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Mommy's Girls (Chapter Four)

“Mmm, this looks like a nice place to sit,” said Carol as she purveyed the scene. She had walked a few blocks until she came upon a park and found just the right spot under a great tree. The grass beneath it was green, the soil was soft, and there was plenty of shade to protect all her exposed skin from the rays of the sun. Well, her skin and her two girls’ as well, whom she had carried the whole way without ever putting down. She continued to carry them as she approached the tree and only set them down once she took her seat, folding her legs underneath her and suppressing a giggle as the grass tickled the flesh in the cleft of her ass.

Katherine wasn’t quite as lucky. A leaf still attached to a fallen twig brushed delicately up her clitoris, eliciting a jump and a shiver out of the naked petite girl. She tossed the offending item away before sitting on her knees, though the nervous look in her eye as she gazed at her surroundings indicated she was still self-conscious. As was how she pressed both hands over her crotch in a way that also covered her breasts. The sight made Carol’s smile deepen. Katy looked so adorable and innocent like that, even though not long ago, she had fingered herself to the point of orgasm in Carol’s arms. The nudist could still feel the black woman’s juices dripping down her stomach.

You’re on your way to becoming a fine Zenrist, my sweet daughter from another mother.

Mindy was faring a little better, which was no surprise considering she still had clothes on. Even so, there was still a level of discomfort in the way she carried herself. Perhaps it was because of the dampness in her shirt. The poor girl had gotten sprayed by Katherine previous orgasm and it no doubt felt strange, alien, and perhaps even unsanitary to feel the vaginal fluids of another woman just cling to her like that. She was still a virgin after all; the whole concept of sex was still a strange and maybe even frightening one. That thought made Carol shiver all over in delight. Oh, she couldn’t wait to see her dear daughter, whom she had nurtured in her womb nearly two decades ago and grew into a gorgeous young lady, turn into a real woman. It was almost enough to make her want to crawl all over Mindy and taste her untouched flower right now!

But, there was something else that she suspected was causing her daughter’s unease, and it wasn’t the unintentional intimate contact she made with Katy’s orgasm. No, Carol sensed it was the teen’s sudden loss of physical contact with Carol herself. The girl, despite her awkwardness at being carried, cherished being held by her mother and yearned to be closer to her on every possible level, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. That much Mindy said when she suckled on Carol’s nipple. And the now sudden distance, as miniscule as it was, was somewhat distressing for her. It made Carol’s desire to seize her again and crush her against her chest even stronger. But that…would have to wait. For now was a time that needed to be spent learning.

Carol reached into her purse and withdrew the most precious book she had ever read, the text that changed her life: the Scripture of Zenriah. Mindy’s eyes followed it closely. “So that’s where you were keeping it,” she said.

Carol raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh? You were looking for it?”

“I…was interested in reading it just a little,’ said the teen with a nervous nibble of her lip. “Just…to feel a little closer to you.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet. Well, you’ll be delighted to know that you’ll be getting to hear a little bit more from it right now. Perhaps when we are done, I will see about getting you a copy for yourself.”

“I…would like that.”

“So…what does this have to do with mother-daughter relationships?” said Katy.

“Simple. There are many passages within Zenrist Scripture that describe the ideal way to deepen the bond between mother and daughter, and considering both your interests in the subject, I thought it would be fitting to educate you. So if you would please,” Carol opened the book, “allow me to tell you the story of Diana and Conceicao.”

***

Diana knew not what fate befell the ship she had boarded. She knew not whether her flags still flew, her mast still stood, or her crew still toiled. She knew not if the vessel had sunk away in the storm. All Diana knew was to cling with all her might upon the splintering shard of wood that was all that stood between her and the crushing, suffocating depths of the raging ocean. She was thrown by the waves, battered by the rain, and stricken by the thunderous claps of the clouds above, as though the heavens themselves too were subjecting her to their bestial wrath. Spiraling tendrils of whirlwinds and tornadoes coiled into the sea to stir its fury anew.

Yet still did Diana cling, determined to live, even as the water burned her lungs, the salt stung her eyes, the wind battered her flesh, and the wood drew out her blood. Yet still did Diana cling to light and to life, even as the sea, the sky, and the night all proclaimed that she die this hour and then the next hour and for all the hours to come. Yet still did Diana cling to light and life and wood and hope when most would fall to despair and grief in the wake of such unholy suffering.

At last, the sea did surrender. Knowing it would never take Diana’s life through its unending fury, it hurled her beaten and bloodied form upon the sands of an isle, unmarked, uncharted, and unnamed by hands of mortal woman and wereman alike. And from there did the storm lash her flesh again, hammering her body with rain and hail and wind and thunder, hoping to crush her upon the wretched earth where the ocean had failed. But even in her fainting and her unconsciousness did Diana hold on, staying strong and refusing to die even as Death itself clawed upon her with its ravenous, skeletal talons. Alas, ‘twas not meant to be, for the Goddess had aught else in store for her.

From high above, the storm abated and from far away, the sun arose. And though Diana did not die, she lay asleep on the beach, still clutching the wood that saved her as the waves crested and rose upon her form. The sun sank and the full moon glowed, and still she did not awaken. ‘Twas only when the sun ascended again the following morn that Diana rose with it. Hungered, hot, hurt, and thirsty, she would surely have perished there on that isle, if not from famine or from sunfire, then from solitude and grief and madness. But when her eyes fluttered open, they fell upon that which would become her salvation forevermore.

The Pillar of Yonah, Yono, Yunu, and Yoni stood before her, just under the trees where the sand ceased and the forest sprouted. The precious artifact, believed to have been lost and destroyed thousands of years ago in the War with the Demoness, was found one and whole by a woman as equally lost and dead as it was. Even from a distance, Diana could see how the relic glimmered and glowed like a gemstone in the sunlight, and in an instant, she was completely enraptured by the sight of it, forgetting the pain of her loss, her lonesomeness, her bleeding, and even her hollowed stomach. All that mattered now was the light.

A breeze blew upon her face, bearing with it the scent of the Pillar, and within three beats of her heart, Diana was upon it! She did not know what it was about the scent, nor could she put to words what it was that it smelled like. All she knew was that the feeling of awe that had struck her when she had seen the light was cast down, and all she could feel after breathing in the Pillar’s scent was hunger. Not for bread or fruit or fish, but for flesh. Soft, heavenly woman flesh that came from over the earth past the heavens and beyond the stars. She hungered for the flesh that all women crave. She hungered for the divine flesh of the Goddess.

