Mommy's Iny Daughters

Just over two years ago now as I'm writing these words...

*

I was in heaven when both of my daughters decided to stay with me for a while in the two-bedroom condo I had recently moved into as my divorce from their father was being finalized. The love and support they offered just by keeping me company during such a stressful time in my life was truly a godsend and much appreciated.

So in the interest of concealing our true identities, I'll call my younger daughter 'Sharon.' Having just turned twenty-one, she arrived at my new place about a month before her sister while on summer break from college where she was studying to become a nurse. A blond-haired, blue-eyed cutie, she stands about five-foot-five and is blessed with a curvaceous hourglass figure featuring rather big boobs that fit best inside of 34-D-cup-sized bras.

And I'll call my older daughter 'Nancy.' She was twenty-four at the time, six months pregnant with her first child and spending a week with her sister and me while her husband was finishing up an overseas deployment with the Army. A stunningly beautiful brunette with an infectious smile, she's somewhat tall to the tune of standing about five-foot-nine and shaped more slender than her sister. But by that point in her pregnancy however, she was certainly sporting a noticeable baby-bump while her boobs had grown from being C-cups to besting those belonging to Sharon by maybe even a full cup size.

And as for yours truly, I've worked as a pharmacist somewhere in Florida ever since shortly after I gave birth to Nancy while staying married to my police officer (now) ex-husband for a full quarter-century. And despite the fact that I'm now in my late forties, not to brag but I sometimes get mistaken for being Nancy and Sharon's older sister. (And much to their amusement I can assure you.) I'm a long-haired blonde with blue eyes like Sharon but built more tall and slender like Nancy. But much to my chagrin, I'm the least busty of us three with my boobs merely ranking in at 32-B's.

So the day in question was the Saturday following the Tuesday that Nancy had arrived and moved into my spare bedroom with her younger sister. And neither of them had seemed to mind one bit the thought of sharing that room itself and the queen-sized bed that it was furnished with for the duration of Nancy's stay. But they've always been close so I really wasn't surprised by that fact in the least.

After awaking to my alarm going off at six that morning, I headed into the kitchen to make breakfast for Nancy, Sharon and myself. It was just like old times and I couldn't have been happier. I had the weekend off from work and our plan for the day was to go out to lunch together before doing some shopping for baby-stuff for Nancy.

I then heard a series of odd noises coming from Nancy and Sharon's temporary digs while I was scrambling up some eggs for us three. So I went off to investigate and truly received the shock of my life when I then peeked through the partially open door and into my spare bedroom beyond.

Just let me mention first the fact that I was certain that I went unseen by both Nancy and Sharon for the maybe thirty seconds that I stood there stupefied at the sight of what I'm about to describe. And to this day I have no idea how I managed to keep from crying out in utter shock at what I was then seeing. A part of me truly thought I must have been hallucinating or dreaming the whole thing.

I saw all of the following in profile. Nancy was in bed on her back with her head at rest upon the pillows while wearing only a pair of boxer-shorts. And Sharon was still clad in the oversized t-shirt that she had obviously wore to bed while positioned down on all fours over Nancy's body and, shock of shocks, suckling from her older sister's milk-swollen breasts.

But that wasn't all. Not by a longshot in fact. It was also plain for me to see that Nancy was masturbating while her younger sister was sucking on her nipples. She had a hand shoved down the front of her boxers where it was clearly moving all around in there for the purpose of self-gratification.

And as for that odd series of noises that had first captured my attention in the kitchen, it turned out to be a combination of the sucking sounds that Sharon was making in-tandem with Nancy moaning out loud in pleasure at (both presumably) the sensation of having her nipples suckled from while she was playing with herself at the same time too.

My only question was whether or not Sharon was aware of what her older sister was doing while she was sucking away on those nipples at her disposal. She appeared to be focused only on the act of drawing Nancy's milk into her mouth straight from the source so I just wasn't sure.

