice, certainly. There wasn't any time to really adjust, though, for her to take it at her own pace, because Hilda's hand was firm on her head, guiding her along, telling her what to do, and she had no choice or desire but to listen.

She was pushed down the thick, throbbing length, her mouth forced to gobble up inch after vascular inch of cockmeat. The big, daunting cock was forced into her mouth by Hilda's instant hand, pushing her onto it at a relentless pace that didn't offer her any chance to adjust. Her eyes winced down as inches of it slid over the writhing carpet of her tongue, squishing it down under its weight, while her cheeks began to fill out around the weight of it. She gurgled wetly as it pushed through saliva and drool, straining the capabilities of her mouth in no time at all.

"Damn," Hilda groaned, "that's good. "

She pushed her down, sending lips rolling across the thickness, and Delia's mind went hazier at the feeling of it all. The cock was just so big, and it was doing very strange things to her. She gurgled wetly as her mouth swallowed up the first third of it, the head of her shaft pushing into the entrance of her throat. Her gag-reflex kicked in and she sputtered, sending liquid bubbling up from between the seal of her lips, and Hilda, giggling and groaning, adjusting her grip and casually pulled Delia back.

"We'll work on that," Hilda told her, laughing softly. Pulling auburn hair in her hand, she started to tug on Delia's head, rolling her off her towering slab of mouth-watering dickmeat. She did so casually, manhandling the older woman's head off her dick, and she did so with such ease that Delia could only wonder how many times she'd done so before. She also couldn't stop her, nor did she even want to try. She happily let her daughter pull her head off her towering cock, dragging lips up to the very tip, before pausing. "Suck, Mommy."

Delia did so. She pulled on the bulbous tip with tight lips, slurping on the head with a vacuuming suck that hollowed out her cheeks, and Hilda moaned in pleasure - before pushing her head down, urging her onto her cock once more. She went down by the inch, her sucking lips rolling over it smoothly, saliva shifting around it with wet, sloppy noises. Her mouth sputtered as she failed to manage both drool and cock at the same time, and she was almost shocked at the sounds she heard.

She didn't mind them, though, and she happily sucked on the cock she was pushed down upon. Hilda's hand was firm and tough, her grip unyielding, and she casually pressed her down to her gurgling limit for a second time before starting to pull her off. Her hand ran between her fingers like silk, and her scalp was scratched in a vaguely reassuring way as she was tugged off inches of hard, slick cock. Delia felt like she was on a rollercoaster; she had no say in any of it, and her neck just rolled along in time with the younger girl's urges.

"Thaaat's it," she cooed, grinning down at her. "You're doing great, Mommy."

Delia wasn't sure if she should have felt pleased by her words, but she did. She wanted to be a good mommy for her, so she dropped down at her behest, taking her cock into the depths of her mouth with an eager slurp and a sloppy gurgle before having her head dragged off again. She pulled her lips up the thick inches with wet squelches and sucked on the throbbing tip with vacuuming force before being shoved down again, all at Hilda's guidance.

She was pushed deeper and deeper with each repetition, the head bashing against the entrance of her throat with wet gurgles. It made her wince and cough wetly, her limit reached, and Hilda just pushed past that, shoving her down over and over again. She had her gobbling down cock with each push of her hand, and each time she was pulled off, thick rivers of saliva was sent rolling down. All of that was sloppily churned as she went down again, and each time Delia coughed, it made it all messier.

"So good," Hilda praised, but it was hard to tell what she was talking about - Delia herself, or the feelings washing around her cock.

She guided her head with both hands, and Delia winced more and more as the cock jammed up into her throat. It pushed through, driving into the velvet lining of her esophagus, and Delia groaned as she gurgled. Her gag-reflex was hit, causing her to cough out and sent rivers of saliva bubbling out, but she was just pushed down regardless, all at Hilda's whim. The cock delved through her throat, stretching out the narrow, pink walls around its girth, making her throat bulge.

"Tight," Hilda grunted, biting down on her lip. "Nice throat, Mom. Really - really nice…"

She rolled her up and down with her firm hands, making Delia feel like a manhandled toy for her daughter's leisure and nothing more. It was hard to find something wrong with that, either and she almost liked the way that the younger girl took control, guiding her head, and fucked her mouth. She slurped and sputtered on the thick cock with increased lewd and messy noises as Hilda started to spear into her throat, filling it up with so much cock that she didn't even think it could fit.

