Hi, my name is Roger.
I am a pharmacologist, credited with discovering the lactation suppository.
They're actually two - the starter and the maintainer.
If a woman takes the first one in the evening, the next morning she is already secreting colostrum.
The second suppository turns colostrum into milk - and even allows to
relactate if milk expression has been discontinued for no more than a
week.
There are lots of women who could become "milkmaids on contingency"
thanks to my suppositories: imagine a grandmother who is afraid that her
daughter may not consistently feed her grandchild.
She takes the first suppository the night her daughter gives birth, and
whenever her daughter can't suckle the child, she takes the second
suppository and replaces her.
Ah, you're asking me how long does it take for the second suppository to restart lactation, aren't you?
It depends on one factor: orgasmic response. It usually takes three
hours between the intake and the lactation, but this time can be greatly
shortened by having an orgasm - no matter how.
Our firm doesn't like its employees to disclose that, but I once had to tell it to mom.
I'm actually married, but my wife Angela has recurrent herpes - if the
mammae are affected, the child can't be breastfed during the relapse.
My mom is a real worrywart, so, even though the risk was very low, she
took the first suppository the night Angela gave birth to Patricia, and
on Saturdays she insisted on suckling her, to keep her mammae ready for
intervention.
Alas, the unlikely event occurred. But, since she had ended her
suppositories' supply, Patricia had to wait for two hours crying before I
could fetch a box for mom.
Mom told me: "The poor child can't wait any more. You once giggled that
there was a way to shorten latency time. Could you please tell me what
is it?"
"Er ... you have to masturbate, mom."
"Do you mean, I need an orgasm?"
"Yes."
"Gosh! I've always been bad at it. Dad was very good, but passed away last year."
"You're still charming, mom. Perhaps you'll easily find a helper."
"Roger, we have no time for courtship. As Rav Hillel said in the Ethics
of the Fathers, 'Where there are no men, strive to be a man'."
Her stare was eloquent, and I asked her, "Mom, what are you asking me?"
"We can obviously sit here idly for three hours and ignore Patricia's cry. But she has already waited for too much."
I therefore hugged her, feeling her big breasts against my body (she had
always been busty, and the suppositories had increased her boob size);
she kissed me in the mouth and rubbed her twat against my dick, which
got very hard.
I whispered a question into her ear, she shouted an "Eek!," then whispered back, "You're right, do that."
She opened her shirt, I briefly sucked her still dry tits, turned her
180° and made her stoop. I upskirted her, lowered her panties, licked
the suppository before gently shoving it up her ass.
I was going to sodomize my mom, but then I saw her labia between her thighs.
I felt awkward at trespassing into my late father's property, and Angela
had taught me a very fine art - so I behaved differently.
I lubed my left hand, kneeled behind her, stopped her butthole with my
left little finger first, and then with my ring finger (no ring there,
luckily); then I gently opened my mom's labia with my right thumb and
forefinger, and let my left middle finger and forefinger slide into her
vagina, while my tongue was licking her clit and her urethral opening.
Her orgasm was explosive, and she was able to lactate within minutes -
Angela latched Patricia onto my mom's boobs, while I was washing my
hands thoroughly.
I came back to the bedroom with a big mound beneath my trousers, and
Angela told me: "You've been wonderful. Don't you need to discharge your
load now?"
"I'd like to."
"So, come with me into our bedroom, and let's have sex."
There we went, and I sodomized Angela while thinking of my mom. Then I
washed my dick and after a while I entered her cunt. I love "cleaning my
mess," so after that I licked her labia clean.
We forgot to close the doors while doing that, so my mom saw everything while nursing Patricia into sleep.
When she was done, she kissed me in the mouth, in front of Angela, and then she kissed her the same way.
Both women smiled at me, and I would have asked them for an explanation,
but I got a phone call: I had to hurry up to the lab - the night shift
was experiencing a serious mishap.
When I came home I found both Angela and my mom in my bed, naked, asleep
and hugging each other. I knew that my wife was bisexual, but my mom's
behavior was quite a surprise for me.
Hadn't Patricia cried for her night feed, I would have waited for the
next morning to get an explanation; but, as my mother took my daughter
into her arms to feed her, I sat beside my wife and asked her.
"Your mom has always been bisexual, but she had never acted on her
attraction towards women until tonight. Perhaps, once she broke with the
incest taboo, she could admit a lesser deviation - being attracted by
women."
"I understand. So you have had sex together."
"Yes, we did. So, whenever necessary, I can provide her with the daily orgasm she needs to sustain lactation."
"Er," mom asked, "Isn't lactation supposed to self-sustain?"
"Not the one induced by the suppositories. You need an orgasm a day to keep the milk flowing."
"For my granddaughter, I am ready to do anything. But I don't think Angela wants to make love every day."
"You're right, mom," Angela replied, "You know that orgasms are really
exhausting for me, especially the multiple ones Roger can give either of
us."
"So, Roger, you can make love with me on even days, and with Angela on odd days," mom concluded.
"Something is amiss in your arrangement, mom," I said, "On odd days,
Angela will have to make love with both me and you. So she'll have two
orgasms. Like today. Can she bear them?"
"From time to time, I can," Angela replied, "But I'm not going to
receive an orgasm by your mom every other day - I'm going to give her
one."
I didn't have the time to let my mouth droop before my mom told me:
"Roger, you really aroused me before by proposing to have anal sex with
me - but you eventually had it with Angela. When are you going to keep
your promise?"
"You can keep it now," my wife told me, so, when Patricia was full and asleep, I did just that.
De Sade said that it's a divine pleasure to sod one's mom - I got it.
After a week, my wife Angela's herpes subsided, so she could nurse our daughter Patricia again.
But my mom loves lactating, so she spends the day eating incredible
quantities of vegan food, and in the evening she nurses both me and
Angela, thus sparing us the hassle of cooking for dinner.
This feat has made my mom's tits enormous - she now despairs finding a
fitting bra, and whenever she is neither eating nor reading (she loves
classical literature - she has even attended Latin and Greek classes in
order to read Cicero and Plato in their own languages), she has to
support her own breasts with her arms.
Her belly hasn't grown much - her waistline is about 36' (her boobs are
now 38K), so she can be considered somewhat overweight, but not outright
obese; after nursing us, she lets us play with her boobs and body until
either me or my wife titillate her into an orgasm. Then, on even days I
penetrate my mom's vagina from the behind, while my wife licks her
clit; on odd days it is my mom that licks my wife's clit while I
penetrate her.
Patricia is mostly nursed by my wife Angela, but on Sundays it's my
mother that does that. My mom would like to nurse her more often, but
our pediatrician has discovered that her milk is more apt to two adult
people like me and my wife than to a toddler - so better not to overload
her gut too often.
Thank's to my mom's help, we're now thinking about having another child -
assisted reproduction will ensure we'll get a girl, and her name will
be Letitia.
Anal sex is no more practiced - both my women miss it, but vaginal sex is safer.
Friday, November 21, 2014
00072 Lesbian Cover-up Ch. 01 — Lesbianism as a cover-up for incest
Hi. I'm female, my name is Meigui, which is the Chinese name of the
"Rosa rugosa", and I'm now telling you how my son Caizi ("Gifted
Scholar") met his soulmate.
We're of Chinese ancestry, but we live in Washington DC; I lost my husband Yingyong ("Gallant") to the war in Iraq, and his pension allowed our son to be eventually admitted to the Center for the Study of Gender and Sexuality (CSGC) at New York University.
We have to be somewhat stingy, so I travel by Amtrak when visiting him, and I don't object at taking the subway to his apartment; but once he went to the Penn Station to bring me home, and we had to ride an overcrowded subway coach.
While we were standing up, I felt a male body pressing against my butt – not just a body, but an erect penis. I turned aside to look the molester in the face – it was Caizi!
He said, "Beg your pardon," but I was astonished anyway. He seemed genuinely sorry, but I wondered how could he be erotically interested in me. Worse, the coach was so crowded that he couldn't help rubbing his private part against my body – and I feared that people would think that he was a pervert rapist.
So I took his right hand, and put it on my belly, as if I were his girlfriend, not his mom, and enjoyed the body contact until we got off at Union Station. He put my trolley on his shoulders, then he took my right hand and escorted me to his apartment in E 11th Street, near the CSGS.
When we were in, I confronted him, "How do you dare sexually approach your mother?"
"Mom ... it was an accident."
"But your penis was erect!"
"I can't help that, mom. You're so cute and busty that I can't help feeling aroused whenever you are near me. It's always been like this."
"But you've had some girlfriends."
"I've never been able to come with them. Sorry, mom, at the last moment I realized that they weren't you, and I could not ejaculate, no matter how long and hard I thrust."
"Gosh! That's why you've eventually lost all them."
"Yes, mom."
His apartment had just one room and a king-size bed – I wanted him to buy it, hoping that he would soon fill it with a cute girl – and I had to sleep in it that night. I was afraid for a while, then I realized that he wouldn't rape me, so I could sleep snugly.
I was wrong. He didn't touch me, but he kept going to the john all night – once an hour, I reckoned; at first I thought he had eaten something rotten – but I ate the same food as him, and I felt fine; then I wondered if his diabetes was decompensating, and I realized at last that he was just masturbating, collecting his semen into his prepuce, and then trying to dispose of it in the commode.
Ok, a man is entitled to feel aroused when I'm near him; if he likes, he can jerk off over me – but compulsively masturbating near me, even though trying to be discreet, is beyond my conception of reasonable behavior.
So, when he was going to put his hands on his stiff cock again, I tried to stop him by putting my right hand under his palm in order to put it away – but before he could even notice my intrusion, he slapped my hand on his cock.
I felt so aroused that I couldn't take my hand away, and he construed my gesture as if I wanted to share his pleasure – he was right by now!
When he was going to come, I repeated what he's been doing for the whole evening – I took advantage of his being uncircumcised and folded his prepuce around his glans – so I could collect his semen and swallow it to the last drop.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I told myself. I silenced him as he muttered something about my apparent change of mind, opened my gown, so he could see the tits that arouse him so much, then I removed my panties, and sat on his still flaccid penis, rocking myself in order to have my labia and clit stimulated by his organ, until it became stiff enough to enter me.
While waiting for that, Caizi, my son, remembered that I had nursed him for more that two years, latched to my tits, and as he sucked them, I felt his cock getting stiffer, and my twat getting wetter. He nailed me without removing his mouth from my nipples, and I enjoyed that.
After sex, we hugged and cuddled – I felt refreshed, as I hadn't had intercourse for years, and an orgasm for weeks; I kissed Caizi in the mouth, and then he asked me, "Mom ..."
"My name is Meigui. You can't call me 'mom' anymore, darling."
"Ok, Meigui. Are you into anal sex?"
"Definitely no, Caizi. Forget about it with me. But you can ask it of another girl."
"Does it mean that we won't make love anymore?"
"No, Caizi, you're damn good. I meant that you mustn't be faithful to me. You have to make love with other women too."
"Ok, Meigui – I'll see to it."
"But please, always wear a condom with them!"
"So I can have it in the nude with you, can't I?"
"Yes. Buying them would be suspicious when the only people we're going to meet are either you or me."
He agreed, and we cuddled ourselves to sleep. In the morning I felt aroused, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Caizi sucking my nipples. He stopped for a while, but I told him, "You can have them whenever you like, but, please, awake me before nursing, so I enjoy it more!"
When he was done with my breasts, he moved to my vulva and sucked my clit with equal prowess, and made me come twice before fucking me, and then felching me, as he loved cleaning the mess he had made.
We had a shower and then breakfast; he had to go to class, so he kissed me in the mouth (I enjoyed it!) and walked to University, while I sat on the couch and thought to what we had done.
I couldn't tell anyone, and a few years earlier I sternly condemned a father who had committed incest with his daughter – ok, she was a minor, with neither a job nor a learning, so she couldn't refuse his advances. It wasn't definitely my son's case.
I went shopping in order to distract myself from both guilt and arousal (although I had orgasmed a lot, I was still craving for more sex, and kept thinking to Caizi); I didn't buy a lot of things, but among them there were a set of peek-a-boo bras, panties with a split crotch, and some beautiful stockings.
