Hazel carried her daughter out of the den, barely paying mind to her husband with young Elsie on his lap. She was through watching the silly movie they had chosen and now only wanted to bond with her child. Brie was light and slack in her arms and her daughter’s body was hot and damp against her bare breasts.

Brie’s heart beat in an anticipation she didn’t quite understand. She felt as though something grand was in store for her upstairs, but she wasn’t sure what. All she knew for sure was that she was going to get more of that strange syrup. She was already woozy from cuddling her mother on the chair, and watching her father massaging her friend felt salacious. Brie was very turned on and she knew that she would have to masturbate again soon to satisfy her super-orgasmic condition, but for now, it felt right just to be close to her mother.

They climbed the stairs to the second floor and went to Brie’s room where Hazel laid her daughter on top of the bed and rummaged in the nightstand drawer. She pulled out the bottle of medicine and produced the syringe. Brie sat up and watched as her mom inserted the plastic tool into the bottle and pulled back on the plunger, her eyes fixed upon the growing shaft of milky fluid within. Hazel pulled it out and a drop leaked from the tip and slid down the side of the bottle, a slick pearl streaking the glass. She turned to her daughter and said, “Alright, open wide, Brie baby.”

Brie threw herself back on the bed and whimpered, “Mommy, I don’t want to drink it.”

“Honey, isn’t this what we came up here for? I thought this was what you wanted.”

“I— I do want it…” Brie hesitated before continuing, “but I want to play with it.”

“Play with it? Won’t it go to waste?”

Brie hesitated, “I don’t know, but Mommy, I think it will help. Yesterday, you said to listen to my body, and my body is saying to put the medicine on me.”

Brie looked up at her mother with puppy dog eyes and Hazel caressed the girl’s face. She was willing to entertain her daughter’s newfound sexual urges as long as she was doing so safely. She wanted her child to get the most of it. “You’re right honey. I want to do whatever will make you happy.”

“Can… can I play with it on my chest?” The request sounded scandalous in Brie’s head, and even almost silly. She held her breath in anticipation.

Hazel gazed at her daughter for only a moment more before finally acquiescing. “Okay honey, if you think that will make you feel better.” Brie stared, entranced at the syringe, and licked her lips and nodded. “Alright, let’s take off your top and you can lay back.” Hazel clenched the syringe in her teeth and, with both hands, reached over and slipped her fingers under her daughter’s flounce top. She tugged upwards and pulled the bikini over Brie’s head, leaving the girl to flop lazily back onto the bed, her nipples greeting the open air.

Brie rubbed her fingers over them and took in a sharp breath. Each digit felt like lighting as it caressed over the stiff points on her budding breasts. The feeling coursed deep into her lungs and spread down to her honey pot. She moaned softly, enjoying the pleasures of her own body.

Hazel hovered over her, syringe in hand. “Okay, here it comes, baby.” She slowly pushed the plunger in.

Brie watched as a blob of syrup oozed out and dangled at the end of a long, viscous strand. It glided through the air until at last it made contact with her naked chest. It was startlingly cool, and she flinched slightly, but it quickly warmed in contact with her hot skin. Slowly and deliberately, her mother traced the fluid from one nipple, across her scant cleavage, to the other, and back once again until the syringe was empty. Brie’s breath grew ragged as she reached up to touch the stuff. She slid her finger into it and marveled at it. It was silky, almost impossibly slippery, yet somehow it was sticky, clinging to her fingers. She sighed in ecstasy.

“How is it, baby?” Hazel asked, laying down next to her.

“It’s good,” was all Brie could think to say. As her mom laid against her, she rubbed the fluid around her chest, working it in with her fingers, like it was a lotion. She felt it having an effect on her. The electric feelings in her chest grew especially intense as she nestled into the warmth of her mom’s body. She wondered if she was going to cum from this feeling alone. As the essence began to absorb into her flesh, Hazel’s words once again cut through the fog.

“Is it helping, baby? Do you need some more?”

Brie didn’t need to be asked twice. “More.”

Hazel reached for the medicine bottle. As she brought it near, she fumbled it on the slick streak that had spilled down the side and lost her grip. The glass bottle slipped from her fingers and bounced off of her bare tits and rolled onto her stomach. The whole way, it spilled its contents all down the woman’s body, all over her skin. “Oh shit!” she cried out, quickly righting it and returning it back to the night stand. But it was too late. The bottle was practically empty by the time she saved it.

