My Daughter’s Sweet Milk – Part 3 by TheHornyWidower..,
After catching me with our daughter the night before, my wife Amanda decided she wanted to play too. , Part Three
Alternating speed on the vibrator my daughter had secretly put up into herself earlier caused her to squirm and giggle. Unfortunately after about 5 minutes the whirring sound coming from between her legs began to slow to a pathetic growl. She took the remote from me saying, “Guess that didn’t last very long.” She reached down the front of her pants and withdrew the egg-shaped device with a wet, almost popping sound and then stashed the entire assembly down between the cushion and arm of the couch. “Hey, do you mind if I have a small sip of that? I haven’t had a drink in months.”
I considered the drink in my hand for a second and shrugged, “Don’t suppose it will do any real harm in a small enough amount.”
She took a drink and gave it back to me. “Mmm, tastes good. Mind if I make one for myself?”
I knew Amanda used to pump milk before she drank so she’d have time to get the alcohol out of her system before another feeding. I asked her if she had what she needed to get Cory a bottle made up and she said she thought so.
She got up and went to her room, when she came back she held up a pump to show me like she had won a trophy, “found it!”
Back on the couch she raised her t-shirt and I watched in fascination as she squeezed the handle on the pump and the small mouth sucked her nipple in, stretching it to a point it was nearly filling the inch-and-a-half long tube. Several tiny streams of milk sprayed into the remaining space, coating the inside of the tube.
“Would you help me with the other one?” Her question startled me out of my mini-trance and once I realized what she suggested… I took her other boob between my hands and began massaging it until a small bead of milk appeared and hung from her nipple. I caught it with the tip of my tongue, again struck by the sweetness of her milk in contrast to regular milk from the store – if store-bought milk tasted this good, I might be able to actually finish a gallon before it went bad once in awhile.
I drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking and releasing, trying to mimic the speed she was pumping the other until I realized she was no longer pumping… or even moving.
I looked up but she was not looking at me, her eyes were locked on something over my shoulder in total terror. I looked back and saw Amanda standing there, arms folded, glaring at us. At first, I was afraid that this was really genuine upset… forgetting what we had discussed most of the day.
“What the fuck is going on out here? I go to bed for 30 minutes and when I can’t sleep, I get up to this?” she yelled.
“Honey I-”
Julie interrupted frantically, “Mom, I’m sorry. I hadn’t had a man touch me in months and I kinda seduced Dad… don’t be mad at him, it’s not his fault.”
I watched Amanda’s stern expression struggling to at least remain serious, knowing it wasn’t going to win for very long. I said, “You remember how much we both loved the taste of your breastmilk when you were feeding Julie. Come sit over here and try hers.”
Carrying her role to the best as she was able, she continued to look maybe half upset and half pouty as she came and sat between Julie and I knees first into the couch so her feet and butt were hanging off the front.
Julie looked just a bit scared still but didn’t protest as her mom steadied herself on the back of the couch and leaned forward while lifting her breast to her mouth with the other hand.
I’ve seen my wife with another woman, though it’s been a long time now… this was nothing like that. I remembered Julie nursing from Amanda as a baby and now their roles were reversed.
Amanda released the hold she had on Julie’s nipple and positioned herself above me so I’d have to look up to kiss her. A small trickle of milk leaked from her mouth and I did my best to try and catch it before she leaned in to kiss me. Both our lips now slick with our daughter’s milk, the kiss was so hot it made my dick start to twitch in my sweats. I slid my hand up Amanda’s leg and began massaging her pubic mound through her sleep pants.
As our kiss broke, I remembered Julie was sitting right beside us and looked over at her. She met my eyes with a rather uneasy smile. Feeling like maybe it was time to let her off the hook, I looked back to my wife.
Sometimes you meet someone who you can finish each other’s sentences, and if you marry that person and stay together as long as we have you can have some of your conversations just with your eyes. I sent her a quick, “hey I got a question” look then shifted my eyes toward Julie. She glanced at Julie then came back at me with a grin. I smiled back at her and asked out loud, “So, did that taste as good as you have been imagining all day?”
“Mmm, yes it sure did babe!”
Now it was Julie’s turn to yell what the fuck at us, “… you were playing me? You had me all plotted out huh?” All her nervousness faded to the mock pouting expression I remembered so well from her years growing up. Her faux exasperation was so easy to see that my wife and I both smiled at each other and chuckled. She couldn’t resist long and soon smiled back at us. “So you liked my milk, Mom? Would you like some more?” With that she pulled her t-shirt the rest of the way off.
Taking her lead, I took the bottom of Amanda’s shirt and began coaxing it up as well until Julie joined me in undressing her mother. After getting her shirt off she stood up, Julie and I each took a side of her waistband and finished the job together. We all took turns undressing each other the rest of the way until we were all standing naked in front of the couch. Amanda’s breasts, while older, were still fairly attractive; far from hanging, looking toward the floor or anything… as they pressed against Julie’s chest my two girls started softly rubbing each other’s waists, working up ribs to the sides of each other’s boobs and playing lazily with each other.
Together, we guided Julie around to have her sit in the middle of the couch before we both knelt down on the floor in front of her. We each grabbed a leg and pulled, simultaneously spreading them apart while dragging her butt up to the front of the cushion. It might have been some time since we’d shared another woman, but I knew exactly what my wife had in mind. We kissed slowly up the inside of Julie’s thighs, coming closer together until our mouths and tongues met in the middle, taking turns kissing lips and tongues and labia and clit and back again until finally the combined saliva and juices leaking from Julie’s soft, puffy pussy encouraged Amanda to more or less shove my head away with hers as she buried her face and tongue as deeply as she was able. We both had to try and hold Julie as steady as possible so she didn’t end up moving away from Amanda’s tongue as a violent shudder overcame her and her entire body quaked with her orgasm.
Finally it began to subside and Amanda withdrew. Placing my hand on her check, I kissed her nearly dripping-wet lips enjoying the now familiar taste of Julie’s cum.