I still kept the revealing lingerie I wore when making love with my late husband, but it was in our Washington apartment – buying it anew was less expensive than having a round trip to there.
The bras were the thing I pained more over: it was crystal-clear that my son Caizi loved my tits, and I remembered nursing him upon request – and he requested my milk so often that I and my late hubby Yingyong had to find a way to make love while nursing.
Yingyong sat on an armchair, stark naked, but with an erect penis, and while Caizi was unwittingly arousing me while nursing, I slowly lowered my ass so that Yingyong could nail me.
Perhaps this made me associate nursing Caizi with reaching orgasm (à la Pavlov) – when I eventually weaned Caizi (at 6!), I had to ask Yingyong to kiss, lick and suck my nipples several times a day in order to arouse me in the evening – and he more often than not led me to orgasm by simply stroking my areolae.
Now Caizi was going to do the same to me – in a few days he could become as good as his father – and I was possessed by an insane fantasy: to be both his wet nurse and his lover.
Caizi once admitted to being aroused by wet nurses – and when my sisters and my sisters-in-law paid visits to our house and nursed their children, we didn't prevent Caizi from watching, and he could often taste a few drops of milk. Other aunts bring sweets to their nephew – they soon learnt that all he wanted was between their arms, and gave it generously.
At the end of their studies, CSGS students have to perform field research, and Caizi proposed "Sardinia" to his tutor; "Why not China, our homeland?" I asked him, and he answered, "An Italian girlfriend told me that Sardinians are somewhat breast-obsessed: they teach modesty so early and effectively that it is nearly impossible to see a female of their own aged more than two in her birthday suit – but if a baby wants nursing, her mother instantly bares her breasts and fulfills its needs, wherever they may be."
"Amusing. Don't you think that in a country like ours there may be a national minority with the same customs worth studying?"
"If you can tell me the name, I'll be more than glad to compare it with Sardinians."
I didn't know the name – I actually knew that the Beijing government was really worried because less than expected Chinese moms were exclusively breastfeeding their children, with unfortunate consequences.
My long breastfeeding Caizi was a fortunate exception, on a par with the case of the Chinese policewoman who breastfed all the infants she had rescued in the 2008 Sichuan earthquake – but I hoped, when proposing him to switch to China, that he would find a soulmate there. But now I had become his soulmate – and I was afraid that, if I fulfilled my fantasy of relactating, I would be the happiest mom in the world, but also the warden of his prison – a real milk trap.
My instinct was to buy some nursing bras, but they would have revealed my intent, and I thought that the peek-a-boo bras would wondefully frame my breasts, thus arousing him without prodding him to suckle them so much as to trigger relactation – but in my fantasies, I kept thinking to his mouth, lips and tongue around my breasts. My twat deserved much less attention, and after being so aroused by my nursing fantasies, even unwittingly skimming the supermarket trolley with it could make me come.
I had to feign an epileptic fit to conceal the real reason I squealed, but a couple girls might have seen thru it. They were my son's age, and volunteered to bring me to his apartment. They knew him, as they asked me, "Madam, you are Caizi's mom, aren't you?"
They had already seen what I had bought, so I shamelessly lied, "No, I'm his girlfriend. His mom won't come until summer."
"Oh, is he engaged? Mazal tov!"
"In Chinese we say, 'Wan fu'," I told them, "but I thank you for the wish."
The girls brought me to Caizi's apartment, and then told me: "We live in this building, a floor over yours. If you need something, please call us."
As I was alone, I couldn't help fingering myself and than having a shower; then I wore the lingerie I had bought, a transparent silk blouse (Yingyong loved fishnets, but I was younger, nulliparous, and my breasts were firmer) and a miniskirt. As I hate high-heels, I only put on slippers – but with small polished mirrors on the vamps; if Caizi looked at them, he wouldn't be able to think to their hide, but to my skin!
When Caizi went home, he was somewhat angry – luckily, he wasn't as short-tempered as Yingyong: he told me that the girls who had rescued me were worried about me.
"How kind of them!" I replied.
"Darling, Meigui, my friends, Eliza and Kate, had already seen our family's photos – so they couldn't be duped into thinking that you were my actual girlfriend."
"Caizi, I can't be your mother anymore. That's why I asked you to always call me by my first name. I didn't lie – I told them the actual truth."
"You lied to conceal the real reason you bought this lingerie!"
"Don't you like it, Caizi?" I told him while unbuttoning my blouse (sorry, I'm not Sharon Stone, I couldn't replay the famous scene in "Basic Instinct"); Caizi stared at my bra and upright nipples which kept gushing out of the slits, and meekly suggested, "Meigui, you could have stood still. You're a widow, you can have sex with whomever you like ..."
"... especially you, Caizi."
I hugged him, kissed him, and he told me, "Let me tell you something while I am having a shower."
"Let me help you – these garments are an easy wash."
I didn't actually shower with him – he had his shower in the cabin, while I stood outside; but looking at him naked while having his shower made me horny, and he got ever hornier watching my tits and my cunt popping out of the garments which where supposed to rein them in.
When he was done, I took a towel and hugged him under the pretense of wiping him, and he hugged, kissed me in turn, and pressed his dick against my belly – I felt as if he had put a firebrand against it!
He didn't dress – he undressed me instead, and chased me until his king size bed, where he grasped my heels, licked my twat, sucked my clit, fondled my tits, and nailed me while French kissing me.
After several orgasms of mine, he came, and after a bout of felching and snowballing, he at last managed to tell me that these girls had two secrets.
"They're lesbians, aren't they?" I asked him, "None of our business, anyway."
"Not just lesbians – they're also sisters!"
"So their secret is our secret," I remarked, "They may not let the cat out of the sac."
"No, they won't. But you didn't know that, and I was afraid that you could put us into trouble."
"Caizi, we have to find a solution. These girls weren't the first lesbians I had met in my life, and I know that their real pain in the ass is living in the closet. We've entered the closet tonight, and we have to find a place in which we can come out."
"There is no place in the world in which mother-son or sister-sister incest is legal. But some countries may only prosecute those who make a scandal with their incestuous conduct."
"So we would live in a demi-closet there. Which countries?"
"Sardinia. It belongs to Italy, and Italian law only punishes incest that makes a scandal. Moreover, the scandal must have been triggered by a lapse of the incestuous couple."
"What do you mean?"
"That if somebody peeks into our bedroom, there is no fault of our own; if the police enters our house and catches us in the act, there is no fault of our own ..."
"So, no Bowers v. Hardwick case there, I suppose."
"Right, but if WE do something that lets people know what we're doing, it's our fault."
"For example?"
"I make you pregnant ..."
"Impossible. You know I was sterilized once I had given birth to you."
"It was just a simple example; a more serious example would be claiming that we aren't mother and son, but girlfriend and boyfriend. This would make the relationship officially known, and therefore scandalous due to our own fault."
"Ok. I won't tell anybody else that you're my boyfriend. When are we going to Sardinia?"
"I should ask Eliza and Kate if they want you with us, since we're partners in this research. By the way, it is financed by a grant, but your flight and staying in Sardinia won't."
"Can I use my credit card in Sardinia?"
"Of course."
"How long will your field research last?"
"A couple years. It takes time to study a cohort of nursing moms."
"I know. I nursed you for six years. Aren't you going to resume?"
He resumed – he sucked my tits for ten minutes each, and then my clit; even though I was somewhat tired, I let him fuck me again, and then felch me.
The only thing I knew about Italy, except the incest law Caizi had explained me, was that Italian women used the "bidet" to wash their genitalia in it – I would never apparently ever need one, since I had such a willing slave!
We were hungry, so we made dinner, washed the dishes, and made love again; after making love, Caizi helped himself with my tits – and I was unable to stop him, since I loved his mouth on them so much.
I couldn't just be his lover but not his wet nurse, so I asked him whether he would like me to relactate.
"It would be wonderful – moreover, Kate is also an LLL [La Leche League] consultant. She can help you with that."
"So, are you telling me that our two couples are a marriage made in heaven?"
"Eliza, who's Jewish, would say 'basherte'; yes, it seems so."
"So, when will we meet in order to discuss relactation and traveling to Sardinia?"
"What if we dine together next Saturday night?"
"Ok. Let's now sleep now. You have to go to class tomorrow, haven't you?"
We wanted to sleep, but mutual attraction woke us up at about midnight, and I reminded my son how wonderful was it to me to nurse him at that time – now that Caizi was grown up, he knew how to fuck me into sleep afterwards.
As Eliza and Kate answered that it was better to put the dinner off by a week, we spent the following days making love whenever possible, and we couldn't simply get enough of it.
The day before the scheduled dinner, I had to go to an ob-gyn, who advised me to pause for a couple days and to use some lubricant – and I also had to buy new bras, as my boobs were growing.
The dinner was to be held in Eliza's and Kate's apartment, on the floor above ours; when Caizi dressed for it, I became suspicious, as he had bought a pair of wonderful boxer shorts and socks; then he asked me to wear the revealing lingerie I had bought for him and a blouse he had given me – beautiful, but more transparent than a window pane!
"What are we going to make with Eliza and Kate, Caizi?"
"They love swinging."
"Their hobby, not mine."
"They won't rape you."
"Have you had sex with either of them?"
"Actually with both."
I was astonished – I thought that he had seduced me out of misery, not that he had a sex life and I just was one of his lovers!
"Meigui, they're good friends, but you're much dearer to me than them. Whatever will happen to me, I'll love you more than any other woman," he told me, and he was sincere.
I cried and he comforted me (no, he just cuddled me – he didn't try to have sex with me); but I asked him, "What am I supposed to do tonight?"
"Just eating and talking. They know we're lovers, and we know they're lovers as well. If Kate asks you to bare your breasts, it isn't just out of erotic interest, but ..."
"... because she's also a lactation consultant. I know – I won't feel worse than when I met a straight male ob-gyn today."
We went to the girls' apartment, and I saw them dressed as sexy as me, although in no vulgar way: both Eliza and Kate wore shirts with a low-cut neckline, which highlighted their big breasts; but their shirts weren't transparent, and they wore trousers in lieu of skirts.
They had no make-up – neither had I; it was as if we were all confident of our charme, and didn't need any enhancement.
The food was good, the conversation pleasant, and we at last talked about our love life and the field research in Sardinia.
Eliza explained, "I and Kate are twenty years apart; since I and mom got pregnant nearly at the same time, and mom couldn't nurse Kate, as she was HIV+, I nursed both her and my son."
"Oh!" I said, "So you too have a son."
"I had him. Elijah was among the 9/11 victims, together with his father Shimson, who worked there and wanted his son to visit his office and meet his workmates."
I felt really sorry over that, and stroked, hugged and kissed Eliza. It was a display of empathy, not of attraction, but we felt closer nonetheless.
"I pulled myself together to help mom raise Kate. We apparently succeeded, but the relationship eventually went sexual, and we're now lovers."
"Does your mom know that?"
"We've never told her," Kate answered, "But you can't conceal anything from a mom."
"But she isn't apparently bothered," Eliza remarked, "She's always said that violence is the only perversion anybody should be ashamed of – and there is no violence between us."
Kate asked me, "Your son ..."
I corrected her, "I don't think sex and filiation are compatible. Caizi is my lover now, not my son. By the way, our relationship is open, so I won't be jealous of you."
Kate blushed, Eliza feigned indifference, but said, "Caizi told us you're going to relactate."
"You're right, Eliza."
"It's a good idea – nursing both Elijah and Kate made me come every time; and I enjoy these orgasms again when Caizi sucks my nipples together with Kate."
The description instantaneously aroused me. My cunt opened and its scent could be smelled across the room. Caizi fondled my shoulder, and Eliza touched my hand telling me, "You've got a very good son. Don't disown him."
I clasped Eliza's hand and looked at her bust. I wasn't jealous, but I felt the urge of inspecting the boobs which were sharing Caizi's mouth with mine – there was one way to do that.
I unbuttoned my blouse, and asked Kate to inspect my tits, while Caizi and Eliza were unashamedly leering at them.
Kate's touch was really professional, and she asked, "How long is Caizi suckling your nipples?"
