Dr. Leonard Quim arrived at his office on a warm Monday morning in April. He was a few minutes late, for he'd taken time to drive slowly through one of the new housing developments. Yesterday the local newspaper once more had editorialized against "suburban sprawl," but Dr. Quim felt only satisfaction as he watched new tracts sprout up and new families moving in. Indeed, these morning inspections were becoming a habit. He would drive slowly past the new houses, watching as the men hurried off to work, leaving their families behind. Young mothers. And their young daughters.

The doctor's first patient of the day was already waiting for him. Mrs. Muriel H. sat in the waiting room, clutching her purse. She was thirty-four years old and at five foot four inches of average height, but heavier than she would have liked. Her tits and ass were a bit too big for her body, but not unpleasantly so, and they accounted for the extra pounds. Quim found her pleasingly fleshy and had said so very matter-of-factly the first time she'd been naked in his office, but she was self-conscious about her body, and had covered her tits with her hands. He'd had to pull them down.

Her daughter was with her, Quim noted with satisfaction. She was a slender athletic girl with ancient eyes and blond hair tied back in a pony tail, age eleven. She had a brother, eight.

Dr. Quim walked passed them into his offices. His nurse, Miss Viola, showed Mrs. H. in a few minutes later.

"Please get undressed," he said to her. Viola helped the woman remove her clothing. He noticed the woman struggling against the impulse to cover herself.

Once Mrs. H had settled into the examining table, Viola had the woman scoot forward and then placed her ankles in the stirrups. She cinched them in tightly, then swung the stirrup poles stirrups out, giving the doctor plenty of room to work. The woman's ample buttocks rested right at the edge of the examining table.

"Thank you, Nurse." Viola left the room.

Quim began at her breasts.

"Any soreness or tenderness lately?" he asked as he palpitated first one, then the other, pleased by their heaviness.

"No, I don't think so," she said. He squeezed her nipples.

"Any wetness? Leakage?"

"No."

"None during intercourse?"

Mrs. H. blushed.

The doctor ran his hand down her belly, then felt her thighs. Substantial, but not flabby. A man could certainly lay happily between them. Her pubic hair was damp -- not from bathing, but from nervousness. A glorious smell.

"When are you and Walter going to have another child?"

"I'm not sure."

"But you're trying." He squeezed her fleshy mound for emphasis.

"We're still talking about it, doctor. He's not sure he wants another one."

"Rubbish. You were built to make babies, my dear." Quim's hands encircled the amplitude of her hips and thighs.

"Yes doctor."

"The sooner he plants another one inside you, the better."

Quim pulled a stool over and took up his station between her legs. He swung the examination light into place and switched it on.

"Just relax my dear." He spread her vaginal lips with his fingers, revealing the pink of her inner labia. He ran his finger down between them, from the clit to the bottom of her opening. The flesh parted. Moisture glistened on her tissues.

"You've been overdoing the douche again, Mrs. H.," he admonished her. "I can't do a proper examination if you wash everything away."

"I'm sorry doctor."

"It's not healthy for your vagina. Too much douching floods the garden."

The doctor slipped his middle finger inside her. He stroked gently, first on the left, then on the right, feeling the smoothness of the vaginal walls. He felt her muscles relax, almost with a sigh. He turned his attention to her vaginal roof. His finger traced and re-traced a line from her clit back to the soft mass of tissue just past her pubic bone.

Mrs. H's face trembled.

"Anything wrong, Mrs. H.?"

"No doctor," she gasped.

Withdrawing his finger, he sniffed it, then popped it into his mouth.

"Uhm." He removed his finger.

"You've had intercourse, Mrs. H.," he said, eyeing his patient. "Yesterday would be my guess."

The woman gasped.

"Before or after church my dear?"

"Oh doctor, please, it wasn't me..."

"Shush, my dear, the more seed you get inside of you the better. Doctor's orders."

"Thank you."

"Any progress with...."

"Oh, doctor, I had one, I really did."

"Yes, dear I know. But not during intercourse."

Mrs. H. looked ashamed.

"Now don't lie to me. A doctor," he sucked his finger, "can tell."

She hesitated, but then the truth came out.

"He finished then went right to sleep! Just a couple more minutes. Didn't give me a chance, he really didn't."

