My name is Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cassi, and my husband, Ken, and I are living in Minneapolis, Minnesota with our son, Jared, aged ten, and daughter, Tracy, almost nine years old. We planned on having our children close together in age, and how that happened involves my father-in-law, as I’m writing this story to explain.
The story begins about nine and a half years ago, when Ken was twenty-eight years old, I was twenty-five, and Jared was only six months old. I was breast feeding Jared, while at the same time trying to get pregnant with Tracy.
I’m very close with Ken’s father, Tom, who was fifty years old at that time, and his mother, Shirley, who was forty-nine, and I call them Mom and Dad. My parents live down in Madison, Wisconsin, so they are like surrogate parents to me.
Tom is a successful and wealthy real estate broker in the Minneapolis metro area, and after Ken finished his business degree, and gained five years of management experience working at a big-box retail store corporation’s headquarters, Tom bought a gun store for Ken to manage. They are both avid hunters, and after all the years owning guns, hunting, and shooting targets, it was a natural fit for Ken’s interests and qualifications.
Four years before Jared’s birth, Tom acquired a lake house about a four-hour drive north of the city, and Ken and I spent many weekends up there in the summers. It’s a nice, but old, three-bedroom home that he learned about when he sold the previous owner’s main home in the city. Ken is close with his parents, and we spend a lot of time socializing with them at home, as well as at the lake.
Tom is a handsome man, and was in great shape for his age, and Ken looks a lot like him. They’re both six feet and one inch tall, and Tom was a little heavier, at about one hundred and ninety pounds, while Ken weighted about one hundred and seventy. Tom has always been attentive and deferential to me, since, as Shirley told me, she thinks I’m taking the place of the daughter he never had. Although, as you’ll see, he didn’t always act so fatherly.
I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a pretty and voluptuous girl, with huge breasts, as I’ll explain, and Tom can’t keep his eyes of me. He never made any offensive comments to me or tried to approach me sexually, but there was always that glint in his eyes, that told me he was lusting after me.
I’m five feet and seven inches tall and weighed one hundred and fifty-five pounds before Jared was born. After gaining weight in my pregnancy, and then losing most of it after the baby was born, I ended up weighing about one hundred and sixty, which is pretty good when you consider I was nursing the baby. I know that I’m a big-boned girl, voluptuous as some would say, but I’m not fat. I look a lot like the actress, Christina Hendricks, and I have her red hair, although mine is natural, and her blue eyes.
My best features are also what gives me a little extra weight, because I have big, nicely shaped ass, and 36F breasts, like Christina, or at least they were until I started lactating, and they grew to 36Gs. My breasts have some attractive natural sag, as you would expect for honeydew melon or human-head-sized breasts, and they’re so full and round that the undersides hang halfway to my belly button.
Tom and I Get Alone Time at the Lake
One weekend in mid-summer, on a Friday afternoon, Ken and I took the baby and drove up to the lake. Tom had gone up on Thursday to take care of some maintenance issues, and Shirley didn’t come with us that weekend. She’s very active in her church, and with a rummage sale on Saturday, and homeless outreach on Sunday, it didn’t make sense for her to go up there.
We arrived at about 9:00 pm, and Tom had waited for us to share a late dinner. I nursed the baby in the living room after dinner, as I always did in front of Tom, using a light blanket as a coverup, as I lifted my t-shirt on each side to feed the baby. Tom was usually careful not to get caught blatantly staring at me when I was nursing, but that night he seemed to have more interest. That was my fault, since I accidently let the blanket slip a couple of times, and he got glimpses of the rounded bottoms of my milk-swollen breasts.
I got the baby down in our portable crib a little later than I planned, and then we talked, mostly Ken telling Tom what was happening in the gun store, before we retired to bed at about 11:00 pm. It was supposed to be a warm weekend, and Ken was looking forward to waterskiing, since Tom would drive the boat, and I could be the observer for safety.
It was almost 4:00 am when Ken’s cell phone rang and startled us. Unfortunately, it was the Minneapolis police, letting Ken know that the store had been broken into, robbed, and it looked like a lot of merchandise was stolen. He needed to get back to the city, and said, “I should be able to get the store boarded up and work with the police in a few hours once I get home. Why don’t you and Jared stay here with Dad, and I’ll try to get back by no later than midafternoon or so.”
