Mothyakodon

//Previous bit
//Talking to Sylvia about daughter boning; tooltip- Talk to Sylvia about the prospect of having sex with Dolores; one-time scene
You try to think of how to approach this topic, but nothing really comes to mind at first. Sylvia can be quite possessive, and she seems fairly protective of her daughter, so you don't know how well she'll take this. Mareth is, after all, a land with wholly different customs to your own, and Sylvia is a bit of an odd one besides. Still, it's the right thing to do, so you start to explain the situation as best you can.

However, the moth-girl just gives you a mildly confused look, as if this was entirely unnecessary. She waves an arm and says, [say: Oh, of course, that sounds like a lovely idea,] smiling pleasantly at you.

This reaction is quite unexpected, but before you can ask for a clarification, she provides one. [say: Well, you just love your family, right? It's... It's been a long time since I've had anything like a family, so I want nothing more than for ours to be as close as possible.] You think you see some shadow of pain behind her eyes, but you can't quite identify its source. And in any case, it's soon gone, replaced by her usual confidence with no trace remaining.

[say: And besides,] she says, smirking devilishly, [say: it's not like you'll be ignoring me now, right?] She punctuates this point by closing the distance between you and sliding a hand up your thigh.
 //New stuff
[Assure] [Brush Off]


[Assure] //tooltip- Let her know that she has nothing to be worried about.
You put your arms around Sylvia and draw her in, awkwardly pinning her against you. The blush on her face makes it clear that she didn't expect exactly this reaction, but she seems to appreciate it nonetheless, swiftly extracting her arms from in between your bodies and wrapping them around you in turn. You whisper your feelings softly into her ear, and with each word, she presses herself tighter and tighter against your [chest].

[say: Thank you, dear...] she says when you're finally finished. [say: I suppose I already knew that, but... it's wonderful to hear it.] With that, she gives you a brief peck on the lips but quickly returns to just hugging you, lightly nuzzling your shoulder.

The two of you stay in this embrace for some time, enjoying each other's warmth, before the moth-girl finally pulls back. Her eyes seem just a bit wet, but from the smile on her face, you don't think that's a bad thing.

[say: Now then, was there anything else?]

[Brush Off] //tooltip- Extract yourself from this situation as quickly as possible.
You somewhat awkwardly slip away from Sylvia, patting her on the shoulder to get her to release her death-grip on your crotch. You give her a fairly noncommittal response, but this doesn't seem to dissuade her in the slightest. Instead, she pushes past your defenses and latches onto you, burying her head in your shoulder.

[say: I love you. I love you.] You give her a pat on the back, and she finally seems to calm down, pulling back with a much softer smile. [say: I trust you completely.]

It takes some time before she's ready to break off, and when she does, her expression seems fixed on her face. However, she has nothing more to say on the matter, instead simply smiling at you and waiting.

Well, that settles that, you suppose.




//Moth FFM; accessed from Sylvia's sex menu; no taurs allowed
[Threesome] tooltip- Ask Sylvia to include Dolores in your next round of lovemaking.
You tell Sylvia that you have a particular idea in mind for how you want to show your [paternal] affection to Dolores. She looks intrigued, and as you start to explain, her smile widens into a devilish smirk.

[say: Hmm, well... That certainly sounds like it could be quite fun... And I'd never say no to family bonding. Yes, [name], let's.]

With that, she plants an all-too-brief kiss on your lips and takes hold of one of your arms, starting to drag you off towards the back hallway and your waiting daughter.

The two of you walk side by side into Dolores's room, interrupting her reading. The younger moth glances up at you, and her expression [if (comforted) immediately brightens|falters a bit]. When she sees Sylvia next to you, however, a slight note of confusion creeps onto her face.

[say: " + player.mf("Hello Mother, Father", "Good [day] to you both") + ", to what do I owe the pleasure?] Before you can think to respond, Sylvia swoops in and draws Dolores into a tight hug, immediately flustering the girl.

[say: M-Mother, what are you... doing...]

Sylvia smirks and replies, [say: Hmm? Just giving you the pleasure you're \"owed.\" Is there anything wrong with that?]

Dolores can't seem to formulate an answer to this, so Sylvia beckons you over with a curved finger, and you happily join her at your daughter's side. You've raised a smart girl, and she clearly knows what's happening, but her mind still struggles with the full implications of her mother's tender embrace. Her eyes flit back and forth, never settling on any particular point, and her hands clasp and unclasp shakily at her sides.

