Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2023 04:46:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 1 of A Mother's Infinite Love Hello! The usual Nifty disclaimers apply--basically: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com This story features themes of lesbian incest, with depictions of mothers and minor daughters engaging in sexual behavior together. (And yes, I am a man, and so sometimes I probably do get some of the "anatomy" wrong. I do try. But hey, it's a fantasy!) There are multiple characters in this story, including the following: -Anna and her twin daughters, Kaleigh and Skylar -Kristen and her daughter, Mackenzie The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. Chapter 1: Anna My daughters are my whole world. They were born to me on the same day 12 years ago, and I was both surprised and delighted to greet two babies instead of the one I had been expecting. They were so tiny in my arms as I gazed down on them, admiring their matching little hands and fingers, their identical little faces, their eyes open and exploring their new world eagerly. We had lost their father in a tragic car accident just a month before, and I had been dealing with mountains of grief since then, but seeing those two little angels instantly brightened everything for me, giving me a new lease on life and more hope for what life could offer. I took them with me out of the hospital the next day and welcomed them into our home. That first night I had to lay them both in the same crib, next to my bed, since I had not had a chance yet to go out and get a second one. I breastfed them later that afternoon, doing what I had learned to do in the hospital. I was able to feed them at the same time, so that each would be able to suckle on one of my breasts. I gazed down at them in each of my arms as they drank my milk, feeling so much warmth and love for them, as I had never experienced before in my life. I also, curiously enough, felt something else: a kind of ghost of a stirring in my crotch area, "down there," as they sucked. I had heard this was actually fairly common, to find oneself becoming "turned on" while breastfeeding, so I simply accepted that it was happening and I even decided at one point that I might as well "enjoy" it, whenever it happened. My daughters, who I named Kaleigh and Skylar, grew up before me over the next handful of years, all of it happening far too quickly. We had memorable birthday parties, picnics and other outings together, and they had both made it successfully through potty training and language acquisition. They also developed many skill sets, especially in sports where they both seemed to excel. They particularly seemed to thrive on the soccer field, and the teams they were on had won the regional championship more than once. They developed into very pretty young girls, like me in most respects, their blonde hair long and luscious, their eyes big and blue, their bodies lean and their movements graceful for their age. I used to dress them the same for school and in other settings, loving to see them in matching summer dresses and with matching hairdos, sometimes matching my own depending on the day. We laughed together so many times as they grew up, enjoying moments of pure silliness with each other again and again. Personality-wise, they were both really sweet most of the time, though occasionally they could be a little snarky. I confess that they may have inherited this trait from me, as I could be the same way sometimes, but overall they were obedient when needed and seemed to be developing high levels of intelligence and an ability to regulate their emotions in order to navigate challenges in life successfully. I was so proud of them! I used to bathe them together when they were younger, and I would find myself admiring their beautiful, white little forms in the tub as they'd play with their bath toys together or whenever I'd spread soapy bubbles over their skins. They had cute little butts that I found myself wanting to touch, so I indulged myself a little and would linger longer over them whenever I soaped them up. I just admired them both so much, my beautiful little girls, marveling that I had produced them myself! I did not date at all during most of the years that passed between when they were born and when this story begins. I had started though to go on occasional dates, always with men who ended up seeming to be a mismatch with me or with my family in some way or another. I didn't feel lonely, however, since all those feelings would flee whenever I was with Kaleigh and Skylar. They were filling enough for me, as far as being emotionally filling. I was truly happy, loving my girls and our life together. I had no clue, of course, before everything that follows had taken place, how much happier I would become. My story begins one night about a week after my girls' 12th birthday. I was laying in bed trying to get back to sleep, having woken up for no reason at all (that I could tell) about an hour before. This happened to me frequently those days. I think maybe tonight it was because I had an important work meeting the next day--I worked at home, remotely, as a customer service representative for a major company, work I mostly enjoyed, but that could still be stressful sometimes due to having to deal with changing technologies and at times expectations. I finally decided to get up and go to the kitchen, to see if maybe I just needed a change of scenery for a moment and maybe a glass of milk. I got up out of bed, wrapped myself in my robe, and headed out of my bedroom. About midway down the hall toward the stairs leading to the first floor of our house, I would pass by the twin's bedroom. To my surprise, I heard some muffled sounds coming from the other side of their door. I paused and pressed my ear against it, and in moments I was able to hear words, in addition to whatever sounds were also coming through. It was especially strange since their light was off. I could make out some of what they were saying, bits and pieces, including some of the following: "... kiss like ..." "... I like it when you ..." "... maybe we can ..." The sounds, meanwhile, were interesting as well. I thought I heard something smacking, and there was some shuffling of fabric or something of that sort. Puzzled, I pulled away from the door, and was about to move on and head downstairs when I made a sudden decision, one that turned out to be a life changer: I turned the knob and opened the door. To my utter surprise, or maybe even shock, I looked in on the moonlight filled bedroom and saw my two daughters, Kaleigh and Skylar, sitting naked on the same bed in front of each other, their legs crossed, holding hands, and they were locked in a kiss. The moment they heard me open the door, they left off kissing and one of them--Kaleigh--jumped up and immediately ran for the other bed. In moments both of them were beneath the covers and were holding them up to their chins as they looked in my direction, wide-eyed. I flipped on the light switch and we all blinked in the brightness of the overhead light for a few moments before I returned to look upon my daughters. I was at a loss for what to say at first, hardly even comprehending the scene I had just beheld! "Were you two kissing?" I asked then, knowing the answer already, of course, but hardly believing it anyway. Skylar glanced over at her sister, but Kaleigh nodded, slowly. "Is this ..." I began, fumbling for words. "... the first time you have done this?" Again Skylar looked back over at her sister, but this time Kaleigh answered meekly, "No, Mom ..." I didn't know at all then what to say next, except for what ended up coming out. "Ok, go to bed, girls ..." With that, I backed up and flipped off the switch, shrouding the room in darkness again. I closed the door and made my way down to the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of milk. I mulled over what I had just seen and heard, still not seeming to make sense of it. They were kissing, naked, and this wasn't the first time ... ? What did that all even mean? I went back upstairs, pausing for a moment at the girls' door but not hearing anything this time, and then went back to my bedroom where I slipped off my robe and lay back in bed. I again mulled over what had just happened, replaying the scene again in my head. I asked myself: is it normal for sisters to experiment with each other? I never had any sisters myself, only having had brothers, so I simply didn't know. Maybe there was some way or other that I could find out ... ? In any case, perhaps I can make more sense of this in the clear light of day, tomorrow morning ... Another question came to mind: would I bring this up with my daughters? Eventually I drifted off to sleep, not knowing any of the answers.