Tom was wakened by the phone call too, but we soon went back to bed and slept in until 8:00 am, when Jared started crying and woke us up. I nursed the baby in the living room, which is next to and opens into the kitchen, while Tom fixed us breakfast. He was having a hard time concentrating on what he was doing due to watching me, but we were finally able to put the baby in his crib to play, while we ate our breakfast.”
It felt a little strange being with Tom without Ken there, and that was the first time that happened. I think he felt a little uneasy too, and he was trying even harder not to get caught staring at my jiggling and swaying breasts. I was wearing a t-shirt with no bra and loose athletic-type shorts, and he was wearing pretty much the same type of casual clothes.
We went out to sit on the dock after we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and it was about 11:00 am when Ken called me on my cell phone. He said, “Sorry, honey, but there were so many assault weapons taken that the FBI and ATF have gotten involved. I think our insurance will cover the loss, but I have to go through all our purchase and sales transactions for the past year with them, as well as coming up with an exact list of what was taken, with serial numbers and everything. I won’t make it back tonight, but maybe by noon tomorrow so I can enjoy a little of the lake and bring you and the baby home.”
Then I handed my phone to Tom, and Ken explained everything to him, as well as some of the business and legal issues caused by the burglary. He hung up, and said, “Well, it looks like it you, me, and the baby now. Maybe we can still enjoy a cruise around the lake.”
Crossing Taboo Bounds with Dad
It was noon when we went back inside so I could feed the baby before putting him down for a nap. I was sitting on the couch with the baby, and Tom was sitting across from me in his recliner. He was watching me more intently than ever, looking over the top of his glasses, pretending to read, and I know that he caught a few glimpses of my breasts, one time when my whole tit was exposed, including my three inch wife areola, and nipple the size of the top joint of his thumb, with milk leaking out of it.
His scrutiny was turning me on for some reason, but I didn’t want to say anything until I put the baby down. It was a funny feeling, kind of like we were playing house, and I wondered if it was affecting him the same way.
When I came back to sit on the couch after putting Jared down, Tom was still watching me, and my breasts swaying when I moved. I wanted to say something that wouldn’t challenge him, or upset him, or make him think that I was upset. So, I said, “It doesn’t bother me, Dad, but you really seem to enjoy watching me feed the baby. What are you thinking about when you do that?”
It looked like he carefully adjusted his crotch, as he thought for a few seconds, before replying, “I think a mother nursing a baby is one of the most beautiful sights in the world. I think you probably enjoy it too, just like Shirley enjoyed breast feeding Ken.”
I thought that was bullshit, and asked, “Is that it, Dad, or does it affect you in other ways?”
He cleared his throat and squirmed in his chair, before answering, “Well, to be honest, Cassi, I can’t help thinking about the other benefits I had with Shirley nursing. The baby rarely drained her completely, and I used to, uh, let’s say, I’d help finish her off. We soon realized how arousing it was for her with me suckling her instead of Ken, and it was arousing for me too.”
I thought for a second and said, “Oh yes, I have heard that from other mothers, but Ken thinks these big hooters are just for the baby, when I’m in nursing mode. But it does sound interesting.”
Then he awkwardly said more than he probably intended. He said, “Cassi, you’re a beautiful woman, and you are, you have, you look amazing. I sometimes see other men checking you out, and I’m not sure you realize how your, uh, how you are so attractive to others. But I can tell you how hungry you make others, and me as well.”
I said, “Wow, Dad, thanks for the compliment. And when you say ‘hungry’ are you talking about feeding from me?”
He responded, “Oh my goodness, yes, Cassi, I’d give anything to, uh, yes Cassi, you look delicious.”
I should have thought things through a little more before saying, “Damn, Dad, Jared wasn’t that hungry, and I’m feeling a little pressure. What could it hurt to give you a taste, especially if you’re helping me out? Would you mind trying it with me, so I can see what those other mothers are talking about?”
I patted the couch next to me after Dad replied, “My goodness, Cassi, that would be a dream come true for me. I hope you’re serious.”
Dad moved next to me on my right side on the couch and leaned over my lap as I lifted my t-shirt over my left breast. He looked like a kid in a candy store seeing my big, melon-sized breast, that is a big and round as his head, up close and he leaned in to latch on to my areola and nipple. He also fondled and weighed my breast in his right hand, as he pushed his left arm around my waist to hug me, and my milk was flowing heavily as he suckled me.