She's so distracted that she doesn't even react to Sylvia starting to disrobe her until her dress is already halfway off.

[say: N-No, I can't...]

The older moth puts a finger to her lips, silencing her. You're quite surprised at how docile Dolores is as Sylvia pulls her clothes up and over her head—she even lifts her arms to allow this. Is she just that obedient, or does she actually want this despite her protests?

Whatever the case, she's now nude in front of you, her young form framed by her loving mother's caress. Dolores tries to maintain some semblance of modesty with two of her arms, but it's quite difficult for her when all four of Sylvia's are free to roam her body. In short order, the older moth has her completely entangled and free for your eyes to feast on. She gives you a knowing look.

You approach, and Dolores [if (comforted) demurely looks down|flinches slightly], but doesn't shy away as your lips move in to meet hers. As your tongues intertwine, you even think you feel a faint moan, but when you pull back, she's still doing her best to remain obstinately stoic. Well no matter, you're certain that she soon won't be able to hide her emotions at all.

[Next]

Now that everything's prepared, you're free to lead Dolores over to the bed and sit down, pulling her into your lap. Like this, your [cock] is sandwiched between her cute little thighs, comforted by her soft, smooth skin. Sylvia stands in front of you, admiring the view as you start to fondle your daughter lovingly. Evidently too excited to wait, she quickly sidles up to you and drops to her knees in front of the bed, gaining access to a much more intimate view.

[say: A-Ah! Nnnnn... nnnot like... Please don't look so cl—]

Her train of thought is completely broken when your mouth finds its way to a spot just below her ear and nips at it. Dolores has no time to recover as you start to trace little kisses down her neck, making her shiver each time your lips depart her skin. At the same time, you shift your hands forward to slide over her small breasts, starting to tease them as gently as possible. Even this slight stimulation is enough to make your hypersensitive daughter gasp and moan, despite her embarrassment at doing this in front of her parents.

While you are quite enjoying this, your twitching prick has been left unattended this whole time. Dolores's dusky thighs do brush against it wonderfully every time she squirms, and so you've been doing your best to make that happen, but you're in dire need of more. Sylvia seems to read your mind, and in short order, she gently spreads her daughter's legs and takes hold of your cock.

She slips it into her mouth, and you're quickly enraptured by her expert oral ministrations. Several times the moth slides all the way to the base and then slowly drags herself back, making ample use of her long, snaking tongue throughout. When she's apparently judged your organ to be wet enough, she pulls it free with a wet pop and starts angling it upwards. Dolores sees this and starts to shimmy her hips backwards a bit, evidently not yet ready for the main event.

[if (comforted) [say: Mmmm... uhm... A-Are we...? I mean, I don't, isn't it...] The two of you make no move to interrupt her, but she never seems find the question she was looking for|But she says nothing in the end, instead electing to look pointedly at the ceiling, or maybe some far-off point beyond it]. Satisfied that it's okay to continue, Sylvia resumes her motion, and Dolores has no more time to prepare before you're pressed against her entrance, lightly throbbing at the contact.

Always a caring mother, Sylvia makes sure that her daughter is fully comfortable by slowly and tenderly rubbing you against her mons, getting Dolores used to the feeling so that she's not overwhelmed when the time comes. It seems to work, as your daughter's breathing does start to slow, and you can feel a hint of wetness every time you brush her lips. Still, she looks quite uncertain about all of this, [if (comforted) though you think you can detect some excitement in her eyes|despite her mother's attentive care]. But Sylvia is also aware of your needs, and so without too much further delay, she lines you up and gently pushes your head in.

The insertion is heavenly. All of that foreplay pays off quite nicely as you easily slide into your daughter's slick slit, enjoying the feeling of her folds caressing you warmly. Despite both of your efforts to loosen her up, your daughter is still quite tense, but with all of the lubrication, you're able to push [if (dick < 8) all the way|fairly deep] inside her tight confines.

After taking a moment to simply breathe and adjust, you start to slowly pump your hips. Dolores shivers and moves a hand to cover her face, but the sounds she makes are clear evidence of her enjoyment of the proceedings. However much you might want to, you stop yourself from letting loose and railing her, opting instead for a loving, romantic pace that soon has her toes curling with pleasure. The older moth-girl isn't getting much attention at the moment, so she starts to stealthily inch towards your crotch.

