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Aspect of the Demon	By : DevilDuck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 29184 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Aspect of the Demon: Second Manifestation Part 2
Buffy’s first instinct was to take her mother to kitchen. No, her first instinct was to keep fucking Faith, or switch to Dawn, or if she was honest do anything but try to stuff her hard and slime covered cock down her pants leg but she still had some self control so that’s what she did. And into the kitchen they went, at least for a moment. The kitchen was where serious family conversations happened and so if she was going to talk to her mother, which it looked like she was going to have to, that is where she should do it. Only that didn’t work out.
Leaving the girls as she did meant she left them as they were, half naked and covered in cum. It was hard to ignore that especially if you were still in shock like Joyce seemed to be. The older woman’s eyes kept being drawn back to the other room, the pair of girls obviously still too strung out and fucked up to make any move to cover themselves. Even if you didn’t look you could still smell them, at least Buffy could. The air was still thick with the smells of sex, sweat and cum, it was amazing how good those smells could be when you were the cause of them. It was enough to make Buffy’s cock swell with pride.
“Mom, come on.” No the kitchen wouldn’t do, it was too close to temptation, Buffy needed at least one door between her and the girls. Upstairs, she had to get upstairs and into her, no her mother’s room; Dawn and Faith wouldn’t follow them there. Seating her mother onto the bed she almost moved away, closing the door and leaning her back against it putting some distance between them. Now all she had to do was figure out how to explain what happened in the living room to her mother. “About what you saw back there…”
“It was a Slayer thing, right?” Maybe she hadn’t seen that much. “That’s why you have a, why you were…”
“Sort of.”
“Is it normal? I noticed Faith… I mean you both…” Then again maybe she had seen it all.
“Yes, no, I mean it’s new.” It was newer for some of them than others. Buffy couldn’t understand why Faith would want to grow her own cock, to be ruled by something between her legs, let alone how she did it. Maybe she would ask her about it; once she was done punishing her, the other Slayer seemed to have enjoyed that buttfucking too much for it count.
“But you’re dealing with it? Giles and Willow are working on it?”
“We’re dealing with it.” Mostly by ignoring it and not telling anyone, especially not the Watcher or the witch.
“So I shouldn’t worry about you?”
“What? No.” Why would her mother ever have to worry about her? It wasn’t like Buffy was going to lose it and jump her. It wasn’t like Joyce was in the middle of dry spell that the Slayer knew she could fix for the milf with what was between her legs. And she had just called, or thought, her mother a milf that wasn’t right; she wasn’t a milf, she was more glamorous, like an old Hollywood femme fatale. Buffy could just picture her in some slinky number with her lips wrapped around a cigarette holder. Or something thicker. And that was a thought Buffy didn’t want to have, that made her cock throb as if she needed the reminder that it was there, so she was quick to shove it aside. The thought that is, there wasn’t anything she could do about her cock.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yes… of course.” She wasn’t, she had gotten distracted by a surprisingly sexy chain of thought.
“I was saying,” Joyce continued, looking past her daughter's lie, “that I was getting use to the whole Slayer thing, the fighting monsters, and magic, and everything, but when something changes, when I see you hurt all those old fears come back.”
“I’m not hurt.” The Slayer’s balls did ache, heavy with unspent cum, though.
“Yes you are; you’re stressed, and nervous. You’ve clearly been worrying about this.”
“No, I…”
“Yes you have, I knew it. I mean I didn’t know the details but I could see that something was wrong.”
“Mom…” She was right, Buffy had become increasingly frayed worrying about this new sexual hunger and her need to feed it. To keep it from completely upending her life, from getting in the way of her duties as a Slayer, and to keep anyone from finding out. The hardest person to hide it all from of course was her mother; at home was where she was most likely to slip, at home there was constant temptation in the form of her sister and her fellow Slayer to give in to her desires and do something truly lewd. The greatest temptation normally came from Dawn. Yes, Faith was more aggressive but she also had more restraint. She would never try to stroke Buffy’s cock under the dinner table, or ‘forget’ her towel forcing her to sprint through the halls naked. She didn’t tease, when she acted she was much more direct, coming straight to Buffy and demanding to be fucked and only when they had the house to themselves.
“Now I know, or at least I’m starting to figure things out, so I can try to help.”
“Mom you- yah!” Buffy jumped. While her head had been down, not wanting to meet her mother’s eyes while having this conversation or having those thoughts, her mother had gotten up, crossing the room to take the Slayer’s arm. The unexpected touch made her heart pound, sending blood and adrenaline rushing her through body preparing her for something. Buffy didn’t want to led over to her mother’s bed, to be sat down next to her hip to hip, but resisting carried risks. Pulling back could all so easily become pulling in, taking her mother into her arms and- And it was better to just go along.
“From what little I saw it seems like there are some things your new condition comes with some new needs. At least I assume they’re new; you never showed any interest in women before.” Buffy couldn’t answer, not out loud, she couldn’t give voice to what had been going on in her life. “How often do you have these needs? Feel these urges? Do they distract you very much? Faith is helping you out right?... And Dawn?”