And no, it didn't occur to me that they may have propped open the door to their room beforehand in the hopes that I might happen to stumble along and catch them in their certain act together. At least not then anyway. I was far too taken aback at the sight of the scene playing out in front of me to even consider why that door was slightly ajar just then in the first place.

*

Returning to the kitchen just as soon as I was able to somewhat gather myself back together, I then turned on the radio to drown out those certain noises that I would have still been able to hear otherwise. And I even managed not to burn the eggs as well.

And any idea of questioning my daughters about the incident I had just witnessed was simply not an option for me. I was far too embarrassed at the thought of doing so in truth. So I did my best to pretend that I hadn't seen them acting so inappropriately together only a short time earlier when they joined me for breakfast maybe fifteen minutes later.

And while we were eating, I paid close attention to how Nancy and Sharon were interacting together to see if I could notice any change in their demeanors towards one another. But unsuccessfully however as everything seemed to be perfectly normal between them still. Much to my further surprise I must admit.

And the same applied later that day when the three of us went out shopping together also. In fact, I was in a state of total confusion about how Nancy and Sharon could act so nonchalant in one another's presence after what I had seen them doing together that morning.

I however was apparently not so successful at hiding the fact that something was bothering me. On our ride back to my condo, from where she was sitting in the passenger seat besides me, Nancy asked, "What's up Mom? You haven't seemed like yourself all day."

"Yeah Mom," Sharon added from the back seat. "Is everything okay?"

More annoyed at myself than anything else for having failed to mask my emotions, "It's just the whole divorce thing girls," I lied in response. "Some days it gets me down more than others."

To which Nancy replied, "Are you sure that's it? There isn't anything else?"

In hindsight, I should have known right then and there that something was up. Like, say, the fact that Nancy and Sharon had first cracked opened the door to their room before doing their certain thing together and were thus curious whether I had indeed caught sight of them in the act.

But as nothing about the events of that morning made a damn bit of sense to me still, I was unable to put two and two together. So I responded to Nancy's latest inquiry with, "I'm fine. Really. I just can't wait until my divorce from your father is over so I can move on with my life."

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, neither Nancy nor Sharon bugged me with a follow-up and the rest of that afternoon passed without any further incident.

*

Sharon wound up going out on the town with a group of her friends that night and left Nancy and I to fend for ourselves. So we cooked dinner together and ate at my dining room table while discussing nothing more important than whatever was going on in the world at the time.

After which, we parked ourselves on the couch for the night and found something to watch on Netflix together. Then after binging on a couple of episodes of whatever we had decided upon, Nancy turned to me and asked, "You breastfed me and Sharon right?"

With warning bells suddenly going off in my head, "Yes," I admitted. "Just like you're planning on breastfeeding your bun in the oven I'm assuming."

"Correct," Nancy replied. "Which is why I wanted to ask you something about that. Didn't it annoy you when you were at my stage of pregnancy right now and needed to drain your boobs every so often to keep them from leaking?"

Was that it then? Had Nancy mentioned that fact to Sharon only to have her sister offer to do that bit of draining with her mouth? And if so, why was she then asking me about that annoyance of hers?

Trying my best to change the topic however, "It was a small price to pay for bringing you and your sister into my life," I said. "I hope you both know how lucky I am for being blessed with such a great pair of daughters."

With a smile, "Aww," Nancy intoned. "How sweet of you to say. And Sharon and I are lucky ourselves to have such a great mom. But how much did your boobs leak while you were carrying us to term? A little or a lot?"

Although I knew it happened with more frequency the closer I got to giving birth, I lied and replied, "It's been so long ago now I can't even remember."

With a look on her face that said she didn't believe me, "I see," Nancy responded. "Forget I brought it up then."

And not another word on the topic was spoken between us for the rest of the night.

*

Lying in bed later and doing some reading before falling asleep, it was only then that I stopped to ponder whether or not Nancy and Sharon had propped open the door to their room on purpose that morning before engaging in their suckling session. Sharon wasn't home yet so I couldn't go check to see if their door was shut for the night however. So I set my alarm for 3AM and...

