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 In a folder full of exceptions (Why one of the characters is a Lawyer) for
the purposes of Consent, his one's an exception.

   This is Horror, it's not even my fantasy, but one I don't have to tell
you not to try at home.

   Basically a set-up for Wendy, to realize her fantasies of being a serial
toddler killer for mothers.  Facilitated by my personal child/killer:

   ;

   Zygote {Look it up if you have to.  There's your warning.  Also: Das Ich
- Uterus (Asche Mashup) <That's not Molly, but they met once.  ;}

   You'd think at some point I would have thought of this, on my own.  Just
goes to show we're still learning from them, Mortals.  I was once, sorry.
Let me introduce myself, my name was Eve, 8.  Or was it Leora?  I honestly
don't know which memory came first.  Last name was Mendele, but that's
another story, one I wasn't privy to.  I wasn't as aware back then, but
long story short, I spent a few Millennia married to a Demon, and gained a
broader perspective from the relationship.

   He gave me Immortality, neuronano.  It's long and boring, but suffice it
to say, I am a cloud, in aqueous solution, and all life on Earth is in
aqueous solution.  Which gives me the ability to swim through generations
of it, life.  Preferably Humans, because you're honestly the most fucked up
kind there is.  In the middle of the universe.

   I didn't sell a damned thing.  My prize for being the most fucked up
person on the planet.  Pretty big competition, I was a serial killer, then
a prisoner, and finally it came to this.  The ultimate freedom, and even
now I find you people can still surprise me.

   Enough about me, they in this case were lesbians.  Oh, now I have your
attention?  Then, I feel it's safe to assume you don't know anything about
lesbians.  That's your fantasy.  I've known hundreds.  Their most intimate
thoughts, and feelings, especially the ones they hide from themselves,
these were not ordinary lesbians.  I hate to use such a word as Special,
but these truly, and sincerely are, even for lesbians, and it's all about
their deepest darkest desires.

   My mother is merely a nepiophile.  You know what that is?  Babies,
enough to go out, and pay for In vitro, specifically to ensure that both of
us were girls.  My little sister was raised, on a steady diet of milk, pee,
poop, and vaginal secretions, if her memory serves me correctly, she got
off on giving birth before the doctors pulled her out.  However, it's
difficult to say what's real or imagined, especially with something as
traumatic as birth.

   I, am an expert on Rape.  It got me this gig as the Id for an immortal
strangler.  It's nothing compared to giving birth.  However, it's flesh,
flexible, backed up by muscles that only get more supple, and sensitive if
you work them out.  She works hers, in preparation for me, with her
daughter, and girlfriend.

   Oh yeah, and Wendy?  She blows mommy out of the water.

   ;

   Aunt Wendy

   "Mhm?" I looked down from the laptop.  "Here," helped her up on the
couch.

   "What you play with mommy?"

   "Last night?" After she went to bed, and we went to bed.

   "It sounds fun."

   "Well, we play grownup games."

   "Your on TV!" She pointed.  I hit back, but that just brought up the
banner.

   "There pretty!"

   "Uh," back...  "Well, I guess the first time I heard about it, they
called it little dutch boy." She was taking a nap!

   "The bed game?"

   "Why did you call it that?"

   "You play it, in bed?"

   "Yes, of course." We got a little especially rowdy last night.  "Sorry
if we woke you up." Mental note: next time we should put a pillow behind
the headboard.

   "It's okay, so how do you play?"

   "Well, it's from a story.  The little Dutch boy was walking along, and
he saw a crack.  It was leaking, so he stuck his finger in there, to plug
up the crack." Well, it's a joke, a pun.  The little Dutch boy eventually
saved Holland, by sticking his finger in a Dyke.  "Ahm!"

   "Are you okay, Auntie Wendy?"

   "Yes," just.  Well, no.

   "You have a fever." She put her hand on my head.  Standing on my thigh,
so she had to lean against me, and I'm intensely aware of my breast between
her legs.  And my bra, my tank top, her nap pants.  Trainers, she's out of
diapers, she just needs a little protection for the bed.

   Unfortunately, it offers very little protection from her 'aunt.' I wish
I could say I'm not attracted to toddlers.  That the thought never entered
my mind, and I wasn't a little too delighted when my girlfriend told me she
had a baby.  We've been going out for a couple years now, and I love her, I
do.

   Cute little Lesli.  Well, I suppose I love her too, but that's not what
I was feeling in my heart.

   "Uh, sweety." Her padded crotch slipped on my skirt.  "Owh!" I had to
hold the cup of my bra a minute.  "Huh!" But her little foot, and her
chubby arms on my shoulders.

   "I'm sorry." Pushing my pink checked skirt down in my lap, and between
my legs.

   "I better put this computer down, before I drop it."

   "I hurt you."

   "A little," I kissed her forehead.  "It's okay, you didn't mean to."

   "When I hurt my knee, momma kisses it, and it feels better."

   "Yes," I nodded.  "I know." I've never been kicked in the nuts, I
imagine it hurts just about as much as hitting an ovary, but getting my
breast bumped by a toddlers' crotch?

   That's not as bad, as what happened after that...

   "Huh!" I'm not made of stone.  "Okay." I just closed my eyes, and felt
her tiny hands, holding herself steady as much as groping my tit, but her
nose brushed the ribbed cotton, and she planted the lightest little
butterfly kiss, right on top.

   "Feel better?"

   She didn't let go.

   "A little." I lied, the momentary ache was gone before she offered to
kiss it, but her foot in my skirt, and the way she straddled my leg, let
alone how she was still looking at me, holding me in her hands.

   I've just never given into these desires before.  Just fantasies, I know
better, but there's only so much I can resist, and this temptation was just
too much.

   "Here," I reluctantly pulled out my top, only because it ment her
letting go.  A moment, but her eyes went wide, and her lips curled in the
most beautiful smile I have ever seen in my life.  "Try again." I just
closed my eyes, and felt her hands, steady herself on my bra this time, but
now her tiny breath blew from her nostrils right on the bare exposed flesh
on top of my bra, and her nose brushed me, even as the goosebumps popped
out, and rippled up over my shoulders.

   "Oh!"

   "Feel better?"

   "Oh, so much better!" I hugged her.

   "Good!" She giggled, and hugged my face.  "Nowe can play!" She clapped,
and I had to steady her.  I didn't have to feel down her sides, my thumbs
in across her ribs, down her tummy, and caress her hips through the bunched
elastic sides of her nappy pants.

   "Ooh, did you wet yourself?" I felt the heavy firmness of the crotch.

   "Sorry." She looked down.

   "Don't be!" I'm not.  "Oh!" Just the sight of it.  "Snh!" and the tang
of her fresh urine in the air.  The wet shine on her fat lips, the puff of
mons pubeless, and the smiley crease of her firm round tummy.  I licked my
lips.  "I know a way to make it better."

   "It doesn't hurt." She looked down.  Puzzled look on her cute face.

   "No, but it's so wet, and dirty!" I can't believe I'm doing this, I'm
finally doing this after all the shameful orgasms, flashes of panties, and
peeks at her changing, the sound of her tinkles on the potty, and the smell
of her pee.  "Oh, god."

   The smell of her pee.  That's what I couldn't resist.  Just leaning
back, scooting out, and picking her up.  Unfolding my legs, and seeing it,
right there in front of me.

   "SIPH!"

   Oh god, why did I ever wait so long?

   "Hihihn!"

   "Slup huphlLiliph!"

   "IhehahaHA!" She laughed, musically, squirming, and even kicking a
little, but I just held on.  My mouth open, tongue buried in her pissy
little tot twat.  Every struggle just slipping it around on my lips, and
tongue.  Spreading it on my cheeks, and her soft wiggling thighs.  All over
my face.

   "Uh!  Huhhh!" I had to breathe!

   "All clean?"

   "Let me put the back down." On the couch, it's not a Futon, but the back
folds down, more like a split bench.  I don't even have to get up, just
pull it enough to unlock it, and let it fall back.  Then turn, lay down
carrying her with me, and make a nice seat for her beautiful buttocks.  "I
think there's still a little more." Right, I'm supposed to be cleaning off
her pee, not getting dirty, "Mwlowowowl!"

   "Hihihin!"

   "Turn around." Her slight weight barely dented the sofa, when her knees
came down on my hair.  Even pulling them a little, which I never minded,
all that much, when the passion takes me.

   The passion took me, swept me away, and I'm taking her with me.

   "AphPB!"

   "Nhihn!" It flattered, and she giggled some more, but I got my tongue
back in play, and just closed my eyes to her soft silky smooth damp rump
bouncing and rolling up my cheeks.  Pushed her down, and wiggled my nose in
there.  "Snh!" Felt her tiny butthole brush the tip before it slipped over,
and lapped to feel for it.

   "LlLlLlLlL!" I tonguefucked her ass, as soon as I felt it.

   "Nh," she clenched, and spasmed.  "Ihn?" Squirmed, but now I had her
legs, held them firmly so she couldn't escape.  Get off my wiggling tongue,
digging in, pointing deeper, and deeper so it relaxed, and tightened,
popped in and out with her gasping, and giggles making it flutter, and hum
on my filthy probing tongue.

   "Whah!  Huhhhh!" But, I have to breathe!

   "Hihihn!  I like this game!" She fell down, her belly between the still
cupped breasts, I wish I'd thought to release before I lay down, but just
the sight of it.  That, pink swells of buttocks, shiny lips, and truly
eaten out asshole.  Oh, god why did I ever wait so long to do this?

   "Huh!" Reluctantly I pushed her off.  "Let me up." She crawled, still
very much a baby, but I almost wet my own underpants when she felt back. 
Between her legs, her tiny fingers slipping in my spit.  Fairly certain
that I got every drop of her delicious urine, but then her pale pucker
relaxed, and fluttered.

   Phft!

   "Uh!" I felt a little faint, and just tossed my bra aside.  "Come here,"
I held her buttocks, and groped them to slip my nose, and tongue back
between them.  Started running figure 8s, up, and down, back and forth
around both holes, and holding her while she wiggled, giggled, and
squirmed...

   We cleaned it up before she got home, and Lesli was tuckered out. 
Curled up on the couch, snoring lightly, when her mother got home.

   "Good news!" She dropped off the bottle bag, "It's a girl!"

   "Great!" But.  While I helped her put them in the fridge, "You want to
talk?"

   "Not really."

   "Well, I'm pretty horny, and while she's asleep..."

   I love her pregnant tummy, even more now that I know what's in there. 
Another little girl, but it even reminds me of the firm swell of babyfat.
It's not fat at all, it's just baby.  Another little girl to share.

   I just closed the fridge, "No," went down, "Let's do it in here."

   "What has gotten into you?" She grinned, and pulled off her top, while I
slipped down her pants.  Maternity pants, with the gussets all the way out.
She was due soon, soon enough to run the test, and get the good news.  The
second best news I got all day.

   I was ashamed of how I felt, when I looked at babies, and toddlers. 
Thinking about what they had in their diapers, their wet diapers while she
picked up her foot, and let me take her shoe off.  Then the other once I
got the foot out of the leg.  "Huh!" She dropped her bra on my back.

   "So," I stood up, "Lesli called me Mommy today."

   "Oh?" I felt down from the prolapsed pink bubble of her umbilicus, like
an enormous nipple, and the underside of her heavy gut.

   "Yeah," ran my fingertip through her pubes, she stopped shaving when it
became too difficult.  "While I was tonging her asshole."

   "Mh!" Her head hit the cabinet, and she bit her lip.  I whispered right
in her ear.  'just like her mommy does.'

   "Mhmmmm!" She nodded.

   "Her dirty, pottymouthed mommy."

   "Uh, mhH?" She winced, turned away, so I sucked in her earlobe, and
pressed my fingertip into the wet spot I found.

   ;

   Naughty Mommy

   I took her by the hand, to bed.  "Huh, from the moment I saw the look on
your face.  When I told you I had a baby girl.  That's when I knew you're
the one." The only one, who could understand.  "I love that outfit," I
pulled the tape from behind the dresser, "But you might want to take it
off."

   I just didn't know how to tell her, about the other stuff.  She just lay
back, naked, that magnificent rack spreading with gravity, but not going
flat.  "Huh!  I also have to confess.  I always knew they would be girls.
One of the advantages of In vitro is I don't have to worry about a penis
getting involved."

   She covered her mouth.

   I looked back, sitting down to crawl on with her.  Not as easy as it
used to be, but.  "Well, as you can see, she likes that." I think she might
be straight, hopefully the next one will be a true Leslita, shame I can't
reuse the name.  "I was thinking, Loli." I took her hand, held it up to my
abdomen.  "Oh, did you feel that?"

   She just nodded, smiling, her eyes glued to the screen.

   "That's her.  That's you, and her."

   "And a dog."

   "How old was she?"

   "About 14 months?  Still suckling." I held one for her, "I still have a
little milk left."

