Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Zorlond
Title: Survival of the Excellent
Part: Chapter 03
Summary: A new planet, a new start...  and a species that seems to be
built for sex.
Keywords: Hsolo, Hg, futa, futanari, very ped, loli, cons, breast size,
penis size, inc mother daughter, lac, oral, piv, fist, ScFi



   Day 1081

   "Hold still, Christine," Pat told the bundle of blonde curls and energy.
"Just hold still and let me get in here...  Hey, what did I tell you about
toes?" Christine giggled mischievously and noticeably lowered as she
stopped standing on tip-toe, there against the door jamb.  Pat quickly
moved in to place the end of her measuring rod on top of Christine's head
and mark the spot it reached on the door with her finger.  "Okay, there you
are." Pat let Christine step away while she got her stylus and made a more
permanent mark on the door jamb in ink.

   "Am I bigger, mommy?" Christine asked as Pat added 'C - 22m' to the mark
and blew gently on it to try to get the ink to start drying.

   "I'd say yeah, you're bigger than last time." Pat smiled as Christine
cheered at this little accomplishment, bouncing up and down, her little
hide top flapping audibly against her chest.  Pat grabbed the measuring rod
again as her daughter carried on, making a quick judgement.  "Okay, looks
like 1.15 rods." Pat added the height measurement to the mark and blew on
it again.  "Oh, no," Pat quickly caught Christine's hand as she reached for
the writing.  "Don't smudge it.  It takes a while to dry."

   "I'm catching up, mommy!" Christine giggled again.  "I'm gonna be big as
you!"

   Pat smiled patiently.  "You have quite a ways to go, hon." She gestured
up on the door jamb where, much higher up, sat the mark 'P - 2.3r'.  After
a moment of looking at it, she stood up straight.  "Now c'mon.  We need to
get started."

   Obediently, Christine quieted down as Pat quickly grabbed her toolbelt
and leather pail.  Pat noticed Christine getting her own little threadleaf
sack, just a pouch on a shoulder strap, really, and put it on her shoulder
with solemnity.  So armed, the two walked out of their house and into the
spring morning.

   Pat set their course across the landscape and took a deep sniff of the
air.  She was glad winter had finally let go, though there were tiny
patches of leftover snow here and there.  The air seemed more fragrant,
more alive, after being cooped up for months.  Their first stop was the new
construction project.  It was still in the foundation stage, a square of
carefully cleared space that had been covered in river mud, but Pat needed
to know how it was coming along.  There had been a rainstorm last night,
and she was worried about the drying.

   They stopped at the large rectangle of grey, as Pat carefully poked at
the edges.  It still seemed rock-solid, and there wasn't any water pooling,
so the slope she'd carefully scraped out seemed to be working.  Glancing
down the circular hole in the downhill corner of the foundation revealed
just a little bit of damp soil.  Pat smiled to herself.  This should work
out better than her first effort.  The dirt floor of the current house was
getting a little eroded.

   But the real big deal was the square of rocks arranged at one end of the
foundation.  Pat checked those to make sure the mud she'd used for mortar
was holding.  She'd be damned if her daughter was going to spend another
winter without a real fireplace.  And it looked like this one would be
okay. Finishing up her inspection, she stood up and called Christine back
over, heading off towards the naner grove.

   Walking down the thin trail hammered out by her feet over the past year,
Pat felt Christine tug on her belt.  Looking down, the little girl reached
up to her.  "Up?" she asked.  Smiling, Pat bent down to lift her up, easily
setting Christine on her hip, the little girl's arms and legs around her.
It wasn't long before Christine was tugging on the brief hide top Pat had
on, uncovering her huge breasts.  Grabbing the nearest, Christine tugged it
up a little to get that rubbery nipple into her mouth.

   Pat hummed pleasantly as she felt her milk flow.  Christine had learned
quickly just how to tease with her tongue and rub with her hands to get
that sweet juice going.  And how she stuck her tongue out sometimes to
slurp all along her areola always sent tickles down her spine.  Pat was
thinking about calling a break so she could get her cock out while her
daughter suckled, when Christine pulled her head away.  "Mommy's tits are
amazing," she said with a wide smile.

