izma incest

//Another option for the Izma's-children-experimenting scene, if you have a vagina

[Demonstrate] {tooltip: Show them how it's done.}

That may be so, but if you left your daughters to their own devices, who knows what they'd do. The only way to ensure it's safe and fun--for everyone, you make sure to point out, your hands slipping ever-so-briefly under the leaves of her skirt--would be to guide them as only [if (feminine pc) two mothers|their parents] can. It only takes her a moment to understand, but you can actually watch the blush creep across Izma's face[if (futa izma)--and her erection press against her skirt--]as she silently considers your daughters' progressively less innocent play.

[if (first time) Each breath you take only causes you to worry more. Was that too far? Though she did say it was harmless...

After what feels like hours|Before you're even aware of her movement], Izma's hand slips into your own, and you lead her over to your two daughters. Both of them let out a surprised squeak at the sudden appearance of their parents, immediately letting go of each other and scrambling away, though their flushed, panting faces make it a little hard for them to feign innocence. They reluctantly come as you call them, already mumbling out their apologies as they [if (shorter than them) avoid meeting your eyes|if (singleleg) stand before you|line up at your feet].

Your smaller daughter looks up in confusion when Izma pats her head. "Curiosity is nothing to be ashamed about," she explains, giving you a hesitant look[if (futa izma)--though her straining cock makes it clear where her mind really is]. "And we, uh, want you to have the best experience you can."

With that thought in mind, you [if (high corruption) send one of your daughters to get a blanket, while the other looks nervously on.|head back to your [cabin] for a blanket, leaving your confused daughters alone with their mother.] When [if (high corrupt) she returns|you return], the two shark-girls whisper among each other, occasionally sneaking glances at Izma and you, though they quickly go quiet once [if (naked) Izma slides off her top and skirt|both of you toss aside your clothes]. Four hungry eyes watch as you spread out the blanket and help Izma down, your daughters shuffling ever-so-slightly closer when they think no one's looking.

It seems like your little girls take after [if (high libido or corruption) you|Izma], after all.

Both of them sit in silence, entranced by your lips tracing out the muscles in their mother's shoulder, only leaning in closer when you brush across her neck, and Izma [if (futa izma)'s cock throbs as she] shivers in delight. Whatever hesitance she originally had melts away as your fingers map out the definition in her back, teasing her tail gently before gliding across her ribs. She groans in satisfaction--disappointment?--when the warmth of your breath washes briefly over her breasts as you dip lower, not stopping until your lips rest on her well-muscled stomach.

Heavy breathing followed by a thump prompts you to take a quick glance at your girls and reveals they've taken a more hands-on approach to the lesson, mirroring your movements on each other. Or... at least that's how you assume they ended up on the ground, each shark wriggling in an attempt to reach the other's belly.

Your daughters turn even redder when they discover you watching, but still come when you beckon them, climbing atop a rather surprised Izma with undisguised lust in their eyes. [if (first time) Is this the first time they've ever felt this way? It|They learn so well, and it] makes you proud to be the one to teach them, the [(random) smaller|bigger] shark feeling your [if (shark skin, is this a thing?) familiar rough skin|[skindesc]] with curiosity. She smiles shyly as your lips brush her cheek, her sister giggling at her reaction--until Izma's hands run up her thighs and send her squirming with desire.

Seems the two of you have differing opinions on how to teach them.

But you're the alpha here, so you brush away Izma's fingers and pull your other daughter closer. They blush and look away from each other as you shower them with affection, trailing kisses down their cheek, stealing the lightest nibble at their lips before pulling away. No more for them: it's their turn now.

Your daughters reach out for each other, nervous and trembling. Not even Izma gently stroking their backa calms their nerves--it's only when their lips meet and the two shark-girls lean into the kiss that they forget about the world. Forget about everything but the girl beside them--and you find it easy to do the same when Izma's arms wrap around you, her wetness obvious against your back.

The crack of her tail on your [ass] catches the attention of your girls, and the intensity in their eyes is [if (low corruption) a little unnerving, though you quickly stop caring when|exhilarating, though it's hard to concentrate on them when] Izma circles around to your front. Not a second later she lowers herself [if (not singleleg), pausing while you spread your legs,] until she hovers near your entrance, as if waiting for your command. Your daughters rush over beside her, wonder on their faces as Izma's fingertips brush over your most sensitive skin and your body shivers in response.

You nod and Izma eagerly responds, diving into your folds and teasing apart your lips with her tongue before slipping inside. You grip [if (singleleg) her hair|the blanket] as she seeks out your favorite spots, brushing gently against them before her experienced touch grows unsteady. Wondering [if (corrupt) what's making her stop|if anything's wrong], you glance down, only to find your [(random) older|younger] daughter nudging her mother aside, her mouth tracing all around your entrance as she cleans up your arousal, her enthusiasm more than making up for her inexperience as she drinks her fill.

Electricity rips through you as she brushes against your [clit], and your little girl peeks up in concern. "Sorry, [Dad]," she mumbles, and you fear she might cry. "I didn't mean to touch it."

Her worries fade away when you lift her up, the shark relaxing in your arms as you explain how it actually feels good. Though she doesn't seem entirely convinced at first, you suspect she understands by the little whimper she makes when your finger gently touches her own. Especially so when you put her down and she [if (not singleleg) dives back between your thighs|hurries back to her previous spot], taking your aching clit into the warmth of her mouth and not stopping until you're squirming beneath your daughter's lips. Her passion alone is almost enough to bring you over the edge--and the tiny fingers hesitantly sliding inside definitely are, your body clenching around her hand as her eyes widen in surprise.

Maybe you ought to be ashamed at your daughter getting you off[if (corrupt) so quickly], but looking down at her adorable face, drenched in your sweat and your juices, the only thing you want to do is hold her close. Her warmth presses against you, and the little shark sighs contently as you stroke her tail--at least until your fingers slip down to her own already-soaked entrance and she grinds back against your hand, quickly understanding how to get her pleasure.

But... what about your other daughter? She's nowhere to be seen, but by the time you start to get a little [if (corrupt) annoyed|worried], you spot her tail peeking out from between the legs of a flushed Izma. That clears <i>that</i> up, you suppose, and seconds later you hear Izma cry out under her breath, just before a very messy shark-girl pokes her head out over her mother's body. She quickly rushes over to meet her sister, and the two of them whisper excitedly as they run off behind your [cabin].

You suspect neither of them will get much sleep tonight.

[if (first time) "That was... I don't know why I doubted you, Alpha,"|"That was... Every time they get better,"] Izma says with a shaky sigh. "Maybe we can [if (more than two shark girls) teach the rest|have some more] one day?"

You only give her a noncommittal smile as you [if (not naked) dress yourself and] leave the flustered tigershark alone.