Simulated Love, Part 2

by Anonymous Submitter

I distractedly placed the ingredients on the cooker while giving preparation instructions. I could hear my daughters purring and moaning from the bedroom area, making no attempt to hide their fun; while they certainly were taking it easier than before, they usually saw no reason to wait for me before starting playing again, and I was not going to ask them to wait for me. It broke my heart whenever I had to see anything but a wide smile on their tiny faces, and patience is not a virtue particularly well known to today's youth.

The dinner was baking; modern cooking requiring no further interaction, I went back to join my angels in the bedroom. I found them resting in bed, cuddling cutely, their hands slowly exploring each other's bodies despite knowing every part of it quite well. Eager eyes turned towards me when I entered, giving me looks I recognized for having been given them so many times by girls who want to cuddle, to feel my warmth and softness against their pure, delicate skin.

I know my and their bodies' perfection was through no feat of our own, our physical health and appearances being ensured by enhanced metabolisms and artificial improvements, but I could not help but feel pride for both of my adorable daughters. Knowing that, while our bodies would remain perfect no matter how horribly we took care of them, they were still mine, and I was responsible for their happiness, a task which their ever-present smiles could attest I was doing quite well.

Lying in bed behind Anita, my youngest daughter, I slipped my arms around her, easily reaching beyond her tiny, 8-years-old body to hold the both of them. Emily, my 11-years-old cutie, had placed her little sister's head against her chest, her arms wrapped around her, as if she was afraid of letting go.

We stayed in that loving family embrace for some time, not a word being exchanged, nor a movement felt but the few caresses of our gentle, eager hands and the softness of our kisses. Both of them were well rested when Kim came home, and they bounced out of bed to greet her, hugging strongly as her motherly instincts returned the affection. I followed behind them and gave my lover a warm welcoming kiss to go with the worded greetings, and we managed to pry them away with promises of filled stomach and post-meal cuddling.

The meal was pleasant and quiet, as they always were, Kim's and my own hands finding reasons to hold each other at every opportunity, while our daughters sat in front of us, their chairs close enough that they could caress each other's legs every time their little hands were free, which was quite often since we didn't actually ask them to hurry in any way to finish their dinner.

My girlfriend and our daughters headed to the couch for some cuddling while I cleaned the table. Not that the activity took any kind of length in itself, but I liked to stop and watch them, their happiness washing off on me, making it ever harder to pry myself from the sight.

And sight there was, our daughters' adorable behaviors in sharp contrast to Kim's expert movement, both appreciating their bodies and bringing waves of pleasure through them, which seemed to ripple even as our daughters lost control of themselves and couldn't help but cuddle with their beloved mother. I always admired how she managed to bring so much bliss to someone, without even touching any erogenous zone, knowing full well that being nearly a century older than myself meant she had numerous experiences she could share with us, and I knew myself quite lucky to have found a life partner who both had many experiences and loved me unconditionally.

With her 147 years of age, Kim had been born before a cure for aging was found, making her experiences nearly unique, and more worthwhile with each year of spoiled children being born perfect, in a perfect world and from perfect parents. Not that I was much better myself, having known little in the way of pain, having been born from loving parents, both of which were quite capable of taking care of me. I didn't experience any of the hardship my lover did, living in a prejudiced world which couldn't leave lesbians like herself well enough alone, and I loved her even more for accepting a relatively young woman as myself. With only 36 years of experience back then, I couldn't nearly understand her wisdom. The way she looked at me with loving eyes when I did something I soon realized was pretty silly, she made me feel a little girl with still so much to learn and experience, and yet she still persisted in loving me. That's what made me realized how much I meant to her, and that if she loved me then, she would certainly love me for centuries to come.

We knew each other for only five short years when we decided, like many other lesbian couples, to bear a child together. I can't claim to understand how it works, but I know for sure that our daughters were really ours. She never mentioned it, but I know she carried Emily, our first daughter, because she knew I was still afraid of childbirth, which was of course unfounded, the experience having long been made into a relaxing and pleasurable one. I didn't shy from carrying Anita, of course, and our two daughters grew in a loving family, Emily starting to show signs of lust at the age of 9, while Anita already precociously loved us just a few months ago.

I looked at them again, Emily, our oldest, and Anita, the angel I carried myself, and was amazed at how much they looked like Kim. Their dark skins barely contrasted with hers, taking after me more with smiles on their faces and the ever-present wonder at a loving world than the near-ghostly white of my skin, a trait I kept for Kim, who insisted it was something she greatly liked.

I finished the chore and walked back to them, our daughters now completely naked, and seeming quite invigorated by the experience. I had multiple chances to try the same myself, and I can say, Kim certainly knows how to bring any emotion into a woman (or girl, for that matter). It's as if her long experience had granted her great insights as to how our bodies react, and she could bring someone to any emotion she wanted simply by loving her enough.