"About a week."
"Curious: your breasts appear in advanced relactation stage – as if he had been suckling for months. If Caizi keeps sucking them regularly, eight times a day, ten minutes per nipple each time, you'll be lactating in two weeks."
"Really?" I asked, and Kate answered, "The glandular tissue is growing – you must have changed your bras lately – and you may have a gift for lactation."
"She keeps telling her girlfriends how much milk she gave me as a child!"
"I weaned him just weeks before he went to first class – I was afraid he would scream for milk while his teacher was explaining the 3 R's"
Eliza laughed, and asked Kate, "Kate, you've seen my breasts countless times, but could you explain me why they aren't lactating yet, even though you two provide me with double stimulation from time to time?"
While saying that, she unbuttoned her own shirt and unfastened her bra, so we could all see them in their full glory.
They were big and beautiful, although somewhat saggy – but a woman her age (and my age) couldn't be supposed to have a teenager's bosom.
Kate touched Eliza's breasts, then mine (still exposed), and told her sister, "If you're allowed to touch Meigui's breasts, you'll spot the difference: her mammae are mostly made up of glandular tissue – as if she were nearing delivery, while yours are mostly made up of fat."
I was somewhat excited at the thought of Eliza's touching my breasts, so I grabbed her hand and made her lightly skim my bosom; she said, "Best in the Earth!", and then took my hand and made it touch her breasts and nipples.
"Wonderful tits!" I said, and added, "I've got a secret: I always begin masturbating by massaging my breasts – and then I stimulate my clit. Perhaps that's the reason my breasts reacted so quickly at Caizi's suckling them."
"Perhaps," Kate said, and Eliza asked me, "Could you teach me your technique?"
"Caizi," I asked, "Could you do that to me? You know the technique because I always massaged my naked breasts in front of you before nursing."
"And once or twice, as a young toddler, I helped you. It was my food, and I was trying to get it as soon as possible!" he answered; then he made me sit on his lap, my back facing him, and began massaging my breasts – so well that I nearly squirmed of pleasure, and Eliza's and Kate's eyes aimed at my bosom and twat (I parted my legs during the massage, so my crotch was visible, and my lingerie was crotchless) could only increase my arousal.
I knew that Caizi's dick was getting harder, as it was pressing against my vulva, perineum and anus, so at last I rose on my feet, opened his fly, thus letting his cock gush out, then I put my cunt on it the way a ring is put on your finger.
Caizi couldn't massage my tits anymore – his hands were on my hips and buttocks, so I had to plead with Eliza and Kate, "Please, continue massaging me."
Would they refuse? They didn't, sat on our knees (mine own and Caizi's), massaged my breasts mimicking Caizi's technique, and latched on them.
While they were sucking, I distinctly felt a letdown reflex: milk was going to gush out!
I had promised that my first drop of milk would have been Caizi's – so I stopped Eliza and Kate, rose on my feet, turned 180° in order to face Caizi, got nailed again, and while he was making me come, my left nipple dropped milk into his hungry mouth.
Then it was the right nipple's turn, and when we were all done (he had come, and my tits were empty), we could face our friends Eliza and Kate, who had just made love behind my back, kissed us and congratulated us for the good deed!
"Can I ask Caizi to do that for me? I really want to lactate, but I'm not as talented as you!" Eliza told me, but I sealed her lips with my right forefinger, kissed her (not just on the lips – I actually poked my tongue into her mouth), hugged her, made her sit on a couch, and told her, "Do unto me what I do unto you!"
So she got her tits thoroughly massaged, and I got horny again. Caizi hadn't ended his refractory period, so I decided to resort to Plan B: I sat on the edge of a chair, putting my butt on it, but letting my pussy stick out, asked Caizi to kneel in front of it and to lick it, while Eliza and Kate were suckling the milk I had just denied them in order to feed the man of my life.
I soon came, but Caizi's dick was stiff; he wanted me to take it, but I retorted, "Your friends want it, don't they?"
Kate took it – eagerly, so I wondered whether she was really lesbian, or her incestuous relationship was only nourished by her great affection towards her sister.
Eliza and I were left alone, so I was initiated to lesbian sex by her. She was excellent, and the orgasms she gave me were beyond comparison – but I felt I was still in love with Caizi. Eliza realized it and told me, "You can't exact fidelity from your incestuous partner. You can only share him or her with his or her legitimate spouse."
"I know, Eliza. I will always love Caizi, and you. I can also help you with relactation. But I'm worried about living in the closet."
"You needn't worry. I have a solution."
Eliza couldn't tell me that then, because Kate was squealing of pleasure, and Caizi too came (somewhat earlier than when he is within me, I thought). Eliza hugged Kate from behind (she was still hugging Caizi), and I did the same to him.
"A wonderful evening," Kate remarked, and Caizi said, "We'd now test another pairing."
"Which pairing?" I asked, and he answered, "I've made love with you and Kate – I'd like to make love with Eliza as well."
"And me with Kate?" I pondered, watched Kate, who seemed willing to do so, and then I said, "I'm OK with it."
Eliza said, "As your mom is a fantastic lover, I'll thank her by having sex with you, darling."
So we ended our orgy. We had a bath together in Eliza's Jacuzzi, and when we got dressed again, I reminded them that we hadn't talked about our field research in Sardinia.
"There is just a problem," Kate answered, "The faculty pays for the trip and fieldwork of the researchers and their spouses."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The researchers are Eliza and Caizi," Kate said, "If we want to join them, we have to marry them."
I said, "Ok, Caizi can marry you, Kate. But what about me?"
Eliza laughed and said, "Darling, we're in the Empire State, where marriage equality is in the law of the land! I can marry you!"
I was astonished: I had never been proposed marriage after Yingyong's passing away, and I didn't expect to be so loved by a woman, or better, an individual I had barely known before having sex with, to deserve that!
I looked at Caizi, who smiled as if it were the best solution; and Eliza's look, after giving me so powerful orgasms, looked angelic; and Kate seemed the most loving of the in-laws anybody could desire (yes, she was good in bed like her older sister) – so I told Eliza, "If we'll spend our honeymoon and hopefully the rest of our life like tonight, I accept!"
It was strange to use homosexuality as a cover-up for incest, but our world is definitely upside down!
We're of Chinese ancestry, but we live in Washington DC; I lost my husband Yingyong ("Gallant") to the war in Iraq, and his pension allowed our son to be eventually admitted to the Center for the Study of Gender and Sexuality (CSGC) at New York University.
We have to be somewhat stingy, so I travel by Amtrak when visiting him, and I don't object at taking the subway to his apartment; but once he went to the Penn Station to bring me home, and we had to ride an overcrowded subway coach.
While we were standing up, I felt a male body pressing against my butt – not just a body, but an erect penis. I turned aside to look the molester in the face – it was Caizi!
He said, "Beg your pardon," but I was astonished anyway. He seemed genuinely sorry, but I wondered how could he be erotically interested in me. Worse, the coach was so crowded that he couldn't help rubbing his private part against my body – and I feared that people would think that he was a pervert rapist.
So I took his right hand, and put it on my belly, as if I were his girlfriend, not his mom, and enjoyed the body contact until we got off at Union Station. He put my trolley on his shoulders, then he took my right hand and escorted me to his apartment in E 11th Street, near the CSGS.
When we were in, I confronted him, "How do you dare sexually approach your mother?"
"Mom ... it was an accident."
"But your penis was erect!"
"I can't help that, mom. You're so cute and busty that I can't help feeling aroused whenever you are near me. It's always been like this."
"But you've had some girlfriends."
"I've never been able to come with them. Sorry, mom, at the last moment I realized that they weren't you, and I could not ejaculate, no matter how long and hard I thrust."
"Gosh! That's why you've eventually lost all them."
"Yes, mom."
His apartment had just one room and a king-size bed – I wanted him to buy it, hoping that he would soon fill it with a cute girl – and I had to sleep in it that night. I was afraid for a while, then I realized that he wouldn't rape me, so I could sleep snugly.
I was wrong. He didn't touch me, but he kept going to the john all night – once an hour, I reckoned; at first I thought he had eaten something rotten – but I ate the same food as him, and I felt fine; then I wondered if his diabetes was decompensating, and I realized at last that he was just masturbating, collecting his semen into his prepuce, and then trying to dispose of it in the commode.
Ok, a man is entitled to feel aroused when I'm near him; if he likes, he can jerk off over me – but compulsively masturbating near me, even though trying to be discreet, is beyond my conception of reasonable behavior.
So, when he was going to put his hands on his stiff cock again, I tried to stop him by putting my right hand under his palm in order to put it away – but before he could even notice my intrusion, he slapped my hand on his cock.
I felt so aroused that I couldn't take my hand away, and he construed my gesture as if I wanted to share his pleasure – he was right by now!
When he was going to come, I repeated what he's been doing for the whole evening – I took advantage of his being uncircumcised and folded his prepuce around his glans – so I could collect his semen and swallow it to the last drop.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I told myself. I silenced him as he muttered something about my apparent change of mind, opened my gown, so he could see the tits that arouse him so much, then I removed my panties, and sat on his still flaccid penis, rocking myself in order to have my labia and clit stimulated by his organ, until it became stiff enough to enter me.
While waiting for that, Caizi, my son, remembered that I had nursed him for more that two years, latched to my tits, and as he sucked them, I felt his cock getting stiffer, and my twat getting wetter. He nailed me without removing his mouth from my nipples, and I enjoyed that.
After sex, we hugged and cuddled – I felt refreshed, as I hadn't had intercourse for years, and an orgasm for weeks; I kissed Caizi in the mouth, and then he asked me, "Mom ..."
"My name is Meigui. You can't call me 'mom' anymore, darling."
"Ok, Meigui. Are you into anal sex?"
"Definitely no, Caizi. Forget about it with me. But you can ask it of another girl."
"Does it mean that we won't make love anymore?"
"No, Caizi, you're damn good. I meant that you mustn't be faithful to me. You have to make love with other women too."
"Ok, Meigui – I'll see to it."
"But please, always wear a condom with them!"
"So I can have it in the nude with you, can't I?"
"Yes. Buying them would be suspicious when the only people we're going to meet are either you or me."
He agreed, and we cuddled ourselves to sleep. In the morning I felt aroused, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Caizi sucking my nipples. He stopped for a while, but I told him, "You can have them whenever you like, but, please, awake me before nursing, so I enjoy it more!"
When he was done with my breasts, he moved to my vulva and sucked my clit with equal prowess, and made me come twice before fucking me, and then felching me, as he loved cleaning the mess he had made.
We had a shower and then breakfast; he had to go to class, so he kissed me in the mouth (I enjoyed it!) and walked to University, while I sat on the couch and thought to what we had done.
I couldn't tell anyone, and a few years earlier I sternly condemned a father who had committed incest with his daughter – ok, she was a minor, with neither a job nor a learning, so she couldn't refuse his advances. It wasn't definitely my son's case.
I went shopping in order to distract myself from both guilt and arousal (although I had orgasmed a lot, I was still craving for more sex, and kept thinking to Caizi); I didn't buy a lot of things, but among them there were a set of peek-a-boo bras, panties with a split crotch, and some beautiful stockings.
I still kept the revealing lingerie I wore when making love with my late husband, but it was in our Washington apartment – buying it anew was less expensive than having a round trip to there.
The bras were the thing I pained more over: it was crystal-clear that my son Caizi loved my tits, and I remembered nursing him upon request – and he requested my milk so often that I and my late hubby Yingyong had to find a way to make love while nursing.
Yingyong sat on an armchair, stark naked, but with an erect penis, and while Caizi was unwittingly arousing me while nursing, I slowly lowered my ass so that Yingyong could nail me.
Perhaps this made me associate nursing Caizi with reaching orgasm (à la Pavlov) – when I eventually weaned Caizi (at 6!), I had to ask Yingyong to kiss, lick and suck my nipples several times a day in order to arouse me in the evening – and he more often than not led me to orgasm by simply stroking my areolae.
Now Caizi was going to do the same to me – in a few days he could become as good as his father – and I was possessed by an insane fantasy: to be both his wet nurse and his lover.