   "Thanks, hon," Pat told her.  "You make mommy's tits feel amazing."

   Christine smiled at that before a thought seemed to occur to her. 
"Mommy?  Will you make my tits feel amazing?" Quickly, Christine lifted up
her top to around her neck, revealing a pair of fist-sized breasts, little
nipples already sticking out.

   Pat chuckled.  "Those are boobies, Christine.  Cute little boobies." She
reached over to put her hand over one of Christine's breasts, gently
massaging it.  "They're not tits until they're bigger." Pat's hand
completely covered Christine's breast, as she felt it's spongy softness.

   "Okay," Christine said, "Make my boobies feel amazing, mommy.  Please?"

   Pat smiled again.  "Alright, hang on." Stopping her walk, Pat lifted her
daughter up to hold her directly in front, nestled between her tits.  The
little girl was almost surrounded by titflesh, arms out wide to hold onto
them.  Pat held Christine there with a hand on her little butt while
bringing her other hand to Christine's head.  She pulled the little girl's
face close to place a tender kiss on her lips before slipping her tongue
into her daughter's mouth.

   Christine gave a pleasant hum as she kissed back, clumsy, but with
eagerness.  Pat gave her butt a little squeeze, turning her hand to see if
she could get between her legs with a finger, before breaking the kiss to
lean back a little bit.  Giving Christine a smile, Pat snaked out her
tongue again to start licking at those cute little boobies.  She left a wet
trail across the undersides, trying to guess their weight, before starting
to lick at the yummy-looking nub.  Christine moaned as her nipple was
licked, and Pat started to lean over to give them a kiss...

   Pat stopped, her eyes catching a glimpse of movement.  "Mommy?"
Christine asked, quickly shushed by Pat.  Crouching down, Pat set Christine
down before continuing down the trail slowly, little girl close behind. 
They were coming to the little naner grove Pat had set down.  And something
was moving in there.

   Eventually they crept up to the last big tree before the grove, and Pat
crouched down again, peeking around the tree.  Christine peeked her head
over a root to take a look.  "Are those crears, mommy?" she whispered,
biting her lip nervously.

   Pat shook her head.  "No.  Not crears.  I don't know what they are."
They certainly hadn't been imaged on the tablet she had.  The creatures
were four-legged, thick legs ending in stub-toed feet.  Barrel-like core
gave way to a long, thick neck holding up a flattened head.  Pat looked
down to Christine.  "You stay here.  Stay quiet." Christine silently
nodded.

   With that concern handled, Pat slowly approached the grove.  There was
about a half-dozen of them, and as she watched, one opened it's mouth, like
a big hinge that covered the entire bottom of it's head, and bit down on a
naner bush, ripping leaves and branches whole from it.  It's bite taken,
the creature set about chewing, looking perfectly content to eat the whole
mass.  Most of the creatures were chewing, and Pat could see that much of
her little grove had already been consumed.

   Trying not to groan at the resource lost, Pat crept out of the cover of
trees, watching the creatures.  She moved towards them slowly, trying to
see if they reacted.  One glanced her way, it's eye just about flat on the
side of it's head, but didn't react further.  Closer in, Pat could make out
details.  Coarse, shaggy hair over their bodies and necks.  Two rows of
sharp, pointed horns sticking out either side of the head.  Still cautious,
Pat straightened up to walk a little closer.  They probably would have been
taller than her if they'd stuck their heads up, but hunched over to munch
on naner bushes, their shoulders were just below hers.  As she approached,
her nose picked up a distinct scent, strong.  Not that unpleasant, but very
clearly bestial.

   Pat came just a little closer, about a stone's throw away, when one of
the creatures turned to look at her.  Glare, really.  It kept on chewing
it's current mouthful, but Pat definitely got the impression that she was a
little too close for their comfort.  Trying to judge the distance, Pat took
another slow step forward.  The creature looking at her responded by
turning around to fully face her, head reared to the side.  Pat noticed
that the horns on the near side were pointed right at her from that
position.

