Author: SluttyChatter

Nursing in front of my In-laws Part 4 [MMF] [Incest]

Previously In PART 3

My husband came into the nursery and sat at my feet. He loved to be near me when I fed – it gave him a parental connection, too. “About yesterday,” he started abruptly, then fell silent. “He won’t be satisfied just having us as neighbors. We both know he wants more. He did it before. In college. I mean I was in college, and I fell in love, and I brought her home at Christmas to meet my parents. He took her from me. Right there in our house. Then he bought her a ticket home. It was humiliating.”

“I want to put the baby down and you and I get back in bed for a while, OK? I need some special time with my husband.”

We both smiled, and exchanged a peck on the lips as I again reached for his penis. “Maybe we should take this back to bed, Bradley?” He made more noises. “Do you think you could cum inside me again, Baby?” Now his face was twisted and his orgasm loomed. Then it came to me. “I need to be fucked again, Bradley. Please?” He was whimpering like a puppy now, so close. “OK, Baby Boy. Go ahead and cum. Your Daddy will be here soon.” Read more »

[MMF] Nursing in Front of my In-Laws Part 3

In Part 2 –

My father-in-law reached over my head and began to apply the lanolin on my nipples. My small B-cup breasts delighted in his fondling hands. I shivered when his lips brushed my ear and he said “Your tits drive me insane, Tracy. Insane. Such perfect tits for such a perfect little Mommy.” I lowered one of my hands to touch my pubis; Thomas’s hand came with mine.

“Dad? Tracy? The baby is awake.” We both looked at Bradley, hesitant to enter the room in which his wife was being caressed by his father. “Thomas,” I said, “let’s continue tomorrow, OK? I need some time alone with Bradley now.”

Late that night, at 1:00 am the baby cried and woke me. I went to his room, scooped him up in my arms, and sat in the nursing chair. I closed my eyes, my mind drifted back to times my husband applied the cream, and then to that afternoon, when his father had taken over. I made a decision there in the dark that would alter all our lives, then tiptoed back to bed. I was already wet again, down there. My libido was back. Read more »

[MMF] Nursing in Front of my In-Laws Part 2

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In Part 1 –

I was silent for a second, cream in one hand, my nipples hard as pebbles. My life forked in front of me. I looked at father and son and made a decision. “It’s OK, Bradley, I think I would like Thomas to help, OK? Thomas, would you please finish the other nipple?”

I was aroused. My sexual desires had been modest since the birth, my libido very low. Babies are exhausting, and I couldn’t remember the last time Bradley and I had made love. I let my head roll back onto the cushion and closed my eyes as Thomas worked both my nipples in front of my husband’s silent gaze. I moaned something.

When Thomas heard me purr he made a decision. “Bradley, go sit with the baby while he naps, OK? Stay in his room with him. Tracy is going to close her eyes; I’ll sit with her. Is that all right? Tracy, is that what you want?” Read more »

Nursing In Front of My In-Laws

Relationships between a parent and a child are complicated. But in-law relationships are just plain weird. There’s all this assumed instant intimacy of “the family” without any long history of actual intimacy. If I’d met my husband’s dad first, maybe I would have fallen for him. And to him, I’m kind of just a hot babe his son brought home, not actually any kind of “daughter”. Andrew, my Dad, looks at any of his daughters, maybe thinks “Wow, she’s a beautiful woman, my daughter,” and then immediately remembers she’s forbidden. My husband’s dad looks at me and thinks, “Damn, my son beat me to that one.”

Long way to say the three men in my life look at me, and treat me, in different ways. I’ve danced with all of them, and the three men hold me differently. Dancing with my husband it is the normal cheek-to-cheek, pelvises allowed to touch, lips whispering in ears. Dancing with my dad is a bit stiff and formal – Andrew keeps me just an inch away, properly, no pelvic touching. In my father’s arms, yes, but not in his embrace, if you get my point. And with Thomas it’s some strange in-between thing, and one minute I’m a proper inch apart and the next moment our bodies are touching – and then they’re not. Until they do again. Sometimes Thomas gets hard, and I can feel that. Read more »