Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Zorlond
Title: Survival of the Excellent
Part: Chapter 04
Summary: A new planet, a new start...  and a species that seems to be
built for sex.
Keywords: Hf, gg, bH, bFg, Hg, futa, futanari, inc, incest, preg, birth,
teen, ped, les, breast size, penis size, oral, lac, ScFi



   Year 5, Month 17, Day 32

   Christine sat up briefly on her stool and ran the back of her hand
across her forehead, displacing the beads of sweat to send them flowing
down her cheek.  Going back to her work, she ran her hands, or more
specifically the notched plates of wood tied to her palms, against the side
of the mung before her.  The mung quietly munched it's bribe of loose
threadleaves contentedly, mostly ignoring Christine's efforts. 
Straightening again, Christine picked at the mats of mung hair that had
come loose and been snagged on the wood plates on her palms.  Like most
shed mung hair, this had gotten stuck on the surface of their coat by a
layer of dust and dirt.  But it'll clean up nice with a good wash and
combing.

   Christine tossed the new handfulls of hair onto the pile next to her and
continued working, sweating in the trailing summer heat even under her
wide, conical hat.  She kept going until she judged she'd gotten all she
could from this particular mung.  It turned to look her way as Christine
bundled up the pile of hair, before snagging the last of the food offering
and heading back to the herd, munching away.  Tying her stool to the roll,
she stretched upright once more to look over the rest of the heard, going
up on tiptoe as she did a quick headcount.  A breeze went by, stirring the
loose fabric of the top she had on, little more than a shawl with sleeves,
tied closed only up near her neck.  The top fluttered, the gap in front
briefly flapping completely open to reveal her breasts, great spheres
almost as big as her head with conical nipples.

   Christine sighed at the breeze, feeling so nice against her sweaty tits.
In the breeze she caught the subtle scent of the coming autumn, but the
summer heat seemed determined to run long this year.  The pleasant tickling
of cooler air across her skin triggered something more within, a brief
flutter of motion.  Christine set a hand on her swollen belly, smiling
softly and closing her eyes.  After a moment, that first movement was
followed by another, wonderful crackling energy that seemed to completely
circumnavigate her occupied womb.  Christine moaned as her pussy twitched,
a thick dollop of girl cum leaking free to flow down her thigh.

   Christine's eyes popped open when she heard the heavy sniffing, a single
mung already turning towards her before slowly following it's nose. 
"Whoop. Uh," Christine muttered.  She looked around a grabbed a handfull of
grass, quickly rubbing up the inside of her thigh and against her slightly
dripping pussy.  "Here ya go.  Open." Christine tapped a finger on the top
of the head of the approaching mung, between the front-most horns. 
Obediently, it opened it's mouth and Christine put the white-stained grass
inside before quickly retrieving her hand.  The mung took the offering and
seemed content with that.

   Returning to her headcount, she finished counting, and content that no
mung had gone missing, she hefted her roll of raw mung hair up onto her
back and started walking back home.  Her skirt, hanging low in front from
her massive belly, slit up both sides and not even reaching her knees,
flapped a bit in the breeze, long legs trickling sweat from long work. 
She'd be glad to get back to the shade of home.

   But, as she trudged up to her house and dropped the bundle next to the
log bench by the door, she still had a bit of work to do.  Grabbing a
wooden bucket that had been set to wait for her, Christine marched on down
to the river and onto the pallet bridge across the mud.  Crouching down
slowly, she dunked the bucket in and heaved up the bucketfull of water. 
Hauling it back to the bench, Christine sat down and briefly stuck her hand
in the bucket to get a quick couple mouthfulls of it's cool cargo.  Once
satiated, she partially opened her bundle of mung hair and pulled hunks of
it out.  She spread the hunks of hair across her knees and started going
through it for bits of bark and grass, as well as the worst caked clumps of
dirt.  Once content with the hair on her lap, she dunked it right into the
bucket of water and pulled out another hunk.