Caizi once admitted to being aroused by wet nurses – and when my sisters and my sisters-in-law paid visits to our house and nursed their children, we didn't prevent Caizi from watching, and he could often taste a few drops of milk. Other aunts bring sweets to their nephew – they soon learnt that all he wanted was between their arms, and gave it generously.
At the end of their studies, CSGS students have to perform field research, and Caizi proposed "Sardinia" to his tutor; "Why not China, our homeland?" I asked him, and he answered, "An Italian girlfriend told me that Sardinians are somewhat breast-obsessed: they teach modesty so early and effectively that it is nearly impossible to see a female of their own aged more than two in her birthday suit – but if a baby wants nursing, her mother instantly bares her breasts and fulfills its needs, wherever they may be."
"Amusing. Don't you think that in a country like ours there may be a national minority with the same customs worth studying?"
"If you can tell me the name, I'll be more than glad to compare it with Sardinians."
I didn't know the name – I actually knew that the Beijing government was really worried because less than expected Chinese moms were exclusively breastfeeding their children, with unfortunate consequences.
My long breastfeeding Caizi was a fortunate exception, on a par with the case of the Chinese policewoman who breastfed all the infants she had rescued in the 2008 Sichuan earthquake – but I hoped, when proposing him to switch to China, that he would find a soulmate there. But now I had become his soulmate – and I was afraid that, if I fulfilled my fantasy of relactating, I would be the happiest mom in the world, but also the warden of his prison – a real milk trap.
My instinct was to buy some nursing bras, but they would have revealed my intent, and I thought that the peek-a-boo bras would wondefully frame my breasts, thus arousing him without prodding him to suckle them so much as to trigger relactation – but in my fantasies, I kept thinking to his mouth, lips and tongue around my breasts. My twat deserved much less attention, and after being so aroused by my nursing fantasies, even unwittingly skimming the supermarket trolley with it could make me come.
I had to feign an epileptic fit to conceal the real reason I squealed, but a couple girls might have seen thru it. They were my son's age, and volunteered to bring me to his apartment. They knew him, as they asked me, "Madam, you are Caizi's mom, aren't you?"
They had already seen what I had bought, so I shamelessly lied, "No, I'm his girlfriend. His mom won't come until summer."
"Oh, is he engaged? Mazal tov!"
"In Chinese we say, 'Wan fu'," I told them, "but I thank you for the wish."
The girls brought me to Caizi's apartment, and then told me: "We live in this building, a floor over yours. If you need something, please call us."
As I was alone, I couldn't help fingering myself and than having a shower; then I wore the lingerie I had bought, a transparent silk blouse (Yingyong loved fishnets, but I was younger, nulliparous, and my breasts were firmer) and a miniskirt. As I hate high-heels, I only put on slippers – but with small polished mirrors on the vamps; if Caizi looked at them, he wouldn't be able to think to their hide, but to my skin!
When Caizi went home, he was somewhat angry – luckily, he wasn't as short-tempered as Yingyong: he told me that the girls who had rescued me were worried about me.
"How kind of them!" I replied.
"Darling, Meigui, my friends, Eliza and Kate, had already seen our family's photos – so they couldn't be duped into thinking that you were my actual girlfriend."
"Caizi, I can't be your mother anymore. That's why I asked you to always call me by my first name. I didn't lie – I told them the actual truth."
"You lied to conceal the real reason you bought this lingerie!"
"Don't you like it, Caizi?" I told him while unbuttoning my blouse (sorry, I'm not Sharon Stone, I couldn't replay the famous scene in "Basic Instinct"); Caizi stared at my bra and upright nipples which kept gushing out of the slits, and meekly suggested, "Meigui, you could have stood still. You're a widow, you can have sex with whomever you like ..."
"... especially you, Caizi."
I hugged him, kissed him, and he told me, "Let me tell you something while I am having a shower."
"Let me help you – these garments are an easy wash."
I didn't actually shower with him – he had his shower in the cabin, while I stood outside; but looking at him naked while having his shower made me horny, and he got ever hornier watching my tits and my cunt popping out of the garments which where supposed to rein them in.
When he was done, I took a towel and hugged him under the pretense of wiping him, and he hugged, kissed me in turn, and pressed his dick against my belly – I felt as if he had put a firebrand against it!
He didn't dress – he undressed me instead, and chased me until his king size bed, where he grasped my heels, licked my twat, sucked my clit, fondled my tits, and nailed me while French kissing me.
After several orgasms of mine, he came, and after a bout of felching and snowballing, he at last managed to tell me that these girls had two secrets.
"They're lesbians, aren't they?" I asked him, "None of our business, anyway."
"Not just lesbians – they're also sisters!"
"So their secret is our secret," I remarked, "They may not let the cat out of the sac."
"No, they won't. But you didn't know that, and I was afraid that you could put us into trouble."
"Caizi, we have to find a solution. These girls weren't the first lesbians I had met in my life, and I know that their real pain in the ass is living in the closet. We've entered the closet tonight, and we have to find a place in which we can come out."
"There is no place in the world in which mother-son or sister-sister incest is legal. But some countries may only prosecute those who make a scandal with their incestuous conduct."
"So we would live in a demi-closet there. Which countries?"
"Sardinia. It belongs to Italy, and Italian law only punishes incest that makes a scandal. Moreover, the scandal must have been triggered by a lapse of the incestuous couple."
"What do you mean?"
"That if somebody peeks into our bedroom, there is no fault of our own; if the police enters our house and catches us in the act, there is no fault of our own ..."
"So, no Bowers v. Hardwick case there, I suppose."
"Right, but if WE do something that lets people know what we're doing, it's our fault."
"For example?"
"I make you pregnant ..."
"Impossible. You know I was sterilized once I had given birth to you."
"It was just a simple example; a more serious example would be claiming that we aren't mother and son, but girlfriend and boyfriend. This would make the relationship officially known, and therefore scandalous due to our own fault."
"Ok. I won't tell anybody else that you're my boyfriend. When are we going to Sardinia?"
"I should ask Eliza and Kate if they want you with us, since we're partners in this research. By the way, it is financed by a grant, but your flight and staying in Sardinia won't."
"Can I use my credit card in Sardinia?"
"Of course."
"How long will your field research last?"
"A couple years. It takes time to study a cohort of nursing moms."
"I know. I nursed you for six years. Aren't you going to resume?"
He resumed – he sucked my tits for ten minutes each, and then my clit; even though I was somewhat tired, I let him fuck me again, and then felch me.
The only thing I knew about Italy, except the incest law Caizi had explained me, was that Italian women used the "bidet" to wash their genitalia in it – I would never apparently ever need one, since I had such a willing slave!
We were hungry, so we made dinner, washed the dishes, and made love again; after making love, Caizi helped himself with my tits – and I was unable to stop him, since I loved his mouth on them so much.
I couldn't just be his lover but not his wet nurse, so I asked him whether he would like me to relactate.
"It would be wonderful – moreover, Kate is also an LLL [La Leche League] consultant. She can help you with that."
"So, are you telling me that our two couples are a marriage made in heaven?"
"Eliza, who's Jewish, would say 'basherte'; yes, it seems so."
"So, when will we meet in order to discuss relactation and traveling to Sardinia?"
"What if we dine together next Saturday night?"
"Ok. Let's now sleep now. You have to go to class tomorrow, haven't you?"
We wanted to sleep, but mutual attraction woke us up at about midnight, and I reminded my son how wonderful was it to me to nurse him at that time – now that Caizi was grown up, he knew how to fuck me into sleep afterwards.
As Eliza and Kate answered that it was better to put the dinner off by a week, we spent the following days making love whenever possible, and we couldn't simply get enough of it.
The day before the scheduled dinner, I had to go to an ob-gyn, who advised me to pause for a couple days and to use some lubricant – and I also had to buy new bras, as my boobs were growing.
The dinner was to be held in Eliza's and Kate's apartment, on the floor above ours; when Caizi dressed for it, I became suspicious, as he had bought a pair of wonderful boxer shorts and socks; then he asked me to wear the revealing lingerie I had bought for him and a blouse he had given me – beautiful, but more transparent than a window pane!
"What are we going to make with Eliza and Kate, Caizi?"
"They love swinging."
"Their hobby, not mine."
"They won't rape you."
"Have you had sex with either of them?"
"Actually with both."
I was astonished – I thought that he had seduced me out of misery, not that he had a sex life and I just was one of his lovers!
"Meigui, they're good friends, but you're much dearer to me than them. Whatever will happen to me, I'll love you more than any other woman," he told me, and he was sincere.
I cried and he comforted me (no, he just cuddled me – he didn't try to have sex with me); but I asked him, "What am I supposed to do tonight?"
"Just eating and talking. They know we're lovers, and we know they're lovers as well. If Kate asks you to bare your breasts, it isn't just out of erotic interest, but ..."
"... because she's also a lactation consultant. I know – I won't feel worse than when I met a straight male ob-gyn today."
We went to the girls' apartment, and I saw them dressed as sexy as me, although in no vulgar way: both Eliza and Kate wore shirts with a low-cut neckline, which highlighted their big breasts; but their shirts weren't transparent, and they wore trousers in lieu of skirts.
They had no make-up – neither had I; it was as if we were all confident of our charme, and didn't need any enhancement.
The food was good, the conversation pleasant, and we at last talked about our love life and the field research in Sardinia.
Eliza explained, "I and Kate are twenty years apart; since I and mom got pregnant nearly at the same time, and mom couldn't nurse Kate, as she was HIV+, I nursed both her and my son."
"Oh!" I said, "So you too have a son."
"I had him. Elijah was among the 9/11 victims, together with his father Shimson, who worked there and wanted his son to visit his office and meet his workmates."
I felt really sorry over that, and stroked, hugged and kissed Eliza. It was a display of empathy, not of attraction, but we felt closer nonetheless.
"I pulled myself together to help mom raise Kate. We apparently succeeded, but the relationship eventually went sexual, and we're now lovers."
"Does your mom know that?"
"We've never told her," Kate answered, "But you can't conceal anything from a mom."
"But she isn't apparently bothered," Eliza remarked, "She's always said that violence is the only perversion anybody should be ashamed of – and there is no violence between us."
Kate asked me, "Your son ..."
I corrected her, "I don't think sex and filiation are compatible. Caizi is my lover now, not my son. By the way, our relationship is open, so I won't be jealous of you."
Kate blushed, Eliza feigned indifference, but said, "Caizi told us you're going to relactate."
"You're right, Eliza."
"It's a good idea – nursing both Elijah and Kate made me come every time; and I enjoy these orgasms again when Caizi sucks my nipples together with Kate."
The description instantaneously aroused me. My cunt opened and its scent could be smelled across the room. Caizi fondled my shoulder, and Eliza touched my hand telling me, "You've got a very good son. Don't disown him."
I clasped Eliza's hand and looked at her bust. I wasn't jealous, but I felt the urge of inspecting the boobs which were sharing Caizi's mouth with mine – there was one way to do that.
I unbuttoned my blouse, and asked Kate to inspect my tits, while Caizi and Eliza were unashamedly leering at them.
Kate's touch was really professional, and she asked, "How long is Caizi suckling your nipples?"
"About a week."
"Curious: your breasts appear in advanced relactation stage – as if he had been suckling for months. If Caizi keeps sucking them regularly, eight times a day, ten minutes per nipple each time, you'll be lactating in two weeks."
"Really?" I asked, and Kate answered, "The glandular tissue is growing – you must have changed your bras lately – and you may have a gift for lactation."
"She keeps telling her girlfriends how much milk she gave me as a child!"
"I weaned him just weeks before he went to first class – I was afraid he would scream for milk while his teacher was explaining the 3 R's"
Eliza laughed, and asked Kate, "Kate, you've seen my breasts countless times, but could you explain me why they aren't lactating yet, even though you two provide me with double stimulation from time to time?"
While saying that, she unbuttoned her own shirt and unfastened her bra, so we could all see them in their full glory.
They were big and beautiful, although somewhat saggy – but a woman her age (and my age) couldn't be supposed to have a teenager's bosom.