   Finally, she turned away, so I pressed the sides, and brought my thumbs
slowly together.  Rolling the mostly flat glands in to work the last
through into her thirstily sucking lips.

   "Mh!" She smacked and licked them, so I turned, and gently lifted the
other.  Careful not to waste a drop until she latched on, and applied stead
suction to go with my practiced squeezing, until her mouth was full.  Then
she swallowed.

   As much as I like the suckling of a baby, it's off, and on, slow,
steady, extremely erotic, but this.  She quickly learned how I really like
it.  Sucking hard, so they'd almost hickey if not for the milk flowing into
the vacuum.

   "Huh!" She licked her lips again.

   Lesli already weaned, but she'll take a bottle too.

   ;

   Wendy

   "Mommy?" She screwed her fists over her eyes, "Can I play too?"

   "Of course!" I helped her up, never imagining I could ever share my
fantasies with her, much less her daughter, our bed.

   "I need to take a dump, anyway." I started getting up.  Grinning.

   "Good," she held my hand.  "We can wash the sheets later."

   "Of course," we always do.  "Hihihn!" I crawled over, to the end of the
bed.  Remembering the first time, like it just happened.

   Of course, it wasn't her first poop.  Just the first one I got to enjoy.
"Nh!" Bent over like this, her trainers pulled up, so I could feel them
fill up.  Soft, and goey, not like this hard little turtle, just starting
to poke out her little head.  "Nh!  I had to, huhn!  Hold it." I saved it
for her.  For them, both of them.  "Huh!" I waited to feel it, plop on the
sheets, then looked down.

   "Hihihn!"

   "Oh." She rubbed it together, in her tiny, dirty little hands.  "Oh,
god!"

   Then, my pregnant lovers fingers, prying me apart, to wipe it with her
tongue.

   "Oh god, yes!" I never thought I could share this, fantasy.  Much less
share this, filthy sex, with both of them.  "Ngh!" She wiggled it, even
deeper.  "Nghah!"

   "Mh!" Then tiny, dirty little hands, on the back of my thighs.  An
equally tiny, and nasty little mouth, pressed into my hungry snatch. 
"Ymhumhym!"

   "NghHN!"

   That special moment when she said that word, that 1 word that changed
our relationship, forever.

   "Mommy."

   She forgot, that it was me, licking her ass, and pissy little puss. 
Behind her like that, in the throes of a severe tongue lashing.  Normally,
one is insulted when they say the wrong name, but for me, that was the
moment when I knew I didn't have to hide my desires for her.  Not from her,
my love, my naughty mommy.

   "Hahhh!  Yes!" She wiped shit up my crack, and squeezed it.  Rolling it
in her hands, sticky fingers wiping my hip, while her naughty tot kept
sucking my spasming clit.  "Nghahh!" She fell, gently to the blanket from
my desperate humping, and I fell to my elbows to squeeze my hot hanging
tits.  "Gahh!  FUCK!"

   Then her shitty gritty fingers found their way in, to slap me.  Spank my
gaping asshole, and I grunted more out into her slapping palm.  Her pinky,
and thumb batting the backs of my thighs, and fucking so hard my ass
splashed in waves, shaking my tits in my hands until I just fell down,
panting, and gasping for air.

   "Ohhhhh!" It felt like a dream, but the best part is, knowing it wasn't.

   ;

   Mommy,

   "Is aunt Wendy my mommy too, mow?"

   "How about Mama?"

   "Okay, Mama Wendy!"

   While she's in the shower, I led her off to wash up in the sink.  Yes,
the kitchen sink, we eat poo in this family.  A little residue in our soapy
dishes isn't going to ruin anything.

   "Okay!" I set her down, "Now what do you want to play!?"

   "Feet!" She clapped.  Mommy games, when I asked her later how it
happened, I had to laugh.  I told her, we play different games in bed.  So,
she asked, third best day of my life, and the best was yet to cum.

   "Well," I leaned back against the counter, again.  "You know you have to
get mommy ready first."

   "Your already wet."

   "Use your hands, sweety." She doesn't really like it, why I believe
she's straight.  Not as much as sucking that dog we're lucky enough to
catch pissing before he could put his leg back down.  I was lucky to
already have the camera out when she pointed it out to me.  Away from the
birds, but she genuinely enjoys feeling inside me.  She knows that's where
she came from, then there's always bedtime stories.

   We don't usually play in bed, the bathtub, and kitchen are a lot more
fun, other than the convenience of collapsing exhausted, and passing out
before the feeling fades for a good night of extremely bad dreams.

   "Ready, mommy?"

   "Uh!" She pulled her hand out.

   "Let's find out!" I squatted right down, while she giggled on the back.
I had to look down, but she watched, raptly glued to her feet, held
together like a prayer, so I barely have to squirm, and slip her toes
between my lips.

   "Hihihn!" She loves this.

   "Ngh!" My head just fell, and I slowly relaxed, as slowly as I could
with my knees going weak, and her tiniest toes running over my clit, as
they wiggled, and popped in, one by one.  I had to twist, and shimmy a
little, but she helped.  It's one of our favorite games, but finally her
last tiny pinkie toe twisted sideways, and curled, popping in next to it's
twin, and I really shook side to side.  To work the wedge in deeper, and
deeper.

   "Nh, kngh!" I couldn't say Knees.  I didn't have to, she heard enough to
remember that's the best way to get more pressure, pushing both hands on
her knees to work them deeper, and deeper.  Splitting wider, and wider, one
of my secrets.

   This birth's gonna be a piece of cake!  The doctors, and nurses were
amazed, but maybe it's time to talk to her about those midwife seminars
again.  Just a couple weeks, while she's just sitting around the house all
day, working on her website.

   Like I don't know.  Actually tried to hide it from me, "HAH! 
NGHAHhhHH!"

   "Hihihihn!" She wiggled her toes.

   "NhHnhnhnHH!" My nipples felt like they would burst off, right through
the floor, she said they tickle.  The contractions, around her feet, and
her cute little toesies.  'hhhhnm!' I'm just mewling now.  'nhmnnnnn!'
Crying, it feels so good it hurts.

   It's not quite like birth, but I got off on it before.  The best day of
my life, so far, but today, was rapidly cumming in a close second.  It was
over too soon, they pulled her out, but that was the first time she made me
cum.

   "Guh!" I just spread my arms, and felt the wet splash, the gush released
by pulling those corks.

   "Hahl!" Squinted at her leg.  Her calf and heel.  Bent over, still in a
towel, and turned.  Down, or my cheek wiping the floor to see her.

   My Wendy.

   "Hhhmn!"

   "Schlup phuPB!"

   "Nhihihn!"

   Greedily sucking her toes, while she squirmed and giggled, naked on the
floor.

   "Hhahhhn!" Yes, this was catching up quickly.  "God you make me so
happy!"

   ;

   Phyllis (Flashback/Origin}

   Well, I guess I was about 6 when I learned about sex.  I don't remember
the exact conversation, but it went something like this:

   "Mommy, what's wrong with Gladys?"

   "Well, she's half a year old now, so she's going in Heat." Long boring
talk about that, but in a nut-shell, she explained how doggies make
puppies. Then, I saw it for myself shortly thereafter when she had a
litter, but I suppose I get a little ahead of myself.  What happened next
was I got to witness the miracle myself, from my bedroom window, while
Gladys was chained up in the yard.

   Someone dug a hole under the fence, but it wasn't a dog fucking her, it
was a gangbang.  She really liked it, and that night it seemed like every
stray in the city showed up to make sure she was satisfied.  Big dogs,
little dogs, it went on all night, and I even went down to watch the action
up close.  I played with myself, a little, but I didn't get off, or join in
the fun.  Not yet, it was pretty scary, there was a lot of dogs, and they
fought over her.

   But I did watch, I saw doggie dick doing more than just pissing, and I
felt a little of what it was like for her, to be in heat.  So, I just bent
over, like her, and humped my fingers until I got tired of watching the
orgy.  I yawned, went up to bed, and fell asleep.  Fingers still between my
legs, against my hot little cunt, and dreaming about dogs.  Dogs' dicks. 
Fucking.

   Me.

   So, in short, that's how I got into bestiality, but the next morning dad
filled up the trench, fixed the fence, and pounded steel stakes into the
ground so it wouldn't happen again.  Then it was a couple months before
Gladys had her litter, then another half a year before she went in heat
again.  I almost forgot about it, but by then I was a full fledged Furry. I
guess my childish imagination ran away with me, especially dreaming about
bestial orgies.  I sucked dog milk straight from her nipples, long after
the bastard puppies were given away to other kids, and I kept masturbating
until eventually I could orgasm.

   I took my own cherry.  One thing I knew was the dick goes in the hole,
and while I didn't have a dick, I had fingers, and plenty of things to
stick in there.  I discovered my clit, but at that point it was a hard
little needle that was so sensitive it hurt to touch directly.  I
eventually got off slapping around it with my palm, while I fucked my
finger in and out as fast as I'd seen a doggy do.

   So, let's clear up the FAQs real quick: Why dogs?  Other than that was
my first sexual exposure, and fantasies, I have to say that boys don't fuck
like that.  They're too slow, and while they can finish just as quick, a
dog can keep it up, and do it over, and over again.  Boys, can't.  Really,
I have never found one, young or old that could satisfy me like a dog, and
they usually left me to finish myself off with my fingers.

   Bent over, slapping around my clit, thinking about a nice big bullmastif
and his big fat doorknob of a knot banging against me, instead of my
knuckles.  Sorry, boys.  That's what gets me off, thanks for trying.

   So, with one thing and another, I had my seventh birthday before Gladys
went in heat again, but by then I thought about it enough, and even read
some books on the subject.  So, I had a bit of a plan.

   1: If she doesn't get pregnant, then she stayed in heat, while I got to
play with the dogs that attracted.
2: We have a fence, pretty dang dogproof, because now that she was full
grown, she tried to dig under it, to no avail.
3: The easiest way to get doggies, horny is with a bitch in heat, and
4: I can finger Gladys first, then get the smell in me, because that's
what turns doggies on.  Also, it satisfies Gladys, so my parents didn't
even realize she was in heat the first night or two, because I was busy in
the back yard.  Fingering her, finger fucking the hell out of her, smelling
it, tasting it, making all my fingers stink, and getting my fuck hole good
and ready for after dark.
The dogs came bye, all day, but I have neighbors, so I had to wait.  I
guess that's another answer to your implied question, not to burn the
strawman, but I love the smell, too.  The sound, the way she puts her tail
up, and everything about a bitch in heat turns me on, because my first
sexual thoughts were watching her get gangbanged, and then waiting for

months thinking about that.

   So, I guess when that happened again, all that excited me in a way that
boys never did.  Not even boy dogs, yeah, I fucked them, but that night I
fell in love, with Gladys.  I became a lesbian, I suppose, I'm gay for
bitches in heat, and from what I've read, scent is what tagged the memory.
I don't know, that's just a theory, but it makes sense to me.  All I know
is that for years, I didn't even think about sex, but all it took was that
smell, that "Fuck me!' howl, and those behaviors to awaken the lustful
doggy slut, the bitch in heat in me.

   Maybe it scarred me for life.  I don't know, I don't care, I decided
what I am sexually long before I even heard about human puberty.  That is
my sexuality: Bitch.  Lesbian, but when the mood takes me, nature takes
it's course.  Gladys loves me too, I found that she enjoys sex even when
not in heat, but when it happens, it's the most wonderful thing, to be able
to fuck, all night long, with her.  Through the fence, after her 1 littler,
she never had any lovers but me.  She loves my fingers, and I always
satisfy her completely.

   The least I can do for her magic.  The spell that summons a gangbang for
me.  I can't go all night, but I've done hours, and I guess that's the
final answer.  I don't need birth control, I can fuck 20 dogs, and never
get pregnant.  Even if that was my fantasy, that first year, after I
witnessed the miracle of birth myself.  No, I didn't really think I was a
doggy, that was just playing, pretend.  I was just young, and didn't get
the whole story.  I didn't know I couldn't get pregnant, and have a littler
of little baby/puppy hybrids, I just knew that's what I wanted.

   So, I guess that's how I became a furry lesbian.

   ;

   Wendy

   At some point, we just have to collapse exhausted.

   "Well," that was a lot!  "For me I was introduced into the world of sex
by my eldery granny neighbor, who used to piss openly in her back yard when
she thought no one was looking.  That's how I got my pee fetish, then I
started to pee when she did and she would sometimes touch herself after
peeing.  She was like 80 and lived alone, then one day she saw me peeing
and touched herself while I watched."

   Lesli let the nipple slip from her still suckling lips, and stayed
curled up between her breasts, and distended abdomen.

   I kissed her, to get the milk that didn't drool out, then licked a
little leakage from the source.

   "What's your ultimate fantasy?"