Brie was startled by her mother’s sudden moves and her eyes snapped open with stark clarity. Putting her playtime out of her mind, she leaned up on her elbows and took stock of the situation. Her mother was now covered in the gluey medicine she was supposed to drink. Streaks of it rolled down the mounds of her mother’s breasts, slid off her torso onto the bed, and puddled in her belly button.

Hazel covered her eyes and laughed in embarrassment. “Oh no! What do we do now?”

As Brie considered the question, the only thing she could focus on was how to make the most of all the sticky fluid. “I need it,” she said.

“I’m sorry honey, the only way now is to get it off of me. I don’t think we’ll be able to get it back into the bottle at this point.”

Brie flicked her eyes across her mother’s topless body, feeling a desperation to not let any of the medicine go to waste. She reached out her hand, scooping up some of the fluid with her fingers, and brought it to her mouth. She savored the flavor. Again she did it, this time cupping her hand against her mother’s body and scraping up a small amount that formed a puddle in her palm. She slurped it up greedily and a small amount dribbled down her chin, which she tried to catch with the back of her tongue.

Down below, she felt her vagina begin to throb. She found the wet patch forming in the crotch of her pants cool and distracting. Barely aware that her mother was watching her intently, she slid the elastic band down over her ass to allow her juices to drip freely onto the bed, then kicked off her pants. She turned her attention back to the body in front of her, still coated in that fascinating elixir, and she felt inspired to have it all over her own body. With short breaths, she leaned in closely to her mother’s belly and said, “I need it all.”

She stuck out her tongue to lap up the medicine, but as her head ducked closer, she changed her mind. Instead, she planted her entire face against her mother’s soft flesh and rubbed herself in the liquid directly, like a cat rolling in catnip. Hazel gasped at Brie’s wanton, desperate behavior. Brie moaned lightly, feeling the silky remedy coating her cheeks and nose.

Hazel lustily arched her back, pressing herself against her child, and reached down to grab a fistful of her daughter’s hair on the back of her head. She tugged gently, guiding Brie’s hot face across her skin. She pulled her daughter up to her breasts and Brie shifted her nude body on top of her mother’s.

Between them, the cloudy, sticky liquid lubricated their bodies and Brie slid around on its slickness. The friction of their skin gliding around electrified her nerves and she began to hump her slit against her mother’s tummy. Her pussy continued to exude her own brand of girl cum, adding to the melange of sweat and serum that gleamed over their forms. She urgently began to suck up whatever of the antidote remained on her mother’s breasts, dragging her tongue up and down the soft mounds.

Hazel was enraptured by her daughter’s attentiveness and her chest heaved. She looked down and saw Brie lapping, red-cheeked, at her breasts. Her face was spackled with the spilled medicine and shining with sweat. Strands of the girl’s hair were pasted to her forehead. She looked like she had been on the wrong end of a porno money-shot. Nevertheless, Hazel wasn’t repulsed by the sight of her filthy daughter. In fact, she felt a swell of joy from deep inside her chest, which gave her an intense desire to be ever closer to her child. She pulled the girl up from her chest until they were face-to-face, and just as Brie looked in her eyes, Hazel craned her neck up for a passionate kiss.

Brie didn’t need any encouragement. In fact, she was the first to offer up her tongue in the exchange. They moaned together into each others’ open mouths. Hazel felt the slimy film of the syrup lingering on Brie’s tongue. To her, it felt—even tasted—familiar. It reminded her of the times she and Warrick had brought Ivy into their bedroom. She liked to watch her friend suck off her husband. After Ivy swallowed his sperm, the two women would make out until he was hard again and, there, she would taste the similarly filmy feeling of the remains of Warrick’s cum in her best friend’s mouth.

Brie broke off the kiss and cried plaintively, “Mommy, I want more medicine.”

“Honey, I’m sorry, but I think we’re out of medicine. Everything that was in the bottle is now all over us.”

“What are we gonna do? I need cummies, mommy.”

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” Hazel kissed her child again and and an idea formed in her head. The rational side of her brain thought her daughter would never be convinced, but the instinctual side of her brain felt that it knew better, knew it was the only way. She broke away from her daughter’s lips and said, “You know what? I bet we can make some medicine of our own.”

“We can?” asked Brie.

“In fact, I think Daddy has been able to make the same kind of medicine all along,” said Hazel.