Kate touched Eliza's breasts, then mine (still exposed), and told her sister, "If you're allowed to touch Meigui's breasts, you'll spot the difference: her mammae are mostly made up of glandular tissue – as if she were nearing delivery, while yours are mostly made up of fat."
I was somewhat excited at the thought of Eliza's touching my breasts, so I grabbed her hand and made her lightly skim my bosom; she said, "Best in the Earth!", and then took my hand and made it touch her breasts and nipples.
"Wonderful tits!" I said, and added, "I've got a secret: I always begin masturbating by massaging my breasts – and then I stimulate my clit. Perhaps that's the reason my breasts reacted so quickly at Caizi's suckling them."
"Perhaps," Kate said, and Eliza asked me, "Could you teach me your technique?"
"Caizi," I asked, "Could you do that to me? You know the technique because I always massaged my naked breasts in front of you before nursing."
"And once or twice, as a young toddler, I helped you. It was my food, and I was trying to get it as soon as possible!" he answered; then he made me sit on his lap, my back facing him, and began massaging my breasts – so well that I nearly squirmed of pleasure, and Eliza's and Kate's eyes aimed at my bosom and twat (I parted my legs during the massage, so my crotch was visible, and my lingerie was crotchless) could only increase my arousal.
I knew that Caizi's dick was getting harder, as it was pressing against my vulva, perineum and anus, so at last I rose on my feet, opened his fly, thus letting his cock gush out, then I put my cunt on it the way a ring is put on your finger.
Caizi couldn't massage my tits anymore – his hands were on my hips and buttocks, so I had to plead with Eliza and Kate, "Please, continue massaging me."
Would they refuse? They didn't, sat on our knees (mine own and Caizi's), massaged my breasts mimicking Caizi's technique, and latched on them.
While they were sucking, I distinctly felt a letdown reflex: milk was going to gush out!
I had promised that my first drop of milk would have been Caizi's – so I stopped Eliza and Kate, rose on my feet, turned 180° in order to face Caizi, got nailed again, and while he was making me come, my left nipple dropped milk into his hungry mouth.
Then it was the right nipple's turn, and when we were all done (he had come, and my tits were empty), we could face our friends Eliza and Kate, who had just made love behind my back, kissed us and congratulated us for the good deed!
"Can I ask Caizi to do that for me? I really want to lactate, but I'm not as talented as you!" Eliza told me, but I sealed her lips with my right forefinger, kissed her (not just on the lips – I actually poked my tongue into her mouth), hugged her, made her sit on a couch, and told her, "Do unto me what I do unto you!"
So she got her tits thoroughly massaged, and I got horny again. Caizi hadn't ended his refractory period, so I decided to resort to Plan B: I sat on the edge of a chair, putting my butt on it, but letting my pussy stick out, asked Caizi to kneel in front of it and to lick it, while Eliza and Kate were suckling the milk I had just denied them in order to feed the man of my life.
I soon came, but Caizi's dick was stiff; he wanted me to take it, but I retorted, "Your friends want it, don't they?"
Kate took it – eagerly, so I wondered whether she was really lesbian, or her incestuous relationship was only nourished by her great affection towards her sister.
Eliza and I were left alone, so I was initiated to lesbian sex by her. She was excellent, and the orgasms she gave me were beyond comparison – but I felt I was still in love with Caizi. Eliza realized it and told me, "You can't exact fidelity from your incestuous partner. You can only share him or her with his or her legitimate spouse."
"I know, Eliza. I will always love Caizi, and you. I can also help you with relactation. But I'm worried about living in the closet."
"You needn't worry. I have a solution."
Eliza couldn't tell me that then, because Kate was squealing of pleasure, and Caizi too came (somewhat earlier than when he is within me, I thought). Eliza hugged Kate from behind (she was still hugging Caizi), and I did the same to him.
"A wonderful evening," Kate remarked, and Caizi said, "We'd now test another pairing."
"Which pairing?" I asked, and he answered, "I've made love with you and Kate – I'd like to make love with Eliza as well."
"And me with Kate?" I pondered, watched Kate, who seemed willing to do so, and then I said, "I'm OK with it."
Eliza said, "As your mom is a fantastic lover, I'll thank her by having sex with you, darling."
So we ended our orgy. We had a bath together in Eliza's Jacuzzi, and when we got dressed again, I reminded them that we hadn't talked about our field research in Sardinia.
"There is just a problem," Kate answered, "The faculty pays for the trip and fieldwork of the researchers and their spouses."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The researchers are Eliza and Caizi," Kate said, "If we want to join them, we have to marry them."
I said, "Ok, Caizi can marry you, Kate. But what about me?"
Eliza laughed and said, "Darling, we're in the Empire State, where marriage equality is in the law of the land! I can marry you!"
I was astonished: I had never been proposed marriage after Yingyong's passing away, and I didn't expect to be so loved by a woman, or better, an individual I had barely known before having sex with, to deserve that!
I looked at Caizi, who smiled as if it were the best solution; and Eliza's look, after giving me so powerful orgasms, looked angelic; and Kate seemed the most loving of the in-laws anybody could desire (yes, she was good in bed like her older sister) – so I told Eliza, "If we'll spend our honeymoon and hopefully the rest of our life like tonight, I accept!"
It was strange to use homosexuality as a cover-up for incest, but our world is definitely upside down!
00069 Dom Peridone Ch. 01 — Reactivating the primordial link between mother and son
What would you do if you have a naturist widow for mother? I undress at home as well.
My mom is quite busty, but she's also lesbian, so she won't get aroused by me, her postgraduate son; but once we had a good time together, thanks to domperidone, or Dom Peridone, as I love to spell it, as if it were a brand of French champagne.
My mom had bouts of dysphagia, i. e., she more often than not couldn't swallow her food; since there was no organic cause to it, her doctor prescribed her domperidone to smooth her digestion. I warned her that a side effect to this med was galattorrhea, and it was so common that women who wanted to secrete milk without bearing children usually take it.
Mom scoffed at my remark, but a couple weeks later, while I was writing an article on marriage equality for mom's lesbian association (I support her cause, even though I love women), and I was in my birthday suit as I was at home, she came home, undressed herself, stood by my laptop, her nipples at my ears' height, and smilingly told me, "You were right. Look!"
When I looked at her breasts, I noticed that the nipples were darker and puffier than usual, she began expressing her breasts, and a few milk drops went out of her nipples. I drew out my tongue to collect the drops; I wasn't going to touch mom's tits, I was just trying to catch the milk as it fell from them -- but mom put the right nipple first on my tongue, and then into my mouth.
I couldn't decline -- mom always gets angry whenever I refuse her food -- so I started suckling. There wasn't much milk in mom's right breast, so I soon switched to the left breast -- and noticed that mom was somewhat aroused by that.
I wasn't satisfied with that, so, after emptying the left breast, I resumed suckling the right one -- it was dry, but mom didn't object, and I spent about an hour hopping between her breasts. The more I suckled, the more forcefully mom embraced my head.
When we were done, I had a full-fledged erection (mom pretended she didn't see it), mom's pupils were dilated, and as I accidentally touched her twat as I was going to grab the mouse in order to finish the article, I noticed that it was wet, and the clit was turgid like her nipples.
So I hugged mom, and she hugged me in turn, kissed her on the forehead, the cheeks, the lips and the mouth. I didn't know that mom kissed so well!
We then rushed to her bedroom and I impaled her as she was lying on her back and putting her feet on my shoulders. The lubrication was good, and the vagina incredibly tight, as more than 20 years had elapsed since she had given birth to me.
She apparently enjoyed sex as well, and after orgasm we hugged and laid together on the bed. Then mom asked me, "Darling, would you like to help me secrete more milk?"
"How?"
"By suckling whenever I or you see fit. I'll never refuse, promise. The more you suckle, the more milk I'll produce."
"What about ...?"
"I'll do that too, but you won't be my only partner."
"What do you mean?"
"I've noticed that lesbian women too love lactating tits, so I hope that my milk will help me seduce a girl I've set my eyes on."
"Is she cute?"
"She's also better breasted than me, and most likely bi."
"So ... could I try and woo her?"
"Be careful: she's sex-hungry, if not sex-obsessed. You risk being milked dry!"
"In this case, I'll play sick, so you'll have to stay in for me!"
Mom laughed, and invited me to follow her to the bathroom -- she peed first, and when it was my turn, she noticed that my penis was getting erect again.
"Have you ever committed sodomy?" she asked.
"No."
"It's high time you learn. Take a glove and the lubricant out of the left drawer."
I followed her directions, put my penis into her ass, peed into it, and she even loved it.
While she was moving her bowels, I washed my private parts and then asked her, "Mom, your rectum seemed somewhat wider than your vagina. Why?"
"How could I have just a child without resorting to birth control?"
"Gosh! I thought you stopped having sex with dad once you discovered you were lesbian!"
"I became a lesbian after dad's death. He, actually, we both, enjoyed sex together. You're the only man I have made love with, but dad."
"Quel honneur! Will you chase the sex-hungry bi you've told me about?"
"Of course! And I hope I'll share her with you."
My mom is quite busty, but she's also lesbian, so she won't get aroused by me, her postgraduate son; but once we had a good time together, thanks to domperidone, or Dom Peridone, as I love to spell it, as if it were a brand of French champagne.
My mom had bouts of dysphagia, i. e., she more often than not couldn't swallow her food; since there was no organic cause to it, her doctor prescribed her domperidone to smooth her digestion. I warned her that a side effect to this med was galattorrhea, and it was so common that women who wanted to secrete milk without bearing children usually take it.
Mom scoffed at my remark, but a couple weeks later, while I was writing an article on marriage equality for mom's lesbian association (I support her cause, even though I love women), and I was in my birthday suit as I was at home, she came home, undressed herself, stood by my laptop, her nipples at my ears' height, and smilingly told me, "You were right. Look!"
When I looked at her breasts, I noticed that the nipples were darker and puffier than usual, she began expressing her breasts, and a few milk drops went out of her nipples. I drew out my tongue to collect the drops; I wasn't going to touch mom's tits, I was just trying to catch the milk as it fell from them -- but mom put the right nipple first on my tongue, and then into my mouth.
I couldn't decline -- mom always gets angry whenever I refuse her food -- so I started suckling. There wasn't much milk in mom's right breast, so I soon switched to the left breast -- and noticed that mom was somewhat aroused by that.
I wasn't satisfied with that, so, after emptying the left breast, I resumed suckling the right one -- it was dry, but mom didn't object, and I spent about an hour hopping between her breasts. The more I suckled, the more forcefully mom embraced my head.
When we were done, I had a full-fledged erection (mom pretended she didn't see it), mom's pupils were dilated, and as I accidentally touched her twat as I was going to grab the mouse in order to finish the article, I noticed that it was wet, and the clit was turgid like her nipples.
So I hugged mom, and she hugged me in turn, kissed her on the forehead, the cheeks, the lips and the mouth. I didn't know that mom kissed so well!
We then rushed to her bedroom and I impaled her as she was lying on her back and putting her feet on my shoulders. The lubrication was good, and the vagina incredibly tight, as more than 20 years had elapsed since she had given birth to me.
She apparently enjoyed sex as well, and after orgasm we hugged and laid together on the bed. Then mom asked me, "Darling, would you like to help me secrete more milk?"
"How?"
"By suckling whenever I or you see fit. I'll never refuse, promise. The more you suckle, the more milk I'll produce."
"What about ...?"
"I'll do that too, but you won't be my only partner."
"What do you mean?"
"I've noticed that lesbian women too love lactating tits, so I hope that my milk will help me seduce a girl I've set my eyes on."
"Is she cute?"
"She's also better breasted than me, and most likely bi."
"So ... could I try and woo her?"
"Be careful: she's sex-hungry, if not sex-obsessed. You risk being milked dry!"
"In this case, I'll play sick, so you'll have to stay in for me!"
Mom laughed, and invited me to follow her to the bathroom -- she peed first, and when it was my turn, she noticed that my penis was getting erect again.
"Have you ever committed sodomy?" she asked.
"No."
"It's high time you learn. Take a glove and the lubricant out of the left drawer."
I followed her directions, put my penis into her ass, peed into it, and she even loved it.
