Meeting Tamiko’s coy smile as she reclined on her step-daughter’s bed made your pendulous cock harden. Her clothes were folded neatly and you could hear a motherly tsk-ing with each article of clothing you hastily shed and let fall to the floor. Your breath caught each time Tamiko chided you, cheeks feeling flush with embarrassment and excitement at letting her see every inch of corded and naked muscles. Including the arching organ that had impregnated her months ago. All underneath the gaze of her ex-husband.
Tamiko held her swollen breasts in her palms, working her fingers in slow massage as she offered them to you. “Darling, mommy forgot her milking machine in the master bedroom.” With a caress your step-mother reached past your chin to the back of your head and guided you to one of her engorged nipples. “Could you?” Rivulets of milk bursts forth as soon as you began to suck and tease her with your tongue. Her relief was palpable her shuddering moan. “Our little one won’t starve. Mhhm, every day there’s more, darling. I am so lucky that have such a helpful daughter.”
After brushing aside strands of your bleached hair and placing a soft kiss on your forehead her finger tips searched out the blooming head of your shaft. Sensations, feeling oddly familiar as your past and forgotten lives echoed through your step-mother’s touch, assaulted you. “MOMMY!” Crying out, you tore away and threw your arms around her neck. In the tight embrace, you squirmed and pressed yourself against your step-mother’s pregnant belly. Tamiko softened her attention on your sex, mistaking your outburst as her being too rough. As apology the hulking woman nuzzled closer and kissed her way down your neck while showering your cock with her tender affection.
You had your smartphone still in your hand and held it behind the back of the older Asian woman’s head. It had barely left your grip since installing the app. On opening it again there was newly generated sentence waiting for you. ‘Alicia focuses her mind on the taste of Tamiko’s breast milk.’ You began selfishly, altering ‘breast’ to ‘muscle-enhancing’ but you also had something else in mind to create the perfect family for Linda.
“Mom?” Tamiko could read the careful emotion in your question and balanced the concern for her adoptive daughter and the lust for her lover. Your aunt didn’t stop working your cock, keeping you on edge and ready to resume once you had finished asking your question. A role-model for the kind of motherhood you envisioned for yourself and your family. “Seeing you and Linda, back when she carried Thea, makes me want a kid too. Not with anyone – Mizuki. My mom. You must’ve fantasized about your sister too when you were my age?”
Locking eyes with your step-mother, you could only spare a glance at the lit screen. ‘Tamiko wants to be supportive of her step-daughter while dissuading her plan to become pregnant.’ One of these words could go. ‘dissuading’ became ‘encouraging.’ Reality wrenched again. Without any immediate and further use, you tossed your phone to the side.
“I sometimes forget how young you are, darling. Its sweet.” Tammy’s digits migrated down to your drenched pussy, playing with your leaking sex. “Once Mizuki sees the women her daughter has already grown into, I know she’ll respond to these feelings. Maybe she’ll open her eyes to her sister too.” Her hand’s grip returned your face to her glistening and lactating nipples. “Here, both my babies still have room to grow.”
Your skin grew taut. The fibrous cords of your muscles ached as you sent another mouthful of milk down your stomach before they swelled. The cycle repeated, becoming denser then almost not noticeably expanding past their limits. Tamiko sucked on her spare breast experiencing a similar transformation as the bed creaked beneath you.