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Kimberly Park

I stared at the mirror and sighed in disgust. Flat-chested. No tits to speak of. Just some puffy, dark-brown nipples. Hardly any curves to my hips. I didn’t have that cute of a face. It was hard to say I wasn’t a boy even with my long hair.

What girl would like me? Where was the appeal? I sighed, turning away. I wanted to blame my lack of tits on being half-Korean, but my mother was short and busty. She had big breasts. These large F-cups that sometimes seemed to overflow whatever she was wearing.

I wanted to have tits that a girl’s hands just had a hard time grasping. That there would be too much tit for them to even attempt to hold in their hands. It would be futile for them to even try. That was what I wanted. Wouldn’t that be something?

I sighed and dressed. I was sixteen. Running out of hope that I would grow anything. That this was it. I was stuck with the smallest A-cups ever. As I pulled out a bra, I sighed at how little shape it had. Practically a training bra.

Why did I even bother?

I slipped it on anyways then stepped into my panties. I pulled on a pair of tight skinny jeans. I didn’t even have much of an ass. Nothing to show off. I pulled on a striped belly shirt next, showing off some naval, and headed out of my bedroom.

“Hey, Kimberly,” my twin brother said. He was coming out of his room across from me. Andrew had the same build as me. Slender and boyish. But he was a boy. He should have that same build. He pushed up his glasses, his short, black hair slicked back. I let mine grow long.

Not that it helped.

“Hey, Andrew,” I muttered.

“You look like you’re down in the dumps,” he said, putting his arm around me. “Need to talk?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. As close as I was to Andrew, he was still a guy. How could I talk to him about the fact my tits weren’t as big as Mom’s? That I wanted to bury my face in our mother’s breasts, rub against them, push my own non-existent titties against hers, and suckle on her nipples in the hopes that some of her F-cup glory would rub off on me. If he were another girl, at least he could understand my mammary woes.

Then we could really talk. As it was, the best I could do was just say, “I’m fine.”

He sighed. “You’re not, Kimberley.”

“No.” I swallowed. “But I’m sixteen. I’m not supposed to be fine.”

“I’m sixteen and fine,” he said with a smile.

See? He was so oblivious to what was going on with me. Guys were so simple and dumb. I liked Andrew. He was the only guy worth talking to, but he would make such a better sister than a brother. A twin sister who would be going through everything I was.

We would complain about our lack of tits together, then touch each other, massage the other’s tits to try and make them grow bigger and bigger. That would lead to kissing. Nipple sucking. To finally eating another girl out. Feasting on some pussy. Sixty-nining with my twin. That would be wild.

My pussy clenched. That hot itch to masturbate again shot through me. I already rubbed one out to some step-mommy lesbian porn this morning. There were some hot new clips up op Pornhub in the genre that got me off so fast.

Sadly, I only had one sister to talk with, and she wasn’t the greatest for that.

Sandra popped out of her bedroom, her dyed-blonde hair swaying about her pale face. She took the most after our father, who’d run off years ago. She had round eyes and pale skin. She didn’t look like one of the family at all as she flounced by Andrew and me, her face in her phone. At eighteen, she was curvy and gorgeous. She didn’t have Mom’s big tits, but she had a nice pair that her tight crop top showed off. Her short skirt flounced over her curvy rump and around her gorgeous thighs. She wore knee-high socks that gave her this naughty look.

She was a cheerleader and knew how to move.

“OMG!” she said. Yes, she said OMG out loud. She spun around and thrust her phone at Andrew and me. “Look at what Sascha just posted. Isn’t that so cute!”

I had a glimpse of a GIF of a kitten trapped in a ball of yarn, looking so adorable. Before either Andrew or I could respond to our older sister, Sandra had already turned around and flounced through the living room of our apartment, not waiting for our response, her fingers typing on the phone.

God, I hated Sascha as much as I wanted to fingerbang her.

Mom hurried out of her bedroom dressed in her office lady clothes. Pencil skirt, buttoned-up blouse, a blazer hanging over her arm. She put a K-cup into the coffee brewer and started her coffee going as she flew around the room.

“Have you seen my hoop earrings, Sandra?” Mom asked, those big boobs of hers hard to hide in her blouse. She was shorter than all of us. This curvy, Korean MILF. She had an accent that none of us did. In Korean, she snapped, “Sandra, I asked you a question! Have you seen my earrings!”

“They’re in my bedroom, Mom,” Sandra said. She never answered in Korean. Which was good, her accent was god-awful.

“Then get them!” Mom snapped. “I’m going to be late for work.”

Mom had to work so hard. Some days, I just wanted to kneel before her and massage her feet. Get her all nice and relaxed, her legs spreading farther and farther apart until I could see her panties. Then I would strike. I would bury my face between her thighs and lick at her cunt. I would just feast on her. Make her cum. She would gasp and moan and drown me in all her incestuous cream.

