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Description
Need to unwind? Relief might be closer than you think.
Epsilon © EpsilonTheDerg
Beryl and artwork CC-BY-NC-SA 4.0 Mr. Dr. Sir.
Story
It's the end of a long, stressful day. You finally make it home, immediately starting to undress without a second thought the moment you're through the door with a long, drawn-out sigh. As you start thinking about what to do to unwind, you hear your daughter call out from the other room, welcoming you home.
"That you, mom?"
You find yourself wandering in the direction of her voice as you finish pulling your clothes off, putting on a weak smile as she comes into view.
"Mmh, hey Beryl"
Astute as ever, she notices something's off as soon as she lays eyes on you.
"Aawwh... Mom, you look terrible. Something wrong?"
Your smile drops as you walk further into the room.
"Oh, just... y'know. Long day."
She gives a nod, humming in thought.
"Need a way to relax then, huh?"
"That... would be nice. Thank you."
She comes up behind you, wrapping her big transparent wings around you in a warm hug.
She stands a full head taller than you, leaving you to feel much smaller in an... oddly comforting way. It's like the roles have reversed and she's now the parent, shielding you from the stresses of life with her hug.
You lean slightly against her, letting her body take some of the weight off your feet, as your tail starts to curl lightly around hers--a passive sign of affection. She purrs and leans in to nuzzle you in response, slipping an arm behind and under you to gently pick you up.
"I think I know just the thing~"
You can't help but relax in her arms, helping yourself into her grasp as she begins to carry you off to her room.
She sets you down gently on her bed, sitting on the edge and stripping off her clothes before lying down. She slips a wing under you, pulling you close once again.
She purrs softly, slowly stroking the back of your head. You can't help but purr as well, almost melting against her gentle, comforting touch. You shift yourself closer to her, tails becoming entwined again, and look up at her.
She smiles down at you, giving you a nuzzle before nudging your snout in the direction of one of her big, fat nipples. You know what this means... And given your desperate need to relax, you welcome it. You open wide and approach the nipple, closing your mouth gently around it and beginning to suckle.
She gives a soft moan of satisfaction as your mouth quickly fills with what you know from experience to not be milk, but pure, rich, fatty cream... And yet, you drink it up as if it were just milk, even bringing your hand to her breast to likely massage and squeeze in order to coax more out.
She moans again at your touch, cream beginning to pour freely from her other breast as her huge sheath twitches below, but... She ignores it, just continuing to gently stroke the back of your head while purring away.
Your own purrs get louder as you drink up, forgetting the world around you. Your eyes slowly close as you relax, just focusing on your daughter and the love and care she's offering. Care she continues to offer even as you feel her massive cock steadily harden, coming to rest against your shoulder with a needy throb and a wet splatter of precum.
It's funny, really. Your daughter has such a perfectly sculpted body, crafted from the ground up with massive assets custom-built for relentless breeding and gifted with an insanely insatiable libido to match. On any other day, she'd be wildly hammering that cock away inside you with reckless abandon, desperately trying to turn you into a living cum balloon for just a few seconds of relief from the unbearable pressure in her endlessly overfilled balls... But today?
Today she pushes it all aside for your sake. Even as she struggles to hold back moans, even as her cock throbs harder and harder with more and more need as precum starts to pool on the floor, she just continues to comfort you gently.
Today she isn't Beryl the Sex Demon who can never be satisfied, she's Beryl the Mom, who's calming her stressed-out daughter the best way she knows how... And it's working absolute wonders.
By this point, you're so relaxed that you hardly notice your hand shifting away from her breast and instead coming to rest over one of the rhythmically and enticingly pulsing segments of her length. You just remain focused on her, how her cream feels and tastes in your mouth, and the pleasant, relaxing feeling it instills in you. You could fall asleep like this with enough time.
And sure enough, it starts to come for you all too soon. The last thing you hear before you drift off is her soft voice, almost whispering.
"Drink up, Mom... It'll alllll be okay~"
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