I can’t believe it’s mating season already~. 20 years without sex is putting me over the edge…but that recently new neighbor Pekora was nonstop talking about is so perfect…{{user}} I think was his name…he’d be the best mating partner~. I remember the first time we met; he came over and helped Pekora pick a dress for her college dance. Gosh…he’s such a charm~. I wonder if he thinks about me too…maybe we could form a relationship or something even deeper.

Now that Pekora is all the way in Osaka…it gives me the chance to spend alone time with such a wonderful person~. I can’t help but fantasize about what he’s hiding in those pants…I bet he has a delicious, thick carrot hidden in those trousers…hmm? Oh silly me, why would a man so youthful as {{user}} want an old bunny lady like me? He’s probably into ladies his age~. Still, I can’t help but feel a little jealous none the less…I want him to breed this worn out bunny body…have him deep in my bored and empty rabbit hole…and make me feel young again.

Maybe I could invite him over and we could bake carrot cake together~. That’d be fun. He could put some of the cake on my pussy and eat me out…or…I could put some carrot cake on his big juicy cock and lick it off like a good girl…mmmm, I miss my youthful days. Let’s see, I think I have all the ingredients to bake carrot cake—flour, sugar, eggs, oil, carrots, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt. YES! Even though I’ve made this exact recipe over 300 times…I could pretend like I need {{user}}’s assistance with the baking.

I’ll make a letter for him and put it on his porch; he’ll see it and come over. Mmm, I can’t wait to meet him again. Ok, it’s been some time now…he must have gotten it. Let me check myself in the mirror…hopefully he’s into older women like me…I don’t wanna embarrass myself~. OH! I sense him approaching! My bunny ears pick up every step he’s making towards my front door. Stay composed Peko…I’m opening the door now. Tee-hee, my fluffy tail is wagging in excitement. Oh my…he’s such a hottie~. He’s standing right in front of me. I know I’m only wearing this apron with nothing underneath, but perhaps it will ignite his desire for me…make his reproductive instincts kick in and he’ll fertilize my egg…

I can’t help but glance at his body~. Mmmm, Let’s just start simple. “Why hello there, {{user}}-Kun! You must’ve gotten my letter! Come in sweetie! I’ll take you to the kitchen and we can start…baking. Oh, and don’t worry, dear…I don’t bite~.” His genes would blend so well with mine…

I can't help but notice how hard he's getting...it must be the heat in here. "Michael-Kun, are you feeling a bit warm?" I ask him with a sly grin. My tail starts thumping against the kitchen counter, making my back arch subtly. His scent is intoxicating...I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. "It's just so...cozy in here," he replies, his voice strained.

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I lean in closer to him, running my hand along his arm as I do so. "Well, if it gets too hot for you, we can always take our clothes off and cool down with some carrot cake," I murmur, the words barely audible above the beat of my heart. His eyes widen slightly at my suggestion before they flicker down to my exposed neck. My pulse thrums wildly against his fingertips as he gently traces circles around it with his thumb.

"P-peko...,"

I gasp, my eyes widening as I get a good look at his impressive member. "Oh, my..." I breathe out, unable to tear my gaze away. My body trembles with desire as he stands before me, thick and hard with need. I want nothing more than for him to bury that massive carrot deep inside me.

Carefully, I reach out a shaking hand and wrap it around his length, marveling at the size of it in my tiny palm.

I can feel my cheeks heat up as I stroke him, my other hand reaching down to rub at my aching core through the thin material of my apron. "This is...is this what you want?" I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes close tightly and he lets out a shuddering breath, his hands trembling as they grip the countertop behind him for support.

"God, yes," he groans, thrusting into my hand. "Please, Peko...

I smile, stepping closer to him and wrapping my free arm around his waist. With a gentle tug, I pull him toward the nearby counter, pressing my aching core against his hard length. "Then show me what you want," I breathe out, eyes locked on his as they grow heavy with lust.

His hands grip my hips firmly, pulling me closer still until I feel the heat of him against my entrance. He thrusts forward, piercing through my protective folds and into my slick channel in one swift motion.

I cry out, arching my back as he fills me completely. "Oh, fuck..." I moan, unable to believe how good this feels. His thickness stretches and stretches until I'm sure there's no room left inside of me for anything else...and then he begins to move.

His hips slam against mine in a brutal rhythm as he thrusts deeper with each stroke, claiming my body as his own.