   Pat took a step back, and then another.  The creature staring her down
stepped forward, and as she continued to back away, it kept pace.  Step by
tense step they went.  When Pat glanced behind her, the treeline was there,
and she angled to head into thick foliage, continuing her slow steps back.
The creature kept up, but stopped as the foliage rustled to let Pat pass.
She faded into the plant life and peered between the leaves to continue
watching.  The creature waited a moment before giving what Pat thought
sounded like a very self-content snort before loping back to rejoin it's
group.

   Pat watched for a little longer, thinking about what to do about these
creatures.  Grunting in annoyance, Pat started walking for the footpath,
staying among the trees.  Eventually she got back to where she had left
Christine, and found her curled up in a ball behind her tree root, peeking
out now and then towards the creatures.  Christine noticed Pat coming out
of the bushes.  "Mommy!" she called out in a loud whisper.

   Pat put a finger to her lips and Christine quieted down.  "What do we
do, mommy?"

   Pat sighed, looking towards the creatures.  "I don't know, honey. 
They're not really aggressive.  But trying to fight them off would be six
on one.  That's bad.  We can't just leave them, though.  We need those
naners.  There must be a way to..." Pat paused as she heard a dripping
sound.  Glancing down, she saw Christine, her eyes tightened up, little
body shaking.  Her hand was up between her legs, and a puddle was rapidly
forming at her feet.  A quick sniff confirmed the scent of girl cum.

   "Sorry, mommy," Christine said, even as she kept right on orgasming onto
the forest floor.  "I just...  couldn't stop."

   "It's okay, hon," Pat crouched down, setting a gentle hand up under
Christine's top to give her boobie a tweak to help it along.  "I shouldn't
have left you so wound up without finishing you off.  Let's get you back to
the house, then I can...  Shh." Pat glanced up past the tree towards the
sound that had alerted her.

   One of the creatures was moving this way.  As she watched, two more
turned, heads up and sniffing, coming right at them.  Pat silently scooped
Christine up and began running as quietly as she could.  Further up the
trail, she ducked behind another tree and waited a moment before peeking
out.  The creatures had found the trail, all of their small group, and were
sniffing around the tree Pat had just vacated.  After a few moments, one of
them started lumbering up the trail towards them, and the other creatures
fell in line.

   Pat grunted in annoyance, ducking into the brush this time to circle
around before getting back to the trail.  Peering through the leaves of a
bush this time, she saw the creatures just milling around the second tree.
After a bit of sniffing, they seemed to settle for returning to snacking on
the local plant life, particularly fallen threadleaf branches.  Pat was
glad they weren't exclusive to naner bushes, but their behavior didn't make
much sense.

   "Mommy, look.  They like my cum." Christine whispered.  Pat looked
again. The leaves the creatures seemed to prefer did have some thin white
wetness on them.  Christine had still been half-going when Pat had moved,
but was that the reason, or coincidence?

   If it was accurate, that would give her a way to get these creatures
away from the grove.  Pat set Christine down.  "Stay here." Without
waiting, Pat quickly walked back into the foliage, moving quickly as she
could while remaining quiet.  Circling partway around the cluster of
creatures, she checked on their activity, then reached under her hide
loincloth.

   Pulling out her cock, Pat started stroking up and down, trying to focus
on sexy thoughts to get things going.  Christine's little boobies.  Yeah.
Such tasty little things.  She'd grow up like her mother, enormous knockers
jiggling with every step.  Bouncing with every fuck she received.  Fucks
she should already be receiving, would be, if she had a brother.  Pat had
tried so hard to give her little girl a brother to fuck.  It'd never
happened.  And Pat just couldn't risk harming her darling girl with her
cock's sheer size.

