>>2042023Sunday comes faster than you'd like, Pekora is adamant you meet her mother. The NEET girl was living with her until she moved in with you, and is still very clingy. You're running a little late, following a full 45 minute shouting match over you wearing a tee shirt with Tokina Sora across, you finally relented and are wearing your finest formal wear, a fresh out the packet 3XL Hatsune Miku shirt. Pekora is fidgeting the entire train ride over, repeatedly messing with your hair and trying her best to push your gut under your belt (to no avail). Arriving at the house, she grabs you by both hands and looks up into your eyes, clearly full of desperation.
>"Anon-kun, please, please be on your best behaviour. Mama has always been really worried about me, and I want her to know how happy I really am. Please don't do anything to embarrass me, PLEASE." "Don't worry Peko-chan," you respond, "I'm treating this as if I'm meeting the Emperor himself.
Clearly still full of doubt, probably not helped by your fedora, Pekora opens the door to the house. "I'm back" she shouts into the hall, and a woman comes out the kitchen. "oh this must me anon-kun" Pekomama says, and you bow to her, saying "It's very nice to meet you Usada-sama".
"SAMA!" she exclaims merrily, "no no if my Pekora-chan love you then I want you to call me mama too!" she says, Pekora herself turning crimson with embarrassment. "Well then, it's very nice to meet you, mama" you say to Pekomama. Your gaze is drawn to her dynamite body, having the same rough proportions as her daughter but filled out in all the right places from childbirth. Pekomama returns to what you assume is the kitcken, as the smell of home cooking hangs heavy in the air. Pekora looks at you, pleading with her eyes to be as normal as you can be. "Don't worry Peko-chan, she clearly likes me" you tell her, then slap her ass so hard she is briefly forced onto the balls of her feet. Pekora stares daggers through your soul, as you enter the kitcken.
Dinner passes quickly, Pekomama asking the usual questions, how you met, what you do for work etc, laughing off "we met on an imageboard" and "I trade in rare anime figmas" as jokes, even if you were completely serious. Pekora never shifts to shade less than bight red the entire time, trying her best to maintain an air of normalcy. As Pekomama starts to bus the plates from the table, you decide to make a good impression and help with the dishes, if only to get a little closer to her. Pekora excuses herself to the toilet, and you snuggle up close to Pekomama as she does the dishes.
You decide to seize the moment, and grab a handful of rabbit-milf ass. Pekomama gasps in surprise, but doesn't move away. "What about Pekora?" she asks, "Forget Peko, I want to taste the real deal" you tell her, pulling her dress up over her ass, exposing surprisingly sexy panties. You push them aside, fingering Pekomama as she struggles to finish the dishes, quickly soaking herself through. "A little pent up are we?" you ask playfully, mama only responding with a low moan. You (carefully) drop to you knees and take a good long lick from the cunt that birthed your gf. Delicious. "We don't have long" mama says, "Peko will be back any second". She's right, you quickly release your cock from your Hoshou Marine boxer shorts and line up for a quickie, doggie style over the dirty dishes.
You rub your cock along mamas soaked pussy, lubing yourself from tip to base almost instantly, this rabbit is still a sexy little bunny after all. You thrust in, and enter her asshole by accident. "AaaaaaaAAAAAAhhhHHH" shouts pekomama, as you work your way into her anus. Too late now, time is of the essence you think, working up a steady rhythm. Good thin you have shit stamina, as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly, and you're sure Pekora will catch you at this rate. Pushing your entire (not inconsiderable) weight into driving your cock as deep as you can into mamas ass, you cum, mama apparantly cumming as well as she moans loud enough to echo through the kitchen.
"MAMA! ANON!" You hear a voice behind you, pulling your still erect cock from mamas asshole, you turn to Pekora standing in the doorway. She's dumb, but you figure she's figured out what's happened already, no ones that stupid. Tears streaming down her face already "why?" is all she can manage between sobs. "Why contain it?" you respond, walking across the room with your still erect cock covered in her mothers shit and your cum bobbing gently the whole way. "Clean me up" you demand. Pekora, by now completely broken to this way of life, knowing that you'll happily go back to just playing Apex 17 hours a day and leave her alone again, drops to her knees, and starts sucking your clean, clearly gaggin on the taste of her mothers ass. One big happy family after all, you think to yourself, as mama rushes past, also crying, probably to clean herself up. Or rather, she better be cleaning herself up, you laugh to yourself
