Mortal Kombat: Mother's Day (Patreon)

“We who are about to die salute you, Empress Sindel! May our bodies find favor with you!”

They always did.

I sat on my throne, holding back on giving them the order to fight while I leered at the pair of them. Sonya Blade and her wayward daughter Cassie looked very much alike, but different enough to be interesting. Very interesting. Sonya was more solid, with thick muscle hardening her biceps and thighs, tightening her core into solid abs.

Cassie was younger, more wispy, though only in comparison to her mother. Her sylphlike frame flowed along slender arms, tawny legs, her flat and toned belly. She was even a few inches taller than her mother, as if to further emphasize the deceptive delicacy of her physique in contrast to Sonya’s athleticism.

Both wore only a few straps to give them a mocking hint of modesty. Thongs pulled taut across the cleft of their buttocks, showing off all the firm globes of their gorgeously tanned cheeks: Cassie’s small and tight, Sonya’s thicker and more substantial. Both were creamy and unblemished, smooth as silk, with not an ounce of fat despite the difference in size. And the straps rode up either side of their asses, framing them inside of garter belt and thong and the tops of their stockings—baring them like perfectly wrapped gifts. Only I had no need of these gifts; I could afford to waste them in Mortal Kombat. No, I had Mileena and Jade and my crown jewel…

Perhaps it was my motherly eye, but Kitana didn’t look more than a few years out of her teens. Her naked body was lithe, lean, and firm, with no scars to spoil the flow of her flesh. Her long, two-tone hair came down almost to her waist, where her shorn crotch left no hint as to whether it was her natural color or not. It wasn’t. I’d ordered her to dye some white into her dark hair to better match me.

Her face was nice, though not spectacular like mine. She had big eyes, an aquiline nose, and full, sensuous lips she continually pursed. No wonder she always hid them behind a mask. It was impossible to see that ripe mouth without wanting to kiss it—or at least making it kiss something.

Her full breasts were each more than a handful, at least for me, with large pink areolas under pointed nipples. Her belly was flat, her hips were round, and she had a nice ass with enough meat on it to jiggle as she walked, even with all her taut, well-exercised physicality. Between her firm thighs were her swollen cuntlips, the wine-purple labia hiding the rich pink color inside. I felt torn between my desire to make her expose herself to me and my want to keep her to myself, not even letting Cassie and Sonya see that sweet treasure of hers.

I compromised, patting my leg to tell her to sit in my lap, where it didn’t matter anyway—I had the feel of Kitana’s naked body and the knowledge that she was just waiting for me to use her, tortured by the anticipation. I could never hurt her as bad as making her wonder how long it would take for me to fuck her. Never please her more than finally giving in and letting her have a mother’s love.

I ran a hand through her hair, greatly enjoying its softness, than wrapped my own hair around Kitana’s neck like leash and collar. She gagged a little as I gave her a loving choke, then laid off the pressure. Knowing I had her in my grasp, I turned my attention to Cassie and Sonya.

“Fight,” I told them, and they went at each other like hated enemies. But of course they did. I had been with Cassie last night, neglecting Sonya, and told her I intended to fuck her mother the next day.

Now they fought over me as much as for me. A little pathetic, as they were only receiving the table scraps of the affection I’d give my daughter. Why would I ever want two commoners as more than novel playthings when I could have someone as perfect as I am?

I didn’t sit in some high tower where I would need half the action described to me, but right in the front row. What a spectacle. I could see every drop of sweat, every rippling muscle, hear every grunt and moan. My pussy hadn’t been so hot in ages and I kept it at a fever pitch by stroking Kitana’s naked body. Feeling her bare flesh was even better than masturbation.

And it was just as good to look at her gorgeous form as it was to feel it, but I didn’t give her any attention, blindly exploring her while my eyes enjoyed the sight of mother and daughter grabbing and hitting and groaning at each other, wearing only the skimpiest of ‘clothing’ to do it.

I saw Cassie pin her mother down. Her hands slid all over the big, firm buttocks of Sonya Blade. They were practically naked, leaving them only a hairsbreadth from making love. I knew Cassie could feel Sonya’s flushed skin, fleshy buttocks, the thick growth of her pubic thatch, and the wetness of her pussy.

I bounced Kitana up and down on my knee. With my thigh between her legs, she was forced to join in my sexual excitement. I knew she wanted, as badly as I did, to open her pussy and spread her legs and take a few fingers inside her hot sex. Maybe the fingers of one of those gorgeous blonde Amazons who were dominating each other in the ring, twisting and turning, scratching and gripping at each other, circling around and around, grabbing and clawing whatever they could touch.

