IMPORTANT!
A mild, warm and compassionate story.
Everything is lovingly focused towards the pregnant daughter's needs.
This story contains incest, fetishes including drinking from lactating breast, some foot-stuff and anal.
DO NOT READ further if those things offend you, or you find the categories disliking!
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"Honey, we are here now...all four of us."
I just picked up our daughter Nina from the bus station, and we just lay eyes on my darling wife, sitting in the living room...all four of us. Well, that is not quite accurate; two of us could see her for sure. That's my daughter and me...the baby sleeping in her arms might also do the same, if he wasn't sleeping or glued to one of his mother's breasts.
The fourth person was in Nina's belly, and could not see anything on the other side of...
Well, I am rambling here, and should stop now.
Our 35-year old daughter had just entered the steps of her birth-home, with her two children. One just experienced the first candle in the cake, that everyone but the birthday-boy ate. The other one, (a girl) was due in four five months or so.
Our daughter's boyfriend had his advantages and disadvantages. Be there for his wife and family was not on his strong side...no it wasn't. He had been there from the start of the first pregnancy, then a bit absent in the middle, and back at the finish line.
He did what was expected of him at home, but was away quite a lot. Working he said.
Not an ideal situation, but kept the family going, in neutral. They wanted two children, and that part on the domestic chore list he was very eager on checking off, as often as he was allowed between her legs.
So, the sister-to-be was produced shortly after her brother.
The neutral gear shifted every now and then, Nina felt liked and appreciated, but...then...it changed. A couple of months after they found out about baby number two; she started to get a bit swollen. She was still breast feeding number one, and I did not think it was that much...but her mom thought a bit more than me...and Nina thought she was a blimp.
I thought she looked adorable. Swollen, but sooo cute.
Well, I shouldn't think that way about our daughter. Especially since I love my wife, and we actually still do have sex, even though we have been married a long time now. Go figure.
Nina thought it just had to do with the swollenness; I had my doubts...wonder if it didn't start before that. Didn't want to pile bad things on top...but guessed her husband wasn't mature and ready for all this. And he liked his job, made good money there...also traveled every now and then. Which fit very perfect now it seemed...the necessity in work-trips over the weekend had increased much lately.
And this week it just had been too much at home, so when he left on Thursday morning, saying he'd be home on Sunday evening...Nina couldn't stop crying.
I think she cried all the way until I picked her up at the bus station. Because it was a very red-eyed teary daughter I got in my arms directly of the bus.
I held my sniveling little girl tight in my arms a looong time, until she started to loosen her grip, and my shoulder begged for a wipe down. The latter I didn't care a bit about.
Short care-ride home, and here we were, in the hallway...saying hello to my dear wife and Nina's mother.
The afternoon with feeding (baby) and sleeping (baby / mother) had passed, and now we sat in the kitchen after dinner, drinking tea and having dessert.
Nina's mom was tired and wanted to do some reading before bed, so she went up, and we continued talking. After a while and some shifted positions on the chair, I asked Nina if we should sit in the sofa instead. And we did.
We talked a bit more, before the little guy reminded us that he was here.
I had had my hand on her leg when we talked, most so we not just sat opposite each other and also so she could feel someone.
When they came back, my daughter now without her blouse, swung up her leg on my inside. And I automatically started stroking her very soft on the ankle and foot, almost not noticeable.
She did not react to what I did; instead she produced a large breast, filled to the brim with milk, and gave it to her hungry son. I stared to long, then jealously looked away...moving my hand up and down a bit, and said something casually.
"Dad, is it okay for me to sit like this? I was warm and didn't think about...well, you."
"It is very okay. I don't mind it at all. Think you look very nice dear."
"Thank you, that's kind of you to say. Though you know how I feel about my body right now...bloated and overflowing from these two almost constantly leaking. And probably a loving husband that feels the same. Love his wife part-time, and the rest of the time of screwing hookers or co-workers, or whom ever.
