"I'm sorry, what!?"
Maho sat diligently on her legs beside Miho, her composure momentarily broken by her mother's frankly baffling announcement. "I said," the older woman continued, "I have decided that it would be best if the three of us lived not simply as mother and daughter, but as a polygamous unit. I want to be your lover, Maho."
"Me too," Miho cut in. "Mom and I discussed it in the car and we think the three of us shouldn't hide our feelings from each other anymore."
Maho shook her head. "Do you hear what you two are saying? This is absurd!"
Shiho bowed her head. "The notion of family incest is, in many respects, quite absurd, but in this day and age it is recognized that a natural part of a girl's development is courting her mother. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Sure it has become more common, but to say that it is natural is nothing more than a slippery slope." Maho rubbed at her temple. "Being traditional is one thing, but attempting to be modern by embracing such crass customs is just desperation, mother. The Nishizumi are better than that."
(Quietly off to the side, Miho couldn't help but grin at how high-mindedly the two were debating something as ridiculous as mother-daughter incest. Whatever got her dick wet faster, she supposed.)
Shiho's gaze narrowed. "Maho," she spoke. "Perhaps you've misunderstood my intent, so let me henceforth speak to you not as the head of the Nishizumi estate, nor as chairman of the Pro League Committee, but as a woman."
Maho froze in place, then meekly nodded. "Okay."
Shiho returned the nod. "Maho, I am deathly attracted to you and Miho. Although it may be crass, Sexshadou is, and always has been, the art of combining those highest forms of flattery with the basest forms of human carnality. Today, I propose the Nishizumi style finally absolve the stringent social constraints that have forbade us from embracing it outside competitive settings and march forward without eyes wide shut to embrace everything which Sexshadou stands for, and that is the unification of skin. That is the ability to love thine foe as though they were sisters, countrymen, and partners, and to pretend that no lines existed between our borders.
"In short, I propose a new understanding of patriotism and the underlying role that parent-based apprenticeship plays in Sexshadou." She leaned forward ever so slightly, her gaze penetrating her daughter's core. "Maho," she repeated. "I speak as a woman when I say that you are one of the most beautiful, captivating girls I have ever known, and I want dearly to touch you; to feel your body against my own and to make it mine. I love you as a mother, as a woman, and as a teacher."
Red. That was all Maho's face felt. Her body temperature had hiked with every word uttered by her mother, and now she understood that composure was a lost cause. She hung her head, her hands trembling as they gripped at her skirt, and took a deep breath. "How can you possibly say that now? After all these years, telling me one thing just so you can take it back now. You're nothing more than a hypocrite. A perverted, opportunistic old woman looking to use your daughter for cheap sex."
"Maho," Miho said, extending her hand.
The older girl swiped it away. "How can you be okay with this!? Does honor mean nothing to you, Miho!? I thought you were better than this!?" She turned her attention back to her mother. "And you. What right do you have to love me as a woman? What right allows you to look upon your own flesh and blood as a floozy? Do you know how humiliating this is!? For me to have followed your instructions so carefully all these years just to be reduced to another woman for your eyes to own!? Another name under your empire's registry to exploit in rank! I won't have any part of it!"
Shiho flinched, but held her gaze. "Perhaps it is true that your mother is a hypocrite. This much I cannot deny. For much of my life I've acted under the impression that appearances, tradition, and discipline were the truths which governed relationships, including those of my offspring. I thought those things were necessary for success, and in many ways I still believe that to be the case. However, Maho, if you can believe me when I say this, I've also neglected my children under those doctrines for much of my life as well. You know this. Long has it been since I let myself reminisce on the reasons I sought to bring you and Miho into this world in the first place. Those reasons were, in part, for heritage, but they were, most importantly, because I longed to feel the same warmth I had always desired from my own mother; my own first true love." Shiho then cradled her arms as though holding a baby. "I was never happier than the days I held both of you in my arms for the first time. I vowed the day you were born, Maho, to give you what I couldn't, and I've failed. Maho, I failed you. I couldn't see past my own ego to acknowledge that all of this may have alienated you the same way I was alienated as a girl. In fact, I realized this many times in the past, but I was too afraid to confront these feelings in fear of toppling everything we had worked so vigorously for. But no longer. If I leave things as they are, unfulfilled and unresolved, they will inevitably topple on their own. I don't want to drive you away. I want to tell you, my first daughter, that the only ideal future for myself is one with you and Miho. I want to tell you that I love you."
Maho felt her chin quiver. She bit her lip, hanging her head. "You're serious?"
Shiho nodded. "Yes. I want to make love to you, Maho."
Maho shook her head. "I refuse."
Miho's heart sank. "P-please, Maho, consider how mom feels."
