Buffy Beaten update

Fully dressed, Buffy went downstairs. A short nap and she was completely comfortable with what had happened. Things with Conrad were a bit extreme, yes, but everything was so extreme these days. Vampires and demons, those were extreme. And this love triangle she’d noticed between Xander and Cordelia and Willow, that was at least a little fucked up. Wasn’t Xander an average joe? Cordelia a rich bitch? Willow… kinda gay? But if they enjoyed it even half as much as Buffy… oh God… Maybe it was true what people said. Maybe, even with all her suffering, all Buffy really needed was to get laid.

She was planning on telling Joyce that she felt much better and wanted to make it to school for at least half the school day—spending some of this weirdly euphoric time with her friends—but what she found was Joyce stretched out on the couch, sobbing. She hadn’t dressed after Xander had fucked her, making it obvious what had happened. And Buffy could still feel the sticky cum Conrad had fed into her cunt. She wondered if her mother liked it as much as she did.

“Mom? Are you alright, Mom? What happened?”

Joyce looked up at her, her eyes running so hard with tears that Buffy’s face was a blur. “X-Xander,” she croaked. “Your friend Xander… I fucked him…”

“Oh,” Buffy said numbly. All of a sudden she felt overwhelmed with questions. How big was Xander? Did he know how to use his cock or what? How did his cum taste? Had Joyce even bothered to check, or had she just let him stuff her cunt full of it?

“It’s all my fault,” Joyce sobbed. “I can’t believe I let this happen… it’s awful… Conrad’s going to find out and he’ll, he’ll want nothing to do with me…”

“It’s alright,” Buffy insisted, her voice soft.

“No, it’s not alright! Look at me! I’m not wearing any clothes—my own daughter, my sweet little girl, can see me naked. See how I fucked one of her friends. Conrad… How am I going to explain this to Conrad?”

Buffy knelt down in front of the couch and her naked mother. “You don’t have to worry. Conrad won’t mind. He fucked me, mommy.”

Joyce looked at Buffy, not quite believing her. “He did?”

Buffy nodded. “He did. So he’s not going to care what you did with Xander.” She grinned. “He’d probably appreciate it. It’s not like he can fuck both of us at once. This way, we both—we all got what we wanted” Now Buffy even broke out in a light laugh. “Unless Xander didn’t make you come. Then I’ll have to kick his ass. My mommy deserves to come.”

Joyce smiled back at her, finally seeming relieved. The tears had stopped. “This is what men do to dirty cunts,” she said reassuringly.

Buffy nodded. She looked at Joyce, now not shying away from the sight of her mother’s naked body. She had seen Joyce being fucked, but never before had she really studied the lush quality of Joyce’s mature beauty. Joyce was built as well as Buffy, even if she was a little thinner, a little paler with age. Her breasts were bigger and they had a shapeliness Buffy hoped she would get if she ever had kids.

Buffy sat down on the couch with Joyce, taking her in her arms to coo to her and soothe her. “You don’t have to cry, mom. It’s going to be alright. Besides, I know how good you’ve had it. If Conrad fucks you anywhere near as hard as he’s fucked me…”

Joyce was overcome with love for her daughter. She clutched Buffy back tightly, covering her face with desperate kisses. “You’re a treasure, Buffy. But you’re wrong,” she murmured. “I think Conrad could fuck both of us at once.”

Then they were so overcome by lust that the next kiss couldn’t be anywhere but on Buffy’s lips. It was deep and needing, underscored by Joyce’s tongue darting into Buffy’s mouth, and it grew more and more intense. 

Maternal affection and daughterly devotion burned into something else, shifted into their cunts and became wet and hot and passionate. When they came up for air, their pussies on fire, they looked at each other and knew that they couldn’t keep going as simply mother and daughter. Before they could share Conrad, they would have to share each other.

“Your cunt’s full of Conrad’s seed,” Joyce breathed.

