I dragged our luggage up the way as my wife went on without me.

"seed to granny !"she exclaimed, the moment our daughter opened the front door, holding our grandchild in her limb. I couldn't help smile, either. billystick was the cutest small bundle of joy I had ever laid middle upon.

The endure fourth dimension I felt that way was when Sam was a newborn, twenty yr ago. Now she was a mother herself. A fully grown woman. That dark impulse buried inside me crawled up, poking the surface of my nous. shtup, Samantha had an astonishing adolescent body, further accentuated from giving nascency. The dress she wore still hugged the curves of her hips and exquisite branch.

What really got to me, though, were her chest. I couldn't assist but check out the deep vale of her cleavage, made sexual and obscene by how to the full and engorged they were with Milk River.

I swallowed as we hugged, her womanly scent invading my nostrils and making my cock stir with need.

"Thank you for coming, pa. I appreciate it."

I smiled."I wouldn't leave my babygirl in the lurch."

It was a three hour journey to Sam and her husband's new home.

Paul was a welder. He recently landed a job an offshore oil rig welder, and the pay was too good to push aside. But it meant Sam was left home alone to look after Billy for a few months.

I knew Sam could treat it. She was a tough little thing. But Linda wouldn't have any of it. Besides, she relished the opportunity to spend some quality clip with her grandson.

"I'll appearance you guys to your room."

The architectural plan was to stick for a couple of month. Linda would help search after billy club and I would ... Well, potter about like an imbecile, I guess. I ran a small redevelopment business, but I had a ripe team with me. I spent years in the business deal but as I got aged, I was relegated to more administrative duty. It gave me plenty of flexibility. I probably would suffer to pop back now and then, but virtually of the time, I could make out affair with my headphone and email.

The urge to get my hired hand dirty was there, though. Sam shown me where Paul's tools were in the garage and I went around the house to see if there were any small jobs I could do. Change a tap here, and see about mending the garden fence. It was form of fun planning these miniskirt projects in my head, and it made me feel useful.

It happened on the third gear night. I was twiddling about under the bathroom sink and needed an extra small spanner. Saint Paul didn't have one, so I went to see to it out my own toolbox in my car. In the unlit hallway, I passed by Samantha's bedroom and the slice of light coming out of her bedroom door stopped me in my rail.

It was awry, I knew it. But something at the Qaeda of my spine compelled me. I knew Linda was downstairs with nightstick. Just fifteen mo ago, Sam had fed him in the living room, and her mother sent her up here to breathe. Linda was more than felicitous to cradle billy goat and sentinel over him.

A strange, illicit thrum of excitement washed over me, my centre on my daughter's soundbox. She was on the bed, asleep in her nightgown that was partly undone.

I swallowed. I could just about make out the curve of one of her sizable breasts. I knew she expressed earlier, but they still looked so full moon ...

optic still closed, she yawned. She casually scratched at her chest, catching the fabric. The movement pulled it aside, exposing a breast.

I groaned and clamped my script over my oral cavity. The air suddenly felt thick with tension.

Her breast was so soft and pillowy, like a water balloon. My lips felt dry as I gazed longingly for her gumdrop sized nipple. Her areola was tanned a few shades deeper from pregnancy. Even from the door, I could reach out the tangerine texture of her areola.

"Oh, pappa,"she moaned under her hint. The Book shook me to the core. And then her manus drifted up to her exposed breast, and she gave it a casual squeeze.

"nooky ..."I gasped in penny-pinching quiet. free fall of milk beaded out and ran down the position, making me lap up my rim. What a waste.

My cock hardened, demanding relief.

Sam's other hand disappeared between her legs, and a low purr escaped her lip. Her expression went slopped, and she brought her mitt up to the visible radiation, showing off how fucking soaked she was.

"A-ah, no… Stop daddy…"she moaned. My god, she must've been having an erotic dream.

And I was in it.

She splayed her legs and pulled her soaking wet scanty aside and started running her frail finger along her ignite pussy lips.

I groaned again, fishing my painfully raise peter from its confines, choking it in my desperate grip, milking my need.

"roll in the hay,"she cried out as her fingerbreadth disappeared in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Her breaths came curt and stuttered, and she kept calling for me.

It was such a sexy sight, watching my daughter kneading her breast, making milk leak out and teasing her cunt to oblivion. My own orgasm welled up inside me, like a tympani boiling over.

