I mean I know you’re my dad at all!” I exclaimed, “but it’s the only thing
I can think of! “What I really you to do, is “prime the pump!”
“Jesus Tracy!” dad said, “That just wouldn’t be right. I mean I’m not
trying to make you feel bad, you’re a beautiful woman and all, but you’re
my daughter. Isn’t that kind a like incest?”
“Don’t think of it like that Dad.” I reasoned, “Really,it’s just more of a
medical thing. You’d be helping your daughter an awful lot….”
He fidget around, for a little while longer and then finally agreed to help
with the situation.
“Let me just lay Dakker down between these pillows,” I said “shouldn’t we
like, be lying on the bed or something? It seems like that would be more
comfortable.” I asked? He grumbled something under his breath and then
slowly we made our way down the hallway, into the master bedroom. There
wasn’t a whole lot in the way of feminine touch. I could tell that dad had
been living the bachelors life relatively comfortably. I threw the pillows
against the headboard and made myself comfortable as dad nervously situated
himself next to me.
“Not really sure, how you want me,” he said “so I’ll just let you tell me
what to do.” He laughed again.
“Yeah,” I said “that would probably be best. Just go really gentle first,”
I said “but really, I’m gonna need you to get a lot of milk out.”
With that, and pulling my T-shirt over my head, out flopped my heavy, milk
laden breasts. That was dad‘s eyes that got wide as saucers.
“Wow Tracy! Those are the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Oh I’m
sorry,” he said stammering, “I shouldn’t have said that, it’s just, that
it’s been a while.”
“It’s OK dad,” I said “I understand, they are pretty gorgeous though huh!”
And with that he lowered his head carefully and tenderly he wrapped his
lips around the areola and nipple of my right breast. Then I felt his mouth
sucking and I let out a deep sigh.
“Oh my God daddy! You don’t know what a relief that is!” I wheezed out. I
relaxed a bit, laying back into the mound of pillows, and let him go to
work. Instinctively he moved his hands, and wrapping them around my upper
torso and under my breasts he began to feed more aggressively. He was
bumbling around trying to situate himself in a comfortable position. I
could feel the rush of milk as it left my breasts and entered his mouth.
This was a completely different sensation that little Dakker. It felt good!
Real good!
“Oh God daddy! Yes!” I hissed. “That feels amazing!” I whispered, I pulled
his head closer, mashing his mouth against my wanting breast. Where there
once was a little dampness, now I could feel my young pussy completely
drenched with my juices. I could tell he was really getting into it now,
and shifting around to get more comfortable, he managed to find himself
lying between my now open legs. I could feel the hardness from his manhood,
the very manhood that had created me, as he sucked relentlessly now
switching to the left side. I let out a deep moan.
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