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Diavola is so pleased that her daughter took so much after her.
She's a headstrong girl. Stubborn, fierce, independent. She's prideful, powerful, beautiful. She has Diavola's sharp green eyes and flame-bright hair; she also has Diavola's wide hips, strong thighs, soft skin. She's gorgeous, just like her mother.
And she's a horny, filthy slut, just like her mother.
Diavola was pleased the first time she caught Trish in her bedroom, a pair of Diavola's panties held to her face while Trish furiously rubbed her clit. Trish had panicked, mortified, turning red to her ears, but Diavola had only laughed, held up her hand to stop Trish in her tracks before Trish bolted in sheer mortification.
"I- it's not what it looks like mom, I just- I wasn't- this isn't-"
"Those are my used panties, aren't they baby girl?"
Trish whined, a mortified, miserable noise, burying her face in her hands to hide. ".....yes.... they are...."
"And you were playing with yourself while you sniffed them?"
Trish whined again, curling further into a ball of embarrassment. "...yes mom..."
Diavola laughed, low and wicked. "It seems you truly are flesh of my flesh, Trish. Our souls and blood call to one another."
Trish pauses, blinks up at her, confused. "What... does that mean?"
"It means." Diavola descends onto the bed, stripping off the mesh top and bra that are all she ever wears by way of a shirt. "That I have been taking any opportunity to steal your used panties from your clothes as well, in hopes it would satiate my hunger for your pussy."
Trish stared at her for a moment, her cheeks flushing bright red, her ears lighting up with the same blush. Her eyes traced her mother's face, down the line of her throat, to her full breasts, now bare to her. Trish caught a glimpse of her mother's pierced nipples and bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together with the way that made her clit throb.
"So... you're horny for me too, mommy?"
Diavola laughed, cupping her own breasts and toying with her nipples, moaning gently at how good it felt. "Yes, my darling. Your mother has wanted nothing more than to taste you for some time now."
Trish reached out, closing her hand over her mother's and cupping her breast. Diavola pulled her own hand away so that Trish had better access, moaning gently as Trish pinched her pierced nipple.
"Mommy," Trish breathed, reverently, looking up at her. "Mommy, let's fuck, please, I've wanted to fuck you so bad."
"You needed only ask." Diavolo is on her daughter in seconds, assisted by her stand Queen Crimson to jump forward past the trouble of removing her clothes. Trish gasps in gentle shock when she blinks and she's suddenly naked, but she barely has time to care when her mother's purple-painted lips are on her throat, her tits, her nipples, sucking roughly at the little pink buds as she pushes Trish back onto the bed.
"Tell me," Diavola moans, "how often had you touched yourself thinking of me, hm? Is this the first time you stole my panties?"
Trish moans, head tipping back, tangling her fingers in her mother's long hair. "No, mommy- ahh!- I do it whenever you leave the house, I-" Trish gasps as her mother's fingers quest between her thighs, gently brushing over the slit of her pussy. "- I always go- nnn- sniff your panties and- oh, Mommy, yes- and imagine I'm eating your pussy while I touch myself."
"Filthy girl," Diavola laughs. "So like me... Such a whore." She spreads Trish's thighs and her lips so she can look at Trish's wet little cunt. She'd already been nice and horny before Diavola walked in, hadn't she? Her pink little clit is hard and wet, and her tight little pussy is dripping, slick and shiny and beautiful. "Look at you... your pussy looks just like mine. Ah, my beautiful girl, I bet you even taste like me. I always thought you might... I'd suck my fingers after fucking my own cunt and imagine it was yours."
Trish moans, pulling her mother's hair. "Oh, mommy- God, I wish I knew you would have sex with me sooner, I wouldn't have wasted my time with your panties- please, please mommy, lick my pussy?"
"Anything for my daughter." Diavola licks her lips and dives between her daughter's legs, immediately lapping at her hard little clit.
Oh, and she tastes so good. The salt of her skin, the musk of her slick, the way her clit feels on her mommy's tongue. Trish immediately is responsive and demanding, spraying her thighs wider so Diavola can lick her little pussy hard. Diavola laps and licks and sucks, pushing her tongue into Trish’s wet tight little hole for a moment to taste her cum before licking back up to her clit, rolling her tongue over her daughter's lovely little pearl.
"Mommy.... mommy it feels so SO good when you eat my pussy!" Trish is gasping and grinding on Diavola's face, pulling her mother's hair as she works her cunt up along the length of her mommy's long hot tongue. Diavola moans against Trish's pussy, and it vibrates through Trish, who just fucks her mother's face harder in response. Such a good girl... such an erotic, desperate little whore. It brings back memories of Trish’s conception, how Diavola let that near-stranger Donatello Una fuck her bareback on the beach and pump her pussy full of cum just because she wanted to be bred so bad. Oh, she has so many stories to share with Trish, so many tales of all the Passione members she's let fuck her holes over the years, so many stories of cunts she's licked, dicks she's sucked, creampies she's taken. Diavola is so proud; Trish is her perfect successor, and she's going to teach her to be a whore just like her mommy. First thing tomorrow she's calling her whole assassination team so that they can all take turns fucking her and Trish together; she can't wait to lick cum out of her beautiful girl's tight little pussy, and to see Trish lick cum out of her in turn.