"Ohhh, dad. Give me your turncock, she begged, her face taut with pleasure. Her hip joint curled against her invading fingers and I knew she was getting close. Her other hand tugged at her teat painfully, forcing more and more milk to spray out.

"Daddy, you're making me cum,"she moaned.

And then she yelped. My hip joint bucked and shuddered against her hand riding the waves of her taboo fantasy.

"Sweetheart ..."I groaned. I gritted my teeth, fighting the impulse to cry out. My prick jolted violently, spraying cum all over the doorframe and dripping onto the carpet.

Sam collapsed back onto the bed and seemed to go under back to sleep.

I waited for a few minute, catching my breath and watching her half exposed, gorgeous body, before I snuck away.

My heart thundered in my breast. Knowing what type of out fantasies my beautiful daughter harboured made staying here a century clip harder.

"You not eating ? You've been pushing that bloody piece of music of toast around for the live ten minutes."

"Just tired,"I said.

My wife wiped her hands and leaned in."You better not be watching those x-rated movies on the goggle box late at night. I know those improper television channel are available. This isn't our house, so I expect you to make some restraint."

"shit it, cleaning lady. What do you think I am ? A monkey in heat ? I was doing no such thing."

"So, why were you going downstairs multiple times conclusion night ? It was disturbing me."

"I- I couldn't sleep. The not used to this place."

I couldn't very well recite her my prick was getting heavily thinking about our girl masturbating over me. My cock twitched under the table over the fond memory.

"Morning, dad. Morning mom,"Samantha said, with little billy goat in tow."eternal sleep okay ?"

"I'm fine dear. Your sire, not so much."

"You okay, dad ? Had a voiceless one finally night ?"

"W-what ?"

"A hard night ? I know it's intemperate settling in a unfamiliar place. carry me a while to get used to here, too."

I felt my boldness got red."I'll be fine. The bed was quite comfortable."

"I'm glad. I hope I didn't disturb you. I swear I sleepwalk or something. St. Paul complains that I'm always talking and doing things with my hands when I'm sleeping, so I hope I didn't start you."

"O-oh, not at all. I didn't see anything."

Linda picked up baton and started bouncing him in her arm."I think Billy would care to go to the park with nanna, and then maybe he would like to go do some shopping ! What do you think, he-goat ?"

My baby squealed nonsensically and wiped his tosh all over his grandma's shoulder.

"I think that's a yes !"

"I'll get my hat,"I said.

"Oh bosh to that, Harry. I know you don't really want to come watch me burn a hole in your billfold. I'll spare you the torment."

"Can't you just not burn it at all ?"

"And what will we do with the money ? It's there to be used. Isn't that right, Billy ?"

He goo-gahhed in agreement.

"Why don't you make yourself utile and help Sam around the theater ? God knows you don't do enough of that at home."

I sank back into my president. Shopping wasn't something I enjoy."I'll make sure as shooting to be useful."

"Would you like me to come up ?"Sam asked.

"No, I want you to rest. I remember vividly how tiring it was to constantly search after a little one. You rest."

"Thanks, mom. I appreciate it."

The minute the door closed, Sam looked at me."Don't vexation, dad, you can just put your fundament up and take on it easy, too. I'm just glad you and mom are here to keep me company."

"Your mother is a natural with truncheon. But I'd like to do what I can around the house, too."

She relented and rattled off a list of things her married man didn't get around to doing. Then she winced.

"You okay ?"

"I need to go sort something out."

"You're not in pain sensation, are you ?"

"Oh, dad. No. It's just my tit are aching. They're total and I need to pump."

"Oh,"I said, my face flushing red.

She giggled and went upstairs.

A few second passed, and I barely got out to the shed before Sam called for me.

"Dad ? Can you come here a second ?"she called out of the window.

I went upstairs, and a knocked on the bedroom door and entered. The moment I saw her, my optic went extensive, and I spun around.

A car was attached to her breast, whirring away and drawing the milk out and pumping it into a bottle.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you like this,"I muttered.

She giggled."This is rather embarrassing, but can you lend me a bridge player ?"

I scratched the rachis of my heading."I—I never helped your mother out with this kind of matter. I don't know if I'll be any good."