I had to stop watching step-mother lesbian porn. It was rotting my brain, but…

It would be so hot to eat out my mother’s cunt. My sister’s cunt. My best friend’s cunt! I just wanted to eat pussy so bad, but what girl would want me? Plain, boyish me. I wasn’t hot. I wasn’t even butch. I was too Asian to be butch. Almost androgynous. Sexless.

“You really should comment on this GIF,” Sandra said, glancing up at me. “I sent it to you. You haven’t even pulled out your phone. Did you put it on silent again?”

“Yep,” I said. “Why would I want to comment on dumb Sascha’s pic? She’s a bitch.”

“Language!” Mom snapped, coming out of my sister’s bedroom and putting on those earrings.

“Sorry, Mom,” I muttered as she headed out the door and off to work.

“You should comment on her post because she’s Sascha.” My sister shook her head. “That’s why you don’t have any friends, Kimberly. You’re too stuck-up to do some sucking up. Play the politics, get Sascha to like you, and you’ll make the cheer squad like me.”

“Yeah, and how much do you have to lick Sascha’s asshole or pussy for that?” I muttered, a part of me so eager to do just that.

“Don’t believe those gross rumors,” Sandra muttered. “We’re not a bunch of dykes on the cheer squad. We’d rather suck dicks. You just like and comment on her stuff. Throw in a cute GIF or sticker. It’s not hard. And pad those bras. So god didn’t give you tits, the rest of the world doesn’t have to know that.”

“Thanks, Sandra,” I muttered, heading to the door. “Lie to the world. That’s a great way to succeed.”

“How do you think Sascha is top queen?” Sandra asked. “Or me? Truth doesn’t get people shit. You got to massage it. Or don’t. Be a loser.”

“Real great advice, Sandra,” Andrew sneered as I headed out the door. “Sister of the fucking year right here.”

“Oh, please, you do it, too. I hear you got to second base with—”

I slammed the door, wanting to shout. Pad my bra? What good would that do when the girl who thought I had a great rack unhooked my bra and tissue papers fell out. Then she would see that I have no tits. She might wonder if I was some trans girl or something.

I sighed as I rode the elevator down by myself and hurried out the sidewalk. I rushed to my high school, thinking. My mind was lost in such a depression. I would be an old, crazy cat lady who never once had her V-card punched by a hot girl with a strap-on. No making out with a cute girl. No having a threesome with two twin sisters or daisy-chaining with the cheer squad, munching on Sandra’s cunt while Sascha went down on my twat, all of us moaning and gasping and squealing in delight as we filled the locker room with our passion. No going down on my blonde MILF of an English teacher, Mrs. Masters. No scissoring my cunt with Liza the exchange student from France. I bet she had a big, thick bush like me.

No making out with my best friend Erika while we fingered each other’s cunts at our next slumber party, our tongues dancing, our digits sliding over the—

“Wow, you’re spaced out this morning, Kimberly.”

I blinked to see my BFF Erika Nair fall into place. She was an Indian girl with such gorgeous, brown skin, her face cute and adorable. She had such kissable lips and these dark, sultry eyes that I could just fall in love with. Her parents had given her a Western first name while her middle name was impossible to pronounce. She had tits. Nice round ones.

The only pair of live tits I had seen when we were changing at a slumber party. They were perky with dark-brown nipples that I just wanted to suckle on. She was gorgeous. Just being near her made my heart patter so much.

If only she were a lesbian.

She was as straight as an arrow.

“Man, I need to get a boyfriend,” Erika said. “You know. It’s one of those mornings where I really, really want to get laid for the first time.”

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing. My hands were so dry. “I know what you mean. I could really use some d-dick.”

“Right?” She hooked her arm with mine and laughed. I had been terrified to tell her I was gay since I realized it. What if she didn’t want to be best friends with a dyke. “Pity all the guys at our high school are immature little shits.”

I nodded.

“Though your brother is pretty cute,” said Erika. “I hear he’s dating Natalie. You know, the redhead that we had in chemistry last semester.”

“Really?” I said. “I hadn’t heard. But he wouldn’t do me any good.”

“Eww, no,” said Erika. “If I had a brother, we could swap them. Then we could marry them and be sisters. That would be so wonderful, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said, shrugging. “But it can’t happen.” I didn’t want to marry her hypothetical brother. Now if she had a hypothetical sister, that would be something else.

We chatted about boys. I faked it, my mind thinking about Erika I would love to put the moves on her. I would love to date her. She made everything so bright and cheery even when I couldn’t do anything with her because, well, she was my best friend. If I tried to seduce her into sapphic delights, she would just freak out. It would ruin our friendship.

But, god, I loved Erika so much.