Tom looked up at me and smiled as he suckled me, and I saw his throat moving as he swallowed my nourishment. I was starting to feel a tingling in my breast, that went all the way to my pussy, and I began to understand what he said about it being arousing to suckle a lactating breast and to be suckled.
He kept watching me, looking into my eyes, as if he was searching for something; maybe some recognition that it was arousing me to, or whatever, but I was feeling closer and closer to him as he continued to drain my tit. I laid my head on the back of the couch in ecstasy, as the good feelings intensified. I looked down when it felt like my left breast was empty, and he was pulling back. He leaned up and kissed me.
I tasted my milk on his lips as he probed my mouth with his long tongue, and in a moment of passion I kissed him back the same way. We kissed for the longest time, and then he pulled back as he got up to move around and change sides, and said, “Sorry, Cassi, I couldn’t help kissing you. You’re so pretty and sexy, and I’m overwhelmed with your charity, at letting an old man enjoy your amazing breast and milk. Please let me suck your other side.”
He pushed my t-shirt all the way up and off my head, and I think he knew I wouldn’t try to stop him. Then he was laying across my lap from the left side, and I leaned down to kiss his forehead as he suckled me. I was feeling it in my pussy even more then, and I smelled my arousal, especially since I always get so wet when I’m aroused. What a sight that had to be for Dad, with my breasts fully exposed and him able to rub, fondle, and touch my fully exposed upper torso.
Dad drained my right breast for another ten minutes, and I was writhing and squirming with lust. And when that breast was drained, he leaned up to kiss me again, but for a longer time. I accidently-on-purpose moved my left hand to his crotch, and felt his huge cock lump, which seemed to be much bigger than Ken’s. He began moaning when I made that commitment to touch his cock, and he slid off the couch on his knees between my legs, still kissing me.
He broke the kiss and started kissing, licking, and sucking down my neck, breasts, and then to the supple flesh of my stomach, just below the bulging bottoms of my breasts. As he went lower, pushing his tongue into my belly button, I knew where he was headed. Ken never had any interest in eating me out, but plenty of boys did that for me in my senior year of high school, and I loved it. I wasn’t sure if Dad had gotten so caught up in his lust, that he didn’t realize what he was doing.
I gripped his head, and at the same time began pushing it lower, and said, “Oh fuck, Dad, are you sure? Ken has never done that for me, and I’ve had no reason to trim up my red forest down there.”
He looked up at me and smiled, as he pulled my shorts down and off revealing that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He gazed at my red bush, and thick and long outer labia, and started move in to suck me as he said, almost to himself, “Oh my, this is the biggest and most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Shocks went through me as I felt his mouth and tongue on my pussy, and sucking my thumb-sized clit, as he pressed his whole face in my snatch. I had been told by my gynecologist that my labia are unusually long from top to bottom, and thick, looking like the wide, thick lips of a mouth, but turned vertically.
Dad sucked my clit and labia, pushing his long tongue inside, and I was squirming in lust above him. His face was buried in my pussy again, and my thick red bush almost obscured his forehead. He kept sucking me, as I wrapped my legs around his back to hold him in place, and I had what felt like a squirting orgasm, as I moaned, saying, “Oh fuck, Dad, that’s it, eat your daughter-in-law’s big pussy, and drink my girl cum! Eat me, suck it, oh shit, I’m cumming againnnnn!”
Tom lifted up for a moment, his face soaked with my girl cream, as he said, “You’re amazing, Cassi. I can hardly believe how big and tasty your pussy is, and I’d crawl inside if I could. You squirted right into my mouth, and now your feeding me from both ends.”
I was so aroused and said, “I have to taste you now, Dad, so get those shorts off.”
He said, “Let’s take this to my bedroom so we’ll be more comfortable. I want you on top of me sucking my cock, while I continue to eat out your pussy. I want to feel your luscious weight on me, holding me down as we suck each other.”
That sounded kinky and arousing to me. I had been partially on top of Ken before sucking his cock, but he wasn’t sucking me. It was apparent that he wanted to be held down and vulnerable and submissive to me.
We went into his bedroom and I was impressed by the size of Dad’s cock. It’s uncircumcised, thick, and almost nine inches long, and his lemon-sized low-hanging balls are tantalizing. He laid back on the bed, and I moved on top, he said, “Pulls your knees forward, Cassi, so it’s like you’re almost squatting on my face. I want full access to your amazing body.”