It did, though, because Hilda kept on forcing it into her mouth, filling out her throat with hard cockmeat. She gurgled around it as the fluttering walls were steadily impaled, and the saliva came bubbling out thicker and thicker. Her esophagus was impaled along the length of her incredible shaft and stretched out by her sheer girth, which was more than enough to make her eyes water. She was pulled off of it before she could even try to adjust, all casually manhandled along by the teenger, pushed and pulled and guided along at her dictation.

Delia's hands were, still, clumsily working along the cock, but they fell further and further down as more cockmeat was forced into her mouth and down her throat. She was stroking through layers of her own drool as things went on, her fingers all sticky with fluid, but they were quickly forced away as she deepthroated the majority of the forearm length of cock. It didn't seem possible for all of that to fit inside of her, but Hilda's hands ensured it. It was incredible despite its sheer lewdness, and the fact that it was all happening because she took out a job as a rental mommy was almost comical.

Gurgles and sputters filled the room as the older woman choked on a slab of solid cockmeat. More and more was jammed into her throat until her face was forced down to the base and she was gurgling nothing but dense cock. She was pulled along, coaxed up and down by skilled hands, her gobbling up every last inch before pulling off of it with a series of wet pops and sloppy slurps. She coughed and sputtered frequently as the drool slipped down and around her mouth, almost seeming as if it would choke several times over, and her eyes started to water fiercely.

"Really good, Mom," Hilda moaned, tilting her head back. She pushed Delia down to the hilt and held her there, keeping her down and ensuring she couldn't move. She sputtered and gurgled around the forearm length of cockmeat until her lungs started to ache, just so the brunette could get her 'fix'. "Fuck… almost enough for me to cum. But…"

She pulled Delia all the way off, and she exited her cock with an obscene-sounding slurp. Liquid left her mouth in thick strings that connected her to the dick, and she immediately started to gasp in thick breaths. She heaved them in, staring down at the cock she'd just swallowed to the hilt, almost in disbelief.

"I want that hot MILF body bouncing on top of me before I cum," Hilda giggled, reaching out to slap Delia's breast through her dress.

Delia sputtered and coughed at the same time. "W-what?"

" All of my Moms do it," Hilda said slowly, tracing her lips with her tongue. "They love making their little girl happy, and I'd be really happy if a gorgeous woman like you sat here on my lap -" She patted her cock "-and started riding."

"I don't think -"

"It'll fit," Hilda assured her, winking up. "Come on, Mom. Help me?"

"I…" Delia swallowed hard. "Of course, Honey."

She felt weird for saying it, but it was oh so good when Hilda shot her an appreciative look and licked her lips again. As Delia started to crawl forward, Hilda sat up properly for the first time since they'd entered and started to pull at her dress, acting like a ravenous teen - which, she was. The older woman was almost totally taken aback but just how eagerly her dress was pulled off, and how it was just thrown aside in a fit as if it was worth nothing at all.

Hilda was on her in an instant; wrapping arms around her body, going for her bra while her lips started to kiss at her deep, motherly cleavage. Delia yelped at the teenager's sudden intensity, whining as teeth nipped at the soft flesh of her tits and feeling her spine shiver as her bra was tugged by far too skilled fingers which made short work of the clasp. It, too, was rendered impotent, and quickly cast aside in a rush that made it feel useless.

Her breasts bounced free, and Hilda, groaning, instantly grabbed at them, beginning to fondle and knead the fluffy tits with her hands. Delia hissed out a thick breath as the girl assaulting her chest with child-like youth, happily sinking fingers knuckle-deep into the plump masses of breastflesh, kneading them with over-eager movements. Her lips kissed down along the deep valley of her cleavage, planting wet marks along their inner surfaces and rising up to the rounded peaks.

