Mommy Dearest
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+1 through F › Cinderella (Disney)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
11,699
Reviews:
0
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Mommy Dearest
TITLE: Mommy Dearest
AUTHOR: C. Clarke
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, so I'm not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Lady Tremaine/Drizella
WARNING: May contain mother/daughter sex.
Lady Tremaine was in bed reading her copy of "Hollywood Wives" by Jackie Collins when she heard someone knocking on her bedroom door. It was her oldest daughter, Drizella. "Mother, I'd like to come in," she said.
"Oh, sure. Do come in, Drizella," Tremaine replied, putting her book down. Drizella closed the door as she entered her mother's bedroom, and then climbed onto her bed so she could be next to her. Neither one of them wore any shoes.
Tremaine always kept the bedroom door locked, lest anyone, mainly her other daughter Anastasia or her cat Lucifer, try to spy on her or Drizella.
"You know, sweetheart," said Tremaine, "you're so much better to have around than Cinderella."
"What makes you say that?" Drizella asked.
"The last thing I remember, she ran off and married the prince."
"And then she started living in the palace," was Drizella's reply.
"I guess you're right. And I'm glad we can have some time to ourselves. Well then, let us begin."
Tremaine leaned in to kiss Drizella passionately. While this happened, she hugged her daughter to her as tightly as she could. Drizella was starting to get warmer under her mother's warmth, and she ran her fingers up and down the older woman's back, stroking the purple fabric of her dress.
After a while, Tremaine did away with her purple dress, then her underwear, until she was completely naked. For a 50-something, Tremaine was still hot and attractive with her alluring curves and flawless boobs, aside from her smoke-grey hair and the wrinkles that lined her pretty face. She then slowly and seductively stripped her daughter of her green dress, planting loving kisses across her chest all the way down to her stomach as she did so. Drizella moaned softly at that.
Soon after this, Drizella leaned in to kiss and suck her mother's right nipple, massaging the older woman's left breast and clasping her hand as she did so. This reminded Tremaine of the time she breastfed Drizella when she was a baby, and she groaned passionately.
Drizella moaned and gasped as her mother moved her hand across her pussy in the way a DJ would scratch a record. Tremaine then proceeded to stroke Drizella's clit with her fingers while also applying a small amount of pressure to her tender mons with her palm.
"Mother! Mother, I love you!" Drizella moaned even louder and blushed bright pink in response to what her mother was doing. Later, Tremaine locked legs with her daughter in preparation for tribadism. She and Drizella held on to each other's hands as their cunts rubbed together, the pleasure shooting through their bodies like bullets.
"MOTHERRRRRRRR!!"
"DRIZELLAAAAAA!!!!"
Mother and daughter's screams overlapped as this happened. They continued to rub their pussies together with effort and absolutely no self-control. The next thing Tremaine did was press her breasts against Drizella's and massage them together in circular motions. By the time they were done fucking, mother and daughter became exhausted and were covered entirely in sweat from their orgasms.
"I don't want to forget this, Mother."
"Neither do I, my dear."
With that, she embraced Drizella and quietly sang a lullaby into her ear. Then mother and daughter fell fast asleep.
AUTHOR: C. Clarke
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, so I'm not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Lady Tremaine/Drizella
WARNING: May contain mother/daughter sex.
Lady Tremaine was in bed reading her copy of "Hollywood Wives" by Jackie Collins when she heard someone knocking on her bedroom door. It was her oldest daughter, Drizella. "Mother, I'd like to come in," she said.
"Oh, sure. Do come in, Drizella," Tremaine replied, putting her book down. Drizella closed the door as she entered her mother's bedroom, and then climbed onto her bed so she could be next to her. Neither one of them wore any shoes.
Tremaine always kept the bedroom door locked, lest anyone, mainly her other daughter Anastasia or her cat Lucifer, try to spy on her or Drizella.
"You know, sweetheart," said Tremaine, "you're so much better to have around than Cinderella."
"What makes you say that?" Drizella asked.
"The last thing I remember, she ran off and married the prince."
"And then she started living in the palace," was Drizella's reply.
"I guess you're right. And I'm glad we can have some time to ourselves. Well then, let us begin."
Tremaine leaned in to kiss Drizella passionately. While this happened, she hugged her daughter to her as tightly as she could. Drizella was starting to get warmer under her mother's warmth, and she ran her fingers up and down the older woman's back, stroking the purple fabric of her dress.
After a while, Tremaine did away with her purple dress, then her underwear, until she was completely naked. For a 50-something, Tremaine was still hot and attractive with her alluring curves and flawless boobs, aside from her smoke-grey hair and the wrinkles that lined her pretty face. She then slowly and seductively stripped her daughter of her green dress, planting loving kisses across her chest all the way down to her stomach as she did so. Drizella moaned softly at that.
Soon after this, Drizella leaned in to kiss and suck her mother's right nipple, massaging the older woman's left breast and clasping her hand as she did so. This reminded Tremaine of the time she breastfed Drizella when she was a baby, and she groaned passionately.
Drizella moaned and gasped as her mother moved her hand across her pussy in the way a DJ would scratch a record. Tremaine then proceeded to stroke Drizella's clit with her fingers while also applying a small amount of pressure to her tender mons with her palm.
"Mother! Mother, I love you!" Drizella moaned even louder and blushed bright pink in response to what her mother was doing. Later, Tremaine locked legs with her daughter in preparation for tribadism. She and Drizella held on to each other's hands as their cunts rubbed together, the pleasure shooting through their bodies like bullets.
"MOTHERRRRRRRR!!"
"DRIZELLAAAAAA!!!!"
Mother and daughter's screams overlapped as this happened. They continued to rub their pussies together with effort and absolutely no self-control. The next thing Tremaine did was press her breasts against Drizella's and massage them together in circular motions. By the time they were done fucking, mother and daughter became exhausted and were covered entirely in sweat from their orgasms.
"I don't want to forget this, Mother."
"Neither do I, my dear."
With that, she embraced Drizella and quietly sang a lullaby into her ear. Then mother and daughter fell fast asleep.