Diana circled the pillar and observed the forms of the four sisters whom had selflessly fused their bodies in supplication to Zenriah. She saw how they seemed to writhe in pleasure even though they were made of stone, heard how joyous were their moans even though no air passed through their lips, and felt how warm and wet their carven flesh was to the touch even though the rain of the storm had long since dried. She gazed at the residue as it dripped from her hand, thick as honey. She smelt at it and nearly swooned for ‘twas sweeter than a thousand chalices soaked with milk and berry wine. She lapped at it with her tongue, and in that moment, Diana was stricken! Her clothes felt heavy and burdensome on her form, and so she tore them off! Blouse, skirt, and shoes, she shed them all until she was in naught but the skin she was born in. Then she embraced the Pillar, enshrouded her form around the body of Yoni, climbed upon her until their breasts were interlocked and their flowers were blooming into one another, and she quaked!

Against Yoni, Diana writhed, swaying her pelvis like that of a serpent, grinding her fleshen clitoris with Yoni’s stone one. Tightly she hugged the Goddess’ lover, crushing her great bosoms upon and within Yoni’s chest. Up and down Diana’s tongue flapped on Yoni’s face, scooping up every drop of nectar she could before she kissed Yoni and sucked it out of her sumptuous grey lips. Onward she licked, suckled, pressed, and gyrated, enveloping her form more strongly against Yoni’s. Her buttocks clenched, her nipples scraped divots in the stone, her petals fluttered, her whole being caught on fire…until like a tempest, Diana erupted, spilling her juices all over Yoni’s form before she fell upon the ground.

She would make love to the other sisters that day. Yonah, Yono, and Yonu alike would feel her flesh and her tongue and her cum. And Diana in turn would drink much of the honey that forever dripped down their forms. For no matter how much she took into herself, more nectar would pulsate out to replace it, as though it was leaking from within the stone itself! Such was the blessing Zenriah had given the Pillar when She had thrust it and all four sisters into Her sacred blossom countless centuries ago. Forever would it drip with Her essence and feed every woman who sampled its delectable abundance!

For days, Diana would entwine herself around the pillar. Never far would she stray, not even for food or for drink, for she needed neither. The Pillar provided all she would need to survive and be happy. And as she made love to the Sisters, she would learn more and more of her sacred heritage, of her purpose for being, and most of all, of her Goddess. From that moment on, Diana vowed that she would never return to the world she had come from until it was the Goddess’ once more. For she was no longer a woman of her country of birth. Diana was a Lover of Zenriah, bound to serve and pleasure and love the Goddess for eternity. Such would be her fate. And the fate of the child that had been growing inside her womb the entire time.

Months passed. Diana explored the island that she now saw as her home until she knew it like she knew her own body. She learned where all the rivers and streams ran and where the ponds had pooled. She learned where ripest of fruits grew, where the silverest fish swam, and where the gamest beasts roamed. Her skin bronzed in the everlasting exposure to the sunlight, her earthen hair cascaded ever longer down her back, and her muscled tightened and tautened from her frequent travels ‘round the isle and more from her nightly excursions with the Pillar. But more than anything else, Diana’s belly grew larger and rounder as the child within her expanded and hardened, fed ever more by the sweet nectar of the Goddess Zenriah. More and more did Diana’s belly grow until she could no longer carry it, to which the Goddess via the Pillar said:

“Lay yourself down in the shadow of My wives’ yoni. Tickle your bud and caress your petals and bring your and My light to the world.”

Diana did as she was bidden. She laid herself down before the Pillar, splayed her legs apart and flickered her holy flower with her hand. With her thumb she twirled her rosebud and with deft rubs, she massaged her petals. And so on and on she caressed her self, letting her heat flare and her inner self flutter hotter and hotter until she could take no more and thrust her fingers deep within her self! And with a gush and a burst, Diana unleashed upon the isle her orgasm! It came out in a great torrent, countless drops and rivulets of cherry-scented nectar raining down upon the soil. One wave roared out of her followed by another and then another and then another! Again and again Diana orgasmed until her body was laying within a puddle. And then, with one last flick of her fingers and push within her waist, she burst again!

And there, before Diana, between her legs, nestled in a cradle of liquid love, lay a baby girl. Her quiet murmurs echoed those of her mother, as though she had felt every orgasm herself, every vaginal flutter, every clitoral caress, every nectarine burst! But she did not cry, for no baby cries when she is born in the presence of the Goddess.

But Diana did cry. She cried in joy as she saw her newborn daughter laying in the mire, the sunlight glittering from it like a halo. With gentle hands, she lifted her babe to her chest and thanked the Goddess for delivering unto her this most cherished gift, and whispered into her ear the name that she would carry with her for all eternity.

“Conceicao.”

***

“Did she…conceive a child…with the Goddess?’ said Mindy.

“No,” said Carol. “The child had been conceived before she set out on her fateful voyage. By the time this had begun, no child had been conceived without the assistance of a wereman for millennia.”

“Wereman?”

“A man. Sorry, I get so caught up whenever I read the Scripture that I adopt its terminology.”

“I see.”

“Oh, don’t sound so disappointed, sweety. There’s still much more in the story to go,” said Carol. ‘Now then, where were we? Oh yes.”

***

The Earth tilted and turned, the moon waned and waxed, the sun rose and set, and time continued its eternal march forward. Mother Diana and Daughter Conceicao lived for years on their island, together and alone but mostly together. Mother fed daughter from her breast until she grew, and then she fed her from fruit and root and game and fish. Diana taught Conceicao all she had learned on how to forage from the most fertile of grounds, how to hunt with the sharpest of spears, and how to cook with the hottest of flames. She taught Conceicao all she would need to know to survive and thrive in this land untouched by the Goddess for too long. But still there was one lesson that would elude her. One lesson that would have to wait ‘til Conceicao came of age and if Diana came of mind to teach it.

Over the moons, Conceicao grew from a fragile young babe to a bright flowery child to a stunning young woman. Scarlet hair spilled down her almond back like earthen flame from a volcano, and sprouted from her groin like fire in a field. Eyes green as a forest shone from her womanly visage. Long, slender legs guided her over the sandy dunes and grassy knolls and emerald jungles with the swiftness of the wind. Her hips widened and curved, giving way to matronly angles and a firm buttock that quivered and swayed hypnotically as she walked. On her chest grew two great breasts, as ripe as apples, four times as large, and with nipples as red. And she lived her whole life with every one of these parts of her being exposed to the light and the moon and the wind and the sea and the storm. Conceicao bore a body that had never once been touched or tainted by clothing. Since coming out of her mother’s womb, she lived each and every minute of every hour of every day naked as her Goddess intended. All who laid eyes upon her, every woman and every wereman alike, would have fallen into a deep lust for her that no monsoon could ever hope to douse. But for Conceicao, in all her Goddess-made glory, there was one being whom she considered far more beautiful than every gold-hued dusk she had ever borne witness to.

