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Cartooniverse Mother-Daughter Crossover Sextacular	By : GeorgeGlass Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 16237 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the fandoms referenced in this story see list at the start of chapter 1, and I made no money from writing it.

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Chapter 3: The Hardcore Competition
Lola Loud was pleased to say the least. Thanks to her skills as a performer and some well-placed sabotage, her team was now leading the competition. But Team Parr was only half a point behind them, which was much too close for Lola’s comfort. Thanks to her trial Disney+ subscription, Lola knew full well what the Parr girls were capable of, and she didn’t doubt that they would make use of their powers again in the upcoming competition, probably in a more dramatic fashion than before.
But Lola had learned Team Parr’s weakness: their family. Lola could understand Helen Parr not wanting her two young sons in the audience, but the fact that her husband, Bob, wasn’t here to cheer on his wife and daughter suggested that Helen had kept their participation a secret from him. Lola could imagine how her own father would react to finding out that Lola and her mom were participating in a contest like this; he’d throw a fit to say the least. Then she imagined what such a fit would look like if it were thrown by Mr. Incredible.
Which was why Lola had sent Bob Parr an anonymous email with a picture of Helen and Violet in their stripper-wear and a geotag with the location of the auditorium. Lola didn’t doubt that he would come here straight away, and that once he arrived, either he would cause some sort of disruption, or else the mere sight of him would throw Team Parr so far off their game that their performance would crash and burn.
On stage, Johnny Bravo announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, while our hot mamas get ready for our next competition of the night, we’ve got a special act for you. “He looked at his sheet, then continued,“ Now, performing together for the first time, Britney Britney—Is that a typo?—and Chip Skylark!”
As Johnny exited the stage, a tall blonde girl in a white crop-top and white pants and a dark-haired young man with a soul patch came out into the spotlight, both wearing headset mics. As music came on the speakers, the two began singing a duet titled “I Just Met You, But I Get You.”
“Wow,” Timmy Turner said to his fairy godparents, who hovered above his shoulders. “Naked girls, naked ladies, and now my two favorite singers. This is the best wish ever!”
“You really like it, sport?” Wanda asked.
“I’m happy as a clam!” Timmy replied.
“Well then,” Cosmo cried, “I know how to make you even happier!”
There was a *poof*, and the boy in the pink cap was suddenly a clam in a pink cap.
“It’s even better this way, right?” said Cosmo.
Gasping, Timmy cried, “Get me in water! Get me in water!”
“Cosmo, you IDIOT!” Wanda shouted.
The two pop stars each sang a line or two while the other one danced, then switched off. At one point, Britney was holding a high note with her arms in the air, and Chip moved around her to lift her up from behind. But Britney had on rather a lot of skin lotion, so instead of getting a grip on the blonde pop-starlet’s bare waist and raising her into the air, Chip’s hands slid rapidly upward and pulled Britney’s crop-top straight up and off, exposing her white spandex bra. The crowd cheered.
“Sorry!” Chip whispered, his hand covering his mic. “Wardrobe malfunction!”
As Chip uncovered his mic and took his turn singing, Britney danced around behind him.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered back. “The crowd loves it.” Then, with no further warning, she ripped open Chip’s shirt, sending buttons flying and exposing his well-toned chest. The audience’s collective screams had a higher pitch this time.
“Nice!” Josie said to her fellow Pussycats. “I wasn’t expecting to see any good man-flesh tonight.”
“Then why are we even here?” Valerie asked. “It’s not like any of us are lesbians.”
“I’m a great lesbian!” Melody objected. “Our manager said so, because I was super-good in that movie we made.”
“I think he called you a great thespian,” Valerie replied.
“Valerie, when did you start talking with a lisp?” Melody asked. Valerie rolled her eyes.
“Well,” Chip murmured, moving around behind Britney as she sang, “I guess this is that kind of show.” Then he yanked Britney’s white pants down to her ankles, revealing her tiny pair of white boyshorts and making the crowd roar.
Backstage, Isabella and Vivian Garcia-Shapiro were in their dressing room. Like the other three remaining teams, they were just finishing getting ready for the third leg of the contest, which would require considerably more of them than the first two competitions had. Yet Isabella could barely contain her excitement.
“Mom,” she said, trying to keep her hands steady as she tied her pink hair ribbon in a bow, “all those people are going to be watching us…watching everything we’re about to do…Just thinking about it makes me so wet…”
“My beautiful exhibicionista,” Vivian replied, stroking her daughter’s hair. “They are going to love watching you.”
By the time their song ended, both Britney and Chip had been stripped to their underwear. They took a bow, then Britney yanked up her spandex bra and flashed her perky little boobs at the audience before the two pop stars jogged off stage.
Johnny Bravo returned to the spotlight, holding his sheet of paper at crotch level. Only after taking a long look down below his beltline did he cautiously raise the sheet of paper and begin to read, even as the stagehands carried what looked like a little girl’s twin bed—complete with pink coverlet and white dust ruffle—onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the third round of our contest. And boy, are you gonna love it: It’s the hardcore competition!”
