Reese at the Playground
by tannim
March 15, 2012

	Margaret ruffled her daughter's head fur and took her hand.  Going for a walk always drew a fair bit of attention and she had to prepare herself more than Reese for it.  The three year old didn't seem to mind the attention at all while she toddled along her mother.

	The fact that her vaginal mound was a little longer than her legs and had to be hauled behind her on a fair sized cart didn't bother Reese at all, but it made her mother very much self conscious.  Morris rather enjoyed it, but it was a source of embarrassment and even humiliation at times for the otter mom.

	Margaret loved her daughter but always having the girl's massive vaginal lips visible and mound visible was just so uncomfortable.  Even walking down their street to the small park she saw a few cars stop to stare.  She wished her husband were with them, he always just ignored them and walked proud.  When she tried it, it just seemed so fake.

	Reese looked up at her mom, then around.  She really wanted to play but the older otter didn't let her run very much.  Running was fun!  Instead she had to walk at her momma's slow pace.  Their pace didn't stop her from trying to make a game of hopping cracks at random patterns she made up, but it still wasn't as fun as running.

	"Wanna run..." She mumbled to herself.

	"What's that, Reese?" Margaret took her eyes off the people who weren't even looking in their direction. "Something wrong?"

	"Wanna run an' play!" Reese hopped again a few times, sending ripples along her vaginal flesh in a way her mother still found fascinating.

	"Not yet.  We need to get to the park before you can play.  You know I don't want you running too much.  If you slip off your cart you'll scratch yourself up on your big soft spot."

	"Uh uh! Daddy strapped!" With all the experienced confidence of a three year old showing off she confidently lurched to the side in a jump that had her mother yelling.

	The older otter stared in surprise when the cart came up with Reese instead of staying where it was.  She'd forgotten that Morris had made a strap.  He must have tightened it onto her vulva for her before they'd gone.  Margaret smiled and crouched next to Reese.

	"Sweety, why didn't you tell mommy you were strapped in?"

	"I dunno..." Reese didn't really pay attention to her mother.

	She'd enjoyed the jump and she hopped forward along the path a few times, dragging the cart with her.  Each jerk and jolt felt good on her girl oversized girl parts and the little otter just enjoyed exerting herself.  When her mom caught her hand and walked faster with her, she enjoyed it even more.

	Reese laughed while Margaret panted.  They still had a fair way to go before they got to the park and her daughter wanted to run the whole way.  The older woman thought about slowing down again to catch her breath but she needed the exercise and it DID mean that other people couldn't stare at Reese as long if they were hurrying.

	Thankfully for Margaret, when they got there, the park was more or less deserted.  There were only a couple other children and they both belonged to the same badger watching them.  Reese looked a bit disappointed by the lack of playmates, but that didn't last long once she saw the swings were all open.

	"Push me on the swing!"

	"How about I help you up first, THEN I can push you." Margaret looked at her girl's massive mount, then at the child size swing seats.  "Alright. Let's get you up then."

	She hated trying to get the girl in one, but she hated to say no to such a request too, and after figuring out how to unstrap her daughter, Margaret lifted her up.  Reese waggled her legs and feet gleefully as she was set down on the child seat.  Her mom panted, then frowned, she'd forgotten again.  Reese had to ride with her panties off, otherwise her sex got in the way too much.

	"Sorry, Reese, I know it's uncomfortable like that." Margaret tugged her three year old's right leg hem out and the right leg carefully through the hole, then did the same for the left. "Ok, here we go.  No struggling, ok?"

	A quick lift with one straining arm under Reese's armpits and and several frantic scrabbling motions with her hand, and the mother otter had the overweight granny sized panties off.  She sat Reese right back into the kiddy seat and smiled at the sight of her girl's thick lips spreading out as they slipped through the leg holes.  At least her daughter had Something to support her there, her legs sure couldn't fit down it with that cunt mound in the way.

	Reese lifted her legs up away from the sides of the kiddy seat to squish her still soft clitty against the semi-soft protective inner seat cushion.  She hadn't expected it to feel as good as it did.  It had been a fun discovery the first time and every time she rode a swing again she got to discover it anew.  Her mom just assumed she was getting more firmly in place, they were both happy with that.

	"Momma, push me!" The girl tugged on the swing's ropes and kicked to try to swing herself.

	Margaret crossed her arms under her modest breasts. "What do you say?"