We reached our school. Sascha was getting out of her car. I swallowed at the sight of the queen bee of our school. The blonde had a gorgeous body. Tits to rival my mother’s in size. Tall. Leggy. A natural blonde unlike my sister. Sascha wore the skimpiest of skirts, just barely allowed by the dress code. Her legs flashed, her hips swaying. She had a gorgeous ass that writhed beneath her skirt as she walked past us.

She sneered. Those perfect, kissable lips curled in disgust like it offended the gorgeous girl that we were here. She saw us as trash. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship her as much as I wanted to chain her up and whip her. I hated her and lusted for her all at the same time.

Then she was heading to a group of girls who all squealed at the sight of her. I heard them talking about the pic she’d shared on Instagram this morning like that was a big fucking deal. I wanted to claw her eyes out, make her eat my pussy, and beg to rim her asshole all at the same time.

“What a mega-bitch,” muttered Erika. “Ugh, I am glad she won’t be here next year.”

“Yeah,” I said, hoping to never see her again and aching to plant my cunt on her mouth and ride her to my first ever orgasm.

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Kimberly Park

School sucked. Mrs. Masters was wearing this low-cut top. The MILF seemed to get off on the boys perving on her, but she didn’t realize she had a budding dyke in her class that was equally as distracted by her. Then I saw Sascha bending over to flash her perfect ass at some “cute” guys. I cot an eyeful of the thong she wore cupping her pussy.

I wanted to be that thong.

Erika was hanging around with me all day, exuding that sub-continent beauty of hers. All willowy grace. She had worn skinny jeans like me, but she had an ass that was perfect for it. I wanted to just squeeze her rump all day long.

And could I masturbate at school? No. Just the idea of rubbing one out in the bathroom both disgusted me and terrified me. It was so dirty but also, what if I got caught?

So I was a ball of horny lust when I got home. No Andrew or Sandra around. I closed my door, ripped off my clothes, and sighed as I glanced at my boyish figure in the mirror. I sighed and threw myself on my bed.

I opened my phone. My sister had sent me seven more Instagram and Twitter posts plus Sascha’s newest TikTok video. I opened that, staring at the naughty cheerleader looking all sexy as she twerked and danced, her skirt flaring up to flash her ass, that thong hugging her pussy.

“Fucking bitch,” I hissed as I rubbed at my cunt. “Ooh, I would slap that ass, Sascha.”

But it was a TikTok video, so it was over too fucking fast. I threw my phone on my nightstand by my alarm clock. I shuddered, needing to cum so bad. I was primed. I didn’t need to waste time getting to PornHub. I could get off with my imagination alone.

I closed my eyes, picturing Sascha jiggling that rump in my face. “Spank my ass, Kimberly. I’m such a mega-bitch. Just punish me for being such a whore!”

“Yes,” I moaned, my fingers sliding through my thick bush to rub at my virgin pussy. I stroked up and down my wet labia, my juices coating my digits. My spicy aroma swelled, filling my nose. “I’ll spank that fucking ass.”

“No, no, spank mine,” purred Sandra. She was bending over beside Sascha. “I’m a cunt, too. My advice is so bad. Just slap my ass.”

My sister’s bubbly rump jiggled beside Sascha’s. I shuddered, my fingers rubbing at my clit. I rubbed it in fast circles, my masturbatory fantasy drifting. Erika appeared beside me, her round and swarthy tits jiggling, so at odds from my pale-olive skin.

“Let me help you spank them,” Erika moaned. “You can eat my pussy out while I slap my hand down on their rumps.”

“Yes, yes, let’s do it together,” purred Mrs. Masters. My blonde and busty teacher was standing naked. “I’m so sorry for cock-teasing the boys. I really wanted you to notice me. I’m tired of being a wife. I want to be a dyke!”

“Teach me to be a dyke,” Mom moaned, her thighs spread wide. Her black bush dripping with her cream. “Eat me out. Relax me. I hate men. Your father was such a pig. Devour me. Show me the ways of lesbians.”

I rubbed so hard at my clit, the incestuous thoughts burning through me. I would feast the hell out of her. Then Andrew appeared in my fantasy. He shuddered and gasped as he became as she, gender-swapped into the version of myself that I wanted to be.

“Look at my big tits,” Andrea said, squeezing her large boobs. A pair of Double D’s. I didn’t need F-cups. “Aren’t they so great, Kimberly? Aren’t I so beautiful?”

“Yes!” I moaned in envy, my finger rubbing at my clit as I went to my gender-swapped sister. She didn’t have a boob job. No, no, this was the real deal. She was a natural woman. I squeezed her big, full breasts in my vision.

“Let’s sixty-nine!” Andrea moaned. “Twincest loving!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching. I was so close to cumming. My wild fantasy burned through me. My bed creaked.

