"Karin..."
"Give me milk," she insists, squeezing quite firmly and insistently on the lush mounds over-flowing her small palms. She has that 'I want what I want and I'm not giving in' expression that I know so well on her lovely visage.
"I WANT MILK! I WANT MILK, I WANT MILK!" she near shouts.
"Now that is ENOUGH, young lady...you may have some milk, however first, calm yourself and second you must drink it ALL; I don't want to pump later because you won't wait for your sister."
Both of my Daughters are quite spoiled; I know this and as I may have evidenced in previous stories; I'm the first to admit that allowing them access to my lush proportions, permitting them to use me to slake their apparently insatiable hunger for lesbian anal incest is not regarded by many as the best example of responsible mothering...
Truthfully, I'm much more interested in THEIR happiness than I am anyone else's. I recall asking them once if the cuckolding of their Dad plays a small part in our activities. I do recall that they did not deny the implication. I'll admit that allowing his offspring to screw me in what was once our marital bed does lend a certain amount of 'spice', for my own part...
"Yay!" The excited offspring begins fumbling with the buttons on my blouse.
"Honey...let me...Darling, you're tearing it...Karin!..Let Mummy do it, Baby..."
As excited as she is, my eager youngster relents and I quickly and deftly unbutton the garment, so that her beautiful baby blues can feast on the objects of her desire:
The blouse is tossed aside, and Karin busies herself with the hooks on the back of my pretty, frilly, yet very sturdy bra (it's wine red, satin, and sheer, with lace black roses sewn around the cups). The many years of experience un-fastening brassieres allow her to spend just a few seconds before she buries her gamin face in the deep, deep cleavage she's bared. She licks up and down the fulsome crease, kisses the hollow at my throat, then latches onto the fully-erected nipple of my right mam and suckles just as hungrily as she did as an infant. As she busies herself nursing, I fold and lay aside my bra, then place my hands on her slim shoulders, cooing encouragement. I recall that my girls' nursing so avidly, with such ferver, as newborns often had the effect of making me horny, this is as true then as it is now.
Never one to be neglectful, or wasteful, Karin shifts just a bit to attend to my left 'bap'. I'm getting seriously heated-up. My teats are almost painfully swollen with lust; I can't recall a time when someone sucking my breasts did not result in a mini-orgasm, and this occasion is no different.
I shiver and utter a deep groan as her teeth sink carefully into the wide base of my thickened areolae. The wide, dark brown disk is quite expansive, and Karen can barely fit it into her delicate mouth. A small trickle of mother's milk escapes from the sight of her mouth; quick as a snake, my darling's little pink tongue darts out to capture it.