   It was slow and tedious work, and granted her time to think.  As they
often did, her thoughts turned towards sex.  She remembered the wake-up sex
from that morning, getting her pussy plowed by her mom, on her big belly
with her ass up in the air.  Always such a pleasant start to the day, with
her mom's spunk dripping out of her pussy during breakfast.

   Her mind in the past, Christine almost didn't notice Pat coming up the
trail from the naner grove, lumpy sack over her shoulder speaking of a
cargo of fresh naners.  "Hey, mom," Christine called out in greeting.

   "Hey, hon," Pat replied, marching up to the house.  She'd decided to go
topless today, and sweat gleamed from her naked tits as she set down her
load.  She straightened and stretched, and Christine couldn't help but run
her eyes over Pat's own swollen stomach, maybe a month behind Christine in
size.  Christine's mind went back to lovingly licking Pat's heavy nuts as
she pushed a looped cock into Pat's own pussy.  "How're the mung today?"

   Christine shrugged, her hands never pausing in their work.  "Eh, same as
always.  A little grumpy and hungry for pussy juice." She dunked another
sorted batch of hair into the water bucket and grabbed another.

   "And how's the little one?" Pat stepped in close, her voice lowering as
she set a tender hand on Christine's big pregnant belly.

   Christine sighed in pleasure as the touch set off another miniature
orgasm.  "Feels like they're horny in there."

   Pat chuckled.  "I bet." Straightening up again, Pat retrieved her naner
sack and took it indoors to be stored.  After a minute, Pat's voice could
be heard from inside.  "You forgot to move the day again, Christine."

   Christine winced.  The wooden circle, carefully carved and notched with
three circles of numbered holes, days on the inside and years on the
outside, flickered in her mind.  "Sorry, mom," she called back.

   Christine could see Pat just inside the door moving a peg from one hole
to the next.  "Sorry doesn't cut it, Christine.  Keeping track of time is
important.  You really need to get into the habit of maintaining the
count." Pat came back outside as her lecture continued to glare down at her
daughter.

   "Yeah, well, one day is pretty much like any other, here," Christine
groused.

   "Not so," Pat shook her head firmly.  "A firm track of time will let you
farm better, tend the mung better...  Heck, I know that you're about due to
give birth soon."

   Christine shot her a big smirk.  "Ya think?" She arched her back,
pushing her belly out even larger while pointedly rubbing at her outjutting
belly button.  Her smirk turned to smile as she closed her eyes.  Her pussy
was twitching again, so wonderfully full of incoming baby.

   "I'm talking within a couple days, here." Pat paused as she looked at
Christine.  "You seem to be a little more juicy than usual today."

   Christine chuckled.  "Yeah, not that I mind." She licked her lips as the
sensations faded, looking at Pat.  "Could do with some more release,
actually."

   Pat smirked.  "Alright.  Lie down, okay?"

   Christine put her work down on the ground and lay lengthwise on the
bench, her top immediately flopping open as she tugged her skirt aside. 
Pat kneeled by her, running hands up inside Christine's legs, brushing
beads of sweat aside as they came up to her pussy.  Long fingers probed the
outer lips, up and down, eliciting a drool of wetness from the folds. 
Spreading those nether lips with two fingers, Pat looked at the unfolded
rose before her before snaking her tongue fully out of her mouth and
sending it deeply into her daughter's gravid pussy.

   Christine moaned loudly, grabbing her tits in both hands and squeezing
them until two big jets of milk sprayed free.  On her back, the milk arced
up and came down upon her again.  Adjusting her grip, Christine tried to
aim her tit milk to her face, mouth wide open to sample her own sweetness.
Not exactly precision instruments, her tits only managed to coat her face
and splatter her blonde hair in milk.