I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off, went to check and, sure enough, Sharon had shut the door to her room after arriving back home whenever. So I went back to bed, set my alarm for 6 AM and went back to sleep.

And just like the morning before, I was in the kitchen by quarter after six to prepare breakfast for Nancy, Sharon and myself. And just for the record, none of us three had any real plans for the day aside from hitting up the pool at my condo complex together sometime after lunch.

Then as I was just about to fry up some sausage, I heard the same exact noises coming from Sharon's room that I had heard the previous morning. And I knew I could only be hearing those noises if the door to Sharon's room was propped open once again. Unlike it had been overnight that is.

It hit me then like a ton of bricks. They were actually wanting for me to catch them in the act of Sharon suckling from Nancy's milk-swollen breasts. It was the only explanation for why they would open the door to Sharon's room first before engaging in that certain act together. And for two mornings in a row at that.

I wouldn't give them the satisfaction however. I refused to take part in whatever their game may have been. Or at least that was my stance on the issue for maybe five minutes until I remembered something.

Nancy masturbating the previous morning as Sharon had been sucking on her nipples that is. That's what broke me. Or rather, my curiosity if Sharon had been aware of what her sister was doing to herself at the time.

So I had to go spy on them again. I just couldn't help myself. I needed to see if Nancy was jilling herself once more to the sensation of breastfeeding her younger sister and, if so, whether or not Sharon seemed to be aware of that fact.

Just a peek though. That's all I would allow myself. Until everything changed once I snuck that certain peek through the gap between the door to Sharon's room and it's jamb. Even more shocked then than I had been the previous morning, I couldn't keep from gawking at the sight in front of me instead.

While positioned in the exact same manner as the morning before, both were completely naked just then. And yes indeed, Nancy was masturbating again while allowing for her sister to suck the milk from her breasts. But that wasn't all. Sharon was masturbating too while doing that bit of sucking. And both were moaning out in pleasure while doing so also.

Dumbfounded at what I was seeing, I was held in a trance at the sight of which for I don't know how long. And I only returned to my senses at the sensation of something that stunned me even more than that scene which was playing out in front of me.

Inside the nightgown I was still wearing, I felt how my nipples had since stiffened themselves in excitement. And when I accidentally cried out loud in surprise at that, it was only in response to the knowledge that I was sexually aroused at the sight of my very own daughters masturbating together while the one was suckling from the other's milk-swollen breasts.

Having heard my inadvertent cry of surprise, Nancy and Sharon both turned her heads to look at me still spying on them through the crack in the doorway. And needless to say I was horrified. And frozen in place. With a look of total shock etched across my face I'm certain as well.

And in response to which, they simply shot me a smile in-tandem before returning to what they had just been doing together. Well aware that their mother was watching, Sharon began sucking anew on one of Nancy's nipples while continuing to masturbate as Nancy again threw her head back on the pillows to stare up at the ceiling while continuing to masturbate also herself.

Horrified at the sight of which, and more horrified still that I was remaining sexually excited at the sight of which, I fled the scene at that, ran into my room and locked the door behind me.

*

I then took a shower and tried to clear my head. But to no avail of course. I was more confused than I had ever been in my entire life. And about multiple things at that.

First and foremost, I could hardly believe that my two daughters were apparently then in the habit of being sexual with one another. It just went against all acceptable norms as far as I was concerned.

Then there was the fact that they obviously wanted me to know about their little secret. And more than just that. They had not only left open the door to their room for the obvious purpose of having me catch them in the act but, more shocking still, they had simply resumed with masturbating in-tandem with Sharon suckling from Nancy's milk-swollen breasts even after they saw how I was watching them behaving together as such.

But perhaps most shocking of all was the way that my nipples had stiffened in arousal at the sight of all of which. I felt more ashamed at myself for that fact than I can even explain in mere words.

All of which was swirling around in my head as I was sitting naked on my bed after taking my shower when there was a knock at my door followed by Nancy calling out, "Breakfast is ready Mom! We finished what you started! Come and get it!"

