[05:07] Seaport Mom taps her claws about her own cheeks in thought. "Huhu, I had never expected my own mother to come about looking like such a little toy."

[05:09] Central Princess huffs as she looks at her much larger and bustier daughter. "And I never expected you to come around with such a... 'motherly' figure, you weren't like that as a child."

[05:15] Seaport Mom squats herself down to her mother's level, heavy metallic claws bringing themselves closer to the tiny mom to clamp upon her hips and drag her closer to her youth. "I must have seemed more like you when I was a child." She told, a blatant display of amusement growing on her face. "But I'm certainly glad I didn't end out taking after you too much. I'd look like a little whore, wouldn't I?"

[05:19] Central Princess felt those claws on her hips ad did her best to cover a small shiver that wormed up her slender spine, eyes carefully examining her child for a moment before being drawn closer. "Now see here! I so not look like a little whore, I'm just... more mature than you is all..." Of course the reddish blush on her cheeks wasn't anything for her daughter to be concerned with, nor was the slight fidget of her thighs. "You used to be a little tot, hanging onto my knees, begging to go for a swim..." She looked up, delicate fingers cupping the woman's cheeks. "You got so big though... don't need your old mother anymore, do you?"

[05:30] Seaport Mom stood, pulling her mother from the floor as one mighty claw left itself clamped around the elder's waist to let the other drag along the curve of her body in an almost curious exploration. "Oh it's not a daughter's place to say they don't need their mother anymore." The Port told, her lips gracing her mother's own in a gentile peck. That exploratory claw let itself rest on the curve of the elder's hind, taking an eager hold of it and hugging the motherly hips in tight together so The Youth could feel those pale loins grind against the bulging mass of her own. "A little mother like you certainly isn't too useful for protecting your girls though, we might just have to find you another way to service the young ones and make use of your little body. Wouldn't that be nice?"

[05:36] Central Princess felt that claw explore her body while at the same time being squeezed to her daughter's own, that once timid blush flamed into a crimson mask upon her cheeks. She almost couldn't meet the Port's eyes as her own tried to look elsewhere, to put her mind on anything other than the thick mass she felt smooshed up between her thighs. It was sadly not to be as she heard those words, it almost sounded like the hissing sweet nothings of a lover and that idea alone made her strain and try to put a little distance between them. "Wh-what do you mean? I most certainly can protect my kin, I have state of the art attachments and..." She silenced, she could feel it herself but she desperately hoped her child couldn't, after all what kind of mother would she be if her pussy was dripping dew onto her daughter's fat cock? "You should put me down... I'm not as sprightly as I once was and you see my bones get all achey when it's storming and cold and it... it's really stormy and cold right now so I should... uhm... find my room."

[05:50] Seaport Mom pressed her face against the side of her mother's own, indulging in their closeness with a set of kisses trailing down the arc of her neck. "We're equip to handle ourselves, mother. There's no need to watch over us quite like you used to." She asserted, the ass groping hand sliding from its position only to hook a claw into the hem of The Larger Girl's panties, slowly peeling the thin fabric prison down from around the immense stiffness until its prisoner came springing free into the open air. The stiffness of the immense shaft slapped itself upon the elder's lower belly, grinding against the smooth skin as bulging cum veins decorated the pulsing shaft, each one dancing in tandem to the heavy beat of The Port's heart. Trails of glowing pre began to leak right onto the motherly figure, slathering her flesh in fecund globs of tar-thick primer like The Daughter wanted the pheromone ridden scent of her seed to stain her mother's very being. "I have the perfect idea for how you can serve your daughters though. Since you're such a little toy compared to us we might as well use you like one. After all nothing can quite compare to a mother's love, can it?" The Girl questioned, lifting her mother high enough to let the tip of her broad shaft stamp against the elder's crotch, fat loads of pre dousing her pussy in a sheen of tingling, incestuous virility.

[05:59] Central Princess was growing increasingly worried as her child began to get closer and far more intimate than ever should be between them, if it was possible to blush past this point she would've. Even more so when she felt that stiffness against her belly, the knob resting right about where her womb was located, she would've been lying to both herself and the port if she said she hated it. The smell of her daughter's musk and the feel of that gloopy pre was enough to stir long forgotten emotions and drives, kicking her cold baby maker into a roaring flame of pheromones and desires. She had been barren for years after all, once a mother's duty is done there's little reason to keep an egg kicking about, but her children were not little anymore. They did not need a mother, they needed a breeder, a lay, a hole to burry their urges within and douse with their congealing semen, but could she be that for her children? Could she look upon the angelic faces of her dearly beloved family with the same warmth and tenderness she once had after taking this step too far? "I don't think we shou-" Again the words were silenced in her throat as her dear Port hefted her up and pressed that bloated bellend up against her plump little folds, the blackened lips after moistened on their own. Yet that mark still stoked her slumbering fires, being branded in the potent fecund stench of her darling's precursor really made her snatch drizzle with juices. A gentle moan teasing past her lips as her arms instinctually wrapped around her atomic child's neck, leaning forward and resting her noggin against the Port's, deep in thought. She could. "Then fuck me..." Her words a whisper, tender loving tones for her child. "Give your mother a granddaughter..." 