"Right then, or later?"

"No, I had too. I was so close."

"And where did you touch yourself?" he asked sternly.

Tears came to her eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with the occasional clitoral orgasm, my dear, not in the short term anyway. The vagina, however, is where we need to concentrate our efforts."

The doctor produced a speculum. The stainless steel glinted in his hand as adjusted the instrument He applied a light coat of lubrication.

"How can you help your daughter into womanhood if you yourself haven't experienced what it means to be a woman?"

Just then there was a knock on the door. The nurse stuck her head in.

"Doctor, the girl is asking for her mother."

"Chrissy? Oh no!" Mrs. H. yelped.

"Now Muriel, this is exactly what I was talking about. The young lady is already eleven," the doctor said. "She'll have her first exam soon. Don't you think it would be better for her to be prepared? Send her in nurse."

The nurse swung the door open and the girl stepped into the examining room. Her eyes shone as she saw her mother on the table, feet strapped up in the air, the doctor sitting between her spread legs, preparing the shiny instrument.

"Hi mommy."

"Come here Chrissy," the doctor said, waving her over.

The nurse led the girl by the hand over to the doctor, who pulls her close, his arm around her slender waist, nestling her with him between her mother's legs.

Doctor Quim ran his fingers over the mother's pubic hair. "You've seen your mother naked before, haven't you Chrissy?"

"Oh yes, many times."

"Baby you haven't!" the mother cried out.

"I have mommy. And daddy too."

"Well," the doctor interrupted, "you know that this is your mother's vagina, don't you?"

"She calls it her pussy. But daddy calls it a cunt."

"Chrissy!" the mother exclaims.

"Now Mrs. H., you mustn't alarm the child over words. Dear," he continues, turning back to the girl, "sometimes it is called a pussy, sometimes a cunt, sometimes other things, but the medical term is vagina. Can you say that? Va-gin-a"

"Vagina."

"Very good. You know that you also have a vagina?"

"Would you like to see it?" the girl asked.

"I would indeed," the doctor said, chuckling.

The young girl pulled up her dress.

"I have panties on."

"I see that." The doctor took hold of the waistband of her white panties and gently pulled them down to her thighs.

"It's not like mommy's. Is that OK?"

The doctor caressed the smooth, bare mound bulging softly between the girl's legs. He could feel the beginnings of her growth, a light overlay of fuzz and a few sprouting hairs. The girl opened her legs ever so slightly to accommodate his large hand.

"Dear, you have a beautiful vagina. One day it will be just like your mothers."

Mrs. H. raised herself up on her elbows to see what was happening. Chrissy held her dress high for the doctor, whose hand moved between her legs as the girl gazed intently at what he was doing. The two huddled together between the mother's legs like father and daughter in a Norman Rockwell painting conferring on a birthday present for mom. Mrs. H. felt light-headed at the sight, as if her darkest and most repressed dreamings had sprung magically to life.

Quim continued to rub the girl, sliding his fingers in the folds between her sex and her thighs, and tentatively running a finger into her little slit.

She leaned closer to him.

"Are you going to examine me the way you are mommy?" The girl pointed to the speculum.

"I am indeed. As soon as you think you're ready."

"Oh yes! Pleaassse!" The girl jumped up and down with excitement.

"Doctor! You can't be serious!" Mrs. H. exclaimed.

"Excuse me for a minute," he said to the girl. He handed the speculum to the girl. "Don't drop it." She cradled the instrument cautiously in her hands. The doctor got up and went around to the head of the examining table.

"Now, who's the doctor?" he said, leaning close to Mrs. H.

"I know, but..."

"Don't worry. I'll let her watch while I examine you. Most girls lose interest."

The mother looked down through her legs at her daughter, engrossed in the speculum. The doctor patted Mrs. H. on the shoulder.

"Trust me dear. She's in good hands."

Mrs. H. nodded uncertainly and settled back on the table. Doctor Quim returned to his position alongside the girl, between his patient's spread-eagled legs.

"You'll need this" she proclaimed, offering him the speculum.

"You're a smart girl. Why don't you stand right here next to me and be my assistant?"

"Oh can I?!"

"Yes, but you must first show me what you know." The doctor took hold of the mother's fleshy mound.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked her.

