Cumforting Places
"Are you okay, mommy?" A squeaky, high pitch voice asked from the bedroom doorway.
A teary-eyed face rose up from the crumpled bed covers to look at the speaker. She was a young woman, with long, light brown hair down to her shapely rear, a blue stripe running down the left side of her tresses, and big bright amber eyes. She shifted to face her son, her giant, watermelon sized breasts lifting then landing on the bed with a thud, leaving the boy a generous view of her cleavage.

Cumforting Places  - Mortal Kombat 
 
Claire exhaled a cold, frosted breath as she marched through the silent forest. 
Her hands clenched around the cold, dark steel of her crowbar as she stepped into an open clearing, feet crunching down on the remnants of a heavy snowfall. Her clothes were not meant for this weather; sneakers below a pair of ripped and torn jeans. Her muscle shirt, the same one from her ex-husband, was stained red with blood. Claire frowned a

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“Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!” 
“OH WONT YOU PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!” 
Claire whooped, laughing loudly as Lily played an air guitar to the sound of Paradise City, Alex and Emily trying to keep up with drums and singing respectively. She wasn’t much a fan of rock and roll, but well… 
Claire gripped the steering wheel of Lily’s car, laughing and trying

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“You were my shit! And you are talking back!?” 
“B-b-but I w-was-“ 
“Emily Church! You cannot-“ 
“Jane, Sydney, shut up.” 
Lily winced at Claire’s angry voice. She had never thought she would hear Claire shout or scream angrily. She would do everything in her power to prevent that, even more-so now that Claire’s angry voice had convinced her. 
Lily did not want to be on the

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Lily’s eyes snapped open. 
Blue blinked in the darkness for the briefest of seconds before the silence was shattered by her muffled curse, half yelped into her pillow. She sat up like a rocket, breathing heavy. 
She had fallen asleep. 
“They are fine.” A low voice mumbled to Lily’s right, making her yelp. 
Claire sat hunched forewards, hands crossed over her abdomen, fingers gripping her elbows as she stared off at the wall. An o

Forever Family
My eyes snapped open to a valley of white the moment sunlight struck me. Like rolling clouds my eyes traced along the weaves of soft, flowing fabric. The sunlight caressed the edges, dropping shadows onto to my form from the lazily hung drapes. I could imagine the sun’s warm touch along the grass outside, flecks of dew shivering in the early, early autumn breeze. The old tree on the hill would be touched by nature’s grace, leaves of the deepest shade of red I had ever

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Elizabeth sighed as her class meandered into view. It was the bored, tired expressions and generally slouched posture that made her frown. No matter, it was a dreaded Monday morning; it was a ripe day, one of their last, in their seventh and final grade of elementary. They should be cramming for finals!
Or, that’s what she did, at least.
Elizabeth adjusted her rounded glasses as one student waved and said a joyful hello. Joy, as her name applied, was a bright and cheerful

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"Eh heh."
Lily giggled as an echoing ker-thunk blasted from her speakers. Her smile grew to a smirk as she watched the nine shells fly to the target, following them with her camera. It turned positively malicious when they struck citadel, completely annihilating the American cruiser in an echoing explosion.
The moment of evil laughter and destruction was ruined when a cute childish voice exclaimed, "So~ore~e~! Mogu mogu mogu..."
Lily couldn’t stop her 'daww' at Maruyu's v

"Back again, hmm?"



I stared up at the stunning woman in front of me. Her lavender hair was done up in a bun, leaving two strands to frame her beautiful face. Her brown eyes glared down at me condescendingly behind round oval glasses, her lips parted slightly as her head tilted in slight disgust, giving me a view of her

shining

teeth. I looked down, not out of s

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"Lily! I can't find my toothbrush!"
Lily scowled slightly as she nursed a mug of tea.
"Lily! Did you make breakfast for the girls?"
She loved Claire, she really, really did.
"Aaah! What should I wear!?"
But a panicked Claire?
"OH MY GOD LILY! LOOK AT THE TIME!"
...Debatable.
A sound drew Lily's attention to her left. Alex had face-planted into her food.
It seems they had a hate of mornings in common.
Emily on the other hand...
"Miss Claire! I found your other shoe!"
Emily, dare

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It was... Like a river.
Warm, tickling. Moist along my arm. It tickled the hairs atop my skin, made me shiver when it reached the edge and dangled.
Silenced, in a swathe of white.
The warmth disappeared, trapped in a roll of colorless splendor. Around and around the white emerged, overpowering my fleeting sense of something tangible. Something solid, something I could feel.
It was... haunting, in a sense.
The white had to exist, had to. No one could see what lay below, the warm

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Lily hugged her pillows tighter.
She didn’t remember getting pillows this soft. They were warm, and fluffy, and even though one was bigger than the other she could snuggle comfortably in between them. She didn't even mind the breathing.
Wait a minute...
"You look so cute when your sleeping," Claire coo'd at the dumbstruck Lily. "You snuggle in your sleep."
Lily looked back and forth between Claire's face and her lop-sided breasts. The one she had been sucking dry all nigh

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Alex awoke with a start. Something shifting inside of him drew him from his dreams of his mommy's boobs. Looking down, he saw his giant sack, bulging from the distinctly mommy-shaped boobs and ass. Alex couldn't help but be amazed, he fit his mommy's massive boobies in his pee-pee! Just like she said last night, he did it! Alex felt his pee-pee get hard again, and stand up to its full four inches. It was so big last night with mommy in it, he wanted to get it big again. And to

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"Are you okay, mommy?" A squeaky, high pitch voice asked from the bedroom doorway.
A teary-eyed face rose up from the crumpled bed covers to look at the speaker. She was a young woman, with long brown hair down to her shapely rear, a blue stripe running down the left side of her tresses, and big bright amber eyes. She shifted to face her son, her giant, watermelon sized breasts lifting then landing on the bed with a thud, leaving the boy a generous view of her cleavage. Not tha