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Saturday, May 23rd, 2015

Charlotte set down the rolling pin and began dusting off her paws as the kitchen phone began ringing. Usually Julia would get it, but if she was busy then Charlotte could answer it. After the third ring, the doberman girl picked it up. "Stouffer residence. How may I help you?"

"Hi Charlotte," the other person answered. Charlotte had talked to Mrs. Andreyev often enough that she knew who it was before Mrs. Andreyev had finished saying 'Hi'.

"Hello, Mrs. Andreyev. I take it you'd like to speak to Mrs. Stouffer?"

"Yes, dear. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Hold on just a moment, please." Charlotte held the antique phone handset to her chest and reached over to the intercom on the wall, pressing the office line button. "Mrs. Stouffer, Mrs. Andreyev is on the line."

Charlotte held the phone back to her ear, waiting for Julia to pick up the line in her office. After a few moments, she heard Julia say "Thanks, Charlotte."

"You're welcome, ma'am." the teenage dog said, gently resting the antique handset on it's cradle. She picked up the rolling pin and went back to rolling the pizza dough she was preparing for lunch, nodding her head to the sound of the Brandenburg Concerto No. 4 echoing from the kitchen speaker system.

"You still haven't broken her of saying 'ma'am'?" Raenne asked over the phone.

Julia set the half-finished dress down over the back of the office chair, then sat down in it with a sigh, holding the phone handset to her ear. "No, and I doubt I ever will. She still insists on wearing that maid outfit, though I must have told her a thousand times now that she doesn't have to."

"To be fair, she does look absurdly cute in it. You did a good job with that outfit."

"I did a good job with the rest of the clothing she has too! But she only wears them outside the house!" The stoat sounded exasperated.

"To each their own. She's a good girl, despite her quirks," Raenne replied, defending the overly-devoted dobby-girl.

"True. I don't know what I'd do without her around the house to help. She and her mother have been so much help. Too bad the old dame had to retire."

"She was getting old. It happens to even the best of us."

"Sad, but true. Anyway, I doubt you called here just to chat. How can I help you?" Julia asked, curiously. She and Raenne had little to nothing in common, other than fact that Elizabeth and Alexandrea. It was unusual for Raenne to call if it wasn't related to getting the two girls together.

"I just wanted to let you know that Alex probably won't be coming over or going to school this week. She had a bad fall up on Mt. Hood and fractured her ankle. It's not bad, but it'll be a month or so before she's doing anything active again."

"My God. Here I've been rambling on and Alexandrea has a broken leg? I feel terrible. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Nope. Just let Elizabeth know. If she wants to come over here after school during the week, that'll be fine. Right now though, she's out cold. They gave her a shot of morphine before they set the bones in her foot, and it put her out like a light. She'll probably still be out of it tomorrow; They gave us some vicoden for her as well to help her sleep."

"I'll let Elizabeth know. Hmm. If you want to let the school know about it, they can probably give any homework assignments to Elizabeth and I can drop her by your place after school for an hour or two so Alexandrea doesn't get too bored."

"That sounds like a plan to me. Either David or I will be home the rest of the week. I only have a few morning classes, and I'm going to cancel them for this week."

"Alright. If you have to do something, you're welcome to leave Alexandrea here while you take care of it. Neither Charlotte or I would mind taking for of her for a few hours."

Raenne cringed at the thought...if Alex had to go to the bathroom, that could be a disaster. "No, that's quite alright. Thank you for offering, though."

"You're welcome. I'll go tell Elizabeth what happened."

"Thanks, Julia. Take care."

"You too. I hope Alexandrea feels better soon." Julia heard the click as the other line disconnected, and gently set the white bakelite handset on it's polished brass and wood cradle. She loved how the old rotary phones looked, and it hadn't cost that much to have them restored after she picked up a dozen of them at an estate sale years back.

Julia stood up and walked through the library out to the main hallway and took the elevator up to the third floor. Mostly it was for Elizabeth, but all of them used it. It had taken years for Elizabeth's bone marrow to recover from the damage of that first heat, leaving her frail and easily tired. Just going up a flight of stairs would leave the child shaking with exhaustion a few years ago. Honestly, Elizabeth's friendship with the active little tigress was a very good thing: Elizabeth was becoming far more active now, playing with Alexandrea. She even took the stairs up to her room now.