The crowd went utterly wild. Johnny waited for the cheering and hollering to die down, then continued, “Each team will have ten minutes to show you the hottest mom-on-daughter action they possibly can. So give it up for our first contestants in this round: Team Garcia-Shapiro!”
The audience applauded, whistled, and cheered as Vivian and Isabella again took the stage. Vivian had on a corseted burgundy dress that squeezed her already large breasts up into huge mounds, like something from the bawdiest of Renaissance fairs. Below the dress’ short skirt, she had on black stockings and simple black toe-sandals. Isabella wore rather less: a gauzy white see-through teddy-top that stopped just above her navel, and a pair of ivory-colored, high-cut panties decorated with small faux pearls.
Mother and daughter immediately began kissing, mouths open and tongues working lustily against each other. At the same time, Isabella fondled her mother’s heavy breasts through her dress, then unlaced the top half of it to release them. Vivian, who was already bending forward to kiss Isabella (and giving the audience a side-view of her generous ass in the process), reached behind her daughter and squeezed the little girl’s petite backside with both hands as the girl fondled Vivian’s bare tits and thrust her face between them. One thing Vivian loved was rubbing her big tits against her daughter’s smooth, soft skin.
Vivian straightened up, and Isabella began kissing, licking, and tonguing one of her mother’s nipples, holding the woman’s big breast in both hands but making sure she was sideways to the audience and the central camera so that all of her oral attentions to her mother would be captured on the big screen.
“Oooooh, bubbelita,” Vivian moaned with genuine pleasure. “You make me feel so good, baby…”
“This looks like a good opening for Team Garcia-Shapiro,” Judy commented. “Vivian has the biggest chest of any woman in this contest, so they’re smart to exploit that.”
In a monotone, Daria replied, “Big-boobed mom, flat-chested daughter, it’s fun for the whole family.”
Indeed, the moment Isabella finished pleasuring her mother’s tits, the girl pulled off her own white teddy-top, again treating the audience to the sight of her bare chest with its small, pointed, light-brown nipples. Almost immediately thereafter, Vivian pulled down Isabella’s high-cut white panties. Isabella stepped out of them, then flung herself onto the pink-and-white child-size bed, landing on her back with her legs spread wide. The audience became even more boisterous at the sight of the little girl’s bare, pink, open puss.
“Come ‘n get it, mama,” Isabella said in her high, sweet voice.
“Mmm, delicioso,” Vivian replied, licking her lips and then throwing off her dress.
Climbing onto the bed, Vivian got up on her knees between her daughter’s legs and then bent forward, showing the audience her plush ass in profile. Her sheer black panties left very little to the imagination, which the crowd seemed to appreciate, judging by their lusty shouts and whistles.
The big screen above the stage showed a closeup as Vivian pushed the tip of her tongue between the simple folds of Isabella’s bald, prepubescent pussy. With sensuous languor, Vivian ran her tongue from the bottom of Isabella’s slit to the top and back down again.
“Our contestants are upping the action with some classic cunnilingus,” Judy declared.
“The mom eating the kid is a good idea,” Daria added. “She doesn’t have pubes to block your view.”
“Yeah!” a girl’s voice shouted from the audience. “Eat that pussy! EAT IT!”
“Calm down, Buttercup,” Blossom said.
“My friend Mimi says all mommies and daughters do this,” Bubbles chimed in.
“Your friend Mimi is being molested,” Blossom grumped.
Vivian licked the length of her daughter’s pussy again and again, then switched to flicking her tongue rapidly over Isabella’s clit. The girl moaned loudly in her high-pitched voice and played with her little brown nipples.
“Isn’t this great, Dipper?” Mabel Pines exclaimed.
“Sooooo great,” Dipper replied, eyes glued to the action on the stage. “Thanks so much for getting us tickets to this, Mabel…”
“No problem, Bro-Bro. And while I was at it, I signed us up for the brother-sister competition next month!”
“Wait, what?”
Vivian now switched from licking Isabella’s pussy to shallowly tongue-fucking it, which the overhead screen showed in closeup. Isabella continued to moan and play with her nipples. Then her moan rose to a half-scream as her mother began fingering the girl’s tiny pink asshole.
“Hmm, going for the ass,” Daria said. “The guys in the audience ought to love that.”
“Maybe not just the guys,” Judy replied a tad defensively.
Daria gave her a look. “I’m starting to wonder what goes on at that nudist club of yours.”
“In any case,” Judy said quickly, “Team Garcia-Shapiro seems to have decided to go completely ‘organic’ rather than using sex toys. We’ll see how that plays with the judges.”
“I guess you’d call that ‘Using what your mama gave you,’” Daria deadpanned.
