Chapter 28: Wanda's thick cock stretches Sofia's pussy obscenely wide, each inch sliding deeper making Sofia sob with overwhelming pleasure - 'That's it, Mom, take all of Mommy's cock' Wanda growls, hips snapping forward to bury every inch as Natasha and Juvia finger themselves watching.
The single word hung in the air, thicker than the scent of magic and sex. Home.
Wanda stayed buried to the hilt, letting Sofia adjust, feeling the frantic, fluttering pulses of the older woman’s cunt around her monstrous girth. She looked past the arch of Sofia’s back to where Melina and Olivia knelt, their hands frozen on their own thighs or clasped tightly together, their eyes wide and dark with a hunger that was no longer just awe—it was a desperate, physical need.
“See how she takes it,” Wanda said, her voice a thick murmur. “See how a real woman is meant to be filled. Not poked. Not used. Filled.”
She began to move. It was a slow, deep pull, dragging the impossibly thick shaft almost all the way out until just the swollen crown stretched Sofia’s entrance. Then she pushed back in, a smooth, relentless glide that pressed against every hidden place inside. Sofia cried out again, a wordless, ragged sound that was equal parts shock and bliss.
“Fuck me,” Sofia begged, the words muffled by the rug. “Oh, God, baby, fuck me with it. Please.”
Wanda obliged. She set a rhythm, not frantic, but deep and purposeful. Each thrust was a full-body event for Sofia, her whole form rocking forward with the impact, a soft slap of skin echoing in the room each time Wanda’s hips met her ass. The sound was obscene, wet, perfectly rhythmic.
Melina’s clinical detachment was gone. One hand was shoved between her own legs, fingers frantically working her clit as she watched her friend be utterly claimed. Olivia simply stared, her mouth open, one hand squeezing her own breast painfully, the other reaching out as if she could touch the spectacle from a distance.
“She’s so deep,” Melina whispered, her voice hoarse. “Look at how her stomach… there’s a fucking shape with each thrust.”
It was true. With each deep penetration, a slight swell appeared low on Sofia’s abdomen, the outline of Wanda’s crown distending her from the inside.
Natasha and Juvia were not idle. They knelt beside Sofia, their hands soothing and stimulating. Natasha whispered in her ear, “That’s it. Take all of Mommy. You were made for this.” Juvia leaned down and licked a stripe up Sofia’s spine, making her shudder.
The feelings cascaded through Sofia, each one sharper and more profound than anything in her memory. The stretch was beyond anything conceivable, a sweet, burning fullness that erased every past touch. But more than that, it was the heat, the magical, living warmth of Wanda’s cock that seemed to seep into her very walls, melting a cold, lonely core she’d carried for decades. Every nerve ending wasn’t just awake; it was screaming in a chorus of relief.
Each thrust brushed a spot so deep, so intrinsically connected to the root of her being, that she saw flashes of color behind her eyelids. It wasn’t just a physical spot; it was the seat of her soul, and Wanda was polishing it with every stroke.
“I can’t… I’m gonna…” Sofia choked out, but the sentence died. Her thoughts dissolved. There was no build-up, no slow climb. The fullness itself, the profound rightness of being so completely occupied by her daughter’s magical flesh, became the trigger.
It started as a seismic tremor deep in her womb, a clenching so violent it made Wanda groan above her. Then it detonated.
Sofia’s back arched like a bow, her mouth tore open in a silent, breathless scream before sound rushed back in—a raw, guttural, unending wail of release that shook the windows. Her cunt clamped down on Wanda’s cock in a series of brutal, milking spasms, each one wracking her entire body with uncontrollable convulsions. Her juices flooded out, a hot gush that slicked Wanda’s thrusts and dripped onto the rug below. She shook, she sobbed, she chanted “yes, yes, yes” into the fibers, completely enslaved by a cataclysm of pleasure born from nothing but the sheer, complete fullness inside her.
Wanda held herself deep, grinding gently as Sofia rode the endless waves, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked at the other mothers.
“That,” Wanda stated, her voice cutting through Sofia’s cries, “is what happens when a woman is properly fucked for the very first time.”
Melina and Olivia stared at the convulsing, sobbing form of their friend, her orgasm obviously transcendental, earth-shattering. Their own need crystallized into a razor-sharp point of demand.
Their hands were between their legs, their bodies trembling, their eyes fixed on Wanda.
They were next.
They were next. But first, Wanda wasn’t finished with Sofia. The raw, sobbing sounds of her mother’s release were a fuel, an incense to the power thrumming in Wanda’s veins. She stayed embedded in that clutching, fluttering heat, feeling Sofia’s walls weakly attempt to cling to her as the last tremors subsided.
“You think one is enough?” Wanda murmured, her hands tightening on Sofia’s hips. “You have a lifetime of emptiness to fill. I’m just starting.”
She began to move again. This time, there was no gentle rhythm, no measured consideration. It was a claim. Wanda’s hips pulled back and slammed forward, a hard, driving piston motion that knocked a broken gasp from Sofia’s lips. The wet slap of flesh grew sharper, more insistent.
“Oh God, again—” Sofia whimpered, her body still vibrating from the first cataclysm.
Wanda grunted, her focus narrowing to the feeling of that silken, tight channel desperately trying to accommodate her. She fucked into Sofia with a steady, brutal pace, each thrust hammering that deep, soul-polishing spot with unerring accuracy. Sofia’s cries fragmented into high, breathy notes, her fingers clawing at the rug.
Then Wanda let go. The restraint snapped. Her hips became a blur of motion, a frantic, pounding rhythm so fast the individual impacts blurred into a single, relentless vibration. The sound in the room became a continuous, wet drumbeat against Sofia’s ass, punctuated by the sharp, rhythmic exhalations from Wanda’s nose.
Melina and Olivia stared, transfixed, their own hands moving frantically between their legs. They literally could not see the separation of Wanda’s movements; it was a violent, mesmerizing haze of motion that forced choked, consecutive gasps from Sofia’s throat.
Sofia dissolved. There was no buildup, no climb. The relentless, blindingly fast assault on her most sensitive core short-circuited any possibility of recovery. A second orgasm, sharper and more searing than the first, ripped through her without warning. Her scream was a thin, airless sound as her body locked, every muscle corded tight, her cunt clamping in a vicious, rhythmic stranglehold around the relentless piston fucking her.
It didn’t stop. The overwhelming friction, the magical heat, the perfect, brutal angle continued even as she shattered. A third climax mounted on the wreckage of the second, this one a deep, rolling quake that made her vision go gray at the edges, her body convulsing in a sick, sweet way against the unwavering force ploughing into her.
“I c-can’t… p-please… oh fuck, I’m c-cumming again!” she shrieked, her voice ragged and broken, as a fourth, weaker but no less devastating wave pulled her under. Her body was no longer her own; it was a instrument played with ruthless expertise, wrung out again and again until she was just a sobbing, trembling form, held up only by Wanda’s grip and the relentless, blinding pace of her hips.
Wanda finally slowed, the blur resolving back into the powerful drive of her body, then to deep, grinding circles as she let Sofia collapse fully onto the rug, spent. She pulled out with a slow, wet sound that seemed obscenely loud in the sudden quiet, save for Sofia’s ragged, tearful breathing.
The cock that emerged gleamed, utterly soaked, a testament to the wreckage it had wrought. Wanda turned her gaze, which now burned with a darker, more satisfied fire, toward Melina and Olivia.
“Who,” Wanda asked, her voice low and thick, “wants to learn how to fly next?”