Molly and the Milker
by tannim
August 27, 2016

	The mooing was getting loud again.  Molly giggled as she watched through the doorway.  Her mom looked so silly doing it but she looked so happy, too.  There wasn't too much to see with Becky facing the away from the door, other than her swollen vulva and the tube running back toward the milking pump near the door across the room behind her, but she didn't have to see it to know her mom's breasts and long nipples were swaying in time to the milking cylinders around sucking on them.

	 Her mom stared at a few well painted cardboard cutouts of cows with a backdrop of a green pasture and tried to relax.  Molly didn't understand exactly how pretending she was a dumb animal cow just being milked helped her mother to do that, but it seemed to work.  Rebecca always came out calmer after a good milking and mooing, no matter what stupid thing Baloo or a customer did to really upset her.

	Molly saw her mom's hand reach back to stroke her cantaloupe sized pussy mound and reached down to touch herself as well.  She hadn't gotten to masturbate with her mom for some time, not since the industrial pumping with Mr. Khan.  Going every day was taking a lot of time away from their bonding time.  She'd tried being on all fours with the milking cups but it felt too funny and the tubes wouldn't stay stuck on her flat chest very well.

	Her fingers brushed over her enormously engorged clitoris and Molly's gaze dropped down to it.  That was kind of like a breast or a big long nipple.  She didn't have to have those things on her chest if she stuck it on there.  Maybe she could share the game with her mom without having to act like a cow.

	The little bear peered further into the room, the other cylinders were next to the pump as usual.  She could probably steal one without Becky even noticing.  If she could drag her still over swollen mound through the door without making any noise anyway.  Pumping at Khan Industries had left her really big the past few days.

	Molly squeezed her vulva with both legs, then leaned her torso forward and sort of crawled over her genitals.  She had to lift her legs up high and forward to make much progress over herself, but she did manage to stretch her own pubic flesh enough to stand most of the way in front of her mound with just the last twelve or so inches of it sticking out between her legs.

	"Now the hard part..." Whispering quietly to herself, Molly took a deep breath and leaned forward.

	Moving was getting progressively harder with the industrial pumpings, but her legs were steadily getting stronger from forcing herself to try.  Since her vulva had grown at least as long as she was tall and a fair bit thicker, there was a lot of mass to move.  The six year old could barely budge herself when she wasn't aroused.  After watching her mother, though, her pussy had grown moist enough to slide along the floor and so it took less effort to drag it in behind her.

	Her mom didn't even notice her sneak in, as slow as it was, nor did she hear the faint click of the milking cylinder over the noise of the pump as she took it and carried it off back out the door.  Molly had to make a wide turn to get out but she was faster leaving than coming in with her mound having left the floor slick already.  Back in the hallway, she tested the suction, then smeared it with her own vaginal fluids and sealed it around her clitoris.

	Molly let out a quiet grunt when she turned the release valve to open.  Strong pressure surrounded her clitoris and her already four inch long and about three inch wide clit stretched about another half inch longer quickly.  She was surprised at the pressure her mom had on her teats since all cups on the old milker were sucking at the same strength.

	It was slightly uncomfortable at first, with more of her flesh around her clitoris being sucked in with it, but once everything settled down that strain on her still very sensitive bud made her feel very good.  She felt like every bit of it was being tugged on at the same time and with much of it pressing against the acrylic tube.  Tugging on the tube made it feel ever better while at the same time made it more frustrating.  No direct touch to her clitoris made pleasure build slowly, until she used her legs, feet, and body weight to stroke her labia, too.

	 Molly climbed back onto her mound until she was seated on the middle and simply bounced on it like riding a camel.  Her legs squeezed the middle while her lower legs scrubbed both heels from front to back, straining to brush them against her slimy protruding inner labia.  There was so much of herself to touch and she wanted to rub or stroke it all.

	Wet squishing noises came from her mound under her where the flesh forced her dribbling fluids around under her.  More came from within and she wished the pump wasn't covering it up so well.  If her mom heard the sounds, she'd look back and see Molly through the open door.  Instead Becky let out another playful MOO and kept her hand stroking her own heavily pumped cunt.

	The way her mom rocked her upper body had Molly picturing her mom's long pumped nipples and breasts swinging as they had been the first time she'd caught her.  They had looked really pretty swaying back and forth.  The six year old held that picture in her mind while she bounced and squeezed her own needy body.  With the strong suction around her clit, there was no point in trying to make it last.  She was going to cum quick no matter what she did.

	Molly curled forward to let her hug her enormous mound.  The milker tube flexed under her flat chest and belly.  It tugged her clit base harder, but she wasn't trying to stimulate that.  She wanted to kiss and nuzzle into her pussy lips.  A scoot back and a hug around her mound let her bury her face into the soft pink inner labia sticking out a few inches from the outer pair.  Her own smooth muzzle fur was enough to make her shiver even before she ran her tongue over them.

	In the room, her mother stopped mooing and had her hips grinding in time to her fingers on her clitoris.  Becky was rocking fast and hard to her own stroking.  Fluids dripped from her pussy to the floor ignored with her head lifting higher.  Molly thought she might see her when she was straring almost straight up but the older bear didn't seem to.

	Molly felt the pleasure building too high herself and dug her muzzle in to kiss her own urethra.  She nosed her excessive flesh aside until she felt the good sized hole, then flicked her tongue in and out quickly.  It was a joy she'd found recently and felt amazing, but she couldn't handle it for more than a dozen laps.  Her small hole was just too sensitive.  No matter how good it felt she flinched to the side and shoved herself away from it after that first several.

	She sat back up, her hole stinging in a pleasant way and her whole body shaking in joy.  Muscles all over her body twitched with the orgasm nearly there.  Molly's eyes drooped and legs clenched harder.  A firm tug to the cylinder made her jaw go limp.  The pleasure hit her hard enough to make her lose her balance but her right hand slapped against her mound behind her as she tipped back to pro her up.

	A loud whine escaped her throat and her left leg jerked up from the sudden pleasure spike of her orgasm.  She stepped on the top of her pussy and just held it there, thighs quivering, belly twitching, and wonderful ripples of bliss running everywhere inside as powerful jets of cum squirted several feet in front of her into her mom's milking room.  A single droplet splashed far enough to hit Becky's foot and made the woman push up onto her knees and turn around in fear and surprise.

	Rebecca's eyes went wide at the sight of her daughter still squirting and rocking in bliss.  Her own orgasm hit seconds later with the embarrassment of being caught and the weight of the milking tubes hanging from her breasts pushing her over as much as the sight of Molly masturbating to it.  She didn't smile, her body was too far gone for that.  Both mother and daughter stared at each other while they climaxed somewhat together.

	"Look mommy! I'm a cow making milk too!" Molly was mostly breathless from her peak but she sounded happy.

	Becky fell back as pleasure and her still swaying breasts overbalanced her.  She caught herself with legs spread wide and her own smaller mound kissing the floor.  Her cunt wasn't squirting like Molly's, but she still made a mess throughout her five seconds of joy.

	When it was finally over, she climbed shakily to her feet and hurried over to turn off the pump.  Molly let out a whimper at the pressure quickly releasing around her clit, then slumped and tugged it off.  She held it up for her mother as Becky hurried over, but her mom let it drop to the floor and just hugged her tightly.

	Miss Cunningham smiled at her daughter pressing her muzzle into her several inch long teats. "Yes, Molly.  You were a lovely cow.  Just like Mommy."