Maho sat resolute. "I said I refuse! You two can do whatever you want to each other, but leave me out of it!"
The air was dense. Shiho closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the heavy oxygen hammering her rationale. "I see. If it's come to this, then I have no other option." Her hand slipped underneath the collar of her overcoat and pulled it down her shoulder. She then untucked her shirt, unbuttoning each button one at a time from top to bottom until her clavicle was exposed.
A guttural fright snapped Maho to attention. "W-what do you think you're doing!?"
Shiho continued stripping off her clothes, tossing her shirt to the side. "If my words cannot convince you of my resolve, then I will persuade you with my body." She unclasped the latch on her bra, its laced, black fabric falling onto the tatami mat before her. Her belt was unbuckled and discarded just as her fingers hooked into the hems of her pants and slid them down her toned legs, popping off her feet along with her heels. All that remained were the black lingerie covering her groin and the polyamide tights adorning her length. Miho and Maho watched with wide eyes as those final two articles of clothing were calmly removed, witnessing for the first time in their lives the bare, beautiful body of their mother.
Miho felt her skirt tent. Her fantasies had idealized the image of her mother's body many times in the past, but none of those lewd daydreams compared to the real thing: the creamy texture of her skin, the maturity of her aged physique, and the elegance of her stature. Even the imperfections lining her person, such as the slight protrusion of her love handles, the cellulite on her thighs, the dark spots beneath her eyes, and the sagging of her motherly breasts, seemed picturesque and seductive. Her gaze inevitably lowered to Shiho's crotch, to which her phallus rested with her hefty balls, perched atop and wedged between her thighs.
Shiho then readdressed her daughter, her voice and gaze unwavering. "Maho, please forgive me for wronging you all these years. To atone, I offer you my very being to make of what you will."
Maho gripped her skirt. "Stop."
"Please Maho," her little sister begged. "Think about what you really want."
"Stop."
"Please look at me, Maho."
"Stop.
"Maho, please!"
"I said stop!" Maho's eyes blinked tears down her cheek. She covered her mouth with her hand, a choked sob hitching. "It's not fair. After all these years fantasizing about you. Repressing these emotions and telling myself they were wrong. Wanting you. Wanting to feel you. Wanting you to acknowledge me. Why, after all these years, do you tell me I was wrong?"
Without a second's hesitation, Shiho sprung forth, scooping her daughter into her arms and holding her close. Maho began to cry. It had been so long since they last embraced.
"What is it that you want to do, my love?" Shiho asked.
Through sobs, Maho took ahold of her mother's breast. "I want to suckle you, mama. I want to breastfeed."
Shiho held the back of Maho's head in her hand, guiding it to her teat. "Drink to your heart's desire, Maho." Maho's mouth instinctively sucked it in, kneading her mother's stiffened nipple with her tongue. Shiho let loose a muffled moan, her cock slowly rising in her lap until it pressed against Maho's thigh. Her free hand trailed downwards, but not to satisfy her own needy member, but that of her daughter's. Maho's erection was stout in her panties, bulging beneath the skirt which Shiho overturned. She began to rub at that bulge, feeling the harsh throbs of that oh so alluring organ through the thin fabric of Maho's lingerie.
Miho watched with bloodshot eyes, panties around her legs and skirt discarded, her hand clasped around her erect cock and pumping loosely at the obscene display before her. Once again, her imagination failed to capture the sheer erotic tension that witnessing her mother and sister mating brought about. She was almost too stunned to breath, thinking that any disruption of this dream-like happening would wake her to a less idyllic fantasy away from the passions she had always desired. But this was no dream. This was a theater for harmonic liberation.
Shiho's attention turned to Miho, a soft smile creeping along her visage. "Miho, my love," she sensually cooed. "Come."
The child in Miho was set free by those words. She pulled her top over her head and shook off whatever obstructions kept her body chained. On her knees she crawled, as naked as her mother, and positioned herself beside her older sister, whereupon her salivating mouth found her mother's other breast.
Shiho's head flung back in ecstasy. She had forgotten the pleasures of motherhood, the pleasures of nestling her young in her bosom. The functions of her body had mostly been reserved for diplomacy towards other adults, but now those earthly purposes for which her body had been designed threatened to overtake her. Holding both of her daughters' heads in her hands, listening to their eager moans and gasps as the straits within her breasts began to swell with a sensation she had not felt in over a decade. Milk, thought by Shiho to have been depleted years ago, gushed from her nipples and coated the tongues of her daughters. As though orgasming, Shiho's breathing became airy as hot, erotic pants filled the room.
Miho and Maho both cooed from the flavor. Neither of them would have been able to remember the taste of their mother's milk, yet absorbing it presently awakened deep, subconscious memories of their youth, memories so primordial and nascent that time seemed to momentarily regress.