She collected them in her hands and bunched them up against her face as she kissed and suckled at the creamy skin, planting down wet marks and pulling flesh between her teeth to nip. Delia mewled at her touch, marveling that a teenager was kissing her tits so well, making her feel - well, like she hadn't in a long while. She gasped as her breasts were fondled in her hands, skillfully groped by her hands, the flesh sent bulging between her fingers and offered up to her slurping mouth.

"Gosh, you've got amazing tits," Hilda professed, and, with a twitch of her head, clamped her lips down around a nipple. Delia gasped as the sensitive nub was grabbed in her mouth and slurped upon like a babe suckling at her breast, her cheeks hollowing out with force. She pulled and suckled with hard contractions, drawing out girlish mewls from her lips. At the same time, hands squeezed and rolled, mauling soft titflesh until it felt sore.

With a final squeeze, her hands fled and moved to cup Delia's ass. She grabbed her undergarments and pulled them aside, and then carelessly brought her forward. She was still sucking on her nipple as she dragged her along, urging her into her lap, and Delia could only comply. In fact, her heart was pounding in her chest with anxiousness, and the way Hilda was sucking her tits made her want so much more.

Hilda didn't speak as she urged Delia along, groping her ass and sucking her tits, coaxing her up toward her cock. There was nothing but sticky noises, and Delia listened to them as she shuffled forward with her broad hips, sending the cock slapping against her shockingly wet core. She winced and mewled at the fleshy contact, and found herself adoring the feeling of the thick, wet dick against her core. Delia stared down at the cock jutting up between her thick thighs, the bulk of it grinding against her eager pussy lips, and decided to fill the silence herself.

"That's it, baby girl," she said softly, surprised at the lust in her own voice, and wrapped an arm around the back of her neck. She cupped her head as Hilda sucked on her nipple, making breastflesh wobble. "Suck mommy's tits, dear. Let her take care of you."

She pulled herself up onto the thick cock, only partially moving at the behest of Hilda's gripping, kneading hands. She slid herself against the underside of the ridiculously wet cock, and it made her gaps and mewl with each rub. She rose her way to the throbbing peak at the insistence of the teenager's groping hands and her own eagerness, and as Hilda sucked on her fat tit, she mounted the rubbery crown. It slipped along the entrance of her cunt and pressed in against the soft folds, and just the touch made her feel unbearably hot inside.

Hilda didn't want her to just grind, though, and her throbbing cock demanded attention that only pussy could provide. She kneaded her ass with firm, cunt-wettening movements, coaxing her up with an easy grip. She was spurred into riding the cock, and she didn't waste time in satisfying her daughter for the day - she started to drop down against all sensibility, taking the cock into the entrance of her cunt with firm, steady movements.

She cried out as the head of the impossibly girthy shaft was shoved into the tight seal of her cunt at the drop of her own hips, and it made her wince and cry out in an instant - it was simply too big, too large, too much. Hilda, though, squeezed her ass and popped off her nipple to start kissing at the other one, giving her no time to sit there and wait. She kept on dropping, pushing herself onto Hilda's massive pole, shivering as folds were sent stretching out around the hardness.

"Oh, Mom," Hilda groaned into her cleavage, chirping out the affectionate word as if teasing her - and Delia was fine with that.

"T-that's it, dear," she sighed, biting her lip as she shoved herself down, her eyes rolling up as the hard slab of cockmeat drove through the tight seal of her cunt. It made her bite her lip as inches drove through the silken embrace of her cunt, pushing out walls like they were nothing and making her insides shiver. It was an intense feeling, and with the cock so lubed up, her lack of sexual activity didn't matter - it just barrelled through walls and folds alike with a sticky noise, conquering her cunny in moments. "L-let your mother take care of you - h-hah -"

Hilda grinned up at her from around a mouthful of tit. She squeezed the soft, malleable flesh of her ass, dragging her down onto her cock with firm hands. She was urged down, coaxed onto the cock, and she dropped by the inch, shivering as it filled her out. Walls stretched out with sticky noises as the liquid-coated dick penetrated her, and no matter how tightly her insides clamped down around her, there was no stopping the progress it made. She was filled up moment by moment, inch by inch, drawing out slutty gasps from her lips.

"S-so big," she cooed, tilting her head back and groaning. "Y-you're such a big girl -!"