“And yours is full of Xander’s,” Buffy answered without hesitation.

Their hands traveled each other’s bodies. Buffy felt firm flesh so alike her own it was almost like masturbation. Joyce stripped Buffy, thrilling at a teenage loveliness that seemed just like her own lost youth. Both knew instinctively that they could make the other feel the same pleasure they knew—they could be mirrors for each other that way, even if nothing else was quite identical.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Joyce moaned, smelling the familiar scent of Conrad’s musk between Buffy’s bare thighs. “I want your sweet pussy.”

Buffy laid back, opening her sleek thighs, panting as she saw how quickly Joyce went down to her wide-open sex. After the shocking intimacy of their French kiss, having Joyce’s mouth against the lips of her pussy was almost an anticlimax—then Buffy’s pleasure hit at the same time Joyce moaned with enjoyment of her daughter’s taste. She was instantly drunk on the flavor of a woman’s pussy.

“Eat my pussy, mommy, eat me!” Buffy urged her. “Make me… make me come in your face… oh fuck…” 

Joyce groaned in agreement as she shot her tongue into Buffy’s wet cunt and Buffy rolled her hips, moving like her mother’s tongue was a cock fucking her.

“Oooooh, that’s it, Mom!” Buffy ground out, her eyes flashing like a woman possessed. “Do I taste like Conrad? Do I taste like Conrad’s dick when he fucked your mouth with it? Hnngh! I saw, Mommy! I saw what a slut you were and it made me fucking come!”

Joyce actually growled, her excitement growing and growing with Buffy’s wicked words. With her tongue stabbing into Buffy’s slit, she brought her fingers to Buffy’s hooded clit, massaging it, circling it, finally pinching it. She eked every last bit of pleasure from the Slayer’s burgeoning button. After all, she knew from a long life of sexual experimentation what the women in her family enjoyed. 

Like mother, like daughter.

“Mom, that feels so gooood,” Buffy moaned, feeling the pad of Joyce’s finger swipe across her clit as it came out of its hood. “Harder, harder! Fuck my clit!”

Clasping the little bit of pink flesh between her thumb and forefinger, Joyce rubbed Buffy’s clit until she could feel the whorls of her fingerprints. Buffy spasmed, her cunt feeling a sharp jolt of boundless pleasure.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Buffy crooned joyfully. “Thank you, Mommy, thank yooooouu!”

Joyce didn’t need any thanks or accolades. Buffy’s sudden orgasm let out a flood of her juices. She was squirting, gushing, directly onto Joyce’s tongue and into Joyce’s mouth. As Buffy climaxed and climaxed, her mother swallowed the succulent nectar. The taste hit her like a drug. 

By the time Buffy had finished coming, her pussy was sore and Joyce was giddily turned on, like Buffy’s cream was a wine that had gone straight to her head. As good as Conrad tasted, her daughter’s orgasm tasted even better.

“Now it’s my turn,” Buffy breathed, hauling herself up. “I’m going to find out how Xander’s cum tastes and I’m gonna make your pussy feel as good as mine!”

Joyce’s clit throbbed, imagining her daughter drinking her the same way she had. She couldn’t wait to feel Buffy’s tongue or to come in Buffy’s mouth.

“You’re such a good girl, Buffy,” Joyce cooed, falling to the other end of the couch with her legs open. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Someone did a good job raising me,” Buffy replied, prostrating herself at Joyce’s lap. “God. Your pussy looks so incredible, Mom. At first, watching you and Conrad, I thought I wanted his cock—I guess I do. But what I want even more is to make you come like he did, like you just made me do. You deserve to come so hard, Mommy. You’re such a good mother and your cunt smells so fucking good…”

Buffy slid a finger inside of Joyce’s sex, feeling the smoothness of Xander’s cum. It had absorbed the heat of Joyce’s turned on cunt until it seemed like it was boiling. Buffy brought it out and licked her finger clean. Her eyes rolled back from the sweet taste.

