"Okay." Angela breathed the word, a sigh of utter surrender and deep, complex acceptance. This was it. No more denial.
"And if you want to be Husband sometimes," Vivian clarified, anticipating Angela's own dominant streak, "then I'll be your Wife. I actually… kind of like being the submissive one, but only with you, Mommy. With anyone else? No way. Definitely not with other men – I don't want them, period."
Angela's answering smile was dazzling, radiant. "Good. Mommy has no interest in other men either. As for other women… heh, even if I found someone, I have a feeling my possessive little Husband here would make them hers pretty damn quick." She caressed Vivian's cheek. "You really are my daughter, through and through. Did you know… Mommy's a top too, deep down? But… being spanked by you? That finger in my ass? I… I really liked it." A confession, stark and intimate.
"Mommy," Vivian said, a new thought dawning, "I need to tell you something important."
"Hmm?"
"Just now, when I was… cleaning out… I realized… I don't want you to get pregnant, not until we decide. So I… tried. I focused on my… semen… and willed it to be… infertile. And… I think it worked? I can feel it." It was an intuitive sense, a deep knowing that resonated from the System's influence over her 'Wishful Body'. Her ejaculate was now, at will, completely sterile. The first few times, she hadn't even thought to try. But the desire to protect Angela, to control this one fundamental aspect, had triggered the focused intent.
Angela's eyes widened. "Really? You can… do that? So… no more condoms? No more pulling out? Ever? We can just… I can take you inside me… always?" The relief and thrill in her voice were palpable.
"Hehe," Vivian smirked, already leaning in, her previous coyness gone. "Yep. Always. So, Mommy… Wife… Where exactly do you want Husband to cum today?" she purred, lips brushing Angela's.
Angela responded with a hungry kiss, her voice a husky whisper against Vivian's mouth. "Inside Mommy's pussy, Husband. Deep inside."
Hearing those words, the crude, possessive term for her own anatomy, uttered by Angela herself… it sent an electric jolt straight to Vivian's core. Her kiss deepened, became more demanding, hands kneading Angela's breasts with fierce ownership. Angela reciprocated, her own hands exploring Vivian's equally impressive bust. Their mouths melded, tongues battling. Then, Vivian gently pushed Angela back onto the plush velvet of the round bed, her own body slowly sliding down Angela's.
"Ngh… Mmm… ah… Feels so good… Husband… you're… amazing…" Angela moaned, head thrashing slightly.
Vivian's lips trailed from Angela's mouth, down her neck, pausing to lavish attention on each breast. She suckled each nipple in turn, teasing, tugging, bathing them in saliva until they were tight, glistening peaks. Her hands never stopped moving, caressing, squeezing, arousing. Then, lower… over the flat plane of Angela's stomach… lower still…
She paused just above the auburn thatch of Angela's pubic hair. Instead of diving straight for the main prize, she took a delicate mouthful of the springy curls, tugging gently, a playful, tormenting little pull that made Angela gasp and arch her hips. "Ah… Ssss…"
Finally, Vivian reached her destination. She parted the soft folds, nose burying into the intoxicating scent, then opened her mouth wide, enveloping the entire swollen, glistening clitoris and surrounding labia, sucking strongly. Angela was already wet, arousal pouring from her. Vivian drew it all into her mouth, a rich, musky nectar. She lifted her head slightly, deliberately letting Angela see the slick sheen of her own juices coating Vivian's tongue, then, with a theatrical gulp, swallowed.
"Vivi…!" Angela gasped, half shocked, half thrilled.
"So sweet, Mommy," Vivian purred, then buried her face again, tongue beginning its skilled assault. Lapping, teasing, swirling around the clitoris, then delving deeper, into the slick channel. "Ah… Husband… so good… deeper… please… need you deeper…" Angela pleaded.
At her mother's urging, Vivian focused her will. Her tongue elongated, thinned, becoming an incredibly agile, sensitive probe. Deeper and deeper it slid, exploring every crevice, every fold, mapping the internal landscape of Angela's desire, until the tip brushed against the soft, yielding dimple of Angela's cervix. "Ah! Yes! There! Vivi… baby… that's it…" Angela cried out. Her tongue offered a dexterity and precision a penis couldn't match. She could lick, probe, stimulate in ways that drove Angela to new heights of ecstasy.
"Mmm-ah… Nnngh… Oh god… Husband… Baby… Don't stop… Keep going…"
Vivian obliged, her tongue a relentless engine of pleasure, swirling, thrusting, a muscular tendril dancing inside her mother's cunt. Minutes stretched, measured in Angela's ragged gasps and moans. She felt Angela's arousal coiling tighter, tighter. Then, she focused the tip of her elongated tongue directly onto the tiny opening of the cervix itself, applying gentle but firm pressure, and willed it to lengthen just a fraction more… to penetrate.
