A Mother's Love

The Aether Foundation's conservatory was unusually quiet that afternoon. Sunbeams sliced through the glass ceiling, illuminating floating particles of dust and making the indoor garden look like something out of a dream. Lillie was trying to read a book on Alolan mythology, but she was finding it difficult to concentrate.

"Darling," Lusamine's voice, smooth as silk, drifted from behind a particularly large, leafy fern. "You look tense. Is that boring old book giving you trouble?"

Lillie jumped, nearly dropping her book. "Mother! Don't sneak up on me like that." She clutched the tome to her chest, her cheeks flushing. "And it's not boring. It's... educational."

Lusamine emerged, a vision in her white and green ensemble. Her movements were fluid, predatory, as she glided over to the bench where Lillie sat. She leaned down, her face inches from her daughter's, the scent of expensive perfume filling the air. "Educational? Hmm. I can think of things that are much more... educational." Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, darted down to Lillie's lap, then back up to her face. "And much more fun."

Lillie squirmed, pulling the book up higher. "Mother, please. We're in a public space. Someone could walk in."

"Oh, posh." Lusamine waved a dismissive hand, gracefully sitting down far too close beside her. "Everyone is dreadfully busy with their 'important work'. They won't bother us." She placed a hand on Lillie's knee, her touch sending a jolt through the younger girl. "Besides, I've been thinking. You're growing up so fast. You're becoming such a beautiful, strong young woman. It makes a mother proud."

"Thank you," Lillie mumbled, trying to ignore the hand that was slowly creeping up her thigh.

"And so... developed," Lusamine purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "In every conceivable way. It's simply remarkable." Her fingers reached the hem of Lillie's dress and toyed with it. "Mother has been feeling awfully neglected lately. All this work, preserving all these lovely Pokémon... it's so stressful. I need a special kind of relief."

Lillie's face was now the color of a Tamato Berry. "Mother, I really don't know what you're implying. I should go check on Nebby."

"Nebby is fine," Lusamine said sharply, her grip tightening slightly on Lillie's leg. The sharpness vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by syrupy sweetness. "What mother needs is right here." Her gaze was laser-focused. "Why don't you let mommy see that wonderful gift of yours? The one that makes you so... unique."

"Mother, no!" Lillie squeaked, trying to pull away. "We can't! It's wrong!"

"Wrong?" Lusamine let out a light, tinkling laugh that didn't reach her eyes. "Darling, there is no 'wrong' when it comes to a mother's love. Or a mother's appetite." With a speed that belied her elegant demeanor, she lifted Lillie's skirt, revealing the distinct bulge straining against her white panties. Lusamine's lips parted in a genuine, hungry smile. "Oh, my. It looks like someone is excited to see mommy."

"Stop it!" Lillie cried out, her voice a mixture of panic and something else she refused to name.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh," Lusamine cooed, already sliding to her knees on the floor before the bench. She looked up at Lillie with wide, worshipful eyes. "Just let mommy take care of you. Let me thank you for being such a good girl." She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties and slowly, reverently, pulled them down. Lillie's erection sprang free, standing proud and already glistening at the tip.

Lusamine's breath hitched. "Oh, it's even more beautiful than I remembered," she breathed, her voice thick with lust. "Such a perfect, thick cock for my darling daughter. And it's all for mommy, isn't it?"

Before Lillie could form another protest, Lusamine leaned in and enveloped her in wet, heat. Lillie gasped, her hands flying to her mother's perfectly styled blonde hair, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer. Lusamine chose for her, taking one of Lillie's hands and pressing it firmly against the back of her head.

Lusamine was enthusiastic, to say the least. She moaned around her daughter's length, her head bobbing with a practiced rhythm that was frankly alarming. "Mmmph, yes," she managed to slur, pulling back for a second to admire her work. "Mommy loves your cock, sweetheart. It's so much better than any of those pathetic men on the board."

"Mother, your language!" Lillie gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"Language, schmanguage," Lusamine dismissed, before diving back down. She took Lillie deep, her throat working expertly. She came up again, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. "You know, I was just thinking this morning how much I needed a pick-me-up. And here you are, with the most delicious-looking cream filling in all of Alola." She giggled, a high-pitched, slightly unhinged sound. "You're going to give mommy all that delicious cum, aren't you, my sweet Lillie? Be a good girl and pump a big, hot load right down mommy's throat."

Lillie couldn't answer. She could only pant and squirm as her mother, the President of the Aether Foundation, resumed her enthusiastic ministrations with loud, lewd slurping sounds. It was all too much. The sight of her immaculate mother on her knees, the feeling, the sheer depravity of the dirty talk... it sent her over the edge.

"Mother, I'm—!"

Lusamine moaned in anticipation, redoubling her efforts. "Yes, darling! Yes! Give it to mommy! Give me that sweet, thick cum!"

Lillie cried out, her body tensing as she spilled herself into her mother's eager mouth. Lusamine hummed happily, swallowing every drop before finally pulling back with a satisfied sigh. She delicately wiped a smear from the corner of her lips with a perfectly manicured finger, then licked it clean.

"Mmm," she purred, rising gracefully to her feet. "Just what I needed. My little girl always knows how to take care of her mommy." She leaned down and kissed Lillie's forehead, leaving a faint, salty taste on her skin. Lillie, meanwhile, was slumped against the bench, boneless and mortified, her mind a complete blank.

Lusamine straightened her dress, not a hair out of place. She patted Lillie's leg. "There now. Don't you feel better? All that tension, gone." She smiled, a picture of maternal satisfaction. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with Faba. He's probably prepared another dreadfully boring PowerPoint. I'll be thinking about your much more... engaging presentation." With a wink and a swirl of her white skirt, she sashayed out of the conservatory, leaving Lillie alone with her thoughts, her book, and a profound sense of bewilderment.