   Pat grunted.  She was hard now, massive rod straight out and aimed at a
nearby bush, but not making progress.  Too many regrets, not enough
humping. Screwing Christine could be years away, and her body just refused
to get pregnant again.  Pat closed her eyes, grabbed her cock in both
hands, and tried to go faster.

   A kiss, tiny hands, a wet slither across her cock.  Pat's eyes blinked
open.  Christine was right there, her hands just barely holding onto the
far end of Pat's cock, kissing at licking at the crown.  "Christine, I told
you to...  oh..." Christine tried opening her mouth to take her mother's
cock in, but couldn't come even close, just the very tip managing to get
through her lips.  Soft, tender lips.  A little suction, and her flickering
tongue made all the difference.  Pat's hands resumed stroking, pressure
building quickly, until she began firing off.  The first jet of white cum
hit the back of Christine's throat, and she swallowed it reflexively.  The
second blast blew out her mouth, as she was swallowing.

   Pat tugged her cock out of Christine's hands, sending gobs of semen into
the bushes, slowly sweeping across as her cum continued to flow in great
streams.  Pat moaned in release, sweeping back to make a second pass before
her orgasm began fading.  As it did, Pat could hear movement behind her. 
Grabbing Christine again, she made a dash through the trees once more.

   The creatures followed the trail of sperm laid out like a blazed trail.
And so, mother and daughter alternated in helping to lure them away, with
Pat holding Christine up high to push the whole length of her tongue into
the little girl's tiny slit to thrash and coil about, until Christine
squealed and doused her mother's face and chest with a burst of girlcum. 
Then Christine giving loving kisses and licks to Pat's cock and balls,
enticing them to release once more.  And the creatures followed.

   Pat sighed, carefully leading a pleasantly tired Christine by the hand
in a wide berth.  The creatures were now in an isolated patch of trees,
contentedly munching on cum-sprayed leaves and branches.  They'd probably
stay there a while to eat, sparing what remained of the naner grove.  At a
safe distance, Pat told her, "Thanks for the help, Christine.  But you
should obey mommy." She looked down into the girl's blue eyes firmly.  "I
don't want you to ever get hurt.  You should trust me to make safe
decisions for you."

   "I'm sorry, mommy," Christine said, looking down for a moment before
returning Pat's gaze.  "I just wanted to help." Glancing over her shoulder,
she asked, "What are those things, anyways?"

   "Don't know." Pat thought for a bit.  "They need a name."

   "How about 'mung'?" Off Pat's raised eyebrow, Christine continued. 
"They kinda smell.  And they like our smell."

   Pat considered it.  "Huh.  Mung.  I like it." They walked for a bit
more, and Pat's thoughts turned to the shaggy fur coats the newly-named
mungs had.  "Hmm.  I wonder how fast I can build a fence..."

   Day 2918

   "Christine!  Christine!"

   "Here, mom!" Christine responded, tugging her hand free and letting her
hide skirt fall down.  She stood up from leaning against a post of the mung
pen, running back to her house, boots crunching on the well-blazed trail
through the snow.  As she ran, Christine licked at her hand, lapping up her
liquid pleasure as the scent of her funk filled her nose.  She finished
just as she reached the house, getting inside and quickly slamming the door
against the cold outside.

   "Ah, there you are," Pat said as Christine stomped her boots to shake
off the worst of the snow, slipping between the gaps deliberately left in
the wooden floor to land on the slanted foundation underneath.  "Dinner's
ready." Pat carefully took bits of food off the hot stone shelves within
the fireplace and set them on wooden plates.

   "Hoo, nice." Christine smiled as she tossed her hat aside and took off
her outer hide coat.  Under that, she wore a rough long-sleeve shirt of
mung hair that seemed to hug the contours of substantial breasts, the
outline of large, hard nipples clearly visible.  She sat in one of the two
chairs at the small table, as Pat set a wooden plate of food before her. 
Christine, waiting for her mom to sit, glanced up to notice Pat looking
down at her.  "What?"

