She examined her mother's breast, standing high and firm. The pink nipple was slightly pebbled.

She took a deep breath. What was it you said to Jeremy earlier? "It's not poison. It won't kill you." Just because you're not a lesbian doesn't mean you can't do this.

She reached out a trembling hand and cupped the breast, its weight firm and heavy in her palm. A thought crossed her mind and she suppressed an insane urge to giggle.

“What's funny?" Alex asked. He was staring at his mother's naked body as if it were a dangerous mountain range he was being forced to climb.

“I was trying to convince myself that it wasn't much different than kissing Jeremy's nipples," she said, and snorted.

“And then I thought,

‘I bet Jeremy never gets so fat his boobs look like Mom's.'"

"Well," Jeremy said from a few feet away, where he and Maria were looking at Althea with something approaching awe.

“You're a pretty good cook. There's always a chance."

Sarah gave one final hiccup of laughter, and bent to her mother's breast.

Rachel floated in a sea of delightful sensation. She had to suppress an animalistic urge to writhe in sensual abandon. Only an act of will kept her relatively still, so her body would stay in contact with Althea's.

Alex held one of her breasts gently in his hand. His mouth was hot and sweet and loving, his lips circling her nipple, then drawing on it Like the nursing child he had once been. She felt his tongue lave her, the rough pad licking her in long strokes, then flicking over her tender nubbin. His free hand wandered along her side, the hollow of her flank, the soft curve of her belly, both firm and gentle at the same time, and she spared a moment's thought to envy Maria.

On the other side Sarah had fought her inhibitions to a standstill. Her lips dotted soft kisses on the curve of her breast. Not a lover's touch, but a child's. Not seeking passion, but offering comfort and support. Her eyes were focused elsewhere, down the bed towards her two lovers.

Josh, the first of those lovers, was fingering her. With the ease of long practice, he had parted her nether-Lips, and two of his fingers were slowly plunging in and out of her cleft. Meanwhile, his thumb was tapping on the throbbing bud of her clitoris, which had left its protective hood. She bit her lips, her hips twitching, as he softly stroked and massaged her most sensitive parts.

A few feet away, Maria and Jeremy were doing their part. The golden mounds of Althea's breasts were wet with their saliva, and her nipples had drawn up, tense and turgid testaments to their attentions. As she watched, their hands met and clasped on Althea's stomach, stroking her softly glowing flesh in unison.

The room was warm, the air scented with musk and sweat and lust. At the head of the platform, Yasna removed her hand from Althea's wrist.

“Heart rate is climbing slowly," she stated. She bent to check a cuff around her upper arm.

“And so is her blood pressure. Eyes still unresponsive."

Alex looked up at her, his eyes worried. "Shh, it's all right," she soothed him. She curled a hand behind his head, holding him close.

"You're doing fine, baby. Just fine." A glowing spot of heat was slowly making its way down her spine. In response to Althea‘'s signal, she let her tail extend. The pale length of it emerged from the cleft of her buttocks, which were held aloft by the conveniently placed cushions.

Alex raised his mouth from her breast.

“God, Mom, your breasts...they're awesome. I wish...I wish we were alone." Across from him, her husband was silent, but his loving touch on her body was signal enough. She raised her leg, allowing him to slip in underneath her thigh, and gave a muted hum of pleasure as his mouth kissed her soaking folds.

“Really, Alex? Are you hard? Hard for Mommy?" She shivered as the forbidden words crossed her lips.

“Like a railroad spike," he affirmed for her.

“Well, don't Let me stop you. Take it out. Let me see it. Show me what a...what a big boy you are.”