Planet Birth, Chapter 2

by Jeneee

The drive the rest of the way to the cottage was pretty quiet and both girls took advantage of the time to take a nap. As we neared our vacation home a different kind of hunger started to descend on me and I knew I would have to satisfy it as soon as we arrived. I also suspected Wyndelle and Sonaria would find themselves in a similar situation and the words of the hostess from Mom’s Sexstop as we were leaving the place echoed in my mind. Of course the sexstop had the requisite number of public feed rooms as required by the municipality, but a communal feed room was strictly against the law as well as against the moral fibre of our society. Such services were not common but were by no means absent from the city in which we lived. There were frequently reports in the media about police raids on such establishments after they received anonymous tips from supposedly well-meaning citizens. Severe fines and jail terms were imposed if the accused were proven guilty and convicted. Infractions were becoming more and more common, clogging up our court system and slowing down the whole process of dealing with what I thought were much more severe crimes.

I had always questioned the views of society on feeding ever since I was a little five-year-old girl when I was caught by one of my teachers with another girl in my class behind our school. We were sharing our feed together one hot, summer afternoon during a break between lessons. But instead of going to the feed room like we should have - where we’d use the separate stalls provided for young students - we’d snuck outside into the hot sun. I still remember us sitting facing each other on the hard ground in just our panties - having removed our school uniforms because of the heat - sharing a juicy pampal fruit as we vigorously rubbed our swollen pussies and peed out the remains of our last feed, watching it puddle around us, soaking our bottoms. Luckily our last feed had been mostly liquid so we didn’t have to be concerned about pooping ourselves also. We were giggling loudly as the juice from the fruit kept squirting onto our tummies and dripping down onto our undies as we played with ourselves. Handing the fruit back and forth became a slippery process but we had almost finished it when our teacher, attracted by our giggling, rounded the corner and caught us. I’ll never forget the look on her face, which turned dark green in anger, as she yelled at us to immediately stop what we were doing. I almost screeched in laughter as my saucy girlfriend held up the pampal fruit core and told the teacher we’d already finished, so there was nothing more left to feed on anyway.

We were both marched straight into the school’s office still wearing our soaking wet panties and carrying our clothes, then given a stinging spanking by the head teacher, our panties down around our ankles, and had reports written up about our behaviour for our mothers. As a result, each of us was grounded for a week. I thought the whole thing was real stupid since I couldn’t see the harm in feeding together. And besides, it was fun to share something like that with a girlfriend as we played with our horny little pussies. It made it even more exciting, I thought. That night, as I fingered myself in bed, I couldn’t help thinking about what we’d done together, and I remember I orgasmed much more powerfully than usual, juices squirting all over the place - just like those from the pampal fruit, I giggled, as I imagined its juices mixing with mine.

But sad to say, my girlfriend and I never tried it again because her mom was so angry with her and threatened her with dire consequences if she ever did anything like that again. All we could do after that was whisper and giggle about it whenever we fingered ourselves together, and somehow even that was exciting, although nothing like the real thing of course. After that we always tried to get adjacent stalls in the feed room so we could at least listen to each other feeding and expelling as we giggled together in our own girlish way. My mom had explained to me how even that kind of behaviour would not be tolerated, but I was sure she was trying to hold back from laughing as she scolded me after I’d told her about it.

Now I found myself starting to wonder about my own daughters. Looking at Wyndelle sleeping beside me in the car with such a sweet, innocent looking face, I contemplated whether she and Sonaria had ever done it together, or at the very least thought about it, as I did when I was their age. As I pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine they both awakened and rubbed their eyes.

“Are we’re here?” muttered Wyndelle. “Finally! I’m so...oops,” she cut herself off.

“So what?” giggled Sonaria. “You skank!”

“Oh, shut up, dear sister,” countered Wyndelle, with a smirk. “As if you didn’t know.”

“Okay girls, that’s enough,” I scolded. “Help me unpack the car and let’s get inside. Now, shoo!”

I climbed from my door and opened the rear compartment of the vehicle, sorting out a few things that we would need, handing them one by one to each of the girls. As we entered the cottage the inevitable race to the feed room started, and ended with both Wyndelle and Sonaria reaching the door at the same time, each trying to squeeze the other out.

“Sonaria first, then you, Wyndelle, then it’s my turn,” I ruled. It was a small cottage and we’d had to make do with one feed room, which did cause a few problems in the morning if everyone needed it at the same time. Wyndelle reluctantly gave way to her younger sister and started helping me to put away some of the things we’d brought with us.

“Hurry up will you, Sonaria,” Wyndelle yelled at her sister after a few minutes. “I need to feed real bad,” she added, looking at me for support as she rubbed her tummy. “Mom, please tell her,” she pleaded with me. But before I could say anything the sound of the toilet flushing indicated that Sonaria was finished and my elder daughter breathed a sigh of relief. It was usually pretty easy for a youngster to expel old feed products from the body as new feed was being ingested, but as we aged, it sometimes took a while longer. That was why I usually went last. I’m such a considerate mommy.