	Reese sat still for a few seconds, thinking, then finally came up with "Please?"

	"That's better." The older otter tried to ignore one of the young badgers pointing as she walked around, though she did smile at the young boy being spanked for being rude moments later. "Hold on, here comes the push."

	A gentle shove on the lower back sent Reese forward and brought a happy giggle for the movement.  That swing was weak, but the next push made it stronger, as did the next.  Each time Margaret timed the pushing to the apex of her daughter's swing and each time Reese was sent further into the air on the other side.

	Reese pointed her feet up into the swing while going forward and squeezed them around her seat and cunny on the way back.  She loved the rush of wind that swinging gave her each way.  It roared in her ears and it tickled her enormous protruding nether lips.  The moisture evaporating from her thinner inner labia made her shiver with a delightful cold sensation.  Her little tail swayed back in forth in the breeze too, wagging almost like a dog's.

	Margaret watched with maternal pleasure.  Her little girl was having fun and each swing seemed to make her happier.  She had no way of knowing the sexual stimulation it gave Reese.  There was no way for her to see how the seat rubbed against Reese's clit and she had little experience having air blown over her pussy while her lips were spread.  That the protective inner strap to go between a cub's legs ground against the girl's cunt like a horny male rubbing a finger between her folds didn't occur to her either.  Her daughter was enjoying herself, that was all that really mattered.  That and the mother badger lecturing her son about minding his own business, that was wonderful too.

	Reese giggled along another push.  Her face was screwing up into silly expressions of pleasure from the grinding seat.  Back and forth her cunny squeezed and squished while her stiffened clitty ground up and down against the wonderfully rough cushioning.  She didn't even have to thump her feet against her thick vulva to push herself toward orgasm, it built so smoothly on its own thanks to her mommy.

	The woman kept pushing in time to the swing and added just a bit more pressure when Reese called out for higher.  Margaret kept a close watch on how high the swing was going since her daughter's cunt was the only thing anchoring her to the swing, but Reese's hands were tightly clasped around the ropes.  They grew visibly tighter with the harder pushing and for the first time Margaret noticed her little girl's body rhythmically clenching in time to the swings.  Perhaps her innocent cries for more force weren't quite as innocent after all.

	"Reese?" Margaret kept her voice level, though she found her cheeks flushing when she noticed Reese's pussy was rather more engorged than usual. "Are you soaking the swing?"

	"Uh huh." The girl's voice was strained but she was too young to think of not being honest.

	There was really no fighting it given the cub's anatomy and Margaret just let it go. "Will you be done soon?"

	Reese didn't answer.  She was smiling and laughing that happy toddler-ish gleeful laugh of pleasure.  Her legs kicked wildly against the seat and her sex.  She didn't have to, but she liked doing it.  With her hands locked on the ropes and her head swaying against the swing, it was the only real physical action she could use as an outlet for that pent up sexual energy.

	Reese tried to buck her hips but only the very top of her mound moved with her.  It barely stroked her clit any more than just letting the swing go.  She had already squished her sex into the seat as firmly as she could, too.  Her legs were enough, though, with the help of her mother pushing her from behind.

	Less than a minute after Margaret asked the question, Reese was tipping over the edge.  Clear sticky fluid suddenly dribbled out from around her inner lips, on both side of the divide.  Her muzzle clenched shut and eyes shut tight.  Her little tail slammed down against the seat as though trying to keep something from pulling out.  She came.

	Margaret watched quietly, a mix of pride and humiliation at her daughter's public display.  At least there weren't many people around to see it.  The girl looked so happy, though.  It was impossible to really be mad at her.  Her mom again considered what she would have done if her own vulva was that big and had to admit she'd probably have done it too.  Thankfully orgasms didn't last long.

	When Reese came down she was much less interested in the swing.  Margaret was only too happy to help her down and back into her panties, which took a minute to slip them onto the sloppy lust engorged sex.  She didn't even dry her daughter's fluids from her hands before giving the toddler a hug asking what she'd like to do next.

	The little otter winced when her mound was strapped back into the cart, running was out of the question as she was too sensitive down there still.  She wasn't tired enough to nap but was too tired to do anything hard.  Reese shifted from one foot to the other, then looked around for inspiration.  The badger family was at the slide, though the boy was holding his rump rather than joining his sister using it.

	Margaret shook her head, that boy really wasn't going to have a good day.