Mommy's Little Girl

Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Turn. Toss. Turn again. Toss again. Two more turns. A half-turn, then another few tosses for good measure.

Fluttershy opened her eyes, grumbling annoyedly as she looked up at the ceiling above her. She turned her head and glanced over at the clock sitting on her father's bedside table. Her annoyance only increased when she saw that she had been lying in that bed for over an hour, but had yet to find the peaceful embrace of sleep. She had already tried counting sheep, counting pigs, counting dogs, and counting every other kind of animal she could think of, yet still found herself as wide awake as when she had entered that bedroom. No matter what she tried, she couldn't find anything to distract her wholly enough from the fears that lurked in the back of her mind.

While the howling winds had died down somewhat, the rain still pounded the roof over her head, and the occasional crack of thunder could be heard in the distance. On top of this, there were still the shadowy corners of the room and the dark forms of its furniture to worry about, each one a potential hiding place for some sort of unseen danger. Despite scanning that room a hundred times and seeing not a trace of a chainsaw anywhere, Fluttershy could not get the horrifying images she had seen on the silver screen earlier out of her head.

After making yet another inspection of the room, Fluttershy looked to her side, where the one thing that had even come close to calming her lay, sleeping peacefully. Her mother had been lucky, she thought; she had fallen asleep less than ten minutes after closing those big, beautiful eyes of hers. The woman was lying on her side, facing her daughter, granting Fluttershy a clear view of her serene visage. Fluttershy pored over those familiar features, over those soft cheeks, that little nose, and those slightly parted lips. She listened to the sound of her soft breaths, trying to lose herself in their calming rhythm.

It almost worked. As Fluttershy lay there, listening to those breaths, watching the gentle rise and fall of her mother's massive chest, she eventually felt the warm haze of sleep surround her. Before it could fully take hold of her, however, it was dispelled by the boom of a particularly loud thunderclap. Fluttershy let out a tiny squeak of terror as she reflexively snuggled up against her mother, scrunching her eyes closed.

When the moment of panic had finally passed, Fluttershy slowly opened her eyes again, and realized several things in quick succession. Her bare feet had made their way to her mother's, and were currently huddled up against them. Her thick thighs were rubbing up against her mother's, subconsciously squeezing one of those tree trunks between them. Her ample breasts were lightly squished against her mother's more-than-ample pair, only a couple thin pieces of fabric separating their soft, warm flesh. Finally, her lips, still quivering slightly, were only a few short inches away from her mother's, so close that she could feel her mother's breaths caressing them.

Fluttershy's cheeks reddened as her panic was quickly replaced with another powerful emotion. She tried to look away; she tried to move away, retreat to a more appropriate distance, but she could not. She was frozen there, paralyzed by the sight, the sound, and the feel of her beautiful mother. She knew it was wrong; she knew that she was flirting with a line that she should not be crossing. A loving hug, a peck on the cheek, a gently held hand...those sorts of things were appropriate for a young woman to do with her mother. To cling to her so openly, so boldly, however, to gaze long and hard at those twin mountains of feminine flesh, and at those big, plush lips...she had not done such things for a very long time.

She could barely remember them, those long-gone days when she had been a tiny little tot, and her mother had been one of the few people in the world that she had not been shy around. She could remember taking warm bubble baths with her, during which her curious toddler's mind, still ignorant of such concepts as privacy and personal space, had compelled her to explore and play with the mature woman's body. She could remember her mother rocking her to sleep while she rested her head on those convenient pillows she carried beneath her shirt. She could remember smattering her mother with innocent kisses, not just on her cheeks, but on her nose, her neck, and even those luscious lips, lips made for kissing.

A wave of feelings came rushing back to her along with those mostly forgotten memories, feelings of warmth, of comfort, of safety, and of unconditional love, feelings more powerful than any of her fears, or any of her shames. She reveled in those feelings as they swept through her, slowly filling her up from head to toe. In a matter of moments, she had been completely and wholly disarmed, the girl losing herself to the innocent, needy mindset of the little girl she had once been. She didn't care if it was wrong, she didn't care if it was embarrassing, and she didn't care if it was childish; she wanted to feel those feelings again. She wanted to feel the warmth, the protection, and the love of her mother's body once more.