"Nngh-AAAHHH!" Angela's body arched violently off the bed, a keening shriek tearing from her throat as the tip of Vivian's tongue breached the cervix, entering the previously untouched sanctuary of her womb. "Yes! Oh FUCK! Harder, baby! Mommy's… COMING!"
It had worked. Tongue-fucked her mother's cervix. A new level of intimacy achieved. Vivian didn't relent, tongue continuing its frenzied dance deep inside, pushing Angela over the edge. "Nnnngh… Almost… there… Flying! Don't… don't STOP!"
With a final, convulsive shudder, Angela climaxed, her body bucking wildly beneath Vivian, a torrent of slick fluid flooding Vivian's mouth, coating her tongue, streaming down her chin. Vivian kept licking, lapping up every precious drop, until Angela's trembling subsided, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Only then did Vivian withdraw, her tongue retracting to its normal size. She crawled up Angela's body, positioning her face directly over Angela's, lips still glistening, mouth visibly full of Angela's own essence.
Angela gazed up at her, eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, a soft, sated smile on her lips. "Is Husband going to… drink that all up for Mommy? Hmm?" she purred.
Gulp. Gulp. Vivian answered with action.
"Oh… Husband…" A new wave of arousal washed over Angela as she watched Vivian swallow. She pulled Vivian's face down, kissing her fiercely, deeply, tongues instantly tangling, sharing the intimate taste. Vivian let her tongue lengthen again, exploring Angela's mouth, then further, gently probing past her uvula, down her throat. "Ngh… Vivi… too… deep…" Angela gagged slightly, instinctively trying to pull back.
Vivian held her gently but firmly, continuing the incredibly deep French kiss, desensitizing Angela, pushing the boundaries, getting her used to the sensation of deep-throating. This will come in handy later, she thought clinically.
There were a few soft, involuntary retches from Angela, tears pricking her eyes from the gag reflex. Vivian gently wiped them away with her thumb, continuing the rhythmic in-and-out motion of her tongue deep within Angela's throat until, miraculously, Angela began to relax into it, her throat muscles instinctively starting to work with Vivian's tongue, suckling it almost unconsciously. The gagging stopped. Finally, after a long, intensely intimate moment, Vivian withdrew her tongue.
"Mommy…" she whispered.
"Mmm…" Angela sighed, utterly pliant.
They lay quietly for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the complex afterglow. Inside Vivian's mind, however, activity sparked. Angela's powerful orgasm, driven by the unprecedented intimacy of cervical stimulation, had tipped her past the 10-point mark. Lottery time!
'System,' Vivian mentally requested, hope and specific desire swirling within her. 'Lottery spin, please! Give me something… something to make Mommy even MORE mine… Something to… enhance our play…' She focused her will on the nascent idea.
[10 POINTS DEDUCTED. LOTTERY INITIATED…]
A brief, internal whirl of flashing lights and sound.
'Stop!' Vivian commanded mentally.
[CONGRATULATIONS! REWARD ACQUIRED: TARGETED MORPHING (UNIQUE SKILL)]
[TARGETED MORPHING: Host can, through direct physical contact, make minor to moderate alterations to the form, structure, or properties of a single, distinct inanimate object or a single, specific body part of a living being. Changes are temporary, duration controlled by Host. Multiple applications can be layered for more complex effects. Only one target item/part can be actively altered at a time.]
Yes! Holy shit! YES! This was… perfect. It wasn't the full 'Wishful Body' power she had for herself, and it was limited to one thing/part at a time, but the ability to alter things… Make soiled sheets instantly clean. Make a rope longer, a vibrator stronger… or… Or make Mommy grow something new… The implications were staggering. Her mind reeled with the possibilities. "Hahahaha!" she cackled, a wild, exultant sound.
"What's so funny, baby?" Angela murmured, nuzzling her neck.
"Mommy! Guess what! I got a new power! It's amazing!" Vivian bubbled with excitement.
"Another one? What is it this time?"
"You'll see!" Vivian scrambled up, pulling Angela into a sitting position. She gently parted Angela's legs again, pointing to her mother's vulva. "Okay, Wife… Watch very closely." Then, Vivian placed one hand palm-down on Angela's lower abdomen, right over her womb, closed her eyes in concentration, and activated 'Targeted Morphing'. Her intent was clear, specific, and utterly audacious.