Sarah knelt on the bed, the dildo strapped to her waist plunging deep into the vagina of her biological mother, the very passage from which she herself had been born.
This position was different from the typical woman-on-top; even from below, Sarah could easily exert force. Her hands pressed against Jennifer's waist as she thrust her hips upward violently, as though what was strapped to her wasn't a dildo, but a sharp, cruel blade.
Seventeen years without a single visitor had left Jennifer's passage as tight as a virgin's. Though copious fluids provided some lubrication, the initial insertion still brought a tearing, searing pain.
Before she could even recover, Sarah began thrusting like a brutal, relentless man—each impact slamming directly against her core, sending waves of numbness through her mind and drawing pained cries with every movement.