They still had a private doctor test her platelet count every month during the summer, just to make sure they were doing enough to help her manage her heats. Julia had long since reconciled herself to what they had to do for Elizabeth. It had taken Terrence much longer. She still remembered having to comfort her husband after every session for the first few years. He'd been raised in a very strict Catholic household, and having to service a crying infant in that way...it had broken his heart, broken his spirit, and broken his faith in God. It had very nearly broken the man's soul.

Elizabeth had definitely begun enjoying the sessions by the time she was six, though. Now she would beg both of them to play with her every night, even out of season. Julia didn't mind at all...she honestly didn't see anything wrong with it, and truly enjoyed their sessions. Julia thought it brought them closer together as a family. Terrence had come around too: seeing how much his little girl loved to have sex now almost made up for the first few years. All three of them now slept in the same bed, unless Alexandrea came over and the two girls spent the night in the third floor bedroom.

Julia hoped that nobody else ever learned of their family's ugly little secret. So far only three people knew: Charlotte and Charlotte's mother, who would no doubt take the secret to their graves, and Dr. Nez, the physician who had discovered the condition in the first place. If what they had done to and for Elizabeth ever came to light, the Stouffer family could be ruined. Even though they had done it to save Elizabeth's life and would probably win the resulting legal battle, the media circus would tear them to pieces. David would loser his job, Julia would be shunned by her fashion associates, and they would no doubt have to pull Elizabeth out of school to keep her from being bullied. It was bad enough that Elizabeth was as frail as she was, but the bullying would destroy her spirit.

The elevator came to a halt with a soft ding, and the door opened. E lizabeth turned in her chair to look out into the hallway. When she saw Julia, the girl jumped to her feet and bounced over to give Julia a hug, not even saying a word. Julia's heart melted. Elizabeth was one of the sweetest little girls she'd ever seen. Given how they doted on her, she should have been spoiled rotten and more arrogant than Ceasar....but she wasn't. She was polite and kind to everyone she met, and didn't have a mean bone anywhere in her body. That's not to say she was perfect by any stretch of the imagination. During the summer when her estrogen levels spiked, Elizabeth turned very weepy. She could also be somewhat demanding when it came to sex, but that was understandable.

Elizabeth held her mother tightly around the waist, pressing her face to her mother's tummy. Julia gently ran her hand down the back of Elizabeth's head, marvelling at just how lucky she was to have such a wonderful daughter. After several moments, Julia regretfully broke the silence. "Let's go sit down on your bed for a moment."

Julia barely heard the tiny stoat's affirmative, buried as her face was against Julia's tummy, but Elizabeth let her go and bounced back into her room and up onto the bed. Julia followed, and the moment that she sat on the bed, Elizabeth cuddled up against her, resting her head against Julia's lap. Julia almost wished she didn't have to tell Elizabeth the bad news...she was probably depressed right now given how long her father had been away at the conference. At least Terrence would be back tomorrow, and Elizabeth would doubtless be much feeling better after a quick romp or two.

"Raenne called a few minutes ago. Alexandrea had an accident up at Mt. Hood this morning." Julia heard Elizabeth gasp, but kept talking since she knew Elizabeth would assume the worst. "She apparently fractured an ankle, but other than that she's doing just fine. They gave her some medicine to make the pain go away, and right now she's sleeping. She'll probably be feeling a bit sleepy tomorrow too. But, after school sometime this week, I'll take you over to see her and you can cheer her up and make her feel better. Okay?"

Elizabeth looked up at her, tears already welling in the corners of her eyes. "I can't go cheer her up and make her feel better later today when she wakes up?"

"No, princess. Alexandrea will be sleeping until tomorrow, most likely. You can call her mother Monday morning, and if she says Alexandrea is feeling well enough, I'll drive you over there."

Elizabeth sniffled, rubbing her face against Julia's tummy again. "Okay," the tiny stoat said in a quiet, subdued voice.

She knew then that the poor girl was definitely having an estrogen spike after four days without her father's attentions. She wondered if she should call Terence and have him drive down tonight instead of waiting for the morning flight. She knew he hated to drive for long periods of time, but it would only be three and a half hours...she repeatedly ran her hand down Elizabeth's back as the girl quietly sobbed, trying to comfort her...yes, she would definitely call him.

