EroticReverie

Lynette ….One Month Later

I was a coward on many levels. Too cowardly to have done that right thing when it came to my own daughter. I suppose it was selfish just as much as it was being a coward. I couldn’t say no to her. More importantly, I’d realized…I didn’t want to. 

Coward on another level, because I still hadn’t confronted my husband about the note in his pocket. Or the the king stand of red hair on the arm of his suit last week. Or why his clothes suspiciously smelled of more than just his cologne. But of a woman’s perfume. Perfume I didn’t wear. 

Because how do I confront him for it, when I’ve been doing something far worse? How do I address my husband having an affair ,when I’d been seeking A forbidden relationship with my own daughter? 

I haven’t bothered trying to stop. Or telling Macy we couldn’t continue. There was no point. I was ashamed to admit it, that my own daughter wanting me, needing me, had me feeling the same. Being desired always makes people feel special and important. My daughter made me feel worthy again. Made me feel sexy. Made me feel like I couldn’t go a single day without her touch or her kiss. I felt for her all the things I’d felt for my husband.  She wasn’t just my daughter anymore. She was my companion. My lover. 

I sit down on the couch, her baby brother just laid down for his nap and I sigh. Closing my eyes. I was exhausted. More mentally than physically. But I’ve always thought mental exhaustion is far worse than physical. I knew I couldn’t be a wife to a man that cheated. I knew I had to address it at some point. But it was so much easier to say I’d do it tomorrow. And then when tomorrow came, say tomorrow again. Until the days added up and I’d gone over a month with my suspicions. 

Would we divorce? Would he promise to never do it again and ask for us to work on our marriage? Did I want that? Did I want him at all anymore? With each day that goes by the answer becomes more and more clear and it terrifies me. Because no. Because I fell out of love with him, started to the second I found that napkin. And if I’m being honest, it started before that. When he stopped initiating physical intimacy because I didn’t want anymore children. I’d fallen out of love …and into love. With my daughter. I loved her. More than a mother should. In ways that a mother should never love their daughter. 

Instead of imaging my husband ontop of me, or wondering about his day and looking forward to seeing him. I was picturing her. Thinking of her body , naked ..her soft skin and touches that sent my entire body into shivers just thinking of it. Thinking of how her day was going when at school. Thinking of how long we’d have to sneak in a quickie before her siblings came home from their after school programs and her father returned home from work. 

Hours later , with her siblings downstairs watching television and playing Mmmm on their iPads.  I watch her as she changes her brothers diaper. She’s always been so good about helping me without me having to ask. Ever since she was little. I’d find her trying to sweep and mop the floors , vacuum carpets, putting away her own toys without a single nagging from me. She’s always been so good to me. But seeing her now when she helps me. It doesn’t just make me appreciate her. It makes me want to ravage her. Seeing her as my lover , and her helping out without ever having to be asked. It’s such a turn on. Men don’t understand that. Or they do. But don’t care to benefit from it. 

“All set , you hungry?” She asks her brother and my nipples tighten beneath my dress. Not for feeding my son. But feeding her too. 

She turns with her baby brother and walks over and places him on my lap as I sit in the rocking chair. She smiles and leans down and my chin lifts and my pussy aches for moments like this. Where she kisses me so casually. As if it’s so normal and we’re not a mother and daughter. But a couple , partners. Lovers. 

She turns and walks over to the changing table and makes it tidy and leaves the room to go wash her hands as I lower one side of my dress for my son. The other for her. I let my son latch to my right breast and rock gently in the chair. 

When she returns I look up at her and she smiles. Her eyes on my other breast. She cocks her head. 

“Is that your way of telling me to drink?” She asks and I flush slightly. It’s been a few days since she’s even tried to suck them. 

“You don’t have to. I just thought…you might want to.” I say and she smirks and walks over. 

I bite my lip as she lowers to her knees beside the rocking chair. Placing one hand on the arm of the chair. The other scooping up my breast from underneath. 

“Do you miss my mouth on them?” She asks leaning her mouth toward my breast and I inhale slowly. Watching with anticipation. 

“Do you mommy?” She asks. Her soft whisper pushing warm air over my nipple from her breath. 

I nod. 

“Mmm” she hums and presses the lightest barely there kiss to my hard nipple. 

“Unless you don’t like doing it anymore, you don’t have to if you don’t-“

She smiles a small little whisper of a laugh. 

“I don’t suck your milky mommy tits for two days and you think it’s because I’ve lost a taste for you?” She asks and I sink my teeth into my lower lip. 

“I’ll never tire of this. Of being your baby” she says and I moan as her lips push around my areola and close around it. Her tongue taking a taste of my nipple before she starts to suck gently. Her hand squeezes my breast and I moan as I feel my milk find its rightful place in her hungry mouth. 

She hums as she sucks and the way her eyes roll slightly as she starts to drink from me, like my milk is euphoric, has my panties soaking. 

“I wonder if all breast milk tastes pretty much the same” she ponders after letting her lips pull back and her tongue circles my nipple. 

“I bet yours is the best though” she says and smiles at my breast and her tongue drags over my nipple. A bead of milk spreading onto her tongue as I moan. 

“Your tits are so fucking delicious” she moans and then sucks my nipple hard and I moan. My head going back. My eyes rolling. 

It’s an odd sensation. The mouth of my son on one breast , using it for its purpose. Causing no feelings of sexual urgency. And her mouth on the other doing things her teenage mouth shouldn’t be doing. Using my breast for the same purpose but in a filthy and forbidden way. Using it for something else , using it to turn me on. Which she does effortlessly everytime. 

“Fuck it’s so good” she moans and her eyes come to mine and she grins. 

“Your mommy milk is so fucking yummy” she says making me moan and she grins as she kisses my nipple. 

“I’m so thirsty” she says and sucks. Then her mouth pops and she lets her jaw lower and my milk dribbles out the sides of her mouth. Over her lower lip and down her neck. Into her cleavage and into the hem of her neckline on her white t shirt. The fabric darkens as it gets wet. Her tight long sleeved top clinging to her own perfect breasts. She takes another drink. sucking. Sucking. Moaning and then letting her mouth release and I watch as more of my milk soaks her chin and skin down to her tits. 

“Do you like me being a messy baby?” She asks and I whimper with a nod. 

“Yeah, mommy likes her little girl drinking this sweet milk and soaking her body with it, don’t you mommy?” She moans and sucks again. Pulling my milk from my breast with her mouth. Over and over. drinking it down as my pussy aches and my clit pulses. 

“Should I lick your pussy now or wait till your done feeding our son?” She asks and I nearly cum. A strangled whimper coming from my lips. Her words crashing through me. Our son. It’s the first time she’s said anything of the sort. And I didn’t even know the effect it would have on me. To hear her claim him as more than just her brother. To hear her claim him as a partner would. 

“Now” I say and she smirks. 

“Is he my son too, now that you’re baby girl is your girlfriend and going to take care of you like she’s your wife?” She asks and I moan. 

“Yes baby, yes, he’s yours too” I answer and she moans and shifts and kneels in front of me. Hands pushing my dress up and I lean back in the rocker. My ass pushing to the edge and my legs spreading as she moans , her hands sliding up my thighs as my dress pushes up. 

“Daddy!” My kids voices ring out downstairs. Making her pause. I hear the door. Gasping and she looks at me. 

“You’ll cum quick…” she smirks and pushes my dress up further. “Won’t you mommy? Let me make you cum , let me fuck your pussy with my mouth while your future ex husband is downstairs” she says and I groan. Nodding once and she grins wider. 

“Such a naughty mommy” she purrs. “So fucking naughty”