While she was moving her bowels, I washed my private parts and then asked her, "Mom, your rectum seemed somewhat wider than your vagina. Why?"
"How could I have just a child without resorting to birth control?"
"Gosh! I thought you stopped having sex with dad once you discovered you were lesbian!"
"I became a lesbian after dad's death. He, actually, we both, enjoyed sex together. You're the only man I have made love with, but dad."
"Quel honneur! Will you chase the sex-hungry bi you've told me about?"
"Of course! And I hope I'll share her with you."
...Dad? — Just browsing on gay chat sites and
It was a typical weekend. There was absolutely nothing to do and nowhere
to go because I have no life. That's something I really need to work
on, I know. But if it weren't for my lack of social status, I wouldn't
of gotten where I did with my dad. And we wouldn't be as close as we are
now because of it. My name is Kyler and this is the story of me and my
dad.
It was Saturday night and my mom had gone out of town on a business meeting and my little brother was spending the night with our grandparents. I skipped out on that because I liked sleeping in my own bed. So it was just me and my dad at home that night. Nothing weird or out of the ordinary.
I told my dad goodnight and headed to my room. I never actually went to sleep when I told him that. I just didn't want him to bother telling me when he went to bed so I could avoid any embarrassment. I laid down and listened to music for a while before getting horny at about eleven. Typical.
I had recently developed a fetish for incest and having an older man fuck me. This obviously lead to me having fantasies about my own dad. Though I never planned on making a move, it was a fun thought. I had also discovered this random chat site where horny people could get on. It's where you type in interests and talk to anonymous strangers about that like. It was just asking to be used as a sex chat site. Anyway, I had been using it to talk to older men and pretend to be their son and role play what we'd do.
It was hard to come by older men for some reason. Maybe it was just my luck. I figured there'd be plenty of men wanting to bang teens (over the Internet of course). So I clicked through people and had conversations with some and others not so much. I wasn't looking to meet up either so that kinda complicated things. But one stranger was interesting.
Stranger: Hey asl?
Me: 18m USA
Stranger: Nice. 44m USA
Me: Hot;) can you be my daddy?
Stranger: Yes, son;) you want daddy's dick?
Me: Yes! I want that thick cock that I came out of
Stranger: Mmmmm, I bet you do
Me: I do. I'll let you spark me and I'll suck you and you can fuck me hard
Stranger: You and your real dad ever done anything?
Me: No. I wish, he's pretty hot
Stranger: You should. You ever done anything while he wasn't around?
Me: Of course! I went into his room when I was home alone one time and went through his dirty underwear and jerked off wearing and sniffing them
Stranger: Ooh you're a naughty boy huh?
Me: Yes daddy. I think I need some punishment
Stranger: I'll give it to you
Me: Good. You have a son you mess around with?
Stranger: I have one but we don't mess around. He's your age but I think he's straight
Me: That's too bad. If he were gay, I bet he'd definitely want you
Stranger: Maybe. I question it sometimes. But now I have you as my son
Me: So what kinda of situation do you wanna role play?
Stranger: How about a punishment one since you've been such a bad boy
Me: Sounds good to me. But first can you tell me what you look like?
Stranger: Here, I'll send you a link to my picture.
He sends me a link and I click it and it opens a new tab. I'm curious to what he looks like and when the picture loads, it's a picture of my ACTUAL dad in his ACTUAL bathroom. He was standing there naked holding his phone up with his hard cock in the other hand. It was so long and looked so hot and his body was hot. And I couldn't help but get hornier. My heart drops, what if I send him a picture of me and he disconnects and acts like this never happened? I decide to take a safer approach. I send him a link of a random twink I found online that's realistic enough.
Stranger: Wow, you're a pretty hot boy;)
Me: Thanks. So are you, I like your big hard cock especially though
Stranger: It's all yours boy
Me: So would you fuck me if I was your actual son? Like right now and I was in the room with you
Stranger: Yes. I'd fuck you good and hard. You wouldn't be able to walk for a week
Me: Mmmmm so hot(; how about your real son?
Stranger: Yes! He is such a twink. I wanna screw him good and hard
Me: You should go for it. Make a move and who knows, maybe he'll want you too
Stranger: I dunno. What if he doesn't and goes to the cops or something
Me: I've seen your picture, you're too hot to be passed up
Stranger: Thanks. But what should I say? To make the move anyway?
Me: Ask him if he wants eggs and bacon. If he says yes. Ask if he wants milk to go with it. If yes again, say you'll have to work for it. If he wants you, he'll catch on. If not then leave and pretend it didn't happen.
Stranger: Okay. I'll do it
After he didn't reply for a minute, I put my iPod under my pillow for when he came into my room. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity before a knock came to my door. I turned over as the door opened and my dads silhouette was in the doorframe. My heart was pounding.
"Hey Kyler. You awake?" He asked. His voice sounded a little shaky. I pretended to be a little tired. My boner was raging underneath the covers though.
"Yeah. What do you need?" I asked.
"Do you want some... eggs and bacon for breakfast?" He asked me nervously. I knew if he was going to fuck me, I'd have to take the next step.
"No. I want some now," I said without being too obvious. He was a tiny bit shocked.
"Well... I can't make them right now," he said thinking I actually wanted the food.
"And can I get some milk on the side too?" I asked. I think that's when he started to catch on a little. "I'll work for it if I need to."
"Okay," he closed the door and walked over to me. He'd finally caught on. I sat up in my bed and looked up at him standing over me. I was so ready for this yet nervous at the same time. He looked at me for a moment.
"Then go ahead, work for it," he told me. I took that as the invitation I needed to get into his pants. I reached out and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled at them. They slid down over his butt and I let them fall to the floor. His right briefs were the only thing between my mouth and his dick now. I grabbed the waistband of them with both hands and pulled them out and down slowly. Revealing his dick slowly. I showed his pubes first and then centimeter by centimeter, his shaft and his head. Then I let those fall to the floor too and sat in awe of how amazing his cock was. It was standing out for me. The thing had to of been at least 8 inches. And the head was throbbing and his balls, oh my god his balls were so big and hung loose. I had to try to not climax at the sight of it.
I got closer and looked up to him. He smiled down at me and I opened my mouth. He entered the head and my lips closed softly around them. My dad's penis was in my mouth! I got used to the feeling of it being there and then added tongue. I licked the slit and the very underside of the whole thing. I flicked it and he moaned ever so slightly. I got braver and put my hands on his ass and rubbed a little bit.
It didn't take too long for me to gain even more confidence and let it go deeper. He began filling up my mouth with his cock. I sucked harder and rubbed a little harder too. I squeezed his cheeks and he pushed into me suddenly. It went into my throat and I repressed my gag reflex. I felt his hands touch my hand as he took control of the speed and starting face fucking me with short, quick jerks. He then took longer streaks and went further in and further out. All I could do was try not to gag. He seemed to be pleasuring himself with my mouth so I wasn't going to stop him. It tasted good after all.
I took my hands away from his bubble butt and brought then down to my aching crotch. I unfolded my legs and sat on the edge of my bed. I slid the sweats pants and underwear I had on to my knees and started touching myself. My dad noticed and stopped. He looked at me.
"I want you to fuck me good and hard so I won't be able to walk for a week," I said quoting what he said on the chat site, hoping he'd realize. Which he did.
"That was you?" He asked me in disbelief. All I did was nod. Instead of getting angry or embarrassed as I expected, he got a grin across his face. I knew he was going to fuck me tonight. He grabbed his cock, dripping in my spit, and slapped my cheek. It left a wet spot and I loved it.
"Oh, daddy. Are you gonna fuck me?" I asked sexily.
"Yes, son," he replied and laid me onto my back. He pulled my shirt off and took his off as well and then pulled my sweats and underwear off. I played with my nipple while he did so and watched him closely.
"Now, you're going to get some spankings for being a naughty boy," he told me. With that, he flipped me over and smacked my ass. Hard. I felt it jiggle and I let out a groan of pain.
"Now tell me why you're getting in trouble," he said and spanked me again causing another groan.
"Cause I've been a naughty boy. I wore and sniffed and jerked off in your underwear," I told him. He spanked me again and I drew in a quick breath.
He spread my cheeks that were on fire next and spit. It hit right on my hole. He then worked it in and I moaned. It felt so good. But he flipped me over again back onto my back.
He spread my legs and got closer to me with his monster. I felt the head poking my entrance. He then began pushing. At first, I didn't think it would go in. After a few seconds, the head popped in and we both sighed. He pushed inch of it by inch of it deeper inside my tight virgin hole. It was a few minutes before I felt his balls press against me and I knew he was in all the way I moaned and dropped my head back.
Then, he bent over me and scooped me up in his arms with his dick inside me the whole time. I grabbed onto his neck and stayed close. I bounced me up and down like a baby but his cock was going in and out at the same time. It felt so good. My precum leaked onto him. I was back where I once was many years ago minus the nudity and sex. I moaned into his ear.
"Daddy. I love you so much," I whispered.
"I love you too baby boy," he told me back as his bouncing got faster at a rhythm. I poked his belly button with my head and moaned. He then stopped bouncing and let me settle on him.
While he was just holding still in me, he put one leg on my bed and let us fall onto it safely. He brought his other one up and continued to fuck me with his third one. I moaned as he began to pick up the pace again. He went faster this time. He went hard too. The whole bed began creaking at a rhythm and it might have hit the wall once or twice.
"Son, you're so tight," he breathed as he banged me.
"Your cock is really big daddy," I breathed back.
After a while of doing this position, he went harder and faster and I knew he was getting close.
"Kyler, I'm bout to cum," he warned.
"Oh daddy. I want your thick, sweet man cream," I moaned and it put him over the edge.
He pulled out and shot me with it. The first shot caught me by surprise because I thought he would cum in me but it hit my mouth. I licked my lips to taste it. He then pumped away and emptied the rest of it onto my upper body. He moaned loudly with his orgasm. I could feel his juice covering me as I lay there.
His face immediately went to my hard on and sucked me hard. It didn't take long to cum for him. I moaned as I let myself empty my jizz onto my chest.
When we both finished, he got up off my bed.
"Those were some good eggs and bacon dad," I stated as he headed for the door.
"Yeah. We'll have to have that meal more often won't we?" he replied.
Without another word, he left my room. I breathed heavily with my softening cock as the cum on me dried. My weekend did not turn out the way I had expected but I'm glad it didn't because I wouldn't wanna miss out on sex with him. Now all I have to wait for is the next time.
It was Saturday night and my mom had gone out of town on a business meeting and my little brother was spending the night with our grandparents. I skipped out on that because I liked sleeping in my own bed. So it was just me and my dad at home that night. Nothing weird or out of the ordinary.
I told my dad goodnight and headed to my room. I never actually went to sleep when I told him that. I just didn't want him to bother telling me when he went to bed so I could avoid any embarrassment. I laid down and listened to music for a while before getting horny at about eleven. Typical.
I had recently developed a fetish for incest and having an older man fuck me. This obviously lead to me having fantasies about my own dad. Though I never planned on making a move, it was a fun thought. I had also discovered this random chat site where horny people could get on. It's where you type in interests and talk to anonymous strangers about that like. It was just asking to be used as a sex chat site. Anyway, I had been using it to talk to older men and pretend to be their son and role play what we'd do.
It was hard to come by older men for some reason. Maybe it was just my luck. I figured there'd be plenty of men wanting to bang teens (over the Internet of course). So I clicked through people and had conversations with some and others not so much. I wasn't looking to meet up either so that kinda complicated things. But one stranger was interesting.
Stranger: Hey asl?
Me: 18m USA
Stranger: Nice. 44m USA
Me: Hot;) can you be my daddy?
Stranger: Yes, son;) you want daddy's dick?
Me: Yes! I want that thick cock that I came out of
Stranger: Mmmmm, I bet you do
Me: I do. I'll let you spark me and I'll suck you and you can fuck me hard
Stranger: You and your real dad ever done anything?
Me: No. I wish, he's pretty hot
Stranger: You should. You ever done anything while he wasn't around?
Me: Of course! I went into his room when I was home alone one time and went through his dirty underwear and jerked off wearing and sniffing them
Stranger: Ooh you're a naughty boy huh?