Fluttershy hardly noticed her head move forward, moving her lips at a snail's pace towards the pair lying just in front of them. She hardly noticed her eyelids droop, soon closing completely. All she was aware of in that moment was the euphoric sensation of her mother's flesh pressed against her own, and the feel of her mother's breath on her skin, beckoning her closer. She breathed in those same breaths as the distance between them shrunk, slowly but surely, before eventually vanishing entirely as two sets of full, feminine lips met in a pure, loving kiss.

Fluttershy shuddered as the warmth of those lips, those incredibly soft, unbelievably plush lips, radiated throughout every inch of her body, as if she had just stepped into a hot shower. Any remaining reservations she might have had were melted away by that warmth, her deep longing driving her onward as she leaned further into the kiss. Her lips moved of their own volition, slowly caressing those of her mother and gently mashing against them. She allowed her instincts to take over, merely lying there and enjoying those sweet sensations as the kiss gradually deepened. So thoroughly did she lose herself in that pleasure that it took her a few moments to notice when her mother's lips began to kiss her back.

When that fact finally managed to work its way into her hazy mind, her eyes flew open, and she yanked her head back, gasping as the kiss was broken. Her heart pounding, she immediately looked up at her mother's eyes and saw...that they were still closed. For several long moments, she stared at those eyes, watching for even the tiniest trace of movement, but none ever came. In fact, her mother's face did not budge an inch, save for her lips, which continued to slowly kiss the empty air before them, eventually falling still again.

Fluttershy gulped, then took a deep breath. “Mom?” she whispered.

She waited as those tense seconds ticked by, fearing the worst, but the worst never came. Her mother continued to drowse, lying as still as a stone upon the bed. Eventually, Fluttershy looked back down at her lips, still feeling their tantalizing warmth upon her skin. Dare she try again? Dare she risk it? The rational part of her mind said no, but a much bigger part, a part that wanted nothing more than to feel that soft skin again, quickly overpowered it.

Within moments, Fluttershy's eyes were closed, and her lips had found the loving touch of their counterparts once again. She moved warily, keeping alert for any warning signs as she pressed her lips more firmly against her mother's. Despite this, she boldly pressed onward, fully locking lips with her mother and allowing her tongue to slip out. Her tongue placed several long, slow, probing licks on her mother's lips before venturing between them into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She tentatively explored her mother's mouth, lovingly caressing her teeth, her gums, and her own soft tongue.

When she eventually felt her mother respond, those lips, and even that tongue reacting to her touch, Fluttershy opened her eyes again, but did not withdraw. She saw clearly that her mother's eyes remained closed, and heard her breaths come at the same serene pace that they had been before. Her mouth, it seemed, was the only part of her that had woken, her lips and tongue acting on pure muscle memory as they drowsily returned her daughter's kiss.

Calmed by this revelation, yet further excited by the realization that she was engaging in such a carnal act with her own sleeping mother, Fluttershy continued, letting her eyes fall closed again and further deepening the kiss. Her tongue met with her mother's, which touched her as slowly and gently as a mother would touch their infant child. Fluttershy moaned softly as the two swirled around and slid over each other, finding bliss in even the tiniest movement.

Emboldened by her mouth, the other parts of Fluttershy's body soon joined in, each seeking to feel her mother's body for themselves. Her little toes explored her mother's feet, sliding over her silken soles and her smooth heels. Her legs wrapped themselves around one of her mother's pillowy thighs, squeezing that massive hunk of plush flesh in a firm, but loving grip. Her arms snaked around her mother's middle, embracing her and pulling her closer. Both women moaned softly into each other's mouths as the tender flesh of their breasts was squished even more firmly together, those four teardrops compressing into much rounder shapes.