   "Nothing," Pat said, an odd little smile on her face.  She reached over
Christine's head to nudge a stray bit of blonde hair back into place.  As
Christine instinctively reached up to check her hair as well, Pat continued
as she turned to sit down.  "I was just wondering how well that shirt is
working out."

   Christine glanced down at herself, tugging at the shirt.  "Meh, s'okay,
I guess.  It's a little snug, but I guess it works."

   Pat chuckled.  "It wasn't snug when I made it last month, hon."
Christine glanced at the matching mung hair shirt Pat wore, made at the
same time, looser, though still noticeably defined around massive breasts
and nipples.  She started eating, and as Christine joined in, she thought
of something.

   "So...  my tits are growing, then?" she asked.  Pat made an assenting
nod, and Christine continued with the thought line.  "Well, if my tits are
growing...  then the rest of me must be growing..."

   Pat sighed, seeing where it was going.  "Christine," she started to say,
patiently.

   "Well, I must be taller, right?" Christine quickly hopped to her feet to
stand next to the table.  "If I'm tall enough..."

   Pat smirked at her.  She pointed at the floor.  "Toes." Christine
grunted in annoyance and let her heels drop back to the floor, breasts
jiggling in her tight shirt as she did.  "We just checked two days ago,
you're 1.64 rods.  I don't think you've grown much since."

   "Oh come on," Christine interrupted, "I just want to know what it's
like!"

   "You will, when you've grown up," Pat told her.  "You're only two years
old..."

   "Two and a half!" Christine begrudgingly stated.

   Pat continued as if Christine hadn't spoken.  "And I'm just concerned
that you might not be big enough to handle it."

   Pat went back to eating as Christine glowered at her.  After a few
moments, Christine pushed her chair back from the table before sitting
again, turning to face her mother.  When Pat looked over, Christine took
hold of her hide skirt and pulled it up past her waist, shifting down in
her seat.  Under her skirt, her legs and hips were bare, hairless pussy in
full view.  Christine pointedly held up a hand and curled her fingers into
a fist before lowering it to her exposed crotch.

   Holding her pussy lips open with two fingers of her other hand,
Christine pressed her closed fist to her pussy, taking a slow breath before
pushing and twisting.  Her fist, still firmly closed, started to move
inside, her flesh stretching outwards to make way.  She gave her fist
another small twist, and the knuckles slipped past with a soft squelch. 
Her earlier cum was helping, not quite dried yet, as Christine continued.

   Suddenly, the widest part of her fist made it past, and the rest slid
inwards easily, Christine letting out a soft moan as it did.  As her pussy
lips closed on her wrist, Christine looked at her mother.  "Is this big
enough?" She punctuated the question by moving her fist in and out, slowly
fisting herself.  "I...  I just...  I need it.  So much, mom." Around her
fist, Christine felt her pussy tingle and squirm, enjoying the hard width
of her closed hand.  But deeper in, so much deeper in, there was an itch.
The same itch as always, for as long as she could ever remember.  She
couldn't reach far enough, no matter how hard she tried.  And that itch
just stayed there, never moving, never relenting.

   Pat just watched Christine for a moment, before turning a little,
closing her eyes.  She sighed.  "Alright, alright.  Let's take a look."
Getting off of her chair to get on her knees, Pat positioned herself in
front of Christine.  Setting a hand on Christine's forearm, Pat pushed
inwards, sending the girl's fist in a bit deeper, before letting it pull
out a little.  Christine hummed pleasantly as her mother directed her
fisting.  And when Pat slid out her tongue to poke and tease at the edges
of her pussy folds, so tight around her wrist, Christine couldn't help but
raise a hand up to squeeze her covered breast, already bigger than her hand
could fully reach around.

   Pat tugged again, pulling her tongue back in her mouth.  "Alright, let's
really see." Tugging Christine's hand out of her pussy, Pat watched it ease
closed again before raising her own hand.  Looking it over for a moment,
Pat put fingertips to the hairless pussy, slipping the tips in before
spreading them out.  Christine gasped as her pussy was spread wide, cool
air slipping inside.  Pat tensed her hand a little, trying to judge the
width.  And then she started curling her fingers up slowly, tips still
holding her open.  Knuckles touched skin, and her fist closed.  Christine
bit her lip.  Her mom's fist was a lot bigger than her own.  She willed
herself to relax...