Her own mother, Diana.

And so when Conceicao came of age, she watched her mother emerge from the river. Wet, glistening all over, light gleaming off her naked skin, and hair clinging intimately to her form, Conceicao felt a stirring within her heart, a gripping within her gut, and a fluttering within her flower, starting from the tip of her bud to the recesses in her womb. And it was then that she knew she could no longer deny what it is that she desired. “Mother, Mother, I am of age, see? I am of age!” She took hold of her bosoms and presented them to Diana, squeezing and pinching her nipples to show how erect they had become. “Are my breasts not ripened yet? Are they not fit for the Goddess?”

“They are,” said Diana. “They are.”

“And what of my yoni?” said Conceicao while she lifted her leg to the sky, raising it higher and higher until her foot hovered above her head. Her vulval lips pealed apart, her labia splayed wide, and all that resided within her was brought forth to Diana’s eyes. “Is it not moist? Is it not blood-swelled? Is it not fit for a Goddess?”

“It is,” said Diana and she took a great inhalation of air to smell and taste the scent of her fruit’s arousal. “It is.”

“Is my body not strong enough to take Her fury?” said Conceicao, dropping her leg and tightening her muscles, presenting to her originator the form she had molded and carved the entire length of her life. “Am I not agile enough to grant Zenriah passion?”

“You are. You are,” said Diana, and she looked upon her seedling with great approval.

Conceicao’s heart seized up and she was forced to clasp her hand upon it lest it burst out of her chest. “Then, Mother, will you grant me audience with the Goddess whom you so love and whom you say loves me?”

“I will. I will,” said Diana, and she took her daughter’s hand and led her to the Pillar from whose shadow she was born.

Conceicao walked with a dance to her step, for she believed that she would lay with the one she loved above all and experience a pleasure with her like nothing else. When they came to the Pillar, she threw her self upon the sand and splayed her legs apart and then she said: “I am ready O Mother of Mothers and Love and Loves!”

“And indeed you are,” said Diana and she stretched her arm to the Pillar. “Maketh your love upon the Four Sisters, and the Goddess will come before your eyes.”

And then she departed. And Conceicao was alone. Conceicao felt her heart freeze, for this was not what she asked for. She wanted not to make love to the sisters of Yonah, Yono, Yunu, and Yoni. She knew them not and cared for them not. She wanted to make love to Mother Diana, the woman whom had been with her for every moment of her life. The woman who birthed her, nursed her, fed her, trained her, held her, warmed her, taught her. All that remained to do with her mother was lay and commune with the Goddess together, and there was not another being on Earth Conceicao would rather lay with than the woman whose womb she had emerged from.

And so she sulked in the sun, unhappy and unaroused, and glared hatefully at the Pillar for which she was sent to lay upon. But as she stared, she thought she saw a glint of something atop its crown. A glint not unlike that which blanketed the Pillar all over from the moisture that dotted its every surface. It is said that the Pillar of Yonah, Yono, Yunu, and Yoni is forever wet with the Goddess’ nectar. So to see a glimmer unlike all other glimmers could only mean that it came from someone other than the Goddess. The glimmer had come from Diana.

With renewed joy, Conceicao climbed the Pillar, eager to seize the droplet of her mother’s essence and take it into her self. But as she lifted her self upon the Pillar’s peak and planted her knees over its stony surface, the crown suddenly gave way and Conceicao plummeted into the Pillar’s innards! She fell with a splash into what felt like an ocean of womanly fluid, for that was indeed what she fell into. The Pillar of Yonah, Yono, Yunu, and Yoni was filled from bottom to top and from crown to toe with the Goddess Zenriah’s vaginal lubrication. And Conceicao was now completely immersed in it, the first woman in an age to ever fully bathe in such blessed splendor!

It poured into her every opening, from her eyes to her ears to her nostrils to her mouth and to her vagina. It tickled her flesh like a thousand tongues, filled her stomach like a thousand fruits, and warmed her core like a thousand flames. It overtook her every sense. She tried to see, but all she saw was cum. She tried to listen, but all she heard was cum. She tried to cry, to climb, to breathe, but all she tasted, felt, and smelt was cum, cum, cum. It was like Conceicao had fallen into a world where there was only cum and where only cum could exist.

And then she heard it. The thundering heartbeat. The pleasured moans. The gentle rippling of velvet all around her. It was the Goddess! Conceicao had fallen into the Goddess’ sacred flower! The wrinkles in the walls gently ushered her forward, and Conceicao found she could not refuse. Through the Goddess’ yoni she swam, pushing forward even as the walls narrowed and the flesh pulled tighter and tighter around her. At last she found the ring of Zenriah’s cervix, pulsating rhythmically as if beckoning her to come closer. And as she crawled forth, her nipples scraping the Goddess’ flesh, the ring widened. Closer and closer she crept until the cervix was contracted immensely enough for Conceicao to fit through.

Conceicao knew not what fate awaited her when she entered that most holy chamber, but she knew that no force in all the cosmos could compel her to turn away. She would have sooner stood on the Moon or emptied the ocean of all its water before even looking away from the chasm opening before her. So into Zenriah’s cervix she crawled and into the everlasting embrace of Her womb did she plunge! The Goddess’ fleshly aperture closed shut behind Conceicao, and thus was her fate sealed.

No words exist in any written or oral language that can describe what phenomena Conceicao witnessed, partook in, and felt. Only through the Divine Tongue of the Goddess can Woman even begin to understand what this destined childe experienced. There in that most holy of places did she live a thousand lifetimes and learned all the physical pleasures that Woman was meant to know. She learned of all the ways to give orgasm via tongue and clitoris and breast and finger and foot and buttock and hair and tooth and word. She learned of Her Goddess’ history and how She fought so hard for so long and sacrificed so much for the sake of that which She loved above all. And most of all, Conceicao learned of the most vital and forgotten art of which she was so symbolically named.

No words exist in any written or oral language that can describe what phenomena Conceicao witnessed, partook in, and felt. All that can be said is that when she awoke, she was lain on the earth, the Pillar was toppled, and all the Goddess’ nectar that pooled within and oozed without it was withdrawn. Withdrawn, but not gone, for it now was within Conceicao herself. And with this great gift bestowed upon her, the now grown woman knew what her purpose was. For Zenriah had spoken to her.

“Go forth, My love, and seek out the one you were made for and that which was made for you. Commune your love for her just as I have communed My love for you and she. Bestow upon her the pleasures of which you are learned and I in turn shall bestow upon you the greatest boon to be bestowed ‘tween Goddess and Woman and Woman and Goddess. Go forth, My love, and fulfill that which brought you and she before Me!”