The action changed as Isabella shifted to one side of the bed. Vivian lay down next to her, her head next to her daughter’s feet. Then Isabella climbed on top of Vivian, rested her hairless pussy on her mother’s face, then lay down on top of Vivian as the woman spread her legs to let her daughter lick. The audience cheered as mother and daughter ate each other out vigorously.
Isabella soon became so turned on that she was forced to stop eating out her mother because she couldn’t help but moan nonstop in response to Vivian’s skillful oral attentions. As Vivian kept licking and sucking her daughter’s clit, Isabella’s passionate moans and cries grew louder and louder.
“Pussy-eating is another staple of this competition,” Judy said. “The question is, what is Team Garcia-Shapiro going to do to make their act stand out from the rest?”
As if in response to Judy’s question, Vivian stopped eating Isabella and instead rubbed the girl’s clit with one fingertip. Then Vivian moved her head to one side, out of the way of the camera, while the fingers of her other hand spread open her daughter’s immature pussy lips. The camera zoomed in, showing the audience a closeup of Isabella’s pink puss on the big screen.
“Sweet cheese and crackers,” Judy breathed. “Is that what I think it is?”
Dryly, Daria replied, “If you think it’s the mouth of a ravenous pussy-monster, then no. If you think it’s an intact hymen, then yes.”
“Holy moly,” Judy said. “Folks, I think this act is about to get…unique.”
Vivian rubbed Isabella’s clit faster, and now the girl was panting, moaning, and issuing little yelps of pleasure nonstop. The sounds merged into a series of loud whimpers that rose higher and higher in pitch and volume until finally they became one long, impossibly high-pitched scream of ecstasy. And as Isabella bucked wildly in a powerful orgasm, Vivian thrust two fingers through the barrier of the girl’s hymen. Isabella screamed even louder, but her orgasmic thrashing was unabated and went on for several more seconds before the girl collapsed, limp and panting.
The camera remained focused on Isabella’s pussy as Vivian withdrew her fingers, on which traces of blood were visible. Then the woman lifted her daughter up in her arms and carried her offstage, to a great deal of applause.
“This contest has been going on for a long time,” Judy Hopps said, “but I don’t think we’ve ever actually seen a girl deflowered on stage before.”
“If the audience wanted unique, they definitely got it,” Daria added.
“Well, let’s see what our next team can do to top it,” Judy replied.
“Whoa, momma,” Johnny exclaimed, looking a bit flushed and wiping sweat from his brow as he returned to the stage. “That was really somethin’.” Then he glanced at his sheet of paper. “Ladies and gentlemen, up next—Team Loud!”
Two stagehands dressed in black dashed out and hauled away the twin bed. At the same time, two more stagehands placed a pair of tall step stools a couple of feet apart from each other at center stage. One of them also set a black carrying case just behind the stools. The stagehands then fled as quickly as they had come, and a spotlight lit up the entrance from the wings on the right-hand side of the stage.
Rita came out first, with Lola behind her, again holding her riding crop. This time, Rita was bound from the waist up in a single long rope tied in the complex, interweaving pattern of Japanese shibari-style bondage. Beneath the rope, Rita wore a lacy black half-bustier that left her breasts exposed but pushed them upward in an eye-catching way, and a pair of similarly lacy, sheer black panties that seemed to be straining to contain Rita’s thick ass.
Lola’s outfit was even more provocative. On top, she wore a black half-camisole that barely reached the border of her rib cage and that was so sheer that even the parts of her that it covered were plainly visible through the gauzy fabric. Below that, she had on black stiletto heels that looked very tall on her, black silk stockings held up by lacy black garters—and that was all. She wore no panties, and her little pink pussy was on display the moment the spotlight landed on her.
With her riding crop, Lola pointed at a spot in front of the two step stools.
“Kneel!” the girl barked. Her high, sharp voice carried such that even without a mic, she could be heard by everyone in the auditorium.
Rita, her arms bound to her sides, walked to the indicated spot and knelt, facing toward the step stools and away from the audience. Everyone had a good view of her broad ass.
Lola then strode up to the step stools and used the black carrying case as an intermediate step to climb up onto them, placing one foot on each. Now, her bare pussy was level with Rita’s forehead as she again pointed her riding crop at her mother.
“Eat!”
Because of their relative positions, Rita had to crane her neck up to reach her daughter’s pussy with her mouth. As a result, the audience had an unobstructed view of Lola’s little bald cunny and what Rita was doing to it with her lips and tongue.
“Looks like mothers eating daughters is becoming a theme of this competition,” Judy said.
“Yeah,” Daria replied, “but I’m pretty sure this is headed in an even weirder direction than Team Garcia-Shapiro’s act.”
As her mother ate her out, Lola closed her eyes and dramatically raised her face to the high ceiling. Then she reached up under her near-transparent half-camisole and toyed with her own nipples. The crowd murmured its approval.
This went on for just under a minute. Then Lola looked down sharply at Rita and flicked her riding crop upwards as she barked, “Up!”