In her state, Brie was easily confused and in no mood for involved thinking. “Mommy, what are you talking about?”

“The medicine you’ve been drinking. I had a taste of it earlier, and I think it’s just cum!”

Brie’s eyes went wide. “Just… cum?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Hazel waffled, “but it looks like it, and it sure tastes like it. And it would make sense that cum would hurry along your orgasms, just like the doctor said.”

“What do you mean?”

“It works for me, too. When I drink cum, it helps me orgasm.”

“Really?” Brie asked, breaking eye contact at the thought of her mother eating her dad’s cum.

Hazel paused before repeating hesitantly, “I don’t know.” But deep in her mind, Hazel did know. She had secrets of her own, and she was positive the cure for super-orgasms was a particular kind of cum.

The two laid against one another for a few moments, breathing heavily. Brie still felt the oven-like heat of desire effervescing within her and her focus turned back toward relief. “I’m so turned on, Mommy, I’m losing control again.”

“It’s okay if you lose control, baby. You have a condition. If you need your cummies, do whatever you need to do to feel better.”

Brie looked up into her mother’s eyes and stammered, “I… I w— I want to try cum. Like you said. Like the medicine. I wanna see if it helps.”

Hazel’s heart beat in her chest and she petted her daughter’s hair. She hoped she was right about this. “Okay, baby.”

“Can we go get Daddy now?” Brie asked.

Hazel shook her head. “Not tonight, baby. Elsie is here, and Daddy is looking after her. It would be very bad for us if Elsie found out. Little girls aren’t supposed to eat their Daddies’ cum.”

Brie pouted. She drew her hand down her body to feel her sex. She explored herself idly with her fingers. It was sticky with her juices and the spilled medicine. She brought her hand up and spread her fingers. Each was connected to the next by strands of the viscous mixture, which bowed under their own weight. She thought about it for a moment and almost dared not ask her next question. “What— what about your cum?” she asked.

“What?” Hazel gulped.

“Can I try your cum?” The girl looked away demurely.

Hazel thought for a moment, her head becoming cloudy at the suggestion. She wasn’t sure if a woman’s cum would have the same effect as semen. After a long moment, she swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded almost imperceptibly. “We’ll have to keep it our secret. Can you keep it a secret?”

Brie nodded in return, “Yes.”

“You can’t tell Daddy, either. He wouldn’t understand. He would get mad.” Hazel gazed back and sighed. From below her daughter, she craned her neck up and kissed Brie’s slimy forehead.

With her mother’s approval, Brie wasted little time and pushed herself up from her mother’s body. She slid slowly downward, dragging her drooling slit along the length of the woman’s belly, creating a wet trail along the way that gleamed in the dim light of the room. As her pussy made contact with her mother’s swimsuit-covered mound, she instinctively followed her feelings and pressed her hips in to Hazel to put pressure on her clit. Hazel moaned, feeling a similar pleasure lighting up her own nerves. Brie considered keeping it up, humping her mother, taking herself over the edge right then and there, but the promise of her mom’s brand of “medicine” kept her set on her goal.

She slipped herself over Hazel’s hips and with small pecks, kissed her way downward from the mounds of her tits and across her tummy. She tasted the foreign flavor of her own juices, with which she had streaked her mother’s soft belly. It didn’t taste like the medicine in the bottle at all, and she wondered if her mom would also taste different. She dwelled there for a bit, savoring the taste of her own essence before she continued on. At last she was face to face with Hazel’s bikini bottoms.

She breathed in, inhaling her mother’s scent. It, too, was very unlike the medicine, but she was intoxicated by it all the same. She gazed at the tempting mound beneath the fabric, and noticed the subtle dip in the middle, where her mother’s plump labia came together.

She dragged her hands across Hazel’s upper thighs, massaging her legs and teasing out her intentions. The girl’s sex-driven mind was so flimsy that she didn’t give second thought to what she planned to do to her own biological mother. Her hands wandered across the central fabric of the suit and she pressed her thumb into the crevice in the middle. Hazel gasped aloud and covered her mouth, moaning loudly into her hands. Brie smiled mischievously to herself and wiggled her digit back and forth. Hazel thrashed on the bed and cried out, “Oh baby, you’re torturing me!”

