Helen & Violet's Quality Time
 
 Heaving the last overstuffed suitcase into the car, Mr. Parr sighed with relief. Closing the back door, he wiped his forehead clean of sweat. Even in his white t-shirt and shorts, the muggy heat of the July morning was too much. Grabbing the keys from his pockets, he couldn't wait to start up the vehicle's AC and bask in its coolness for the next few hours.
 
 "Dash! We're ready to leave!"
 
 An indistinct blur rushed past the man, rippling his shirt in its wake.
 "
 Finally!" Pouting, the blonde boy crossed his arms. "Y'know Dad, I could get there way faster than the car."
 
 Wearily, the father nodded. "Yes, Dash, I know you can. But last I checked, you can't carry a week's worth of luggage on your back. Now, have you used the restroom?"
 The boy rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Dad! I'm not a baby anymore! I can hold it!"
 "Are you sure?"
 "Yes, I'm sure."
 "Because it's a three and half hour drive."
 "I know."
 "With no breaks."
 "No breaks?" Dash furrowed his eyebrows.
 "No breaks."
 
 The boy scratched his chin. "Be right back!" He called out, zooming through the house's front door again.
 The man shook his head. "At least you have a diaper," he said, smiling down at the slightly opened rear passenger door. Giggling, Jack-Jack stretched his tiny hands out. "That's right, you won't ask when we'll be there every five minutes, will you?" Cooing, he wriggled his fingers in the infant's face. "Because you'll have your favorite binky. And it's right . . . here?" Fumbling through his pockets, Bob's heart skipped a beat. "Dang it, where did I put that --"
 
 "Binky?" Strolling across the lawn, his wife held the cheap piece of purple plastic in her fingers. "Found this on the counter," she said, handing the pacifier to the delighted baby.
 
 "Oh Helen, what would I ever do without you?" Bending down, he gave her a quick peck on her lips.
 
 "Probably not much." With a cheeky smile, the woman embraced her bulky husband. Peering down, Bob stared at her juicy ass, crammed into a tight pair of black yoga pants. Smiling, he gave her left cheek a playful pinch.
 
 "Ah!" Looking back, Helen watched the enormous fingers compress her ass to an impossible degree. If she had been naked, she was sure her husband would've stretched it out and allowed the skin to snap back like a rubber band. "Bob! Not out here," she whisper yelled, though not in a serious tone.
 
 Chuckling, he removed his hand. "Sorry, dear. Just wanted a quick feel before we hit the road." Stepping back, his wife's expression turned serious. "Bob, are you sure Jack-Jack will be okay out in the woods? I'm sure Violet and I can handle him."
 "Honey, he'll be fine. He's not a helpless baby anymore, he's got superpowers now! Out there, he can really let loose. And besides, it'd be good for our furniture bill for the month too."
 Helen laughed. "Well, okay."
 "What about you and Vi? Think you can handle our teenage girl for a week?"
 She waved her hand. "Oh, of course! If anything, I'm glad we'll get to spend a little quality time together for a change. It'll be fun!"
 He turned his head towards the house. "Is she still in bed?"
 "Bob, she's a teen and it's 9:57 a.m. during summer break. Of course she's still sleeping!"
 
 Just as she finished, a rush of air blew past her, causing her starch white blouse to ripple. "I'm good now, Dad! Let's go!" In less than a second, Dash had gotten into the car and buckled himself in.
 
 Sighing, Bob opened the driver's door. "Take it easy, Dash. Remember, we have a long way to go before we reach the camp site!" Starting the car up, he turned his head towards Helen. "See you in a week, dear." Chuckling, Helen closed the door for him. "Don't worry, I'll pray for you."
 
 Raising her voice, she called out. "Bye Dash, bye Jack-Jack! Have fun! And be nice to your Dad, you hear?" Waving them off, Helen smiled as she watched the family's car pull out of the driveway and down the asphalt street of the cul-de-sac.
 
 Seeing it finally disappear from view, she placed both hands on her ample hips and looked down. "Honestly, Violet. Did you really have to grab onto my leg right as I walked out here? Your father could've bumped against you!"
 
 A trembling female voice responded from thin air. "Sorry, Mom. Guess I wasn't thinking straight." Completely naked, the girl had wrapped her scrawny legs and arms around her mother's left leg. Humping it like a dog, she pressed her head tight against the waist. Already aroused, it had taken some skill to avoid her father's touch, but it was worth it to rub her needy pussy against her mom so shamelessly out in the open.
 
