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Amaryllis by JegC

Survey Corps' Akari
I drew some pokémon stuff.
#pokemon

What's a big brother if he can't care for his two shotas?

first post here;
chilcer for the soul

Toy

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#traditionalart #oc #child #furry #incest #creampie #wip #commission

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I'm just glad to have this little space to release my dirty side. Posting kinky stories so freely is kinda like a therapy...Even tho I have to tag everything and it kind of ruins the fun in a way lol

people like my stuff, I'm not the only perv in the world, and that's comforting

anyway no thoughts, head empty, just cum brain

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She sat at the kitchen table, casually scrolling through videos on her tablet before school. She tried to ignore the banging her mother made just out of sight in the kitchen, clearly trying to whip something up for a quick breakfast. Her eyes glanced up to the clock above the table, reluctantly realizing that she had a mere handful of minutes to quickly consume whatever her mother had mangled this morning.

As if on cue, the woman slipped out of the kitchen, her skirt swishing around her legs as she deposited a plate of toast and a glass of milk on the table. "Here you go sweetie!" her mother said with a smile, casually swaying her hips as she walked back to the kitchen. The girl could not help but admire her mother's perfect figure as she disappeared around the corner, her little clit pressing against her tight panties under her own skirt.

Remembering the time, the girl wolfed down the food knowing that there would not be anything further until lunch several hours later. The toast lasted mere seconds, but she grimaced slightly as she swallowed the last of the milk, feeling a slight thickness to it slide down the back of her throat. She stood up and brought her dishes to the sink, watching her mother carefully wiping up some milk that had splashed onto the floor. "I think the milk is going bad again," the girl said as she washed the sticky jam from her fingers.

Her mother stood up, briefly flashing her daughter her lacy panties under her short skirt in the process. She turned, the broad smile on her face odd given the topic of conversation. "I'm sorry, dear!" she replied apologetically, the smile not faltering in the least. "Well at least you got the nutrients you needed to grow up beautiful."

The girl shook her head at the trite phrase her mother had been repeating most of her life before giving her mother a kiss on the cheek and heading off to school. As the front door closed, her mother leaned against the counter and heaved a sigh of relief. It was getting harder and harder to hide the little additives she put in her daughter's food, and they were still a long way from being done with her regiment.

As she cleaned up the kitchen, she slipped a small pill bottle back into a cupboard and tossed an empty red pill casing into the trash. A second red pill, this one intact, sat next to her steaming mug. She picked up the pill and swallowed it, washing it down with the coffee and smiling as some of the extra thick cream coated her upper lip. She used her finger to push it into her mouth and swallowed again, licking her fingertip clean and enjoying the sensation.

The day went by quickly, most of the events a mere blur in the little girl's mind. She was relieved to finally find herself moving through the halls to the locker room to prepare for gym with the rest of her classmates. However unlike her classmates, she moved through the locker room, past the dozen or so girls in various states of undress, and into the attached bathroom. As she closed the stall door behind her, she tried to tune out the mocking words of some of the crueler girls, "whispering" loudly about how she must be ugly or hiding something.

Fortunately for her, the coach pounded on the exterior door, his gruff voice booming through the closed door and making the girls hasten to finish their preparations to join the rest of the class in the gym. She did her best to change silently, hoping to not draw any more attention as the last of the girls filed out and allowed the door to slam behind her.

She tried not to think about the budding girls she had walked by, their B and C cups making her wonder when her own chest would grow beyond the sensitive small bumps on her chest. She ran a finger across one of them, the sensation making her nipple harden in the cold air. She immediately regretted the decision as she pulled her shirt on, carefully tucking everything into her shorts where it would not be obvious.

She tossed her belongings into the locker assigned to her and hustled out to join the class. Fortunately for her, if the coach noticed, he said nothing and continued to gruffly inform all of them of the physical activities of the day. The games were fun, but she could not help but admire the other boys and girls displaying their physical prowess and lithe bodies. Her eyes locked onto the toned abs of one boy trying to impress the girls with his extended handstand, only to find her attention drawn to the ass of another girl giving an exaggerated stretch for the coach's benefit. She could almost taste the sexual tension and hormones in the air, but mercifully the bell rang before the wet spot in her panties threatened to leak out into her gym shorts.

