Cruel Nature

Part 3: Want

Breastfeeding resumed as usual the next night. Xyla knew she had failed as a mother; if she had weaned them a year ago, none of this would have happened. Now, it was just easier to give them what they wanted. Surely, they would grow out of it eventually. Every child did, didn't they?

After that, every night when she lay down in bed and opened her robe for them, she would feel Zeryn's erection grow as he nursed on her, and he frequently would work it slowly against her thigh as he sucked at her tit. And soon, Yori began to do the same, rubbing her crotch against Xyla's other thigh while she nursed, leaving it damp afterward. The whole thing disgusted Xyla, but there was nothing she could do. She had lost control of the situation.

This went on for several months. As before, the children continued to grow at more than double the normal rate, and Xyla was forced to move to yet another new apartment in distant part of the City and enroll her children in school. She really didn't want to, but the law required that children over six years old attend, and no doubt someone would report the twins as truant if they were seen in the apartment or outside during the school day.

That went fine for a little while. Despite their chronological age, the children had no trouble keeping up with schoolwork. Social life was another matter, however. The twins tended to keep to themselves and would react strongly--sometimes violently--if one of their peers teased them for it. Xyla had expected to have this problem with Zeryn, but it was just as bad with Yori, if not worse. She was mainly hostile toward other girls, especially any who tried to tell her what to do. Early in the year, Yori received a two-day suspension for beating up a girl who had accused her of cutting in line for the water fountain.

One day, about four months into the school year, the principal called her in, not saying what it was about until Xyla was seated in her office. She asked whether the children had problems at home, and whether Xyla had anyone else living with her besides the twins. Xyla said no.

"It seems," said the principal, "that Zeryn and Yori followed one of their classmates, a girl, into the washroom, and they...well, they made her take off her clothes, and they...abused her. Fondled her, I mean."

"A-are you sure?"

"The girl's description of the...incident...was very specific. She said, among other things, that Yori held her against the wall while Zeryn touched her."

Xyla was speechless. She wished she couldn't believe it, but there was nothing she could believe more easily.

"The girl’s parents," the principal continued, "have promised to refrain from legal action--against you AND the school--if you withdraw your children immediately."

And that was that. Xyla moved them again, established new identities, and started over once more.

***

They were getting bigger, and stronger. Now, at night, she felt the wiry strength in their hands when they held her--by the arm, the wrist, even the throat--as they suckled fiercely at her breasts. Even though she made no attempt to stop them or escape, they seemed to instinctively want to pin her down, to control her.

She was frightened of them. And she didn't know what was worse--the fear, or the shame she felt at being afraid of her own children.

Then, just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

Her children were four years old now, but they looked and acted as if they were nine. They were enrolled in school again and were keeping up with their studies somehow, even though they had missed half the education a normal, Civil child would have had by their apparent age. And, thankfully, they seemed to be keeping their hands to themselves--at school, anyway.

At home, however, the nightly breastfeeding hadn't stopped; it had only grown more degrading. Now, as the twins sucked hungrily at her tits, their hands roamed over her body, exploring her. The hands squeezed her large breasts even as they were being sucked. Then they would travel over her stomach, always downward, to her thighs. With each twin's body pinning one of her legs to the bed, Xyla could not stop them from exploring her private places, their fingers moving to the tops of her thighs and then feeling and prodding her mound and slit through her panties.

For a few months, that was as far as it went. Then, one night, Xyla felt her daughter's hand pull the crotch of Xyla's panties aside, and her son's fingers began to feel the folds of her bare pussy.

"Stop!" Xyla cried. "Please, I'm your mother! You can't touch me that way!"

Both children stopped nursing and looked up at her. In their eyes, she saw nothing but malice.

"You have to let us!" Zeryn shouted. "Don't you love us?"

"Of course I do," Xyla said deliberately, afraid of what response any other answer might provoke. "But mothers and children don't show their love that way."

"But that's how we WANT to love you, mother," said Yori, baring her teeth. "Now let us."

The twins' hands gripped Xyla's body painfully hard. She couldn't say no, or surely they would hurt her. Perhaps badly.

So she cooperated, fighting back tears of shame as her children explored her exposed pussy. Their fingers inspected her fleshy labia, pinched her clitoris, sought out her opening. The finger that found it first worked its way inside; she couldn't even tell which child's it was.

If she thought the helpless sobs she broke into when that first finger penetrated her would stop them, she was wrong. Even as they fed, they forced a second finger into her cunt, hurting her. Then they finger-fucked her roughly until they had their fill of milk and went to bed.

"Good night, mother," said Yori as they left Xyla’s bedroom. "We love you." There was no love in the words at all.