=^.^=

Terrence got out of the car and thanked the rental car associate sitting in the driver's seat, handing the young raccoon a $20 bill for his troubles. Thankfully, the young man hadn't minded driving Terrence the extra mile home to save him the hassle of waiting for a taxi. As the rental car went around the circular driveway and back out the gate, Terrence turned and walked up the patio stairs, going slowly to avoid tripping in the evening gloom. Charlotte was already there, holding the front door open for him. "Welcome home, Mr. Stouffer."

"Thank you, Charlotte. It's good to be back." The ferret sighed. "It's been a long day."

"I can imagine. Do you want me to take that to the office?", Charlotte asked, holding a hand out towards his briefcase.

"Please," Terrence said, handing it to her. "Do you know where Julia and Elizabeth are?"

"They're in the master bedroom. Elizabeth might be asleep already; she was a bit weepy after finding out about Alex's accident, as you probably know. Julia didn't tell her you were coming home though; she wanted it to be a surprise."

"Thank you, Charlotte. I don't know what we'd do without you."

"You can thank me by going and taking care of your little girl. I love her too, but I don't have the necessary equipment to help her."

Terrence nodded, silently. Nobody had the equipment to help his daughter, really. Not yet. Hopefully one day the company he'd built would find a way to help her. In the mean time, he could only help alleviate the symptoms. He turned and walked over to the stairs, quickly but quietly making his way up the stairs as Charlotte closed and locked the front door. By the time he'd reached the second floor, his jacket, belt, and tie were off and his dress shirt completely undone. If Julia wanted to surprise Elizabeth, he'd be happy to play along. He stopped just outside the master bedroom, listening as he pulled his shoes and socks off, then undid the pants and let them fall to the floor. He could hear Julia humming softly, and stepped into the doorway.

Julia was lying to one side of the king-sized bed, propped up against the pillows in a thigh-length silk chemise. Elizabeth lay in the middle, curled up against her mother's side. Julia was running a brush down Elizabeth's side, pausing periodically to drop the handfuls of loose fur in the wastebasket next to the bed. Julia saw him and smiled, then held up a finger to her lips, indicating silence, then made a beckoning motion, pointing at the other side of the bed.

Terrence dropped the pile of clothing next to the door, holding the belt buckle to prevent it from clinking as he set it down. He quietly padded across the floor dressed only in his boxers as Julia continued to brush the winter coat out of Elizabeth's fur. He could see bits of brown in the girl's undercoat already. Elizabeth's night-shirt was lying at the foot of the bed...she rarely wore it anyway, these days.

As he sat down at the head of the bed, Elizabeth's head popped up like a periscope from a sea of white fur, and swivelled until she was looking straight at him. The smile that lit her face at that moment made him forget all the hardships he'd ever gone through, warmed his heart like nothing else ever could. She practically bounced in place as she rolled over to him, hugging his chest so tightly he could feel his ribs creak. He could hear her making quiet dooking noises as she held him, probably not even realizing she was doing it. He simply held her, stroking her back as she hugged him, basking in the glow of her unconditional love for several long minutes.

Eventually Julia leaned over to kiss him, and Elizabeth looked up, then followed suit. He leaned back into the pillows and simply relaxed, glad to be home. A few moments later, he felt a pair of tiny paws at the front of his boxers and looked down. Elizabeth had reached down and was undoing the button. With that task complete, she stuck her petite muzzle in the opening and took a deep breath. He felt her cold nose pushing his kiwi-sized testicles around, then felt her dainty little tongue at the opening to his sheath. She licked inside it, causing his maleness to begin peak out.

He tapped her on the top of the head and she pulled her muzzle out of his boxers to look at him. He moved his hands down and grabbed the hem of his boxers, lifting his hips up. She immediately got the idea and grabbed the legs of them, tugging them down and eventually tossing them off the edge of the bed. Julia leaned over and continued to kiss him as Elizabeth went to town with her slight pink tongue, stroking it up, over, and all around every part of his dick as as more and more of it was exposed to the air. He wondered if she wanted him in her immediately to calm the fire in her loins, or if she wanted a more leisurely drawn-out mating. He was fairly sure he wouldn't last long before his first climax after four days without any kind of sexual contact.