   Pat pushed, fist pressing at the folds of flesh, enticing them to open.
Pat made a little twist, and more of her fist slid inside.  A little
further, another twist, and there.  The knuckles were past, and her fist
made slow but steady progress into Christine.  "Well," Pat finally said. 
"It's in." Christine gave her a hopeful smile, which Pat returned.  Right
before lowering her face to Christine's crotch and letting her tongue
slither out again.

   Christine gasped as her mom's tongue started a furious assault, her fist
thrusting in and out steadily.  Her mom had licked her out before, but
never like this!  Never with so much pressure stretching her inner walls
out.  Christine's hands went to Pat's head, fingers tangling in her hair,
while one leg kicked out weakly.  The fist kept on moving, even as tongue
somehow snaked inside right next to it, twisting and curling as it
slithered in.

   Christine moaned loudly as she began to cum, body jerking in her chair
as her pussy clenched tight around the invading fist.  Girl cum slathered
all over Pat's hand and tongue, even splashing up into her mouth. 
Eventually reduced friction overcame increased grip and Pat's hand began
moving again, shoving in and out of Christine's stretched pussy, keeping
the orgasm going.  Christine lowered a hand to her tummy, feeling that
slight bulge there rise and fall.

   Eventually Christine's orgasm came down.  Pat slowly tugged her hand
free, eliciting a moan of protest from Christine.  She sat there, catching
her breath, pussy still uncovered and wet.  "Well," Pat finally said.  "I'm
convinced."

   With that statement, Pat pulled aside her own hide skirt, lifting up
just what Christine wanted.  That cock.  She'd felt it before, helped her
mom with her needs sometimes.  But only with hands or mouth.  But now?  Now
Pat was stroking that massive cock head, slathering Christine's fluids
across it, as it grew to full hardness.  It hung in the air, a subrod away
from her face, encompassing her world.  Almost as if to say 'Now, we truly
meet.'

   Pat lowered her cock, taking careful aim before pressing the head to her
daughter's tight little pussy.  For a split second, Christine feared it
wouldn't fit.  That it was too great for her.  But then, a little slip, a
brief push, and flesh made way.  That cock slid inwards, slowly, but
relentless, unstoppable.  Before her eyes, Christine's little flat stomach
bulged, further than fisting had ever gone, and it just kept on coming, all
the way up, slipping under her shirt.  Christine, short of breath, grabbed
the hem of her shirt and pulled it upwards, uncovering her naked breasts,
watching the lump continue up her body until it just touched her chestbone.

   Christine looked at Pat, and realized her mom's eyes were closed, a
content smile across her lips, about half of her cock inside tight pussy.
Pat opened her eyes after a moment, smiling down at her.  "Ready?"
Christine just nodded.  And Pat began moving.

   In and out.  In and out.  Christine gasped as that cock hit every unused
nerve, scratched at every itch within her.  The bulge in her belly slid
back and forth, and Christine could almost swear she could see every ridge
detail of that cock stretching her skin.  Her hands reached down to press
at the rhythmic bulge, now coming into view with each tunneling pass under
her fingers.

   Then Pat leaned down over her, a hand to the chair seat on either side,
not even slowing her thrusts.  Looking up at her Christina opened her mouth
as if from some unspoken signal, just in time to match Pat.  Their tongues
extended out, two slimy tendrils to touch and twine with each other,
tugging against the pebbly surfaces as if trying to jerk off a new penis.
And then Pat leaned over further, pushing their entwined tongues into
Christine's mouth, carefully touching the back of her throat as their
plush, soft lips met.

   Christine squealed against her mom's lips as she found herself cumming,
hard and fast.  Her hands trembled and the chair shook, her spray
immediately covering the hard mass in her pussy, and all over her mother's
crotch, soaking her clothes instantly.