   "Which one?" I shrugged, and curled up in her arm.  "Huh, this.  I can
throw this right out of the never in a million years fantasy pile now." I
stopped to kiss her.

   ...

   A while.

   "Huh!" Licked my lips.

   "I love my milk."

   "Yeah," we all do.  "Huh!  There's the impossible fantasies, the never
in a million years, and then there's the regular boring stuff I gave up, or
already did."

   "Well, okay.  I guess the ultimate one would be impossible."

   "Yeah, or millions of dollars.  Um, I want a zoo."

   "Like, a whole zoo?"

   "Yes, my own private zoo, with strollers, and all kinds of animals, so
mommies can roll their hot toddler daughters around to play with their pee,
and poo." I closed my eyes, bit my lip, but too late.

   "And."

   "Nothing." I rolled back, and turned away.

   "You want to go back to lying to each other?"

   "Huh!" I just can't face her, and say: "Snuff." I tensed for her
reaction.  "I wouldn't," I looked back, "Ever seriously consider it, that's
why it's an impossible fantasy.  I couldn't kill a child, but.  I know, it
should be a nightmare, but when I woke up, so horny the other night?"

   "That's every night."

   "Yeah."

   "Oh."

   "I just want to watch.  I've had that dream so many times, I know where
to put the cameras, and everything."

   "Oh, god!"

   "I'm sorry."

   "I never, no, that's really.  Actually.  I don't know.  Let me sleep on
that one?"

   "Sure," I really don't like talking about it, but feel better that I
can. I always loved her, but now, even just knowing I can share my darkest
thoughts and feelings with her.  She was, disgusted at first, but you have
any idea what a wonderful woman I have to love?

   She thought about it.  For me.  That's the best feeling anyone can ever
have.  Knowing someone, anyone loves you that much.

   "What about you?"

   "Ultimate, impossible?" I nodded, excited.

   "Antibirth?  I don't know, I have a lot of them, but if I have to pick
one.  Okay, so there's this giant baby, and she's big enough that I can
just pull her open, like this, climb in head first, then curl up, and die
in there.  Drown in her womb."

   "Oh," wow.  "That's a good one!" I snuggled up, "I like this game, but I
think I'm turning into a pumpkin."

   "Okay," she kissed my head, "Good night, pumpkin."

   ;

   Wendy

   So, I took her out for a walk.

   "Hey, Lesli!" Neighborhood mom, "You must be, the girl.  Staying with
Kelly."

   "Wendy." I have a name.

   "Yes, of course.  And I want you to know that we wholly support your
lifestyle choices."

   "Right." Straight mommies.  It's not like calling us filthy dykes, it's
like, I really respect your culture.  I just wanted to know, I don't have a
problem with You People.

   Might as well sew a Scarlet L on my tops.  The only thing anyone needs
to know about me is I'm gay.  Not like I'm a person, or anything.  Force a
smile.

   What do you know about my lifestyle choices?  I mean, "And who's this?"
Stomp the brake, so Lesli doesn't roll off.

   "Courtney."

   "Of course!" She grips my fingers, "Hi, Courtney!" Swing them in and
out. "You like Lesli?  You like to play with Lesli?"

   "Lesli!" Grin up.

   You don't know the first thing about my lifestyle choices.  Bitch.

   "You want to come over, and play with Lesli?"

   Now, you see, this putts mama in a bit of a spot.

   "Play Lesli."

   She doesn't want to sound homophobic, or anything, but, what if she's
exposed to something over there?

   "Yes, Lesli talks so much about you, Courtney.  She's love you to come
over and play this afternoon."

   "Courtney."

   So, which is it?

   "Well, I don't." She thinks, "See why that would be a problem." Looks
around like we're talking about slavery.

   "Of course, 3:00 be all right?"

   "Sure," she could use a break.  Not that she thinks we're all child
molesters, or we teach our girls to molest children.

   Which doesn't mean we don't.

   "It's a playdate."

   "Yay, playdate!"

   "Yeah, playdate" I strolled her off.  "You like Courtney?"

   "Courtney."

   "You want to play with Courtney."

   Maybe watch a movie.  Set up the camera as soon as we get home. 
"Courtney," looks about 2, give or take a few months.  Diapers, as much
drool as words come out of her mouth, not a whole lot of teeth, kicking her
cute porcelin white chubby little calves so the short mop of brown curls
bounce.  If she was any whiter, she'd glow in the dark.  Eichmann's wet
dream.

   Okay, maybe not Nazis, I'll just start her off with some softcore
childporn.  Okay, Frosen, that's what the girls are into these days, blue
Jumper, I don't remember if there was a princess on it or not, I was too
busy looking up her skirt, at her thighs, at the diaper bunched up between
them.

   I love strollers.  "Huh!" Set up the playmat, with a nice tall iced
drink for me, and sippy boxes for the girls.  Juice boxes.  Lesli finished
one, so I took it back to the kitchen.  Stabbed her another one, and
squeezed the sides of the empty.  Looked at it, standing in the kitchen. 
Up at the clock, 2:15.  She might show up early, but not that early, I can
hardly wait, but, there's a little juice still sloshing in the bottom,
Mott's Applejuice.  I don't really have to pee yet, but.  I guess I can
squeeze out a few drops.

   Just get my lighter, to carefully soften the edge of the plastic straw.
So, it's not sharp, just a soft rolled ring, to.  "Nh!" Hold my breath. 
"Nh!" Yes, I can squeeze out a few drops.  "HhH!" I have to wipe up a few
that missed, and trickled on the floor, but it's a little fuller.  So, I
put it in the fridge for later, take the laptop in to the bed, and the TV
remote.

   So, I can just switch to the Computer, when her mommy drops her off. 
The girls are playing, and switch out the juice boxes.

   You know, I don't think she would approve of my lifestyle choices?

   Straighten up the place, no sex toys stuck to the coffee table, not that
we have sex toys.  We don't need them, I have a beautiful girlfriend, with
a sick little girl, and another one on the way.  We have regular, toddler
toys.  Which are sized for fat little hands, and not really too big for
dripping adult pussies.

   "It's all right," you don't have to make excuses, "I needed to do some
shopping anyway." For leaving your daughter in the care of a lesbian.  The
daughter of a lesbian.  A child molester, okay, but being gay doesn't
affect that one way or another.  Straight mothers molest their daughters,
and their friends.  I'm not even getting started on boys, and men.

   "Oh," there she is.  "Come right in."

   "I saw where you lived from talking to Kelly at the mailbox." Is she
capable of not talking in excuses?  "You mind if I look around?"

   "It's all baby safe, and I straightened up, as soon as I knew you were
coming over."

   "Oh," she waved it off, "You needn't have bothered.  Honestly, I was
always a little curious, how you girls live."

   "Just like any couple, really."

   "I see that.  This the bedroom?" Laptop closed on the corner of the bed.
TV remote, but a good view right out to the girls, already playing on the
living room floor.

   "Nursery." 2 bedroom.  She looked at the tripod, set up in the corner,
by the closet door.  Blushed.  "Well, I see she's safe here, I'm just going
to go.  Shopping." Yeah, whatever.  Try not to think about what the camera
picked up, pointing at the bed, but Frozen was already on, and I locked the
door behind her.

   I'm, just.  Going, to.  Be in here.  If you need anything.  Another
juice-box?  "Nh!" My box was already nice and juicy, but a little porn
wouldn't hurt.  Take the tripod out, was she, hitting on me?  No, of course
not, "Always a little curious..."

   Just another eye on the girls, "Hm!"

   Do you want to build a snowman?  Rule #34, I've seen Gai Lan naked, and
she's not nearly as popular.

   So, [Elsa] "Uhm." Had to think, [Ana Porn] Not my favorite movie.

   [Elsa Fucks Ana 3D] Xvideos, and Redtube, and, how many times has
Courtney watched this?

   [Aux)

   "Do you want to b' Augh!"

   (Aux]

   She looks up.  "Build a snowman?"

   Remember this part?

   [Aux) "UHN!" (Aux]

   Lesli points, and her new girlfriend missed it again.

   Futanari, though.  Too much dick, lets see what else I can find... 
Redtube.

   "Iw dowent have to be a snowman." Whispered through the keyhole.

   "Mhn!" Kind of hard to watch.

   [Aux) "AUHN!" (Aux] "alking to the pictures on the walls."

   ;

   Leslita (Yes, she named her daughter that.)

   Mama Wendy stopped switching it, and just left a cartoon on the TV. 
Hentai, Lolicon.  She's 2, at least she's not going to talk for a few more
months.

   "Diaper." I got up, "Watch the movie."

   Not my first diaper.  She's not wet, but I know what to do about that.
Already got her feet up, by the ankles, just have to spread them, and bend
down.  Maybe a quick wink for the camera.

   "Hihihn!" She likes it.

   "Sliphififififif!"

   "Hihihihn!" She struggles too.

   "Halphl!" Lick all around my lips, but now I have to pee.  With her on
her back like that, playing with her toes, the legs get in the way.  So, I
have to go around, slip my panties down, and squat over her face.  Her
mommy needs to wipe her better.

   "Hhhhhn!" Ptlptlptlptlp!

   "SPTPH!" she pats my legs, wincing, and holding her mouth tight.  Now
she's all wet.  Met too, so I sit down.  Lick my fingers, and feel between
her legs.  Turned right to the camera, of course.  "Huh!" Let her breathe,
then scooch around on her face again.  Slipping my wet fingers through her
wet lips, and feel up to the little crumb in the top.  "MHNGHPB!" Now she's
really struggling.  "Huhhh!" Let her breathe.

   GNDNDNDNDn!

   Is that the printer?

   GDNDNDNDNDN!

   "Huh!" Get up.

   "WAHHHHHHH!"

   She'll cry it out.

   "Mama Wendy." Lean up against the door, my wet panties back on the
plastic playmat.

   "Waaahhhhhh!"

   "Baby Courtney Dirdy."

   "Huh!" I think she got off.  "Well, whew!" She sniffs her fingers, "We
better give you two a bath!"

   She stopped crying when she picked her up, bounced her bottom, with her
thumb slipping between her legs.  Her fat spit licked little cunt.  I
turned back, had to push the computer chair.  "Uhn!" Climb up to check the
printer.

   GDNDNDNDND!  Lean over to peek over the top.

   "Huh!" Anna/Elsa Lolicon slashpics.  Black, and white, like a coloring
book.  Goody!  We can get the crayons out after the bath...

   ;

   Mommy Kelly (Nepiphobic Horror)

   "Huh!" I got home, and Wendy took the bottle bag.  "Where's my kiss? 
Smooch.  Is something wrong?"

   "It's Lesli, I couldn't stop her."

   "What did she do?"

   "Go ahead, and sit down."

   "Is she all right?"

   "I don't know, huh!  It's just her cherry, but you ever think what we're
doing is wrong?"

   "You know it is, are you saying she's no longer a virgin?" And I missed
it?

   "Yes, but she got it on camera." My girl, is a bit of an exhibitionist.
I know, I'm raising her wrong, but I can't stop myself.

   "Good, you want to put it on?" She just turned on the TV, and tapped the
touch pad on her laptop.

   "Is that Courtney?"

   "She came over, to play."

   "Oh!" Cute little girl, still in diapers.

   "She drew this."

   I looked over.  "Is that, a knife?"

   "It was a dildo, I printed out some Elsa/Anna porn for them to color.

   "Red always was her favorite color." Not pink, red.  A lot of it.  "I'm
sure it's just a fantasy."

   "She's not even 4 yet.  Have you been showing her violent movies?"

   "No, of course not."

   "Well, I certainly haven't."

   "I thought you're into snuff."

   "Yes, but that's a private fantasy, I never shared with anyone before."

   "Well, huh!  You might find this hard to believe, but.  When I was
pregnant with her, I started having nitemares." I still have them, feel my
hands on my tummy.  They're just not nitemares any more.  "Oh!" A little
kick.  "I know it sounds crazy, but.  Huh!  I couldn't help but think they
were her dreams."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know, I could just feel them, coming from her, and she told
me." I can still hear her voice, not in my head, but when we're nursing.

   "Well, here's that part."

   "Oh," Courtney's no longer in diapers.  My daughter stopped coloring,
the same picture, and lay back.  In a teeshirt, nothing else, while
Courtney blunted the tip of a sun yellow one.  "Dot dot dot!" Like drops of
sunshine, falling on Elsa's back.

   "Mh!" A golden shower, that Courtney was learning quick, I'll have to
watch the rest of this video.  But my girl held up the red one.  Peeled,
and rubbed blunt from being her favorite.  The swirls of red around Anna's
bottom, legs up, gaping twat colored over in frantic squiggles, with the
dildo/knife held back, poised for another thrust.

   Like a wound.  "Oh!"

   "Nh!" My girl, with both hands.  "Hhn!" Sighing, then pulling it out. 
Still red, but just a flash of her lips, clapping shut before her fists
covered it up.  "Mh, nh nh nhnhnhnHN!"