Every part of her mother's body offered some new experience; every inch of her provided some unique sensation, all of which Fluttershy cherished beyond belief. She could hardly have described the strange, yet nostalgic comfort that swept her up and cradled her in its protective, motherly influence. She really did feel like a child again, so carefree, so safe, concerned with nothing but enjoying the woman she loved more than any other in the world. It was a pure, innocent, childish kind of love, despite the scandalous means by which it manifested itself.

Of course, Fluttershy was not a child, she was a young woman, and so had, deep down in her hormone-filled teenage body, a very different kind of love simmering as well. It started out small, merely a quiver and a clench of her sensitive flesh, but continued to grow with every second she spent exploring her mother's mouth...and every other part of her. Before long, she could feel the ache between her legs, and feel the heat spreading throughout her body, setting her skin aflame. Her hips moved of their own accord, slowly grinding against the warm flesh of the thigh currently separated from her moistening loins by only thin fabric. Her hands wandered across her mother's sleeping body, moving up to caress her bare shoulders, her back, and her arms, before moving down again, heading towards her huge, juicy rear. She explored every inch of those jiggly cheeks, grabbing great handfuls of flesh and squeezing gently, but firmly.

Her body was soon consumed by her lust, eagerly seeking out warmth and sensual pleasure wherever it could find it...perhaps too eagerly. Despite her mother's greater body mass, Fluttershy's increasingly heavy petting eventually overcame her inertia, upsetting the precariously balanced woman. The first sign of her mother's change in position came when their lips were pulled apart, leaving only a thin strand of saliva connecting them. Fluttershy's eyes slowly opened, and she realized what was happening just a second too late to do anything about it. She watched in slow motion as her mother flopped over onto her back, her plump body wobbling as it settled into its new position.

Fluttershy froze and held her breath, watching in silent terror as her mother's moist lips formed words.

“Flutter...shy,” breathed the sleeping woman. “My...baby.”

Fluttershy waited, listening to the pounding of her heart and the slow, rhythmic breaths of her mother. When a minute had passed and her mother had not stirred again, Fluttershy silently released her breath, thanking her lucky stars.

As her heart rate returned to its previous cadence, she looked over at her mother, a brief moment of clarity coming to her. She knew she should stop; she knew she had pushed things too far, and that only disaster could come if she persisted. Her mother would wake up eventually, and then...she didn't want to think about what would happen then. She tried to order her lustful body to release its prize, but it refused to listen. Rather then uncoiling themselves from the motherly flesh they clung to, her limbs squeezed even tighter, dragging her up and on top of her mother. With their bodies pressed together again, and their foreheads gently resting against each other, Fluttershy looked down at her mother's face.

She knew she should stop...but she just didn't want to. She didn't want to crawl back to her side of that great big bed to sleep all alone; she wanted to stay right there where she was. She wanted to touch and kiss and love her mother, just like she had all those years ago. She wanted to be her mother's little girl again, if only for one night.

Fluttershy closed her eyes and leaned in once again, commencing another slow, passionate kiss. Her mother's unconscious body responded on cue, kissing her back just as tenderly as before. As they kissed, Fluttershy continued to gently hump her mother's leg, and brought her hands up to her mother's face, holding it and caressing those soft cheeks of hers. Her hands explored those soft features, slowly moving down over her chin, then her neck, then down to her chest. As her hands slid into the deep chasms formed by the meeting of four enormous breasts, she shivered. When she placed her palms right at the center of her mother's massive mammaries and gave them a slow squeeze, her mother moaned softly into her mouth, but did not wake.

Fluttershy marveled at how deeply her fingers sunk into that ocean of flesh, and whimpered as she felt that incredible softness. The echoes of deeply buried memories rang through her mind as she lovingly pawed as those breasts, memories of touching, of nuzzling...and of sucking. She realized that she would never be content with such obstructed contact; she needed to see them in all their glory, feel them against her skin, and seek the comfort they had granted her all those years ago.

