Going Nova - S01 E40

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Going Nova - S01 E40

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Hazel lustily arched her back, pressing herself against her child, and reached down to grab a fistful of her daughter’s hair on the back of her head. She tugged gently, guiding Brie’s hot face across her skin. She pulled her daughter up to her breasts and Brie shifted her nude body on top of her mother’s.

Between them, the cloudy, sticky liquid lubricated their bodies and Brie slid around on its slickness. The friction of their skin gliding around electrified her nerves and she began to hump her slit against her mother’s tummy. Her pussy continued to exude her own brand of girl cum, adding to the melange of sweat and serum that gleamed over their forms. She urgently began to suck up whatever of the antidote remained on her mother’s breasts, dragging her tongue up and down the soft mounds.

Hazel was enraptured by her daughter’s attentiveness and her chest heaved. She looked down and saw Brie lapping, red-cheeked, at her breasts. Her face was spackled with the spilled medicine and shining with sweat. Strands of the girl’s hair were pasted to her forehead. She looked like she had been on the wrong end of a porno money-shot. Nevertheless, Hazel wasn’t repulsed by the sight of her filthy daughter. In fact, she felt a swell of joy from deep inside her chest, which gave her an intense desire to be ever closer to her child. She pulled the girl up from her chest until they were face-to-face, and just as Brie looked in her eyes, Hazel craned her neck up for a passionate kiss.

Brie didn’t need any encouragement. In fact, she was the first to offer up her tongue in the exchange. They moaned together into each others’ open mouths. Hazel felt the slimy film of the syrup lingering on Brie’s tongue. To her, it felt—even tasted—familiar. It reminded her of the times she and Warrick had brought Ivy into their bedroom. She liked to watch her friend suck off her husband. After Ivy swallowed his sperm, the two women would make out until he was hard again and, there, she would taste the similarly filmy feeling of the remains of Warrick’s cum in her best friend’s mouth.

Brie broke off the kiss and cried plaintively, “Mommy, I want more medicine.”

“Honey, I’m sorry, but I think we’re out of medicine. Everything that was in the bottle is now all over us.”

“What are we gonna do? I need cummies, mommy.”

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” Hazel kissed her child again and and an idea formed in her head. The rational side of her brain thought her daughter would never be convinced, but the instinctual side of her brain felt that it knew better, knew it was the only way. She broke away from her daughter’s lips and said, “You know what? I bet we can make some medicine of our own.”

“We can?” asked Brie.

“In fact, I think Daddy has been able to make the same kind of medicine all along,” said Hazel.

In her state, Brie was easily confused and in no mood for involved thinking. “Mommy, what are you talking about?”

“The medicine you’ve been drinking. I had a taste of it earlier, and I think it’s just cum!”

Brie’s eyes went wide. “Just… cum?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Hazel waffled, “but it looks like it, and it sure tastes like it. And it would make sense that cum would hurry along your orgasms, just like the doctor said.”

“What do you mean?”

“It works for me, too. When I drink cum, it helps me orgasm.”

“Really?” Brie asked, breaking eye contact at the thought of her mother eating her dad’s cum.

Hazel paused before repeating hesitantly, “I don’t know.” But deep in her mind, Hazel did know. She had secrets of her own, and she was positive the cure for super-orgasms was a particular kind of cum.

The two laid against one another for a few moments, breathing heavily. Brie still felt the oven-like heat of desire effervescing within her and her focus turned back toward relief. “I’m so turned on, Mommy, I’m losing control again.”

“It’s okay if you lose control, baby. You have a condition. If you need your cummies, do whatever you need to do to feel better.”

Brie looked up into her mother’s eyes and stammered, “I… I w— I want to try cum. Like you said. Like the medicine. I wanna see if it helps.”

Hazel’s heart beat in her chest and she petted her daughter’s hair. She hoped she was right about this. “Okay, baby.”

“Can we go get Daddy now?” Brie asked.

Hazel shook her head. “Not tonight, baby. Elsie is here, and Daddy is looking after her. It would be very bad for us if Elsie found out. Little girls aren’t supposed to eat their Daddies’ cum.”

Brie pouted. She drew her hand down her body to feel her sex. She explored herself idly with her fingers. It was sticky with her juices and the spilled medicine. She brought her hand up and spread her fingers. Each was connected to the next by strands of the viscous mixture, which bowed under their own weight. She thought about it for a moment and almost dared not ask her next question. “What— what about your cum?” she asked.

“What?” Hazel gulped.

“Can I try your cum?” The girl looked away demurely.