Me: Yes daddy. I think I need some punishment
Stranger: I'll give it to you
Me: Good. You have a son you mess around with?
Stranger: I have one but we don't mess around. He's your age but I think he's straight
Me: That's too bad. If he were gay, I bet he'd definitely want you
Stranger: Maybe. I question it sometimes. But now I have you as my son
Me: So what kinda of situation do you wanna role play?
Stranger: How about a punishment one since you've been such a bad boy
Me: Sounds good to me. But first can you tell me what you look like?
Stranger: Here, I'll send you a link to my picture.
He sends me a link and I click it and it opens a new tab. I'm curious to what he looks like and when the picture loads, it's a picture of my ACTUAL dad in his ACTUAL bathroom. He was standing there naked holding his phone up with his hard cock in the other hand. It was so long and looked so hot and his body was hot. And I couldn't help but get hornier. My heart drops, what if I send him a picture of me and he disconnects and acts like this never happened? I decide to take a safer approach. I send him a link of a random twink I found online that's realistic enough.
Stranger: Wow, you're a pretty hot boy;)
Me: Thanks. So are you, I like your big hard cock especially though
Stranger: It's all yours boy
Me: So would you fuck me if I was your actual son? Like right now and I was in the room with you
Stranger: Yes. I'd fuck you good and hard. You wouldn't be able to walk for a week
Me: Mmmmm so hot(; how about your real son?
Stranger: Yes! He is such a twink. I wanna screw him good and hard
Me: You should go for it. Make a move and who knows, maybe he'll want you too
Stranger: I dunno. What if he doesn't and goes to the cops or something
Me: I've seen your picture, you're too hot to be passed up
Stranger: Thanks. But what should I say? To make the move anyway?
Me: Ask him if he wants eggs and bacon. If he says yes. Ask if he wants milk to go with it. If yes again, say you'll have to work for it. If he wants you, he'll catch on. If not then leave and pretend it didn't happen.
Stranger: Okay. I'll do it
After he didn't reply for a minute, I put my iPod under my pillow for when he came into my room. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity before a knock came to my door. I turned over as the door opened and my dads silhouette was in the doorframe. My heart was pounding.
"Hey Kyler. You awake?" He asked. His voice sounded a little shaky. I pretended to be a little tired. My boner was raging underneath the covers though.
"Yeah. What do you need?" I asked.
"Do you want some... eggs and bacon for breakfast?" He asked me nervously. I knew if he was going to fuck me, I'd have to take the next step.
"No. I want some now," I said without being too obvious. He was a tiny bit shocked.
"Well... I can't make them right now," he said thinking I actually wanted the food.
"And can I get some milk on the side too?" I asked. I think that's when he started to catch on a little. "I'll work for it if I need to."
"Okay," he closed the door and walked over to me. He'd finally caught on. I sat up in my bed and looked up at him standing over me. I was so ready for this yet nervous at the same time. He looked at me for a moment.
"Then go ahead, work for it," he told me. I took that as the invitation I needed to get into his pants. I reached out and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled at them. They slid down over his butt and I let them fall to the floor. His right briefs were the only thing between my mouth and his dick now. I grabbed the waistband of them with both hands and pulled them out and down slowly. Revealing his dick slowly. I showed his pubes first and then centimeter by centimeter, his shaft and his head. Then I let those fall to the floor too and sat in awe of how amazing his cock was. It was standing out for me. The thing had to of been at least 8 inches. And the head was throbbing and his balls, oh my god his balls were so big and hung loose. I had to try to not climax at the sight of it.
I got closer and looked up to him. He smiled down at me and I opened my mouth. He entered the head and my lips closed softly around them. My dad's penis was in my mouth! I got used to the feeling of it being there and then added tongue. I licked the slit and the very underside of the whole thing. I flicked it and he moaned ever so slightly. I got braver and put my hands on his ass and rubbed a little bit.
It didn't take too long for me to gain even more confidence and let it go deeper. He began filling up my mouth with his cock. I sucked harder and rubbed a little harder too. I squeezed his cheeks and he pushed into me suddenly. It went into my throat and I repressed my gag reflex. I felt his hands touch my hand as he took control of the speed and starting face fucking me with short, quick jerks. He then took longer streaks and went further in and further out. All I could do was try not to gag. He seemed to be pleasuring himself with my mouth so I wasn't going to stop him. It tasted good after all.
I took my hands away from his bubble butt and brought then down to my aching crotch. I unfolded my legs and sat on the edge of my bed. I slid the sweats pants and underwear I had on to my knees and started touching myself. My dad noticed and stopped. He looked at me.
"I want you to fuck me good and hard so I won't be able to walk for a week," I said quoting what he said on the chat site, hoping he'd realize. Which he did.
"That was you?" He asked me in disbelief. All I did was nod. Instead of getting angry or embarrassed as I expected, he got a grin across his face. I knew he was going to fuck me tonight. He grabbed his cock, dripping in my spit, and slapped my cheek. It left a wet spot and I loved it.
"Oh, daddy. Are you gonna fuck me?" I asked sexily.
"Yes, son," he replied and laid me onto my back. He pulled my shirt off and took his off as well and then pulled my sweats and underwear off. I played with my nipple while he did so and watched him closely.
"Now, you're going to get some spankings for being a naughty boy," he told me. With that, he flipped me over and smacked my ass. Hard. I felt it jiggle and I let out a groan of pain.
"Now tell me why you're getting in trouble," he said and spanked me again causing another groan.
"Cause I've been a naughty boy. I wore and sniffed and jerked off in your underwear," I told him. He spanked me again and I drew in a quick breath.
He spread my cheeks that were on fire next and spit. It hit right on my hole. He then worked it in and I moaned. It felt so good. But he flipped me over again back onto my back.
He spread my legs and got closer to me with his monster. I felt the head poking my entrance. He then began pushing. At first, I didn't think it would go in. After a few seconds, the head popped in and we both sighed. He pushed inch of it by inch of it deeper inside my tight virgin hole. It was a few minutes before I felt his balls press against me and I knew he was in all the way I moaned and dropped my head back.
Then, he bent over me and scooped me up in his arms with his dick inside me the whole time. I grabbed onto his neck and stayed close. I bounced me up and down like a baby but his cock was going in and out at the same time. It felt so good. My precum leaked onto him. I was back where I once was many years ago minus the nudity and sex. I moaned into his ear.
"Daddy. I love you so much," I whispered.
"I love you too baby boy," he told me back as his bouncing got faster at a rhythm. I poked his belly button with my head and moaned. He then stopped bouncing and let me settle on him.
While he was just holding still in me, he put one leg on my bed and let us fall onto it safely. He brought his other one up and continued to fuck me with his third one. I moaned as he began to pick up the pace again. He went faster this time. He went hard too. The whole bed began creaking at a rhythm and it might have hit the wall once or twice.
"Son, you're so tight," he breathed as he banged me.
"Your cock is really big daddy," I breathed back.
After a while of doing this position, he went harder and faster and I knew he was getting close.
"Kyler, I'm bout to cum," he warned.
"Oh daddy. I want your thick, sweet man cream," I moaned and it put him over the edge.
He pulled out and shot me with it. The first shot caught me by surprise because I thought he would cum in me but it hit my mouth. I licked my lips to taste it. He then pumped away and emptied the rest of it onto my upper body. He moaned loudly with his orgasm. I could feel his juice covering me as I lay there.
His face immediately went to my hard on and sucked me hard. It didn't take long to cum for him. I moaned as I let myself empty my jizz onto my chest.
When we both finished, he got up off my bed.
"Those were some good eggs and bacon dad," I stated as he headed for the door.
"Yeah. We'll have to have that meal more often won't we?" he replied.
Without another word, he left my room. I breathed heavily with my softening cock as the cum on me dried. My weekend did not turn out the way I had expected but I'm glad it didn't because I wouldn't wanna miss out on sex with him. Now all I have to wait for is the next time.
(Indian) Aunt Rina's milk. — A tale of incest lactation
Apu as child grew up with his aunt Rina. When Apu was just 5 years old
his both parents dies in an accident and there was no one accept aunt
Rina to take care of him. Rina adopted Apu to fulfill the longing of her
9 month old son Jack who died of jaundice. To lessen the weight of
tragedy in her day to day life she treats Apu as her own child and even
Apu treats her like her mother. Both of them shares a very deep
understanding for each other. Rina is a female of 35, whitish complexion
and have long black hairs. As an Indian female she wears saree and
blouse which makes her look more sexy than in any other outfits. Her
bossoms are really huge and her blouse seems to hold her two beautiful
breast with real difficulty. Apu, now 20 years old, subconsciously has
always fantasized to suckle on those two huge milk bottles but couldn't
accumulate enough guts to go and ask straight in his aunt's face for his
craving need. That's not the end. As day passed he became more and more
desperate to suckle on those titties but possibly he couldn't find a
way out to this problem. One day accidentally he comes to the kitchen
and finds aunt Rina is pumping out her breast milk onto the washbasin
nearby. This was the first time when Apu saw her open breast jiggling
out of her tight blouse. Her breast was well shaped and the nipple was
highly protruded. Apu stood by the corner of the kitchen and started
watching the whole show. Apu could see her right breast, swollen up and
momentarily dripping milk out of the dark chocolate colored areolas. Apu
could hear aunt Rina moaning as she was squeezing her left nipple. Milk
was spurting out of her breast and was filing the washbasin. Apu
couldn't continue any more at this sight and he called aunt Rina slowly
tapping at her back.
"Aunty where is my lunch I am feeling hungry." said apu with a sense of fake astonishment.
Aunt Rina didn't seemed a bit surprised and replied to Apu with a smile " Just amoment my dear. I will serve your lunch within a few minutes."
After that she turned to Apu with her breast hanging out and gave him a gesture to go and sit in the table. After Apu came back to table she milked her breast for a while and then came to the table to serve the lunch. Her blouse was still undone and Apu could see those black tities ambushed under her thin cotton saree. While having lunch Apu's full focus was on the two black nipples that was still leaking and was making a patch mark in her saree.
With utter astonishment apu suddenly ask " Aunty do you still have milk in your breast." Rina gazes at Apu's face for a while without any reparation. And then burst into laughter.
Then speaks " Ya I do have milk...a lot of milk that I have to drain it sometime to avoid pain. When you stay at school in afternoon and in late mid night when you are asleep I come to the kitchen to squeeze out my swollen breast to avoid pain and fatigue."
"Sorry aunty to interrupt you in..." Apu hadn't even completed his sentence when aunt Rina consoles her. "It's okay my dear, don't feel guilty about that. Instead I should be thankful to you about breaking the ice that I was planning to do from a long time back which became possible only for you my dear. Now I will be able to milk even in front of you and there is now no reason to hide myself in private to milk my breast."
After that they both started having their lunch but Apu couldn't concentrate on any thing else other than those two gooseberry tities. He was gradually becoming more and more desperate to suck those tities but he couldn't some how managed to. But then a fabulous idea came to his mind. But for the meanwhile he have to wait for night to come.
In evening Apu was studying and as usual Rina was guiding him sitting next to her. "Apu if you can complete your mathematics home work on time, I promise I will give you what ever you want from me." said Rina Aunty.
Apu grinned and replied "Are you sure". "Ya, anything you want," added Rina. Apu started to working on mathemetics and completed it before expected time.
Rina happily asked Apu "so there you go my boy! What do you want."
Apu replies with a sense of awkwardness in his face "Can I have your breast milk?" Rina thought for awhile and then replied "Ya you can but only after dinner and not any time in day." as Rina acceptes the proposal of breastfeeding, Apu's sunken face Seems to brighten up in a beam of hope and excitement to enjoy this heavenly pleasure. They came to the dinner table and was having their usual soft conversation while having food. Apu was getting restless to bite on the buttery skin of her aunt's breast and now and then was trying to fondle with her boobs. Rina didn't provide any resistance to Apu's activity but rather facilitates his naughtiness by asking him
"Apu do you want to fondle my nipples? If you want to do that, then I will open my bra for you." then she gets up from the table for a while and unhooks her bra underneath her blouse. Even after unhooking her bra, the shape of the breast remains intact and doesn't hangs down like juggs of other women. This heats up Apu much more.
