Lua reached her mother’s house, her childhood home. She wouldn’t call it a home though; that’s what all the other kids had, complete with parents who loved them. For her first years of life things were fine, but when her dad left her space was repeatedly invaded by a long string of strange men arriving to fill the gaping hole left in Luca’s life as well as the one between her legs. She’d drink herself into a regretful stupor each night and fall asleep in front of the TV, never spending any time with Lua in her formative years. Lua however had grown to be a difficult teenager, trying in vain to garner her mother’s attention in all the wrong ways. First she’d tried her mother’s tactic of bringing boys home but Luca never seemed to particularly mind, despite her age. Then she took up smoking, even bad attention was attention, but she still didn’t seem to care. Her track of self-destructive behaviour continued well into her teens, even after she’d moved out of home quietly one night with just a bag full of her belongings. Her mother didn’t even call until a week later, and that’s when she genuinely knew she was on her own.
Lua stared at the curtained window, soft flashes of light swapping colours and shades as the TV flicked through images. Dried grass gave way to weeds in the small unkempt front yard and cracked paving tiles laid out an untruthful welcome to passers by. Luca’s old rusted pickup sat in the driveway still, in the exact spot that it was the night Lua left. Nothing had changed.
Russet embers flared and died as she sucked deep on the cigarette pursed in her lips and tugged one hand out of her hoodie to flick it into the grass before mustering enough courage to storm her way down the broken path. She knocked twice and shuffled her feet, facing slightly away from the door as not to have to look her mother in the eye immediately. The few moments it took for her to reach the door felt like an eternity of both anticipation and dread.
“Lua?” Luca gasped, unsure for a second if it was truly her. “Lua, oh my god, come in!” Any person unfamiliar with Luca wouldn’t have heard the almost sarcastic indifference in her voice. She hadn’t said anything yet, but Lua felt an instinctual twinge that this might have been a mistake. She stepped inside, the musty smell of unwashed fabrics and forgotten ghosts of alcohol stains in the carpet brought memories of this place rushing back to her.
Lua’s wispy eyes darted around as her mother led her to the living room, taking in the unchanged sights. She probably still had her old room the same as the day she left it. Sad.
“How long has it been?” Luca began, dropping herself back into her imprint on the couch. Lua took the single chair for herself, her dad’s chair. He wasn’t around to use it, and one of them needed to be the adult here.
“Three years.” Lua grumbled. She’d left at age 15 and moved from place to place since, never quite finding a place she could truly call home.
“That long? Are you still in college? Did you finish already?” Luca continued, suppressing the guilt of not knowing. It was Lua’s fault, she reasoned; she never told her mother a thing.
Lua raised an eyebrow and shifted in the chair. “I dropped out. I told you I dropped out.”
Luca simply responded with an “Oh.” There was an uncomfortable pause and neither looked at the other until Luca continued. “You’re working now?”
Lua rolled her eyes. She was trying too hard to make conversation and it was desperately uncomfortable. She needed to speed this up.
“Shitty retail job at a porn shop where I get ogled by old dudes who haven’t been laid for years and probably couldn’t get it up if they had the chance.” She snapped. “Maybe you’d like me to send them your way?” Her tone was sharp, but her words bit even harder. “And no, I don’t have a boyfriend. No, I don’t have a girlfriend either before you go there.” She knew her mother’s shallow thought process so well that she could answer the questions before she’d even asked them. “Shitty apartment in a shitty town and a generally shitty life. And yes, I’m still smoking. You’re still drinking so you can get off your high horse.” Luca simply stared with shock about her face.
“Lua! That’s no way to talk to me. What did I do to you?” She seemed genuinely puzzled. Rebellious teenager or no, there was no respect to her whatsoever. Lua’s face scrunched up with disbelief. Was she really so vapid that she had no idea, or did she actually believe she was a decent mother?
“You didn’t do anything to me, that’s exactly it - too busy doing it to all the guys you brought home. You never had time for me.” Lua’s rapid fire assault of pre-emptively answering questions before they were asked slowed and silenced to a whimper as she released her regrets, her eyes beginning to fill with tears as her emotions rose to unsustainable levels.
“I’m a woman who has needs, just like you are now. Did you ever try to understand my situation?” Luca huffed.
“Your daughter should come first!” Lua screamed now, digging her fingers into the fabric of the seat and leaning forward. Luca stood and strode over to where her daughter sat. Unsure of her intent, Lua stood too. “Your daughter who you left frozen mac and cheese for with a note that you were out getting freaky with strangers, night after night.”
“My daughter who never appreciated the things I did do, who hid herself away in her room to not be anywhere near me, who wanted independence so desperately but didn’t know what to do with it when she got it.” Luca wasn’t exactly tall, but now she towered over Lua and spoke down to her. “And when I came into your room you’d chase me out, told me to ‘respect your personal space’ or-”
“I just wanted you to fucking knock!” Lua screamed, cutting her off.
“I wasn’t trying to find you knuckle deep in your pussy every time you ungrateful little bitch.” Luca scowled. She provided food and shelter, a listening ear when she needed it. Yes, she had her problems, but she had needs too just as everyone did. Lua’s hand met her face with a brisk slap. For a moment she paused, taking in what had just happened. Lua found it most therapeutic, as if it was a huge weight she’d just slapped back into her mother and taken off herself.
“You little shit.” Luca growled, her face twisting into a vicious snarl. Almost from instinct she closed the space between the two of them and raised her gangly arms up to grip her hands around Lua’s neck. She squeezed and pushed her back into the armchair before gripping Lua’s neck in her mouth.
