Just Like This (Fg,nepi,cons,inc,extreme pedo,infant,mast,pett)

by Audrey The Nymph


   Tara sits and listens for her cues--the click of the front door closing,
the rumble of an engine waking up.  She remains still, waiting for her
husband's exit, waiting to start her day.  One by one, each signal is
delivered, until even the gentle purr of the engine fades down the street,
as her husband drives off to spend another day at the office.

   Without hesitation, Tara strips out of her pajamas and dons her white
bathrobe, tying the belt tight around her waist to cover her naked body. 
With gentle footsteps, she heads out of the bedroom and down the hall
towards the far door.  She slips silently into the new nursery, the light
pink paint only weeks old.  She pads across the soft white carpet to the
crib against the far wall.

   Tara reaches down and scoops up Avery, her new adopted daughter, into
her arms.  She cradles the child in her arms, cooing at the infant and
stroking her soft black hair.  She slowly walks back to her own bedroom,
little Avery nestled close in the soft folds of the white robe.

   Placing a kiss on the baby's soft forehead, Tara brings Avery to her
king-sized bed, laying her gently on a small blanket draped over the
comforter.  She slowly extracts the girl from her nightclothes, whispering
sweet and loving words to the child, leaving the baby lying naked on the
blanket.

   Tara takes a step back from the bed, admiring her newfound love as she
unties the belt of her robe.  She drops the garment to the floor, letting
the morning sun kiss her pale skin.  She climbs on to the bed, situating
herself against the mountain of pillows, and scoops her baby into her arms.
She places one pillow in her lap, beneath the little girl's bare bottom.

   Tara lies back, holding her adopted daughter against her body and
admiring the girl's beauty.  Avery's dark skin and black hair contrast
sharply with Tara's curly red locks, yet the new mother knows without a
doubt she was meant for this child.  She strokes the baby's head, resting
on her creamy and freckled chest, planting soft kisses among the infant's
midnight locks.

   Soon, the baby begins to fuss, and Tara adjusts the child to rest
smoothly on the pillow in her lap.  She uses her arm to steady the baby,
murmuring in calm tones to her and guiding Avery's head until she faces her
mother's chest.  Tara's other hand cups her breast, her thumb and
forefinger tweaking the red nipple until it stands at attention.

   Tara's hand cradles her daughter's head, yet the infant needs no
guidance, already leaning in.  The mother pinches her eyes shut as the
baby's wet mouth closes on her teat.  Avery begins to suckle, pulling at
the hard nipple, and Tara is overcome with unfathomable love for her child.
With each tug on her breast from Avery's insistent mouth, Tara's heart
leaps in celebration that, even though she is unable to feed the baby,
Avery is not afraid to unite with her in the most sacred union of mother
and child.

   As Avery suckles in the crook of her mother's arm, Tara's other hand
begins to explore the two bodies connected as one.  Her fingers dance
across her other breast and along Avery's ebony legs, skimming over the
baby's adorable stomach, passing with lingering attention over her tiny
Hershey-kiss nipples before moving to Tara's pale thighs.  A soft and
subtle lust begins to stir itself in with the woman's welling love, her
free hand soon straying into her pubic patch, fingertips frolicking in the
reddish hair.

   Avery pulls hard at Tara's teat with her mouth, the baby's hands working
to cup the breast before her.  Tara sighs with exhilaration, relishing the
touch of her baby.  Her own hand pushes lower, along the curves of her
fleshy mons, searching out the swollen bud hidden within her shallow
canyon. With deliberate focus, she shifts her body, her legs spreading
apart and revealing her moist sex to the crisp morning air.

   The mother steadies her baby with her arm, tenderly cupping Avery's
bottom in her hand while keeping her head close.  With one hand, Tara
begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing her labia and glancing across
her clitoris, while her other hand mimics the motions in her daughter's
lap, amorously exploring the innocent and infantile flesh between the
girl's legs.  All the while, Avery's mouth remains latched to Tara's
breast, her moist tongue and gums lapping at the woman's nipple, urging her
on.

   Tara's eyes remain fixed on her child, surveying the infant's body with
both love and lust.  Her fingers begin rubbing her clit, the swollen bud
aching with each touch.  She toys with her most sensitive nub, flitting
across it with hardly any contact before massaging it with her thumb.  Her
other hand copies the motion, fingers brushing along Avery's little mound,
slowly parting the dark lips to reveal the pink petals inside.  The
infant's girlhood is moist, and Tara moans, beginning to work her own sex
with fervor.

   Tara loses herself in her movements, giving over to her erotic urges. 
She strokes both pussies, caressing her daughter's while fucking her own.
Only three things meet her awareness: the insistent suckle at her breast,
the velvet flesh of Avery's cunny, and the throbbing need in her own
genitals as her fingers penetrate her cunt, her thumb working hard against
her clitoris.  With each second, her passion doubles, her nerves spiraling
towards oblivion.

   Perhaps it is Avery's mouth, pulling fervently at Tara's tit in her
attempt to nurse.  Perhaps it's the mother's finger, slipping soothingly
into the warm tunnel of her daughter's vagina.  Perhaps it's the knowledge
that both woman and girl, united in body and soul, are simultaneously being
penetrated in their most sacred of spaces.  Whatever the cause, Tara's mind
becomes suddenly blank, as waves of ecstasy wrack her body.  She swallows a
scream as each nerve ignites with pleasure, pulsing out from her clit
through her entire form.  Tara shakes and shudders, her hands curling into
fists, her fingers dripping with female juices.

   With reluctance, Tara's orgasm recedes from her body.  Her senses
return, and she can feel that her baby has ceased its suckling.  With
trembling arms, she gathers the child up against her body, bringing Avery's
head to her shoulder.  She kisses her ebony cheeks, letting her body regain
its faculties.

   All the while, she gazes at her daughter, her heart bursting with
unbridled and unconditional love.  "I will always love you, just like
this," Tara whispers, holding her daughter close.  She closes her eyes,
feeling Avery's heartbeat, imagining it melding with her own.  "Just like
this."


   
THE END