   As Pat continued to eat out Christine, going so deep that her plush lips
met the lips of her girl's pussy, Christine told her, "Hey, get your cock
up here.  I'm sure you could use a good throat-fuck." Without a word and
without slowing her tongue, Pat shuffled over.  Her cock was already
hardening, pushing aside her skirt flap.  One leg rising to pass fully over
the bench, Christine considered the fuck meat before her, the fat tube
along it's underside clearly visible from this angle.  Sticking her own
tongue out, Christine wrapped it fully around that cock, running it up and
down like a hot, wet wrap, before turning her tongue, it's entire length
sliding along the cock's underside for a moment before wrapping around it
again the other direction.

   Pat lifted away slowly, moving her head away from Christine's pussy, an
eye on either side of her still-penetrating tongue.  Christine took hold of
Pat's massive cock in both hands, steadying it's aim to easily lick all
over that fist-sized cock head.  Holding for a moment, Pat carefully
lowered her hips, Christine welcoming that fat helmet into her wide open
mouth.

   A few inches sank in, Christine's lips stretching wide, cheeks bulging.
Her jaw pushed open, Christine hummed as the cock nudged the back of her
throat.  Shifting position, Pat angled her cock, as Christine tilted her
head back, getting everything in line.  When Pat next pushed, a full third
of cock sank into Christine's throat.

   Pat leaned back, he tongue lolling out at it's full length, moaning as
she pushed her hips again.  Below her, Pat could see Christine's throat
bulging out as her cock fucked it's way in deeper, fading into Christine's
chest as it went still deeper.  Sensing nothing but contentment from
Christine, Pat started to thrust, shoving her cock in and out of her
daughter's mouth, sinking a bit deeper with each thrust.  Inside, Pat felt
her cock reach the end of the tunnel, and she stopped going further. 
Bending over again, Pat resumed licking deeply at Christine's pussy, tongue
in as far as she could extend it, as she fucked Christine's throat.

   Christine moaned loudly around the invading cock, all the way to the top
of her stomach.  Her mouth slobbered copiously, smearing all over that dick
and dripping all over her milk-sodden face.  Reaching up, Christine stroked
at Pat's preggy belly, as if trying to elicit the unborn child inside to
join in the festivities.  Christine's own child was stirring within her,
and the jolt from within mixed with the double oral without, and
Christine's legs jerked as she began to come.  Girl spunk gushing out,
coating Pat's tongue and face, got Pat going as well, and Christine felt
Pat's cock throb out a little wider as hot semen was shoved down into her
stomach.

   Christine's moans turned to a gurgle as her stomach filled and
overflowed, semen squeezing up past the throat-fucking cock to squirt out
of her mouth, mixing with saliva into a nice fuckslime dripping all over
her face and down into her hair.  Pat kept up her licking, relishing the
taste of Christine all over her long tongue.  There was just something
about pregnant pussy that made it taste all the sweeter.  A minute passed
in pleasure until Pat raised her hips, dragging her cock out of Christine's
mouth, still spraying to fill her throat up as it passed, until it popped
out of her mouth.  Still spraying cock juice, it splattered a shot right in
Christine's gasping face before being pulled away to nestle between her
milky tits, spunk jetting out onto her massive belly.  Christine caught her
breath and pushed her tits together on that cock, the fucking causing her
milk to flow again, mixing into the spunk.  Christine then licked away at
her mother's nuts, feeling them buzz in their endless production of sperm.

   As Pat slowly eased down from her orgasm, she leaned back a little, and
paused.  Christine was still going strong.  Girlcum covered the bench, and
just kept on being added.  Under her, Pat could feel Christine still
moaning into Pat's ballsack.  Reaching for Christine's pussy with her had
again, Pat carefully probed inside that slick tunnel.

   "Oh," Pat said.  "I think I was spot on with that estimate." Before
Christine could ask why, she felt a shock pass through her body, still
cumming freely.  As Pat turned around to face Christine again, she smiled
as Christine could feel her pussy tugging at itself, far differently than
any orgasm she'd ever had before.  And inside her womb, the motion began
again, growing insistent.  "Breathe, hon, breathe." Pat's gentle reminder
got Christine to breathe, part inhale, part loud moan.  Her pussy was
stretching itself outward.  Wider and wider, and deeper in, something began
to release, scraping down overprimed flesh.  A few inches, then a few more,
each movement feeling so wonderful.

