"Rosie, look at your home, how so chaos?" I went into my daughter's house and frowned.
"Dad, so good you've come. Please help me clean it up." Rosie was holding her one-month-old son and grinned at me.
"Do you take me as a nanny?" I jokingly said.
"Dad, can you help me, please?" Rosie begged.
She was but my only daughter and had just given birth to a child for only a month. Her mother and I broke up when Rosie had been 6. After that I had never re-married and myself brought up my daughter, who had become very dependent on me.
I shook my head helplessly. The child was spoiled. "Okay!" I sighed.
"Thank you, Dad!" She was delighted and kissed me softly on the cheek.
People often said that a woman's shape would change a lot after giving birth to a child. Indeed Rosie's shape had changed; her buttocks and waist had become more full and rounded. She was sexier. The biggest change was her breasts, more developed. Because there was no bra, I could see her breasts bouncing fiercely under the clothes. Her waistline had yet swelled but was still small and soft. It was twisting with the rounded buttocks while walking. It was really attractive.
Rosie had been admired for her beauty. She was beautiful and 5 feet 6 inches tall with a sexy slender figure, coupled with soft and waist-long hair. Every time she could catch the men's eyeballs in the streets and was always their watching target. Her buttocks were full rounded and stuck out, giving a plump and meaty feeling. They were swaying under her thin and soft waist while walking, giving out seductive waves. The attractive scenery would surely arouse an old man's long-sleeping lust. Even the young school boys could not stop whistling at her. She was a mixture of Angelina Jolie and Michelle Reis, a Hong Kong famous star.
I did not know why a medium high dad could have such a tall daughter? Her husband, Jo, was also very handsome, and they formed an ideal couple. Joe's company had taken up the construction of the Great Dam, which had just started. As the project manager, he would have to supervise the processes and to reside on the site. Even after the birth of their son, Joe could only be allowed a 10-days leaves to take care of Rosie. Because there was no one to take care of her, she had to call for my assistance.
Her home was surprisingly dirty and chaotic, and reluctantly I had to temporarily change from a father into a nanny. After my hard and fast work of tidying, her house was restored clean and orderly.
When Rosie noticed that the home had undergone such an enormous change, she appeared very happy, came forwards, hugged my neck and kissed my cheek, "Dad, you are so nice!"
Her soft and moist lips made me very comfortable. My heart was fluttering and I had a weird feeling. I at once pushed her away, "Let go! Don't act like a small child."
In fact, Rosie often hugged and kissed my cheeks when she was little. But my present feeling was not the same.
" I'd just shown my gratefulness, sir." Rosie pursed her lips.
"I don't need any appreciation, as long as you don't let me carry out the household duties again."
Her son was crying, and she immediately entered the sleeping room and brought her son out. Although he was just one month old, he looked very plump. Maybe this was due to the sufficient supply of nourishing milk from her mom. The baby was very cute.
"Oh, my babe is hungry." Ignoring my presence, she pulled up her T-shirt, revealing the left breast and putting the rosy pink nipple into the child's mouth.
Her breast was gorgeous and alabaster, which had made me dizzy. I could not avert my eyes.
"Dad...!" Noticing my gaze, she pouted and protested coquettishly.
" You..., you're quite adept at breast feeding." I was a little bit embarrassed and looked away from the dazzling breast. Rosie made a grimace to my reply.
After dinner, since Rosie had learnt that I would leave, she requested,"Dad, who will take care of you lonely man at your home? Why don't you move in and live with us, thus we can take care of each other."
"That's not possible. I still have to work!" I said promptly.
"What work! Just sitting before the computer and writing articles on the Internet at home!" Rosie pouted.
I was actually a freelancer for a new science and technology magazine and wrote at home each day. Just over fifty years old I was still single.
" Dad, it is okay? "Aware of my unwillingness, she became anxious and shook me.
I was embraced in her body, and her two full breasts pressed against my arm. Her body temperature and the breasts' softness transformed to my arm, heating me up.
