AUTHOR: Fygero TITLE: Like Mother, Like Daughter (Mg12,preteen) PART: 4 of 5 SUMMARY: It's the near future. The age of consent has been lowered to 12, and sex-ed has moved from the school to the local medical practice. Nobody is happier about this than Dr Pete. KEYWORDS: Mg(12), MF/g(12), M/Fg(12), 1st, Inc, Ped, Preteen, Cons, Piv, Creampie, Oral, Womb WORDS: 2841 WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor. If thisis likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your browser now. SYNOPSIS: *** CONTAINS SPOILERS*** Lucy is like any twelve-year-old who's walked into Pete's practice - sweet natured, perky, and lovely in her youthful innocence. Walking her through sex-prep will literally be his pleasure, especially if he can encourage her gorgeously petite mother to take part as well. It is the near future, and the age of consent for girls has been dropped to twelve, resulting in attitudinal and cultural changes that nobody could have anticipated. Men - not just some, but all of them - have finally come out from behind the curtain of denial and confronted their buried desires. No longer is there a stigma to want for the skinny pre-teen temptresses running around the beach in tiny bikinis - the lovely middle-schoolers with their budding breasts, bundled into last year's uniform and forever forgetting to sit with their knees together - and the lithe, flat-chested gymnasts, leaping about in gleaming leotards that caress every curve and crevice of their tiny, hairless cunts. A door has been opened, a chance for every man to have what he'd never dared to dream. The girls themselves haven't changed though. They're only children, and they don't see the sublime beauty of their young, developing bodies - they don't know the deep, sexual hunger they stir, just by being themselves. To achieve their full potential, they need to be shown, and it is the medical profession - men of skill and knowledge like Dr Pete - who have been entrusted to kindle the spark of sexual awakening that glows inside their burgeoning breast. DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely coincidental. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy. Although many men may think and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does. If the Synopsis above makes you cringe, close your browser now - it only gets worse. If, however, you enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to read the story; it is very erotic, very graphic, and thoroughly enjoyable. If you have trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the reality of real girls then you probably need help from a medical practitioner. LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER (4 of 5) by Fygero Pete couldn't wait any longer. He rose and stood between her legs, his cockhead resting heavily on her smooth mound. "Shut your eyes, honey, I've got a big surprise for you." Sarah squeezed her hand. "This is what we talked about, Punkin. You ready to become a big girl?" Lucy stared wide-eyed down at Pete's cock. He rode it slowly forward, dancing across her tummy until his balls nuzzled her silky lips. A bead of pre-cum dripped into her navel making it glisten like her clinging virgin hole. Pete closed his eyes, imagining himself balls-deep inside her. He'd be so far up there she'd be able to taste him. He pressed against her open lips, relishing the slick heat warming the root of his long cock. Sarah stroked a blond lock from Lucy's forehead. "Sweetie?" "Mommy, I don't think it's going to fit." "He won't stick it all in, Punkin." She looked up. "Will you Dr Pete?" "Girls her age don't usually--" "Not today," Sarah said, jumping back in before Pete could finish. Interesting. Pete wondered whether Sarah was considering a stent. He glided the underside of his cock through her slit a few more times, getting himself nice and slick for her. Lucy was so wet and ready, he wasn't going to need any lube at all. Sarah reached down and covered Lucy's pussy with her hand. "Aren't you... you know, forgetting something?" Condom. "Shit... I mean, yeah, sorry." Pete grabbed a fresh rubber from the drawer and rolled it on. Damn, he must be wound up to have forgotten that. He mourned the missed opportunity to fuck Lucy earlier when he'd torn the end of the condom; he wouldn't get a chance this time with Sarah watching so closely. He dragged his sheathed dick one last time across her clit, making her shudder, and then slid the tip down and into her juicy cleft, probing around for the soft depression that marked her entrance. When he found it, his knob settled deeper, pushing out her plump young lips. Sarah squeezed her hand. "Ready for your first big dick, Punkin?" Lucy scarcely had time to nod. Young girls got nervous easily and Pete found