The kneeling Rita stood. Lola stepped sideways so that both feet were on the left-hand step stool; then she gestured with the crop at the spot right below where she had just been standing. Rita then turned sideways to the audience, facing away from Lola.
“Bend over!” Lola commanded.
The bound Rita bent forward until her torso was resting on the right-hand step stool. Then Lola gave the audience a wicked wink, reached over with both hands, and yanked Rita’s black panties down to her knees.
Then, with a fiendish grin, Lola snapped her riding crop against her mother’s bare, broad ass, leaving a red mark and making the woman yelp. Lola did this twice more, eliciting the same reaction from her mother.
“Oh, my,” Judy commented. “This isn’t the first time there’s been whipping in this contest, but…”
“But I’ll bet no contestant has enjoyed doing the whipping as much as that little blonde psycho,” Daria finished.
Lola quickly hopped down from her step stool, opened the carrying case, and snatched out the item inside it, replacing it with her riding crop. Then Lola flipped the case closed with her foot and again used it to help her leap back up onto her step stool, where she held up the object she’d taken from the case. It was a strap-on with three dildos: two long, thick black ones that extended forward, and a third, pink one that was smaller and faced backward. All three were shiny with lube.
From the judges’ table, Foxxy Love exclaimed, “I have got to get me one of those.”
Boomhauer replied, “Idunnoman, ‘slikethatdangol’killerdildofromSevenman, dangol’BradPitt yellin’‘What’sinthebox, what’sinthebox?’”
Lola slowly pushed the pink dildo up into her hairless pussy, her lips parted as she gazed out at the audience like it was each and every one of them who was penetrating her. Then she fastened the straps to secure her toy to her hips before turning sideways to face her mother’s big, bare ass.
“Now,” she said, “fuck!”
There wasn’t actually anything for Rita to do, except to mentally brace herself. Lola did all the work of pushing the two thick, black, lubricated dildos into her mother’s exposed pussy and asshole. Then the little girl began fucking her mother, eliciting bawdy shouts and cheers from the audience. Rita moaned and gasped as the two rubber cocks plundered her holes.
Perhaps forgetting that her mic was on, Judy stared at the two rubber cocks pumping Rita’s ass and murmured, “Wow, that looks…fun.”
As Lola double-fucked her mother, her sinister grin of pleasure grew crooked. The pink dildo moving inside her pussy had made her hot and wet inside, but now the heat was becoming a burning sensation that was decidedly uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth and kept pumping, but soon it felt as though a four-alarm fire was raging along the entire length of her love channel.
Her fingers flying, Lola unstrapped her specialized sex toy from her body and yanked the pink dildo out of herself. Then she screamed “AAAAAAAAGH!” as she leaped down from her step stool and bolted off stage. There was a loud crash of broken glass and then the sound of rushing water; Lola had found an emergency fire hose and was using it to flush herself out.
Sitting next to his friend Zach in the audience, Milo Murphy said, “You know, you don’t actually have to break the glass to get to an emergency fire hose. You just pull the cabinet door open.”
Shipwreck from G.I. Joe, who wore his traditional sailor suit and had and who was on the security detail, pointed at Milo and shouted, “Hey! You’re not supposed to be here!”
Zach said to Milo, “I thought you said there wasn’t a minimum age for this thing.”
“No Murphys allowed in the theater,” Shipwreck replied. “It’s an insurance thing.”
“Enjoy the rest of the show, Zach!” Milo shouted as Shipwreck hauled him away.
Rita, her arms still bound to her sides, was unable to stand up from her bent-over position. The two black dildos were still shoved up inside her.
“Lola, sweetie?” she called. “Are we finished?”
From the wings, Agent K watched as the stagehands came out and helped Rita Loud off stage. Being a skilled spy, K had hacked the woman’s credit card account and seen the incriminating charges for a Disney+ subscription, two tubes of superglue, and a large box of chocolates. It was clear to K, however, that it was the daughter and not the mother who was the mastermind behind the sabotage. Which was why, after hacking Lola Loud’s email account and discovering her attempt to undermine Team Parr by inviting Bob Parr to the event, K had hacked his email, too, and deleted the invitation before he could read it.
Then Agent K had made a purchase of her own, and dropped through the ceiling of Team Loud’s dressing room to surreptitiously make use of it. Now, K patted the pocket where she kept the tube of Tiger Heat Rub she’d applied to Lola’s end of her strap-on.
“All right, my dear,” K said to Riley, who stood next to her. “I believe justice has been served. Although I’m a bit disappointed we didn’t get to do our hardcore act; this competition has left me feeling rather randy.”
“I don’t know who Randy is,” Riley replied, “but if you wanna go home and have sex, I’m up for it.”
“That’s my girl.”
On stage, Johnny was saying, “Well, that was a weird end to a weird act. But comin’ up next, we’ve got…Team Parr!”