"Do you feel it, Miho? Maho?" Shiho panted. "This is your mother's love for you."
Maho released the nipple from her mouth and swallowed. She gazed at her mother achingly, her mature yet unwieldy visage enrapturing her heart. "Mama," she said. "I love you."
Shiho's heart similarly lept. Her daughter was unspeakably beautiful, a goddess among women. How could such an idol have been born from a woman who was so callous and cruel? To think she intended to make a wolf out of this gigolette. She would have to atone accordingly. "Maho," she breathed. "Kiss me. Kiss me and make me yours."
Maho did just that. She pulled her mother's head close and smashed their lips together, smooching Shiho fervently while her milk coated tongue lashed at the deepest parts of her mouth. She was much more commanding than Miho had been in the car. She wasn't afraid to be needy or rough, treating her mother's mouth like a wash basin. This was her milf to make of what she wanted. She was going to reclaim all of the agency and power that this woman had taken from her, and she was going to do it in the Nishizumi style of complete and total dominance.
A gentle hand brushed through Maho's hair. It was Miho, milk dripping down her chin and lust in her eyes. "Onee-chan," she said. "I want to kiss you, too."
"Miho," Maho caressed her cheek. Her little sister, the mirror image of her own beauty. She was modest in her desires, yet easily the crassest and most eager among the three Nishizumi women. Even amongst the upper ranks of Sexshadou that Maho and Shiho occupied, the rumors of Miho's relentless libido were known. A true pervert if ever there was one, every girl had stories to tell of her endless roster of fetishes, and every girl had reserved some of her time to experiment with their own little fetishes.
Maho had masturbated so many times to the thought of Miho in all of those crazy formations she had heard about, and now she could replicate those tales in the flesh. She kissed her, similarly taking as much control of her little sister's mouth as she could. Her arms wrapped around her naked body, rubbing her smooth skin, squeezing her tush, groping her balls, her breasts, her legs. The temptation to take her right then and there was strong. Maho's face flushed drunk on mental images of herself pushing Miho to the floor, spreading her legs wide and high, and inserting herself deep into her womanhood. Conquering her little sister. Ravaging her pussy. Reaping all the spoils of war from her new incestual harem.
Shiho ran her hand through Maho's hair. She had never been so turned on in her life. She was stroking herself, breathing out loud as her eyes washed with Miho and Maho kissing and touching. Her two daughters, beautiful and stimulating. She had given birth to them, held them as babies, rubbed alcohol on their wounds when they were children, taught them to use pads and bras, watched them develop physically into young, sexually pert entities. Seeing them now, intoxicated by one another's tongues, Shiho nearly disassociated. She hadn't felt such overwhelming desire since she was their age, the kind of animal desire that made one sizzle in their skin. With every throb of her cock, Shiho's vision became smarter. She could barely recognize her daughters as this any longer, opting to view them as mere agents for her sexual release. Oh, Miho! Maho! Won't you look your mother's way? Can't you see how she trembles at her very core!?
Shiho's eyes rolled upwards to her half lidded eyes. She almost ejaculated right then, a gush of precum wetting the top of her hand in an effort to force her to a resounding finish. But she couldn't let herself get carried away. She'd rather edge herself until dawn to fully maximize the pleasure of these two nymphets. For as badly as her cock tensed, eager and angry for its promised blitzkrieg; for as badly as it stretched ever forwards in an attempt to discharge what her deflated testicle dutifully churned, she stopped herself, her wet hand brushing thoughtlessly through Miho's hair, and wedged herself between her daughters' youthful faces.
"Hah. Hah. Hah." The airy, perverse breaths of her daughters hit her face. Their sex twinged smell set her hairs on end. It's no wonder Miho turned into such a fierce sex fiend. Her mother was no better.
Three Nishizumi tongues. Dancing. Slippery. Slobbering. Smacking and lapping. Splashing and drooling. Missing their marks. Dotting nostrils with spit. Dripping it down their chins. Adding layer upon layer of saliva. Mouth bound puddles of backwash and municipal supply, occasionally draining as runoff. Slurping their lips. Mashing their faces. Kneading their tongues.
Embarrassment was out the window. It was high time for the Nishizumi women to become one once and for all.
"Maho!" Shiho barked. "Take off your clothes!"
"Yes, mama!" On uneven feet, Maho stood, her hands shaking too frigidly in excitement to properly unbutton her skirt. Miho ascended with her sister, blithely severing one button from Maho's shirt at a time while humping her posh thigh. When Maho eventually dropped her lower apparel, Shiho sat with her motherly ass propped atop her feet, her tongue practically hanging from her lips like a dog. My, how divine her elder daughter's cock was. Veiny yet soft, it saluted her mother with a dollop of pre leaking down the frenulum, the perfect appetizer for hungry, hungry Shiho. She left a meek kiss atop the tip, Maho's precum sticking and following Shiho like a saliva string as she backed away to size it up once again. So long. So obscene. How could her lovely offspring sport such a grotesque appendage? How Shiho needed it in her throat.