“I will, my Goddess! I will!” said Conceicao with great joy in her heart. Then she encircled her clitoris, blessed the Goddess’ ground with one final spurt from her flower, and with renewed purpose and enflamed vigor, marched from the beach and into the woods to finally lay claim to that which was rightfully hers.

She walked through the jungle until by a waterfall, she chanced upon her mother sunning herself upon a patch of grass. Diana rested on her back. From her vantage, Conceicao spied how her scarlet nipples stood strong toward the heavens, how wide her legs were splayed, and how pearlescent her sacred rose’s petals shone in the sunlight. In her slumber, Diana dreamed dreams of endless honey and dew, and in staring at her, Conceicao too dreamed dreams of honey and dew from the woman she treasured most. And she knew now was the time to blend dreaming with the waking world.

Atop Diana she climbed and Diana awoke instantly. But whatever protest she had was forever silenced when Conceicao laid a kiss upon her. Lips were locked, tongues were twirled, and naked flesh was laid upon naked flesh. Mother and daughter made love that day and that night and that day that followed. They crushed their bosoms upon one another, flickered their nipples before suckling upon them, entangled their legs, gripped their hands, and blossomed into one another again and again and again. Diana drank of her Conceicao in both her lips, and Conceicao drank of her Diana from both her lips in turn.

For Diana, it would have been a shock and a fright to lay and copulate so intimately with the progeny of her womb. But a Lover of Zenriah was she, as was her daughter, and wives of the Goddess eventually grow wise to care not for such Earthly matters. But more than this, Conceicao was no longer just any Lover of Zenriah and never had she been, for the sea and stars had aligned to conceive, birth, and cultivate her to a state of purified grace. She was born to a Lover of Zenriah and as a Lover of Zenriah, wed to the Goddess the moment she touched the sun. Her first breath smelt of Her holy essence emanating forever from the Pillar. She lived every summer, spring, and fall in her natural state, never once knowing the sensation of cloth, leather, or iron upon her skin. She knew naught of the life and way of wereman and earthly woman, seeing and hearing only what her Zenrist mother showed and spake. And now, Conceicao was the first woman to drink of the Goddess and entered that which was most sacred, a feat that naught but the first Twelve Wives had experienced many millennia ago.

And Conceicao showed it all to Diana. She described it in visual detail with every lick and kiss and caress and rub and flick and spark and tickle and spasm and orgasm. And Diana was so overwhelmed that the last embers of her days before she truly awoke faded away. No longer would she care about breaking blooms with her progeny. No longer would she hold her self back from Conceicao. Diana would make love to her daughter the way she had to Yonah, Yono, Yunu, and Yoni countless times before.

But there was one final lesson that Zenriah had imparted on Conceicao. One that She had taught only once and to twelve. And as Conceicao frotted and molded their precious yoni like clay, she put that lesson to fruition.

She would conceive a child with her own mother! It would mark the first such momentous event since the day the Goddess departed from this world.

Months passed. Conceicao’s belly swelled and grew, until eventually, she let out a mighty orgasm that would have quenched a fire! And there, held in Diana’s arms was a babe, who looked much like she did when she was but a youngling. And she asked Conceicao what her name was and Conceicao whispered “Dayana.” And though Dayana did murmur, like her mother before her when she was born, she did not cry.

***

Mindy listened intently, taking in every word that poured from her mother’s beautiful ruby lips. The story she was telling her, it was by far, hands down, the single most romantic thing she had ever heard in her life! A mother and a daughter, living together in solitude, having no one but each other. Then falling in love, consummating, and finally bearing a child to raise. All by the mandate of the Goddess, of course, who guided Diana and Conceicao to Her and then to each other, forging a destiny for them to find fulfillment in each other’s arms, breasts, bodies, and vaginas. Glancing over at Katie, who was masturbating passionately to the story, Mindy finally understood why the black girl was so enamored by the idea of mothers loving and laying with their daughters. Hearing that story made the teen realize just how right it was!

She closed her eyes as she imagined what it would have been like if she was Conceicao and her mother was Diana. They would live together on a jungle island paradise. It would just be them and no one else in their own personal Garden of Eden. There would be nothing between them; no secrets, no lies, and especially no clothes. Mindy and Carol would live every minute of every day naked as the days they were born. They would share everything: food, water, shelter, warmth, and love. When they embraced, Mindy would feel nothing but the soft flesh and strong muscles of her ever-loving mother. Then the day would come when they would unleash their feelings for one another. Carol would hold Mindy in her arms, kiss her deeply on the lips, and then…she would make love to her. They would make love everywhere; in the shade of the forest, on the crashing waves of the beach, in a field of flowers fluttering with butterflies, perhaps even in the middle of a lake or at the bottom of the ocean. And then…with help from the Goddess, Carol would impregnate Mindy! She would give birth to a little one of her own, whom she would raise with her beloved mother and wife, on that island, where they would all live together, with nothing to separate them, forever and ever and ever!

Mindy sighed dreamily and clasped her hands over her heart as the fantasy played out in her head. She could feel the organ beating rapidly just under her breast, causing everything in her whole chest to swell, including her nipples. The teen never imagined anything in this world could ever fill her with more emotion than—

Wait a minute, nipples? Mindy opened her eyes, looked down, and instantly blanched. She was naked! Every article of clothing she had been wearing was off her body, including her shoes. How on Earth had—she very nearly slapped her forehead. The Scripture! Every time I’ve read or heard it in the past, I…I took my clothes off without realizing it! Why do I keep forgetting that?!

She squealed and prepared to slap her arms across her chest, but froze immediately when Carol’s smiling visage suddenly ascended into her field of vision. The older woman was crawling to her like a feline on the prowl. Her movements were fluid and graceful. Her rear was arched so high that Mindy could make out the shape of her butt cheeks, curving in a way that resembled the upper half of a heart. And her face was gazing expectedly up at Mindy with a look of sultry lust.

“Did you like the story?” Carol said in a husky whisper as she drew closer to her daughter, raising her head and pushing herself upward like a cat expecting to be petted.

“I…I did,” Mindy stammered.

Carol licked her lips, slowly, as though she was savoring their sweet taste. “What was your favorite part?” she asked, pushing herself closer to Mindy. Mindy couldn’t even begin to conceive an answer. “Was it when Diana shucked the clothes off her body for the final time in her life so that she could fuck the sisters on the Pillar?” Carol slid her arms closer together, squeezing her breasts against them. “Or perhaps it was when she gave birth to her wonderful, beautiful daughter in the wake of a giant orgasm!”

“I…I…”

“Or maybe…it was when Conceicao climbed aboard her sleeping mother and fucked her by the waterfall. Was that it?” She raised her head even higher and puckered her lips, as if inviting Mindy to kiss her.