“Don’t you dare disrespect me like that.” Luca huffed through her teeth. Lua’s eighteen years flashed before her eyes, her mother brought her into this world and after all they’d been through it seemed like she was about to take her out.
“There’s nothing respectable about you left.” Lua was trembling, but her instincts told her to fight. She was cornered, there was no running, no other option available to her. At this, Luca bit down harder. The pain shot through her like a bolt of lightning and she yelped out, scrambling her paws against her mother’s arms. The pain changed to a tingling pleasure that bounced off the nerves in her body and reverberated inside her skin.
Luca pushed down on her body with her own weight, attempting to hold her down. Her more than ample tits pressed against her daughter’s, caged within her hoodie. Lua tried to push her away, first grasping her mother’s tits and pushing and then with her legs wrapped around her waist she tried to push her off using her back. Something felt off, though.
“Fuck mom, are your nipples hard?! You twisted bitch!”
“They’re sensitive, shut up.” She mumbled through teeth and skin.
Taking this as her opportunity, Lua grabbed the nipples before her and gave them a brisk twist through Luca’s tanktop. Instead of a squeal of pain she found herself met with a pleasurable squeak. She tried again the other way quickly and her mother released her neck from her grip, unable to hold back a moan. Lua suddenly noticed a pressure in her crotch; her mother was getting hard from this.
“Are you hard right now? Seriously? You’re so fucked up.”
“Oh shut up.” Luca replied, gripping Lua by her fleshy hips, barely contained by her shirt. Lust building within her, she began grinding against Lua as she pushed her back into the chair, her hard nipples poking through the fabric and rubbing against her daughter’s tits. The mound in her pants quickly grew, ballooning out the fabric. Lua couldn’t believe what was happening. She knew she was a degenerate, but incest? Really? As she ground between Lua’s legs she hit all the right spots, nudging the tip of her dick against her clit. With a smirk her mom met her lips and embraced her in a kiss. She tasted like alcohol and regret.
Luca threw the bandana off Lua’s head and her ears sprang up, her hair dropping loose. With a detracted claw she made one smooth movement, cutting through the black skull hoodie that barely held in all her curves. Her breasts sprang loose as the fabric cut open, jiggling to the side. Luca stared down at her puffy nipples and with one tug pulled off her own shirt and tossed it aside, revealing her own huge tits. Her nipples were rock hard, green skin beneath them trailing off beneath her fur.
“I always hated that hoodie anyway.” Luca muttered with a gross satisfaction.
She arched her neck down and began to swirl her rough tongue around Lua’s nipples which responded quickly, blasts of pleasure shuddering along her skin with each flick. They quickly grew erect and sensitive but Lua still wanted to protest. Her body revolted against her as she felt a distinct warmth growing between her own legs as the firm meat ground against her. It was so wrong, but it felt so good.
“You want mommy’s cock, don’t you.” Luca moaned with a mischievous grin about her face.
“N-no!” Lua protested. Her mother leaned in to her ear and nibbled on it, even her breath sending shivers along Lua’s body.
“… Liar.”
As she whispered, a paw ran into her jeans and under the hem of her panties, making its way between her lips to touch the warm slick juices that ran from her traitorous body. With a few tugs she yanked the jeans and panties away and wriggled her way out of her own, green knotted cock standing out twelve monstrous inches. It twitched and throbbed with excitement and desire as blood pumped through it and she immediately ran its length along the crack of Lua’s pussy. She couldn’t do anything but lay there in the chair, unable to fight back or run, unable to lie anymore that she didn’t want this. Hell, if she was lucky this might even help smooth over the divide between them.
With small thrusts at first she started filling Lua, each movement from her hips pushing the huge cock deeper within her until the bulge of her knot pressed against her puffy pussy. Lua could feel herself being stretched out and filled to bursting and she loved it. There was no going back from here, not now. Without even thinking about it, she wrapped her legs around Luca’s waist and began to tug in time with the rhythm of her thrusts to pull her deeper inside again and again as she pounded away.
As Lua started moving faster she began to huff and grunt, the tingling sensation in her cock making her pussy drip down her leg as she fucked her daughter into the chair. Lua’s back began to curl and twist up, pushing her breasts higher into the air as Luca’s nipples rubbed in time with her thrust against Lua’s, flicking them together.
The smell of sex permeated though the musk of the alcohol and mildew to fill the air alongside the slapping of flesh on flesh as she pounded away faster and harder with Lua starting to mewl and groan beneath her touch. She felt like she was about to burst but still wanted more fun, so she lifted Lua up and spun her around, throwing her over the back of Koro’s chair with her plump ass high in the air. She clambered her feet onto the armrests to get a good position and pulled Lua’s hair around the palm of her hand, sliding her huge dick back inside with ease.
The new angle melted Lua’s mind as the colossal dick pushed against her g-spot and drove against her cervix, her pussy widened and taut. Again she slapped against her opening with her body, hitting her clit with each slam into her. Luca picked up the pace once more, teasing the opening of the juicy pussy with the tip of her dick and slamming it back in again and driving Lua absolutely wild at the loss of the sensation of being filled completely. She needed it, the whole thing.
Finally, with loud grunts that echoed around the room Luca used the entirety of her length with mighty thrusts, the final one pushing in the ballooned knot at the base of her cock. Lua could feel the turgid meat inside of her pulsate violently as it tensed and blasted wad after warm, sticky wad of cum into her crevice. Globs of cum dribbled down the two of them, but Luca was unable to remove herself until the erection died down; they’d be stuck like that for a few hours. Time at least to talk things through now that was out the way.