I took Anita in my arms, her little legs and arms wrapping around me as if she was already ready for the evening's delights, and walked to the bedroom area, followed by Emily and Kim, walking hand-in-hand, our oldest daughter now more capable of calming down somewhat after one of Kim's loving sessions. Our bedroom, more of a section of our living area than a room itself, had no wall, and was more characterized by having a bed and simulation projector than being an actual room.

We encouraged our daughters to bed, like we always did, their little bodies in the middle, surrounded by everlasting love on every side. Letting our daughters enjoy each other's lips for a moment, I approached my darling and whispered of the wonderful girls we had met in the simulation in the afternoon, and she took particular interest in the young Asian twins. I quickly ordered the house computer to load them and they appeared next to the bed, holding hands like last time, displaying a small, content smile, as if they were actually happy we had picked them.

Kim urged them on the bed, encouraging them to take place between our daughters, who seemed a bit surprised at being interrupted while making out; but it seems Kim had everything under control again, as they showed us wide grins and nearly forced the underage twins between them. The simulated girls acted with a casual and natural demeanor, apparently trying to play with our eagerness to welcome them with us, as they slowly made their way between our daughters, without releasing their hands once, despite all the encouragement they were receiving.

It didn't take long for cuddling to turn into fondling, and fondling into stimulation. Already, my pussy was getting wet from the excitement, the twins' open displays of love only adding to Anita's advances, her tiny hands already sampling my breasts. I briefly considered increasing the size of her meals as she started sucking the milk out of my breasts, my erect nipples being particularly stimulated by the use of her tongue. She moaned silently as she was slowly taking in her dessert, and I barely noticed the twins had moved from their position next to us and closer to Emily and her carrying mother. Their legs' positions let me know they were going to rub their tiny pussies against Emily's and Kim's, and yet it seemed they hadn't released their hands, encouraging my lover and daughter to likewise hold hands together, offering their free hands to the twins as they formed a wonderful circle of love.

My thoughts were quickly interrupted, however, as my daughter had used my momentary distraction to slip herself lower, her head now barely reaching my breasts, but her soft lips still sucking in all the milk she could, even as she hornily rubbed her clit against mine, her inexperience only adding to the preciousness of the situation. I quickly lost track of anything but my daughter's body as her movements were getting less gentle and more vigorous, as she no doubt felt as excited as I was at the familiar and familial contact. I could feel her pussy getting wetter almost each time she stroke, her body having adapted to the wetter pussy of her carrying mother, and itself producing abundant fluid. I was somewhat disappointed that all I could do for her was place my hands in her hair and on her bum, caressing and showing her a mother's love and otherwise letting her be free to get as much pleasure as she wanted from my moaning and screaming form.

Soon enough, the room was filled with such sound, as many singular voices – and indeed a pair of very similar ones among them – were screaming to the excitement of nearly simultaneous orgasms, and I my mind wandered for a moment, vaguely wondering if, perhaps, this was also orchestrated by my beloved. I tiredly pulled my exhausted daughter closer to me, pulling her head away from my nearly empty breasts and encouraging it to rest near my neck.

Turning my head towards the rest of our family, I could see the both of them cuddling closely, Emily almost disappearing as Kim seemed to try to incorporate her whole body into her being, arms and legs around her tiny frame, as if they were still making love. The twins were, by then, all but forgotten, having apparently encouraged a great pleasure in our family, and I instructed the computer to dismiss them.

"That was great", commented Kim, and I couldn't help but smile, even though I knew I didn't have much to do in the decision. "I will definitely want to see them again", she added, and the soft, young voice of the computer commented,

"If you so desire, the girls you just experienced can be met directly."

I was stunned. What did the computer just say? Kim asked, "What do you mean? Are they real?"

"They are real girls who have been added to possible simulation elements, as they themselves instructed, and as authorized by their mother. They have likewise appreciated your authorized, anonymous family simulation and have expressed interest in meeting you in person."

Still in shock, I felt a smile draw on my face. Anita was now asleep, but Emily was quite awake, her eyes wide and pleading, obviously quite eager at the idea of meeting those real, precocious little girls in the naked flesh. She was alternating between looking at Kim and myself, and I feared I would perhaps be unable to stop her from smiling if I accepted. Of course, there was never any doubt; our family wanted this encounter, I asked Kim, "Tomorrow?"

"That would be lovely", she replied, and I could see Emily getting excited again at the idea, her pussy already producing more juice just by thinking about them. I let Kim pleasure her some more, knowing she would be in good hands, and simply lay back and relaxed, appreciating my daughter's body over mine as the computer dropped a warm blanket over the four of us. Tomorrow was certainly going to be a good day, and I decided it better to get a head start on a good night's rest.