“AAHHH!” Unfortunately, Mindy was not that suave. Being so close to her mother, her beautiful, wonderful, loving, sexy, sensual, and completely naked mother while completely naked herself was…it was getting too real for the teen. So like a klutz, she tried to pull away and only fell backwards.

“Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm.” Unfortunately, whatever distance she hoped to put between herself and her mother was brief, for the older woman simply took advantage of her prone position to crawl on top of her, giggling impishly all the while. Mindy held her breath as she felt patches of Carol’s skin brush against her body, then clamped down on her lip when her mother’s breasts made contact with her own and started to slide forward. The flesh on them was so soft yet firm, and yet her nipples were hard enough to tickle her sensitive flesh. And when they brushed against Mindy’s own hardened nipples, it was all the girl could do to keep herself from crying out. Like a serpent, Carol moved over Mindy’s form until she was nearly face to face with her daughter, at which point she stopped and stood over the teen as still as a statue, with the only movement on her coming from the faint jiggling and swaying of her overhanging breasts.

“You can’t run away from these feelings of yours anymore,” said Carol. “And nor should you. Because as illustrated in the story I just told you, the feelings you have for me must not be denied. They are yours. They are real. They are right. They are natural. And,” she licked her lips again, “I have them too.”

Mindy could feel her heart hitch up in her chest. “You…do?”

“Yes, pumpkin. I loved you the moment you came out of me.” For emphasis, the nudist lowered her waist and her hips upon Mindy’s form, pressed her groin on the teenager’s bare leg, and rolled it around so that the younger girl could feel every individual fold of Carol’s vagina. The vagina that Mindy had emerged from nearly two decades ago. “No, I loved you even before that, while you were still growing inside of me. I loved you for the course of your entire life, from when you were a baby to when you finally became an adult. And now that I’ve in turn matured to the next stage of my life by converting to Zenrism, I believe it is time we move our own relationship to the next level as well.”

Without waiting for an answer from her progeny, she placed a hand on the valley between Mindy’s breasts and slid it down the length of her torso with all the lightness of a feather. Mindy had to bite her lip again at the sensation as she felt goose bumps rise on every centimeter of skin Carol’s fingers touched, and she nearly drew blood when the older woman’s hand finally came to rest over her crotch. Fingers lay planted on either side of her slit, pubic hairs were gently stroked and brushed by her palm, and one particular digit seemed to be pressing against the teen’s moistening lower lips, as if it was trying to coax them open.

“The next…level?” she whispered.

“Yes, the next level. Kind of like in some of your video games.”

“M-Mom!” Mindy murmured half-embarrassed and half-amused at how her mother just had to ruin the mood like that. Some movement in her peripheral vision stopped her flat, and it was then that the teenager remembered she was not only very naked and getting seduced by her mother, but that she was very naked and getting seduced by her mother in public. People were passing by her. People were watching her! And probably taking photos and shooting videos to upload online. For all she knew, some of these people could have been her classmates! If she could have, she would have curled up into a ball right now.

“Don’t look at them, pumpkin. Look at me,” said Carol, snapping Mindy’s attention back to her mother’s face. “I am the only thing that matters right now. No, this thing between us, it is what matters. Not what some strangers and possible acquaintances think.”

Mindy did as she was bid and looked into her mother’s eyes. Her dark, brown eyes that now carried a wisdom that betrayed her otherwise youthful appearance. Mindy loved those eyes. She loved the nurturing warmth they exuded. She wanted nothing more than to fall into them and never come out. But what truly excited her now was how they were currently laser-focused on her. Her and no one else! That was all Mindy wanted! She wanted her mother to look at her the same way she looked at her many assorted lovers.

Because I want to be one of her lovers!

Carol began to stroke Mindy’s crotch with her fingers, lightly, delicately, as if Mindy’s sex would shatter like glass if she so much as blew on it. She caressed the sides of her vulva with her ring and pointer fingers, tickled the actual lips with her middle, and pressed her thumb along the groove as she sought out the teen’s sprouting love bud. Mindy spread her legs out just a little bit to peel the lips apart and make it easier for her mother to find her. Ah, and Carol picked it out right there, peeking out of Mindy’s hood like a shy kitten in a box. Mindy tensed up when the older woman pressed her thumb on it, feeling a sharp jolt that could only be described as electrical. Carol pressed on it again, then twirled gentle circles around it, and all Mindy could do was rear her head back, moan quietly, and splay her legs out even more. The Zenrist priestess’ smile deepened at the sight, as did her middle finger, which she sank up to its first joint into her beloved daughter’s sacred organ.

“Uhhh! Ahh! Uhhh!” Mindy moaned as her mother’s ministrations continued. Within her vagina, she felt her mother’s finger wiggle around while her thumb stroked harder and faster circles onto her clitoris. Carol soon pressed her whole hand upon her daughter’s groin, sliding her finger up to its first knuckle into her and applying the full weight of her palm on Mindy’s sensitive love bud. “Oh Goddess!” the girl gasped at the sudden tingle that just exploded inside of her. “Oh Goddess!”

Carol worked faster than before. She rubbed harder on her daughter’s womanhood, stroking the full bloom with her entire hand while she thrust her finger into the hole in and out with growing speed. The girl’s pussy felt tight around the digit, very tight, informing the priestess just how untouched she truly was, even as the silken flesh throbbed, twitched, and oozed more wetly all around her. It reflected the greater movements going on everywhere else in the girl. Her hips were bobbing and gyrating with her mother’s movements, her thighs were pumping rhythmically inward and outward, her head was thrown back, her mouth was opened wide to make way for the moans flowing out of it, and her breasts were jiggling beautifully with the rest of her torso.

“AH! AH! AH!”

Carol couldn’t resist them. With a lick of her lips, she descended upon those impressively-sized mounds and seized them into her mouth! She took one nipple inside of her and rolled it around with her tongue before sucking hungrily on the gem-like nub. Mindy let out a strained “MMM!” and arched her back in response, which only pressed the bouncy ball of flesh more sumptuously into Carol face. Carol let it go and immediately went for the other nipple, coating it in saliva as she lapped at it ravenously before once again sucking it between her lips like a babe hungry for nourishment.

“MMMRRRHHH!”

Mindy was tingling all over now. In her nipples, in her breasts, up her spine, in her thighs, and especially all throughout her vagina. Her mother was slipping ever deeper inside of her, the full length of her middle finger now tickling what was likely the full length of her vagina! She’s inside me, she thought in between her ecstatic murmurs. A part of my own mother is LITERALLY INSIDE ME! That realization only caused the storm inside her to rage more ferociously. With a scream, she reared her head back even more until she saw the nearly upside-down vision of naked Katy masturbating behind her…alongside the small crowd of people who were gathering around to watch.