I pictured us in that wonderful sixty-nine. Andrea had the same spicy flavor as my pussy. I rubbed my left hand through my folds and brought those digits to my mouth. I licked at them, tasting my cream and pretending it was my twin sister’s I ate.

My clit burst with sparks. I shuddered on the bed as my orgasm built. I imagined feasting on my twin sister’s gender-swapped pussy. Just licking and lapping at her. My toes curled. I shuddered. Then I squealed in delight.

I came.

My pussy convulsed. I bucked on my bed, my pussy cream gushing out of me. It was insane how hard I came I squealed out in delight, my mind bursting with all the lesbian delights. I wanted to eat out Andrew’s girlfriend Natalie. I wanted to feast on every cheerleader. Lick Mom’s cunt. Finger Sandra. Rim Sascha. Trib with Mrs. Masters. Devour Erika’s snatch.

I wished I could have them all and be gorgeous at the same time.

My orgasm hit this wild peak, my juices soaking my fingers and my bush. I heard a loud, metallic tink as if something had just landed on my nightstand. I panted and stared over at a slender band of gold beside my alarm clock and smartphone.

“What?” I panted, seeing this ring that I had never laid eyes on. My brow furrowed. Where had it come from?

Still trembling from my orgasm, I reached out with my right hand, fingers dripping in my pussy cream. I grabbed it, smearing my juices on the surface. The ring felt warm to the touch and seemed to drink in my passion. I swallowed.

“What the fuck is this?” I held it up and saw an inscription on the inside. My brow furrowed as I read, “May the world that you desire come true. Your admirer. P.”

I stood up and paced in my room, staring at this ring. P? Who the fuck was P? How did this get in my house? My bedroom. I swear this wasn’t here when I set my phone down before I really got into masturbating.

I swallowed as I stared at it. I stroked the outside of it. The ring was still warm. It felt so… inviting. This tingle raced across me. My arms goose-pimpled and my pussy clenched. The urge to put it on swept through me.

It was this powerful compulsion. An itch that reminded me so much of masturbating. That drive that I would have to surrender to eventually. I quivered, licking my lips. My heart beat so fast as I stared at the ring.

Should I put it on? What if it was a trick? Where the hell had it even come from? Was I going insane? This was crazy. Rings didn’t just form out of nothing. They didn’t just appear out of thin air.

“God, what is going on?” I muttered, stroking it. My fingers were dry. It had absorbed all the pussy juices. That was so weird.

I wanted to slip it on my finger. To see it glowing on my left hand like it were an engagement band. A wedding ring. Who the hell was P? That didn’t make any sense. A shiver rippled through me. My butt-cheeks clenched.

The ring neared my fingers. I shuddered, my breath rising and falling. I slid it closer and closer. Sweat broke out on my brow. I must be insane. This was so crazy. I should just throw it away. Throw it out the window. Get rid of it.

May the world that you desire come true. Your admirer. P.

Everything that I wanted… All the women and a hot body. Big boobs. To be gorgeous.

I thrust the ring over my finger.

I gasped as it slid over my ring finger, past the first and second knuckle. It slipped on me like it was meant to fit. I gasped at that, shocked that it fit. My body burned. A heat exploded through me. I threw back my head and gasped.

“What the fuck?”

The heat spread through my body. It concentrated in my tits. I glanced at the mirror and… My chest was ballooning. Tits were growing. My small mounds budded into ripe, round apples and kept getting bigger and bigger until I had a pair of lush melons. Nice Double D’s. More than a handful of tit for a cute girl to play with.

My hair had a glossier sheen to it. My face shifted. The androgyny vanished. I gained plumper lips, more delicate cheekbones, a daintier nose. I stared in awe. My skin was flawless. I shuddered, glancing at my profile and noticing I had a plump rump. I turned and peered at my ass over my shoulder.

I had a booty. I jiggled it, watching those butt-cheeks wiggle.

“Holy fucking shit,” I gasped. I turned back around and stared closer at myself in the mirror. I was gorgeous. I went from a 3 to a 10. Everything about me just seemed so perfect. My limbs lithe, my thighs sleek. “I’m hot. God, I want to bang me.”

Then I heard the front door open. Keys rattled as they fell in a bowl. Mom was home? I glanced at my alarm clock. I had been home for two hours. I blinked in shock. I hadn’t been masturbating that long. Had I been staring at that ring for all this time?

Shit.

“Anyone home?” Mom called.

“I’m home, Mom,” I cried, staring at my new big tits. I squeezed them. I had such big boobs now. This ring had given me the body of my dreams.

“Could you help me put away the groceries I bought?” Mom called.

“Sure,” I said and frowned. I didn’t have clothes that fit me. So I grabbed my bathrobe. I slid it on over my new body. It was thin, and it was clear that I had big boobs beneath it. My nipples poked fat and hard against the teal material. Mom would know.