"You told me already! Mommy's vagina!"

"I mean just this part here," he said, squeezing the pad of flesh for emphasis.

"No."

"The veneris mons."

"Oh."

"And what are these?" pointing to the mother's outer lips.

"The big flaps. That's what Becky calls them."

Quim laughed. "They are the labia majora. Feel them."

The girl touched her mother's outer pussy lips, taking them between her finger and thumb. The slender caressing fingers of her daughter on her sent shivers through Mrs. H's belly.

"See how fleshy and thick they are? and see the hair on one side, but not inside?"

"Oh yes."

Mrs. H. was distressed to discover just how thrilling her own daughter's touch was. Though delicate and tentative, the girl's fingering electrified the older woman's entire body. How could she feel this way? How could she let the girl continue? But how could she oppose the doctor, who knew so much more about women then she did?

"And here," the doctor continued, "we have...."

"The little flaps." The girl caressed the inner gates to her mother's body. "Ahhhhh," Mrs. H. moaned.

"The labia minora," said the doctor. "You've seen them before, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't, cross my heart. But Becky has. Her mom shows them to her all the time, and she tells me."

"What's this?" the doctor asked, pointing to a spot on the wet, open pussy in front of them.

"It's her clit!" Chrissy touched the protruding organ with her finger. It was hard and smooth and slippery, like a marble, and she instinctively rubbed it.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" exclaimed Mrs. H., before she could slap her hand over her mouth.

"Mommy! Are you OK?" the girl cried out.

"She's fine, don't worry," the doctor reassured her. "It just means she's happy that you're such a smart girl."

"Does this make you happier, mom?" the girl asked as she rubbed her mom's clit harder.

Mrs. H. struggled to control herself. Her pussy, her belly, her whole being trembled on the edge, brought there by her own little girl. Her baby! The baby planted in her by.... oh, if they only knew! The memory of the night Arnie's seed had spurted into her, nearly tipped her into a maelstrom of remembered forbidden pleasure. She had rushed home after that terrible sin, a belly fully of his cum, and virtually forced herself on Walter, hoping against hope that if she got pregnant it would be his. She gripped the sides of the table, steeled herself against the lust shaking her insides. Doctor, doctor, please don't make her stop! she found herself cring out to herself. But she clenched her jaw and refused to let the words out of her mouth.

The doctor took the girl's hand and removed it. "That's enough."

"Now just watch," the doctor said, taking the speculum from the girl.

Mrs. gasped for breath, and managed to push back her climax just in time.

With one hand Dr. Quim spread Mrs. H.'s labia minora again; with the other he guided the speculum into her. Mrs. H. felt the metal probe slip into her, slowly filling her pussy (no, "vagina" she corrected herself). The cool steel came as a relief.

Chrissy leaned in close for a better look as the stainless steel jaws disappeared inside her mom. She hugged one of her mother's legs and pressed her head against the fleshy moist thigh.

"Don't worry, mom, he's doing a good job."

"Now you can help," the doctor said to the girl. "Hold the labia minora apart while I insert the speculum to its proper depth."

The girl took her mother's pussy lips, one in each hand, and pulled them apart, revealing the pink glistening flesh clasping the steel tube.

"Put it in more," she whispered to the doctor. He slid it deeper into the woman's vagina.

"How's that?" he asked her.

The girl fingered her mother's vagina again, pulling the labia, majora and minora, one way then another, and then felt all around the speculum, as if her eyes weren't enough to grasp the reality of the instrument embedded in her own mother.

"Now," the doctor said to the girl, "we need to seat it. Like this." He rotated the speculum back and forth in the vaginal canal.

"You try it." The doctor placed the girl's hands on the speculum. She pushed.

"No, like this." He put his hands over hers to show her the right technique. She twisted it, cautiously at first, then more boldly.

The doctor reached under the girl's skirt and patted her bottom. Each cheek fit perfectly into his hand.

"That's it. A bit more," he said to Chrissy.

As Chrissy pushed the speculum deeper into her mother, the doctor slipped a finger between the girl's own legs. Again she accommodated him ever so slightly. He reached under until he felt her slit, then pulled his finger back, dragging it through the tight fold of her ass cheeks, touching her asshole as he did so.