"It's not complicated,"she said over the birr of the pump."It's a lot well-to-do with two people. Please, daddy."

I licked his sassing."I—I suppose I can't leave you in the lurch."

I sat on the edge of the bed. My nervousness frayed. Christ, I didn't know where to seem. I swore I could sense amusement in her eyes.

She grabbed my manus and placed it over the cup."Just sustain it tight against me."

With her hands, she cupped the side of meat of her lactating tit and applied more pressure. A moan escaped her mouth, as milked flowed freely from her mammilla. I let out a breath as I watched, mesmerised by the sight of my girl's Milk River being extracted.

"You have no idea how thoroughly this feels,"she sighed."Its just so tight and full and you're making me feel so just. Thank you, daddy."

"N-no problem,"I swallowed.

We sat there as the auto worked, filling the bottle. Eventually, the milk flow rate started to ebb and decelerate down.

"Is that everything ?"I asked.

"We still have the other boob."

"Oh."

Sam pulled the cup away and undid the nursing bottle. She placed a cap on it and replaced it with a new bottle. She pulled aside her nightie, exposing her former boob. She didn't bother trying to obliterate away her enfeeble boob.

"Can you see the divergence between the two ?"she asked as she rigged the machine up to the other breast."I can't conceive how much Milk I make !"

"I suppose there's quite a lot,"I swallowed.

"gift it a squeeze."

"What ?"

Sam grabbed my hired man and placed it over her free breast."Give it a squeezing, daddy. You won't believe me otherwise,"she purred, smiling innocently.

My shaft pulsed in my trousers.

Tentatively, my hand clasped over her milky white bod. Sam moaned as her tilt difficult mamilla grazed against my palm.

"If it feels fatty, not squishy like a water bed, you know the breast has been adequately expressed,"she said.

"I-I see."

I squeezed a bit more, maybe out of reflex response and milk shot out all over my hand.

"Sorry, there's still a touch total in me,"she chuckled."Would you like to sample it ? It's skilful for you."

There was a pause between us.

"I don't know. Would that be uncanny ?"

"Well, do you need to try it ?"

I swallowed."I am curious."

"Then do it,"she whispered."I won't tell mom."

I looked at my mitt. The sweet E. B. White liquid was just there. I licked my lips and brought my hand to my quivering mouth.

And licked.

"It's very sweet."

"It is. A lot of guy wire drink it nowadays. It's completely natural. Just a lot of citizenry still find it strange. taboo, even."

He simply nodded, possibly because he didn't know what to say to that.

"Would you like some more ?"

"Oh, no. I couldn't possibly call for Billy's milk away from him."

She laughed and gave my thigh a playful squeeze. The fact that an erection was visibly pushing against my trouser did not look to bother her."I hate to admit it, but I make far too a great deal milk. I throw away most of it. Or sell it. Why let it go to neutralize, right ?"

"That's very smart of you. I-I guess if you have plenty to spare, I wouldn't idea a taste."

She pulled the freshly filled bottle off her tit and I reached for it, but she pushed my hand away.

"Oh no, the bottleful is for Billy."

"What should I do then ?"

She looked at her bosom."There's still some Milk River in me. I can feel it. If you don't judgement, daddy, would you like to drink it straight from the reference ?"

"I'm not sure if that's appropriate,"I rasped. Despite my words, my heart fluttered with joy. I wanted to attach myself onto her teat and never let go.

"Please, pappa,"she begged, tugging on her mamilla."It still aches."

"O-okay. I'll helper you."

Sam smiled and shimmied up the bed, and I joined her. I felt my blood pulsing in my ears, as I felt like I was about to cut through a line.

"Um, how do we do this ?"

She grabbed her chest, the one that she just finished expressing, but still had some Milk in it. With a squeeze, fresh milk dripped out."Simple. You put your mouth over it and suckle."

I swallowed and simply nodded.

I must allow in, I felt a little silly, being a grown man crawling up to a woman like a baby waiting for milk, but all that evaporated the moment my mouth latched over her pap. Hot milk shot into my waiting sass and I moaned around her teat.

Her hand reached up and cradled the cover of my head."That's it, daddy, booze it up."

I moaned again and swallowed down her scrumptious Milk. Now and then, I would lash out my spit and tease her tit, making her moan and wriggle with pleasure.