it rarely paid to make them wait. He flexed his cock and pushed manfully into her willing little hole, tearing her hymen as quickly and gently as he knew how, and eliciting only a single shallow cry. Pete's heart almost stopped. "Oh! Fuck!" Lucy was beyond tight. She was a velvet glove, clamped in a vice, sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He'd gotten barely two inches inside her before the wet, clenching pressure was too much to push past. Lucy was panting, open mouthed, staring down at Pete's thick tool splitting her pussy. Sarah stroked a lock of hair back from her forehead. "Look at you, Sweetie, with your first big dick inside you." She kissed Lucy's cheek. "Mommy's so proud." Lucy stole a glance at her, returning quickly to the gorgeous sight of her freshly popped juice-box. There was only a little blood trickling down between her legs, which she wouldn't be able to see from her angle. She licked her lips and caught Pete's eye. "Is that it?" Pete smiled and shook his head. "We're not done yet, Luce." Sarah stroked her fingers over Lucy's hairless mound, touching her pussy lips and feeling for herself how tight her daughter's young cunt was stretched. "I think you're ready for a little more, Punkin. Dr Pete's gonna be really gentle; he'll do it nice and slow until he's ready to finish, won't you, Dr Pete?" "You bet." Pete smoothed his hands over Lucy's flat tummy and gripped her round the waist, delighting in her slim girlish curves. In the next year or so, her hips would flare and her waist would tighten, and even with a perfectly hairless pussy, she'd lose some of her uniquely pre-teen allure. "Nice and gentle," he said, pulling the tip of his dick back through her clinging lips. He danced his cockhead around her opening again, spreading her own copious juices. Slower this time, he pressed inwards, watching his thick, purple cockhead open her up, wider, wider, until with an almost audible pop and a gasp from them both, he slipped inside again. She felt hotter this time. Wetter too, if that were possible. Lucy whimpered quietly. Pete could tell she was going to be one of those girls who loved the sensation of being entered--having a dick play around in her opening and the tight channel right behind it. He gave her what she craved, just his cockhead, rocking in and out, stretching and penetrating her tiny cunt, getting her hotter and wetter. Every few strokes, he gave a deeper thrust, just an inch, and such was the heat, each time he thought she'd melt through the rubber. Lucy watched, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, while over and over his enormous cockhead disappeared inside her. "That looks fun, Punkin." Sarah said, rolling Lucy's nipple between her fingers. "I think I should have gotten Dr Pete to fuck me, instead." Lucy shook her head, not taking her eyes off the spectacle below. Get your own dick, Mom, that look said. She swallowed heavily and shifted her ass, edging from side to side. "I think I'm gonna come again, Mommy." "You go ahead," Sarah reassured her. "I think Dr Pete likes it when you come." Pete kept fucking the wet rim of her pussy. "See if you can squeeze me, Luce." Lucy frowned. "Squeeze you?" Sarah closed her fingers around Pete's cock and stroked the ridge behind Lucy's cunt. "Back here. Use your secret muscles." Lucy arched her pelvis, and Pete felt her pussy clench--just enough to squeeze his cock out. He caught Sarah's eye and nodded. "Well done, Sweetie," Sarah said. "Ask Dr Pete if he likes it." Pete was back inside, and Lucy squeezed his dick out again. "Do you like that?" she asked. Pete nodded. "Keep practicing. Guys love girls who can do that." Lucy grinned proudly, taking over from Pete and rocking her groin, pushing herself onto his cockhead and then squeezing it out again. Soon she began puffing heavy breaths out through her pursed lips. Picking up the pace, she added more whimpers and moans to the playlist. "Are you about to about to come, Sweetheart?" Pete asked, readying himself to drill her when she tipped over the edge. "Uh-huh." Her voice had a note of urgency, and tears were welling in her eyes. "You're doing great, Luce," he said, rubbing her clit. "Get yourself off. Remember, guys will look after themselves." It was all Lucy needed. With a rising squeal, she peaked and tripped into an arching, shuddering climax. Goosebumps pricked her breasts and her glasses skittered down her nose, the bridge falling between her parted lips, steaming the lenses. Sarah kissed her forehead. "Don't stop, Punkin. Ride it out." Fucking a twelve-year-old to climax was a rare treat. Doing it for one as hot as Lucy, so young and tight--hell, she didn't even have tits a few months ago--that was almost unheard of. It didn't matter that Pete had come in her mouth only a few minutes earlier, he was already about to blow his load again in her cunt. He gripped her around the waist and pushed slowly in though her small, convulsing entrance. The tightness was exquisite. She was so wet; there was no friction, only unimaginable pressure and pleasure. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, easing the fattest part of his cock into her pleasure center. It was almost too much to-- --when he was suddenly blocked. Or at least, his cock was blocked. With just two and a half inches of dick in her, Lucy was full. Pete closed his eyes and silently swore. He hadn't quite realized how big he'd built this moment up in his mind. A pre-teen being too small or too tight was almost an oxymoron. "What's wrong?" Sarah had sensed something. Her face was flushed. Nostrils flared and eyes wide, she was anticipating watching her daughter get her first proper fucking--probably reliving her own first time. Pete took a slow breath and probed gently into Lucy again, and again he came up against that hard barrier. "Her cervix is too low." "My what?" Lucy had come down from her climax and was again watching her own swollen and impaled pussy with interest. "Sorry, Luce," Pete said, reluctantly pulling his dick free and stripping off the condom. "Seems you're not quite ready after all." Lucy's face fell. Three orgasms in the last fifteen minutes and still she was keen for more. It was a cruel twist not to be able to give it to her. "It's your womb, Punkin," Sarah said, patting her arm, "where you'll make a baby when you grow up. Yours is in the way." Lucy's brows knitted. "Does that mean I can't ever--?" "No, no," Sarah and Pete answered in a chorus. Pete continued, "It'll probably lift when you get your first period. That's only six or nine months away. A year, tops." Tears were forming in Lucy's eyes. "Mommy, no. I told Amber--" "Shhh, Sweetie." Sarah gave Pete a look. "A low cervix isn't always a bad thing, is it Dr Pete? With the right" - she paused meaningfully - "treatment, lots of men even prefer it, isn't that right?" Pete's heartrate suddenly spiked. Good God, she was really going to do it. "Strictly speaking," he said, choosing his words carefully, "there are treatments, but they're not FDA approved for children. I can only prescribe them for adults." He and Sarah shared a knowing look. "Adults. Like me, for instance." "Exactly." Pete released the ratchets on the footrests and tore open the Velcro around Lucy's ankles. "You can get dressed again, Lucy," he said, still looking at Sarah. "I think we're done, unless your Mom has some other condition she wants treatment for?" "Actually." Sarah pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I've been having this problem with my..." "Painful sex?" "Um, yes? And no," Sarah said, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "You know, it might be easier if I show you. And since you're already" - she eyed his bulging erection - "ready..." "I do have a little time," Pete said, nodding. "Hop down, Luce." He took her under the arms and helped her down to the floor. "Mom and I are gonna finish up quickly. You might even like to watch." He patted the seat of the examination bench for Sarah. "Would it be okay over here?" Sarah laid the backrest down flat and climbed onto the little wooden step. She leaned forward over the bench, proffering her ass and smiling coquettishly at Pete. She was a doggie fan. A shame, in a way; Pete was looking forward to seeing her gorgeous pussy again, even though memory and cool logic dictated it was a far cry from the succulent little peach tucked between Lucy's legs. "Happy to oblige," Pete said, grabbing a fresh condom. "You won't need that." Sarah winked at him. "Latex allergy." Bareback. Nice. Sarah had this payment-in-kind act down to a fine art. "As you wish," he said, moving in behind her and lifting her little cheerleader skirt onto her hips. Jesus Christ. Screw the view of her cute pussy; her ass was even cuter. Small, tight, and high, and not even a hint of cellulite, despite--what was it, two kids? The blond pig-tails, the perky A-cup tits peeking out beneath her cheerleader's crop-top--from behind, Sarah had the near-perfect body of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old, which wasn't too old for Pete. Not by a long shot. He got more than a few high-school sophomores coming in for their first time--even a few juniors--and they balled every bit as well as middle-schoolers. Better, sometimes, because they often came in without their parents and he could do them bareback. "Lucy," he said, cocking Sarah's left leg in air with one hand. "Could you help put my cock inside your mom?" Lucy quickly skittered beneath the bench and took Pete's cock in hand, and