The spotlight zipped over to the wings and followed Helen and Violet as they emerged onto the stage. The two Parrs were dressed similarly, each wearing a pleated black miniskirt below an orange top. Violet’s was a Lycra tube top that was barely wide enough from top to bottom to cover even her small breasts; Helen’s top was a pushup bra that squeezed her tits upward into attractive mounds. Again, Helen—also known as the superhero Elastigirl—was making subtle use of her powers, this time to give her breasts just a bit more size. Helen also carried an accessory in the form of a small, square, black handbag with the thinnest of shoulder straps.
When they reached center stage, mother and daughter kissed and fondled each other’s breasts through their tops. Then Violet reached her arms up, and Helen peeled off the girl’s tube top, making Violet’s little breasts jiggle for a moment as they were revealed. The audience murmured in approval, and the murmuring grew louder when Helen released her own, more substantial breasts from the orange bra and Violet bent forward to kiss and suck them.
Helen enjoyed this activity just as much as she had during her and Violet’s many rehearsals. But their time was limited, so she had to move things along. She lifted Violet’s face back up to hers, kissed her once more, then whispered in her ear.
“Now, just like we practiced: Take off your panties, lie down, and lift your legs up nice and high,” Helen panted. “Then let Mommy do the rest.”
Violet slipped off her orange undies and left them on the floor as she walked over to the daybed, swinging her hips just a little, as Helen had taught her. Then she lay back on it and opened her slim legs wide, making the audience hoot and whistle. Helen looked at her daughter’s bare, open pussy with undisguised lust.
Helen pulled off her own orange panties and threw them into the wings to the right of the stage. Then she turned back toward Violet, moving slowly so as to give the audience a good look at her beautifully shapely ass. Soon, she was facing Violet where she lay on the bed, and the audience was seeing Helen’s lovely nude body in profile.
And then, from the spot where Helen’s clitoris was, a cock began to grow. And grow. And grow.
Gasps of astonishment went up from the crowd. Sokka, sitting in the audience with Aang, Katara, and Toph, goggled at the sight as he said, “Well, there’s a kind of bending I’ve never seen before.”
The blind Toph got up and stamped her foot on the floor, making everything in the theater momentarily perceptible to her through her earthbending. Her unseeing eyes went wide.
“Oh,” she said. “Wow. Me neither.”
It had only been a week since Helen, on the pretext of preparing for this competition, had taken her beautiful teenage daughter’s virginity. What a special night that had been: She had sent Bob and Dash out for an evening of guy time—burgers, a visit to the arcade, and a mindless action movie—so Helen had literally hours to spend deflowering Violet in the way Helen had fantasized about for months. The reality exceeded her fantasies; no previous sexual experience of Helen’s life could match the intensity of sliding her elasticock into her daughter’s virgin love tunnel, seeing the look on the girl’s face as she was penetrated for the first time, feeling her daughter’s beautiful young body beneath hers as Helen fucked Violet to the girl’s first true orgasm. And then turning her over and taking her from behind, pumping her pussy again while gazing at Violet’s oh-so-sweet ass, which was just beginning to develop the curves of womanhood. And then taking her again, against the wall, and then with Violet on her back with her ankles up on Helen’s shoulders…
God, what a wonderful, magical night that had been. And every night since then, Helen had slipped into Violet’s room after Bob and Dash were asleep for a little more “rehearsal.”
But she still wanted more. And now, she was going to get it.
“Mom,” Violet whispered as her eyes fixed on her mother’s thick member, which throbbed with the woman’s heartbeat, “that’s way bigger than when we practiced!”
Matter-of-factly, Helen replied, “I know, hon, but the audience needs to be able to see everything.”
This was a half-truth at best; anyone in the audience who was too far from the stage to see the action clearly would be able to get a good look on the monitor. But being in front of an audience presented Helen with the perfect excuse to fuck her daughter with a long, girthy cock that would maximize Helen’s pleasure, and Violet wouldn’t be able to refuse her.
As Helen reached down and ran a finger down Violet’s face, neck, and bare left breast, she smiled at her knowingly. Because Helen had another surprise that Violet hadn’t seen before. It had taken a lot of doing, including some dabbling in mad science, but Helen didn’t doubt that the result would be well worth the effort.
“Remember what we practiced, sweetheart,” Helen murmured. “Lift your legs up high and wide. We want the audience to have a good look at your pussy on the screen.”
Violet did as she was told, earning rumbles of approval from the audience as she gave them an even better view of her pink, open pussy. Meanwhile, Helen grabbed a tube of lube out of her little black purse and quickly coated the full length of her now-sizeable elasticock with it.
“Oh, baby girl,” Helen breathed, gazing hungrily at her daughter’s naked body—so open, so ready. “Momma’s gonna fuck you so good…”
Then she put the glistening head of her member against the girl’s pussyhole and pushed.
“Oooooh,” Violet whimpered in both pleasure and discomfort as Helen’s cockhead stretched her opening wider than ever before.
“It’s okay, baby,” Helen whispered. “Just relax and let it go inside you. Remember, your beautiful body was made to be fucked.”