Brie giggled quietly and released her thumbhold on her mother’s clit. Hazel convulsed, her hips impulsively searching for her daughter’s fingers, then fell back onto the sheets and whimpered. She felt strangely submissive to her charge. She was not used to being so out of control, but she dared not stop her child’s exploration.

Brie reached for the two side-ties on the bikini bottoms and pulled them until they released their knots. The strings hung limply at Hazel’s hips and Brie savored the moment. She was going to see her mother’s pussy up close for the first time since she was birthed. With a deliberate pace, she slowly reached her fingers up to the waistband of the bikini, hooked them in, and pulled them down, exposing the delicate folds of her mother’s rubescent sex to her virginal gaze.

Brie was not disappointed. Her mother’s vulva was shining and slick. She thought she could see it throbbing ever-so-slightly, but that may have been the blood rushing to her head affecting her vision.

Hazel could feel Brie’s hot breath across her mound and tossed her head back on the pillow, pushing her hips upward. “Brie baby, what are you doing to me?”

Brie looked up at Hazel as the woman arched her back upwards. With lusty, slit eyes, she stated, “I’m gonna eat your cunny, Mommy.” Her mouth was watering almost as much as her mother’s hole and she spit a string of saliva onto the engorged clitoris before her. Finally, she dove her head in, lapping up the tangy juices flowing from the gash in front of her.

Hazel thrashed again, but tried to keep her pussy centered on her child’s mouth. By this point, she had long been close to cumming, and she knew that there was not much more she could take of her daughter’s oral assault before she exploded into orgasm. She moaned loudly and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what would happen if her husband walked in on her at this moment and caught her with her child lapping at her nether region. Again she covered her mouth to keep quiet, but her squeals nevertheless filled the room. As she neared ecstasy, the hairs on her arms began to stand on end as if the whole room was charged with electricity. She pulled herself together enough to look down her body at her young daughter licking precociously at her cunt, her small tongue darting in and out like a kitten drinking milk from a saucer. “You’re doing so good, baby, just keep going. You’re going to give Mommy cummies.” Brie’s big eyes flashed up to meet her mom’s and the wanton lust and adoration in them pushed the woman over the brink at last.

Hazel’s body stiffened and a hot wave of pleasure spread from her trembling pussy throughout the rest of her body. Her moans cut short as she inhaled sharply at the gratification and, briefly, the only sound remaining in the room was that of Brie slurping up her mother’s savory juices. But soon her cries split the air once again: “Oh! Fuck! Oh! Oh, Baby!”

She rolled her hips wildly, which caused her daughter to become detached from her clit. She reached down and clamored for Brie’s head with both hands, guiding her back to the flaring hot spot between her legs. Brie, too, reached her hand up and hooked two of her fingers into her mom’s juicing tunnel for stability and marveled at being up inside of her mother once again. Hazel thrashed left and right, wailing into the palm of her hand, feeling her daughter’s fingers invade her vulva.

Finally the elder Nova’s orgasm began to subside and her mind slowly drifted back to reality. Her lips and cheeks began to tingle, and she smiled to herself, satisfied. She and her husband were used to being sexually experimental, but her open-mindedness had once again broken unexpected, new ground. She now had a deeper mother-daughter bond than she ever believed was possible.

She wondered if Warrick might find it inappropriate, but she steeled her resolution, determined to allow her daughter to do whatever she needed to do to stay healthy, and to guide her down the path to fixing her condition. She panted and glanced down to her hips once again, as Brie continued to indulge in the “medicine” her mom produced, cleaning her reddened, puffy labia and glossy inner thighs with her tongue. Her nerve endings became sensitive in a different kind of way, and Hazel giggled and squirmed, ticklish under her child’s attentiveness. She tried to get away, but Brie pursued the fleeing slit, pleading, “More medicine.”

Wherever Hazel scrambled, Brie followed, and the older woman knew there was no escape as long as her daughter remained in her cum-hungry, pre-orgasmic state. Finally, Hazel took Brie and rolled the young girl underneath her, reversing their positions and putting her own weight on top of her daughter’s diminuitive frame. Brie fussed and whined, struggling to get free.

Inside her head, Brie’s mind was all atmosphere. The commotion of her mother’s erotic orgasm and the savory taste of her private area made the girl feel like she was on autopilot. She undulated her slender body wildly underneath Hazel’s weight. Her mother’s vaginal juices didn’t taste precisely like the medicine she was supposed to be taking, but, she thought, they seemed to get the job done just the same. She felt ever more riled up, closer to orgasm, and was determined to either get more of Mommy’s cum, or to cum herself. From a far away place, her mom’s voice cut through.