[06:16] Seaport Mom needed no more encouragement than the feeling of her mother's juices trailing down the thickness of her fleshy spire, but as her tones fell upon daughterly ears The Port sent her hips shooting up in tandem with one savage downward tug. Their hips met in a body shaking collision of flesh on flesh, the immensity of the young cock started to shine bright in its own glorious atomic power. Every twitch that ran through the thick rod left the searing heat of the breeder growing only more immense until the plumpness of her overstuffed balls clapped against The Mother's ass, letting her feel the way those nuclear cum factories were busy churning and boiling with excitement, load after load being made right then and there to meet the demands of The Daughter's arousal until the balls themselves became swollen and dense to the touch. The port's lips pressed against her mother's own, locking their mouths together in an indulgent kiss that had the younger tongue snaking itself into the elder's cheek to bulge them and explore every inch of those depths like the entirety of that maternal body was property to tease and toy with. The claw wrapping about the older hime's body tightened, making a sleeve out of her in the way it shot her hips up and down along the thickness of her daughter's cock, the heavy sounds of their rutting calling out in a set of deep rooting collisions as the scent of the overly virile girl began to drift from a lust inducing scent to an absolutely mind numbing smell. The Daughterly Testis worked overtime to spill pheromones and breeder hormones into the air, letting the smell cling to their bodies only more and more with every passing moment like that scent was already working to douse the mother's brain in enough ovary tingling chemicals that even the most infertile of wombs could find themselves kicking back into action.

[06:28] Central Princess felt her daughter surge upwards and some part of her mind regretted her words and actions, regretted ever seeing her lovely daughter again for the first time in ages. That part was promptly stamped out as her child's massive prick rooted into her much smaller snatch to bust open her weakened cervix and make her belly bulge out from the sheer size. Lips opening into a scream before she was silence with a kiss, a loving embrace of lip ad tongue as she felt her teeth and gums being brushed by that much larger muscle. She was weak against her nuclear powered daughter, she was weak as both a woman and a mother, of course she could've killed the Port if she had so desired but the bonds of maternity were not easily swayed. Not even as her lover's large clawed hand began to pump her lower half up and down, forcing her to ride that monstrous girth as her belly bulged and collapsed in an endless repetition of that deep plunge. The saucy sounds of slicked and lust fulled flesh clapping together over and over as her modest breasts rubbed and squished upon her darling's larger pillows, what a way to feel inferior. She was powerful, she was in control of her own Abyssal fleet, she was the mother of the brightest and the strongest of the ocean's elite, and yet she felt incredibly small against her atomic powered sweetheart. A coo slipping from her lips as she began to return the kiss in earnest, suckling on that thick tongue and drinking down the woman's saliva like a fine liquor. Her throat bulging as she swallowed the muscle into her gullet and began to squeeze and wring her pussy, coiling her velvety inner walls around that invading member. Her loins were a blazing inferno with each clap of testicles to ass and she wasn't about to be stopping their coital dance, quite the opposite in fact as her legs closed around the Port's hips and thighs. Holding herself on tight and allowing her precious child to slamfuck her twat like that juicy little cunt was nothing more than a rubber aide for her lover to dump a load. Which it may as well have been as her leathery matronly labia were stretched nice and wide against the base of that glowing manhood, basking in the atomic warmth that penetrated her frail form. 