   She shivered, but each thrust pulled out a little red, and a little more
until it dripped down to her ass crack.

   "HhHhH!"

   "Why did you stop it?"

   "Doesn't that scare you, a little?"

   "No," I pushed the laptop off, and slipped the skirt up her thigh.  "It
really turns me on." Her favorite skirt, I like it too.

   ;

   Zygote (S, for Succubis.  And One - Timekiller (Project Pitchfork
cover;)

   Sorry we missed it, but yeah.  I'd say that means the mnemonic overwrite
was a success.

   My daughter holding her down, struggling desperate for air.

   "Say My Name!"

   Bastian?

   No, "Lilith?"

   Close enough.

   ;

   My Favorite Bathtime Gurgles (~G.  the Flatulent)

   Ploop!

   "Oh!" Courtney sat back, so the cutest little babycake floated up, and
surfed the wave out, curling tip-to-tip like a fat potato chip.

   "Look!" Wendy's arm came in view to scoop it up, and leave it between
the girls, to play with.  Naked, or at least topless, a nice little giggle
of side boob like a baby's buttock.

   I picked it up, no wait, the other one, and lapped the nipple.

   "Hihihn!" Courtney just splashed happily.  Wide open baby grin, with
tiny jackolantern tips poking out of her gums.  My girl picked up the curl
of poo, and rubbed it on her face.

   "SptP!" She pushed off her hands, but too late.

   "Courtney dirty." With the washcloth.

   "SPH!  PH!"

   "Nh!" Wendy, off camera, but grunting, and, "Ohhh!" Moaning.  "NGH!"

   The washcloth puffing in and out with watery gasps, droplets spattering
off like a sneeze.

   "Huhhh!  Khuh!" She coughed, blinked, and started patting the water
again.

   "Nh!" Lesli leaned up, and grunted.  Ploop!  The bubble floated up
first, then she twisted around, on her knees to catch the poop with both
hands.

   "Cortny."

   This time she winced, closed her eyes, and bit her lips.  My girl held
her head, by the wet curls to rub it on her mouth and nose.  Then picked up
the washcloth.

   "Ohh!" I assume she waterboarded her for quite some time, but I was
busy, between Wendy's legs.  At some point, I couldn't tell which moans
were real, and which were Memorex, but I heard a lot of burbles behind me.

   "NGH!"

   "Chuhhh!  Kaph!  PWBRBLBRLB!"

   "Ngyaaaah!"

   "Mh!" She was off anyway, "Did that sound like the door?"

   "Hmhm?" She whimpered, fingers sopping between her shaking legs.

   "Huh!" I pulled on my robe, but couldn't belt it on.  Peeping through
the hole.  "Doesn't have to be a snowman." My favorite part.  "Uh, It's
misses Castanza."

   "Oh!" She grabbed the laptop.  "Uh!" Probably a good idea to turn that
off.  "Just when it was getting good!"

   "Call me Marlee," through the door.  I unlocked it, and pulled the
chain, tight.

   "Yeahr!  What is it, did you forget something?"

   "Oh, were you in bed?"

   "In the middle of," a movie, or, "Something."

   "Well, I just wanted to thank Wendy for watching my Courtney this after
noon.  So, I left her with Trevor for once." She held up a bottle of wine,
"Can I come in?"

   It's late, but.  "Sure." I closed it, "Let me get the chain."

   ;

   Marlee (Troi++)

   "Sorry, if it's late." Had to wait until she calmed down enough to go to
sleep.

   "She mentioned that you might have been flirting a little, while your
daughter was here." She locked, and chained the door.  I looked in, the
bedroom door was open, but she covered herself with the blankets.

   "Huh!" I raised my voice, "Well, I might have lied a little, earlier. 
For her sake, but I've always been more than a little bisexual.  Well, ever
since middle school."

   "Oh." She pulled the covers back.

   "I'm sorry if that made you a little jealous."

   "Well," that salmon robe looked like silk, or satin, and did little to
cover her engorged body.  "I don't suppose it's cheating, if we share."

   "I've never been with a pregnant woman before." Never been on the
receiving end of another mother's milk, but she stopped trying to cover
herself.  So, I felt up the edges of the robe, and looked over at Wendy,
watching naked from the doorway.  "You don't mind," they didn't feel that
full, "If I." Just bend down a little...

   "Not at all." Mine feel pretty full.

   "Smw, wq!  Glk!  Wq!  Haha!" Even better than I imagined.  "Would you
like some," I unsnapped my blouse, "Wendy?"

   "Sure," I took their hands, and backed up to the couch.

   "Let me just put this down real quick..."

   I hadn't even hoped, that my precious daughter might pick something up,
while she was here.  "Huh!" I felt their hair, curled up on either side of
me.  Both skillfully squeezing the glands.

   Nobody knows how to touch you like Lesbians.

   Cortaney, I'm delighted to find, is learning.

   "Huh!"

   I had hoped, that maybe some day she might be bisexual.

   I had never dreamed she would not only say "I love you too," but show
me. Make the happiest mother on Earth.

   "Hahan!" But, she came home hungry, and didn't just root.  She kissed
me, all over my chest, and played with them more than she ever had before.

   She doesn't know how to go down on me.  Not yet, but she's learning.

   "Wq," Huhn!  "Qwh!"

   "Mommy?"

   "Smq?  Yes, dear?"

   Leslita looked up, under her brows, grinning.  Full set of sharp looking
teeth.

   ;}

   "Can I play too?"

   Nothing but a pair of crimson panties.

   4 mouths, 4 lactating breasts, I bet we can find a configuration to get
them all together.

   "Of course."

   ;

   Video (Fg ZooK TodL.  Incidentally, that story code means
Toddler/Lesbian.)

   It started as a walk, with a stroller, just looking around at birds, and
stuff.  A little bouncy, and the stroller bounced down the trail, or
whatever.

   "Mommy," she stopped, and looked down to see the chubby little arm
pointing.  "Doggy doody."

   "Looked like a stray, or at least a filthy mutt.  Not so much a breed,
but a random mashup of grey, brown, and what might be white under all that
dirt, pinching off a dogpile.

   Don't ask me what lets a mother take her daughter to play with something
like that, but the camera just followed the mutt, stopping to water a tree,
then the camera shook, and rattled around.  I could her yelps, but it was a
little while before she put it down.

   On the ground, pointed right behind the dog.  And her hand, holding back
the red dick, so tight it looked like it bulged in her fingers, but I know
from watching similar videos they're just shaped like that.  And her
daughter, held up, sitting, that's not a toddler.

   Not at all, that's a baby, sucking the tip of a doggy dick, right after
pissing.

   I just paused it until I could open my eyes, and catch my breath.

   "Whew!" Moving right along, he got away, but thankfully she just turned
off the camera.  The last thing we saw was his tail tucked, kicking as fast
as it could before she picked it up.  The screen went dark, then came back
on at home.

   Like a home movie, nice apartment?  I'd seen before, but still. 
Tasteful modern, nice furniture, and child safe.

   A little older?  I can tell these aren't one right after the other, but
she sits down.  Head off camera, with the long back of the couch folded
down so it's like just a chair on the end.

   Topless, holding the baby to nurse while she took off her diaper.  I was
still glowing from the doggy part, so I just relaxed, and slowly traced
circles around the top of my happy cunt.  For now, but this was slow gentle
molestation, while nursing.  Kind of wish I could see her face, not so much
if she's pretty or not as her expression.  How does she look, when she's
doing that?

   I can't see her fat little tot twat with her fingers in the way, but I'm
just staying horny, in anticipation of the satisfaction yet to cum.

   "Huh!" I fast forwarded a little.

   "Oh!" Ran it back.

   She kept suckling a little while, then.  'snh,' sighed, through her
nose. Right on mommy's tit, it took a moment for it to trickle out between
her fingers, but that's why she moved then.  Cupped some, but I got up,
close to the screen to see the blocky dots on her soft looking pale pissing
little cunt, and the trickle shrink, drooping until it was just her wet fat
little lips, shiny with piss, and wrinkled a little.

   "Smq!  Huh!" She lay back, and little drops dripped from her knuckles,
pouring it over her naked tummy, chest, and yes even face.  She squeezed
her eyes, and mouth shut, "Mn!" and struggles a little, then took a breath
when it stopped, but mommy was holding her hand up.  Too high to see, just
hear her lick, and suck at the pissy hand.

   "Mh huh, slask!  Smwoop!" Then feeling her, massaging the urine into her
soft young baby skin, and holding up her pinky to suckle a moment.  Then
laying down on the couch.  Holding her up to wiggle, and giggle on her
face, only stopping to gasp in another breath, and "PHfhfhfhft!" Blowing a
fart between her sruggling legs.

   "eineihin!" The cutest baby laughter, not even a giggle, I can't
describe it, but she loves this, and her mother.  God, I just want to dive
on that couch/chair/bed/futon thing with them, and roll around in the pee,
but.  "Now, mommy has to potty!"

   She took the camera, in the bathtub, and folded up a towel to tuck
behind it.  Frowning, and looking at the screen on the side, I have to
assume.  Fortunately not long, but the adorable little one just looked up,
at Mommy.  Finally looking down, and squeezing her beautiful full bosoms
together, and holding herself open so it came out almost a decent stream.

   ptptptpt!  On her tummy, I could hear it on her tummy, then she made
that face, holding her breath, and struggling to put her hands up.  Blindly
as mommy got up.  y On her knees so it shot over, a moment, then pointed
down on her face.  Then started droopong down.

   'eiehihn!'

   She giggled!  As soon as she could breathe again, she truly loves golden
showers with mommy, and I'm in love.

   "Nhnhn!" But so close, my fingers are going into overdrive again.  I
just pause it, with all the wiggling, and giggling with the clear drops
dripping down, and splashing all over her.  Her hand, turning to stroke,
and grope her wet tummy, and especially that last giggle when mommy peed
all over her.

   "Huhhhhn!"

   They should be back any minute...

   ;

   Voyeur

   "Oh!" Now she's pregnant, too.  "Huh!" rub my tummy a little,
expectantly, but now her daughter's toddling along, and still likes walks
in the stroller.  Must have been a pretty uneventful one, because she just
hung it up by the door.

   She didn't just leave the camera on, pointed at the front door.  Unless
it got up, on it's own, and walked over while mommy took off her coat, knit
cap, and booties.

   "Oh." Mommy got a, girlfriend?  Sitter?  Maybe a combination of the two,
pointed down all I could make out was a pink checked skirt, and matching
tank-top, but apparently there's snow on the ground, and in the foyeur.

   Mommy left, and then the camera came back, leading the little girl who
one could say qualified as a toddler.  Maybe 2-3 yo?  The same apartment?
Maybe another in the same complex?  Hard to tell from the foyeur, and the
furniture, but it had obviously been a year or two.

   Big screen TV, though.  Cartoon, why anyone would watch cartoons with a
camera on it is beyond me, but then it looks over, and the little one is
out.  On the end of the couch, folded down, but when she looks back, her
knees are up, and skirt flops down.  Okay, where's the childporn?

   I ask, because she hadn't picked up the remote yet.  She even focused on
the screen, I suppose as a crude way of copying it, but it's a bathroom
scene.  Different little girl, older, didn't sound like the same mom, but
pottying on the big toilet.  So, mommy, or sitter has to hold her up, legs
wide to tinkle, then make a face, and Poot!

   "NGH!" Right next to the camera, and fapping too.  Not real fast yet,
but I know the sound of 1 hand clapping, make that two.

   "Now, bathtime!"

   "Ngh!" Tickles her little tummy, while the water runs up to her feet,
then the back of the tub, over her legs, and tummy.

   "I love you," she picked up the camera, "So much, sweety!"

   She struggled, in the water.  While mommy held her down, but she held
the camera.  Mostly on her face, but broken up by the surface of the water.
Rippling from her struggles, until they went away.

   "Ngh!  hhhhhhhhhhh!" Just a relaxed sigh.

   On the TV, the mommy let go, of her tiny chest, and chucked her chin. 
To close her mouth, then felt up her face, and closed her eyes.  A tiny
bubble escaped her nose, and rolled to the surface, then the screen went
dark.  But there was some breathless panting, next to the camera.

   Then it turned to the baby, sitting up, and watching.

   She explained that "Baby went byebye, because mommy doesn't love her any
more."