"Mhhm!" Maho moaned. Her mother had tied the knot, sliding that engorged phallus past the moat of her pearly whites and into her tight throat pussy. The heat emanating from Maho's cock was enough to dot Shiho's cheeks with red and to bubble her head with feverish furor. This cock, the salt and precum adorning its length, and the hearty throbs which gave her esophagus a pulse, was all she could think about. Tasting its every inch on her greedy tongue. Feeling it dilate and undulate her windpipes as it entered and exited, back and forth, in and out. The sensation of it sliding along the walls of one's throat was unparalleled.
"Mommy. Mommy." Miho whined. "Me too. Lick my dick, too!"
Miho's savory penis poked her mother's stuffed cheek. Oh bliss! Two young Nishizumi cocks raging for her mouth! Shiho was cumming from her pussy from sheer happiness.
Miho's cock was every bit as dirty and pungent as it was in the car. Along its peppery girth lingered the distant hint of previous lovers' fluids, something Shiho evaluated like wine. While she choked herself on Miho's cock, her left hand lathered itself with spit as it shuttled Maho's member between her fingers. Audible gulps reverberated up her throat and into the air just as wet faps drilled into their ears, stimulating their eardrums, and numbing each woman mentally. Miho and Maho could only watch through cloudy eyes and foggy brains as their matriarch worshiped them, licking and sucking like a babe on their erections. Miho clenched a bush of Shiho's hair with one hand, tugging her viciously by the scalp farther up her length, and squeezed her sister's ass with the other. Maho delicately caressed her mother's head, pure love and infatuation for her mature visage. She was angelic, those heavy eyes glittering with restored youth, and that languid body now glistening with sweat. The sight threatened to rocket her dick off her groin. And Miho, how you treat your own birth mother so roughly! Pushing her head so aggressively, making her gag and spit! Your crazed eyes dilated from primal pleasure! How strong your grip on my ass is! Do you really like it that much? Oh, Miho! How beautiful you are!
Maho lunged at her sister's neck, leaving marks and trailing her tongue up from her collarbone to her chin. She felt so bold; so passionate. Every innate desire in her body was swinging between the most radical polarities: the need to dominate her mother and sister; the need to be submissive; the need to reciprocate their love; the need to share and to watch. Years of unearthed fantasies and fetishes alongside new, unprecedented ideas were all at war in her head. She cycled through a multitude of contradictory desires every second, resolving to cram every single one that flashbanged her imagination into this one night of lovemaking. Miho and Shiho had settled on similar conclusions. Each of their dwindling attention spans left them yielding to whatever temptation grazed their gazes, the immediate trace of a new, potential kink realigning their thoughts into instinctual action. So, naturally, when Maho was presented with her naked sister and her darling, kissable face, she wouldn't think twice about lathering her tongue across its cheek and nose. "Miho!" She moaned. "I love you!"
Miho's head hung back so that her sister could feast on her neck, her lips parted for a pleasurable sigh to escape. "Maho!" She moaned. Her hand began rubbing all over her ass, reveling in its squishiness. God, Maho had such a nice ass. Skirts hid it too well. Miho just wanted to…
"Ahn!" Maho yelped. Miho had given her tush a hefty spank. She had never been spanked during sex before. It made her cock surge in Shiho's mouth.
The sound of her daughter's butt cheeks clapping made Shiho's heart leap. She used to spank her daughters for disciplinary reasons. Now it would be for kink.
Like her daughters, Shiho was beginning to tip beyond the veil. Her own cock was overflowing with preejaculate, trembling, screaming at her to pay it attention. Forget those other girls. Touch me. Show them how you really feel.
Shiho unsheathed Maho from her throat. She missed it. The warm throbs that pulsated in her mouth. Miho's practically had a heartbeat. "Girls," Shiho said, saliva dripping from her chin. "I can't take it anymore. I need you both inside of me."
From her position beneath them, Shiho's skybound gaze seemed possessed. Their mother, who maintained strict composure through even the most rigorous of diplomatic procedures, had overheated. She let go of reason for the first time in thirty years. She wanted, in no uncertain terms, to be fucked with her daughters' cocks until she came. Once. Twice. Ten times. Forever. Her inhibitors drunk off sexual liberation. "Please," she begged. "Fuck me. Fuck your mother with your cocks."
Going forward, mother and daughter would cross the ultimate line that may never be undone. They would cross it with no regrets, and no reconsiderations. This is what they wanted. This is what everyone wanted.
To be continued.