"Yeah?" Hilda hummed, very much teasing her. She squeezed her ass as she brought her down, using a lot of her own strength to hilt her shaft into her sopping depths. When her pelvis hit the teen's abdomen, her eyes were watering and her breath coming out in harsh pants - the shaft was embedded inside of her like a log, a veritable pillar of cock straining at tight walls and grinding down against her cervix with mind-numbing intensity. "Like my big, fat cock, Mommy?"

"Y-yes," Delia stammered, biting her lip even harder as started to push up. She whimpered as it ground across the insides of her walls, making them shift out in vague ripples of motion. She winced under the intensity of it, finding it just as overwhelming as the deepthroating, and, at the same time, loving it just as much.

"Show me how much you like it," Hilda continued, leaning back casually, seemingly content to let Delia do most of the work - most of it, for her hands were still on her ass, gently coaxing her along.

Delia tried to do just that as she slid up, the cock grinding against the velvety walls of her cunt. Her ass twerked as she rose, sending the dickhead bashing against the soft pink, and mewled all the while. Hands clenched on her ass and kneaded the firm flesh before applying pressure, and Delia dropped her weight. She impaled herself back down on the cock without having left it, and the feeling of it stretching out walls and the sounds of sticky, obscene pops made her bite down on her lip even harder.

"That's it," said the brunette. "Just like that, Mom."

She squeezed her fleshy asscheeks, mauling the smooth, white skin, and Delia cooed receptively at her firm touch. Her hips touched down against her lap once more, and she rolled herself forward in a way that made her insides stretch wetly. She pumped her hips, grinding the cock inside of her slick depths like a stirring stick, and then rising up with another sweep of her ass. Her voice rose up in a lilting groan as she lifted off the cock, shivering at the feeling of the raw cock, and loving every last bit of it.

Hands kneaded the plentiful meat of her ass, spurring her on and playing with her all at the same time. Delia's core shivered as skin was toyed and her insides were stretched out by the inch, but she had no time to properly adjust to any of it. Hilda wanted her to fuck, and Delia wanted to fuck. Before she rose up to the bulbous top she was dropping back down again with a soft cry, feeling her insides go weak at the intense feeling of the wrist-thick girth impaling her core and sheathing itself against her spongy womb.

"Such a tight pussy, Mommy," Hilda said cheekily, winking up at her as she squeezed her ass. "Now, ride your daughters cock like a good Mom, okay?"

"Okay," Delia replied, her voice low and breathy. "Y-yeah, okay, Honey."

Her voice trailed off into a sigh as she rose up again, the cock grinding across her insides at the buck and thrust of her own hips. She gasped as if shifted out her hot cunt, walls sent rippling around its wrist-thick girth, the bulbous tip sliding along and pushing everything out to eye watering lengths. It was all the more intense as she dropped down, hilting herself on the big, fat rod of cockmeat, embedding it firmly into her sopping depths and sending juices squelching out.

Fuck! She groaned internally, throwing her head back. Her hands reached out to find something to hold, and they touched down on Hilda's still-covered chest. She squeezed instinctively, drawing a giggling moan from the teenager-turned-daughter, and it made Delia feel hotter. It was a strange, weird sensation, but one she was happy to indulge in as she threw herself down, pushing the cock into her clamping insides, shoving it as far as she could.

"Let Mommy take care of you," she whined lustfully, her neck rolling and her eyes rolling. She threw herself down, pushing the cock all the way through her velvet embrace, then rising up again with a twerk of her waist. Hips rose up, sliding along the saliva-coated length, then drove down again with a dull thud. Flesh clapped and her tits bounced as she moved, and each shift of the thick meat made her cry out in lust.

"Of course, Mom," Hilda groaned in turn, her hands squeezed down on the fleshy curve of her ass. She gripped tightly, and it made Delia feel weak in the knees. "Make your daughter feel good."

The incestuous roleplay made Delia feel more excited with each word and each drop of her hips, and her mind became progressively more blank as she committed to the lewdness of the act. She rose up and pumped down with hard, eager movements, clumsily riding the cock as if she were in her youth, trying her best to take it inside of her. The big, dense girth plunged into her damp heat with each drop of her hips, making her eyes wince and water from the pleasant strain. Walls bent and shifted as she rolled her waist and dragged up, intent on riding the cock into the bed - insofar as she was able, at least.