Oh, sorry...didn't mean to just say it out loud like that."
"You can say everything out loud here. Both your mom and I like you to be totally open. This is the place to just let everything pour out."
"Well......if you say so......then, I do like when you move your hand on my ankle and foot. And I would love a foot rub."
I immediately saw that she was going to say something more, and maybe change her mind. So I quickly took of her shoe and sock, and started rubbing and massaging her warm and chubby foot.
"I thought you didn't want to. See how it looks and its warm and sweaty...I'm sorry Dad...you don't have to..."
"Shhh, can't you see I want to do this? I thought I was doing a good job down here.
And yes, I see that it is swollen and a bit sweaty...and I don't mind. I sooo don't mind.
You always had pretty feet Nina and the swollenness just make them even cuter. And to be honest, the sweaty part is kind of sexy."
She did not respond to that. Just looked in my eyes, leaned back...closed her eyes and let me massage her foot.
After a while, when I thought she was going to say something about the other foot,
she just rose a bit, said they both were tired. Motioned to me to dress her, and I quickly did.
A bit disappointed I put her sock and shoe back on again. But not before I kissed her naked foot twice, and apologized for looking too long at her breasts.
She did not react to that either, just said thanks for today, and went to bed.
I felt kind of disappointed when I went to bed without brushing my teeth. Did not want to wipe away the toe-kiss-thing.
My wife looked like she was sleeping but turned over when I lay down. And said low and sleepy, "Did you have a nice talk, she feels better? Good. Oh, the smell...did she rub some of her sweat of on you; I guessed you liked that, huh?
Looks like you are not super-happy though, did the evening end too soon...okay come here. You can snuggle my armpit if you like. Good to have our daughter here. Good night dear."
I cuddled up real cozy against my wife and felt how much I loved her. And slept.
When I came down for breakfast, all three were awake, talking in the kitchen. Nina was pumping breast milk. My wife had her morning coffee, juice and toast...and the baby was playing on the floor.
I sat down and joined the conversation. Talked while looking at the baby...and at my daughter's breasts. Nina obviously saw this, but just smiled at me and seemed to take extra-long time to cover the breast she wasn't pumping from.
I noticed something missing on the table, and was just going to get up...
"Honey, if it's milk you are going to get. I put it back in the fridge, intentionally. Thought you might want another brand today."
I looked at my dearest...half wondering, half hoping...then over to Nina.
"Would you like that Daddy? Have me in your coffee? Milk from the breasts you can't stop looking at."
"I would like that very much, thank you. And I am sorry for looking so much at your breasts. I am trying not to, and your mom has very nice breast that I like very much...just as I like her so much, I can "
"You can stop now dear, I know how much you love me. And you know how I feel about you. But this isn't about you and me...this is about our daughter, and making her feel loved and needed. Give her a huge energy-boost so she is ready for another go at the daily family routines at home."
"And having her in our cups is a great way to start the day. Really great way!"
I watched as Nina served me milk from the pump.
"Say moooo when to stop."
"Moo", I said smiling.
"We have the best moo ever. So, cheers everyone. Not many have their own milking-machine at home. And not such a cute and dear one too...love you sweetie."
"Cheers, mom and dad......oh, I'm sorry....damn tears..."
She cried at bit. Got held by her mother, and I got served more delicious milk.
After we finished breakfast, talked some more, I all of a sudden got a foot in my lap.
"Do you mind? We did not get to that one yesterday."
"Of course not, I'd love to."
I just started massaging when the baby thought this was far too nice a scene. The floor-alarm started.
"Are you giving her a foot rub? Super. Keep doing that, and more...for real more...
I'll take this cute little fellow for a walk. Carry on you two."
We mooo-ved to the couch. And I continued the pulse-increasing foot-rub.
"I really like what you're doing Dad, really like it."
"I am very glad you do, dear. I enjoy this too. Could keep doing it all day."