[06:51] Seaport Mom pressed a claw against the thick bulge that had formed along her mother's stomach, taking such entertainment in the fact she could spear into the back of her elder's womb so vigorously that the heavy glow of her breeder shone through the stretched flesh. The Tongue swabbing the older hime's gullet tugged itself free, only enough for The Daughter to lean her head back in one long pull that had the slick muscle spilling to the heafty bosom between them. "I knew my mother had a needy little whore hiding in her~" The Girl cooed, biting her mother's lower lip as the way her hips pistoned themselves up against the sleeve of her mother's pussy became more and more animalistic. The rough pounding echoed around them, the immense heat radiating from the daughterly cock causing steam to bellow out from around their connection, a thick cheek of sweat beginning to glisten the youth's frame as she reached a claw up to run through her mother's hair and clamp onto one handful. There was a sudden tug that wrung the head back, presenting the pale bosom for the daughter to sink her teeth into ever violently. The Port bit upon the woman's nipple, demanding it peak into stiffness with the way she tugged upon the fleshy tip until it snapped back from her jaws to jiggle in place with a new array of teeth marks sinking into the pale tit. Right as The Daughterly Port clamped her teeth down upon the other breast her cock gave a mighty flex, each vein riddling the immense shaft bulging as a rope of pre shot itself against the bulging back wall of the motherly womb, a new dose of atomic swimmers joining in the glue-like spunk to let her feel the way her balls were beginning up pump out virile tadpoles large enough to feel tickling against those tamed insides like each and every swimmer churned into existence out of those ass clapping balls were growing desperate to knock the motherly body up, the scent of The Youth's musk becoming hot and passionate enough that every breath was smothered in the scent of breeding ships, stray globs of seed leaking back out from their connection corrupting the very air as if the scent could impregnate the motherly figure through smell alone.

[07:08] Central Princess had almost mewled when that tongue slid from her maw in thick stringy bridges of spittle, leaving a web of drool between their lips before the connections broke one by one. The feel of that irradiated shaft battering into her depths and making her belly glow was delightful, she was lost in the sensations assaulting her form and didn't notice where those teeth were going. At least until her daughter snapped down, fangs biting into the pale flesh of her breast and making her teat stiffen in an instant, seems like mother was a bit of a pain slut. She merely clutched the Port's head against her bosom as if she were feeding a child despite the harsh bites and licks being delivered to her sensitive nubs. The sight when the larger abyssal pulled away was a shocking one, the skin capping her breast had simply ceased to exist, displaying the black steel and glowing red veins that mar it's glistening surface. Yet despite being mechanical the substance is soft and giving, allowing those teeth to pierce past it's outer hull without issue, leaving marks for little trickles of crimson to leak from her. Though it was nothing compared to the banshee like wail that spilled from her throat when that powerful pre blasted into her thirsty womb with a splatter, marking her precious chamber. The cry was loud and piercing, no doubt bouncing around the citadel, perhaps alerting a few guards, and even summoning her own personal protections. The large skull-like constructs seemingly fading into view from nothing as tubes extended from the backside and slipped into ports along her spine and belly, worming their way between the coupling family. Though it didn't stop her, not in the slightest, if anything the new presence made her more eager to bounce and slam her cunt down against the girl's balls and base. Using her snatch like a cock ring as she bucked her own hips, riding her lover, milking that prick and cooing sweetly into her daughter's ear, tender whispers about how the Port was better than her father. About how her mother was a needy skank, a dirty cum craving bitch in heat, all about her special womb and how she had prepared an egg for her beloved. An ovum waiting for it's monstrous seed, begging her sweetie to cum, to blast her womb, to soak her ovaries, to brand her maidenhood with that putrid sweaty musky stink that made her head go dizzy. Twat tensing up like a leathery vice as she pushes in and cradles the port's head against her modest bosom, breasts supporting that motherly face as she kissed her lips against an ear and spoke in a whisper. "Breed me my child, mark me, claim your mother as your woman... make me all yours.~"

[07:36] Seaport Mom slapped her claws against the mother's hind, taking a savage hold of its plumpness and sinking the metallic peaks into the supple flesh without a moment of hesitation, the stink of pheromone and musk beginning to sow the very walls of the citadel in the smell of incestuous taboo. The immense Shaft stuffing her suddenly swelled, growing steel-stiff in the hold of the stretched pussy like every fiber of The Shaft's being ached with need. A long moan called from The Daughter's lips, muffled by the embrace of her mother's cleavage but still loud and roaring enough to lay The Citadel heavy with the sound of the incestuous rut. The Tense Balls developed throbbing veins along their underside, the over productive testis glowing with searing heat that doused every inch of those stuffed insides in an ungodly heat like The port herself were suffering an absolute meltdown. The Girl's legs tensed, a tremble calling up her spine as the balls hugged in tight, showing every bit of their pulsing might as they visibly drained through pulse after pulse of bulging cum veins, each beat of The Daughter's heart sending a new load of atomic spunk basting the back wall of the filled womb. Billions upon billions of swimmers assaulted The Mother's very core, sowing her with enough incestuous genes that the once dimly glowing bulge that formed against her stomach suddenly took on a bright shimmer of abyssal life as the navy of tadpoles sought out those eggs like the demanding ovary busters they were. The Port's grip upon her mother never faltered, wringing her up suddenly only to immediately slam her back down to the base of the hole stretcher of a cock, the new forceful pressure shooting through the sea of cum The Daughter was sowing her mother with causing that prime cream to shoot right into the tightness of these ovarian tubes, stretching them around the masses of wiggling swimmers as they bloated each egg sack with enough genes to sow the whole abyssal fleet with an atomic child. The Youth's tongue spilled from her lips, panting in the feeling of relief that showered over her body, each mighty tug of those balls milking another bent up burst of spunk right into the hungry hole, The Mother's cervix treated like the gland hugging ring that it was through the gape that was being made out of the mother's pussy. A claw reared back, emphasizing the absolute domination over the elder's figure with one spanking clap against her thick hind, The Daughter cooing up to her seeded parent in a deep, lusty tone. "Give your daughter a sister you depraved whore~"