How would she react to me having this hot body? God, I must be so beautiful that no girl could resist me. Like Angeline Jolie or something. That was what I wanted. For girls and women to desire me.

Another tingle raced through me as I opened my bedroom door. God, would Mom even recognize me? I padded down the hallway into the living area. The kitchen flowed into the dining area and the living room of our apartment. It was a big one, but it still didn’t feel big enough for four people.

“There you are,” Mom said and smiled at me. “You are looking good, Kimberly. Mmm, my hot daughter is always looking good.”

I blinked. She just called me hot? “Uh… you think I’m hot, Mom?”

“I’ve always thought you were hot, honey,” she said, smiling at me. “I’m so glad that you got my tits. The women on your father’s side of the family are so flat-chested. But you… big boobies like Mom.”

“I mean… I just got them.”

Mom laughed. “It does seem like you were just a scrawny ten-year-old, but then puberty came along and you had those in, what, three years. Just gorgeous tits. Be proud of them. You’re going to find yourself a great man with them.”

I swallowed. This was so surreal. “Or maybe a woman.”

Mom winked at me. “That would be fun, wouldn’t it? A woman. You into… what do they call them… MILFs?”

“Uh…” Was my mom… flirting with me.

“Now are you going to help your mother put these away,” she said. She was acting so weird. Not stern like normal. She could be a dragon-mother when angry. Just rip your head off and leave you quivering in fear. But this warmth. This bubbliness. It was like how she was around the few guys she had dated since dad left.

Not that any of them had stuck around long after realizing she had three kids.

“So you think it’s okay if I was with women?” I asked. This was so strange. It was like this ring had made it so I always was hot. That was crazy.

“Oh, sure,” Mom said. “I mean, every guy and girl at your high school must be after you. Prettiest girl I know. You’re going to go so far, Kimberly. Just so far.”

“And you don’t have a problem even if she’s an older woman?” I asked. “You know, someone your age. That’s not weird or creepy.”

“Because you are sixteen?” she asked, rolling eyes. “In Korea, it is common. Older men like young women. And they have wealth. Status. Good match. So why would I mind if it was an older woman you wanted?” She smiled at me. “They probably know how to please that gorgeous body of yours.”

God, she was almost drooling over me. Her eyes glancing down at the cleavage shown off by my robe. Hell, I had cleavage now. I had boobs. A hot body that interested my mother. I glanced down at the ring. It had promised to make the world I desired come true. The world where all women wanted me. Where I was hot and could have however I wanted.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Mom?” I asked, helping her put away the groceries from the reusable canvas bags.

“No, no,” she said as she put away a box of cereal. She hesitated. “But I have masturbated thinking about it.”

That shocked me. “Who did you masturbate to?”

“Now isn’t that a bit… private?” she asked, her heart pounding.

“Come on, Mom,” I purred. “You tell me who you masturbate to, and I’ll tell you.”

Mom swallowed. She gave me an askance glance. Her chest rose and fell, her eyes were a bit… wild. Then she shook her head. “I can’t.”

I put my hand on the small of her back, rubbing her through the silk blouse she wore. “You can tell me, Mom. You can tell me anything.”

A tingle ran through me, my arms prickling with this desire to know.

“You,” Mom groaned. She clutched the can of chicken noodle soup. “I… I masturbate to you.”

Shock slapped me. That was even hotter than I thought.

“It’s that body of yours,” she continued, glancing at me. “I know it’s wrong to have these feelings for you, but you’re just so irresistible. I never wanted to have sex with anyone in my life, but you’re different, Kimberly. You’re just so… so… perfect. Beautiful. Sensual. Those big breasts. Pouty lips. Your ass. Legs. And those dark, sultry eyes. I could lose myself in them.”

“Kiss me!” I gasped, my hand tightening on the small of her back.

Mom moaned as the little prickles of delight washed through me. She cupped my face with her delicate fingers and pulled my lips down to hers. I planted them on hers. My pussy melted with delight as our mouths worked together.

It was a frantic kiss. Both of us released these bottled lusts for each other. Desires that had been coursing through us both had us shivering. I groaned, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. She moaned and suckled on my tongue. She was nursing on it.

So fucking hot.

This incestuous burst of lust shot through me.

This wild ache that rippled through my body from my cunt. It swelled through me.

My nipples throbbed against my robe. I trembled, kissing Mom with such passion. She was such an amazing woman to make out with. My tongue plunged to the hilt in her. I loved what I was doing to her. I savored how she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth.

My cunt clenched. The heat swept through my body as I made out with her. She groaned as her hands gripped my face. She stroked my delicate cheekbones with her fingers. Fire flared from where she stroked me. I had to get out of this robe.

I broke the kiss and ripped open my robe.