His question was answered as his nine year-old daughter engulfed his cock in her mouth, taking him all the way to the root. He moaned as the tip of his penis made it's way down past her tonsils and epiglottis, down to her esophagus. The smooth, soft, warm flesh of her throat milked him as she swallowed several times in succession, then stopped and held her tongue firmly to the underside of his shaft. She didn't even have a gag reflex anymore, and he knew she loved being able to feel the pulse of his heartbeat on her tongue. She stayed that way for nearly a minute, revelling in being able to feel the beat of his heart so intimately, and the occasional twitch as the feel of her throat proved to be too much stimulation for him. Then she pulled back and took a deep breath through her nose before pushing forward again.

Julia continued to kiss him and rubbed his shoulders as their daughter began milking his penis with her entire throat, gently swallowing every second or so. He could barely feel his daughter's tiny teeth through her lips as she intimately kissed the ring of his sheath, bunched at the very root of his dick. Her tongue twirled gently up each side of his member, several times, then the tip of her tongue poked past her lips to brush against his sheath. Another half minute passed in blissful silence as she continued her gentle swallowing. Then she pulled back again, using her tongue to push the glans against the roof of her mouth and rubbing it back and forth. The ridges at the top of Elizabeth's mouth felt fantastic, and he couldn't help but let out another deep moan into his wife's mouth. After a few moments, his daughter drew back further and began rolling her tongue around the end, occasionally flicking the hole at the tip. She tightened her lips just behind the glans and then sucked in, providing just the right amount of suction. He felt the crown of his penis fill even further with blood, the stimulation sending pulses of lightning firing through his nerves. It was almost too much to bear, and he gasped again.

Julia pulled back and grinned at him. Seeing her husband experiencing such delightful torment turned her on more than anything else. She was getting really wet, and spread her legs, revealing she wasn't wearing any bottoms at all. She ran one hand down her belly and began rubbing her labia, spreading a slippery film of sweet and musky moisture across her the surface of her cunny. Julia dipped her index finger between her folds and begin pumping it in and out, rubbing the base of her finger over her achingly hard clit, then went back to kissing her husband while fingering herself. After a few moments, she felt her husbands paw join hers, gently stroking the outer lips of her labia as she continued to stroke her increasingly sensitive button and the outermost portion of her channel. She loved it when he helped her like that; it was the perfect amount of stimulation to keep her right on the edge of climax indefinitely without actually going over.

Elizabeth pushed forward again after only a few seconds of that too intense sucking sensation. He was rock-hard at this point, so much so that it hurt as his penis bent going around the curve in her throat and back down into her esophagus. She began that delightful swallowing again, still taking her time and making sure she didn't overstimulate him into premature ejaculation. Both his wife and daughter knew he liked long, slow matings; the sensations were far more intense and the climaxes could be mind-blowing. A quick fuck always left him feeling...unsatisfied. Elizabeth definitely felt the same, though Julia didn't seem to care.

As Elizabeth continued to swallow around his shaft, Julia shifted around, moving her hips a little closer to the pillows and laying down so that head was near Elizabeth's rear. She put her paws around her daughter's buttocks and gently squeezed, rolling her thumbs into the groove on each side of her daughter's puffy vulva. Elizabeth obligingly lifted her hips up, resting her weight on her knees and flicking her tail to one side to give her mother access to her flower as she milked her father with the muscles in her throat. Julia leaned down and stuck her head under that cute little tush and dipped her long flat tongue down into her daughter's flower, tasting of her delicious nectar. As Julia ran her tongue deep inside her daughter, her nose and tongue were overrun with slippery and sweet girl-juice; a hint of strawberries and peaches, a savory flavor like cream, a slight undertone of copper from her heat, and the faint musk common to all mustelids. A strange combination that was uniquely Elizabeth's, and so delicious that both her parents liked to taste the nectar of her flower.