Like there was absolutely nothing wrong!

"I'm not hungry!" I called back in response. "Now leave me alone!"

Talk about immature huh? I just couldn't help it.

"Suit yourself!" Nancy called back in response. "But it's really good!"

I then threw a pillow at the door for no particular reason and returned to wallowing in my state of confusion.

*

I couldn't hide from Nancy and Sharon forever though. So I soon dressed myself for the day in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, made my exit from my room and found them sitting side by side at my dining room table while doing something on their phones.

Having since clad her pregnant body in a red sundress, Nancy looked up at me and said, "Your breakfast is in the microwave Mom. Just heat it up and you're good to go."

Having since dressed herself in a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top, "Sausage and eggs," Sharon added. "Breakfast of champions."

I shook my head in disbelief that they were acting like nothing was wrong in the aftermath of everything that had happened earlier, took a seat opposite of where they were sitting and said, "Put your phones down girls. We need to talk."

After both had done as I said, in her most innocent tone of voice, "About what?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah is something wrong Mom?" Sharon added.

Exasperated, "Oh cut the crap both of you," I replied. "I demand to know exactly what's going on between you two. And how long it's been going on now too."

Nancy and Sharon then shot each other a smile before both turned their attention back to me and...

Nancy: "My first night here I explained to Sharon what I asked you about last night. You know. How I need to drain my boobs every so often now to keep them from leaking."

Sharon: "Blame me for what happened next Mom. I suggested that I could do that for her if she liked."

Nancy: "I just assumed that she meant by using her hands to squeeze out some of my milk into the sink or something. But I still had to ask."

Sharon: "And I did mean that too. But when she asked... Well... I came up with another idea instead."

Nancy: "And it's my fault for agreeing to that idea of hers. The thought of which struck me as being so intimate that I couldn't object."

Sharon: "Which was why I suggested it in the first place. I just loved the thought of us bonding like that."

Nancy: "Like we first bonded with you Mom when you breastfed us as babies."

And I will admit to feeling a bit relieved that things had started between them as a sort of bonding experience. Still though, "There's' a big difference between simple breastfeeding and what I saw you two doing together earlier," I said.

After Nancy and Sharon shot each other another smile at that, they again turned their attention back to me and...

Nancy: "Fair enough. So it was Wednesday morning when Sharon had her first go with suckling from my breasts. And I promise that nothing else happened that morning even though... Yeah... It did turn me on."

Sharon: "Which I realized of course because of the effect that my sucking had on her nipples. But I didn't say anything about that fact until the same thing happened when she let me use my mouth to drain her boobs once again on Thursday morning too. And all I told her was that she didn't have anything to be embarrassed about and, also, that I was actually flattered that I could have that effect on her."

Nancy: "Which came as a great relief I must admit. And I just couldn't help myself when I asked Sharon then if she would mind it if I maybe touched myself a little while she was sucking on my boobs."

Sharon: "Honestly though, I was just about to tell her that she could go ahead and do that anyway if she wanted. She just asked me if she could before I had the chance to make that suggestion was all. So of course I told her to go right ahead and do what she wanted."

Nancy: "I didn't make myself cum though. At least not that morning anyway. I just teased myself a little was all while Sharon finished up with using her mouth to drain some of the milk from my breasts."

Sharon: "And blame me again for what happened on the following morning. Friday it was. When Nancy started touching herself again while I was suckling from her breasts once more, I told her it was okay to give herself an orgasm if she wanted."

Nancy: "Which came as a great relief because I was already at least halfway there by that point. So instead of stopping with what I was doing like I'm sure I would have done otherwise, I just went ahead and finished myself off instead."

Sharon: "Which again more flattered me than anything else. Knowing that I could help my beautiful older sister get herself off that is. I was just hoping that she wasn't embarrassed about making herself cum in my presence was all."

Nancy: "Which I wasn't actually. Not in the least in fact. To me the whole thing was nothing more than a tender experience shared between two sisters who love each other very much."