Fluttershy's mouth separated from her mother's with a soft, wet pop, her mother's tongue giving chase for a moment before begrudgingly withdrawing. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her mother's chest, seeing the two thin straps of the garment that kept her from her goal. Her hands quickly emerged from within the fleshy canyons, making their way up her mother's chest to her shoulders. She quickly pushed herself up and off of her mother's chest, allowing her easier access to that which she sought. Grabbing one strap in each hand, Fluttershy gulped, then slowly pulled them down. The straps passed over her mother's shoulders, then slowly worked their way down her arms, pulling the rest of the garment along with it.

As the soft fabric of the nightgown was pulled down, exposing the precious treasures it contained, Fluttershy's eyes widened and her mouth hung agape. With every tantalizing, mouthwatering inch of that massive acreage that was exposed, Fluttershy's heart beat a little bit faster, and her aching womanhood throbbed a little bit harder. By the time that fabric had climbed to the peaks of those twin mountains and begun their descent down the opposite slopes, Fluttershy could feel the last bits of self-control in her mind slipping away. By the time the fabric had reached her mother's soft tummy, Fluttershy was lost to the hypnotic spell of her mother's body.

She gazed in awe at those colossal hemispheres of pale flesh that slowly rose and fell in time with her mother's breaths. Her eyes darted to and fro, struggling to take in every inch of their sheer enormity at once. She pored over their curves, their slopes, and those places where the soft skin squished and folded against itself. Most importantly, she stared at the two huge, pink areolae that crowned those breasts, noting immediately that the little nubs that should have stood at their centers were currently hiding beneath the pucker of her flesh.

The sight of those shy little nipples sent Fluttershy into a frenzy for which there was only one cure. With a shuddering moan, she quickly scooted down, putting herself at eye level with her mother's beautiful breasts, then plunged straight into their depths, burying her face into the deep valley between them. She was immediately smothered by soft, warm flesh, but she only pressed onward, whimpering needily as she nuzzled her face more deeply into it. Her eager hands quickly made their way to those breasts as well, seizing handfuls of flesh and squishing and squeezing to their hearts' content.

Fluttershy's hips bucked quickly and sporadically as her little mind was overwhelmed by the intense carnal euphoria her mother's body provided her. Her body quivered, and adorable little whimpers and moans escaped her lips as she placed sloppy tongue kisses all over those breasts. Moving on pure instinct, Fluttershy's lips licked and kissed their way up the side of one of those mountains, soon reaching its peak. Her eyes cracked, and she looked upon the spot where her mother's nipple should have stood tall and proud. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and lapped at that sensitive areola, whimpering in anticipation. Her efforts were soon rewarded, however, as she saw a thick, pink nub slowly emerge from within the folds of her mother's breastflesh, soon swelling to a mouthwatering girth.

Fluttershy quickly wrapped her lips around it, taking that stiff nipple deep within her mouth with a good, hard suck. Guided by some of her oldest instincts, that little girl eagerly lapped and suckled at her mother's teat, seeking the warm, creamy nourishment it contained. While no delicious milk filled her mouth, the primal needs of her mind and body were more than satisfied by the warmth, the softness, the taste, and sounds of soft moaning they were treated to...for the most part. One part of her body in particular, the part that was largely responsible for her loving assault in the first place, was still not wholly satisfied.

Still hidden beneath her soft pink panties with the bunnies on them, Fluttershy's sopping little pussy was aching to feel her mother's bare flesh for itself. Her hips humped furiously in an attempt to appease it, but every thrust, every jolt of pleasure that arced through her body only made it want more. The needy ache soon grew so great that even the heavenly expanse of her mother's breasts could not distract Fluttershy from it. Seeking to quell the fire burning in her loins, Fluttershy regretfully removed her hands, but not her face, from those breasts, reaching down towards her mother's thighs. She grabbed the bottom of her mother's nightgown and quickly worked it up her legs to her hips, exposing every inch of succulent flesh those thighs had to offer. As soon as she was done, her hands moved to her own hips, seizing both her pants and her panties and yanking them down over her plump, round bottom. She shivered as the cool night air kissed her hot, wet lips, but did not pause as she pushed her clothing down to her knees. With the last barriers between her and her mother's flesh removed, Fluttershy lowered her hips back down, pressing her lips against the thick thigh beneath them.