“Kimberly,” she moaned at the sight of my body. Then she fell into rapid Korean. “You are so gorgeous. I just want to lick you. To eat you out. Oh, yes, yes, I just want to fall to the floor and feast on your cunt.”

“Do it, Mother!” I moaned back at her in Korea. “Eat my pussy!”

Mom fell to her knees before me as the robe slipped off my shoulders and fell down my body. Landing behind me. Her short bob of black hair swayed around her feverish face. Her dark eyes burned with such lust for me.

She plunged her face into my black bush. The curls rustled over her features moments before she kissed at my cunt. She smooched up and down my slit. She nuzzled into every bit of my twat. Her hands grabbed my ass.

“You taste so good,” she moaned and licked my slit, parting my folds and brushing my hymen.

“Mom!” I gasped. I shuddered at the feel of her licking and lapping at me with such feverish hunger. Finally, a woman was eating my cunt.

My mother devoured my snatch.

The forbidden thrill of the incestuous delight shot through my underage body. I gasped, my tits bouncing and heaving together. The pleasure swept through me. It was just fantastic to enjoy. I groaned, my head tossing from side to side. I whimpered, loving every moment of her licking and lapping at me.

“Oh, that’s it,” I groaned. “That’s just amazing. Ooh, you’re so awesome. Yes, yes, just keep licking at me. Keep feasting on me like that, Mommy!”

“Daughter, your pussy is so delicious,” Mom moaned into my cunt. “You have such a yummy pussy, I am such a slut for your cunt. I love it!”

“I love it, too, Mother!” I gasped in Korean, my body shuddering.

My new big breasts bounced before me. They were so perky and full. My nipples so fat and hard. I grabbed them and twisted. I gasped at how sensitive they were. The pleasure shot down to my twat. My eyes squeezed shut at how great this felt. How amazing it was to have all these wondrous delights surging through me.

I tugged on them as her tongue dragged across my virgin folds. She licked at my pussy with such feverish desire. She moaned as she did. I groaned, loving everything that she did to me. It was perfect. Just amazing to enjoy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, just like that, Mommy. Just like that. I’m going to cum.”

“Drown me!” Mom gasped and grabbed my rump.

She squeezed my ass. She gripped my butt-cheeks with both her fingers. I loved how she massaged my rump while feasting on my cunt. She licked and lapped at me with such intensity. The pleasure of it swept through me.

I twisted my nipples, shooting twin bolts of lightning down to my cunt. My pussy brimmed with such delight. I would have such a huge burst of pleasure. Just drown her in all the cunt cream that was brewing inside of me.

She groaned and lapped at me. She licked with such hunger. Her tongue stroked through my folds. I loved what she did to me. It was incredible having my mother going down on me. My boobs jiggled and shook, my fingers pinching my hard nipples. The pleasure swept through me. I tossed my head from side to side, climbing and climbing towards that next burst of pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, just like that,” I whimpered, my heart racing. “Ooh, you’re driving me wild. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Good,” she moaned and suckled on my clit.

She nursed on my bud. It was so hot. Better than rubbing it with my fingers. I threw back my head and whimpered, the pleasure swelling and swelling in me. The heat grew and grew. I tossed my head from side to side, loving every second of it.

I whimpered as my orgasm hit that bursting point. Her plump lips nibbled on my clit. Sparks burst from it. They sizzled across the puddle of gasoline simmering in my cunt. My orgasm whooshed into a burning inferno.

I came on my mother’s mouth.

“Mommy!” I howled as my pussy convulsed.

My virgin juices gushed out and bathed Mom’s mouth. She licked at me. Lapped. Her tongue stroking across my vulva and labia fed the bonfire burning in me. The blaze swept through my body and set my thoughts on fire.

Forbidden rapture burned across my mind. Incestuous ecstasy consumed my thoughts in a firestorm of euphoria. I bucked and shuddered, the rapture surging through me. I squealed through the bliss, loving every second of this.

“Mommy! Mommy!” I gasped as she licked my pussy cream.

“Kimberly!” she moaned, gripping my plump ass.

She held me tight as I bucked through my orgasm. My tits bounced and heaved. They jiggled before me. I shuddered, black hair sweeping down my back. I burned as hot as I could for one glorious second then the fires died down.

“Mom!” I panted. “Oh, my god, that was the best orgasm of my life.”

Mom pulled her lips from my pussy, rose, and buried her face in between my big tits. She rubbed back and forth, smearing my pussy cream on my tits. My cunt clenched with this wonderful delight. I could do anything I wanted to her.

I could eat her pussy. Fuck her with a dildo. I could make her eat my asshole. The possibilities were limitless. This ring lets me… change things. A shudder ran through me. So many wicked ideas popped into my mind.

I stared down at her and groaned, “I want to see you naked, Mom. I want to eat your pussy. Let’s get to your bedroom and get wild!”

