mommy kink – Cyberrat Writes

No explicit incest but kind of imagined still :’ ) so beware

She is languid and relaxed, as she well should be; this is a boon for Brigitte more than anything else, and Reinhardt croons as he steps between her thighs which open up so very easy for him as she watches him with a grin and heavy eyes, one hand idly plucking at a pale, plump nipple.

He can see the goosebumps the action provokes crawl down her body, and he follows it eagerly towards her thighs which he slowly, reverently strokes with his big hands, then towards her cunt; the lips spread slightly and flashing him with her candy pink insides.

“AAhh” he sighs, fingers digging into the thick muscle of her thighs, pushing them a bit farther apart. “I can still remember the first time I was allowed to step between your mother’s legs like this… they certainly weren’t as powerful as yours.”

She grins now, sharp and satisfied, and preens before his gaze. He can feel her muscles trembling in his grip as she tenses her thighs for him, and gives her another affectionate squeeze.

“Her cunt, though…” he continues, one hand sliding slowly upwards, thumb inching closer towards Brigitte’s hot center. She whimpers when his rough digit barely strokes along the gash of her pussy, and breathes more deeply when he slides it down once again, this time pushing in deeper; spreading her lips apart.

She is flushed a darker red, but still watching him, eyes narrowed in pleasure – enjoying every second.

“… she’s just as pretty and plump as yours… so tasty-”

“Uncle” she groans, drawn out and a bit petulant, the heat in her cheeks looking a bit more embarrassed, but not looking away as he takes his cock in hand, stroking it slowly – lifting it and showing it to her; how thick and powerful it is.

She squirms, licks her lips, eyes going bright. A cat ready to pounce. She reminds him of those big predators; huge and powerful.

He hums, stepping forward and replacing his slowly stroking thumb with the tip of his cock. Her folds are slippery and hot, already trying to cling to him. He would like to spread her on his fingers; have her come on them to get her more relaxed; stretch her pussy out to make him fit without pain, but in this she is just as her mother as well: greedy for the pain that comes with her pleasure.

He rocks forward carefully, huffing through his nose as he feels her open up molten hot. It is like dipping his dick into a furnace and if he’d been a younger man, he thinks the experience would terrify him. Like he is about to loose his cock to the beguiling little snatch of a lady that had been gracious enough to open up for him.

Now, he wants more. Deeper. Wants to stay and nestle in them.

“Just as tight,” he purrs, leaning over her. Brigitte’s mouth is open wide, panting, staring up at him with glassy eyes, though a spark of fire in them has him captivated. She grabs at his hips, blunt fingernails digging in, pulling him closer into that delicious trap she has spread for him. Around him.

“Deeper, Uncle,” she demands and he groans, following suit, watching her head fall back at the immense stretch, her throat bulging and flushing dark as she groans guttural and heart felt.

“Just as pretty as your mother,” he croons, “Just as good in taking my cock… Pretty little cunt opening up so wide. So hungry for it. Are you going to come on my cock like she loves to do, little Goddess? Going to squirt for me, hmmm?”

His big hand cups the top of her head, lovingly rubbing a thumb across her forehead as he begins pumping his hips experimentally. He nearly goes cross-eyed at the tight, slick slide; the feel of her spongy soft insides squeezing down on him.

“Just like mommy?”

Brigitte digs her fingernails into his skin and whimpers.

Roadhog isn’t looking where she wants him to – at her, to be precise – so she frames his face in her hands, sharp fingernails digging almost gently into the generous fat beneath his chin.

It’s not meant to hurt; simply lead him with small pinpoints of pressure to tilt his nose up, his dark eyes staring into her face. He is mute, as he usually is, but his face is relaxed; almost slack.

He isn’t fighting against her ropes, and she likes the sight of him trussed up more than she would have thought. Even sitting on his ass – kneeling was out of the question; it did nothing good to his joints for as long as she liked to play with him – he was as tall as her.

“Just look at you,” she coos, voice high, nearly baby talking this big, silent man. His chest, unlike his large, firm belly, is soft and framed by the rope; pretty tits for her to play with in just a moment; squeeze his big nipples and make him grunt low and breathless.

“My pretty boy,” DVa murmurs. She lets go of his face but he stays as she put him, watching her with docile, dark eyes. She rubs her small hands across his big, round shoulders, gently squeezing at his massive biceps.

She suspects he would be able to get out of her bindings if he really wanted to, and the fact that he does not, makes her wet and needy. She squeezes her thighs together as she strokes trembling fingers across the pink rope she got just for this occasion, hooking her fingers in and tugging on it just to feel how tight it is on him; how nicely held together her sub is.

“Such a good boy for me. God, I can’t wait to play with you. Just you sit tight, Mommy’s gonna get her favorite playthings just for her gorgeous little toy.”