[07:58] Central Princess merely closed her eyes and waited on her lover's release, tensing and squirming as her body was rut and pummeled by those powerful hips and thighs, her mechanical body only barely withstanding the assault. All as she felt that cock harden, the veins along it's shaft pumping up and twitching as blood forced the flesh into iron-like perfection, this was it and she knew it. Her daughter's prick was about to cum and all she could do was bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming once again as that irradiated goop spilled into her womb. She could feel it, right on down to those thick tadpoles that now squirmed and scoured her precious chamber, searching for her ovum like nazis on the hunt for a jew. There was no escape, not even in her ovaries, no, there was just absolute saturation as the pain and pleasure mixed together within her core, it was intense and it made her spine writhe. In turn the larger mechanisms began to glow, spitting out a fiery glow as their responded to her emotional turmoil and crisis, bellowing their roar's out into the room with a gale wind. But they settled moments later and in turn her belly began to rumble and quiver as her internals set to work on the irradiated sludge percolating within her core. Yet even as the devices began to siphon away the semen and infected eggs she stayed connected with her daughter, taking on more and more brilliant semen as if her belly was a mere tank to hold it all. Gentle whispers and soothing coos spilling into her lover's ear, reassuring and soothing her larger partner and child as a suction began to fill her womb, suckling at the tip of that throbbing cock like the lips of a whore. A little tendril even lapping around the spongy ridge of that helmet, tickling out the last of that precious seed to ensure every last drop had been harvested. Her once bloated and pregnant appearing belly now flat again save for the tremendous bulge of that meaty spire stuck in her cunt, she even reached behind her and stroked those vieny balls. Another kiss on her daughter's forehead, a motherly action despite the incestuous breeding that had just fouled the metallic corridor with the intense stink of spunk and pussy sauce. "Oh my love... you did well, Mama will give you a nice little sister... Nghh... how about a destroyer?~" She tittered, a smile on her lips as oil streamed from her eyes like tears. "Mother loves her babies, you and your sisters are precious after all... Mama will make you happy.~"

[08:23] Seaport Mom kept herself nuzzled in tight to her mother, The Youth's face buried in a world of motherly affections as she indulged in every moment of closeness. A slight shiver ran up her spine at the feeling of the suction in her mother's womb, The Mighty Shaft offering another sputter of seed in retaliation only to return to a constant leaking that the overactive shaft seemed to always be giving. The Daughter's balls relaxed, the plump testis dropping from their place wringing tight to The Larger Port's cock and were left to hang where the elder could feel them beginning to churn out a new wave of swimmers to replace those that were lost. The port glanced up at the pale, motherly face, easing herself up to kiss along her chin. "I'd love a cute little one like that~" She claimed, her hands rearing themselves up to pinch the mother's cheeks before her girl arose once more to her full height, towering over the toy of a parent. "I'll make sure our girl knows what a mother's love is first hand. You simply must tell me when she comes into this world. I wouldn't want her to be lingering too long before she gets acquainted first hand with the mother that studded her." She told, emphasizing her point with a sudden raising of the maternal hips and slamming them back down on the shaft that motherly body had birthed oh so long ago. With a promptness, The Port settled herself seated upon the floor, keeping her mother lap bound to serve as a fine cock warmer for that atomic breeder that throbbed womb deep with every passing heartbeat.

[08:30] Central Princess cooed sweetly and sat with her daughter, loving the closeness even if that frothy ball batter was currently being churned about an artificial womb resting beside them both. The giant skull's maw opening to belch out a cloud of irradiated smoke, the vapors of excess radioactive material settling around the open space and adding a darker shade to the linens. She'd apologize to her other daughter later, for now she cuddled and warmed that prick she once birthed long before at the onset of the great war. A perk that came from being a naval base and a carrier melded together was her floating, so she was light as a feather in her child's lap, merely squeezing and tensing along that girthy spire with lazy adulation. "Of course sweety, she shall have two mothers, unlike you brats who got spit out and raised by machines, a new wholsome generation.~"