Motherlove
NC-17. 08/21/2004.

Dee liked the aesthetic they presented: Jenny stretched out on her side, the only position comfortable for her now, and Dee's body curled to fit the contours of Jenny's distended stomach. Their faces were only an inch or two apart, their breasts softly meshing. Dee curved in a U-shape, her knees prodding at Jenny's thighs.

Dee worried at Jenny's upper lip with her tongue until, finally frustrated, Jenny pulled her mouth firmly to hers. Jenny's free hand spontaneously twisted Dee's right nipple. Dee moaned, bucking forward a little, the friction her own thighs made against her clit causing her to moan again.

Pulling back with a gasp, Dee pulled her body away from Jenny's. "You up for this, sunshine?" Jenny was in the third week of her seventh month. Dee could feel their daughter moving beneath the surface of Jenny's skin, if she tried.

"Have I ever not been up for this?" Jenny answered, the standard response, recently, since Dee had started getting a little paranoid. This wasn't exactly her usual territory. Jenny's hand found Dee's chest again, this time scraping with her nails. Dee shivered.

Resigned, she moved closer to Jenny again, finding a different position. She reached down and brushed one calloused hand over Jenny's inner thighs, those legs parting further to accomodate. Jenny's index finger was now circling Dee's navel, their elbows knocking occasionally. Dee was finding it hard to concentrate on slowly moving her fingers upward, when Jenny's hand was making a steady descent. She closed her eyes tightly and leaned forward, into Jenny, into the space between her swollen breasts.

Dee parted Jenny's thatch of pubic hair at the same time Jenny found hers. Jenny had always been more of a tease; she rubbed two fingers over Dee's labia, one nail purposely catching on the little ring that hung there. Dee was already stroking Jenny's clit, reaching up quickly to wet her fingers in her mouth before returning. They were beginning to rock into each other, a swaying rhythm, like wind in the trees.

"Ah," Dee said, because suddenly two fingers were pressing into her, thickly twisting inside her, and she knew Jenny meant business. She sped up her rhythm, her breath coming quickly, not liking that Jenny didn't seem as far along as she did, not liking to come first. She opened her eyes wide, gripping Jenny's free hand in her own, ducking her head to lightly lap at one erect nipple.

Jenny moaned, for the first time that night, a little wail that might have been Dee's full name--something never used any other time but times like these; Jenny gasping Deirdre, Deirdre was almost too hot for Dee to take. She was virtually riding Jenny's hand, unsure how many digits were even involved at that point.

When she could feel her orgasm begin, the first slow throb of it, she took Jenny's nipple in her mouth, and sucked, hard, and without other notice Jenny was coming too, as a little stream of milk came from her nipple, sweet and different than anything Dee had ever tasted, somehow distinctly Jenny in an indescribable way. Without thinking on it too much Dee found herself sucking, wanting more, as her orgasm peaked and then, slowly, subsided.

After a few moments of residual tremors, Dee pulled back, her slightly astonished face meeting Jenny's wicked grin. "Did you somehow plan that to happen?"

"Sort of. But I left it to you to work out the kinks."

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