Sonya got her daughter into a full-nelson. It was a solid hold, but Cassie refused to yield. This I found a little boring—Sonya didn’t think to rub her pussy against Cassie’s ass while she had her held captive and I didn’t feel like ordering them to. I wanted them to be that perverse on their own; it would take much more time to break them down to the point where they performed as I wanted. But then, they hadn’t always been addicted to my cunt either. There would be plenty of time to properly mold them into good little toys like my Kitana was.

“You’re ready to fuck, aren’t you, Mother?” Kitana asked, such a good girl, grinding her pussy down onto my leg.

I loosened my hair’s hold on her throat to give her some leeway. “You have a filthy mouth for a royal,” I told her.

She didn’t reply—she knew by the tone of my voice that she had pleased me and that was all that mattered. Taking a pillow from her seat at my side… the one she never used, as she was always either kneeling at my feet or in my lap… she flopped down on her back with the pillow under her ass, hoisting her pelvis up in the air for my inspection.

Although that wet cunt of hers could never fail to meet with my approval, so it was more like she was just offering me what she knew was my favorite feature of hers. No, not her cunt itself. How wet she got, knowing I was going to use her.

Peering at the wetness between her thighs, I licked my lips. My tongue already ached to fuck her. It’s not quite as prehensile as my waist-length hair, but it would certainly do for Kitana’s sensitive little slit.

I dropped down between Kitana’s legs, pushing my lips against those of her cunt, but they weren’t meant to be kissed. They were meant to be tasted. I felt her juice run down my chin. When I licked her again, my own saliva was warm on her folds.

She moaned and reached down to grab at my head, but I gave her throat a warning squeeze with my hair. She wasn’t in control here. I wasn’t even going to listen to her opinion. I knew what pleased my good little girl.

My hands went up until they were at her breasts, where I groped her as much as I pinned her down. Her nipples jabbed at my palms. I rubbed at them. It amazed me how stiff they felt at first, yet they still got harder and harder the more I stimulated her.

But that wasn’t enough for me. I pushed my tongue into her, sliding it through her petals and inside of her body—inch after inch. I worked it like a man would take a woman. And between where the tip of my tongue was and what my hands were doing, Kitana soon screamed in delight.

“Oh yes, fuck me with your tongue, fuck me right there!” she cried. “I don’t need a man, Mommy, I just need you!”

I strove to give her what she needed. My tongue surged in her cunt, filling her with all the twists and undulations I could fit in her. From the way her hips snaked around, her pelvis pumping, I knew she was enjoying herself.

The deeper I licked into her sex, the richer the taste was. When she lifted her legs up off the ground and wrapped them around the head, I allowed it—her cunt opened for me until I felt like I was touching the very core of her with my tongue. My lips sealed to her slit.

The more I ate her out, the more my own womanhood convulsed. My thighs gleamed from the lustful flowing of my pussy. The air reeked of my arousal and hers; it smelled as good as it tasted. But poor Kitana was missing out on some of the fun. I was enjoying her cunt, but she wasn’t getting to enjoy mine. I gave her slit one last kiss then came up to mount her.

Our bodies slid together, trading sweat as we embraced. My breasts pulsed against her own heaving chest. The friction of our tender skin together drove us both mad. Our nipples pushed together, our bellies rubbed… everything in us played lasciviously in the same symphony. But I was the conductor. I held her tightly, pressing my tongue into her mouth and showing it the same passion I’d given to her cunt.

Her legs were open to me, tempting me. I fit my body between them, pushed my crotch into the well of her thighs like a man. The lips of my cunt and the jut of my clit rubbed maddeningly against the turgid opening of her sex, the friction wet and rough, making us both keen. I drove against her groin like a man would fuck her, grunting, melding my cunt with hers. She grunted too. Both of us were lathered with arousal, practically boiling.

I heard the wetness of her juices, copiously running down her thighs. The slap of my loins to hers, proving how damp she was, thrilled me. Naked flesh rutting against naked flesh. It sounded as good between us as it had coming from Sonya and Cassie.

The, as if to complete what we were doing, Kitana wrapped her legs around me. Pulled me to her with her closing thighs. I gave into the needing pressure she put on me and put all I had into going with her seeking grip, rubbing my swollen clit up and down and back and forth on her sex until we were both gasping orgasmically.

Everything was happening between us, outside us, but I could tell by how Kitana shuddered that she loved how I was fucking her. And she was being fucked. The only thing a man had that I wanted to use on her was cum. I would really have liked to pumped an ocean of seed up into her.

After all, what mother doesn’t want grandchildren?