together they conspired to guide the tip between Sarah's wet cunt lips. Pete lowered her leg, letting her stand thighs-together again. "Keep them tight," he said, cupping one ass check in his palm. Sarah squeezed her thighs together, flexing, squirming his swollen knob around in her entrance. Pete held her by the hips and pushed a little way in, testing to see how wet she was. `Plenty,' was the answer. And tight to go along with it. Not as tight as Lucy, but tighter than other women her age, and more than tight enough to sustain that mental image he had of a hot high-school sophomore. He felt Lucy moving around down there. "Oh, Punkin," Sarah groaned. "Yes." Lucy was sucking her mom's clit, again. Pete shook his head in wonder. Here was a little girl set to make a lot of money in the next two or three years. Between the chemical stent, her natural twelve-year-old curiosity, and an insatiable lust for cock, Lucy was going to become a very popular feature at Junior High football games. Pete pushed slowly into Sarah's cunt, opening her up like a long-awaited gift. She took it all with a low moan, using her cunt muscles to massage the root of his cock with a practiced squeeze. Cupping her tits beneath the crop-top, he set about fucking her long and slow, tip to root, feeding her all eight inches with every stroke. "Mommy?" A voice of wonder from under the bench. "Does it hurt?" Sarah rocked back hard onto Pete's cock. "Play with my clit, baby." Then after a moment, "Mmm," and "Ask Dr Pete if he wants you to lick his balls." Lucy didn't bother asking. He felt hands on his thighs and then the warm delight of a wet little tongue laving his balls. "Jesus Christ," he moaned under his breath. He was already on the edge from being inside Lucy only a moment earlier, and between Sarah's preternaturally tight snatch and Lucy's angelic lips sucking and nibbling at his ball sac, he was almost ready to blow. He fucked Sarah harder, banging her from behind, slapping her tight ass with his groin. Lucy couldn't keep up down below and went back to tonguing Sarah's clit. Long and hard, wham, wham, wham, Pete pounded her cunt, building the friction up to a furnace heat. "Yes! God, yes!" Sarah went down, flopping over the examination couch on her stomach, arms and tiny breasts dangling over the opposite edge, but she held her legs together, squeezing Pete's cock tight. "I'm coming." Pete pinned her to the table with both hands. With Sarah's legs quivering, ass writhing, he drove into her, straining and twisting at the end of each stroke, spreading her ass cheeks to get himself deeper. Right at the dizzy limit, the very tip of his reach, he felt the nub of her cervix, soft and high, right at the peak of her fertility. That was it for Pete. He let go. Pressed up against the gateway to her womb, he came inside her. Lucy chose that moment to cup and squeeze his balls in her hand, and after the long build-up from mother and daughter alike, it felt like he emptied the contents into Sarah in a single stream, jetting long hot ropes of fresh spunk directly into her fertile core. He held there, deep inside, his cock still jerking and spasming while Lucy again licked her mother's slick musk from his balls. Sarah propped back up on her elbows on the bench, panting, rolling her ass and stirring his seed in her depths. "Mmm," she sighed. "I'd forgotten how good that feels." Pete was still hard. The Viagra had really taken effect. He could probably do her again and plunge out that hot load of cum until it ran down her legs, but there was still business to transact. He pulled his dick slowly free, and Sarah's surgically enhanced pussy squeezed closed to a coin-sized slit without spilling a drop. The girls cleaned up with Kleenex from Pete's desk while he sat and wrote out a prescription. He handed it to Sarah when she'd finished buttoning up her blouse. "One a day," he said, holding onto it and waiting before he released it into her grasp. "Any more than that" - he made sure he had her eye - "like, two for instance, and the cervix softens too much and opens." "Understood." Sarah stuffed her cheerleader's outfit back in her bag and tucked the prescription into her purse. "I'd like to monitor Lucy," Pete said. "You know, just to make sure she's fit and healthy." "I'll be needing a refill of this script," Sarah said, patting her purse. "Do you make house calls?" Pete smiled. "Not usually..." Sarah tucked her gorgeous, pint-sized daughter under her arm. "But you'll make an exception." * * * * fygero@protonmail.com (2018) POSTSCIPT: Readers, there's still more to this, however I don't have it all written yet. It will be a while coming because I'm in the middle of a commissioned work. If you'd like notification as new parts arrive on ASSTR, drop me an email.