I could not stand anymore and at once said,"Okay! I would think about it." I hurriedly escaped from her house.
Rosie had been spoilt by me since she was young. I often gave in to her requests. So I finally decided to move into her house.
The next day, I packed up a few things, which included my most valuable laptop, and came to Rosie's family. She was of course very delighted on my arrival. She then settled me in one of the 2 sleeping rooms.
From then onwards, Rosie was responsible for the 3 daily meals and I for hygiene and cleaning up. Our lives were very leisure and peaceful.
One night when I was reading in bed, Rosie wearing a pajamas came in with a glass of milk-like liquid and said to me, "Dad, drink it, please."
"Milk?" I asked.
"Yes milk! Mine..." She flushed and shook her head.
"Your milk?" I was shocked.
"Of course." She nodded. "The quantity of my milk is too plentiful and the baby cannot drink it up. Every night my nipples are swollen and painful, and so before going to bed, I have to suck the remaining milk out with the breast pump and used to drain it away. It's I think a little wasteful. To-night I suddenly thought of you. You know the books always encourage breast feeding. That does mean that mother milk is full of nutrition, doesn't it? So in order not to increase the waste, it's better for you to drink."
I pointed to myself and then to the cup of milk. "You mean... you said... let me drink your... milk! But, I'm...your Dad." I stammered.
"Just drinking of milk. Anything to do with the father-daughter relationship? I'll leave it here. Whether to drink or not, it's up to you." She said naturally, placed the cup on the side-table and left.
I looked at the glass of milk in a daze. As a child I had been breast-fed by my mother, but then too small and had no impression at all. But to drain it away was somewhat wasteful. On the other hand, I had heard that in ancient China a very powerful and strong emperor had been drinking women's milk until his death; he had lived to the age of 90. Drink my daughter's milk I thought was, however, ridiculous.
After a moment of hesitation, I put the glass under my nose, and immediately a fragrance of milk assaulted my nostrils. I tasted the milk with my tip of tongue; although it was not as sweet as the cow's milk but gave a special delicious flavor of some kind. Anyway it would be a waste of draining away, and since no one except I, she and maybe God knew about the matter, others could not make fun of us, I simply took the drink. So I had a big mouthful of the milk, the whole glass. Lying in the bed, I thought, "Oh, it was so funny to drink the milk of my own daughter. What an experience! An experience not any father in world would have had!"
The next day, Rosie did not ask me whether I had drunk the glass. But each night afterwards, she would place down another glass of her milk on the bedside table, and each time I would without delay down the drink which had still been lukewarm.
Since I had drunk the milk, on one hand I always felt an irresistible impulse to look at Rosie's breasts, but on the other hand my rational mind told me that she was my daughter and this was immoral.
But whenever Rosie was feeding her boy in my presence, I still could not help but secretly took a full gaze at her breasts. She seemed knowing my glances but instead of avoiding it, she would expose the entire feeding breast each time and sometimes even both breasts. My god; she sometimes even slightly pinch the nipple of the spared breast. I did not know whether it was to protest against or to flirt with me.
One night, Rosie as usual came into my room with another glass and put it down on the side-table. She, however, did not immediately leave. She was wearing translucent pajamas. I could see clearly that she had not had a bra and her briefs were also vaguely visible; in fact the entire wonderful and fully rounded body was almost visible. Cough! My heart sighed, "How lucky her husband Jo is! To enjoy this seductive body".
Since Rosie had still stayed behind, I was feeling a little bit embarrassed to have a drink.
"Dad, drink it now or it will soon become cool." Having noticed that I had yet drunk, she whispered to me.
" I ... I cannot drink when you're here." I was shy and stuttered.
"A dad becomes shy before his own daughter, ah?" She laughed and was taking up the glass to my mouth. "Drink it, please. My lovely." She ordered.
What I could to do was to open my mouth and drink obediently.
