Joan stared downwards at her spent daughter, her eyes glancing past the sperm that coated her own udder. A crimson blush still adorned Jess’ cheeks, still pent up from her arousal she was yet to recover. It was a sight to behold, one that drove Joan wild with delight. Her own sex tingled with need - She’d just given her own daughter a Penis. This was sure to throw a wrench in her and Henry’s relationship. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to salt the wound. And she knew just how to do it.
Joan placed two fingers together and ran them across her udder, feigning surprise at the sticky residue that she collected. “Oh Jess baby…. I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t know you weren’t… I thought you’d done that to yourself…. But...” Joan mumbled, before her own legs twitched. “Mhmm.. I did that… You were that excited over me…” The more Joan talked the more she found herself getting turned on by her own words. She took her fingers and slid them beneath her testicles, pushing them up against her lips she felt them part. Her ass twitched at the sensation, her fat rippling as it began to bulge ever so slightly outwards. She pulled her fingers clear, rubbing her thumb against the lubricant that coated them.
Jess stared up at her mother, still reeling from her male orgasm and still not quite herself. She tracked her mother's fingers as they slid from her snatch. She ogled them, staring intently at the grool now coated them. Her Penis was growing limp, but still she was aroused, focused on the thought she had moments before she gave in - A longing to see her mother's womanhood.
Joan had reached the same conclusion as succumbed to her aching sex, already turning her body before kneeling down, presenting herself on all fours,. Her tail rose in the air as she bared herself to Jess. Joan’s hooves clattered lightly on the wooden floor as Jess leaned back instinctively, her feet flipping out from under her as she came to rest on her back. Her eyes never breaking lock with her Mother’s bulging rear . Jess watched as those puffy lips came closer towards her while extending her own arms out to grasp at Joan’s thigh.The odour was overwhelming, but it did little to dissuade her as Jess extended her neck, holding out her tongue and gracing Joan with a nervous lick across her sex.
The goat woman shuddered in pleasure, reaffirming to Jess that she had done something right. Jess dove back in, quickly growing accustomed to Joan’s unique taste. Little preoccupied the young woman's mind, any hestiance, any rationality vanished when she got her first taste. She relished the feeling of her soft skin beneath her fingers, how wet her face was getting as her mothers’ juices ran down her cheeks. Soon all restraint was abandoned as Jess pulled Joan tight, Joan’s weight naturally pushing her even further onto Jess’ head while Jess just shut her eyes, letting her tongue explore Joans folds as she writhed atop her.
As Joan’s ass continued to expand, so did Jess’ ambition, her mouth embracing the thicker flesh as she ventured upwards from her Pussy. Her tongue darted along her crack, soon coming into contact with Joan’s puckered anus. It throbbed as it was forced outwards, pushing upwards and coming to rest closer to the bottom of her tail, but Jess tongue dove right in. Pushing and prodding Joan had to stifle a cry as her daughter penetrated her rear, taking her by surprise. It was all that she needed as she finally crossed that barrier, climaxing on Jess’ face, coating her Daugther in a musky spray of affection. Joan shuddered, shooting forward and pulling herself free from Jess’ grip, writhing in orgasm on the hardwood floor. Jess gasped, her lack of oxygen was secondary to the experience of having her Mother atop her like that. But some time had passed since her orgasm and slowly Jess was coming to…