Mom pulled her face from my tits, her lips smeared in my spicy cream. “Yes! I want you to do all those lesbian things to me. Show me how women fuck!”

“Mother, yes!” I groaned in Korean. I grabbed her hands and dragged her down the hallway, my big boobs jiggling before her. She grabbed them. Kneaded them. “Mmm, do you like my big tits, Mommy? Do you like your daughter’s bountiful boobs?”

“Yes,” she moaned, squeezing them.

My tits felt so sensitive this big. So many more nerve endings or something. They were spectacular. I was a whole new girl. Women lusted for me. They all would, and I would enjoy each and every one of them that I could.

The ring had changed reality. It manipulated them. Mind-controlled them. I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I just wanted to have all my lusts satiated.

I threw myself on my mother’s neatly made bed. I quivered, my tits bouncing and heaving. She stared down at me. Her face was still so beautiful. She had matured into a lovely woman, still so youthful looking. She attacked the buttons of her blouse, her short bob of black hair swaying about her face. I squirmed, eager to see those big tits of hers without anything in the way.

She ripped open her blouse. She wore a black bra with a little bit of lace on the edges of the cups. They lifted her tits into two lovely mounds. She reached behind her and fumbled at the fastener. The moment it came undone, her straps slipped. Then her tits fell out.

They weren’t as firm as mine. Softer but bigger. They were glorious F-cups with huge nipples thrusting from oval areolas. They were the same olive-brown hue as mine. I shuddered, smacking my lips and so eager to play with them.

“God, your tits are amazing,” I said. “I love how firm they are.”

As she unzipped her pencil skirt, her tits gained some perkiness. Lost some of their sag to be more youthful tits. Mom didn’t even notice as she glanced down at them. “I know. My mother’s tits sagged to her knees by my age, but these are still firm like I’m sixteen.”

“I know,” I purred. “You have awesome genetics. Look at me.”

Mom smiled. “Both my daughters turned out to have great tits, but yours are far more amazing than Sandra’s.” She licked her lips. “I just want to love them.”

“First, I want to love you. Get that skirt and panties off, Mommy!”

“Yes, Kimberly,” she moaned and shoved her skirt down her thighs. I loved it. My cunt clenched with my excitement. This heat rippled through me as Mom stepped out of her skirt then shoved off her panties.

Her black bush came into view. Her curls sprang out. They were just such delights to witness. I couldn’t wait to have her sitting on my face, just drowning me in pussy cream while she took my virginity with her brush handle.

I glanced at it on her nightstand. Made of ivory, the handle widened in the middle then tapered to a rounded point. That was perfect. It was only right that my mother should take my virginity. She brought me into this world after all.

“Come sit on my face, Mommy,” I purred. “Then grab that hairbrush handle. I want you to fuck me with it.” I squirmed. “I want you to take my cherry. How does that sound, Mommy?”

“Just wonderful,” she groaned. “You really want me to take your virginity? Don’t you want it to be with someone special? A girl you have a crush on? Like Erika?”

I shuddered. “You know that I like Erika?”

She smiled. “I’m your mother. Of course, I know. I’m not sure why you two haven’t started dating. The way she’s always over here, staring at you, trying to give you hints that she wants you, talking about all the Asian models that are hot with big boobs. Like you.”

“But she likes boys,” I said. “She’s so straight.”

“How can any girl be straight around you,” Mom asked, rolling her eyes. “But I guess you are finally realizing the effect you have on us women. So…”

I swallowed. I could have Erika take it, but I wanted to take her virginity. “No, no, you’re plenty special, Mom. I want it to be you. While I’m eating your pussy.”

“Mmm, okay, Kimberly,” Mom purred, sauntering to the bed. “I just can’t say no to my sexy daughter. I’m just such a wicked mother.”

“You are, Mother,” I purred. I could never call her a more informal version of mother in Korean. Always Eomeonim and not Eomma for some reason. “Pop my cherry, Mommy!”

She smiled and grabbed the hairbrush off her dresser. Then she climbed onto the bed, her breasts dangling. I shot my head up and latched onto her nipple. She shuddered and froze as I suckled on her, supporting my weight on my elbows.

I closed my eyes, loving the feel of her nipple in my mouth. That fat nub I used to suckle from as a child. I shuddered, nursing from her with such passion. My tongue slid around her nipple. I stimulated her in such a naughty way.

I wanted her to squeal. To gasp out in rapture. I wanted her to cum on my face.

It would be so hot.

But right this moment, I had her nipple in my mouth. I nibbled on her. Suckled. I loved the rubbery texture of it. I enjoyed how it felt in my mouth. This was such a delight. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. It was so exciting to do this to her.

She groaned as I did. Her head shook. Made all these naughty whimpering sounds. I loved it so much. I wanted her to just keep making all these noises, but I wanted to eat her pussy, too. I had to have that furry muff on my mouth.