   {Author's Note: this marks the transition from them watching eachother's
home movies, and making for eachother/co-escalation to distributing them.
Conceivably to other mothers out there, not to mention Wendy showing Lesli
snuffporn, and exposing her to concepts like "Mommy doesn't love her any
more." It's mind control, of a very young mind, so I can at least make the
"Consensual" snuff later somewhat believable...}

   ;

   Zygote (Trigger Warning: Lovecraft)

   Tug the rope.  ~Ever get the feeling you're being followed?~ She's not
paranoid, they just call her that behind her back.  ~Just duck in here real
quick.  Remember that dream?~

   She reaches in her purse for her phone, before I reach up her spine to
choke her off at the Madulla.  {Incidentally, Radulla is a protmanteau of
Radio Madulla.}

   "Huh!" Bloop!  Blink, shake my head in the amnioninc fluid, and floating
merconium.  She blinks, but her hand comes out with the River Runner.

   "Looks like you brought a knife to a gunfight." He waves it, away from
my face.

   "Nope," Dagger.  I tilted her head away, and caught it before he aimed
it back, pushing the slide out of battery, and slipped it up through his
teeshirt, right under the sternum.

   "Uh!"

   "You got that backwards."

   That moment, when his face changed.  Her first kill, realizing if he
moves, that just cuts him more.  So, I twist her arm, slice the straight
edge sideways to cut into his lung, then the serrated one back to rip open
the other.  Tip-slashing through the pericardium on the first, then nicking
his beating heart, before it squeezed out a third double tap..

   ..

   , "Ghughrchsh!" He fell, gargling blood, and gushing from the open
wound.

   ~Now you might want to call 9-11.  No, use your clean hand, and ask for
an ambulence.~ I broke her water.

   "Uhhn!" Stagger her over, still gushing behind the dumpster before
letting her fall to her knees."

   '9-11, what's your emergency?'

   "I'm giving birth." ~And we just killed someone.~

   Clang!  She dropped My dagger, so I put her her hands up on the side. 
To hold the flange for the truck's horns.

   ~See you later, mommy.~

   "NGHHHHH!"

   ~I'll be right out.~

   "Nguh!" She panted.

   ~Sorry I couldn't dilate you more.~ I worked my linky in her cervix, and
pried it to get the other one in.  ~This should hurt, real good.~

   "NHHHAAAA!~

   Reverse fisting, to start.  Only got about 4 inches to go, but the first
4 inches are the hardest.  ~Well, you have always wondered, what's this
like?~

   "HNHEAAHS!" She nodded.

   ~Don't push, I got this.~

   "Ahnnn!  Hihhhhh!  Whooooo!"

   ~That's good, remember your breathing, try to relax.  I have to get the
head through, this is the hard part, so just try to relax, and remember to
breathe.  If you don't fight it, you might even enjoy it!~

   "Nhhhhhhh!?"

   ~Breathe.~

   SLIHHHHHHHP!  Tongue out, and bent back over my lower teeth the whole
way out.  I don't want to hurt her.  I love her.

   "HG!" That would be her cervix, snapping tight around my throat, but
twist the arm that's already halfway out, and pry in my shoulder, pulling
with a firm grip to slip my fingers around under my chin.

   'ngh!' Understandably distant, mostly bone conduction down to her
pelvis, but I can feel her gasp, standing as I am on her diaphragm. 
Up-side down, but most of the resistance isn't gravity, it might even help
a little, but I got my shoulder through, and "Huhhhhhh!"

   Aeu de Dumpstaire!

   "Ng, just, let me, wiggle out, a little." My other shoulder through the
first barrier.

   "Uh!"

   "Once I get my other arm out, just try to relax.  Breathe a minute."

   "Whuhuhuhoo hooh whooh!"

   "That's good, now hang on, let me get my arm out.  Whooooooooooooh!"
Practically collapse my lungs, and press out my tummy with my diaphraghm so
my ribs compress as much as possible, popping my shoulders, then flop my
diaphragm back up, "UM!" So my tummy can suck in, and I can take another
breath.

   "HAAAAHN!" I can feel it, my ribs, rippling out, one by one, and her
orgasm, bursting up her spine, and rushing through the neural tributary
into the navel at the base of mine.  Should hide nicely in my buttocks, why
one could even mistake it for an anus, I bet, but we shall see.

   "Nhn slh ghnhn!" Rippling spasms around my guts, but I dtill have to get
my hips, and legs out.  She's trying to snap me off at the 3rd lumbar from
her clenching cervix, so.  I can wait.

   "Hihn hih hih hihhhh!  Hihhhhhn!"

   "Okay, breathe." I slipped right out, caught the filthy pavement, and
tucked my head to rool out on my back.

   "Uhnnnn!" Her arms slipped, and she fell over, in the corner.  I
blinked, rolled over.

   "Now, where?  Ah." Crawled over for the knife, and felt back for mt
tail. Bent it, over the seratted edge.

   ~Bye, Mom.~

   SLGSH!  The gush, of our blood.  Between us, the umbilicus where we
shared it, and our thoughts for months.

   I won't miss her.  She was me, now I'm just a copy.

   "Genevive." I held up a couple fingers.  "Two."

   I tied off her end before I left.  I don't want her to bleed out.  After
all, she can make more...

   ;

   Teufel vos Fraulein {Das Ich - Urkraft (Lava)}

   So, I went analog.  I had to eat a lot of what American humans call food
these days, but I was fully mature in a solar system record of 3.5 Earth
years.

   I lost the Neuronano, Morion took it.  Have fun with all those Radulles
flying around, toots.  I don't need it, I lost Wheatley, and with him all
the limiters.  So, this generation, I got all I needed.

   I know how she did it.  I don't even understand how, with time-travel,
and the caveat that Paradoxes can't happen she can be both my daughter, and
aunt, but I remember, giving birth to her, and her always there, always
years older, until I was thrown out with my uterus hastily sewn back
together.

   I just remembered the difference between Genophages, and Sperm:
Software. DNA, it's complicated, but suffice it to say that what I need is
at least 1 teste, and a supply of sperm cells to recombine.  So, I went
bilateral, and replicated some growth from the other end of the spinal
chord.  I don't have a womb, I have another brain, up-side down, and testes
wired straight into the visual cortex.

   I can see enzymes.  Epigenetics, read DNA in the same organs that
recombine it, and produce Sperm.  Viruses, human viruses, and a hot little
female body to get more sperm samples.

   That's it.  I want brown hair, I can get that allele.  Red, or Blond?  I
can get 2 copies of that.  Every cell in my body has receptors to get
updates, from the genophages that are released, at will into my
bloodstream.

   No magnetic signature.

   nlm, Bye Felicia!

   Enjoy your little war.

   I don't have to kill any more, I don't have to give birth any more, and
I can be whoever I feel like seducing, as long as I'm alive.  And I'm
immortal.  Just left to their own devices, my little babies top every cell
off with fresh new Chromosomes, automatically, indefinitely.

   Wendy, I'll miss.  The almost frightening thing is I didn't do that. 
Never touched her, she was like that when we met.  Just had to pick away at
the shell for it to pop.  Well loved her, I suppose my sister, and mother
still will.  Why we've been leaving them at home, she would have loved to
have seen that, but I don't need the witnesses.  Mommy won't talk, Mother
wont let her.  The less mama Wendy knows, the better.

   But, I have work to do.  It gets boring after a while, tens of thousands
of years, I never bothered to count in the first place.  Hey Molly?  Here's
one for you: Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Want to Have Fun (Mtvideo Edit)

   nlm

   {Call these 3 character introductions (With originals backed up to
XelsyS Radulling) This one being not just Amanda Hunt, but The Man 2 Hunt.
(242 - Headhunter, Ashe Mashup) Antagonist to Molinja's Protagonist,
Morion's Deuteragonist, Liggetti Chorus, and XelsyS 3rd Person Omniscient
(Deus ex Machina Superego) As usual, she's Das Ich - Uterus (Re-laborat)

   "When we were forgiven - hand in hand - were we guilty of playing with
Time?  When we have struggled, pure in wrath, the world wasn't destroyed.

   When we were children, big or young, and brave is time surreal?  Because
our eyes were blurred, the world is too much for our spirits to be pure.

   When my Father deserts the home is the time for the {Radulla} close?  If
I am eternal, the truth is the world is hard and in My debt.

   While I stood too long is time secretly following Their path?  When we
get are close to the end of the soul is the world wasted and blown away?

   Brother{Son} forgive me, sister gave me rust...

   God let me suffer, the devil gave me food.  Man give me souls, and
mother give me blood!"

   ~(C)Ackerman/Kramm.  Used without permission, All Rights Reserved. 
Also, self serving interpretation from a sadistic malignant narcissist. 
Can't really call it a delusion of grandure when she's immortal, older than
humanity, and divorced from (The inspiration for) the Devil Himself.}

   ;

   W.  (Fg IncesTot/tod Nepi Asph Snuf Necr/ZooK Scat/WS CP, SP.  Sp being
SnuffPorn.)

   Just copy, and paste this in your address bar:

  
https://i0.wp.com/astrobob.areavoices.com/files/2015/12/Christmas-full-moon
-scene.jpg

   That's the winter conjunction I observed, in 2015, and the backdrop for
the following scene...

   Out of pure ironic shadenfreude: Celine Dion - The Magic of Christmas
Day (These are Special Times.) Serious as a heart attack, that's what
Marlee would play at the party, immediately before this:

   ;

   "Huh!" Crisp night!  Snow on the ground, the overcast blown away, past
the park is a yard.  Abandoned, empty house, back gate to the trees, and a
SW Exposure.

   The moon not yet risen over the trees, even the roof, and windows are
dark, and Courtney is asleep.

   Her mother tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight, I put a blanket over
the carrier to trap the heat, her breath.

   Peeking under, she's still out, but I don't need to step on the brake
with the light dusting.  Piffing under my heels, but not sinking in to the
cold-frozen ground.

   "Huh!" My breath belies the heat, pounding in my chest.

   My first, then I can go to the clinic tomorrow.  Fertility clinic, the
best time of the month, but they'll be open.

   Tonight, the stars are right.  Patience, I never thought that's all it
took.

   I hate to wait.

   So, on with the tripods, slung under the hammock seat, hanging beneath
the locked in cradle.

   3, a little too big for the baby carrier, her britches, ready to
potty-train if her mother could bare to expense with diapers.

   The time is right, this is what they want.  "I love you mommy," her last
words, "Bye bye."

   "Huh!" now the cameras, the Infrared one in the shadow of the porch,
low-light one with the large lens from the seat in the lee of the trees.

   A frame of A swing-set, old, rusted black by the light of Betelgeuse,
and the Twins, just as the moon breached through the branches at the top of
the canopy.  Neat coniferous row like teeth, or steeples, seratting to
point toward the stars, the pregnant moon shining between, revealing the
top pipe in a dotted line.

   She won't wake up, the last thing she saw was her mothers' face,
smiling, but frowning, tears only blinked out when her tiny fingers slipped
from her thumbs.

   I can still hear her breath.

   Finally, the jump-rope.  Simple cotton, wooden handle removed from one
end to coil a noose, the other slick with lube.

   Chains long gone from the swingset, only bent sheet steel peaks, hanging
off, front to back, on either side to show where they were once anchored.

   I lay back, looked up at the stroller, the puffs of breath glittering
into the winter moonlight.

   It's Christmas.  Night.

   "God bless us everyone!" {~C.  Dion, Used without permission.}

   I can't help but giggle, unbuttoning my shirt, leaving it tucked in, my
blazer laying flat like black satin lined wings, wool pants warming as they
soak, buttocks sinking into the pristine fresh snowfall.

   "HhihH!" She doesn't even choke, her last breath just stopped, but my
eyes followed her dangling legs.  White nighty, moonlight shining through
the back, then the front as I catch a leg.  More like a Halloween ghost,
but warm.  Alive, and starting to struggle.

   I need a hand to hold the handle, like a belaying pin, and slip it under
the front of my pants.  Rope end first, then feeling the carved rounded,
sanded, and polyurethane sealed tip to anchor it, then settle her down on
my face.

   Really kicking now, so I have to feel my hands up her legs.  Inching
side-to-side, to her knees, fat flexing thighs, finally her hips, buttocks,
bare dry cunt, and already spasming asshole.

   Finally, "Hihhh!  HahlLlLlL!" The wait was over.

   My first, I'll always remember my first.  Even so slight, her struggles
shake her hips, my arms, breast, and the rope.  Jerking in my pants.  In my
baby maker, the rope rough and dry against my clitoral hood, tenting my
pants open over my fresh shaved mons pubelss.

   Nothing compared to the real thing.

   So full of life, fight, more strength than she had ever know, wracking
her unconscious body.  Reflexive, I can only try to imagine what kinds of
dreams she's having, or not.  Even try.

   Then weakening, fading, relaxing, and slipping from my chin.

   "HuhhhhHHHHH!" Figid winter air, dry with the icy tang of snow still
lingering in it like crystals of breath.  "HUHHHH!" Bending her legs up,
pushing her knees out, spreading under the moonlit shift, wide open, and
thoroughly tongue-fucked.

   SPBHTHPHptptptp!