Sonaria came out with a satisfied look on her face and as she patted her stomach she looked slyly at Wyndelle. “Okay big sister, it’s your turn now. Go enjoy yourself,” she teased. Wyndelle stuck her tongue out and slinked her way into the feed room, leaving the door ajar.

“Close it,” I yelled at her. “Oh Mom,” she groaned back. “We’re all family you know,” she taunted as she reluctantly shut the door behind her.

As she pulled down her shorts and panties and sat on the toilet Wyndelle reached to the shelf beside her and removed one of the pouches containing her favourite feed. Undoing the fastener she tilted back her head and slowly and contentedly let the green mush flow into her waiting mouth. The exquisite feelings she experienced as it flowed silkily down into her tummy were definitely worth waiting for, and as she felt her stomach start to fill she closed her eyes in pure delight. As she became fuller and fuller and her tummy expanded, she placed her hands over it and rubbed slowly, enjoying the pleasure of feeding once more. How much better it would be if her sister were by her side sharing the experience, she thought to herself, as she felt her bowels start to move and begin to expel the waste products from her last feed. At the same time her pussy began to squirt the liquid remains from her bladder, splashing it fiercely into the toilet as the ecstasy of the moment overcame her.

She giggled to herself as she thought of the few times Sonaria and her had shared the delights of feeding together, and remembered the incredible feeling of having her sister stroke her tummy as it filled and then returning the favour as she listened to Sonaria pooping and peeing the remains of her previous meal into the toilet. She knew their mom would be shocked if she ever found out but somehow, taking the risk was worth the thrill they both experienced. After she had finished feeding, she washed and wiped herself carefully and flushed the toilet, disposing the empty feed container into the waste basket beside her, and then pulling up her panties and shorts.

“Your turn, Mom,” she smiled as she exited the feed room. As I thanked her I took note of the satisfied smile on her face and knew right away that she’d had a great feed. No modesty in that girl’s blood at all. My daughters, I thought to myself, and smiled at her as I passed her, finally getting my oportunity to feed.

Fifteen minutes later when I came out from the feed room carrying my clothes, satisfied once more, I found the girls lounging naked on the couch watching a new video we had brought with us. “Thought you’d never be finished, Mommy,” teased Sonaria, who jumped up and gave me a tight hug, her head resting on one of my breasts.

“Yeah, what kept you, Mom?” Wyndelle smirked, eyeing my somewhat bloated tummy.

“Stayed for seconds, did you?” Sonaria giggled.

“Don’t be rude, girls,” I scolded, as I hung my clothes over a nearby chair. “What I do in there is my own private business, so you mind your manners.”

“Or else?” Sonaria taunted, looking up at me with a smile.

I reached down and swatted her bare butt with my hand causing her to jump. “Ouch, that hurt Mommy,” she pouted.

“Good, it was supposed to,” I laughed. You two are getting way too rude lately so it’s time to shape up and show some respect.”

“Aww, Mom, we’re only teasing you,” said Wyndelle, rising up from the couch and coming over to give me a hug. My breasts squashed against her as I leaned down to kiss her softly on her lips, the hard pointy nipples of her young developing breasts digging into my swollen tummy. I felt Sonaria move behind me and slide her hands over my butt, spreading my cheeks and slipping a finger between the wet lips of my pussy. It felt delicious and I knew couldn’t stay mad at them for long, no matter how hard I tried.

“You weren’t very nice to my butt Mommy, but I can still be good to yours,” Sonaria announced gleefully. And she suddenly plunged two fingers deep inside of me as I squealed into Wyndelle’s mouth. “See?” she giggled. “I can be real nice.”

Just as we slowly made our way over to the couch to get more comfortable there was a knock at the front door. Wyndelle pulled away from me and ran over to open it. “Hey, it’s the twins, come on in girls,” she invited, a big smile on her face.

“We just arrived and saw you were here already so we thought we’d come over and say hello,” said Gennette, the big smile on her face turning into a broad grin as she noticed our obvious state of undress. “Mommy and our little sister are resting from the long drive or they’d be here too. Mind if we come in?”

“Not at all, sweetheart, you know you’re welcome any time,” I replied, as I motioned them inside. The girls trooped in one after the other, both wearing identical red shorts and loose, white tops, their long, dark hair flowing down their backs almost reaching their cute little butts which peeked out below the hem of their really short shorts. “So, how was your drive?” I asked, knowing they had to travel even further than we did.

“It was boring, except for Pixie’s activities,” giggled Jesslee. “Mom wouldn’t even let us stop. We drove straight through, so we slept a lot - after we were able to tune out Pixie, that is.”