Seeing Sylvia's movements, you again kiss your daughter's neck, keeping her attention completely occupied while her mother leans in. As a result, she's quite surprised when Sylvia delivers a long, slow lick over your joined genitals, brushing over her clit and drawing a high-pitched cry from Dolores.

You continue your fondling of her chest as Sylvia starts to expertly use her tongue to drive the both of you crazy. It flits and dashes across your union, sometimes stopping briefly to caress a clit or [if (hasballs) lavish a testicle|stroke your shaft], but always making sure to divide its attention equally. One of the older moth's arms find its way to your [if (singleleg) hip|leg] while two of the others snake up your daughter's body, drawing out a sharp intake of breath from her.

You see the last of Sylvia's hands slip down to her nethers, and it's not long before all three of you are panting, grinding, and groaning in familial congress. The room starts to heat up, and you increase your pace, beginning to slap audibly against your daughter's rear. Sylvia's hands dance across your [skindesc], titillating you and driving you onwards, further, as far as you can go until, with one last fervent thrust, you erupt inside of Dolores.

And as you start to orgasm, Sylvia's hot mouth latches onto [if (hasballs) your sack, eagerly sucking away and coaxing as much as possible from you|her daughter's clit, making her inner walls writhe and thrash around you]. You can't help but let out a groan as the luscious treatment causes waves of bliss to pulse through you in time with your spurting member. Dolores has also gone off the deep end, her body at once limp and taut as various strained sounds make their way out of her.

Finally, you're spent. Sylvia dutifully frees your member from Dolores and starts to clean it, sending a mild aftershock through you as her lovely lips drag over your [cockhead]. When she's done with that, she performs a similar service for your daughter, eagerly snatching up all of the stray remnants of your love. For her part, your daughter seems entirely exhausted by this whole affair, apparently unable to move a single limb after being loved so thoroughly.

But despite how drained the two of you are, Sylvia is still raring to go. Having dealt with all of the mess, she now strokes your member lightly, causing faint tingles to run through your body. Her smile looks utterly ravenous, a clear invitation to keep going, if you're so inclined.

[Continue] [Finished]


[Continue] tooltip- You could go for another round.
You return Sylvia's lewd smile, but there's something else to take care of before you can continue. Dolores is still breathing hard in your embrace, one arm draped over her face dramatically. You give her a slight nudge to get her attention, but this doesn't seem to work, and it's only when you shift back on the bed that she comes to attention, almost slipping from your lap in the process.

[say: Ah!] she yelps, looking around wildly. That was actually quite forthright for her, she's usually far more verbose—you don't know if you could have received a better compliment. Soon, however, she recovers her bearings and gives you a [if (comforted) tired|pleading] look.

[say: Ahem. I'd... That was quite exhausting, would you mind leaving me the bed for now?]

But, you inform your daughter, not everyone here has been satisfied. Her confusion is momentary, replaced by dawning understanding as she turns to see her mother almost shaking with desire. You can't make out much from her subsequent mumbling, but the several [say: I suppose]s and such[if (comforted) , along with her frequent, perhaps unconscious glances at your bodies,] are enough for you to proceed.

When your hands make their way to Dolores's shoulders, she manages to suppress a second yelp, but, distracted by this as she is, she's less successful when Sylvia embraces her from the front.

[say: U-Uhm... Mother, I—]

Sylvia cuts her off with a finger on her lips. [say: It's alright. Here, let me show you something.] She drops to her knees in front of you, pulling the younger moth down with her. Dolores is obviously discomforted by being so close to your manhood, but Sylvia specifically directs her attention towards it. Her hands drift up your thighs until they finally reach their target. It's soon enough that you're still fairly sensitive, but Sylvia's soft touch is still easily able to draw a groan from you.

[say: Always remember to be gentle—it's not a race, you can take it slow.] A soft sigh escapes you. [say: Focus on the base of the head, but make sure not to neglect the rest, it's all important.] You feel your whole body becoming lighter. [say: Oh, and [he] [i: loves] when you do this.] Fireworks burst in your head.

She continues instructing Dolores in this way for some time, and little by little, you're rejuvenated, until finally you stand at full attention in front of the two girls. Dolores too seems to have recovered from her brief spell of exhaustion, her eyes now wide and her hands now fidgeting.

Without further ado, Sylvia leads the two of you over to a comfortable spot, her eyes flashing with lust.