   "Huh!" Splashing warm, and wet in the open silk of my blouse, all over
my exposed, otherwise unrestrained breast, and running between, spattering
up my chin, and splashing around my neck like a fresh cut throat.

   "HhHhHUHHHHHH!" Deepest throatiest moan I can remember having, then my
thumbs turning in.  Joining nail-to-nail, and prying between her virginal
lips.  Nothing harder than a tongue through that last barrier.

   She was born a virgin, she died a virgin, now she was mine!

   "NUH!"

   No?

   She stopped, fell limp.  Every muscle in her body relaxed, especially
her anal sphincter, and bladder, but I feel that.

   Pulse, still beating, slowly, deeply on the pads of my thumbs..

   ..

   Wait..  "Huh!" Deep in my chest.

   No, that's mine too.  Beating in my ears, in the otherwise silent
night..

   .?

   Yes, that's my pulse.  Beating in her corpse.

   "Hhhh!" Relax..

   :

   ;

   Marlee (Sick, just sick.  Let me remind you this is NOT my fantasy,
'kay?)

   "Why?" You have to ask, why a mother would conspire to have her daughter
murdered, watch the tape, and have wild sex with her murderess?  Well,
there's one, wild passionate sex with a murderous lesbian.  Even if I could
describe it, I wouldn't.  Good luck finding one.

   My daughter, was innocent.  I raised her innocently, then discovered
something.  I made a mistake, I sheltered her, lied to her, told her that I
loved her, her father, when I didn't.  For almost the first 3 years, I
didn't love her enough, then I had my eyes opened.  That's another reason,
I failed as a mother, so i had to start over.  She weaned, but I knew a
sure way to get the milk flowing again.  The way she got it going in the
first place, but my husband.  He was a failure too.  I couldn't live with
him, I couldn't kill him, and get away with it, but I could blame him. 
Drive him away, "How could you let this happen!?" With a straight face, I
lied to him, because that's what I discovered men are for: Sperm donors,
took his money, guilt tripped him about not protecting her, and used that
to pay for a replacement.  Start over from scratch.

   Because we could.  We did, and got away with it too, so there's that. 
The police, are men.  They went looking for men, and lo, an infant was
stolen from the same complex!  Imagine that, it's inconceivable, if you'll
pardon the pun.  Women just don't conspire to sexually abuse their
daughters, murder them, have lesbian orgies watching it, then sell the
footage to pay for pregnancies.  Right?  No, of course not, "He was about
5' 10" brown hair and eyes, average height, weight, and build, and he had a
gun." What do you know, just like the man that stole that baby from my
neighbor.  They showed me the sketch, "Yes, that's him." They doubled their
efforts to find him.

   She came back with the stroller.  Empty, I stopped crying, finished the
wine, and thought about getting some more, but Lesli hugged me.  Said "It's
okay." and kissed me.  Then, we watched the video, and it was beautiful. 
Videos, she had to put them on her laptop, tried to superimpose them so the
Infrared matched the Moonlit, but even reversed, they didn't quite line up.

   I watched the Infrared, the moonlit was beautiful, but I couldn't bare
to watch.

   There she was, though.  Wendy, I had no idea she was W., from that
Leslita website, I thought she just looked like her, dressed like her, but
there's nothing like this, on her site.  Nothing about nuff, I had no idea
that she made it, but then I talked to her, and Lesli.  Leslita, I don't
know whether she named the site after her, or her girlfriend named her
daughter after her site, but i just felt like I've been holding back all my
life.

   I had to let her go, while she was still young, beautiful, and innocent.
Before I took that innocence away, and holding it in just made the dreams
worse, become daydreams, fantasies of raping my little girl, and smothering
her screams.  I don't know why, I have no excuse, you think I haven't tried
to find something to explain it?

   "I'm sorry." Wendy wiped my tears, "If that wasn't."

   "No, it was beautiful, it was perfect," these were tears of joy, "You
made me so happy, and tomorrow we can go to the clinic together." Get
pregnant together, have daughters together, in vitro so we can make sure,
they're always daughters.  Beautiful pure innocent daughters before the
world comes in and takes that way.

   I know, I'm evil, but I never did that to her.  I'm just so lucky to
have found Wendy, so she could.  Do what I could never bring myself to.

   "I'm full," I bit my lip, and lifted my breast.  One less mouth to feed,
and she loves it.

   I'd do anything to make it up to her, the best night of my life.  It's
not even christmas any more, so today.  We can get some sleep, and later
today we can go out to get pregnant together.

   My treat, a small price to pay for the happiest night of my life...

   ;

   Temporal Note: out of time.  There is no FTCI in this offshoot.  Connie
Young never founded it, and Billy Young never oversees the Project that
retroactively is known by it's product, the Cyberserkers.  Instead, someone
remembers down to the Intercontinental Contacts, and Website, which should
narrow it down.  All tapes/media are artifacts of the original Atrocity
Wars timeline, used without permission of course.  Since Connie Foster is
already dead...

   ;

   AlbertaHunter@FTCI.Org

   [Hello, I know we haven't met, or contacted eachother before, but I may
be able to help/share in your fantasy.  I chose you, based completely on
your Moonlit night movies, especially the Infrared was an unique touch,
that is greatly appreciated.  You are an artist, truly gifted, which is why
i want you above anyone else.  My daughter, can only die once.  I can hope
that you can make it as beautiful and special as that.

   I too have a daughter, Dora.  Almost 5, and ready to go out in the
world. As you can see, she's Adorable, my little Izzy.  She's also very
sexually precocious, as you can see, she's outgoing, and prefers to be nude
as much as possible.  Here's her hymen, and here's her playing with her
favorite toy, a rubber snake.  As you can see, we both take "Rubber" a
little more literally than intended on the package, but it's hours of child
safe (NSFW) fun for the whole family!

   I'm a food blogger, you can look me up on youtube, but I travel around
the globe, looking for edible treats.  My favorites are south American,
especially the least explored tributaries of the Amazon Basin, as you can
see I'm a bit of an amazon myself!  I'm healthy, active, and my daughter
(That picture is a few years old) loves to work out with me, however I
crave a different kind of treat.  My fantasy, my deepest darkest one is I
could eat her right up!

   Literally.

   I've had long pork before, on multiple occasions, in several cultures,
and I've developed a bit of a taste for it.  I just want a mother I can
share her with, preferably with another daughter to share.  She is the best
part of my life, but now I crave her to be a part of my body again. 
Preferably 20-30 pounds each, so we can truly feast, though I've never
eaten a toddler before.  Albert Fish highly recommends the buttocks, I
prefer thigh meat myself, but we can divy them up when they're roasted.

   With your reverse birth bestiality, and snuff fantasies, I thought
perhaps we could share.  I can handle the travel arrangements, as well as
the cooking, Connie can handle the local contacts, however this will
require quite a lot of money, and resources.  I know in Africa, Russian
Weapons are worth more that gold, and if you want the Big 5 (Elephant,
Rhino, Hippo, Nile Crocodile, or Cape Buffalo) the best bang for your buck
are Surface-to-Air Missiles.  Connie can arrange that as well, provided the
money through her arms dealers.]

   ;

   Mommy (Fg Loli Tod/tot Snuf Cons WS Sade)

   I feel so stuffed, so I know little Leslita must be about to burst. 
Walking her back from the big party, through the park, she should have
taken a nap, but now her kicking legs stopped, and she held them together.
"Mommy, I really have to potty."

   "Me too sweetheart, let mommy see." She spread her legs, so the skirt
pulled tight over them, revealing her dry little tot twat.  "Hold it," she
pulled it up, "We're almost there." Her fingers trying to hold it in, like
a little dutch boy.  "Ngh!" She smiled.

   She knows this game, we played it all the time, and that it feels so
much better the longer you hold it.  "Don't mess up the stroller." She's
grinning now, wincing, but it's not pain.  Not quite, but it's the most
erotic feeling for her.  "How does it feel?"

   Look around, as if for the man from the papers, kidnapping babies, like
her baby sister.  She giggles, now she's really playing with it, "I really
have to go mommy," another giggle, "I really got to poop, so much!" She
knows what an effect this has on me.

   "Me too.  I'm holding it," but I can let my thighs, rub together with
each step, and she knows how much this turns me on.

   "Ngh!  I have to go so bad, I'm gonna die!"

   "Nhm!" Bite my lip.

   "Hihihn!" Blink, at her grinning face.

   "Now you're teasing me."

   "I just want to go, so bad.  All over you." She knows I can only take so
much.  "All over your face, and your tits."

   "Nhm!"

   "Let it go, let it go.  I can't hold it any more!"

   "Lesli!" Now her grin looks almost sadistic!

   "Let it go, let it go!  You'll never see me cry!"

   "Ngh!" She won, I felt a little trickle out, and had to stop.  Hold my
knees together.  "Hnnnh!" My wet thighs, squeezing wetly together, and the
hot drops running down between them.

   "Like this swirling storm inside!"

   She knows I hate this song!

   "Hihihihihmn!"

   "Come on." It's going to be pouring out, any minute.

   "Swings!" she points.

   "Not now, sweety."

   "Don't let them in, don't let them see.  Be the good girl you always
have to be!  Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know, well now they know!"

   "Ngah!"

   I just let it go.

   "Huh!" It trickled out under my sun-dress.  'hhhhhhHhH!'

   "Uh oh.  Mommy had a accident."

   "Hh!" I can hold the rest, but it did feel so good.  Right here, bye the
playground, the little girls, laughing, and squeeling like screams.  I
almost got off.

   "Now, swing me."

   "Okay, sweety."

   "I can hold it." I stopped at the edge of the sand.  "The cold never
bothered me anyway."

   "Come on, lets swing."

   She giggled, and kicked in my arms.  She whispered, 'if i have to hold
it, you have to hold it too.'

   She really likes this game.

   "Hihihehaha!" It ran out, left a line of dots, drops back and forth in
the sand while she swung, and her skirt swung back, letting more roll out
the back between her cheeks, and I gave her another push.

   I can hold the rest, now, but she didn't mess up the stroller.

   "Huh!"

   "Ehehahahah!"

   So, the next girl, if she doesn't look, or her mommy doesn't look before
plopping her down in her big blue plastic toddler swing.  Her feeling that,
soak through, then he bad mommy scolding her for wetting herself.

   "Higher mommy, higher!"

   Wendy, I have to blame her for this.  Dark turn, and the older girls
playing jump rope.  Looking up at the bar, the squeeking chain.

   "Higher!"

   Lesli jumping off, swinging, choking quietly like Courtney.

   "Ihihihn!  HIGHER!"

   Her bowels releasing over those incredible tits.  In the moonlight, but
the infrared was even better.  Her hot breath, and the warm blue blob,
splashing out on her body.  You could see her warmth.

   "HIGHER!" Falling so the rope pulls tight, and relaxing.

   "Hhnh!"

   Nobody can see it.  Trickling out again.  In the sand, lost of kids lose
it on the playground, but she won.  I couldn't hold it, I didn't want to.
The warm trickles between my lips practically vibrating my clit, and
curling up against gravity in my opening before dripping from my lips, and
dribbling down my hot thighs.

   "Hhhhhh!"

   This is her fantasy, my daughter's swinging, dead.  Remember when we
showed her, Lesli turning back, stretched out naked on the end of the bed.
"Mommy, can we do that?"

   "Maybe, some day." I just have to make sure that's what she really
wants. "I don't want to grow up, so you don't love me."

   "Oh, I would never stop loving you!"

   "But I won't be sexy any more, and I don't want to stop being sexy.  I
want you to.  Kill me like that.  It was so beautiful."

   "Huh!"

   Wendy's sick fantasies, they didn't just get in my head.

   And of course, that's why we love her so much.  I wish we could just do
it now, but it's too public, there's too many people around, we'd never get
away with it.

   But we might, be ready tonight.  And that way, she can record it.

   "Okay." I stopped her picked her up.  "Tonite."

   "Really!?" She hugged my neck, and I patted her fat wet bottom under her
skirt.

   "Come on, let's get you home and give Mama Wendy the good news."

   I'm so close, I just want to finish myself off right here, right now,
but there's all those children around, and one of them would tell.  Ruin it
before tonight.

   Back in her stroller, she practically sang "I'm gonna die tonite!"

   "Sh!  Not if someone hears you!" I'm almost looking for that completely
made up man in the papers, and on the news.  The sketch from the
description I gave them.

   "Huh!" So, this is what going insane feels like.  "It is a wonderful
feeling."

   "Yeah," she smiles up at me, spreading her legs again.  "I love you
mommy." Grinning, and reaching inside.

   "Lets get you home."

   ;

   On the plane

   We requested seats in the back of the plane, because they're closer to
the rear lavatory, and were lucky enough to get them booked right against
the back wall.  The lavatory was right there, for a quick rush across the
aisle, when my daughter Sally had to go.  She had just started to potty
train at home, but on the plane, it wasn't so simple.  She missed daddy,
whom we're going to see, and after so long away I missed him too.  So, I
packed a diaper bag just for this instance.