Fucking Violet always felt wonderful, but just as Helen had hoped, fucking her with a bigger cock made the girl’s teenage pussy even tighter around Helen’s member. So even as Helen bottomed out inside her daughter and began to pump her, she could already feel orgasm start to well up within her. She fought it down, needing this fuck to last for the audience’s benefit. Violet, whose face was beginning to glow with perspiration, made little whimpering sounds through her parted lips.
“That’s my girl,” Helen growled softly. “Show them how much you like it.”
“Mom,” Violet whined, “it’s so big…”
“I know, baby,” Helen breathed, “and you’re taking it so good.”
She glanced at the audience and saw that all eyes were glued to the two of them.
“Now,” Helen said, “it’s time for your special trick.”
Despite the combined intensity of the erotic pleasure and internal discomfort Violet was feeling, the girl nonetheless remembered the next part of their act, which she had practiced over and over again during their late-night rehearsals. Using as much concentration as she could muster, she rendered herself just translucent enough that the audience had a perfect side view of Helen’s cock moving forward and back inside the girl’s love-tunnel.
“My goodness!” Judy exclaimed from the booth. “I don’t know what the audience might have been expecting from Team Parr, but I’m sure it wasn’t this.”
Helen looked down at Violet, gazing at her daughter’s beautiful face, with her closed eyes and parted lips. Yes, the girl was uncomfortable, but she was also very clearly aroused.
“They all love watching you,” Helen whispered. “Watching you take Mommy’s cock…”
It occurred to Helen that now that she’d proved that Violet could take a cock this size, Helen could make it this big every time she and Violet fucked from now on. The girl wouldn’t be able to argue that she couldn’t take it, because she had. She couldn’t even say she didn’t like it, because she obviously did, at least somewhat.
The thought made Helen hornier, and she started fucking Violet faster. The girl whimpered and gasped, and seeing that look on her face—that perfect knife-edge balance between pleasure and pain—and knowing that Helen was making her feel both with her long, thick cock drove Helen to fuck Violet faster still.
“Looks like more fun than using a strapon,” Daria noted. “For the mom, anyway. Not so sure about the kid.”
Insane with lust, Helen was pounding her daughter’s pussy as hard and as fast as she could. She’d forgotten all about the audience and the judges; the only thing in her mind was the immense pleasure of fucking Violet with a big, thick cock and struggling to reach the climax that she now desperately craved.
“Ah!” she cried out. “AH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
“Wow,” Cat Noir said, his eyes glued to the action. “The last time I heard a woman scream like that, she was being chased by kissing-zombies.” Realizing that he was speaking his thoughts out loud, he quickly added, “Me and Ladybug handled it, of course. And one of these days, I’m going to make her scream like that.”
Helen thrust deep into her daughter’s body as she came, squeezing her eyes shut tight and gripping Violet’s legs. The pleasure was greater than any Helen had ever experienced. And the entire audience gasped as they watched what looked like actual cum spurt from Helen’s cockhead and shoot deep into Violet’s body.
When Helen finally finished cumming, she grinned with relish as she pulled her half-hard cock from Violet’s pussy. The camera zoomed in on the girl’s gaping cunt, and the audience gasped again as they saw a thick, white liquid leak copiously from it. It was clear now that what they had just seen hadn’t been some kind of illusion or projection.
“Did…” Judy gasped, “…did Helen Parr just creampie her daughter?”
Even Daria had been shocked out of her normal state of lethargic irony. “Is that even possible?”
On stage, Violet stared up at her mother with enormous eyes, not sure what the audience was reacting to.
Suddenly, Helen felt the afterglow of her magnificent orgasm evaporate. Not because of her daughter’s alarm, but because Helen herself had made a terrible mistake: She had cum much too soon. The creampie was meant to be the grand finale, but there was still time left for their act. Not using those remaining minutes would mean losing points with the judges.
Fortunately, although Helen had not exactly planned for this eventuality, she had fantasized about what she would do if she ever had another opportunity to do something that Violet couldn’t refuse her.
Violet began to slowly get up from the bed. She felt something warm ooze thickly down her pale thighs, and when she looked down, she saw her pussy dripping with something thick and clear-white.
“Mom,” Violet gasped. “What is- What did you-”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” Helen interrupted, her erection already returning. “Just turn over and get on all fours. Quickly.”
Reflexively obeying her mother, Violet half sank, half fell onto her hands and knees on the daybed, and Helen went around behind her.
Thanks to her powers, Helen was able to fully restore her erection instantly. But even if that hadn’t been the case, Helen didn’t doubt that the sight of Violet’s cute young ass and that sweet teenage pussy dripping with Helen’s cum would have done the job
Helen’s cock was coated with a mixture of lube, her own cum, and Violet’s teenage love-juices, so Helen wasted no time on preparation. She simply got down on her knees behind Violet, stretched her arms forward to take firm hold of her daughter’s shoulders, and used her powers to place the tip of her cock against her daughter’s tiny, pink, virgin asshole.