 Shaking her head, Helen turned on her slippered heel and walked back towards the house. While not nearly as strong as her husband, lifting her thin daughter was easy for the superheroine. "Kids these days, no patience whatsoever!" Using her other leg, she shut the front door.
 Stepping into the living room, she swiveled her head. "Now, I plan on relaxing in front of the T.V. for a while. But where should I sit?"
 
 Feeling Violet scramble off her legs and towards the couch, the mother smiled when a round concavity pushed down on its plush beige cushions. Sashaying her way over, Helen positioned her legs and lifted her butt high into the air. "Ah, this looks like a nice spot." Grinning, she dropped her mouth-watering bottom straight down. Slamming against Violet's head, the girls' face was quickly engulfed by ass crack. Smothered in between two velvety cheeks, her nose twitched from the musky, though not unpleasant, smell.
 "
 Mfff!" Crying out, she lost control. Turning visible, her neck peeked out between Helen's pliable thighs, while the rest of her body was trapped in between two long legs. Gliding her left hand to her nether regions, the girl wasted no time. Burying two fingers into her moist slit, she masturbated.
 
 Pleased by the wet sclicks, Helen wiggled her butt from side to side, pressing the girl's nose even deeper. "There! Perfect." Crossing her legs, she stretched out her hand to pick up the remote control on the table. Turning the T.V. on, she flicked through a couple of channels before landing on her favorite one. "And just in time for my stories! Hmm, last I checked this is the two-hour season finale." Chuckling, she leaned back. "Well, that's fine. I don't plan on leaving this couch until it's over!" Seeing the title card of her show fade away into a scene, the woman quickly became invested into the episode's storyline, while her daughter continued playing with her tight cunt.
 
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"Can you believe that?" Nose wrinkling, Helen glared at the T.V. in disgust. "I can't believe Rodrigo would abandon Miranda for Isabella in a heartbeat! And after everything she's done for him and his sick mother! What a pig!" She turned her head. "What do you think, Violet?"
 
"Ack! Ecgh, bleck!"
 
 Of course, the girl couldn't say much while she was being choked. Hanging from the ceiling's broad rafters by both feet and an arm, Helen's body drooped down and curved like a hammock. Suspended above the couch, the woman had decided to change positions during a commercial break. Now straddling her midsection, Violet's hands were tied behind her with the stretchy woman's free arm, while her equally elastic neck coiled around the poor girl's throat. Gagging and sputtering, Violet's face was upturned from the pain, while tears trickled down her cheeks from the suffocating lack of oxygen.
 
 "T-tighter, Mommy . . ." The girl croaked out. Apparently, it wasn't enough for her.
 
 Helen quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, like this dear?" Flexing her neck muscles, her grip on the sore throat became even greater. Coughing, Violet thrusted her pelvis against her mother's stomach. "Yes! Like that!" Her mother snickered at her eagerness. "My, what a kinky daughter I have." Her voice was sly and husky, making her vaguely Southern accent even sexier. "You love it when Mommy wraps around you like this, hmm? When she holds you nice and tight!" Clenching her eyes, she tensed her neck even more. Yelping, Violet was approaching her breaking point. Her vision was getting blurrier every second. So was her arousal.
 
  "Y-y-yes, M-m-mommy." She stuttered.
 "Or when Mommy gets close to your cute little ears like this~" Heart thumping, Violet felt the wet warmth of her mother's breath blow against her right ear. "Mmhmmm!" Shivering like a twig, she would've fallen off had it not been for the heroine's strength.
 "And when she gives them a long, deep lick~" Smirking, Helen unfurled her slick tongue out and stroked the ear's delicate inner folds.
 
  Jolting in place, Violet cried out. Grinding her pussy against the growing wet spot on her mother's blouse, the sensation was pushing her to the edge. Cooing and moaning, Helen brushed the tip of her tongue around and around the curves of the outer ear. Satisfied at how wet they were now, she moved towards more unexplored regions. Bending her tongue back, she plunged it straight into Violet's ear canal without warning.
 
  Screeching as much as she could, the girl's body shook even more. Despite this, the tongue crawled on, like a worm exploring the dirt holes it creates and lives in. Cramped into the tight space, the tongue was only able to get so far thanks to its owner's superpowers. Reaching an inch in, it finally stopped -- only to then start rolling around, lapping against the vulnerable walls.
 