   Christine's pussy lips stretched, pushed even further outward as
something massive fucked it's way through her pussy.  "There's the head,
hon.  Keep breathing," Pat patiently instructed.  Christine's moans turned
into a scream of bliss as her nether lips stretched to their limit, and let
the mass pass through.  "Little more.  Shoulders next." Pat had her hands
down there, cradling something out of Christine's view.  Another scream
tore through her as something shifted and was pushed through, all of the
rest of the mass coming in one big rush.  With a last couple squirts, the
orgasm finally let go of her, and Christine sagged flat on the bench,
gasping for air.

   When next Christine looked up, she saw her belly, no longer big and
round, but flat and smooth as if it had never been otherwise.  Over her, a
kneeling Pat held a tiny being in her arms, dripping in girl spunk, a
fleshy rope trailing from it's belly to Christine's pussy.  Pat smiled
warmly down at her.  "Say hello to your son." Christine raised her arms,
and Pat carefully set the newborn into them.

   "My son," Christine whispered.  A little nudge of the newborn's legs
revealed a second fleshy mass behind the first, the tip of it just about
crossing the short distance to the boy's little knee.

   "Here," Pat said, taking Christine's hand to very carefully encircle
that little dick with one finger and stroke it up and down.  The newborn
burbled, sounding quite pleased with the touch.  As Christine held him
close, her son took notice of the big conical nipple so close to his face
and instinctively latched on.  Christine moaned as she felt milk flow,
returning the feeling with a few more strokes on his dick.  It didn't seem
to be getting hard, though, so Christine let it go and just let her son
suckle.

   Pat busily tied a pair of knots in the cord, quickly ducking inside the
house and returning with a knife.  Kneeling again next to the new mother,
Pat took hold of the cord before asking, "Have you thought of a name?"

   Christine, brought out of staring at her newborn, thought for a moment
before nodding.  "Yes." As she took a breath to give form to her thought,
Pat made a quick slice at the cord.  "Ian."

   Year 8, Month 12, Day 30

   "Ready.  Aim.  Release."

   Christine watched carefully as she stood near the small range, nothing
more than a patch of open ground with a line marked out twenty rods from a
trio of targets, large disks of wood with concentric circles marked on
them. At the line, two young girls stood, arms raised to carefully hold
their weapon.  At the command, both steadied the two-rod long shafts
fletched with carefully shaped threadleaf with their off-hands, taking
careful aim before heaving with their primary arm forward, the rods in
their hand, lengths of wood with carefully carved cups at one end, pushing
directly on the rear of the shafts as they were propelled forward.

   Christine watched the two darts arc down range, one slamming hard into
the second ring, the impact audible even at that range.  The other dart
clipped the edge of the target and slammed into the dirt just past it.

   "Hah," the taller girl declared, getting up and tousling her long dark
hair with a self-satisfied air.  "Face it, you'll never keep up at this
rate, Beth." She tossed her spearthrower in the air, catching it as it
flipped back around.

   The other girl made an annoyed grunt, pushing short red hair out of her
sweaty face as she got up.  "Oh I will, Karen." Sweat streaked both of
their bodies, completely naked in the summer heat, as both pulled fresh
darts from the ground next to them.

   Karen made a derisive snort, looking down at her opponent, hands out
wide.  "As if.  I've got over half a year and two subrods on ya.  You can't
take me." She notched her next dart into her spearthrower in preparation.

   Beth paused, her weapon not re-armed yet.  An appraising look crossed
Beth's eyes, almost too quick for Christine to notice, before she said,
"Well, how about a little wager on the next throw, then?"

   Karen paused at that before answering.  "What kind of wager?"

