She couldn’t finish her sentence, but glancing down at her breasts hanging between us, I could guess what it was she needed.
I was wide awake at this point, though surprisingly it was still taking my other head a minute to come to full attention. I reached down and began to massage her breasts with my hands, milk already leaking from the swollen mounds. And already she was keening above me, body rocking back and forth as it finally got the relief it had been denied.
I watched her moving with her eyes closed, and it dawned on me that I was the one making her feel like this. My hands, on her breasts, twisting her nipples – that was what was making her cum. And I liked that, liked that she needed me like this, that I was the only one in her life right now that could do this to her, give her the pleasure she so desperately sought.
It was this thought that stirred me to erection. My stepmother, helpless above me, needing me to give her an orgasm, practically begging me to make her cum.
I grabbed her nipples roughly and pulled at them, twisting them until the milk came out in sprays. She gasped and her eyes flew open, but I kept tugging, harder than I normally would, until she was shaking uncontrollably. It seemed like her arms might give out, so I pushed her over until she was lying on her back, and I climbed between her legs.
Her nightgown was already down below her breasts and she was wearing no panties. I slid my boxers off and positioned myself at her entrance, pushing slowly into her until I my cock was buried deep inside her.
I held myself there for a moment, savoring the feeling of warmth that surrounded me, looking down at my stepmother lying beneath me. Her nipples stood erect, straining for release, and I saw a tiny drop of white liquid slide down her flesh.
I placed one hand beside her head, taking one of her nipples with the other, and I pulled out of her and then thrust back in, twisting the bud as I did so.
She had sense enough not to cry out and wake my dad but I could see it in her face, in the way she bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. I pushed into her again, and again, twisting her nipple with each thrust. Her milk was flowing freely now, and it seemed heated in a way I hadn’t felt before. I wouldn’t do it like my father did; I would do it better than him. I could feel her squeezing around me, her muscles clenching around my cock as I thrust in and out of her, twisting her nipples hard. How could he have missed this? It made it feel so much better.
I switched to the other breast, pinching and turning and pulling the bud, until I could hear the moans slipping out of her mouth. Soon she started convulsing beneath me, and I could tell she was cumming, her milk spraying onto my chest and my stomach. I felt her pussy contract around me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
She was still riding her own waves, but I needed to cum more than anything, so I removed my hand from her breast, placing it on the other side of her head and holding myself up, shoving my cock deep inside of her, feeling her muscles spasm around me, pushing me closer and closer. I pulled out and moved to straddle her, jerking at my cock with my hand, bucking my hips as I came, ropes of cum shooting out of my cock and landing on her chest.