  Feeling like her brain was being punctured, Violet screamed. With one last hump, she came. Clear fluids gushed out of her folds, staining her mother's outfit. Wet herself, Helen rubbed herself over her pants using the free hand she had. Though she didn't cum, bolts of pleasure coursed through her brain. Rolling her eyes back, she wasn't about to let her daughter have all the fun.
 
  After a few seconds, Violet's orgasm passed. Slumping over, her body became limp. Only the slight movements of her breathing were a clue she was still alive.
 Concerned, Helen quickly unwrapped herself from Violet's neck. "Honey? Are you okay?"
 
  A few seconds passed in unnerving silence. Finally, the girl spoke up. "Y-yeah Mom. I'm good." Gently pulling a hand out of her mother's loosened grip, she tenderly rubbed her raw flesh. Angry bands of red wrapped around her abused throat. Still, she smiled. "That felt so good, Mom. I wasn't if you were gonna hold back, but you really didn't. Thanks."
 
  Sighing, the woman shook her head again. "Really, Vi, I don't know how you got into this whole 'choking' business." Her expression softened. "But if anyone gets to do it, than I'm glad it's me. Now," she continued, wrapping an arm around her daughter's slim abdomen, "let's get down from here."
 
  With more ease and mastery than the most skillful of acrobats, Helen lowered herself down onto the floor, compressing her appendages back to their normal state. Standing up, she held her daughter tightly against her bosom. Seeing the show's credits scroll on the screen, she picked the remote up and turned the T.V. off. With a quick glance, she checked the clock. "Noon already? Well, it's not right to stay cooped up in the house on a nice day like this. Let's go out back." Cradling Violet in her arms, she strolled out of the living room and into the modest, fenced in backyard they had.
 
 Closing the door behind, Helen set her girl on the soft grass. Taller than it usually was, it seemed the lawn needed to be mowed soon. But, as both girls knew, that could wait for another day.
 
  Unbuttoning her blouse, Helen revealed her bare breasts with showmanlike pride. Bobbling out, her medium sized breasts soaked in the sunlight. Setting the blouse on a nearby table, she then slipped off her yoga pants. "Feel like going for a swim, Violet." With an enthusiastic nod, Violet crawled over to the woman on her knees. "I thought you would." Stepping out of her pants, the mother was now as naked as her daughter was. Stretching her legs out ever so slightly, she walked to her and stood over the girl's head in a striking pose. Spreading her private lips open, she used two fingers from both hands to display them. Instead of opening up her slit, however, she pulled open the much smaller hole slightly above it.
 
  Grabbing both of her mother's legs, Violet stared up at the awaiting bladder opening. With a great grin, she knew exactly what the other woman was planning.
 
  "There may be a little pee left in there, but don't worry. I'll fill it up with the hose soon enough. Now get ready, Violet! Here I come!"
 
  In one motion, Helen pulled the tiny hole as wide as possible before pressing the top of her daughter's head against it. Feeling her hair tickle it, she cried out before sucking in the rest. Of course, given her powers it was no trouble at all taking Violet's entire head in through her urethra. Given how short the distance was, in an instant the girl already made it to the bladder. Sensing some wetness, she figured her mother was right. Still, that certainly didn't dampen her spirits. Pressed tightly against Helen's skin, her beaming face was discernible from the outside. Like a fleshy balloon, the slippery walls of the bladder perfectly conformed to its outline.
 
  Pulling her arms through into the organ, Violet giggled as she spread them out to make as much room as possible. Watching her pelvis expand in front of her, Helen bit her lip. Her gaping bladder hole now reached past Violet's modest chest. Taking a deep breath, the woman couldn't wait to fit her entire daughter in.
 
  "AAH!" With a cry, Helen dropped to her knees, ramming in the rest of Violet's torso. Again, her eager face was shoved against the malleable flesh. Spurred by her mother, the girl fumbled around, pulling her legs through the hole. In no time at all, her wiggling toes slipped through.
 
  "Oh geez. That feels good!" Rolling her eyes up, it was Helen's turn to be awash in pleasure. Quivering, she fell on her back, sprawling herself onto the lush ground. Peering down, she saw the lower half of her abdomen squirm and writhe with movement, reaching all the way to her own feet. Smiling, she patted one bulge. "That's it, honey. Make sure you have as much room as possible." Her left arm slithered through the grass until the tips of the fingers touched a rubbery, lime-green hose. Crawling up its length, it wasn't long before it reached the glinting bronze spigot. Giving the wheel-shaped faucet a few turns, the hand gripped near the end of the garden hose and snapped back.
 