The intense surge of pleasure that shot through her as she felt that indescribable softness against her most sensitive spot made Fluttershy release a shuddering moan, the noise thankfully muffled by the mouthful of equally soft flesh she had latched onto. Her body immediately reacted to the touch, her legs tightly squeezing her mother's and her hips resuming their thrusting, bucking wildly and needily like those of an adolescent just discovering the pleasures their body could give them. Every collision of their flesh produced another wave of pleasure, each one slamming against her mind and gradually wearing away her resistance.

That is not to say that she was making any effort to resist the never-ending torrent that threatened to drown her in ecstasy, however. She welcomed it all, every bit of it, allowing it complete access to her mind and body. She didn't care about holding back or impressing anyone; she knew what she wanted, and she wasn't going to let anything stand in her way. She wanted to lick, she wanted to kiss, she wanted to suck. She wanted to nuzzle, she wanted to squish, she wanted to squeeze. She wanted to feel the jiggles that ran through her mother's body every time she slammed her own body against it. She wanted the hot, burning energy welling up inside of her, swelling her like a balloon, to keep on growing, filling her up until she popped. Thankfully, she did not have to wait long for that.

Fluttershy threw her arms around her mother and squeezed her tightly, pressing herself so deeply into the breast she suckled that she could feel that soft skin on every inch of her face. Her tongue moved with the speed and ferocity of a starving animal, covering that nipple and the surrounding skin with a thick coating of her own saliva. An endless stream of muffled moans and whimpers flowed from her lips, filling her ears and drowning out all other noise. Her hips moved faster and faster, grinding harder and harder against her mother, pressing her lower lips deeper and deeper into that plush flesh. Again and again the pleasure hammered into her, chipping away at her mind, pushing her to the absolute limits of her endurance. Then, with one final, mighty slam of hips against leg, that little girl was sent hurtling over the edge of that precipice and into the world of pure love and lust beyond.

All ten of her little toes curled, and her legs clamped onto her mother's with the strength of a vice, ensuring their flesh would not be parted as her hips rattled and shook like an old shack in a hurricane. Her sopping, aching lips clenched and spasmed as all of the pent-up energy in her quivering body was simultaneously vented through them in the form of her hot liquid love. The muscles of her arms were like iron, holding onto her mother so tightly that it would have taken a crowbar to separate the two. Her face, still smothered in a sea of breastflesh, contorted in ecstasy, her mind-shattering pleasure visible on every one of her features. Her lips never parted from her mother's nipple, not even as a flood of moans and groans issued forth from her throat. Her little heart pounded against her chest so loudly that she could hear its beats throbbing in her ears, playing the music of her love.

She rode that pleasure for as long as she could, holding on for dear life as it carried her to greater and greater heights. She held onto it, feeling every surge as it arced through her tingling skin to her furthest extremities. She clung to it, whimpering when she finally felt the pleasure diminish, each powerful wave slightly smaller than the last. She embraced it, enjoying every last second of ecstasy her mother's body could give her, before at last it faded away. She felt it slip through her fingers, the poor girl too physically and mentally exhausted to stop it from going.

Her clenched muscles slowly relaxed, her weary body going limp as she basked in the warmth of her afterglow. The tight seal of her lips around her mother's nipple was finally broken as she gulped down lungfuls of cool air to soothe her overworked body. She lay there, whimpering as the aftershocks of her climax rippled through her delicate, fragile form. She felt so weak, so powerless, like an infant held in its mother's arms...and she loved every second of it. She absolutely loved that all-encompassing feeling of comfort, of satisfaction, of pure intimacy the likes of which she had not felt in a very long time.

A small smile came to her lips as those warm feelings washed over her, filling her heart and mind. No stormy weather or movie monster could have disturbed the state of perfect bliss she found herself in. After all, she was safe and secure in the arms of her beautiful, amazing, loving mother; nothing could possibly harm her.