   Beth shrugged casually.  "I dunno...  How about lower score eats out the
higher?"

   Karen smiled, eyes tightening in anticipation.  "You're on.  Mom?"

   Christine shrugged.  "Bet noted.  Ready.  Aim." Karen gave a smug little
smile to her opponent as she set her arm back, her breasts shimmying across
her chest as she took aim.  Beth matched her, eyes calmly on the target. 
"Release." As Christine spoke, both moved, forward feet lifting before
coming down in a forward step, torsos twisting and arms arcing forward. 
The darts flew, far and fast, before both striking their targets.

   "Hah!" Karen cried out.  "Third ring, and you're barely in the fourth!"
Beth groaned, her shoulders slouching.  Turning to her little sister, Karen
made a pointed thrust of her hips, presenting herself.  "Alright, you lost
fair and square."

   Eyes downcast, Beth paused for only a moment before sinking to her
knees, hands coming up to take hold of Karen's naked ass.  Squeezing her
ass cheeks, Beth leaned in, her lips puckered to kiss gently at Karen's
belly, just below the belly button, before slipping her tongue out to lick
a slow trail down.  As tongue passed over nether lips, Karen gave an
appreciative moan, grabbing at her breast with one hand while letting the
other settle on Beth's head, fingers tangling with her red hair.  Beth took
the direction and let her tongue extend, slipping into her sister's pussy
and up into the interior.

   Nudging with her arms, Beth got Karen to spread her legs a bit more,
letting her get in a bit further.  Beth's throat flexed rapidly as her
tongue began spiraling inside Karen's pussy.  Karen's moans grew louder as
she soon began to cum under the assault, spraying her little sister's face
in girl cum.  Beth kept it up, even as slimy white started sheeting down
her chin, throat, and all across her boobs before dripping down her toned
stomach in rivers to finally drip onto the ground.

   "Oh yeah," Karen moaned, eyes closed to focus on the pleasure.  "You
always give such good head, sis." Beth didn't answer, tongue still fully
busy.

   Christine watched her daughter...  well, sister really, but Karen was in
the habit of calling her 'mom'...  getting thoroughly licked out by Beth
for a few moments more, then turned her head to look downrange again. 
Karen's ecstatic moans flavored the air as Christine considered the current
standings of the pair.  Two shots each so far, Karen's in the second and
third circles, while Beth had just one in the fourth circle, the other a
full miss.  It just seemed a bit odd.  Christine considered it for a little
while, then turned back to the girls.  Karen was still cumming all over her
sister's face, but she was winding down, her cries turning to pleasant
moans as her flow of girl cum slowed.

   When Christine judged that she'd finished, she declared, "Alright,
girls. Ready." She waited as Beth stood up, swallowing, but leaving her
face and chest covered with fluids.  Both girls grabbed a fresh dart to
notch in their spearthrowers.

   Then Beth paused again.  "Hey, sis.  Let's up the bet a bit."

   Karen smirked at her sister.  "Really?  You want to give me head for a
week?"

   Beth shook her head.  "No, nothing that long." She pursed her lips in
thought, tapping her chin, a string of her sister's wetness sticking to
fingertip.  "How about we finish the rest of these shots...  and winner
gets Momma Pat for the night?"

   Karen's eyebrow rose, the thought of not having to share that massive
cock for an entire night clearly forefront in her mind.  Her lips curled in
a sneer, brows coming down, smelling success.  "I'm already in the lead. 
But okay, you're on."

   Beth looked over to Christine, asking, "Momma Pat will be okay with
that, right?"

   Christine smiled, nodding.  "I'm sure she'll support the outcome.  Bet
made.  Now, ready." With the wager set and witnessed, the two girls took
their stances.  Christine, looking over their forms, noticed a subtle shift
in one's hips.  "Aim." Perhaps it was nothing.  Or everything.  "Release."