“Mom!” She did not need a reminder of just how eager the other Slayer and her sister were to service her. Nor did she need to her mother be just so casual about the incest going on under her roof, she didn’t need to think about her mother turning a blind eye to their rutting, or, worse, joining in, using her experience to give them directions and pointers on their technique.
“Of course they are, silly question I saw them, but are they helping enough? I love your sister but she’s not always that helpful. And Faith’s a guest so there’s only so much you can expect her to do. I only ask because it looked like you might have been a, um, backed up.”
“No, Mom-” that mess down in the living room was normal, almost every load was that big, already Buffy could feel her balls churn and fill with cum but she couldn’t say any of that.
“I could have a word with them. I’m sure they would listen to me if I told them to step up. Especially since it’s not like you have to sneak around anymore.”
“Please don’t.” That conversation would be even worse than this one.
“If you’re sure I won’t, not right now, but one of us has to. Look at you, you can barely even complete a sentence. What if you were to end up like this in a middle of a fight? You all ready put yourself in enough danger; I just can’t imagine.”
Buffy could imagine that it very easily; she had so much drive and power when she was horny, which was most of the time anymore, she could force her way through anything, overcome any obstacle to get her rocks off. If anything her new condition made her better in a fight, the only reason she was having a hard time now was because she was holding back. If she were to stop and let go, well that would be something else to imagine. “Mom I’ll be fine.”
“Really? Prove it to me.”
“How?” How could Buffy prove that she wasn’t too horny to do her duty?
“You could start by actually having a conversation with me, try telling my how you’ve been managing things.”
“Faith and I don’t patrol together, or we try not to.” They did tend to run into each other but was just happenstance, if it had been Dawn it probably would have been some trick to try to get some alone time with Buffy and her cock.
“Is that all, you ignore it?”
“No,” but it was safer than talking about anything else they did, “she and Dawn help me… blow off steam.”
“And how do they do that? Should I get Dawn up here to demonstrate?”
“No,” Buffy shifted yet again trying to find some position where her hard cock wasn’t so constricted, “that won’t be necessary.”
“Then tell me, what do they do?” Joyce’s voice took on that not quite stern quality she when she was being serious. “Do they use their hands?”
“Yes… Eeep!” She had looked away so feeling her mother’s hand come down to rest on her bulge came as a surprise, of fortunately when she jumped it just drove her hard member up against her mother’s palm.
“When they do, do they do something like this?” The older woman’s hand moved up and down her shaft still trapped by her jeans before giving it a squeeze. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” Buffy gasped, “sometimes.”
“Sometimes? So they do other things as well. What exactly do they do?”
“They- they-” The Slayer struggled to maintain control as her mother kept teasing her.
“I assume they at least go skin to skin.”
“Yes.” As soon as she got confirmation her mother pulled Buffy’s pants down her thighs so she could do just that. And so that the younger woman’s cock could spring back to full hardness.
“Alright, do they just stroke you up and down or do they add a little twist?” Joyce demonstrated the techniques as she named them. “Your father always liked that one.”
“Aaark.” The cursed image conjured by that aside warred in Buffy’s mind with the sensation of her mother’s skillful ministrations lubed by the spent cum clinging to her shaft.
“What did I say about answering me?”
“Y-yes.”
“‘Yes’? I asked an ‘either or’ so how can the answer be ‘yes’?” Joyce’s hand kept switching between the two patterns.
“They- they do both.”
“Do they? I bet Dawn does uses one and Faith uses the other.” She put a long enough pause after each name so that her right hand could make it clear which techniques she associated with each girl. “Now that we’ve settled how they handle your penis- They don’t say penis do they? I bet they say ‘cock’, they play with your ‘cock’, they suck your ‘cock’.”
“M-om.” This time Buffy’s complaint was more of a moan, barely one word was out her mouth before she had to cut herself off. She couldn't trust herself to say more than that without it turning into filthy; it was very hard to talk during a handjob about anything other than the handjob.
“Alright dear, I won’t say ‘cock’ anymore, that was the last one, I’ll stick with penis. Now that we’ve figured out how they handle your penis,” the senior Summers stressed that word to highlight the fact that she was using the right one, “let’s talk about how they handle your balls. Sorry; testicles.”
Head hanging, as that was the easiest way to not look at her mother, Buffy couldn’t help but look at what her mother was doing; she couldn’t help but watch her mother smoothly switch hands so her left slide along her shaft and her more dexterous right could cup the Slayer’s sack. Then giving it a squeeze triggering a moan and a release of precum. It was amazing how much she put out, how quickly it ran from her flat cockhead and down her shaft, and how it transformed the sound of being jerked off into something filthy and unignorable once her mother’s fingers were thoroughly coated. Even the hand kneading her balls ended up more than covered in precum, flashing as massaged that much darker skin.