  Pressing its metal end against her bladder hole, Helen tingled at how cold it was. Shoving an inch of it in, she eagerly watched as the tube stiffened with water that now rushing towards her. "Here comes the water, Vi!"
 
  No sooner had she stopped then a great stream of icy water flood into her bladder. Groaning, the woman curled her toes against the lawn, ripping out tufts of grass in the process. Sensing the great pressure against her bladder, it felt as if she was urinating in reverse. Panting, she enjoyed the strange sensation. True, she had experimented with her miraculous body in the past -- but never to this extent. Of course, anything for her dear daughter.
 
  As for Violet, she yelped as the initial spurt tickled her soles, but soon grew accustomed to its temperature. Before, the inside of her mother's bladder had been almost uncomfortably warm, both from the woman's body heat and the blistering sun that beat down on it. In just the few seconds within, a sticky sheen of sweat covered her entire body. As the cool water started to pool around her, however, she got cooler as well. Splashing it against her sides and back, the girl was refreshed, and ready to relax in her mother's most private area.
 
  Minutes passed. Even at full blast, it took the hose a while to fill its new home to level that satisfied both girls. Finally, however, Helen's hand reached back up to turn the faucet off, then back down to pull its head out with a nice 'pop!'
 
 Tossing it to the side, the mother took both hands and slapped them against her belly. Smoothed out from the giant pool of water, it became a huge dome of skin that extended an impressive six feet into the air. Sloshing and splashing, the water's movement could be heard from the outside, rippling the white skin. Helen called out. "That enough water for you, Violet?"
 
 Muffled though it was, her voice carried through the elastic flesh. "Yeah Mom, I'm good!" Wading in the water, the girl was left with a good-sized pocket of air near the top thanks to how the water was pulled down by gravity. Taking a precious breath, she dove down and began performing underwater somersaults. Bouncing against the bladder's walls, she was having a wonderful time swimming inside her mother. Engulfed by darkness, she allowed her mind to wander in the seemingly endless sea.
 
 Jerking and swaying from side to side, the enormous bulge remained in place. Grinning, Helen rested her head against the soft lawn and closed her eyes. "Think I'll work on my tan while we're out here. Remember, Violet, come up for air whenever you need it."
 "I will, Mom!" She responded, before plunging back into the lower depths.
 Relaxing, Helen watched as a plane far above sped through the sky. The background noise of passing cars and the occasional barking dog lulled her into a light nap.
 
  A few hours passed in this tranquility. Finally, though, the woman woke up. Rubbing her eyes, Helen noticed how the summer sun was now disappearing over the horizon, leaving behind smears of oranges and reds in its wake. Craning her neck up, she placed her head against her now still belly. Hearing light snores from within, it seemed that Violet had also gone to sleep. Peering up at the new bulge near the top that malformed the otherwise perfect semi-sphere, she grinned. "Violet," she called out in a soothing tone, "time to wake up, dear."
 
  Floating on her back, the girl soon opened her eyes. Pulling herself down, only her head and neck stuck out of the water's surface. "Aw, Mom! Do I have to get out now? Just ten more minutes, please?"
 "Sorry, dear, but I have to start preparing dinner. Besides," she stroked her swollen abdomen, "I really need to pee now."
 
  Having held it in for so long, the urge to release was growing in the woman. Clenching her fists, she started to pee. "Aaaah . . . that feels so good now." Leaning her head back, she relished finally letting it all go. Smushed underneath a mountain of skin, however, the water that squirted out splashed against it and seeped into the ground below. Even after a minute of non-stop urinating, the gigantic dome didn't seem to shrink by a centimeter.
 
  "Uh, Mom?" Suspended in the water, Violet piped up, "I don't think we're making much progress."
 Craning her vision up, Helen frowned. "You're right. Here, maybe if I just . . . " Using her left hand, she dug it underneath the crevice between her stomach and pelvis. Stretching it out, she fumbled until she at last came across her slit. Poking around further, she felt the elusive urethra. Jamming her fingers in, she pulled it open and extended it to otherwise impossible width. Soon as she did, the trickle of water spilling out became a geyser. Rolling out onto the grass in great waves, the sheer amount of water pouring out made a much more appreciable impact on the dome's size. It also made for a stimulating experience. Crying out, Helen heaved and moaned as bucketfuls of water rushed out of her. Realizing this, Violet sucked in a gulp of breath and dove back down. Sensing the water flowing past her, she allowed herself to be carried in its currents.
 