“So how is your dear little Pixie then?” asked Wyndelle, grinning. Pixie was the nickname they had given the twins’ little three-year-old sister because of her slightly pointed ears and the whole mess of dark green freckles that spread all over her cute face. Her real name was Carlelle.

“That girl is always horny,” giggled Gennette. “She can never get enough.”

“Yeah, but Mommy was ready for her this time though,” added Jesslee. “She knew she’d be a little pest on the long drive so she bought her one of those new car seats. It’s got a built in vibrating thingy that sticks up from the seat between her thighs.”

“Yeah, and it’s even got a little remote control so you can change the rate it vibrates,” said Gennette. “And she sure learned how to use that quickly. The thing barely stopped for the whole trip,” she laughed. “Never known anyone with such an appetite before. She was squirming it against her panties so much that they got soaked through. I finally had to crawl into the back seat with her and take them off. I even had to roll them up and wring her juices out of them, they were that wet.”

“Yeah, right into your mouth, you horny little cunt!” exclaimed Jesslee. “She wouldn’t even share it with me,” she added, pouting, sliding her hand between her sister’s thighs and squeezing her pussy.

“Mmm, but she tastes so good I couldn’t resist,” Gennette replied, licking her lips as she thrust herself forward onto her sister’s prying hand. “I can still taste her, too,” she laughed. “And then with her panties off she just slid forward a bit and spread her pussy right over the thingy so that it was kinda poking inside her and turned up the speed even more. God, she was moaning and screeching like a wild animal. We lost track of the number of times the little witch came, and when we finally took her out of the seat after we arrived, her little cunt wasn’t so little anymore. It was so puffed up and swollen that it looked sore, but you wouldn’t have known that from the dazed, satisfied look on her face. She fell asleep as soon as we plunked her down on the bed. I just spread her legs a little and kissed her swollen pussy goodnight, covered her up and watched Mommy undress and slide in beside her. We left them both snoring away and came over to visit you.”

Wyndelle and Sonaria then told the twins about Mom’s Sexstop and the new devices they had tried, remarkably similar to Pixie’s car seat.

“Yeah,” teased Wyndelle. “Sonaria got so into it that she didn’t even notice how she was turning on this male that mom had sent over for. He was standing right beside her with his hard thing pointing straight up as she orgasmed.”

“You got to see one close up?” Jesslee asked in amazement. “Wow, what did it look like, and why did you ask for him Veyda? You going to have a baby?”

Sonaria laughed. "It was long and kinda fat with this big knob thing on the end all swollen up and sort of wet and shiny looking. And no, we’re not going to have a little sister, not right now anyway,” she added, looking at me hopefully. “Mommy just asked the hostess to call over a male so we could see one close up. We were just curious ‘cause we’ve seen them sexing other moms in sexstops before, but only from a distance.”

“Wow, maybe we should get Mommy to stop there too on the way home,” giggled Gennette. “So we can see too, I mean. We never did see Mom get sexed before she bacame pregnant with Carlelle. Did you get to touch it? His thing?”

“No, but she tried,” smirked Wyndelle. “She reached out to grab it but he was too fast for her and pulled out of the way.”

All this talk was making me horny again so I sat down on the couch and started to rub my aching clit which poked out its readiness for me.

“You girls must be ready for a little fun then, if you didn’t get to stop on the way,” giggled Sonaria. “Wanna use the feed room?” she asked.

“Sonaria! Remember what I told you?” I frowned. “That’s none of your business.”

“That’s okay, Veyda,” Gennette said as she eyed my fingers working away at my now very squelchy pussy. “We don’t mind. But no, thanks anyway, Sonaria. But we’re both horny so why don’t we all play together?”

“Yeah, go ahead girls,” I encouraged. “I’ll just sit here and watch – mmm.”

And before I knew it, four hot little girls were naked on the floor in front of me, the twins spreading open their already wet and puffy pussies as my daughters crawled between them, tongues ready to enjoy a delicious dessert following their recently satisfying feed. What more could a horny mom like me ask for? I thought to myself, as I watched and masturbated my ever hardening clit, listening to the sighs of the sex starved twins as my own girls’ tongues probed into their sweet little cunts. I closed my eyes and envisioned Gennette squeezing Pixie’s sweet juices into her mouth from the little girl’s panties. Too bad she’s not here for me to devour right now, I thought, as my first orgasm overcame me. Maybe tomorrow.

“Yeah, tomorrow for sure,” I groaned out loud as I watched my juices squirt and splash all over the four horny young girls in front of me. Gennette licked her lips as some of my cum landed on her face and then she thrust hard against Sonaria’s as she, too, came fiercely.

But let’s enjoy tonight’s feast first, I told myself as I resumed caressing my clit watching the girls change places as it was now Wyndelle's and Sonaria's turn to be licked. The twins' cute little butt holes winked at me saucily as my fingers worked their way toward giving me my second orgasm. Oh, wow, I thought. Which of those cute little holes would feel the tip of my tongue first?