As the rambunctious students raced into the locker room to change and head home, she noticed one of the girls veer off to follow the coach to his office. His flushed cheeks matched the girl's, and she wondered what they were going to do as the other girl closed the office door behind her.

Reluctantly, she moved into the locker room, gathering her belongings and moving to her usual stall. The girls tittered and giggled as they teased each other for trying to get a rise out of the boys, one girl proudly proclaiming that she was absolutely certain she had seen one of them touch himself through his shorts. Ignoring the conversation, she pulled her regular clothes back on, once again tucking everything in carefully. Hesitantly, she exited the stall and moved through the room towards the door.

Her usual tactic of keeping her eyes forward and down failed to give her warning as another girl turned the corner into the bathroom, the two almost colliding in the doorway. While she had finished changing, the other girl was unabashedly naked, clearly in desperate need of relief at another stall. The two shuffled past each other, but it was only after the nude girl had closed the stall door that the image clicked within the girl's mind. Something was different, inexplicably so.

The bus ride home was filled with chaos and cacophony, but the girl did not notice nor care. She moved automatically across the sidewalk and up her front drive to the side door, letting herself in with a key and settling in at the kitchen table. She sat down, staring at the place where her breakfast had been that morning.

Her mother glided into the room, gathering up her daughter in a giant hug that forced the girl to twist her head or risk being smothered in her mother's cleavage. "How was your day today, sweetie?" she asked with a wide smile.

The pause was palpable, and the older woman knew that whatever followed would be a serious topic. "Mom?" the girl finally said at last. "Why don't other girls have clitties like mine?"

Her mother froze, the smile still in place but clearly shaken by the question. She gathered herself and pulled the girl in for another hug, using it as a tactic to delay and collect her thoughts. After a brief moment, she sighed and pulled her daughter towards the couch. The two sat down, with the little girl resting her head on her mother's breast in their favorite cuddling position

"Sunshine, when you were born, you were wired a little different than the other children. You wanted dolls and dresses more than anything, and you told me over and over and over how you wanted to grow up to be a pretty princess, just like mommy." She paused, licking her suddenly dry lips and choosing her words carefully. "You see, sometimes people are born with a body and a brain that don't quite match up."

With this she placed a gentle finger against her daughter's chin to bring her eyes up in order to make contact. The time had finally come, and she wanted to be able to fully read her daughter's expression when the truth was revealed. "You made it very clear to me at a very young age that you were a happy and proud little girl, and from that day onward, I have done my best to raise you like the girl that you are."

She could see the bulb beginning to flicker on in her daughter's head, subconscious truths finally aligning in her young mind and pieces falling into place. She took a deep breath and continued, "The reason other girls don't have clitties like yours is because you weren't born like other girls. You chose to be one, and I've done my best to support you throughout your shift into womanhood."

Her daughter's eyes widened as understanding flooded her brain and washed away any doubt. She broke the eye contact, mind rushing through the dozens and dozens of questions before landing on just one. "But mommy, I am a girl, aren't I?" The bear hug that followed gave her comfort, the soft scent of her mother's shampoo calming her rising anxiety.

"Of course, Sunshine. You are just made a little different than other girls." She smiled down at her little angel, glad she was being so mature with this difficult topic. She could not have anticipated the questions that followed.

"Mommy, you're a girl too right?" The girl watched her mother nod in affirmation before licking her lips and asking her real question. "Do you have a clitty like me?"

For the second time that day, her mother froze, a long awaited fantasy suddenly made possible with an innocuous question. She grappled with her own lustful impulses, hoping to quench them before answering yet failing to do so. The words that came from her mouth both aroused and terrified her.

"Yes, Sunshine, I do."

They both looked down to the woman's skirt which betrayed no indication of anything unusual underneath. The girl's hand reached out slowly to the bottom edge of the skirt, stopping halfway as she looked up to her mother in a silent bid for permission. The woman swallowed hard before nodding, leaning back slightly in order to give her daughter room to explore. Hesitantly, the girl lifted the skirt up and over her mother's blouse, surprised to see no clear evidence of a clitty like her own.

"Where is it, mommy?" she asked, the curiosity palpable in her voice.