People are watching me have sex with my own mother. People are watching me have sex with my own mother! PEOPLE ARE WATCHING ME HAVE SEX WITH MY OWN MOTHER!

A liquid rush was beginning to erupt in her loins.

AND I DON’T CARE!

“AHHH! HAAAHHHH! AHH!” Mindy howled and screamed as her orgasm, her very first orgasm burst out of her. Warm juices spurted out of her pussy, splattering all over her mother’s hand and dribbling out of whatever crevices they could fit through. By all rights, the girl should have used this moment to stop wiggling around and take a breather. But Carol wasn’t about to let her. She continued to rub her daughter, harder and faster, with the juices only lubricating her sex further and easing the effort needed to rub it. Another finger slipped deep into that wet, squelching hole, tickling the rapidly pulsating folds within and causing them all to thrash around more violently. “GAAAHHH!” Mindy roared, feeling like her whole pussy was being lit on fire.

“Ahhhh, I can feel them,” Carol breathed as she started to rub her own pussy upon the feminine thigh she was sitting on. “All your thoughts, all your feelings, all your emotions…I can feel them flowing into me! Mmmmmmm! I’m moved that you feel this way for me, Mindy. I want…I want even more to make you the happiest woman in the world…even more than I thought I wanted to. Mmmmm!” She propped her arm on the ground to steady her form while she took another hard look into her daughter’s eyes. “But…I want more, pumpkin. I want to hear you tell me how you feel with the voice in your lungs. I want you to verbalize your feelings for me so that I and everyone around us,” she took a moment to meet Katy’s eyes with a meaningful look, “know how much you really feel for me.”

“A-anything,” Mindy gasped. “I’ll say anything you want!”

“Then tell me,” Carol said, grinding her crotch harder on her daughter, “do you love me?”

“Yes! Yes! I love you, mother! I love everything about you!”

“Would you be with me forever if you could!”

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes! I want…I want to be with you all the time, Mom! I want to be with you all the time!”

“Every second of every day?”

“Yes! Every second…of every day! I…I don’t want to know a minute without you!”

“Would you sacrifice your clothing to be with me?” growled Carol. “Would you run around naked all the time to be with me?”

“Yes, I’d…I’d do anything to be with you, Mom! Anything! Even…even be naked forever!”

“Would you marry me if you could, Mindy? Would you become my wife for all eternity?”

“I…yes. Yes, I would love to marry you! I would love to be your wife, Mom! I would love to be your wife and have your babies and raise a family with you! If…if I could…OHHHH!”

“Then,” Carol huffed through gritted teeth, “will you marry me Mindy?”

“Ah…ah…AHHHHH!” Another orgasm tore out of the teen as she hesitated to give her answer.

“Will you marry me?” Carol repeated, more sternly than before as she continued to grind and rub on her ailing daughter.

“How?” Mindy murmured breathily. “How can I…marry you?’

“Convert to Zenrism,” said Carol. “Pledge your body and soul to the Goddess Zenriah. Marry Her as I have married Her. Become Her wife as I have become Her wife. Then we will both become wives to Zenriah. Which means we will be wives to each other!”

Marry the Goddess…and marry her mother. It sounded crazy, it sounded insane, but then again, where was Mindy to talk? She was fucking her own mother in broad daylight with a captive audience. What reason did she have to refuse? Especially while she was being proposed to by the woman she loved with every fiber of her being and whom she wanted to spend her whole life with. “Yes…yes! I will! I will marry you, Mom! I will become your wife! Oh, please, Mom, make me your bride! Make me your wife! I want to be with you all the time, all the time, every second, forever, all the time, all the time, all the—AH! HAAAHHH!” She experienced her third orgasm right then and there.

“Then let us begin,” said Carol, and she stood up just in time for her own orgasm to burst out of her. Heavenly juices poured all over Mindy like rain, splattering against her stomach, her breasts, her hair, and even her face. Mindy unleashed an ecstatic moan as she reared her head back again and caught a few drops of cum with her mouth. They tasted of honey and fruit. Then she proceeded to rub her hands up and down her naked body, rubbing the fluid into her skin to cover as much of herself with it as she could. So focused was she on her task that she didn’t noticed Carol’s sudden descent upon her until it was too late. The priestess kissed Mindy deeply on the lips and lapped at her insides with her tongue, eager to taste both herself and her beloved progeny.

What followed after that could only be described as a crash course into sapphica. Carol shifted her daughter from one position to the next and showed her precisely how she could be pleasured in that pose. She folded Mindy’s legs until her feet were nearly resting on either side of her head, and she ate her sopping wet pussy out while it gaped its widest. She stood the girl up on all fours with her ass tilted skyward and ran her hardened nipples up and down the length of her slit. She pulled the teen close to her, slid her in between her legs, and scissored her there on the grass. Again and again, Carol subjected Mindy to the infinite wonders of the lesbian flesh, and again and again she ripped an orgasm out of her.

Catching the eye of her other “daughter,” who spent the entire session so far sitting off the side playing with herself, Carol grinned deviously. It was time to take both this and that relationship to the next level. Laying her daughter on her back, the Zenrist proceeded to sit on her face and lower her pussy down upon Mindy’s mouth. Now would be the time for the girl to show Carol what she had learned about womanly pleasure so far. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too distracted by the up close and personal view of her mother’s heavenly ass or…the other thing she had planned for her.

Luckily, she didn’t need to fear. For the sight of the wide, pink petals of her mother’s flower descending upon her thrilled Mindy to her very core. Finally, she was going to taste her mother’s essence right from the source! But more than anything else was the realization that she was looking directly into the place where she had come into the world…and that for the first time in 18 years, she was about to go back into it in a small but very intimate way!

The sacred organ closed all around Mindy as a feeling, taste, and scent of velvet, cherry, and honey flooded all over her senses. Only the determination to consume as much of her mother as she could kept the girl from fainting in sheer bliss.

***

Katy watched the sublime event unfold before her. In normal circumstances, she would have joined in on the fun, but in this instance, she was content to simply sit back and let it happen (and jill off to it of course). It was the absolute most beautiful and erotic thing the young woman ever beheld in her life. A mother and a daughter proclaiming their love and devotion to one another as they made love under the shade of a tree. Carol assaulted her flesh and blood from every angle, rolling, grinding, entwining, and kissing the girl with the same passion she gave to every woman she laid with, and even gleefully showered the girl’s body with her own cum. Mindy in turn did nothing to resist her. The raven returned her mother’s kisses, accepted her caresses and tribulations, came with excitable frequency, and reveled in the sensation of being drenched in Carol’s sexual fluids, going so far as to knead them into her skin as if she was trying to absorb them into her pores. There was no shame to be found in either woman; the union they were partaking in was built on raw, unfiltered passion, ecstasy, and love for one another. Pure, unconditional love. The way mothers and daughters were supposed to feel for one another.