Then she pulls the chair near Apu and asks him "Now Apu slid your hand under my blouse and squeeze the nipples until my blouse starts getting wet with milk."
Apu slid his hand down her cleavage and was trying hard to reach one of the nipples but couldn't as the blouse was so tight. He then pleads Rina "Aunty Can I unhook your blouse please. I am unable to reach your areolas."
"Oh Sure! Please be comfortable to play with My soft toys. And remember, don't pluck them or squeeze them hard, it's very delicate and pains a lot if mishandled" said Rina.
"Don't worry aunt I will take utmost care in milking you down. I promise to give you the most wonderful milking experience" said Apu.
Now slowly Apu opens her blouse and slid the straps of her bra from her shoulder. Then he stands behind her back and started rolling his fingers over her areolas cupping both the breasts. This stimulated her so much that she made some low moaning noise in sheer enjoyment. Apu understood that his Aunty is experiencing height of excitement. So he came down to her lap slowly and pressed her right boob in his warm and moist lips and milk spurted out of Rina's breast. Rina at this moment pushed him aside and made a mischivieous smile.
And said "Apu you said that you want to drink my milk...but..."
Apu asks inquisitively "but what?"
Rina continues "but you never mentioned that you want to suckle on this heavenly chocolate colored areolas. Did you? I don't think so. So now bring a cup from the kitchen I will pour my milk on it, then you can devour on it anyway."
Poor Apu got trapped and did what his aunty offered him at last. He couldn't dared to argue any more because he felt that it may worsen the situation and leave him with desperation and nothing else. After clearing the dinner table Apu went to bed to sleep. After a while aunt Rina accompanied him to bed. She was still wearing a bra under her blouse and changed her blouse for a more tighter one so that Apu couldn't slide it in any possible means. Apu soon understood it when he tried to slid her blouse while she was asleep. At last failed in his attempt he restores back to his sleep.
In the mid night Apu wakes up hearing a low moaning voice. He gets up and finds aunt Rina moaning with discomfort and pain. "what happened aunty?" asks Apu.
"My breast have swollen up so much that it has started hurting me" said Rina.
"Please open your blouse or it will hurt more. And if you are worrying about me then I promise that I will not fiddle with your titties." said Apu.
Rina got up opened her blouse and unhooked her bra but didn't removed it completely, showing an implication of low trust toward his nephew Apu. Apu too felt bad mentally regarding his aunties attitude and he slept that night turning his back toward his beloved aunty. Rina also felt that what she has done was quite bad. But how would now convince Apu to suckle on her breast. Even after removing the bra she was still experiencing the constant throbbing pain of swollen milk around her breast. She gently taps to Apu's back and begs "Apu my dear Child please suckle on my breast. Its hurting me a lot. And now I cant milk it anymore. It will hurt more."
"I will suckle and relief you from pain but you need to promise me that you will let me suckle on those titties whenever I want to. Promise me." demands Apu.
"Ok I will...now come suckle on it fast." said Rina in a pleading tone. Apu jumped over her. Removed her bra very slowly, took one of the massive areolas in his mouth and started squirming it slowly. But after few minute suckings when milk was still not coming out. Apu took a drastic measure to end the problem. He squeezed the whole lumpy mass of breast with hands and pressed his teeths hard on the areola and started sucking violently.
"Uh you little goblin...slowly...they are delicate...uuuuhh oh god...slowly apu....Don't tear it apart," cried Rina.
"No aunty I will do that until you start milking like a cow. You better start milking or I will cut you breast apart," said Apu commandingly.
After a few second of tormenting Rina's breast started milking. Still Apu doesn't loosens the grip of his teeth from the areolas. After half an hour the breast dries out and apu shift out to the another breast. In the meanwhile when he looks at the previous breast he was suckling. He founds his teeth marks engraved on her smooth creamy skin. Apu taps on Rina's cheek and finds she is half unconscious. Apu looks at her subtle body. Every curve was filled with an sex appeal. For moment when he gets up he sees that her aunty's hole is partly unleashed as the saree has got tangled. Apu felt a throbbing on his dick by looking at the sight. But couldn't understand what to do. He was in a total confusion. He pressed his groins upon her auty and started to suck the other breast with more power than before.
"Apu slowly my son...feel pity on me" cried Rina and tears rolled down her eyes.
Rina could feel the throbbing dick of Apu between her legs and so she divided her legs more to enjoy the ecstasy. Rina was tempted to experience the dodge of the throbbing dick but couldn't urged Apu for that. In the meanwhile Apu was devouring on the creamy black areolas which he was almost chewing with his teeths. After a while when the other breast's also dries out Apu starts licking Rina's bossoms and rolling the nipples between his fingers.
"Apu that's enough for tonight now let sleep"
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Aunty where is my lunch I am feeling hungry." said apu with a sense of fake astonishment.
Aunt Rina didn't seemed a bit surprised and replied to Apu with a smile " Just amoment my dear. I will serve your lunch within a few minutes."
After that she turned to Apu with her breast hanging out and gave him a gesture to go and sit in the table. After Apu came back to table she milked her breast for a while and then came to the table to serve the lunch. Her blouse was still undone and Apu could see those black tities ambushed under her thin cotton saree. While having lunch Apu's full focus was on the two black nipples that was still leaking and was making a patch mark in her saree.
With utter astonishment apu suddenly ask " Aunty do you still have milk in your breast." Rina gazes at Apu's face for a while without any reparation. And then burst into laughter.
Then speaks " Ya I do have milk...a lot of milk that I have to drain it sometime to avoid pain. When you stay at school in afternoon and in late mid night when you are asleep I come to the kitchen to squeeze out my swollen breast to avoid pain and fatigue."
"Sorry aunty to interrupt you in..." Apu hadn't even completed his sentence when aunt Rina consoles her. "It's okay my dear, don't feel guilty about that. Instead I should be thankful to you about breaking the ice that I was planning to do from a long time back which became possible only for you my dear. Now I will be able to milk even in front of you and there is now no reason to hide myself in private to milk my breast."
After that they both started having their lunch but Apu couldn't concentrate on any thing else other than those two gooseberry tities. He was gradually becoming more and more desperate to suck those tities but he couldn't some how managed to. But then a fabulous idea came to his mind. But for the meanwhile he have to wait for night to come.
In evening Apu was studying and as usual Rina was guiding him sitting next to her. "Apu if you can complete your mathematics home work on time, I promise I will give you what ever you want from me." said Rina Aunty.
Apu grinned and replied "Are you sure". "Ya, anything you want," added Rina. Apu started to working on mathemetics and completed it before expected time.
Rina happily asked Apu "so there you go my boy! What do you want."
Apu replies with a sense of awkwardness in his face "Can I have your breast milk?" Rina thought for awhile and then replied "Ya you can but only after dinner and not any time in day." as Rina acceptes the proposal of breastfeeding, Apu's sunken face Seems to brighten up in a beam of hope and excitement to enjoy this heavenly pleasure. They came to the dinner table and was having their usual soft conversation while having food. Apu was getting restless to bite on the buttery skin of her aunt's breast and now and then was trying to fondle with her boobs. Rina didn't provide any resistance to Apu's activity but rather facilitates his naughtiness by asking him
"Apu do you want to fondle my nipples? If you want to do that, then I will open my bra for you." then she gets up from the table for a while and unhooks her bra underneath her blouse. Even after unhooking her bra, the shape of the breast remains intact and doesn't hangs down like juggs of other women. This heats up Apu much more.
Then she pulls the chair near Apu and asks him "Now Apu slid your hand under my blouse and squeeze the nipples until my blouse starts getting wet with milk."
Apu slid his hand down her cleavage and was trying hard to reach one of the nipples but couldn't as the blouse was so tight. He then pleads Rina "Aunty Can I unhook your blouse please. I am unable to reach your areolas."
"Oh Sure! Please be comfortable to play with My soft toys. And remember, don't pluck them or squeeze them hard, it's very delicate and pains a lot if mishandled" said Rina.
"Don't worry aunt I will take utmost care in milking you down. I promise to give you the most wonderful milking experience" said Apu.
Now slowly Apu opens her blouse and slid the straps of her bra from her shoulder. Then he stands behind her back and started rolling his fingers over her areolas cupping both the breasts. This stimulated her so much that she made some low moaning noise in sheer enjoyment. Apu understood that his Aunty is experiencing height of excitement. So he came down to her lap slowly and pressed her right boob in his warm and moist lips and milk spurted out of Rina's breast. Rina at this moment pushed him aside and made a mischivieous smile.
And said "Apu you said that you want to drink my milk...but..."
Apu asks inquisitively "but what?"
Rina continues "but you never mentioned that you want to suckle on this heavenly chocolate colored areolas. Did you? I don't think so. So now bring a cup from the kitchen I will pour my milk on it, then you can devour on it anyway."
Poor Apu got trapped and did what his aunty offered him at last. He couldn't dared to argue any more because he felt that it may worsen the situation and leave him with desperation and nothing else. After clearing the dinner table Apu went to bed to sleep. After a while aunt Rina accompanied him to bed. She was still wearing a bra under her blouse and changed her blouse for a more tighter one so that Apu couldn't slide it in any possible means. Apu soon understood it when he tried to slid her blouse while she was asleep. At last failed in his attempt he restores back to his sleep.
In the mid night Apu wakes up hearing a low moaning voice. He gets up and finds aunt Rina moaning with discomfort and pain. "what happened aunty?" asks Apu.
"My breast have swollen up so much that it has started hurting me" said Rina.
"Please open your blouse or it will hurt more. And if you are worrying about me then I promise that I will not fiddle with your titties." said Apu.
Rina got up opened her blouse and unhooked her bra but didn't removed it completely, showing an implication of low trust toward his nephew Apu. Apu too felt bad mentally regarding his aunties attitude and he slept that night turning his back toward his beloved aunty. Rina also felt that what she has done was quite bad. But how would now convince Apu to suckle on her breast. Even after removing the bra she was still experiencing the constant throbbing pain of swollen milk around her breast. She gently taps to Apu's back and begs "Apu my dear Child please suckle on my breast. Its hurting me a lot. And now I cant milk it anymore. It will hurt more."
"I will suckle and relief you from pain but you need to promise me that you will let me suckle on those titties whenever I want to. Promise me." demands Apu.
"Ok I will...now come suckle on it fast." said Rina in a pleading tone. Apu jumped over her. Removed her bra very slowly, took one of the massive areolas in his mouth and started squirming it slowly. But after few minute suckings when milk was still not coming out. Apu took a drastic measure to end the problem. He squeezed the whole lumpy mass of breast with hands and pressed his teeths hard on the areola and started sucking violently.
"Uh you little goblin...slowly...they are delicate...uuuuhh oh god...slowly apu....Don't tear it apart," cried Rina.
"No aunty I will do that until you start milking like a cow. You better start milking or I will cut you breast apart," said Apu commandingly.
After a few second of tormenting Rina's breast started milking. Still Apu doesn't loosens the grip of his teeth from the areolas. After half an hour the breast dries out and apu shift out to the another breast. In the meanwhile when he looks at the previous breast he was suckling. He founds his teeth marks engraved on her smooth creamy skin. Apu taps on Rina's cheek and finds she is half unconscious. Apu looks at her subtle body. Every curve was filled with an sex appeal. For moment when he gets up he sees that her aunty's hole is partly unleashed as the saree has got tangled. Apu felt a throbbing on his dick by looking at the sight. But couldn't understand what to do. He was in a total confusion. He pressed his groins upon her auty and started to suck the other breast with more power than before.
"Apu slowly my son...feel pity on me" cried Rina and tears rolled down her eyes.
Rina could feel the throbbing dick of Apu between her legs and so she divided her legs more to enjoy the ecstasy. Rina was tempted to experience the dodge of the throbbing dick but couldn't urged Apu for that. In the meanwhile Apu was devouring on the creamy black areolas which he was almost chewing with his teeths. After a while when the other breast's also dries out Apu starts licking Rina's bossoms and rolling the nipples between his fingers.
"Apu that's enough for tonight now let sleep"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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