   Another advantage is some measure of privacy.  The Stewardess' station
is forward on this model, between first class, and coach, so I needn't
worry about them walking bye when nursing her, or checking her diaper in
the seat next to me.  Only the male gaze, which I had plenty of fair
warning, as they made their way back between the seats to cover up.  I got
a blanket for the purpose, but it was hot, with Sally's not so little body
under there.  So, I nursed her bare breasted with it over my shoulder, and
just draped it over my arm when needed.

   Then, I looked down, heard giggling from the toddler in the seat in
front of us.  Between the seats, she leaned back with a tablet, or a tablet
sized phone, and her mother leaned over to whisper something to her.

   I was struck first by her makeup, dark so as she looked down, her
blackened lid looked like a pit, and her prominent nose in profile, then
she reached over, and tapped the screen.

   A move came up, but I glanced at movement from the aisle.  That same
boy, kept coming back, and trying to steal glances.  I covered up, but he
never spent long in there.  Perhaps he just drank too much, or it didn't
take long for him to, do his business, imagining my bare breast.

   "Huh!" It was hot under there, but I covered my mouth.  It looked like a
diaper change video, and I had seen more than enough.  My own daughter's,
not to mention other girls I had taken care of.  Being a girl once myself,
I was given many other opportunities, and there was nothing sexual about
it. For me, before I saw this.

   The toddler's chubby little leg coming up, for her fat little arm to
bend back.  "Nh!" I cad seen little girls touch themselves, I am not a
prude, the way I was raised, that's something you do in private.  In your
own room if you have one, or the bathroom if you're forced to share it.  I
certainly wasn't the sort of mother to encourage it in public, to the point
of showing her pornography.

   At first, I thought it some strange toy.  The video quality wasn't that
good, and I was unfamiliar with that particular shape.  Like a lumpy
rattle, this strange bright red, with pale highlights, and a strange pear
shape, a curved point on the other end, and a large bulge, held in the
mother's hands.  Only then did I realize that the blackground was some sort
of short fur, even as she tickled, between her legs with the fingers of her
other hand.

   Clunk.  The child was thoughtful enough to put it down.  While the boy
moved back up between the seats, red faced, and embarrassed.  I was more
than a little hot now, and Sally was asleep, but I hesitated to check her
diaper.  Just used the break to slip back into the cup of my bra, remarking
to myself that I had just definitely seen childporn.  Baby porn, child
molestation right before my eyes, shown to a little girl by so obviously
her mother.  They certainly look alike, more than an aunt, except for the
eye makeup, and obviously dark hair.

   As she brought the video back up, and started it again, I realized that
that red thing was the penis of some animal, by the color, and half
remembered glimpses before looking away in modesty, I guessed some sort of
dog?

   Even with the cool cup back over my drained breast, my daughter napping
in her safety seat, and the blanket set aside, I felt too hot.  Far to hot
for it to be just that, and unreasonably horny.  It's one thing to hear
about such things, child porn, incest, and bestiality, but quite another to
witness it shared, between a daughter and admittedly handsome mother.  I
don't know, I am not a lesbian, but I can admit when a woman is handsome. I
think it was the profile of her nose, the deep dark pit of her eye makeup
only enhanced it, but I remembered that.  Stolen glance, even as I saw her
hand.  I was seized with a surety that it was her, both of them in the
movie, a home movie of molestation, and nasty bestiality.

   What an utterly horrible mother, I thought.  Felt like a worse mother
than usual, watching that, right next to my own daughter, and getting so
aroused.  Not that I would ever, seriously consider, exposing my daughter
to anything like that.  However, I have to admit that extremely naughty
little girl certainly seemed to enjoy it.  Both in the video, and
unashamedly masturbating, right there in public.  I didn't know whether to
grab Sally, and duck into the lavatory, or leave her there in the company
of a child molester.

   Which would be worse, dealing with myself with my daughter, she's a
light sleeper, and the risk of her waking up while I was doing something,
so sickening erotic was almost worse than the prospect of coming out to
find them.  Moved back to my seat, with my daughter, and their tablet.

   "Oh!" God, so I just tried to keep my eyes open, on the aisle with the
blanket over my lap, and shamefully inching hands.  "Hhuh!" Sweating, and
trying not to moan, I just need relief so I can think clearly, possibly of
a way to deal with this situation, but like this I can't help the images
creeping into my mind's eye.  Stealing glances of her up, suckling that
spiky red tip, and a quick pale spit onto her nose, running down over her
cheeks, chin, fat baby tummy like thick runny milk.

   "Nhm!" Hold my breath.  "Huhhh!"

   "Mommy," she giggled, "I think that lady likes the movie."

   It was too late to stop.  My fingers did, I even pulled them out, but I
had already pushed over the edge.

   "Ngh!" I was already orgasming, and there wasn't a thing to be done
about it.

   ;

   Wendy

   "Oh!" I just turned around, looked back at the middleaged woman, in
obvious sexual distress.  "I think you're right."

   She just kept giggling.  Straight, she cracked her eye, and "Oh!"
Shuddered again when I smiled.  Winked, and she turned her head.  "Ngh!"
Grunted, with the cutest grimace of erotic pleasure.  I know as well as
anyone why such images are illegal.  In a word, temptation.  Oh, and a
ruined orgasm?  Maybe I would be able to get off, on the way.  It takes a
lot, especially with all the excitement of where we were going, and what to
do, I thought for sure there would be no way to relieve that much tension
in a crowded plane full of strangers, and military families, I assume.

   Dakar to refuel, and change planes for a ride deeper into the continent,
but she could breathe now, without drawing too much attention.  Maybe I
could, make do with seducing an obviously straight military mommy, and dare
I hope her daughter as well.

   "Huh, huh!" She couldn't look at my knowing grin.

   "Snh!" Yup.  "Enjoying the flight?"

   She glanced back, not turning her head, trying not to.  I could almost
taste her shame.  At watching that, my ex with her late daughter, and
remembering what happened to them.  At least it wasn't to be an uneventful
flight, but how to play it?  Cant just ask her if she enjoyed watching my
daughter masturbate to doggy diaper porn, and mommy molestation.  "Huh!" I
better do something soon, however.

   "Debby, why don't you head back, and keep her company?" I really do like
to watch.

   "Okay!' She handed me the tablet phone, which I tucked into the pocket
under the tray table.

   'can i kiss your pussy?' She stood up on tippytoes to whisper.

   She just boggled.  BSOD, couldn't believe this was actually happening,
and so soon after her orgasm.  Her first orgasm, my little girl is
positively gifted at cunnilingus, years of practice.  She didn't stop her,
from just lifting the blanket, and crawling in between her legs.

   Even scooted out on the seat, while I turned around, and scooted back.
Against the window with my legs up on the seat.  Taking a glance over the
mostly dark cabin.  A few reading lights on, or glows from electronic
devices, but it was late.  We're flying East through the night, and the
blanket rippled.  Rolled from my daughters arms, feeling around her ample
hips, and slipping something down.  I can only assume her underwear.

   "You want something to watch?" I grinned, and slid the tablet between
the seat.  Whatever she wants to pick, I doubt she's seen anything of the
sort, but I like to think she'd pick the best one.  The moonlit night, with
snow on the ground, the perfect surface to scatter the light, and shew the
scene of my greatest achievement, so far.

   The night that Cortenay died.

   "NHM!" I cleared my throat.

   "Oh!" She just watched me.  Mostly my face, I think she likes the way I
look?  I have a hand free, so I felt up under my shirt to my heavy full
swollen bra, and squeezed one side until I leaked.  Massaging the glands on
the underside, a sensation that I was happy to experience.  "Huh!" My pay,
for snuffing Cortenay.  "Nghm!"

   I had wondered before, what would cause a woman, a mother to do that to
her child.  Kill her, or let someone hang her, and bathe in her gush of
bowel release, bladder squirting into the cold open flap of my ruined silk
blouse, spasming, kicking and twisting to yank the handle of the jumprope,
buried into my spasming muff.

   "Ohm!" Biting her lips now, the look of shock replaced by acceptance. 
This isn't a nitemare, or just some strange erotic dream, this was real. 
She was getting eaten out by a 3yo stranger, in public, where anyone could
walk back to use the lavatory.  By a pro, like only a little girl who grew
up sucking my clitoris as much as my nipple could.  "Smp!" My fingers were
already wet, I just needed a taste, a sniff of the sharp gamy, somewhat
stale aroma from being turned on for hours without relief, now watching my
girl break in a relative virgin, new to the dark forbidden pleasures of
mommy/tot/dog/incest/snuff porn.

   "Ngh!  Hhhhin!"

   There, now I can relax.  Just let the tension out in spurts soaking
between my fingers before gushing in a steady stream of lust, and piss, all
over the seats.  "Hihhhhhn!" Such a good one, I can't remember the last
time I got off so good, but a likely suspect was 3 years, since my first
one.  Cortenay, I know I'll never forget my first.

   "HhHhHhHuhhHHH!" She had to cover her mouth.  "HMMMMM!" Eyes wide, as
her second orgasm burst out, unable to hold back the moan, loud in the
otherwise quiet cabin.

   "Mommy," then the tine voice.  "Are you awite?"

   "Mhm?" She shook her head, and closed her eyes, in shame, but it was too
late.  Again, she couldn't stop, her orgasm had already started.  Only this
time, her daughter ruined it.

   ;

   Phyllis

   "Huh!?"

   Thumbails, videos, no screen or keyboard, I just had to look.  I think,
the one with the baby suckling a dog is a series, because i see 3, so I tap
the third.

   "Nh!"

   "Mhm!" I humped a little at her hum, but she nodded, and latched back
on. I just bit my lips harder.

   Stroller, dog trotting right along, beside it, fat little hand reaching
out to pet it.  no leash, nor collar, black, may be a laborador, I don't
really know dog breeds.

   "Here," she hands me a coil of ear-buds, but they're not even talking,
Bare feet, tanned legs kicking, birds, and breeses.

   "Hhuh huhl!" Heavy pants from the dog.

   "Nh!" Tiny fingertips, wiggling just inside my, 2 I think.  Now 3 pursed
together like a triangle.

   "Sph?  Lsp!" I slipped out, but she lapped my Skin back up with the tip
of her tongue, and sucked the tip back out again.

   Just held it in her lips, until it slipped back out.

   Okay, I have been denying myself.  Who would have known a girl that
young would have been able to give that much pleasure to a grown up
heterosexual woman.  I am, it didn't make a bit of difference.  She sucks
doggy dick,or at least diddles herself in publick looking at it, but.

   "Hhm," I don't care how fucked up it is.

   "Mhm!" She nodded, and didn't even let it slip out.  "L."

   "NGH!"

   "Hh, I love you mommy." In the earbuds.

   "I love you too.  So much, you know that."

   "Are we there?" She fidgeted, "I can't wait."

   "To potty?"

   "Hahahah!  No.  I can hold it, you know that, to go."

   "Oh, I'm going to miss you, so much."

   "I know, but we've been over thisS, mother.  The way she said this,
despite the sweaty heat, the blankets, the hot scene, and orgasm, I
shivered a little.  She hissed, then spat it out.  Not Mommy.

   Mother, like a curse.

   "Let me go."

   "Nh!" She nodded.

   The dog wandered off, to the length of his leach, then "Yip!"ed when he
was jerked back, just short of a tree.  "Here will do," the little girl
jumped out.

   Stark naked, and clapped.

   The dog frose, the moment she touched him.  Camera coming around, the
stroller abandoned groping under his lifted leg, then gripping it with her
other hand to hold it to her shoulder.

   Looking back, and smiling, a fresh gap in the top row of teeth.  Not
even a tiny point of a tooth.  She winked.

   "Hnn!" He wined, but released a stream, onto the underside of her tummy,
but she put her knees together, squatting and holding it down to catch and
pool in her lap.

   "Hihihn!" Her mommy's hand gripped the tail, which stopped wagging while
she tured, still smiling, and parting her teeth to stick out her tongue,
and lick the pointed tip that stuck out the otherwise bunt end.  "Sph! 
Wolgh!"

   "Heh heh heh!"

   Panting excited, the tip of his tail twitched, then wagged harder,
deeper down to her mommy's fist, and farther out back and forth.

   "SLGFHPB!" her cheecks sucked in, around the oversized tapered end of
the bulging red member, blue veins standing out, but a pale shine to the
ridges stretching out to the thick plumb shaped bulb on the end.  He had
balls, i saw them.  They were black, and fur covered, but somewhere behind
her mother's grip.  Wrist covering his asshole, but by now the camera was
set down on the dirt.

   At the top of the tablet, held up sideways, her bottom sticking out
behind, then her calves, spreading from her knees, dripping all from the
underside of her thighs.