“Baby, it’s your turn now. Are you ready? Mommy’s going to help again. Mommy’s going to give you cummies.”

Brie nodded enthusiastically and did her best to stay her writhing body while Hazel began to repay the favor. She felt her mother kissing her way from her hot, sticky cheeks, down her neck, and onto the small breasts of her flat chest. As Hazel reached her little nipples, Brie again began to jerk violently and cry out in pleasure. Each kiss, alternating on both of her aching points sent massive shocks of energy throughout her body. The woman lingered there very little, however, and continued downward. Brie didn’t mind; she was completely willing and ready to finish this off for good for the night.

As Hazel approached her sex, Brie moved the opposite direction, sliding herself higher up on the bed. When she reached her headboard, she reached over her shoulders to grip the bars of the metal bedframe. She pulled herself up slightly and leaned against the headboard, seating her butt on her pillow. She splayed her skinny legs as wide as they’d go, which parted her pussy lips slightly, and gave herself completely over to the whims of her mother.

Hazel responded to her daughter’s signals, knowing exactly what to do. She dispensed with all further teasing and dove in with full force. She targeted her little girl’s thickly swollen clit and swirled her tongue in every pattern she could think of.

Brie swore aloud, but covered her mouth with one of her hands to keep quiet. Her entire body was buzzing, radiating from her young pussy out to every tingling finger and toe. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and her skin shone with sweat, her face sticky with her mother’s fluids. Her head lolled from side-to-side and she rocked her small hips wildly into her mother’s face. Sticky strands of her flowing cum left trails on the cheeks and chin of her assailant.

Hazel could tell that her child was nearing her climax and pulled out her finishing move. She wrapped her lips around the stiffened bud of Brie’s clitoris and began to suck firmly on it, as if she were a baby at her own mother’s breast, only this time it was her very daughter’s pussy from which she drank.

Brie couldn’t fathom what was happening to her, because at that moment her vision darkened and she tumbled off the ledge into an orgasmic free fall. With a sharp breath, her back arched stiffly, flinging her hips up, and pushing out a sudden wave of fresh cum. Hazel’s face was doused in the splash, and she let up with her mouth to gasp for breath, but continued her erotic assault manually. She grabbed Brie’s small bottom with one hand while it was thrust at her and, with her other fingers, thrummed rapidly across the girl’s clit, flicking her gushing fluids everywhere. She watched as her daughter was frozen, her little pussy jutting into the air, consumed by orgasmic ecstasy.

At last, movement began to return to the girl’s body, and her hips began to twitch in a subtle humping motion. It slowly gave way to bigger shudders and as Brie was finally able to release the breath she was holding, she crashed back onto the bed, completely spent.

Hazel purred and wiped her daughter’s excess cum off her face with the back of her arm. “Remember, baby, if you want Daddy’s cum, you can’t tell him about this.”

Brie’s eyes rolled dumbly around in her head, but she nodded and slumped down on the bed and neither of them said anything more. The girl shivered, as her body temperature began to return to normal and the mixture of sweat and cum began to cool and evaporate. Though her sheets and one of her pillows were soaked in their combined fluids—mostly her own—she curled up next to her mother and faded quickly to sleep.

Hazel got up to crack the window, then returned to the bed to spoon her daughter. She pulled the top sheet up to cover the mess and caressed her girl until she, too, drifted off.

She only stirred again when she felt Warrick slip Elsie under the sheets next to Brie. “C’mon honey,” he said, “let’s go to bed.”

Hazel rose sleepily, “Oh, okay. How was the rest of the movie?”

Warrick nodded, kissed her sticky forehead, and merely said, “Very inappropriate.”

They both wandered off, neither of them with any sense in their minds to notice that Hazel was naked.

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Next: Hazel tests her husband. Brie tests her dad. Elsie tests her best friend’s dad. How will Warrick survive the morning?

The mystery of Brie’s “medicine” has come to an end, but more questions have taken its place. What does Hazel know that she isn’t telling? I hope you’re enjoying the characters and how this series is unfolding. If you are, please give this chapter a positive rating. There’s a lot more to come before this arc reaches its resolution. It would also really help to get positive ratings on the first five chapters. A higher rating means more readers, which makes continuing this series worthwhile.

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