"Mommy!" Trish gasps, her hips bucking as she grinds her clit against Diavola's tongue. "Mommy, I'm gonna cum, it feels so good, please-"
Diavola only increases her efforts, bringing one hand up to shove two fingers into Trish’s tight little pussy hole as she licks her. Trish gasps ragged and aroused and desperate, her slim hands gripping Diavola's hair ferociously hard as she shakes, trembles, tenses- cums, oh, cums so beautifully hard on her Mommy's tongue and fingers, her tight pussy gripping her mommy's fingers hard enough to hurt as she keeps twitching and jolting, her orgasm making her clit pulse hard on her mommy's tongue.
Oh, she's gorgeous, she's so gorgeous, and Diavola moans as she lifts away from Trish's pussy to rise and kiss her, smearing Trish's mouth with her own slick, with Diavola's smeared lipstick, with Diavola's tongue tracing over her mouth and plunging between her soft pink lips to kiss her deep and hard.
Trish has barely recovered before she's pushing, flipping her mother onto her back, pinning her down and looking at her with starved eyes.
"That was good, Mommy," she purrs, "but I wasn't sniffing your panties for no reason. I gotta lick you, I gotta taste you."
Diavola moans, reaching up to cup her face. "Yes, my darling girl, lick me... Lick the gates of your Eden, the place of your creation."
Trish laughs as she kisses her way down Diavola's body, pausing to suck on a pierced nipple. "You're always so poetic with your speech... and here I am thinking I was just gonna say I wanted to taste the hole I came out of."
Diavola moans, tipping her head back. "Ah, well, not ALL of your DNA is mine. You are your father's girl as well... he was as blunt as you." She pets Trish's hair and watches her kiss her way down Diavola's neat bush, smiling. "He told me in plain terms that he was going to pump my hole full of his cum and knock me up. Oh, your conception was so hot and dirty and made me cum so hard... and now look, you stand as my gift. A living monument to the time I got bred bareback and raw by that man. It only stands to reason you should make me cum and complete the circuit."
Trish laughs and gently kisses just above Diavola's labia, smiling up at her mother. "It's like I'm coming home, right?"
Any answer Diavola might have is forgotten as Trish spreads her open and drags her tongue over her mother's clit. She groans, thighs squeezing her girl's head, already horny and sensitive after making Trish cum.
Trish may be inexperienced. But she's eager, copying the way her mother licked her, tracing and circling her mommy's clit with her pretty wet little tongue. Diavola groans and works her hips with it, rubbing her pussy hard against her daughter's mouth. Trish is clearly struggling to breathe a little, her breath hot through her nose and ruffling Diavola's bush, but she can't slow down or show her daughter mercy. She's wanted it too bad, cum too many times on her own fingers or toys thinking of her pretty girl. She's insatiable as she fucks Trish's soft wet little mouth, gripping her girl's hair to hold her in place as Diavola shoves her clit hard against the heat and pressure of Trish’s sweet little tongue.
"That's my girl. Lick mommy's pussy, Trish. Lick the hole you came out of. Fuck me like your father fucked my pussy to make you- lick right there where all your daddy's cum filled me- suck mommy's clit-"
Trish's breath is heavy and desperate but she doesn't relent, lifting her fingers to shove into her mommy's pussy just like Diavola fingered her before. Oh, and her slim pretty hands feel so good in Diavola's hungry hole. Her fingers curl hard against Diavola's sweet spot and Diavola fucks herself down on them, still humping Trish's face and gripping her hair. It's so perfect, it's so wonderful- she feels just right being back inside the hole that birthed her, she's a perfect match for Diavola's desperate pussy, she's such a good girl and Diavola is going to teach her how to be a whore-
"That's it baby that's it baby keep fucking mommy's pussy I- oh- oh- mommy's gonna cum, mommy's- FUCK mommy is CUMMING-"
Diavola moans desperately, her thighs squeezing Trish's head harder, pulling harshly on her hair to keep her held in place as Diavola rides out her orgasm, squeezing Trish's fingers with every pulse and wave of pleasure that grips her cunt. She doesn’t let up until she's shaky, and then she finally slumps back against the sheets, her thighs spraying open. When she looks down she's awestruck by the sight that greets her; Trish's eyes are lust-drunk, hazy, unfocused. Her mascara has streaked down her cheeks, her mouth is red and flushed with use, her entire chin is shiny and slick with Diavola's cum. Oh, she's so beautiful.
"My darling," Diavola purrs, petting her hair. "Oh, mommy is going to make SUCH a good whore of you."