Cleo stared at mother with newfound attraction, nipples erect, cock erect, and pussy wet. Barbara was young-looking but she was also a blonde large D cup dommy mommy biker woman. Sweet summer honey, was her mother always this sexy, or was it her fat throbber talking, Cleo wasn’t sure. All she knew was if she didn’t do something she was going to go wild on her mother, which was a bad thing? She knew it was wrong to lust after Barbara, but her new memories made it feel less wrong, as in those she had used her mother as masturbation material.
“Mom, fuck, I can think straight. Mom, why are you so hot all of a sudden? You’re making me so hard, it’s like all the blood from my brain is now in my cock,” Cleo shifted in her torn clothes, hands-on her helmeted head, in an effort not to touch her jiggly bits.
“Sweetheart, that's kind of you to say, but I need to clean up your mess. Go on and visit your friends, but as punishment for cumming Willy Nilly like you own this house no titty privileges today,” Barbara zipped up her leather jacket obscuring her big boobs from her daughter’s view, before grabbing cleaning supplies to remove Cleo’s floor cum.
According to her memories, titty privileges were when Cleo could stare at her mother’s boobs for extended periods of time, which only ended when Cleo had to run away to jerk off in private, after all, she was an independent teenage biker girl who didn’t need mommy’s help to fap. Fuck, her mommy’s jugs were awesome, it was a shame they were covered up now, but it cleared Cleo's head up a little. She needed to leave before she jumped her mother; talking with her mother about her helmet transformation theory could wait for later.
Cleo turned to leave but was stopped in place when she saw her mom down on all fours on the ground wiping up Cleo’s mess with a cleaning towel. Barbara's nice ass was pointed in her direction and Cleo couldn’t look away. Her booty was fine as steak in her torn jeans, and the power Barbara put into wiping the floor made her ass move sensually. Cleo felt heated as her blood rushed to her head and other sensitive places. Her exposed nipples and cock grew hard, and she felt her balls churn with seed.
Cleo felt her self-control fade as the growing lust took over. Holding one of her large boobs in a hand and fapping her 15-inch cock with the other, Cleo walked over to her mother. Perversely she stood spread legged over her mother’s ass so that her round 12-inch balls rested on the milf’s bottom.
“Cleo? What are you doing?” Barbara asked, unable to look due to Cleo’s legs obstructing her movement.
“I’m gonna ride you like a bike mom. I gotta be free, and travel where my heart yearns.”
“Uh, honey? You’re not a child anymore. My back wouldn’t hold out, now get off, silly girl.”
“That’s what I plan to do,” Cleo easily ripped her mother’s fashion-torn jeans to free the engine to which she will turn the key. Pulling aside her mother’s panties, she hurriedly aligned her monster dong to her mother’s exposed breeding hole, and slammed her giant key inside. Cleo moved with speed so that Barbara couldn’t retaliate, and now Cleo was sure her mommy couldn’t react at all.
Cleo could feel Barbara twitch in frozen surprise on her monster dong. Being a single mother and all it had been years since she had a dick up her cooch and all of a sudden she had her daughter’s penis inside of her. Her brain was struggling to process the events. Cloe on the other hand was relishing in the tight warmness of her birth mother. In both sets of her memory, she never dared to fuck with her biker mom, but now in a state of mental and hormonal confusion due to her mysterious growth, all she could think about was sex. It didn’t matter that it was her mom, her mommy was a woman first, and Cleo needed to fuck.
Cleo rode her mother like she was a machine, absolutely pounding her hotrod into the milf behind. She was stretching her mommy’s vagina to suit her perverted base desires. Balls and butt clapped to a rhythm like a motorcycle engine. Her mother’s gasps and resistant profanities were blocked out by pounding blood and the helmet. At times her mother gathered enough strength to try and break free but she was reigned in by the younger woman, Cleo had ridden rough roads before.
Cleo sped up, riding fast and hard, like a galloping stallion on the plains. Faster, faster, faster, the road was straight and clear. Cleo then reached the highest peak and wind-breaking speeds and unloaded into her ride. She didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop, Cleo destroyed her mother’s muff as she came. The baby batter seemed to flow endlessly from her balls, and as long as the sperm flowed she fucked. The white slime spilled out from the relentless positioning, undoing Barbara's work of ridding the floor of cum.
Roads do end though and Cleo, now clear-headed, had ended her journey. Pulling out from her mother she allowed the older woman to drop exhaustedly to the ground, as she was fucked on her hands and knees. White goo poured from the gaping hole that once was tight. Taking off the helmet, Cleo shook her head and breathed deeply, sweaty and satisfied.