Jess put the big, bright pink dildo on her mother's bed where her mother had pointed out. About two feet from the end of the bed, and in front of the giant mirror.
"Mom, right here? In front of the mirror? Really?" Jess asked her mother incredulously.
"Um, just habit. Ever since your father died, I've always been very visual and when I -"
"MOM!" Jess interrupted, embarrassed.
"Sorry, honey. We can turn around if you want." Monica reassured her daughter.
Jess stood silent for several seconds, taking a look at the mirror, then the dildo.
"Its OK, mom. If it helps you."
"Thanks, honey." Monica gave a kiss on their thigh, trying to break the tension a little. "That'd be your forehead if I could, sweetie."
Swiftly, Monica climbed onto the bed and positioned their body to kneel over the dildo. Monica's face hovered only a couple inches above the head of the plastic dick. Both women looked in the mirror, mom and daughter fused into one unnatural body, ready to consummate their new marriage of bodies. Monica looked down to the dildo right below her mouth and started to lower herself down. "Love you, Jess." Monica whispered.
"Love you too, Mom." Jess whispered back.
The dildo poked into Monica's mouth and she took an inquisitive lick of the tip. As she did, both women felt a jolt of pleasure as her tongue made contact. Monica heard a moan from above. Encouraged, she lowered her hips further and let more of the dildo enter her mouth. Monica hadn't been sure whether she would enjoy being a pussy - she didn't want to have to taste plastic cocks every day, after all! But the pleasure and sensitivity of her new mouth-pussy surpassed her old pussy already, and the dildo tasted good, somehow. As she lowered herself the rest of the way to the bed, Monica couldn't help but look into the mirror. First, Monica looked at her own face - she was blushing, probably the reddest she'd ever seen herself. Mouth stretched wide open to accommodate the thick dildo she was riding. Lodged between the thighs of the new body she shared with her daughter. The taboo, the wrongness of it all - the dildo just felt all the better for it.
Monica looked up at her daughter. Jess had kept her dark blue tank top on, hiding their body's small tits. Jess's head was thrown back so Monica couldn't see much, but it wouldn't take a genius to tell that Jess had enjoyed the first stroke as much as her mother had. Satisfied for now, Monica started lifting herself back up, letting the dildo rub up against her lips as it slid out.
Jess couldn't believe how good the first thrust had felt. She'd had sex before, sure. Drunk college boys had nothing on this experience. This unholy matrimony of mother and daughter, bound together to ride a fake cock for their shared pleasure. Up and down, up and down. As her mom completed the fourth thrust, Jess heard her mom moan beneath her, vibrating the dildo already deep inside of them. Jess felt a moan slip from her lips, already gone before she could think about stopping it. Jess looked at her mom in the mirror, the already blissed out look on her face. Their thick thighs framing her mom's head, their fat ass slapping their legs and bed on each down stroke. Jess loved all the new feelings her mom had gifted her. Jess felt a rush of guilt. How could she like this?!? Why did mom make her feel so good?!?
𝘚𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱. The sounds of fucking filled the bedroom. 𝘚𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩. Jess moaned as her mother sped up the thrusts, clearly already seeking sweet release. Monica stared at their body. Their thick thighs jiggling all around her, dildo slipping and sliding in and out of her gaping mouth, her daughter covering her face with her hands and failing to stifle her moans. Their nipples poking through Jess's thin tank top.
As Monica lowered herself onto the dildo one more time, she felt a massive orgasm rock through her. She felt a wave of pleasure hit her and her legs spasmed, lodging the dildo deeper into her throat. Monica moaned loudly into the dildo while her daughter screamed obscenities into the air above them. As each wave of the orgasm hit, another leg spasm pushed the dildo further in, and Jess moaned again. As the orgasm subsided, Monica gingerly pulled herself up and spit the dildo out, knocking it onto the floor. The two women stayed in the kneeling position on the bed, trying to breathe and recover from their first fused climax.
Jess and Monica locked eyes in the mirror, not sure what the other thought now that the endorphins were fading. Or what their relationship would look like from here.