“Mom! What are you doing?!”
“Just hold still and relax. This is how we’re gonna win this contest.”
“But we never practi- Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” Violet cried out as Helen’s cockhead began to force her tight anal ring open.
“Hold still and let it in!” Helen hissed, pushing harder. “Let…it…IN!”
Helen’s cockhead plunged into Violet’s ass, and the girl screamed again.
“Calm down!” Helen grunted, forcing inch after inch of thick cock into her daughter’s obscenely stretched asshole. “You’ll get used to it!”
Helen kept pushing until her elastiballs were snug up against Violet’s still-dripping pussy. Over the preceding months, Helen had brought herself to many an orgasm rubbing her clit-cock as she imagined doing this very thing, but she’d never thought she would have the opportunity to actually make it happen. Now, as she felt the heat of her daughter’s bowels around her shaft, and her tight anus squeezing the base of Helen’s cock as though the muscle didn’t know it was too late to keep the invading member out, Helen was so turned on that her ears only barely registered the shouts and cheers from the audience as she started pumping her daughter’s tight ass.
“Yeah, give it to her!” “Fuck that ass!” “Whoo, takin’ that ass-cherry!”
“AH! AH! AH! AH!” Violet cried as Helen drove her thick cock into her daughter’s virgin anus again and again.
“Oh, how delightful!” Starfire exclaimed from her seat. “I, too, enjoy the sex of the butt! And the mother’s flongor is so large, the daughter must truly be in the sexual ecstasy.”
“Actually,” Raven replied, “I’m not sure she’s enjoying it at all.” Muttering, she added, “And I thought getting screwed by my dad was bad.”
Meanwhile, Lois and Meg Griffin were watching the action on the backstage monitor.
“Mom,” Meg griped, “why am I wearing a dress with a floor-length skirt?”
Staring at the action on screen, Lois absently replied, “Your legs aren’t your best feature.”
“Then what exactly is my best feature, Mom?”
Lois broke away from the monitor and looked at Meg. “Your personality, sweetie. Now look, if we’re gonna have any hope of beating those super-girls, we’re gonna have to up our game. A lot. So instead of doing what we rehearsed, we’re gonna…”
She leaned down and whispered in Meg’s ear. The girl’s eyes seemed to widen beyond the circumference of her glasses.
“Mom, that’s gross!”
“Sweetie, it’s what all those fellas out there wanna see, so you’re just gonna have to take one for the team.”
“Well, why can’t you take one for the team, and let me be on the receiving end?”
Lois sighed. “Meg, I mean this in the most loving way, but when you get turned on, you look like a schnauzer in heat.”
On stage, Helen was fucking her daughter’s ass at full force, and the pleasure was nothing less than rapturous. Violet, on the other hand, was squeezing her two handfuls of bedsheets and trying to get used to the big invader that was plunging again and again into her bowels.
“Oh, God, baby,” Helen moaned. “You’re so tight…so tight… Mommy’s gonna…gonna…AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Helen thrust in deep and unleashed another massive load of cum, shooting it so far into Violet’s bowels that the girl could feel her mother’s load coursing up inside her.
“MOOOMMMMM!” Violet screamed, and no one in the audience knew for sure if she was having an orgasm or begging for mercy.
When it was over, Helen pulled her cock out of her daughter’s asshole, which positively gaped as semen oozed from it in substantial quantity. Helen then helped Violet up off the bed, threw the girl’s arm around her shoulder, and walked her off stage.
“Wow,” Johnny said, emerging onto the stage and using a towel to wipe his brow, which almost immediately beaded up with sweat again. “That was…I don’t know if I’ll ever see anything like that again. Whoo, momma.”
As the stagehands swapped out the daybed for an easy chair with a reclining back, Johnny remembered his job and looked at the now sweat-soaked sheet of paper in his hand. “Last but not least,” he said, barely making out the words, “our final contestants for this round: Team Griffin!”
The audience applauded, and their applause grew louder as Lois emerged onto the stage. She was wearing a black bustier that laced up in the front and that pushed her boobs so far upward that they bulged obscenely from the top, and a micro-miniskirt that didn’t even cover the bottom curves of her ass.
Meg came out behind her mother, wearing a burgundy-colored dress of crushed velvet whose skirt went all the way to the floor. The gown would have been entirely too modest had it not been for the combination of a push-up bra and a deep neckline that gave Meg even more cleavage than her mother had.
When they came out to center stage, Lois stood in the spotlight, and Meg moved up directly behind her. Looking like a many-armed Indian goddess, Lois and Meg both moved their hands over Lois’ torso, fondling her breasts and gradually undoing the laces of the woman’s bustier until Meg pulled it away, making Lois’ little boobs bounce for a moment.