"God, this flavor so wrongfulness, but so expert,"my girl gasped."Don't you think so, daddy ?"

I didn't let go of my nipple. I feared if I so, I wouldn't get it ever again. Instead, I moaned in agreement.

Sam grabbed my hand and placed it over her other breast. I sighed, kneading it greedily, tugging and yanking on her leathery nipple.

"Oh, my,"she mewled."I can't fault your exuberance, daddy."

We were like that for a few minutes, her just lying there and enjoying me sucking her breasts. My cock was hard as an iron rod, pressing against her inner thigh.

She chuckled, reaching down and taking it in her hired man."daddy, what is this ? Are you getting turned on from helping me out ? Shame on you."

"I'm so grim,"I groaned out. Despite that, my pelvic girdle thrusted against her spot in physiological reaction."Just snub it. God, just snub it and please just let me drink in your milk."

Sam unbuttoned my trousers and pushed them down, along with my underwear. My painfully erect cock sprung out, soaked in my own precum.

She grabbed my shaft of light, enjoying how hot it was against her decoration and how it pulsed desperately as she wrapped her finger around it.

"Oh, God,"I grimaced.

"I can't ignore this. reckon how laborious it is. When was the go time you emptied your formal ? Doesn't mom take care of you ?"

She pumped it up and down. Her bridge player was so frail and lenient, and the slender move threatened to be my undoing.

"I can't remember the shoemaker's last time we made dear,"I stammered.

"You poor matter. I know a thing or two about being sexually neglected. Paul doesn't have much pastime in my post-pregnancy trunk,"she sighed, making a pouty face.

"Impossible. If you were mine, sweetheart, I'd be enjoying your torso every day."

"I love that enthusiasm of yours,"she laughed."But can you keep a unavowed, daddy ?"

"Y-yes. Of course."

She guided my cock until it pressed against her soaked panties. I could feel how wet and eager she was for my cock. She was totally off limit. But that made me desire her even more.

My hip lurched forward as if it had a life of its own, trying to impel into my girl's teenage puss, separated by a thin mainsheet of material.

"What do you say to two frustrated adult helping each former out ? No one else has to know."

"I think that's a neat idea,"I agreed.

"Good,"she purred. My daughter yanked her panties aside and my hard cock plunged into her instantly.

"Ohhhh, pappa,"she cried out from the sudden touch of her cunt being filled with my prick. It felt so hot and tight, and the feel of absolute walking on air on my sweet-scented girl's case was priceless.

"Oh God, oh fucking God,"I whimpered.

It was as if I lost all gumption of intellect. An animal pauperization consumed me and I slammed my cock in and out of her like a rabid fauna. I was going a picayune mad with lust. I couldn't focus on anything other than the forbidden parsimoniousness of my girl's neglected pussy.

Sam looked at me, and suddenly, she leaned up and kissed me on the sass. That set off another hungriness inside me and I returned the kiss with a desperate fervidness, snaking my eagre knife into her mouth.

Sam moaned, crossing her legs behind me and digging into my backbone, urging me to sleep together her harder.

"Don't stop,"she begged."Make me cum, pa. Make your daughter cum all over your dick."

My cock swelled up in reply."God, Samantha, you're one wilderness, sexy woman. I can't possibly resist you."

"Don't resist,"she mewled."Give in. sacrifice it all to me. collapse me your milk. abandon your balls in my pussy."

"Oh, God."

Bad hip or not, I drove as hard as I could into her, driven by the singular need to fill her with my seed.

"Don't stopover. Don't fucking blockage,"she begged. Her finger's breadth were a blur over her hard little clit.

"I'm cumming, honey. Oh, God, I'm cumming,"I whimpered.

"Cum !"

With her unloose hand, she grabbed her breast and squeezed. milk shot forth, hitting my face, neck and shirt as I roared, shooting hot, thick circle of cum into my own daughter.

"Daddy !"

Her body shuddered and writhed with egg white hot pleasure as she orgasmed all over my cock. I held her tight as she came again and again.

And then I collapsed on top of her, a sweaty, sodden mess.

I sucked in bass breaths, feeling my weight on her, drawing in the scent of her feminine sweat and spent energy, feeling her pulse around my softening dick.

As our optic met, I smiled."Do you intend you want daddy to assist you out again tomorrow ?"

"Absolutely."

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