Hi, I'm Helen, I'm nineteen, and I've been lesbian since I can remember.
I live in a strange family: mom and dad, named respectively Anne and Joachim, are naturists, and are both so fond of breastfeeding that, as soon as they got married, decided to bear a child a year, and give it to adoption as soon as it has been born, in order to keep my mom in a state of perennial pregnancy and breastfeeding (yes, you can breastfeed while pregnant, but you should obviously eat a lot!).
I was the first child, and my mother wanted to keep and raise me - my siblings haven't been so lucky. Since I'm now nineteen, I have witnessed ten brothers and eight sisters being nursed for about a week, and then given away. Mom knows their whereabouts (she wouldn't have given her children to unknown or untrustworthy people), but has so far withheld all info from me. As far as I know, dad couldn't care less - he's content with mom being sure they're safe and sound.
My parents are naturists, and I am in the nude at home as well. I admit that I'm somewhat intrigued by my mom's body (her breasts have immensely grown, and her belly, when she is less than three months' pregnant, is nearly flat), but I'm nearly indifferent to dad's. Some lesbians are disgusted by male genitalia, while I simply think that "to anybody his/her own".
The main consumer of mom's milk is, of course, dad; but mom lavishes it, and she's never actually weaned me. Most of my food is vegan, but mom lets me sip some milk from her tits from time to time. Once we were at a (textile) party, and I jokingly asked mom for some of her milk; she took my hand, led me to a closet, opened her shirt, and nursed me for half an hour. Then she asked me to do something she usually asks dad: to fill my mouth with her milk, and snowball it into her. I did it twice - one per tit.
I still wonder if that was just a nursing or an erotic experience for her; it has at least made us more intimate, and mom never refuses me her milk - at times she apologizes saying, "Helen, there isn't much milk left because dad has binged on it".
But there is always more than I hunger for, so I always tell mom, "Don't worry - you'd fill up a whale". A times I and dad shared mom's bosom - he sucked the left breast, I the right one. I feel wet then, and dad shows some visible excitation - but we didn't go on: the boundaries between me and dad are neater and firmer than between me and mom.
You'd think that mom doesn't work, and you'd be wrong: she only has a very peculiar job. She is a "webcam artist" - since she and dad love and crave sex, they've turned their king size bed into their movie studio. They've put seven (!) remote controlled full HD cameras in their bedroom, and have learnt to conceal the remotes between the sheets; there is a row of LED TV monitors hanging from the ceiling, and another between the mattress and the headboard, so they can always see what the online viewers are watching.
They've become really adroit at that, so nobody would notice that they're doing that both for their own pleasure and for their viewers' arousal - and I also noticed that they take advantage of the zoom lenses to get aroused at the magnified private parts of their own and their partner's body.
Ah, you wonder how did I learn that? Simply put, neither parent believes in parental control - they've installed the strongest antivirus software they could afford, but they've never prevented me from watching anything (they only forbade me to buy anything online without their approval).
At about six I both met online porn and my parents' erotic videos - I immediately learnt the difference between love and performance, and stopped watching the first.
My parents' videos fill a niche: amateur-pregnant-breastfeeding, and they earn them a lot of money. I've just ended high school (I don't live in the US - in my country people end high school at 19), and I've just been admitted to a prestigious Faculty of Psychology; alas, even in my country prestige = money, so I once made a strange proposal to my mother.
She was about five months pregnant, dad wasn't at home - men can't just spend the whole day having sex, unless they're my age, so he also has a regular work in a bank, and my mother uses a breast pump and a whole gamut of sex toys to keep both her milk yield and her sex drive (and her viewers' arousal) high when she is alone in her bedroom - apparently, many viewers appreciate her behaving like a causal housewife, who has to make do without her husband when she definitely needs his help.
I came back home, kissed mom on her closed lips, disrobed, and asked her for some milk. She obviously assented, but then noticed that I was eating more than usual, and more voluptuously; she stroked me tenderly (what's a mother supposed to do to her favorite daughter, the only one she kept?), and asked me: "Darling, when you do that, you have something to tell me".
"Right, mom," I said after removing my mouth from her left nipple, "Can I eat from the other breast before answering?"
"Of course," she said, and when I was done, I told her that I wanted to help her with her job.
"How? Do you want to operate the cameras?"
"Not really - I couldn't do better than you. I wanted to join you onstage".
"Darling!! If we did that we'd land up in jail! In our country incest is forbidden even between consenting adults!"
"I could disguise myself".
"Imagine you shrill during orgasm - it would blow up your disguise. No, we can't have sex in front of a camera and get away scot-free."
I asked in amazement: "In front of a camera?"; mom giggled and said: "Darling, such a thing must be made stealthily, not online. Its enjoyment must be private. Nobody must know that - except perhaps dad."