As Lois continued feeling herself up, Meg’s hands slid sensuously down her mother’s torso and over her hips. When they reached the hem of Lois’ miniskirt, Meg’s fingers darted upward, snagged the waistband of her mom’s lacy black panties, and slowly pulled them down her legs until Lois could step out of them. Now, Lois wore nothing but her miniskirt and her silver stripper heels—and in a flash, the skirt was gone too, snatched off and tossed away by Meg.
“That Meg chick knows how to use her hands,” Daria said.
Lois might not have had Helen Parr’s superhuman flexibility, but she had spent weeks doing stretching exercises to get ready for this event. (Her husband, Peter, had rather enjoyed watching her do these, and their dog, Brian, had perhaps enjoyed it a little too much.) So when she sat on the reclining chair and lay back, facing the audience, she raised her legs in the air, then grabbed her ankles back until they were on either side of her head. Because the back of the chair was reclining at about forty-five degrees, this position gave the audience a good view of Lois’ face, tits, legs, pussy, and ass all at once.
Meg, still fully dressed, turned her back to the audience and knelt in front of Lois. Then Meg put her face between her mother’s thighs and began eating the woman out.
“I see we’re back to pussy-eating,” Daria said flatly.
“We sure are, Daria,” Judy replied. “The question is, what twist is Team Griffin going to put on it to top the competition?”
Still licking her mom’s pussy, Meg reached under the easy chair and, from a box beneath it, took out a large white-plastic vibrator. She turned it on, making it buzz audibly, then began pushing it into her mother’s pussy as Meg nibbled on her clit. Lois moaned.
“Vibrators are another staple of the hardcore competition,” Judy said. “I’m a little surprised we haven’t seen one before now.”
“On the other hand,” Daria replied, “we have covered the other three major categories of dick substitutes: fingers, dildos, and, of course, mutant elastic clit-cocks.”
“But again,” Judy said, “we have to wonder what Team Griffin is going to do to make their act stand out.”
“Meg,” Lois whispered, “it’s time.”
With a sigh of resignation, Meg put the tip of her tongue on Lois’ pink asshole and began to swirl it around.
“Aw daaaaaaamn!” Foxxy exclaimed,
“Wow, folks!” Judy said. “Looks like Team Griffin is stepping it up with some analingus!”
Riley Anderson, sitting by herself in the audience, stared dumbstruck at the action while her various emotions reacted inside her head.
“Oh, jeez, this is not sanitary,” said Disgust. She looked even greener than usual.
“But I can’t look away,” Joy murmured, her big blue eyes locked on the action.
“What are we even doing here?” Fear asked. “You all told me we were going to a hockey game!”
“We tell you a lot of things,” Anger replied.
“Betrayal is an inevitable part of life,” Sadness added glumly.
On stage, Lois whispered, “C’mon, Meg, the camera’s on you. You gotta really get in there.”
Meg suppressed a grimace and pushed the tip of her tongue into Lois’ hole, making her mother moan.
“Yeahhhh, that’s it,” she murmured. “Now push it in and out, like you’re fuckin’ me with it…”
Meg did as instructed, and the sounds arising from the audience made it clear that at least some of the onlookers liked what they saw.
Lois fondled her own tits as she worked her ass against her daughter’s face. She had only added this to their act to score points with the judges; she hadn’t expected to actually like it. So when she reached down and rubbed her clit, she wasn’t pretending in the slightest as she moaned louder and louder.
“Yeah, baby, eat momma’s asshole, eat it like a starvin’ whore, eat it, Meg, eat it, eat it, EAT IT!”
Lois thrashed, screaming in ecstasy. Her asshole squeezed tight, trapping Meg’s tongue inside. Muffled, incoherent cries issued from the teenager as she tried in vain to free herself. Only when Lois’ orgasm ended did her hole release its grip on the girl’s tongue, causing Meg to fall backwards onto the stage, stunning her when her head hit the wooden floor. Lois quickly got up and half-walked, half-dragged her woozy daughter offstage.
“And there we have it, ladies and gentlemen,” Judy announced. “That’s the end of the hardcore competition! Now it’s time for our judges to decide on their scores.”
There was such a hubbub of discussion among the judges that it was impossible to make out what they were saying to one another—even if you tuned out Boomhauer’s contributions. But it wasn’t long before the judges punched in their scores and the screen above the stage lit up. The digital scoreboard had a new column of numbers and new totals for each team; the list reordered itself to reflect the changes in the standings.
Team                           Kissing            Striptease        Hardcore         TOTAL
Parr                             6.5                   7.5                   9.5                   23.5
Garcia-Shapiro            6.0                   7.0                   8.5                   21.5
Griffin                         8.0                   5.0                   7.5                   20.5
Loud                            5.5                   9.0                   4.5                   19.0
“Well, folks,” Judy said, “in a dramatic turn of events, Team Loud has dropped from first place to last! Which means Team Loud is out, and Team Parr has a commanding lead. But there’s still one event to come, and no one but our producers knows what it is, so anything could happen. Don’t go away!”
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