Darling daughter~ [Melu x RPG-Girl]

[Meluandre]

Caterina Belmonte had not been ready to be a mother, but despite that, she liked to think her daughter had grown up well: luxurious, beautiful, gorgeous. Despite her being a product of Cat’s own lust and sinful urges, her daughter’s cat ears and exquisite features made her a delectable catch; she was sure to make someone happy one day, she knew… and perhaps that was what pissed her off the most.

It was a cool autumn day, so Cat had thrown a beige, fluffy jacket over her lacy black bra; she also donned an impossibly short miniskirt, her black thong visible whenever she bent over in the slightest. She twirled platinum silver hair around a dexterous finger with her free hand, as she busied herself around the kitchen, making her daughter’s favorite: pancakes, with blueberry jam and maple syrup.

She knew her daughter might just give her a huge hug after eating it… which was usually enough to satisfy Cat’s urges. Watching her stuffed the syrup-topped cakes into her mouth was such catharsis; she could pretend those lips, that tongue… was wrapped around her throbbing cock instead. The thought was already making her hard.

“Darling! Breakfast is ready~!” Cat called in a sing-song voice, promising herself that she’d make it through another day without touching her daughter. Every day was such a struggle… But she could do this, right? She bit her lip, frustrated at herself. She was already hard, and her daughter hadn’t even come down the stairs yet...

 

[RPG-Girl]

Kelly Belmonte was a rather young girl, on the cusp of womanhood, at least as the law was concerned, but still, she was more aware of things then she normally let on, a little something she picked up from her other mother. Though of course, she only had one mommy! Yet, as she sprawled on the bed, tail twitching a bit as she read, her nose twitched, ears pointed towards the kitchen, as she threw on a simple enough house robe, just enough to cover, short enough to tease, thick enough to be warm, tight and thin enough to leave little to the imagination.

As she ran down the stairs, making little noise, she gave a squeal as she saw the pancakes, eyes almost lighting up, as she flew into her mothers embrace, head in her soft mounds, arms around her, even as the hands brushed the mature woman's rear. As she spoke, lips would brush the fabric, speaking into her flesh. "Oithankyousomuchmommy!"

She exhales it as a single word, as she hugs and nuzzles, innocent, but much like a cat.