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Abby has two big problems on her hands, and pressure is mounting! When she's interrupted in the middle of a desperate attempt at massage and self-pleasure, she has no choice but to give in to a deep, dark fantasy. She wants Ben, her stepfather, to milk her swollen breasts...and more. Will the muscular former farmboy comply? With great pleasure, of course!
Warning: This 7000-word story contains explicit descriptions of potentially taboo sex, including milking, lactation, erotic massage, mutual masturbation, and sex between an older man and younger woman. The content is intended for open-minded adult readers only, as it could be construed as disturbing or extreme.
Excerpt:
We sat in silence. My chest rose and fell. All I heard was Ben's soft breathing and the ticking of a clock in the kitchen. I realized I was still smiling. It felt so good to be next to Ben. I hadn't felt this kind of warmth in a long time, since well before the baby. My ears started to buzz a little, like right before a first kiss.
Ben adjusted himself on the couch. He was closer now.
"Is there anything I can do, Abby?" he asked.
I instantly thought of his warm hands on my breasts and every rational thought flew out the window. The idea of relaxing completely and allowing someone else to massage my discomfort away made me dizzy, and the image of Ben leaning over to alleviate every worry I had in the world, well, let's just say the dampness between my legs got a little hotter.
I slid the instructions toward him.
"Maybe you could do these better," I said. "I'm aching, Ben."
He studied the sheet, and then looked at me.
"You'd let me touch you?"
Of course! my brain screamed.
"It's what the doctor suggested," I said slowly, reasoning as I went. "You're helping ease my pain. It's like physical therapy, how therapists touch you. It would really, really help, Ben."
I let my arms fall to my sides, and I angled sideways on the couch to lay back almost flat, my head propped on a pillow. My breasts looked like huge orbs in the moonlight. My nipples were so much wider than they'd been before, and darker. Every little breath made me jiggle. I felt shy all of a sudden, and moved to cover myself.
"Maybe this was a mis - "
"Don't," Ben said, grabbing my arm and holding it still. "Don't be shy."
His grip was firm. I melted. I let my arms fall to the couch.
Ben eased on to his knees, right by my side. I could feel the heat rolling off of him in waves. He lifted his hands and tentatively held them right above me, and then dropped them to the couch cushion. His fingers brushed my side and I gasped...
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