I slid my lips off her nipple, making a wet plopping sound. She groaned as I fell back on the bed, my black hair spreading about around me. “Sit on my face, Mommy, and take my cherry.”

“Yes, Daughter,” she said. I loved when she called me Ttal. Daughter. It was so hot.

Mom crawled over me, those lush tits swaying. She threw her leg over me. Her bush appeared dripping with her pussy cream. The tart aroma of her cunt filled my nose. I groaned at that incestuous aroma. My mouth watered as she lowered her twat to my mouth.

Her bush descended until her silky curls spilled over my face. Her thick pussy lips kissed my mouth a moment later. Mommy cream spilled past my lips. I tasted another woman’s pussy for the first time. I licked at that taboo cunt that brought me into this world.

“Daughter,” Mom moaned then gasped as I thrust my tongue into the hole that had birthed me.

I swirled around in that incestuous sheath, loving the taste of her. The tart flavor of her cunt. She moaned, her curvy rump clenching before my eyes. She pressed the hairbrush handle into my bush.

She found my pussy lips. They parted. The rounded tip thrust against my hymen.

“Do it!” I moaned into her cunt and fucked my tongue back into her depths.

“Yes, Daughter!”

Mom thrust the handle against my hymen. My maidenhead stretched. She found one of the holes in the membrane. The end pressed into the opening and ripped my virginity apart. My cherry popped and the handle plunged into my cunt.

I squealed in delight at the sharp pain then soothing heat that followed. My twat clenched down on the handle. A shiver ran through me. I trembled, the heat rushing through me. I licked and lapped at her cunt. I caressed that wonderful pussy with such hunger.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as she pumped the handle in and out of my deflowered cunt. “That’s incredible, Mommy!”

“It is!” she moaned, driving the handle deep into my pussy.

My pussy clenched down on her as she moaned. She wiggled her hips from side to side and ground her twat on my face. My tongue swirled around in her depths. I caressed her silky flesh, loving how she squeezed her cunt down around me while my taste buds soaked in her taboo juices.

She thrust the handle in and out of my cunt. I loved how it was widest in the middle, stretching out my deflowered pussy. My flesh clung to it, the silky friction building and building that orgasm. I trembled, my tongue swirling about in her.

She moaned. Groaned. Her butt-cheeks clenched.

“Daughter!” she groaned as I stirred up her cauldron. “Yes, yes, Daughter!”

“Such a yummy Mommy pussy!”

My cunt gripped the handle, my orgasm building and building with her every plunge into my snatch. She drilled it in hard and deep. I loved every moment of it. I squirmed on my back, my orgasm swelling faster and faster.

I would have such a huge orgasm. My tongue licked at her thick folds, caressing all her delights. She groaned, her butt-cheeks clenching before my face. I loved this so much. I savored her tangy juices as she fucked my pussy with that wondrous hairbrush handle. I hurtled towards my orgasm.

My tongue licked through her folds as she jammed that tapered handle in and out of my pussy. My cunt clenched down on it, my pleasure swelling. I latched onto her clit, sucking hard as her curls tickled my face. She moaned. I groaned.

I burst with rapture.

My pussy convulsed around the hairbrush handle, the pleasure surged through my pussy. I squealed around my mother’s clit while my silky walls spasmed around the hairbrush handle. The rapture surged through my body.

“Oh, Daughter, I can tell you’re cumming,” she moaned, her Korean so beautiful. “I’m going to… to… yes!”

Her tart pussy cream gushed out of her twat and flooded my mouth.

I opened wide and gulped down that wonderful cream. I savored her juices spilling into my mouth as I bucked on the bed, my cunt writhing around that naughty hairbrush handle. My tongue licked at her pussy, flailing against her thick folds as I shuddered through my incestuous bliss.

“Daughter!” she groaned. “You’re so wonderful. Yes, yes, you’re amazing!”

My cunt worshiped that ivory handle. I loved it buried in me, filling me up. I groaned into Mom’s pussy, licking up more and more of her tart juices. I quivered through my bliss, my cunt writhing and spasming around that wonderful hairbrush handle.

I quivered, hitting the peak of my orgasm. I trembled in delight, loving the bliss shuddering through me. It was such an amazing delight. I quivered through the bliss, panting. I felt wondrous. This was the best.

“Mmm,” I purred, staring at my mother’s ass. “I think I’m going to fuck your asshole with the hairbrush handle next. How does that sound, Mommy?”

“Wonderful,” she breathed.

I smiled then heard the door open. From the humming, I knew it was Sandra. It looked like Mommy would have two daughters to love. Sandra’s footsteps headed down the hallway, the bedroom door open.

Mom tensed while I smiled. I felt that ring on my finger. The power it gave me. Oh, I was about to have a lot of fun with it.

To be continued…

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