As Julia continued to swirl her tongue around and occasionally push deep into her daughter's channel, Elizabeth felt absolutely euphoric, feeling the rapid pulse of her father's heartbeat on her tongue and the occasional twitch as she swallowed rhythmically around his length. She drew back momentarily, breathing through her nose, and felt her father twitch with the contrast of hot and cold as cool air ran over his tip. She pushed back in and began swallowing faster, waiting for the strong pulses at the base of his member that would drive his semen through his reproductive tract and eventually down his length into her throat.

Terrence nearly couldn't believe how good this felt. His daughter's throat was so tight around his member, barely able to accomodate it's girth, and when she swallowed it felt like he was a cow being milked by a tender milkmaid...if milkmaids wore warm, smooth, silk gloves. She must have been slowly swallowing around his penis for a good five minutes now. He knew he should be close, but somehow she'd been doing it slow enough that he didn't feel even the slightest hint that he was close. Then she began humming, probably out of boredom, and he knew instantly how wrong he was. He felt his penis buck in her throat and immediately begin firing jets of semen so hard it felt like he was squirting a tablespoon of semen with each pulse. His left leg twitched and he convulsed forward, nearly blacking out at the intensity of the sensation.

Elizabeth murred deep in her throat as she felt the faint twitches starting just behind her father's testicles, humming happily around his penis. She knew his body even better than he did. She sucked a little around his length as she slowly drew back, feeling the twitches start as he begin to jump around in her mouth. She stroked his tip with the back of her tongue as his dick begin squirting hard into her mouth, semen bouncing off the back of her tongue and all over the roof of her mouth, down around her teeth, ricocheting off her tonsils and down the back of her throat. That sticky, salty treat she loved rapidly filled up her mouth, even as she swallowed repeatedly. Still it continued, and she tightened her lips to prevent it from getting out, making her cheeks begin to bulge with her father's essence. After several long seconds, squirt after squirt, the flow of his love begin to taper off, though his member continued to jump and buck. These last four days must have been miserable for him if he'd had to carry around that much semen around in his testicles and prostate. She continued to swallow for several seconds, diminishing the deposits of fluid in each cheek until all that was left was the gummy residue on the inside of her mouth.

The tiny stoat repeatedly pursed her lips around the crown of his penis and swirled her tongue around it, trying to clean it of the last remnants of his delicious essence before she let him out of her mouth. She gave the tip a gentle kiss, noting that it was still twitching. Now that she was paying attention, Elizabeth could feel her mother still rolling her tongue deep inside Elizabeth's flower, and gently rubbing her clitty with one finger. It felt absolutely wonderful. She looked up at her father. He was lying back against the pillows and she could see the tendon on the right side of his neck tensing in time with the twitches from his penis. It made her giggle, and she practically melted as her mother pulled her tongue out, swirling it around the between the inner and outer lips of Elizabeth's flower a few times for good measure.

Knowing that her father would need a little bit of time to recharge after that intense orgasm, Elizabeth leaned forward, pulling away from Julia. She turned around, leaning against the pillows with her father. Julia at some point had taken off her chemise and was laying with one leg propped up on the pillows and the other tucked underneath them, laying on her side with her head further down the bed where Elizabeth had been kneeling. Her mother licked her lips as she looked up at Terence and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was already feeling better. She crawled down the bed and gave her mother a kiss, tasting herself on the fur around her mother's lips. Elizabeth flopped down, laying atop her as she buried her face against Julia's breasts, then brought both hands up to toy with her mother's nipples, latching her lips around one of them and gently sucking and tugging on it. It had been many years since Julia had given milk, but her nipples, all six of them, had always been very sensitive. Only the upper two were very large, but that didn't really matter. As Elizabeth played with them, they all swelled up with arousal, poking through Julia's fur. She leaned back against the bed as Elizabeth lay on her and continued to tweak them, going from one to the other. Her daughter had long-since figured out exactly how firmly to tug and roll them between the pads of her paws in order to turn Julia into a puddle of pure bliss.

