My eyes lazily snap open as I hear the baby wailing between floors. I roll over to my wife’s empty spot between our silky sheets. She must have went into work early, leaving me alone to pursue our marital errands on my day off. A glance at the digital clock confirms it, it is nearing nine in the morning. Saturday’s used to be spent in fatigued bliss, catching up on sleep from the previous busy week. Janice’s ex husband was in prison again for possession, leaving us with custody of their daughter and her newborn.
I couldn’t resent the new addition to the household, poor Alexa was an eighteen year old high school senior with an addict for a father, and an absent mother who immersed herself in work at an RN at the city’s prestigious cardio center. Janice was a loving mother, but she married young due to an unplanned pregnancy. As her ex climbed down the rabbit hole of addiction, their brunette teenager sought solace in the bed of many. She was forced to grow up and tackle both graduating High School and following in her mother’s foot steps of teenage motherhood.
Another cry jostled me from my sleep. I gingerly swung myself out of bed to empty my bladder and prepare for the day. Walking dutifully to the stone flooring of the bathroom, I took a moment to examine my aging features. I was certainly a step up from Janice’s exhusband, I was sober first of all. Although my once thick chocolate brown hair was lined with a salt and pepper hue, my beard was still vibrant and young, as was my toned and fit athletes body. I stopped admiring myself to relieve myself, making a mental note to ask one of the girls to trim my eyebrows.
Flushing the porcelain throne, I stepped out of last night’s briefs and into the shower. Preparing for the sensation of the rainfall shower head, I turned to knob towards a steaming temperature. The pipes churned and bellowed in protest.
“What the fuck!?!” I yelled at nothing in particular. After a few minutes of smacking tile and playing with the controls, I submitted. Wrapping a cotton towel around my waist, I headed downstairs for the guest shower.
Padding quietly through the kitchen to the opposite side of the house, I noted that the crying had stopped. Alexa’s room was dim, a musical feature playing quietly – signaling a sleeping mother and baby.
I unlatched the door to the spare bathroom, only to cringe at the bright light already on.
Alexa’s panicked gasp startled me even more than the fluorescent light on in the bathroom.
She looked just like her mother, doe eyed and beautiful. A smattering of freckles lined her shoulders and arms, kissing her nose and standing boldly against her porcelain skin. Although obviously exhausted with tell tale signs under her eyes, and puffy eyelids and lips – she was undeniably gorgeous, youthful and innocent.
“Braden what…?” She stammered in front of the sink, gazing at me confused and giving my towel-clad body a once over.
“Sorry, I came to use your shower – it sounded as if you two were asleep.” I jerked my hand towards her bedroom across the hall by way of explanation.
“Liam is asleep, I was just taking a few minutes to myself in the meantime. What’s wrong with your shower?” Alexa inquired, clearly appeased and more comfortable.
“Water isn’t coming through the pipes, I’ll have to call someone. I’ll come back later.” I moved closer to the hallway.
“No no, it’s okay! I’ll go brush my teeth in the kitchen.” She reached out to gently welcomed me back into the increasingly cramped bathroom.
I smiled lazily, still unsure how to feel about Janice’s adult daughter. Alexa was sweet, an impressively good mother despite her immaturities and youth. I sensed her mothering spirit in the way she moved around, by the way she grabbed me, compromised her time to allow me a shower.
She grabbed a tooth brush from a cup by the sink, as I turned the handle in her shower to start the flow. I leaned against the wall, granting her time to gather her things. After several minutes of searching for toothpaste, she gripped her head with both hands and let out an exasperated sigh. Before she could release her head from her grasp, a dampness grew apparent through her cotton spaghetti strap top.
“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. I’m like a dairy farm now, the supply never stops.” She half joked while dabbing at her pink T-shirt with a discarded rag.
“Can I do anything?” I managed to ask with forced sincerity.
“Hand me the pump on the kitchen counter?” She asked sheepishly, still dabbing at the milk on her shirt.
I turned and exited the room, scanning the kitchen for a breast pump. I gripped the plastic and dashed back to the bathroom, to find a topless Alexa, gingerly removing her nursing bra.