So amazing was the sight that Katy couldn’t be bothered to feel any embarrassment for her own nudity anymore. She did feel plenty of other emotions though. Arousal at seeing two lovely naked women pleasure each other so fervently. Happiness for Carol that she was able to live the free, erotic, clothe-less life she yearned so long for and then some. But most of all, Katy felt vindication. Seeing these women, bound together by blood, genes, and family ties, cast off the societal taboos forbidding romantic and sexual unions between them and truly make love to one another confirmed what the young lady knew in her heart since the day she masturbated to that sexy photograph of her own mother: that she was right all along! This was how daughters were supposed to feel for their mothers and vice-versa. They were supposed to love them, they were supposed to be attracted to them, and they were supposed to have sex with them. And the fact that Carol and Mindy were doing it openly, in broad daylight, with a captive audience, all the while loudly announcing their love for another and their intention to marry each other and become the other’s eternal wife, only further justified it. They were telling everyone within eyesight and earshot that this was how things were supposed to be and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

And if…this is what the Goddess Zenriah wants…if this is how the Goddess Zenriah made women to be…and She wants mothers to fuck their daughters and marry each other and have babies together…then I want to be one of Her lovers too!

Carol’s eyes met Katy’s in that instant, as if she had just overheard her thoughts. Even while she panted breathily from the pleasure she was receiving from her daughter, her face remained as sharp and knowing as ever. She raised a hand and wiggled a finger to beckon the black girl over. Katy saw no reason to refuse, so she crawled to the eternal nudist and her just as naked daughter.

Mindy was on her back and her mother was bobbing up and down with her pussy planted on top of her mouth. Katherine couldn’t see much of the teenager’s face; just her lower jaw wiggling around as the girl devoured her mother’s womanhood, maternal juices dribbling down her chin. Katy felt her inner self stir at the sight; the lack of Mindy’s face from her perspective had an almost dehumanizing effect on her, like she was sacrificing her own identity and becoming a machine devoted to the pleasure of the woman who gave birth to her. But she knew Mindy was no machine. For while the girl was licking, sucking, and drinking all that Carol’s maternal flower had to offer without hesitation, her hands were swinging around everywhere. They would reach up and paw at Carol’s form to feel her up, collapse so that she could instead fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples, and slither desperately to her crotch in some vain attempt to pleasure herself before snapping back to her mother. The girl was obviously ailing for euphoria, and she needed somebody to help her.

“Pleasure my daughter,” Carol commanded, pointing a finger directly at the teenager’s spasming sex, with its widened lips displaying a glistening tunnel of bright pink flesh. “Pleasure your sister, Katherine! Do as I say. Honor your mother’s wishes.”

Katherine nodded obediently. “Yes, Mommy. I shall do as my mother commands.” And so she lifted one of Mindy’s legs to give herself easier access to the raven’s groin, licked her lips as she watched the girl’s vulva spread wider, and finally slid her body forward until both their crotches were touching. Then, while still propping herself on the leg she was holding up, Katy began to move. She gyrated her hips, thrust them forward, and bobbed them up and down. Her inner muscles fluttered, her juiced flowed, and her clit sent shockwaves all throughout her vagina and up every bone in her spine. Just like that, the candle previously burning inside her burst into a blazing inferno! “Mmm! Mmm! MMM!”

“Mmm!” Carol threw her head back as her daughter’s licking intensified, no doubt spurred on by Katherine’s sudden intrusion into her hungry pussy. From her place between her mother’s legs, the teen could be heard murmuring excitedly as the black girl grinded ever harder into her.

“Good girl,” heaved Carol as she leaned forward to squeeze Katy’s small breasts and pinch her nipples, eliciting a jolt in the black girl that thrust her clitoris hard against an outstretched fold in Mindy’s pussy. “Fuck my daughter as I fuck her. Fuck your sister! Make her cum, make her cum all the way inside of you! Will you do that for me? Will you do that for your mother?”

“Yes, I’ll do anything!” cried Katy as she gyrated harder into Mindy’s crotch. “I’ll do anything…for…you! Anything…for…Mommyppphhh!”

Carol kissed her ravenously on the lips and whipped her tongue directly into her mouth. Katy found she could no longer talk in this state. So she didn’t bother. She just did everything else that her Mommy wanted her to do. She returned the older woman’s kiss, licked her tongue, held on tighter to Mindy’s airborne leg, and rubbed herself more on the younger woman’s form. The younger woman’s rapidly spasming form. Katy’s clit was aching, her vagina was fluttering, everything was slipping as she grew wetter all over and it was getting hard to stay on her knees and, and, she was…oh Goddess, she was cumming, Katy was cumming, she was cumming right now!

“MMMPPPHH! MMPH! MMMPPPPHHHH!”

“AAGGHHH! AHH! AAAGGGHHHH!”

Katy came. And so did Mindy. They came into each other’s gaping pussies, their juices jetting hard and jetting fast onto the other’s flapping, sensitive folds. Both girls would have surely screamed if their lips were not completely smothered by both of Carol’s own.

“Good girl. Very good girl,” Carol cooed as she finally pulled away from Katy. “Treating my daughter so good. You’ll make a good sister for her. And a good wife for me. Katy, will you marry me too? Will you become my daughter-wife as well?”

“Yes,” Katy gasped, out of breath, her voice nearly a whisper. “I’ll marry you too! I’ll become your daughter-wife as well!”

“Daughter…wife,” Mindy gurgled from underneath Carol, the older woman’s juices bubbling out of her lips. “D-daughter-wife!”

“Yes. You will both become my daughter-wives,” said Carol. “We will live nakedly together. We will make love like this everyday if able. We will love one another forever just as we will love the Goddess forever. And perhaps, someday, you may both even raise more daughters for me! Mindy, we could raise a family together just as I raised you. And Katy, you could become the Mommy for once.”

“Family…daughter” wheezed Mindy.

“Mommy…I…a mommy…”

“We…will…be…ZENRISTS!” exclaimed Carol.

“Zenrists…a-all of us,” whispered Mindy.

“Zenrists…yes,” said Katy.

“Yes, Zenrists. All of us,” said Carol. And she pounced upon Katy, pinned her to the ground, locked her crotch with Mindy’s utterly soaked hole, and resumed the lovemaking.

***

It was all a dream. It felt like a dream. It had to be a dream. Nothing in reality could have made Mindy so happy and fulfilled. But if it had to be a dream, then she prayed to the Goddess that it never end and that she never wake up from it. To be robbed of such a glorious Heaven would be worse than any version of Hell she had ever known.