Fluttershy snuggled more comfortably against her mother's body, nuzzling her face into the softest pillows in the world. As her exhaustion crept up on her, wrapping her in a cozy blanket of drowsiness, she gladly allowed it to take hold of her and carry her off to the peaceful sleep she had desired, that little girl lulled to sleep by the sound of her mother's heartbeat...and the stroke of a soft, gentle hand on her head.

The bright morning sun shone down on the streets and homes of the city, its light making the rain-soaked grass shimmer. The clouds having all but disappeared, there was nothing to stop that sun from sharing its warmth with the world and bringing smiles to the faces of its people. Although, on one of those quiet streets, in one of those humble homes, lived a pair of women who already had all the warmth and smiles they needed.

Fluttershy smelled the delicious aroma of breakfast wafting through the air as she descended the stairs, making her way to the kitchen. As she stepped into that room, she smiled at the sight of the woman standing at the kitchen counter, currently busy preparing food.

Mrs. Shy looked as adorable and motherly as she always did, what with her long skirt, her cozy sweater, and her thick-rimmed glasses. As she heard the pad of her daughter's bare feet on the tiled floor, she turned and gave her a beautiful, loving smile.

“Good morning, sweetie,” she said, her voice as sweet as that of a songbird.

Fluttershy stretched, her mouth opening wide as she released a long yawn. “Morning, Mom,” she said when she was able. She slowly made her way over to the kitchen table, and to her seat.

“Did you sleep well?” asked Mrs. Shy.

“Yep!” said Fluttershy cheerily as she took her seat.

Truth be told, Fluttershy had slept like a log, awakening that morning feeling more rested than she could ever recall being. She was somewhat surprised, given how much trouble she had had falling asleep the night before. Looking back on it, she couldn't quite remember when she had finally dozed off, only that it had taken quite a while. The last thing she remembered before drifting away had been looking into her mother's beautiful, sleeping face. She remembered certain things from after she had fallen asleep as well, certain peculiar dreams that made her blush to recall, but she had quickly dismissed them for what they were: mere dreams. After all, she couldn't have possibly...

“I'm glad to hear it,” said Mrs. Shy.

Within a minute, the older woman had plated up a warm, fluffy waffle drizzled with syrup and sprinkled with fresh fruit. She carefully carried the meal over to the table, placing it before her beloved daughter.

“Thanks, Mom,” said Fluttershy, smiling up at her mother.

“You're welcome, sweetie,” said Mrs. Shy, returning the smile.

Mrs. Shy walked away and quickly set about cleaning up the kitchen.

“You're not eating?” said Fluttershy after swallowing a bite of waffle.

“Oh, I ate earlier,” said Mrs. Shy.

Fluttershy glanced over at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, seeing that it was actually much later in the morning than she would normally sleep. No wonder her mother had already had her breakfast, she thought.

When the kitchen was presentable once again, Mrs. Shy retrieved her purse from its nearby resting place and adjusted her hair.

“I'm heading off to the farmer's market now,” she said. “Is there anything you need before I go? Anything at all?”

“No thanks,” said Fluttershy. “I'm good.”

“Alright then,” said Mrs. Shy. “I'll be home soon.”

“Bye, Mom,” said Fluttershy. “I love you.”

Mrs. Shy paused on her way out of the kitchen, then slowly walked over to where her daughter sat. She smiled, put a hand on her daughter's cheek, then slowly leaned down.

“I love you too...” she said softly.

Fluttershy reflexively turned her head, presenting her cheek for the customary motherly kiss. Just as her mother's lips were about to make contact, however, her head was gently pulled back to face her, allowing her mother to plant a firm kiss directly on her lips. Fluttershy's eyes widened and she gasped through her nose as she felt the strangely familiar sensation of those lips on her own. The kiss lasted only a moment, but that was more than long enough to set the girl's heart aflutter. Mrs. Shy eventually withdrew, pulling back just far enough to gaze into her daughter's eyes and give her a loving, compassionate smile and a very knowing look.

“...my little girl,” she whispered.

Fluttershy sat and watched, her body paralyzed and her mind short-circuited, as her mother stood, turned, and walked out of the kitchen, humming contentedly and swaying those big, babymaking hips of hers.