“Thank you, B!” She exclaimed gratefully. Hands took the pump from my own, as I felt a pull in my balls. She was a teenager, I couldn’t have these thoughts. But my god, those heavy breasts doodled with the marks of growth, veins straining against her pale white skin, with the puffiness evident from her lactating state. She seemed to ignore me while she fixed the pump to one breast, routine taking over and modesty forgotten. I ceased to exist, and so did my logic as I admired her darkened nipples and beautiful curves. Motherhood suited her, she hadnt gained or lost significant weight – a newborn only contributing to her adult curves. A true coke glass bottle frame, with long chestnut locks down her back in a simple, but messy braid.
My gaze couldn’t be broken, until awareness took over her figure. “Right, sorry – I forget sometimes that my tits used to be good for something other than breakfast. I’ll get out of your way. Sorry about that!” Alexa draped her damp T-shirt in front her of, concealing her beautiful breasts.
My balls twitched, my lips couldn’t move. A small tent formed in the terry cloth towel twisted around my torso. Her eyes scanned the movement and acknowledgement clouded her hazel eyes.
“Do I look like my mother?” She asked innocently.
“Um, oh god. What?” I stammered.
“You seem to like what you see, I’m wondering if it’s because I look like mom.” She eyed my growing erection curiously.
“No, this is awkward. I’m sorry Alexa, you’ve just grown up so much and breast are so sexualized. I’m sorry, I should go.”
She switched hands to pump her left breast, and hoisted the other up with her free hand. “Did you want to taste?” She inched closer.
I hesitantly stroked her engorged nipple, noting the smallest of drops leaking from it. Was she really offering her body over to me? Surely she could see the taboo in this.
As if reading my mind, she whispered huskily, “You can try it if you want. I’ll never tell.”
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I eyed her suspiciously.
Alexa smirked, and licked her full lips by way of explanation.
I sank to my knees as she neared her juicy tit to my lips. I latched immediately, feeling her free hand stroke my hair affectionately. Suckling her barely legal breasts, I tasted the sweet cream I’d been so affixed on. “Mmm” I hummed in the back of my throat.
Her eyes rolled, I could tell how much this pleased her as well. With my other hand, I skimmed my erection, and loosened my towel. The cloth dropped around me as I knelt on the bathroom rug. Pulling from the 36D’s, I tasted a thick and sweet milk like no other before. I stroked my raging hard on, feeling satisfied and insanely turned on by this young beauty. Breaking my latch, I looked up at her for further consent. She answered by reaching for my thick cock, gently stroking the perfect mushroom of the head with her dainty fingers. I stood, feeling animalistic and hornier than ever. In turn she knelt, we changed positions, mirroring the other’s lust.
“Finish what you started. I know what you want.” I cringed inwardly, copying lines from a recently viewed internet porn video.
She gazed up at me, and dutifully gripped my cock, sucking it down her throat without skipping a beat. I gasped, securing her head to my hard on with a hand on her braid. She moaned onto my cock, as her nipples twitched and droplets of milk started dripping down her curves.
I reached to these drops, playing with the moisture and feeling the slick sensation against her feverish skin. Twisting her free nipple, I felt her moan against my cock even deeper.
“Milk my cock and I’ll milk your tits, Alexa. Be a good girl.” I murmured, losing myself in this fantasy.
I felt my balls clench, my dick growing antsy and nearing its explosion as she continued to stroke my length. I felt my stomach tight as her sweet tongue caressed every ridge. I pulled myself from her eager mouth, overwhelmed with an eagerness of my own. I pulled her from her knees gently, unable to ignore the ferocity in her wide eyes.
My lips latched to her breast again, this time pulling her closer to an orgasm of her own. She clumsily reached a hand into her sweats, strumming away against herself, bringing her closer to a release. I swirled my tongue against her puffy nipple, taking a pull so deep, as if to end her supply. The delicious cream greeted me even more, as she swirled her small fingers against the lace of her panties.
(TO BE CONTINUED?!)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8mh77x/once_a_whore_always_a_whore_incestlactationbdsm
Damn. Great visuals.
That was so good. Wow. Loved it
Damn! I need more of this!!
Finished in original post!!!