   Two darts arced through the air, seeking their targets.  They hung in
the air a moment, and then struck downward, a pair of resounding wooden
thunks echoing across the field.  The three of them stared at the targets.

   "Hmm.  First ring," Beth casually said, as Karen turn to glare at her.
"Must be lucky." Beth took up her next dart and notched it, not even
looking at her sister.  Karen's scowled, grabbing a dart.  Her own shot had
only just made third ring.  But Karen wasn't about to lose to one lucky
hit...

   Three times more did twin darts take flight.  Three times more did
wooden targets rattle with their blows.  Christine watched carefully,
keeping impartial score for both.  As the last shot settled and the sound
faded, Christine calmly declared, "19 to 19.  Tie score." Looking to her
two girls, Christine noted the hard glint in both of their eyes, muscles
thrumming with intense focus.  Knowing that this bet needed to be decided
now, Christine casually picked up a pair of extra darts from their resting
spot nearby.  "Tie breaker." Walking over to them, she gave them each their
last dart, stepping backwards carefully.

   "Ready." Arms came up, darts smoothly slipping into the spearthrower
cups.

   "Aim." Eyes targeted downrange, arms reaching back for full power.

   "Release." Darts flexed under the force as muscles pulled, joints firing
in unison, arcs almost flat with the power of the throws.

   The targets thundered with the hits.  And for a moment, all was quiet.

   The targets showed the result, uncaring, undeniable.  For one, first
circle.  For the other...  dead center.

   "24, 26.  Beth wins."

   "Yeah!" Beth whooped, both arms over her head, breasts jiggling wildly
as she bounced up and down in celebration.  After a few moments of cheering
for herself, she turned to her big sister, smiling.  Karen glowered down at
Beth, and for a moment, Christine wondered if there might be a problem.

   And then Karen switched her thrower to her off-hand and offered her
primary hand.  "Alright, good match," she said, a begrudging smile on her
lips.  Beth took her sister's forearm in her grip, and the pair shook on
the outcome.  Karen suddenly leaned over to look her little sister in the
eye.  "But don't expect that to work on me again, little sister."

   Beth shrugged, not intimidated in the least.  "I wouldn't expect it to.
But don't blame me if you don't keep up."

   "Alright, alright," Christine spoke up, before the two could talk each
other into something unpleasant.  "Retrieve your darts." As the two girls
walked over to pull the darts out of the targets, having to twist each one
multiple times to get them free, she continued, "Beth, excellent form
today. You've been practicing in your spare time, haven't you?"

   Beth smiled at her mother.  "Yeah, kinda."

   "Sounds like I should do the same," Karen stated, tugging a dart free.
"Unless you think I can't keep up..."

   Christine interrupted them.  "I don't want you to doing this
unsupervised.  But sounds like you'd try anyway, so let's just add another
training session per day." Both girls groaned.  Naturally, regimented
training was always less fun than doing the same thing whenever they felt
like it.  "Let's head on back, now." Gathering their darts and throwers,
the girls followed Christine back to the house, smoke lazily curling from
the chimney, no doubt sign of dinner being cooked.

   Christine opened the door, declaring, "Hey, we're home."

   At the fireplace, Pat looked over her shoulder, smiling.  "Welcome home,
girls." She had her hands set against the rough stone of the fireplace,
supporting her as she leaned over, ass sticking out.  Behind her, a young
blonde boy stood, small hands gripping her hips and thrusting his hips
forward and back with great enthusiasm.  His arms had to reach out fairly
wide, the boy very much dwarfed by Pat, her hips perhaps twice the size of
his own.  Both naked and sweating in the combined heat of summer and fire,
the cabin was filled with the wet sound of the boy fucking Pat as
thoroughly as he could.  Christine could see wet white flowing down both of
Pat's legs, her own cock dangling free and downward.  "How was practice?"
Pat casually added.

   Christine set her cargo of spare darts down in the corner by the door.
"Pretty good.  Although we had some betting going on."