“I have to say these are pretty big, bigger than any I’ve ever seen, but if they can get this,” Joyce ran a thumb along the ridge that separated her daughter’s cockhead from her shaft, “in their mouths they can probably do the same with these.”
“Aagrh.” Again precum shot from Buffy’s cock when her balls were squeezed but this time it came out in arc, a spurt that got some air. It almost looked like the first part of a real orgasm if not for just how tight her mother’s grip was.
“Did you just cum?”
“No,” Buffy’s voice shook, her body shook, too busy trying to hold on to her last shred of control to fight her mother over word choice.
“Are you sure? It sure looked like-”
“Aa-ah.” Her mother only had to loosen her hold just the tiniest bit for another wad of cum was released, rushing up the Slayer’s shaft before splashing down.
“If that’s just... If your balls are this heavy…” Suddenly Joyce stopped stroking, stopped fondling, stopped doing anything to or with her dick. What she did do was release Buffy’s cock and walk away, leaving the girl twitching on the edge of climax and sanity. “That’s it, I’m having a word with your sister this minute; it’s wrong of her to leave you this way.”
“Mom…” Voice trembling the Slayer found herself torn between following her mother back down the stairs or jerking off right there on her mother’s bed. Either option would be messy. Not as messy as what happened down in the living room...
As soon as her mind had drifted back to the action downstairs her hand had drifted down to her cock but it just felt wrong. Why should she be reduced to masturbation, to taking care of herself when there were three women in the house that could take care of it for her? It took her a moment to realize that she had included her mother in that thought along with her sister and friend; a moment in which she had sprung into action catching up to mother at the head of the stairs.
“Buffy? What are you doing?”
The Slayer felt no need to answer. Her mother knew what she was doing and why she was doing it; why she was pinning the older woman against the wall, why she raking up her skirt, and why she was pressing the flat end of her cock against Joyce’s rear. There was no need to explain. Nor was there need to ask permission, Buffy knew her mother wanted this. The animal part of her had be slow to recognize it but beneath the familiar scent of her mother that had comforted her so as a child there were clear signs arousal. It wasn’t really until the woman had left the room leaving her with only old smells that she put it together. That’s why when she shifted her hips to slide her cock between the woman’s legs she wasn’t surprised to find a wet slit.
“No. Don’t.” It was a half-hearted complaint but it still deserved a growl in response. As well as a subtle display of strength, the Slayer pressing Joyce hard enough against the plaster to make her gasp before slamming up into her pussy. Her mother’s pussy.
After that she tried to show some restraint, Buffy didn’t want to hurt her after all. She just wanted to blow her load, and make the older blonde whimper a little bit on the way, but there was problem. Joyce was a not inconsiderable amount taller than her. The Slayer couldn’t trust in her hips alone for the up thrusts instead having to roll onto the balls of feet as a feeble substitute that only got her halfway. And on the down stroke it was only the prodigious length of her unnatural length that kept her from pulling all the way out.
All this just added to the frustration that had been building, really, since she had pulled out of Faith. Frustration that had been fueled by her mother’s teasing touch and need to talk about things. Even now, while Joyce had switched to what could only be considered moans of encouragement and pleasure, the Slayer was getting no relief from the less than full penetration. She needed to get all the way in there. Which meant she had to bring her mother down to her level. Hands on her hips and pressing outwards on her knees Buffy forced the legs out from under the older woman and buried herself in one rush.
Now that the woman’s weight was being carried entirely by her and the wall the youth could easily reach full depth with every stroke. Surprisingly easily; everyone else, all two of them, she had fucked since she had grown a cock had been tight enough that it took some force and some time to loosen them up enough to take her girth. A vaguely remembered phrase, ‘baby-stretched’, sprung to mind reminding her that this was her mother she was fucking. That the womb she was about to flood with cum was the same one she had come out of. This didn’t stop her, or even slow down any, as the primitive part of her that had started her down this path screamed that this was just proof that this womb was fertile and worthy of her seed.
Maybe it was that, maybe it was all the teasing that had lead up to it but when she finally came, when her balls clenched and she thrust up one last time the load felt even bigger than normal. The first shot was large enough that it almost hurt rushing up her shaft, as if her dick didn’t offer a big enough passage, and was followed by another almost before it had reached its destination. Wad after wad of seed shot out of the Slayer’s balls only to drip back down on to them as the couple’s upright position meant the cum was quick to drain out of the older woman. Long before Buffy’s orgasm was done drops of cum were hitting the floor. There was an extra large and loud splat when she pull out free the portion that had been trapped above her flat cockhead.
“Wow…” Dawn’s voice broke the revere of pants making at least Buffy to look towards the stairs to see that her sister and Faith had climbed most of the way up, apparently stopping where they did as it put them at eye level with action. If the Slayer weren’t holding up her spent mother she would have punished the pair for watching, and used their conveniently heighted mouths to clean her cock, but that would have to wait for later.
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