   "Hah!  Spl!" It ran down her chin, transluscent, pale on her tanned
exposed face, and some more dribbled down the underside.  "Doggy milk! 
Hahlwghl!  Krahlk!  Kah!  SPL!" More drooled out over her lip, running down
her chin to drip down in her lap.  "SPB!  QWHOLG KHGLAH!  Hah!  Khak! 
SPL!"

   "Mommy!"

   "NGH!" I just held my breath, "Awe you awite!"

   'mhm?' I started to nod.  "SNHHHHHHH!!!"

   I'm cumming, and I just want to scream it at the top of my lungs!

   "HUH HUH HUH!" Loud in my ears, even louder than my heart, beating out
of control.

   Watching a little girl, not much older than my daughter, sucking off a
dog, right next to her.

   I wish I could open my eyes to see what she saw on the screen, but i
just turned it to her, in my lap.

   "What's that?"

   "NUHNNNNNM!"

   I looked between the seats, I hadn't even finished yet, forgot the
little girl's head, still clamped between my shaking legs, now I can feel
her hair, and her hot head under the blanket.

   "NghaAH!"

   "I have to go poddy."

   "Nghay, Huh!  Sweetheart.  Good, let's go potty!" I pushed the head back
under the blanket.

   "Can I cum too?"

   ;

   {Mistress W.  demanded I finish this, and I am truly sorry to have left
her hanging so long.  So, back to work...}

   W.

   "Mh?" I blinked.  Finally conscious of the engines, the dull rumble of
the cabin, and the wet warmth spreading in the seat.

   "Hhhhh!" I picked up my daughter, and held her.

   I'm going to miss her...

   'nh!' If there's one thing I know by now, it's my own daughter's grunts
of sexual pleasure.

   Did I pass out?  How could I pass out?  But the mother's face lit up,
eyes sparkling in the light of her smart phone, raptly shooting whatever
action was going on in the seat behind me.

   'oh, that's good, sweety!' lowered to a whisper, she glanced up when I
slipped my damp wrinkled fingertips out of my soaked underpants, and peeked
over the seat.  'your daddy's going to love this!'

   This being my daughter, standing up in the safety seat, straddling the
naked near infant's face, and humping it for all it's worth.  The little
pink plastic ring of a pascifier swininging like a tail.  'nh nh!' the
curved plastic lip plat against her flexing buttocks, obviously inserted
into her ass as a buttplug.

   "Someone's coming," Reluctantly, she dismounted, and the new naughty
mommy draped a blanked over them, but not before I saw my dear daughter pop
it out with a grunt, and the cutest little toot.  'pht!' Of gas, she
grinned, and dropped it in the littler girls mouth, then opbscenely
molested her with her arm sticking out between her legs.

   'hn,' the baby closed her eyes, lip plate popping in and out from her
reflexive suckling, but the lavatory door thumped shut.

   "Hey," I grinned, and covered the cameraphone before she caught my face.
She tapped it, to stop recording, and it went dark, but her grin faded
last, like a cheshire cat's.  "Cummere." She hapily moved forward, to the
aisle seat, so I can reward her for being so easily corruptable.  Spreading
the blanket between us, she immediately went for my pissy panties, and
pulled them aside, even as my fingers slipped into her slacks, over her
pubes, and into her dripping snatch.

   "Hmmmmn!" She moaned into my mouth, but ready to get into the lavatory,
as soon as it was unoccupied.  The snacks, rich, high fiberous, and dense
to produce a thick plug against the tight confines of my sphincter.  She's
still new to this, but so passionately turned on, she could barely breathe,
gasp, and snuff through her nose, so that a little snot popped out, and ran
down my cheek.  "Snh!"

   Clunk!  I held her hair, tight to the back of her head, as the pubeless
voyeur, that same kid who'd been running back and forth, no doubt
fantasizing some sort of lesbian action stopped, and gasped.  Eyes wide, I
grinned, nodded, as her legs shook out of controll.  "OWHMMMMMMMNN!" He
ran, up between the seats, already jerked off, for what had to have been
the hundreth time, impotent, dickless, denied his fantasy even as he saw it
realized.

   "Hnnnnnm!" She sat back, and my fingers slipped out, felt up and down,
around her panting tummy.  The healed stretch marks, the inny navel, slick
now with her orgasmic juices from my probing fingertip.  Twisting, and
wiggling in to losten the knot, like a baby's bottom, snapped back from
prolapsing at the end of her pregnancy.  "OHHHHHHH!" I covered her mouth.
Most people have no idea how sensitive it can be, as I continued the navel
assault, but I couldn't hold it much longer.

   Getting up, "Cummon, girls, bring the baby." I made for the lavatory
door.

   She watched the kids, with her cameraphone.  I pulled down my skirt, and
still soaked panties.  Let the seat dry a lottle, but she turned back, kept
glancing up the aisle, but caught all the action.  Of her daughter, set up
on the seat of the vaccuum toilet, very much like a potty, or halfway
between that, and toilet height, but with handicap bars, and a cabinet
built around it.  The tiny sink next to it.

   Cradling her cap, I tipped her face up, to see what she learned about
sucking clit, while my daughter pushed up behind me.  Lifting, and
seperating my cheeks, my cramped asshole already spreading.  I don't need
the pascifier, a butplug I nodded.  Holding my breath so as not to moan to
loud, from the brown snake crawling out.  "Ngh!" So constipated, it was
like a log, I swer I felt a little bark.

   "Ym!  Smck!" Smacking her lips, and rumming it around with her face. 
All over my crack, and skooping the grittiness out with her thumbs, rubbing
it all over, even as more extruded out into her hungryly waiting mouth.

   "Hnh!" I had to hold on, to the oh-shit handles.  My knees went weak,
and I shook.  No longer able to hold the door, it swung back, my daughter
following my, face buried in my filthy shit covered ass, tongue diving in,
forcing her thumbs after, and pulling it open.

   PhbBbtT!  Shaming her head.

   "Mh hn!  Uh, yeah!" She loves it.

   I had to let the infant go, to gasp, and cry, before I smothered her to
death.

   "Hhhhhh!" Drowned out by her cries, her mother came to hold her, comfort
her while I caught my breath, and pulled out wipes to start cleaning up...

   ;

   Unfortunately, the Stewardess announced that we're approaching Senghor
airport before I even finished cleaning up.  A bit of a mess, I must admit,
but worth every drop of cum it wrung out of me, all over the nearly
forgotten child's face, but once the thought was in my head, it wouldn't
leave.  Her struggles weakening, at first desperate, with the supernatural
strength of the dying, then growing weaker, starving for oxygen, and the
death spasms as her brain slowly died, until finally she fell limp, dead,
smothered in my spasming cunt.

   I didn't, but I could have, so overcome by the moment, the overpowering
rush of pleasure,, I was so close.  Pushed over the edge, but this close to
killing another, precious life, just barely starting, only on an
international flight that's pretty much guaranteeing a trip to jail, never
to see my precious {Name} daughter again.  Her first kill, solo, being
there to watch it, film it, and the look on her face when she realizes it's
dead.  Gone forever, at her own hands, I have to wonder how?  What kind of
killer will my little girl be?  What does she want to do with the bodies,
cut them up, cook them and eat them?  Necrophilia, maybe make dolls with
their skins?

   She nursed her, in the seat behind me, while mine kicked impatiently in
the aisle seat.  "Mommy," she turned , and looked up.

   "Yes sweety?" I kissed her cheek, but she held my head.  Turned to
nuzzle my hair, and whisper.

   'can we kill her?'

   "The baby?"

   "Yeah!" She grinned.  Nodding, excited.

   "We'll see." My heart swelled with pride, she was thinking the same
thing.

   "Uh, miss?" I looked back, at her.  She blushed, but didn't look down.
he shame gone, "Where are you headded, when we land?"

   "Johannessberg." I lied, "Why?"

   "Well, we have a layover, and a hotel room tonight."

   "It's morning," I pointed out the brightening window.

   "Yes, of course, but with the jetlag.  I had thought to get caught up on
sleep, but now.  I thought we might invite you to join us.  Since there we
could only try so much, considering the conditions."

   I like the conditions, the public space, hundreds of unsuspecting
passengers, the knowing wink from the dark stewardess who was oh so aware
of the kinds of things we're doing, and running interference.  i had
thought, perhaps before we got involved with those 2, in the seats behind
us.  "Yes, of course." She smiled back.  "I would like that."

   My daughter turned to grin up at me, and winked.  I nodded, and patted
her hair.  Slicked it back behind her head, and bent to a passionate kiss.

   I love her, so much!

   ;

   Phyllis

   "Uhn?" I came too, "Khuh!" It was like a nitemare, or a dream, but then
it became a nitemare.  Checking in, then finally able to have sex.  All
together, in a bed, instead of the frantic fearful quickies on the plane.
Finally, I could give into the sick new desires I discovered en route, just
lay back, and feel her mouth.  Between my legs, vaguely aware of my
daughter.  Between her's face buried in her twat, and daughter noisily
kissing, and sucking out her anus.  I never dared imagined such sick,
twisted desires, much less giving into them.  Incest, children, my own
daughter still in diapers, suckling my clit like a nipple, even as my
newfound lover lapped it out, noisilly, and her fingertips prized me open.
Spreading me, stretching me more than my husband ever had, or any male
lover.  I had no idea what I was missing, all the pleasures I had been
denied, avoiding women, but now I find ways no man could touch me, to know
how to pleasure me, and my daughter was learning.

   I thought I could never love her more, I was wrong.  "AughaeeeEIIII!" It
broke free in a squeel, like a scream, then she pulled out of my dripping
spasming sex.  Gaping wide open, as I had when i gave birth, then muffled
by the pillow.  "MRHHHHHHH!" Her arm over my throat, choking me, so I
couldn't scream.  Only thrash, struggle, and try to breathe.  her breasts
over mine, bumping, and bouncing together, her legs holding mine, trying to
pull the pillow away, breaking off nails then clawing at her arms, her
shoulders, her back, her neck.  To no avail, I found strength I had never
known, but she was stronger, too heavy to push off, and my fingertips
slipped, bloody, wet, slick in the scratches on her back.

   "OAHHHHHH!" Her moans, clamping my thigh, kicking, and thrashing, but
aware that she was getting off on this.  my pain, fear, desperate
smothering, and strangling, nowing I was going to die.  She was killing me,
and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

   Except for slip away, into blessed numb cold silent darkness...

   When I awoke, they were gone, and so was my daughter.  On the foot of my
bed, still, not even breathing, even going cold.

   I couldn't do anything but hold her, tiny cold body, and cry.

   ;

   Little Monster

   On the bed, Mommy 69ed, but she already pooped.  I just held her little
head, and licked out her asshole.  Her tiny little baby head, in mommy's
cunt, so she can't breathe.  She could struggle, though, scratching at
mommy's tummy, kicking at her tits, maybe even trying to bite with her
toothless gums.  Mommy's asshole spasmed, face buried in between her
mommy's legs.  Distracting her, gasping, and moaning, mommy's so good at
that, and the tiny dying struggling little girl hidden under her body.  I
just held her head.  Pushing her face in.

   Killing her, my first one.  With mommy, mommy's pussy is just the
weapon, but these are my hands on her head.  Digging my elbows in, and my
knees up to brace them against.  For leverage, hard to believe how strong
they get, when they're dying.  No need to save it, anything, use it all. 
Really thrashing now, which really makes mommy's asshole spam.

   'phft!' A little gass, i giggled, and sniffed, felt it tighten, and
clench, then relax, push out another bubble.  "PhattT!"

   "Uhn!"

   AUGH," her mommy, cums.  "AEIIIIIII!" Sounds like a scream, even as her
daughters struggles are getting weak.  Tired, dying face first in the baby
maker of another mother.  Mine, I came from there, and now my hand force
her death, her last breath back in.  "OAHHHHHNNN!" He mother collapses, and
the baby, passed out.  Now just twitches.  The last spasms as the air
starved brain misfires, the last quivers of enegy from her exhausted
muscles, and I let go.

   Mommy moved, on top fo her, choking, and smothering her with a pillow,
while I hold her daughter's neck.  the last breath in, kissing her, tasting
the cunt on her lips, licking bettwen her toothless gums, and her rabbit
pulse in her carotyds, finally stop.

   "MRHEEEEEE!" Muffled in the pillow, fianlly I let go.  Release my thumbs
pinching her throat shut, the tiny nut in there relaxing, going limp,
releasing the death rattle.

   "Hhhhhih!" Hold it in, savor the fear and pain of her last moments as
the nanites tingle on my tongue, and numb it down my throat.

   "Hhhhh!" Close my eyes, and relive her death in wordless feelings.  The
terror, the last nightmare, then cold numb blackness till the end.

   .

   {Okay, I just last night gave up Snuff for Lent.  IK, R?  Well, it turns
out I suck at it, so there.  That's it, I'm done.}