  FWOOSH!
 
  In a second, the girl slid out, coming to a stop only a foot away from the bladder opening. Running a hand through her long, wet strands of hair, she turned around and crawled back to her mother's side.
 
  Sighing, Helen opened one eye, and was relieved to find that the bulge had almost vanished during the past minute. Pulling her hand back, she allowed whatever remaining water there was to pass through her at a normal rate. Stroking her flat tummy, she grinned.
 
  "Haaah . . . Oh! There you are, Violet!" Hugging her, the girl pressed her bare skin tightly against that of her mother. Resting her head on top the nice pair of tits, she smiled up. "Hey, Mom. Thanks for letting me swim in your 'pool'. I thought I'd burn up in today's heat." Scanning her eyes down, they widened at the sight of Helen's bare, pinkish-brown nipples. "Is this dinner?" Without letting her mother respond, Violet opened her mouth and bit down on one nipple while pinching the other between her index finger and thumb.
 
  "Violet! Not so hard!" Clenching her teeth, Helen moaned. Secretly, of course, she loved the rough treatment.
 
  Ignoring her pleas, Violet sucked and mashed them even harder. Lifting her head and hand back, she stretched them out like taffy, watching as the taut flesh wiggle thanks to her, before letting them snap back into place. Placing a hand on her daughter's head, Helen's knees wobbled at how much her tender boobs were being abused. "That's it, dear. Don't worry about hurting me, I've taken much worse." Heart pounding, she stroked her girl's back while she continued to play with her chest.
 
  After a few minutes passed, Violet finally stopped. Detaching her lips, she glanced up at her mother's glowing face. "Thanks Mom for dinner" she said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
 
  Helen chuckled. "Silly girl, that's not dinner. Now, let's get up and head to the kitchen where you can eat some real food." Getting up, Helen lifted her daughter up by an arm.
 
  "Already? And we were having so much fun . . ." Crossing her arms, Violet pouted.
 "I know dear, but you need a proper dinner. And besides," swiveling her head back, a sultry expression danced over her face, "I have a special dessert planned for you tonight~" Beckoning her with a finger, she opened the back door. "Now come along, Violet. You don't want to make me wait, do you?"
 Shaking her head in the negative, the girl jogged over with a widening grin.
 
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  Lying on her frontside, Helen placed her chin on her two crossed arms. Biting her lip, she looked back. "There now. Wasn't that worth the wait?"
 
  Lounging on the vast bed she shared with her husband, the woman had put on her signature superheroine outfit. Complete with her stark black eye mask, it looked as if she was about to head into battle. Except, of course, for the plus one she had stuffed inside her suit. Crammed tight into the well-designed outfit, practically every inch of Violet's form could be made out as it lay across her mother's back. Her scrunched up feet stopped near Helen's shoulders, while her face was firmly planted in between her mother's alluring ass. Although this time instead of providing a barrier, the outfit ensured the girl was pinned down to her mother's skin.
 
  Taking each cheek with a hand, Violet kneaded the plush flesh while burying her tongue deep into her mother's anus. Slobbering over it and the moist crack, her delighted look was etched into the black and red spandex. Covered in both her own and her mother's sweat, this time she didn't mind the overwhelming heat. Instead, she loved how it slippery it made her, and how easily it allowed her to slide up and down. Smacking her lips, she was clearly enjoying her dessert.
 
  "Mmm, yes Mom! Definitely worth the wait!" Was all she could say before returning to her meal.
 
  "Really? I made sure not to wash it after the last couple of fights we've been in, so my smell is all over it~" Smirking, Helen clenched her ass. "It must be overwhelming you now, isn't it?"
 
  Startled, Violet only dove even deeper into the fleshy crevice. "Of course not Mom! I love your scent!" Taking a big whiff, her nose twitched from the tantalizing aroma. Even in the midst of battle, she always thought her mother smelled divine.
 
  "Glad to hear it, because you'll be staying there all night long." Grabbing a nearby pillow, she tucked it underneath her chin. Resting her head on it, she grinned. "And I hear tonight's going to be extra muggy, so try not to get too hot~" Giggling, the woman closed her eyes again as she fell back to sleep. Meanwhile, Violet continued to lap away at the salty sweat accumulating around her mother's curves, savoring the taste.
 
  At that moment, only one thought crossed both their minds: 'I can't wait to see how the other six days will go by!'