   Pat released the kiss, untwining her tongue, to lift her head back a bit
and look Christine right in the eye.  Still fucking away, Pat took a hand
to grab the hem of her own shirt, yanking it upwards.  Out of it bounced
the biggest pair of tits Christine had ever known, vastly dwarfing her own.
Without a word, Christine grabbed a tit and latched her mouth on to that
big nipple.  She couldn't even get her lips fully around the areola, but
the smallest suck released a flow of sweet milk into her mouth and down her
throat.  Pat moaned loudly, a hand taking hold of the back of Christine's
head, holding her steady against that milky breast.  Even as Christine
continued to jerk and twitch in her pleasure.

   And then the cock burst.  Christine could actually feel her pussy pushed
outwards just a tiny bit in a rapid-moving pulse just before wet warmness
burst within her, and then another, and another.  That burning warmth, it
hit some unaware trigger within Christine, and her orgasm redoubled.  Her
pussy tugged and milked that great cock, welcoming every drop deep inside,
tightening, as if refusing to let any of it go.

   Christine felt it, her belly began to bulge outwards, skin stretching to
make room for the still-pouring spunk.  Her belly pressed against her
mother's, and with a heaving groan, Pat pulled back, taking her tit away
from Christine's mouth, and her cock out of Christine pussy, a gush of
mixed fluids splattering all over the floor.  Still coming, Pat grabbed her
cock and stood over her, a cumshot splashing on Christine's swollen belly
before settling aim on Christine's face, where the little girl opened her
mouth wide, tongue lolling out past her chin.  Blast after blast of semen
struck her face and entered her mouth, mixing with unswallowed tit milk to
roll right out down that long tongue and all over her bare tits.

   Pat moaned as her cock twitched a few last times, the last shot just
landing on Christine's tits directly.  Christine surprised her by sitting
up, grabbing hold of Pat's cock with both hands, and pressing her mouth
firmly over the cockhead.  She couldn't open her mouth wide enough to take
it, not yet, but Christine squeezed and sucked the last few drops of cum
from that great cock, relishing the taste of it mixed with her own.

   Pat stood there for a moment, letting Christine suckle at her cock until
it softened and slid wetly out of her hands.  Christine sat back in her
chair, covered in fucksauce, her belly shrinking slowly as semen poured out
of her pussy and down through the slits in the floor.  She just sat there,
focused inside her, as all the urges to find something big and hard to fuck
turned to satiation.  For now, anyways.  "Feel better?" Pat suddenly asked.
Off of Christine's look, she chuckled and added, "I know what it's like,
needing that deep fucking.  No matter how many times you get yourself off,
a hand just doesn't have what you need."

   Christine tried to sit up in her chair, but could only manage a bit less
of a slouch.  "Am I...  pregnant, now?

   Pat shrugged, taking a casual seat in her own chair.  "Doubt it.  It'll
be very unlikely until you're at least three and a half.  And even then,
you might not." Pat lifted her limp cock up to her mouth and began slowly
licking it clean, enjoying the taste of her daughter on her cock.

   "Why not?" Christine managed to sit up in her chair, little ass
squishing into a soggy puddle of cum in her seat.  She started idly wiping
her face clear, licking her fingers clean as she did.

   Pat shrugged, pulling back her tongue to answer.  "Our bodies know when
we can't handle more.  I tried for two months before my body decided I
could handle you.  I tried constantly for more after you were born.  It
just never happened."

   Christine considered that for a moment, and then stood up, stepping over
to her mother.  Setting a hand on Pat's cock, Christine smiled at her. 
"Then let's be sure our bodies know where we stand, mom." Smiling, she gave
Pat's cock a slow, broad lick, eyes squarely on hers...

   *****

   This is a work of fiction, if that wasn't clear enough.  Nothing I write
about has ever or will ever occour in reality.  Any resemblence characters
may have to real people is entirely coincidental and unintentional.  And I
can not and will not condone real sexual activity involving minors.

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