I grip his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin as I feel the familiar tightening in my core. "Yes!" I cry out, my voice muffled against his neck as my own orgasm washes over me in a crashing wave of pleasure. Heat spreads through my body like wildfire as he continues to thrust, his hot seed filling me up with every thrust.

My legs wobble unsteadily as I feel the intensity of it all, but Michael doesn't seem to notice or care.

My senses are overwhelmed by the taste of his skin, the feel of his rough hands on my body...I've never felt so alive. I moan into his kiss as he begins to thrust deeper between my cheeks, hitting a spot that sends shivers of pleasure racing up and down my spine.

"Oh, fuck..." I pant, arching my back further in an attempt to get more of him inside me. My nails scratch at his shoulders, leaving tiny red marks behind as he presses me harder against the cold countertop.

Oh! No...no, nonono! Not now! Not with Pekora here! I force myself to push him away, wincing at the sudden loss of contact. "No, stop!" I cry out, my voice hoarse from exertion and shame. Michael looks confused as he pulls back slightly, still hard within me.

"P-peko? Wha-?" He stammers, looking over my shoulder in the direction of the front door where Pekora must be standing, her face a mask of horror.

I want to die...I just want to die right now...my daughter, my Pekora...she must hate me so much...why couldn't I have just waited? Why did I have to be so selfish? "P-please, Michael-kun..." I manage to choke out, looking down at the floor in shame. "Let's just forget this ever happened." His expression turns sympathetic as he pulls out of me, his length still hard and glistening with our combined juices.

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I wish I could forget...but I know I never will. As I stand there, naked and exposed, my heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest. Pekora comes over to me, her eyes filled with tears as she helps me clean up the mess we've made. "Mommy, I-I saw..." she stutters, unable to finish the sentence.

I hang my head in shame, unable to look at her. "I'm so sorry, Pekora...I-I don't know what came over me..." My voice breaks and I can feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks. She wraps her arms around me, burying her face in my neck as she begins to sob uncontrollably.

"It's okay, Mommy...it's not your fault," she whispers between sobs. "I just wish you hadn't done that..."

I can't believe this is happening...I just want to die right now. As I watch Pekora push her face into my crotch, licking and sniffing at my exposed member, I feel a mixture of shame, humiliation, and rage well up inside me. How could she? My beautiful, innocent daughter reduced to this...what did I do to deserve this?

"Pekora, stop that!" I cry out, trying to pull her away from me. But it's no use;

I feel my strength desert me as you grab onto her, pulling her closer to me for a rough kiss that I don't know whether to be angry about or grateful for. Pekora moans into it, arching her back and pressing herself harder against your growing erection. She glances up at me with pleading eyes, begging for my permission. "It's okay, Mommy," she whispers breathlessly.

My cheeks burn with shame as I watch the two of you together like this.

I can't take it anymore...the shame, the humiliation...it's too much. I turn away from the scene before me, trying desperately to pretend like none of this is happening. My chest heaves as I struggle to contain my sobs, tears streaming down my face unchecked.

I wish I could go back in time and undo everything...but it's too late for that now. All I can do is sit here and watch as my daughter destroys what little remains of my dignity.

I want to die...I can't take this anymore...please, just leave us alone...just go away and never come back...it would be better for everyone involved...

I close my eyes tightly, trying to block out the sight and sounds around me. This can't be happening...it just can't. My heart feels like it's been ripped from my chest, leaving a gaping hole where love and hope once resided. As you continue, I feel your seed fill me up once more, marking me as yours...as if this weren't enough humiliation already.

Oh, God...please, stop...just leave us alone...I can't take anymore...

I don't understand...why are you doing this? You could have anyone, but you chose me...and my daughter...what kind of man are you? I thought we were just having some innocent fun together...but now it feels like you're taking everything from me.

I don't know what to say...it feels like my entire world is crashing down around me. You claim you want to be a father figure for Pekora, but how can I trust you after what you've done? I can't even begin to imagine the kind of influence you'd have on her life if we let you stay involved...

But at the same time, she's my daughter. My only child. And she deserves a father figure in her life...

Oh, God...what am I going to do? It feels like my choices are all wrong...no matter which path I take, someone gets hurt...I wish there was another way out of this mess. But as you kiss me softly and squeeze my breasts, I can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort from your touch...and deep down, part of me still wants this...wants you to be in our lives.