Julia felt a hand on her pussy, and knew that Terrence had recovered from his post-orgasmic haze. He worked a finger into Julia's vagina, rubbing the pads of his finger around until he found the rough patch a few inches inside, just past her pubic bone. He then began rubbing the pad on his thumb in circles around her clit, occasionally rubbing the hood back and forth to expose her button. He knew she didn't like direct stimulation against her clitty very much; she was simply too sensitive there. As he toyed with the flesh surrounding her button, he worked another finger into her, stretching her a bit, then making her gasp as he began moving his fingers across her g-spot. As his index finger moved up, his middle finger pulled back, then they reversed directions. The roughness of his pads against the sensitive walls of her vagina was so intense it was pleasure that nearly approached the point of pain. She felt the bed move a touch, then felt him pull the hood of her clitoris back...and felt his absolutely amazing tongue travel over the exposed surface of her clitty. Julia practically saw stars, and felt that tensing sensation deep within her tummy that told she was rapidly approaching orgasm.

She let out a high-pitched keening noise that had Elizabeth perk up and look at her, then turn around to see Terrence performing cunnilingus. She grinned, then tapped her father on the shoulder. Terrence paused and looked up at his daughter, sitting atop Julia's hips and grinning down at him. He laughed, then pulled back, leaving Julia gasping as she came down from being so close to orgasm. He got into a kneeling position, then lay down next to Julia and pulling her into a deep kiss as Elizabeth swung her legs over her mother's hips and rolled down onto the bed until she was sitting next to her mother's leg. As Terrence pulled Julia into a french kiss, holding her head with one hand, he put his other hand down against her breasts, tweaking her nipples as their daughter had been doing.

Meanwhile Elizabeth gently rubbed the back of her left paw all over her mother's labia, dampening the fur all over the back of it. Her hand quite damp at this point, but it still wasn't quite enough. She reached between her own legs and cupped her palm over her own flower, getting the pads on her paw slippery and wet as well, then dipped her fingers into her flower one by one and wiggling them around. She gasped a bit at the sensation, then pulled them out and inspected her hand. It was nearly damp enough for what she wanted. Her mother was usually wet enough for this to work, and if it didn't there was lube on the shelves of the headboard. She rubbed the labia around her mother's flower a bit with her hand, then used the fingers of her other hand to spread them apart. She loved the way her mother's flower looked when she was like this, on the verge of climax. It was a rich pink color, glistening in the dim illumination of the overhead lights. It really did look like beautiful flower to her. She leaned down and stuck her tongue deep within it, savoring her mother's rich flavor. There was no trace of the faint fishy smell or coppery taste that she sometimes had. Just a rich, milky taste and a faint hint of musk. Her mother must have just ovulated. Elizabeth wished she could drink her mother's girl-juice all down. Sadly, she'd need it to do what she wanted to try next.

Her tiny fingers probed down into the opening of her mother's vagina. First one finger, then another, then a third. She wiggled them around a bit and realized that her father must have been fingering mother while he was licking her. She added a fourth finger, then pulled it back bunched all her fingers together with her thumb. Her paw wasn't all that much bigger than medium sized strawberry like this, and she began to press her hand, fingers first, into her mother's passage. She wiggled it around a bit as the last of her knuckles caught on the skin just inside her mother's inner labia. She heard her mother keening into father's mouth as they continued to kiss each other, and waited a bit, gently rocking her hand back and forth. It took a half minute or so, but eventually Elizabeth's hand became slippery enough to slip past her mother's lips, and suddenly her hand was wrist-deep inside her mother's flower.

She stopped, waiting for Julia to stop gasping as Terrence held her mother's head against his chest. Elizabeth loved her father's chest. Underneath the fluffy fur, she could easily feel his strong muscles when she leaned against him. He wasn't quite as soft to cuddle as mother, but she always felt safer in his arms. His tummy was a bit softer than his chest, but not by much. Elizabeth realized she'd gotten distracted, and wiggled her hand around inside her mother. Julia gasped and moaned. Elizabeth opened her hand up a bit, feeling her mother's slippery tunnel clench against it. It was so wierd, and yet so good. Knowing that she was making her mother happy always made her happy. She wondered if she could make Lexi happy like this too. Then she remembered Lexi was still a virgin. Taking that away would hurt, and she never wanted to hurt her best friend.

