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Chapter 21 by Zeebop Zeebop

The End

Epilogue: Lily Lane

Lois Lane's life changed rapidly. She named the baby Lily, and there were all manner of details to sort out—beginning with a birth certificate (Lois left the "father" blank, she'd deal with 'Da da' when Lily was old enough to ask), and a medical checkup for mother and daughter. Aside from the unusual color of her skin, baby Lily was perfectly healthy, and like all newborns spent most of her first few days alternately sleeping and suckling from her mother's breasts...which had become tender and swollen before Lois had made it out of the club.

Work and family were more difficult. Lois told her editor and her father a carefully-edited version of the truth: she had been **** some months ago but had not reported it, and the pregnancy signs had been so discrete she had mistaken them for a prolonged illness. The baby's small size made it plausible she might not have shown too much. Perry White, the editor of the Daily Planet, immediately granted her maternity leave, and let her turn in assignments from home; her father and sister were less keen about the secrecy but wanted to see the baby as soon as possible.

It was a busy several weeks, getting clothes and crib, diapers...and baby formula, though Lily scarcely needed it. Lois' breasts had grown bigger than her bras, the dark nipples swollen and often stiff and leaking, the milk flowing copiously with no sign of stopping. When she had gone to meet her father at the airport, Lois' nipples had leaked through the pads and stained the front of her shirt. It had made her father smile when he saw that.

"Same thing happened to your mother," his grin was infectious. "And neither of my girls starved."

The visitors came and went. Friends and family, bearing gifts and good wishes. None of them said anything about Lily's skin. Lois Lane learned, at last, all those things that all new parents learn—waking up late at night to a crying baby and rocking her to sleep as she sucks on first one teat and then another. All the horrible smells of diapers. The difficulties of going anywhere with a newborn.

She ordered groceries in and did what exercise she could at home. The birth had been more traumatic than the usual bloating period as far as Lois was concerned. The reporter missed adult human contact but extolled in every moment with her daughter. It was like nothing else Lois had ever experienced, staring into those dark eyes, feeling those little red fingers squeeze around her own...and Lois wouldn't have traded it for the world. She wrote copy for the Daily Planet from her laptop, and often went about naked most of the day, keeping her tits accessible for whenever Lily was hungry, which was often.

Suckling had become an erotic act for Lois. Even though it left her nipples sore, it was just such a relief to feel the pressure ease on her heavy breasts, to have the little gums squeeze and suck at her nipples like pacifiers...although she stopped short of touching herself, at least while Lily was feeding. After, when she put the baby down for a moment... her hand would creep down between her legs.

Lois' pussy had recovered from the birth, though she worried that she might be one of those women perpetually stretched and damaged, she still felt the same familiar thrill when her fingers slid over her clit, down past the slightly protruding lips, into the wet canal, so familiar. Except things were different now. There was an aching emptiness inside of the reporter that she couldn't quite satisfy. Not with her hands, or with any toy in her apartment.

Worse, her old fantasies weren't enough anymore...always her thoughts were turning back to that ecstatic, orgasmic birth experience. Even in her dreams, she recalled the way her cunt was stretched to its limit and beyond, body shaking in fear and ecstasy, her daughter descending from her womb. It had become the key sexual experience of her life, far surpassing anything she had ever known...and deep inside, Lois knew she wanted to experience that again.

Six weeks after birth, Lois had even fantasized about...calling someone to babysit Lily for a few hours. To go out, troll a bar, meet some handsome stranger and take him bareback, his cum seeding her womb. But it was just a fantasy. She was a single mother now, and it would be hard enough to raise Lily on her own. Sexual adventures would have to be on hold for a while.

Lois bit her lip, four fingers deep in her pussy, as Lily started to cry again.

Even so, Lois admitted to herself. What I need is a dick.

Fin

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