The shaft pushed through her insides as she rode it with fervour, not at all caring that she was fucking some random stranger girl in her house after having taken a job as a rented-out Mom. She didn't know if that was Hilda's intention the entire time and just a way for her to get pussy, but Delia was loving it regardless of context. She happily threw herself down, sending flesh clapping and bouncing, moaning and mewling and biting her lip as the dick rammed through soft insides. Her hips rose up and down in Hilda's squeezing hands as she bounced away, rising and falling in shallow, heady arcs, all to the teen's visible enjoyment.

"So good, Mom," she cooed, gripping her ass, pulling and pushing her along her fat cock, and Delia groaned lewdly with each repetition.

It was almost too much for her, but that didn't stop her from throwing herself down with numbing impacts, enjoying the way the cock impaled her sodden cunt and stretched her all out around it. It reamed her out with hard, through strokes, all dedicated by the drop of her hips, and she liked it far too much to understand. It felt so right after so long of doing nothing at all, and she moaned each time her hips clapped down and her insides were stretched out. Her hands squeezed Hilda's chest as she threw herself into fits of motion, riding hard and fast.

"Such a good cock, dear," she praised in a moan. "M-making Mommy feel so - so good -"

Her breathing was strained as the size of the cock took its toll, proving too much to handle. It left her shivering, her insides clamping and pulsing, her limited breath leaving her in gasps and moans. She pushed off of Hilda's body and slammed back down with hard movements, sending flesh clapping and liquids slurping out. The girl played with her ass all the while, subtly spurring her on, and all of it brought Delia great pleasure. More than she could understand, honestly, and she was far beyond understanding.

"Fuck, Mommy," Hilda moaned exaggeratedly, "You're gonna make me cum -!"

Delia could feel it. Her cock had already been on the edge, and now it was stoked past that point by her writhing, clenching insides. She knew that, could feel it throbbing against her insides, but she was far beyond stopping by now. Good idea or not, Delia kept on throwing herself down on the pulsating slab of dickmeat, taking more and more into her tight pussy by the moment, filling herself up with the dense shaft and adoring every last minute of it.

Hilda's face became increasingly delirious as pleasure washed through her, and her hands clamped down tighter and tighter as Delia bounced, clenching down on her ass, squeezing and kneading until her cock spasmed with moan-inducing strength. With a grunt, Hilda brought her down onto her cock and thrusted up with her hips - the first movement on her end for the entire fucking, and also the last.

"Fuck!" She cried out, her cock throbbing, and Delia was sent into breathless wheezes as cum began to spurt from the tip of her teenage cock and into the tight depths of her pussy.

Delia moaned at the top of her lungs as thick, gooey seed spattered her insides, rolling across the pink lining of her pussy and slamming into her velvet depths like a firehose. It slurped out in hot rushes of creamy seed, flung out from the throbbing tip and sent swirling out around the length of her cunt. Walls contracted in bliss even as they were filled up with thick liquid, which gushed through her with each powerful spasm of the cock. Rope after thick rope painted her insides over in white, and the heat of it proved as intense as the fucking itself.

Delia was still moaning as Hilda moaned, arched her hips, and drove her cock in a little deeper, sending baby-batter into her uncharted depths. She groaned aloud as she was creampied by the stranger she pretended was her daughter, and was left shivering for it. The thick ropes of sloppy jizz draped across the pink lining of her snatch and stretched across her cunt, staining the very depths of it in virile warmth. The head of it was intense, the potency shiver-inducing, and the older woman was left a groaning, mewling mess for it.

"Oh, Mom, " Hilda groaned, "That was so good - best Mommy ever. "

Delia was still panting, barely able to understand what she'd gone through. Still, she squeezed in breaths with the intent to answer, and with watering eyes, groaned out a, "M-my pleasure, d-dear -"

Suddenly, Hilda slapped her ass - her palm connecting in a loud, fleshy ring that made her squeal. "C'mon, Mom. Hop off and help me clean up my cock, okay?"

"Of course," Delia panted, not even caring about what she was doing. "Whatever you want, dear."