We’d had a long talk about that because I didn’t want her doing that shit just because of me. But she’d convinced me that it was her choice. She didn’t want someone like that in our son’s life. And besides, she saw it as betraying me to have any kind of contact with him.
I felt no guilt about that shit, he’s still on my shit list and there he will remain until he draws his last fucking breath. I was pleased with her decision for another reason too. Had she decided she wanted to see him there’s no way she was taking my kid anywhere near that fuck.
Which would’ve meant a rift and never ending arguments between my wife and I. This way we were both on board and walking the same path. If somewhere down the line she changes her mind I’ll deal with that shit, but for now she has no plans on seeing him and I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep it that way.
I stayed there reminiscing so long that she found me in the bedroom when she was finished feeding our son. It was about that time of the day when the nanny took him for his afternoon walk around the garden. That should take about a good minute, time enough to take care of whatever the fuck it is that gleam in her eye said she wanted.
“Damien!” She rubbed her milk-swollen tit and I knew what it was before she asked. “Come.” I took her hand and led her to the bed, stripping her and then myself before laying her back and coming down beside her.
“Which one hurts the most?” She pointed to her right nipple and I lowered my head and sucked it into my mouth, tasting her milk for the first time today but most likely not the last. This is her new kink, having me drain her tits when my son didn’t take enough milk.
Her milk always gets my dick hard as fuck and now was no different. That’s why two minutes after I started feeding at her breast I was climbing between her legs and sliding my cock into her. The sight of her pregnant belly made my cock harder and I gave her the fucking she’s been begging for.
It never ceases to amaze me that she can handle all the fucks I throw into her when she’s carrying my child. Which works out for the best since I find her pregnant body sexually fascinating and stay fucking her every chance I get.
The hardest time in my life is when I had to keep my hands off her when my son was born; the longest three fucking months of my life. But a day hasn’t gone by since I nailed her again that I’m not inside her at least part of every day.
I put my hand protectively over my daughter as I surged into her mother giving her as much dick as I thought she could handle before she got revved up, and her pussy leaked like a faucet.
There was a light in her eyes again, that light that lets me know all is right with her world, which means it’s good with mine. “What is it?” I leaned in to kiss her and she sucked the sweet milk off my tongue.
“Nothing, I just love you that’s all.” My cock dripped into her at her words. No matter how often I hear them it will never be enough. “I love you too.” Her pussy clenched around my cock and she pulled my head back down to her breast.
As I fucked into her I found myself being grateful once again that she was mine. It sucks that had dad not died we may never have met. But I’ve come to terms with that over time. Maybe dad had sent her to me after all. The one good thing to come out of that whole deal.
And thinking that, feeling all the love I have for her well up inside me, I came inside her with a groan around her tit that sent her into spasms. “If you’re a really good girl, I’ll put you in the swing tonight after Dami goes to sleep.” I felt her smile all the way to my dick.
THE END