   As the boy sighed, ending his release, he pulled his cock out of Pat, a
good half-rod long and thick as his wrist.  His cock dripping with mixed
cum, Karen quickly stepped up to him, setting a hand on his shoulder and
the other on his sopping dick.  "C'mon, Ian," she told him, giving him a
smoldering look right in the eye.  "I could use a good fucking right about
now."

   Ian, always up for fucking, let himself be led away from his mother by
his still-hard cock.  Karen backed herself against the table, taking hold
of the edge of it as Ian lifted one of her legs.  His cock pushed her pussy
lips apart and easily slid inside, covered as it was with cum.  Brother and
sister locked gazes as they started to fuck, like they always had since
shortly after they learned to walk.  Ian thrust his hips almost his full
length, hips coming together in resounding splats as they continued.

   Christine spoke to Pat as she straightened up and turned to face them.
"I'm afraid by the terms of the bet, Beth gets you to herself for tonight,
Pat."

   "Oh really?" Pat replied, a smile breaking out on her face.  That same
face, unchanged even a little bit over the seven years Christine had known
her mother.  Well, her red hair was a little less ragged, but that was all.
And now Christine stood shoulder to shoulder with her, well, maybe a
thumb-span shorter, she'd set aside calling Pat 'mom'.  "Well, then, little
girl, what would you have of me?" Pat smirked at Beth, knowing full well
where this would go.

   "Oh, fucking all night, mom," Beth quickly replied, beaming widely.

   "Alright, I'll take over dinner," Christine said, "You go ahead and
sit."

   Relieved of her cooking duty, Pat casually took a seat at the shaking
table, cock already on the rise as Beth athletically stood up on the chair,
her back to Pat, a foot to either side of Pat's thighs as her cock rose up.
For a moment it looked somewhat convincingly like the young girl had three
legs.  Pat steadied her cock's aim while Beth spread her pussy lips with
one hand while setting a hand on Pat's shoulder with the other.  Sinking
bodily down onto the mammoth cock, Beth nibbled her lip as her pussy spread
out, having to twist her hips a bit to get that big shaft deeper into her
center.  Beth's belly bulged as her mother's cock made it's presence known.
Moaning loudly, Beth took a good half of Pat's cock into her before
starting to rise and fall, turning her head to stick her tongue out
lengthily, quickly entwined with Pat's own.

   Her family noisily fucking at the dinner table, Christine turned her
attention to the food cooking.  It would clearly be a while before it was
done, so Christine turned her attention back to her son Ian, still doing
his best to plant a baby in his sister.  And, like all child excel her age,
Karen was doing everything she could to get that baby started.  Christine
sighed as she watched them start coming, hoping that her girls both got
pregnant soon.  She wanted them both to know how it felt, their bellies
swelling with young, tickling pleasure giving them tiny orgasms all through
the days, all leading up to the screaming pleasure of giving birth. 
Christine missed it at times, but Pat assured her that she'd invariably get
knocked up again someday.  Perhaps with Ian's child.

   Assuming he hadn't already pumped his mother full of baby.  Christine
had been feeling a bit mellow for the last week...  Eh, maybe he had. 
She'd know for sure soon enough Until then...  Christine sank to her knees
behind her son, still fucking his sister hard.  Bending down, Christine got
her face on down there, her tongue sliding wetly out of her smiling lips to
curl up against his heavy nuts.  She could feel them thrum with bloodflow,
as they continued to release up his cock and into Karen's pussy.  Her
tongue could taste both of them, and Pat's leftover juice.  Ian groaned
louder at the feel of Christine's tongue on his balls, and Christine could
almost swear his flowing spunk increased as it overflowed his sister's
tight cunt.

   And, at that moment, Christine could almost feel a tiny flutter within
her in response.

   *****

   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.

   I do however, condone positive feedback, and encourage it.  :)

   If you feel like sending me some feedback, you can reach me at zorlond
AT yahoo DOT com.