"Mommy has gotten very good at tucking it away, Sunshine," the woman responded. "Unless I take off my panties, you probably won't see much."

"Please?"

The simple question cut straight through her mother's defenses. Any concept of trying to keep the moment clear of sexual tension evaporated as she looked down on her daughter with a combination of love and lust. She knew what she was doing could get her into trouble, but she wanted to support her daughter in her moment of need. That, and her private and secret desires caused her libido to rage to life.

She looked down at her expectant daughter, nodding with a smile as she lifted her hips gently. Her manicured fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to her knees and allowing them to drop to her ankles. She felt her clit straining against her thighs as she struggled to control her impulses. As her eyes locked once more onto the expectant young face, her resolve failed, and she gently began spreading her legs and allowed the hidden treasure to spring into view.

The clit that arose was glorious, a beautiful example of a work of art attached to an already beautiful body. Her daughter did not wait for permission this time, instinctively reaching out a hand and grasping it by the base. She stifled a gasp as her little hand felt the rod throb and twitch in time with her mother's heartbeat, the tip beginning to leak sweet juices down and onto her fingers.

Her mother watched in astonishment as the girl brought her hand up to her face, staring at the liquid for a moment while breathing in its smell before gingerly sticking her tongue out and tasting it. A sudden spike of recognition flashed across her face as she turned to her now blushing mother.

"Was this..." she began with a pause as she chose her words, "...in my milk?" Her mother's red face deepened as she nodded sheepishly.

"You needed all of the best nutrients to grow up to be a good girl," she said quietly, as though trying to convince both of them that it was nothing more than that. The girl wisely said nothing but grasped her mother's clit once more. She stared down at the needy clit and could not help but recall something that she had been told by a classmate months ago.

With only a little hesitation, she dipped her head down and slipped the tip into her mouth, tongue running across the head to gather up as much of the liquid as she could. Her mother moaned and shifted in her seat, the rod in her mouth throbbing and twitching.

"Oh baby girl, maybe you shouldn't..." her mother started, but the threshold had already been crossed. The liquid, once a thin dribble, began to gush from the tip of her clit into her daughter's waiting mouth. The girl instinctively began swallowing, not allowing a single drop past her lips. As her mother's orgasm began to subside, she let the organ fall limp onto the underside of her mother's skirt, snuggling back up next to her in a sense of satisfaction.

Moments passed before finally her mother regained her senses, drawing her daughter in with a big hug. She felt her daughter squirm against her, clearly feeling discomfort from her own hard clit in her cotton panties. Her hesitation was nearly non-existent as she slid a hand up her daughter's thigh and under the slim skirt.

The moan and shiver was everything she needed to know, gently sliding her fingers under the edge of her panties and grasping at the carefully tucked clit hidden away. The member immediately responded, growing and hardening in her hand before beginning to secrete its own lubrication.

She removed her hand, ignoring the moans of protest, and proceeded to maneuver her daughter more fully onto the end of the couch with her legs obscenely spread. She flipped the skirt up onto her daughter's belly and slid the panties to the side, the hardened clit standing proudly and bobbing in the cold air.

Her head dipped down quickly, red lips sliding past the sensitive head and down the shaft, feeling it twitch at the new sensations. Her tongue wrapped around the small head, enjoying the sweet flavor of her virginal secretions and moaning around the little rod. Her daughter quivered, hands subconsciously grasping at her mother's hair and pulling her deeper into her sensitive organ.

Her mother knew what was coming and began to focus fully on the tip, raking her tongue across it over and over until finally the girl stiffened and moaned heavily. Thin squirts of cum filled her mouth, proof of an orgasm achieved.

She drew her daughter back to her bosom, both girls breathing heavily from the intense feelings they just experienced. She felt her daughter snuggle up against her like she did when she was younger, a sense of peace and contentment washing over both of them.

The road ahead would be long and full of perils, but at the very least, they both knew they had each other, through all of the fun and challenges that lay ahead.

(fuck that was long ... about 14k characters, so i hope you kinky fuckers enjoyed it :3 feel free to drop a message or a reply if you had a good cummie from this or just want to chat. thanks and hope you enjoyed!)

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