Elizabeth continued to wiggle her fingers around, alternating between sticking her fingers out and clenching them into a fist, sometimes even bent them so her knuckles were facing out and rotated her wrist to rub her mother's walls with her knuckles. That always mde her mother make very strange noises. She'd been worried when she first did that many months ago that it had hurt, but her mother said it felt really good. She saw mother's tummy begin to flutter and knew that she would be close to orgasming. Elizabeth clenched her hand up tight and began pushing it deeper into her mother, pulling it back, and pushing forward again. Eventually she reached top of her mother's vagina, nearly up to her elbow. She pulled her arm out to her wrist, then pushed all the way back in again.

Julia was keening again as Terrence held her head and played with her nipples. Knowing that she was practically incoherent with pleasure was making Terrence hard again. Watching her belly flutter and seeing the faint bulge of their daughter's hand moving under her skin was incredibly erotic. He watched as the lump moved back and forth from just above her pubis all the way to her belly-button, over and over. He wondered if he could ever do that for his wife, then dismissed the idea. His hand was bigger than an infant's head, and giving birth had left Julia in agony. It was still incredibly erotic though, and he felt his penis twitching as he watched that bump move back and forth inside Julia's tummy.

Elizabeth loved the noises her mother was making. The squelching noises always sounded gross, but knowing that it felt so good for mother made her feel warm all over. She slowed down her thrusts a bit and put her fingers out, then pushed in until she felt her fingers up against the far end of her mother's vagina. She felt around until her fingers were nestled in the gap that ran around her mother's cervix, then gently rubbed her thumbpad round the ring that surrounded the entrance to her mother's womb. Father had said that it usually hurt when women had their cervix touched, but Elizabeth had soon found out that it only hurt if it was bruised by hitting it, or if you tried to open up the tiny hole by force. Since then, she'd been very careful not to hit it when she was putting her hand inside Mother. She rubbed her thumb around the outer ring of the cervix a few more times, smiling as her mother's keening went up nearly an octave in pitch. She reached over with her other hand and began rubbing her thumb against her mother's clitty while she set the pad of her other thumb against the dimple that marked the opening to her mother's womb and began rotating them both in a very gentle clockwise motion.

That did it. Her mother's voice suddenly died away and she felt her mother's walls begin clenching almost painfully tight around Elizabeth's arm, buried as it was up to her elbow. She continued to rub her mother's clitty and felt the tiny opening of her mother's cervix upen up around the tip of her thumb. She very gently pressed a tiny bit, and felt the dulled tip her thumb claw enter her mother's tiny opening. It felt like a tiny mouth was trying to suck on her thumb. She smiled as she felt her mother's vaginal walls continue to clench tight around her arm for nearly a minute. By the time Julia finished climaxing, Elizabeth's thumb had gone in to the second knuckle, nearly a centimeter past her mother's cervix. She could feel it twitching against her thumb even as her mother came down from that phenomenal natural high. It was always a bit looser after orgasm, and Elizabeth left her thumb there for a moment before gently pulling it out and working her arm and hand free of her mother's flower. Her arm was literally soaked with her mother's juices, and as she pulled it out the room filled with the distinctive odor of sex.

Julia lay there, eyes half-lidded, watching colors swirl against her eyelids as her entire body continued to tremble with aftershocks from her most intense orgasm to date. The first few times Elizabeth had touched the entrance to her womb directly had been...very powerful, very odd, and very uncomfortable. She'd almost told her daughter to stop, but instead said to be more gentle. The little girl had been, and as Julia began to get used to it, the strange sensations had turned out to be even more intense than having her clitoris played with. In the past month, they'd realized that as her orgasm hit the tiny opening parted naturally, and the bizarre sensation of having something actually inside her womb had taken her from having short powerful orgasms to long-drawn total-body orgasms that left Julia feeling like she'd been plugged into a live electrical circuit powered by pure pleasure. She lay there, panting, waiting for the aftershocks to pass.

Meanwhile Elizabeth licked her arm a bit to taste her mother's flavor, then rolled over and grabbed a hand-towel off the shelf on the headboard. She wrapped it around her arm and squeezed as she pushed it down, trying to wick her mother's juices out of her fur. Father was gently petting the top of mother's head as she lay there, absorbed in the aftershocks. As Elizabeth tossed the towel back onto the shelf, father looked back at her. Elizabeth smiled, seeing that his wonderful penis had once more returned to full glory. He was ready, and she wanted him inside her flower now.