Sadly, it was not to be, for Mindy felt her eyes flutter open to the sight of a thin comforter lying on top of her. She was back home, in bed, and most of all, no longer in the strong, loving arms of her beautiful, wondrous mother. She sighed sadly at that realization. It wasn’t fair! How come she never got to spend the quality time with Carol she so desperately…

Her train of thought came to a sudden stop. Something wasn’t right. This place…it was familiar…but it wasn’t where she normally slept. She wasn’t in her bedroom, or in the top bunk that she fought her sister for so many years ago. Where was she exactly? Wait…this couldn’t have been her mother’s room…could it?

Someone murmured right next to Mindy, and a brown face suddenly appeared from under the comforter. The teen’s sleepy eyes widened in recognition. That was Katy, her mother’s mom-obsessed girlfriend! What was she doing here? And why were they in the same bed?

“Mmmm,” Katy moaned before suddenly pulling Mindy closer to her. It was then that Mindy realized the black girl was holding her, she was holding the black girl, and judging by the way Mindy’s comparatively large breasts were flattening against Katy’s smaller ones and tingling warmly, they were both also very, very naked. Her heartbeat began to quicken. Could this mean that her experience with her mother in the park had been real after all?

Slowly, gently, Mindy untangled herself from Katherine’s arms, pulled her body away from the sleeping black girl, gave her a pillow to spoon instead, and tiptoed out of the bedroom still naked as the day she emerged from her mother’s vagina (just the thought of which caused her to shudder pleasurably all over). She walked carefully down the hallway of the apartment, where she thought she could hear a sound of water in the kitchen. Holding her breath, the teen rounded the corner and found her mother pouring herself a glass of juice, naked as always.

“M-mom,” she whispered, feeling a surge of warmth spreading from out of her chest. She thought she always loved the woman, but looking at her now just…made it hard to think. Her heart was beating, her breath was slowing, and she thought she could feel a trickle of something wet in her eyes. How could the sight of her own mother fill Mindy with so much emotion?

Carol glanced over at her with a warm, loving smile. “Hi, pumpkin. Did you sleep well?”

“What…happened?” said Mindy. She was still dazed with sleepiness, but she still had to know what she and Carol had done. She had to know that what they had done…was real and not just a fantasy of a lovelorn teen.

“You passed out, sweety,” Carol giggled, her voice as sweet as a trickle of spring water. “All that sex really wore you out. I admit, I might have gone a little overboard, but in my experience, that’s just the way my girlfriends like it.”

“Sex? We…really had sex?” said Mindy. Hope began to rise with in her. Please let it be true, please let it be true, Please Goddess, let it be true!

“Of course, sweety. What did you think? That you just dreamed the whole—whoa!”

Mindy was on her mother in a flash. She couldn’t help it. Just the realization that the events in the park were real after all was overwhelming. Hearing it was no longer enough; she needed to feel it too! After all, this too could have just been a dream as well. Fortunately, Mindy could feel it. She could feel her mother’s naked skin pressing into her own. That confirmed that this was no dream; Carol was real, the love they shared was real, the love they made was real, and so was…everything else.

“Oh thank you!” Mindy cried, her eyes welling up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for everything, Mom! What we did together was…wonderful! It was the best day of my life! I promise, I’ll be the best wife for you ever!” She blinked and pulled herself away, blushing with embarrassment at her outburst. “Er…we are getting married, right?”

“Of course,” said Carol. “Provided you still intend to convert to Zenrism.”

“I…will,” said Mindy. She looked down at her body, still completely unclothed. She knew that converting to Zenrism would mean having to give up clothing forever and run around completely naked for the rest of her life…but if it would mean she’d get to be with her mother forever as her wife…it would be worth it. She was sure she would get used to permanent nudism…someday. “I will.”

However, another thought came over her, one that prompted her to rub her bare stomach. It was concerning the story of Diana and Conceicao and what that could mean now that she had sex with a Zenrist. “Mom…is it possible I might be…pregnant with your child?”

Carol frowned and shook her head sadly. “I’m afraid not, sweety. Conceiving a child with another woman is a gift only Conceicao knows. And she was only able to learn it because she was able to connect with Zenriah in a way no other woman was able to since departing from the world. She was born and raised in a state of grace with as pure a Zenrist upbringing as a woman could get. She was born to a Zenrist, born as a Zenrist, brought up by one, exposed to nothing else but Zenrism, and as close to the Goddess as anyone could get, living her whole life in the shadow of the Pillar, which penetrated Zenriah’s yoni and was forever drenched in Her nectar.” Carol gave her own yoni a nice caress, sliding her middle finger partially into her slit and running it firmly up the length of its groove. “So when Conceicao fell into the Pillar and into the pool of Zenriah’s nectar within, she was able to connect with the Goddess so strongly that she found herself inside Zenriah’s yoni and eventually…her womb. Where she would learn how to create life like the Goddess can create life.”

“Oh.” Mindy looked down with disappointment. Realistically, she knew she wasn’t ready to have children yet; she still had one more year of high school to go through. But…she still would have liked to bear a child with her mother.

“Don’t be disheartened,” said Carol, giving her an affectionate peck on the forehead. “Conceicao might be the only Zenrist who can sapphically conceive children in the world now. But that doesn’t mean it will always be so. Before her, no Zenrist could sapphically conceive a child. And there was a long stretch of time where there weren’t any Zenrists in the world at all. But that could change, given time.” Carol wrapped her arms around her daughter again before pulling her in close. Mother and daughter’s stomachs touched, as did their breasts and their groins. Mindy tried and failed to suppress a shudder at the sensation of her mother’s sheer physical presence bearing down on her. “And when you become a Zenrist, we will have all the time in the world. Because we’ll be together forever.”

“Forever.” Yes, that was what Mindy wanted. To be together with her mother forever. She wrapped her own arms around Carol and allowed the older woman to pull her in even closer, crushing their breasts so tightly together that it sent tingles down her spine. Then Carol kissed her and Mindy welcomed her in, letting the nudist explore her mouth with her tongue while the teen did the same to her.

After a while, the two finally backed away, just in time to hear a sleepy but eager voice say: “Mommy, can I get a kiss too?”

Carol giggled as she looked over at Katy, who was now standing in the kitchen, just as naked as both herself and Mindy, and semi-consciously dragging a pillow on the floor. “Of course! Mommy loves all her girls.”

Mindy watched as Carol embraced her other girlfriend and for the first time that day, felt no jealousy. She knew now that her mother had room in her heart for many women and she had just secured her place in it. No…she always had her place in it. She just hadn’t realized it until now.

But…amidst all this talk about mother and daughters, it felt like there was one piece still missing from this puzzle. Erin! We need to hook her up with Mom too!

The End…for now.

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