[Next]

The older moth's first action is to take her daughter by the hips and gently push her into a sitting position, her legs splayed wide enough that nothing is left to the imagination. Sylvia further blocks any attempt to cover up by dropping to all fours and planting two of her hands on Dolores's thighs,

One hand on the ground for stability, Sylvia uses her last to lightly slap her plush rear which, coupled with the sultry look she gives you over her shoulder, you take as your indication to get started. You quickly join the two on the ground, kneeling behind the moth-girl and bringing your [cock] to bear.

Having confirmed your presence, Sylvia then slides her hand up her daughter's legs to rest right beside her entrance. Your position affords you a delicious view of the proceedings as the older moth begins to slowly, teasingly warm up her precious little girl. Six stick-like fingers carefully pry her lips open, rubbing around and between them, but taking care not to rush things by going too deep. For your part, you simply rub against Sylvia's soft cheeks for the moment, taking everything in. She ends up being more impatient than you, however, one hand reaching back to grab at your hip and pull you closer.

And with everything in place, you push in. This immediately causes Sylvia to let out a moan, which in turn makes Dolores shiver from the breath hitting her directly. As you start to find your pace, Sylvia fluidly mimics your motions, rocking her body in tune with yours. And on one approach, she suddenly kisses her daughter's mons, drawing a breathless gasp from the young girl.

The elder moth swiftly follows this up with further licks, kisses, and caresses before finally plunging into Dolores's depths. It's quite clear how talented she is from the way Dolores almost immediately loses all poise, and you might even feel jealous if not for the way Sylvia expertly twists and shakes her hips, amplifying the pleasure you feel with each stroke. It's quite impressive how easily she's able to handle the both of you, taking extreme care to not let either of her partners feel neglected for a moment.

As you continue your rut, you notice that your actions have a ripple effect—each time you thrust into Sylvia, the force cascades through her, causing her body to quiver and quake before finally reaching your daughter, where it's released in the form of her quiet little gasps. A devious idea starts to form in your mind.

Unable to shake this thought, you pull back, drawing your cock out of Sylvia until only the head remains and then staying still for a moment. Just when the moth-girl shows the slightest sign of impatience—an almost imperceptible wiggle of her rump—you suddenly slam back in at full force, the impact stinging you just a bit. This causes Sylvia to moan out much louder than any times previous, and Dolores in turn looks like she's been hit by a surging wave, her eyes almost bulging out of her head as she struggles to breathe properly. You don't let up, and neither does she, the two of you each going all out until, with her own muted cry, Dolores grabs her mother's head, clenches her eyes shut, and cums.

The sight of your climaxing daughter is too much, and you let go, slamming your hips into Sylvia. You press yourself as tightly as possible against her, your spasming cock fully ensheathed in her heavenly folds as you grind against her rear. Trapped between two partners who've already gone over the edge, Sylvia is soon to follow, her cry of pleasure muffled by your daughter, but her tremulous twitching still a good indicator of her orgasm.

The three of you stay like this for a timeless moment, fully connected, bodies completely attuned to each other as you together ride out your concordant highs.

[Next]

As you start to come down, you meet Dolores's eyes, [if (comforted) and for once she doesn't look away, instead holding them there, half-lidded, staring into yours. You suppose she's simply too blissed-out to be embarrassed right now|although she quickly looks away, seeming somehow deflated despite her recent climax]. However, the moment quickly passes as Sylvia suddenly straightens up and turns her head to lock lips with you.

It's several minutes before [if (dom > 50) you finally pull back, and when you do|Sylvia finally lets you go, and when she does], you see Dolores asleep on the floor, limbs splayed and chest rising steadily. You suppose that might have been a bit much for her, but [if (comforted) you imagine she won't have any complaints in the morning|it was well worth it].
//merges below

[Finished] tooltip- You're definitely done for now.
Unfortunately for her, you can't give Sylvia what she wants, and you do your best to communicate this around your heaving daughter. She herself doesn't seem to have anything to add, and eventually, her panting does become lighter, and you realize that she's fallen asleep in your arms. When you look back up to her mother, you see only a maternal smile.


//Merge
Sylvia helps you slide the young moth into bed and tuck her in safe and sound, her even breathing bringing the room an air of peace and serenity as you sit there with the moth-girl, just relaxing. Eventually, it's time to go, but you make sure to kiss Sylvia once more before you leave.