Before she knew what was happening, the heat rose up in Mrs. H. again.

"How's that mom?"

"Oh baby," she moaned, "is that you?"

"OK. That's fine." He sniffed his finger behind the girl's back, inhaling the sweet earthy smut of her bottom.

"Do you see this?" the doctor asked her, pointing to the adjustment. "When I turn this, your mommy's vagina will open up. Then we can take a look inside."

Chrissy leaned in close to see.

"I can't see anything!" Quim said to her, laughing. He positioned the girl on her knees between his own legs. That way she could look up into her mother's vagina from below while he could still see to manipulate the instrument. It also allowed him to squeeze the girl between his own thighs.

Dr. Quim slowly turned the knob, opening Mrs. H.'s vaginal cavity wider and wider. As she was stretched, Mrs. H. felt a strange sensation of being fuller than ever, yet at the same time of a growing void in her belly. Shocking visions flooded her mind: a man's thick cock, a great dane's, red and glistening and dripping with dog cum, and then a stallion's huge leathery member, all thrusting up into her belly.

Chrissy stared in wonder landscape unfolding before her as the doctor pried open her mother's body. She could see the ribbed flesh of the vagina walls, and in the back something round and smooth glimmering in the darkness. Her own pussy tingled, and she clutched herself under her dress, and rocked back and forth, kneading it with an urgency she'd never felt before. The doctor cupped her bottom in his broad hand and pulled her even closer to him.

"There," the doctor said. He adjusted the lamp for Chrissy, at the same time slipping a finger up between her legs.

"Is that me too?" she breathed.

"You'll see for yourself." Again he stroked her little slit. She was wet, her own pussy flowering open.

"You see those lines? Like ribs?," the doctor said, inserting his finger into the open speculum to point. "They allow the vagina to expand and contract. So it can squeeze a man's penis tight enough to make him ejaculate, and still get big enough for the baby to get out."

His own finger was in the daughter's pussy up to the first knuckle.

"And in the back, that mound? That's her cervix. The man's sperm swims through that little hole and into her uterus to make the baby."

The doctor's probing finger found the hymen. Not paper thin like some young girls, but not overly thick either. She would cry out at the moment of penetration, but soothing pleasure would follow immediately.

Chrissy caressed the gaping steel tube embedded in her mother's belly. Her fingers traced its curves, tried the hinges and screws.

"Doctor, mommy's bleeding."

"She's getting her period. Has your mother told you that big girls bleed like that every month, sometimes quite a bit?"

"No."

The girl extended her fingers inside the metal tunnel as far as she could reach. If only the doctor would only stretch her mom a little more, her whole hand would fit inside.

"OK, this part of the exam is completed. Pet your mom's vagina as I remove it."

The girl caressed the trembling moist flesh encircling the instrument.

"Ohhhh," Mrs. H. moaned. "Ohhhhhh. I can't....."

The doctor closed the speculum and withdrew it slowly from the mother's belly.

A sudden thirst rose in the girl's mouth. Doctor Quim caressed the back of her head, gently encouraging her to satisfy herself. Her tongue touched her mother's open pussy, at first shyly then more eagerly licking at the silky wet flesh.

Mrs. H raised her self up on her elbows and gasped when she saw that it was her daughter's mouth on her.

"No, no, no....." she cried out. The doctor took Mrs. H's hand and placed it on the girl's head.

"Oh baby, stop, please stop," the mother moaned, pressing the girl to her, guiding her mouth to her clit. Chrissy kissed the erect organ.

"Take it into your mouth, dear," the doctor whispered to her. She did so.

Quim reached under his doctor's smock and fished out his cock. The tip ran with Cowper's fluid.

"Roll your tongue all around it." Yes, the girl thought to herself.

The doctor stroked his cock with slow deliberate strokes.

"Now lick at it." She did.

"That's it." Just the way she'd seen the dog lick himself between the legs. Her mother's juices ran down her chin like she'd bitten into a ripe peach. The girl opened her mouth wide, and taking as much of her mother as she could she sucked, swallowed, then filled her mouth again.

Mrs. H. pulled on her daughter's head, pressing the girl's mouth into her.