“It’s like candy!” Buffy sighed. 

“You can have all the candy you want, sweetie,” Joyce replied.

In a blur, Buffy’s face was at the feast between Joyce’s legs. She jammed her tongue inside of her mother, making her shake so hard that the springs of the couch squeaked under her.

“My clit!” Joyce gasped, her senses reeling. “Don’t forget my clit—remember how good it felt when I played with yours!”

Buffy thumbed the sensitive button. Even knowing how it felt to have her clit pleasured, she was unprepared for how Joyce moaned with joy at the lightest touch.

“Do it again!” Joyce pleaded. “Make me come! Hnn! Oh, Buffy, I love you so much—so glad you’re my daughter—making me come so haaard!”

Buffy’s thumb ground down on Joyce’s clit, making her mother so excited that her burning juices just had to gush out of her. Buffy squealed with delight as they covered her face.

“You’re so wet, Mommy!” Buffy grinned. “I can’t believe I made you so wet…”

“You did, baby! I can’t stop coming!” Joyce cried. “I can’t stop—can’t—Buffy!”

Buffy devoured Joyce’s cream like she was dying of thirst. Whenever her mother’s pussy seemed on the verge of settling down, Buffy’s tongue tickled it some more, played it as Buffy knew instinctively she herself would love, and fresh honey sped from Joyce’s sex. Buffy swallowed every drop she could lick up.

Finally, Joyce had to push Buffy’s blonde head away. Her cunt was on fire. She felt like she might die, and she’d be all too happy to, but Joyce couldn’t let anything, even ecstasy, stop her from making her baby girl feel just as good as she had.

“Geez, Mom, your pussy is just incredible!” Buffy gasped. “I feel like I’ve wasted a lot of time with guys when we could’ve been doing this.”

Buffy’s words had Joyce swelling with pride. More than anything else, she wanted her baby to love her. If only she’d known Buffy could love her this much!

“I wouldn’t say I’ve wasted time,” Joyce mused. “But I haven’t come as hard as you made me since Conrad fucked me in your ass.”

“In your—he fucked your ass?” Buffy asked, a little envious. “Wouldn’t that… didn’t that hurt?”

“Only at first,” Joyce assured her.

Buffy remembered Conrad’s big dick and tried to picture it fitting into her own snug asshole, since it had apparently been in her mother’s. As unbelievable as it seemed, an asshole must stretch even more than a pussy. 

“Don’t worry.” Joyce stroked her hair. “He licked and lapped my asshole first, then he fingered me there. I came plenty just from doing that, but then when I saw how hard his cock was—how could I resist?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy sighed lovingly. The idea of being ass-fucked was starting to appeal to her. She tried to squelch it, though. It seemed disloyal to think about Conrad when she’d enjoyed this mother-daughter time so much. Not at all feminist. “But let’s not obsess over Daddy. As nice as he fucks, if we only thought about him, we’d never have found each other. And I wouldn’t have even looked at him if I knew how amazing your pussy was.”

Joyce pinched her lips together, as overcome by emotion at Buffy’s words as she had been by her climax. She felt like she’d found a level of understanding with Buffy now that they hadn’t had since Buffy started her Slaying. “You’re a stronger woman than I am, Buffy. But of course, we don’t have to choose. I’m sure Conrad will see we’re both dirty cunts.”

Buffy nodded in agreement. “This is what men do to dirty cunts,” she said, almost in prayer, as she rose to hug her naked mother.

The two women embraced, their breasts pressing together, and there was only so long they could hold each other before they had to kiss, letting their tongues entwine as much as their bodies. Their pussies both pulsed with arousal like mirror images of each other. Buffy knew they’d just begun this new way of showing their love for each other.

“I love you so much, Mommy,” she gushed when the kiss broke. “Fuck me some more?”

“Of course, sweetie,” Joyce cooed. “I remember how horny I got when I was your age…”