About a year ago my daughter met a guy who was the epitome of scum. She was eighteen, he was twenty-five and the two were about as well suited as oil and water. The one time I met Roger Banks, I remember being thoroughly disgusted; his long, stringy hair held as much oil as the crankcase of his Harley, his face, which was not what anyone would call handsome, was dotted with old acne scars and several blackheads. He was so nasty that I was afraid to shake his hand.
I didn't believe at the time, nor do I now, that Callie had feelings for the bum. My daughter has always been one who enjoys shocking others, especially me, and her relationship with Roger was simply for the shock value. She loves it; seeing how far she can push the envelope, seeing someone's face when she says or does something truly outrageous, is Callie's idea of fun.
I gave up long ago trying to persuade my daughter that she didn't have to behave so scandalous all the time. I tried to impress upon her that her behavior did not impress others, especially her mother and me. I may as well have been talking to a brick wall for all the good it did me. She never listened. Somewhere inside that pretty head of hers is the notion that she can do anything she wants. After all, she's a very beautiful young woman, and everyone knows that beautiful women own the world. Well, that's a little simplistic, but it seems to adequately describe my daughter and how she views the world.
About three months after Callie met Roger Banks, she became pregnant with his baby. Naturally, since Banks is probably one of the more revolting specimens of human nature, he fled town when she told him, and hasn't been heard from since. I say, good riddance! In many ways, though, Callie has been profoundly changed by the incident. The prospect of having a baby, having to care for a child, has forced her to grow up and accept some responsibility.
At least, for the most part.
There is still a wild streak in my daughter that she hasn't quite let go of. She still likes to taunt and shock people just to see how they'll react. Janet has become immune to Callie's peculiar behavior over the years and simply ignores her. I do the same and most times it works. But Callie never gives up. She knows, at the very least, she can get a reaction out of me. And that proved true a few weeks back.
Callie decided to breastfeed little Andy, who is now six weeks old, and she doesn't seem to be bothered with the rules of decorum regarding the display of her breasts. Starting from day one, Callie would come into the den, sit on the sofa and pull out a milk-laden breast for Andy to feed on. Janet told me to ignore her, that Callie was simply acting up again. But, let me tell you that it's hard to ignore such beautiful breasts, regardless of whom they belong to.
I've never really thought of my daughter in a sexual way, even though I knew she was every bit as beautiful as she believed. She has long red hair that she normally keeps tied in a loose pony tail behind her head, her skin has a soft peach complexion and her frame is slender and curvaceous. She's only 5', 5" but her slender body makes her legs seem very long. She has green, mischievous eyes and sensual lips that can melt your heart when she smiles.
A couple of weeks ago when Andy was about four weeks old, Callie came into the den with Andy one evening while I was watching television. Janet was gone to one of her endless charity meetings and the three of us were alone in the house. Without a word, she sat down on the end of the sofa nearest to my recliner and exposed a breast for Andy to suckle. I have to admit that much of the problem I've had with Callie breastfeeding her son in my presence was that I enjoyed it more than a father should. It was hard not to watch and I would covertly glance at my daughter's exposed breast many times. She's caught me several times but she simply smiled without saying a word.
Callie's creamy white breast had an effect on me. Maybe it was because Janet and I seldom have sex anymore, or maybe it was just because I enjoyed looking at a beautiful, milk-filled breast. Whatever the reason, seeing her breasts was intoxicating. I shouldn't have been so aroused, especially with my grandson attached to the working end, but my cock quickly became a throbbing hard seven inches. Seeing my daughter's breasts had become the most arousing experience of my life.
Suddenly, Callie turned her face to me and her eyes seemed to light up with the old mischievous quality that I had come to know so well. Her beautiful lips spread into a playful smile as she looked into my eyes. I knew she was about to say something shocking again but I didn't mind.
"Do you like looking at my tits, daddy?" she asked with a grin.
"I ah...I'm sorry, Callie, I didn't mean to stare," I said hesitantly.
"Yes, you did," she laughed. "You've been looking at my tits every time I breastfeed Andy."
"Well, it's not like it's easy not to watch," I said in my defense.
Without a word and her lips still spread in a playful grin, Callie exposed her other milk-filled breast. With her left hand, she gently cupped the heavy tit and lifted it. I just stared at it, my eyes riveted to the milky white globe and the dark, fat nipple that oozed milk.
"Would you like to taste my milk, daddy?" she asked softly.
"I...ah...maybe we shouldn't have this conversation," I stammered.
The truth is, I desperately wanted to feast on my sexy daughter's tit and drink her milk. It may be wrong, maybe in reality my mind is really twisted and immoral, but the thought of taking that fat, brown nipple into my mouth was the most stimulating thought of my life. A fleeting thought that I was worse than Roger Banks came to mind but I quickly pushed it away.
"Why, daddy?" she persisted. "I know you want to. I can tell from the way you look at my tits that you want to suck them."
That smile, the mischievous glint in her pretty green eyes, were signs of her old behavior. Callie was pushing the envelope again and trying to see how far she could take me. My pulse was racing, pounding away in my ears; my breath was ragged and labored; my mouth was as dry as desert sand and I couldn't speak. I just looked at her, my eyes captivated with that soft, heavy breast she was offering.
Suddenly, just like that, it was over. Andy apparently had finished with his evening meal and Callie began the process of burping him. When that was over she stood from the sofa, carried her infant son to a playpen in one corner of the den and gently laid him inside. After she made sure he was asleep, she turned and locked eyes with me. Then, without a word, she slowly shrugged out of the denim shirt she was wearing and dropped it to the floor at her feet. Now she stood in a pair of skimpy panties that barely concealed the puffy mound of her pussy.
She walked to where I sat and crawled into my lap, her legs on either side of mine, and lowered her firm, well - rounded ass onto my lap. My gaze was immediately drawn to her heavy tits that she cupped with both hands. A tiny drop of milk clung to the fat nipple of her left tit and I licked my lips eagerly.
"Go ahead, daddy," she said softly. "Drink me, taste my milk."
"Oh, baby..."
"No one has to know," she said in that soft, easy voice. "Let me breastfeed you, daddy."
A tiny mewling sound came from my mouth as she touched a fat nipple to my dry lips. Without considering it any further, without thinking or acknowledging that what I was about to do was wrong, I opened my mouth and sucked the offered nipple into my mouth. Callie placed one hand lightly behind my head and held me while I began to feed from her nipple.
Callie's breast milk wasn't bitter, as I had been led to believe. Someone once told me that a woman's breast milk is bitter and nasty but I thought my daughter's milk was incredibly good. I began to suck with a greedy need, savoring the rich taste of Callie's milk on my tongue.
"You like it, don't you, daddy?"
"Yes, baby, I love it."
"Suck my nipple harder, daddy," she said. I heard the strain of something new in her voice that I hadn't heard before and suddenly realized that it sounded very much like lust. "Make me feel it, daddy! Suck my titties!"
I complied. I began to suck Callie's nipple hard, taking drops of warm, sweet milk into my mouth each time. Soon, I heard tiny gasps of delight coming from her as I feasted on her sweet, sexy tit. Both of her hands held my head, her long fingers combing through my hair as she watched me suck her nipple. I had both of her heavy tits in my hands and I began to alternate between them. I was like a kid in a candy store as I greedily sucked my daughter's breast milk from both of her lovely, soft tits.