The doctor rubbed his cock against the girl's thigh, leaving a wide streak of Cowper's fluid. "Slip a finger inside," the doctor whispered to her. The girl slid a finger inside. "There's a special place inside your mom, along the top. Just rub, back and forth."

She did.

"Ahhhhhhh, doctor," Mrs. H. moaned.

"Try two," the doctor said, noticing how slim the girl's fingers were. The girl struggled to get two fingers in.

"Wait a second." With both hands he reached under the girl's dress and gripped her slender waist. He lifted her up into the air and down on his lap, her dress catching on his erect cock jutting out between her legs. He lifted the dress over their privates.

"Oh, that's better!" Chrissy exclaimed. Two, three, then four fingers disappeared into the mother's vagina in quick order.

Chrissy's fingers worked inside her mother, intently exploring the passage that had brought her into the world. For Mrs. H. the examining room, the doctor, the table on which she lay, had all vanished. She was aware of nothing except her daughter's warm soft hand crawling up inside her. The mouth of her vagina tingled as the muscles stretched wider than they had in the past eleven years.

Quim felt the girl nestle her pussy and firm round ass down on his belly at the base of his cock. He reached down between her legs and pulled his cock tight up against her. He petted himself, with each stroke pressing his member against the girl's body, delighted at the sight of the young girl slowly working on her mother's pussy. Couper's fluid seeped out of his cock and ran down her belly.

The doctor gently took hold of the girl's hand and showed her how to hold the fingers and thumb together in a point. Her hand quickly slide inside up to the last knuckles.

A wonderful aching fullness crept into Mrs. H., pushing aside the aching void that awoke with her every morning.

Mrs. H. gripped Chrissy's wrist, intending to stop her and push her away, but instead she pulled the girl further in.

"Mommy" the girl urgently called.

"Yes baby, yes."

Following her mother's lead, Chrissy continued to push forward. She felt the muscles encircling her hand resist, then ease. Almost with a "pop" she was in.

"Ohhh baby baby," the mother moaned. Her mother's vagina closed tight around her wrist, strong familiar muscles gripping her hand all around.

Suddenly, and for the first time, Chrissy felt the doctor's member between her legs. She put her hand down to find his own hand already there, stroking. The large strong hand glided up and down, covering and then uncovering the doctor's member to her touch. She took hold of it and he ceased his stroking. She caressed the soft, smooth skin of his cock, and then squeezed the rigid, pulsing member. She imagined that large member sliding into her, its head disappearing inside her own pussy, imagined herself fill up as she now filled her mother.

The doctor felt under the girl's dress with his free hand until he found her budding breasts, firm small mounds each tipped by a hard urgent virgin nipple. He filled his hand with each in turn, feeling their heat and the point of the nipple scrapping against his palm.

"Dear, make a fist inside," he whispered to her. "Move your hand back and forth. Just a few inches." Mrs. H.'s hands massaged her groin, willing her body to take more of her daughter's hand.

"Twist your hand a little bit each time, dear." He placed his own hand on her wrist and showed her how.

"Oh yes, just like that," Mrs. H. cried out. She shoved her belly forward to meet Chrissy's thrusts.

"Do you know what this is called, my dear?" the doctor whispered in her ear.

"What?" she whispered back.

"Fucking. It's called fucking, dear."

"Oh doctor, is this it? I'm fucking mom?"

"Yes you are."

"I'm fucking you, Mommy," the girl called out, "just like Daddy fucks you."

Mrs. H.'s vagina convulsed, squeezing Chrissy's hand so hard the girl cried out.

"Babyyyyyy, I'm cominggggg," the woman screamed. Another spasm and then another, a wave of hard powerful contractions. The doctor's cock leaped against Chrissy's belly, jetting thick hot sperm on to her tits and belly. He hugged her tight, wrapping her in his arms.

Mommyyyyyyy," the girl joined her mother's scream, almost in tears. She was inundated by the doctor's hot juices spurting over her and engulfed by her mother's wet fleshy hole. The two separate organs collided through her, merged into one and consumed her. She was a cock fucking her mother, and at the same time she was her dad shooting sperm into his wife to make a baby, and also the womb flooded with her beloved's sperm waiting for a baby -- herself? -- to grow and be born.

Chrissy collapsed between her mother's legs in a dead faint.

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