Sometimes she crooned a lullaby or went in a completely different direction and spoke about their sex life, driving herself to distraction with lust that led to wild bouts of milky sex where she rode him while he drained her and filled her at the same time, meanwhile the other breast let down and her milk drenched them both… along with the couch, the floors and their clothes, if either of them still wore any that is.
The effect of his draining her breasts however, meant that her body produced more milk to meet the higher demand, causing them to grow yet another cup size. This was good not only because the bigger her breasts were the more he liked them, but because the more breast milk he drank the more his libido grew.
Grampa was in hog heaven, drinking breast milk every day, fucking a beautiful young woman every day and helping her raise two fine young children.
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As Tyler learned, he began to ease into the foreman’s responsibilities but this meant the hours were even longer than before.
When Yvette’s pregnant belly began to show, barely four months after giving birth to their second child, he was surprised.
“How the hell did you get pregnant again so soon?” he asked her one night after he got home from work. “We hardly even see each other.”
“I guess it was our third night at the house,” she said after a short pause. She felt guilt at her lie but she had to say something.
“You came home late, took a shower and I forced myself on you,” she continued with a nervous little giggle.
Would he bite?
“Well, I guess,” he said quietly after a moment’s consideration. “I didn’t know you could get pregnant again so soon after giving birth. I guess that’ll teach us a lesson.”
Grunting in satisfaction at the mystery solved, he cleaned his plate and went to bed. Tomorrow would be yet another long hard day.
As the days and weeks progressed, Tyler occasionally came home to a dark house. After stepping inside, he’d find a note from Yvette letting him know she was at Grampa’s house and that he could come up there to eat before they went home.
Again and again it happened, until it was almost every night. She’d sometimes even spend the night there with the kids.
On their sixth month in their new home, when Yvette’s belly really started to show on her slim frame and the old foreman was scheduled to leave, Tyler decided to go home for lunch and surprise his wife and kids.
Trotting from the gravel road to tiptoe onto the grass to take a peek through the window, he drew back in surprise and consternation.
Hardly able to believe his eyes, he looked again.
His beautiful young wife was naked as the day she was born, mounted on her great-great-grandfather, whose knobby hands were clenched around her big bouncing tits. His mouth was latched onto one of her nipples and he could see his throat work as he gulped down what he could only suspect as mouthful after mouthful of his wife’s breast milk.
Their bodies were drenched with sweat and the milk spraying from her other nipple as the shriveled up old man squeezed her massive breasts together.
So that’s why the fucking sofa’s always wet, was the only that that went through his stunned mind at that moment.
Tyler felt himself get hard as he watched.
The old man released her tits and she leaned down to kiss him with a passion she’d never shown for Tyler. She bounced on old man’s lap, her round pregnant belly pressed hard against his fat old-man gut, her slim fingers tangled in the old man’s white chest hair as she braced herself on his chest.
He watched the old man release his wife’s enormous tits, grip his her peach perfect ass cheeks and drive them down, spearing her on his raging hard cock. He couldn’t believe the size of the old man’s dick. He had to be packing more than ten inches and it had to be almost as big around as a fucking soda can.
He found it weird that they weren’t making any noise until he thought of his two children and knew they were probably taking their midday nap while Yvette and Grampa rutted like a pair of wild animals.
He watched as the old man suddenly pushed Yvette aside and stood up, thrusting his enormous member at her face.
Again, Tyler watched in amazement and not a little jealousy as she knelt subserviently before the ugly old man, took his heavy throbbing member in both delicate hands, opened her mouth and sucked it with that same desperate urgency she’d used when she’d been riding him.
Tyler ducked down low so they wouldn’t see him and settled in to watch. He had the perfect angle and could see everything.
The old man had his twisted arthritic fingers tangled in his wife’s long hair, guiding her head to him and thrusting his hips powerfully towards her. He heard her choke and gag, until he pulled her head away and she gasped and smiled sweetly up at him with red-rimmed watery eyes, a runny nose and strings of saliva connecting her smiling lips and chin to the old man’s enormous cock.
He watched as she went back to sucking off the old man with all the skill and enthusiasm of a top-rate porn star. When the old man’s skinny legs began to tremble, she backed off and sucked on his balls for a few moments, raking his skinny wasted thighs with her fingernails, then went back to working his cock with her mouth when she knew the old man’s urge to cum had passed.
Again the skinny legs began to tremble and again she backed off. She did it over and over. Tyler realized that she knew the old man well enough to recognize when to stop sucking him so he wouldn’t cum in her mouth, at least not until SHE decided it was going to happen.
The old man’s ugly face was contorted in an expression of pain and frantic need.
Finally, legs trembling, it was he who pulled away from her expertly sucking mouth this time.
He saw the old man motion imperiously with one hand in the couch’s direction.
Smiling a glorious smile that had once been just for him, Yvette eagerly jumped up and knelt on all fours on the couch. She looked expectantly at the old man over her shoulder and wiggled her perfect ass at him enticingly.
Grampa stepped towards her and ran his hands lovingly over her soft pale skin. He cupped her huge dangling breasts, hefting their great weight in his hands and sending them bouncing into each other with great meaty claps Tyler could hear even from outside.
After clapping her big tits together a few more times, the old man caressed her pregnant belly possessively then he gripped a wide hip with one hand and guided the tip of his enormous cock with the other, placing it at the entrance to her pussy.
Looking back at him and smiling that glorious smile of hers, Yvette pushed back against the old man’s huge phallus slowly and Tyler saw inch after thick inch of his wife’s great-great-grandfather’s cock disappear inside her until he filled her completely.
Once again hefting his wife’s massive dangling tits, the old man used them to pull her to him, slamming into her with almost unnatural strength and vigor.
Occasionally he switched from pulling to her by her tits and instead gripped her big pregnant belly or her wide flaring hips.
How the hell can a man his age fuck like that, he wondered.
On and on he drove into her, over and over, harder and harder, deeper and deeper until the skinny legs began to shake, the tale-tell sign the old man was about to cum, and he drove into her one final time and held still.
Meanwhile, Yvette tossed her head, nodded, quivered, shook and arched her back, trying to take the old man deeper into her as he came deep inside her. The tendons in her neck stood out like cords of wood and the muscles of her arms, back and legs tensed as she came on the old man’s cock.
Tyler couldn’t believe how turned on he was from watching his smoking hot, pregnant wife have sex with the oldest and ugliest man he’d ever seen, who also just happened to be her great-great-grandfather.
He drew back and sat with his back against the log wall, his body shaking with lust, wishing he could barge in there and shove his cock in her mouth while the old man fucked her from behind.
A sudden thought struck him.
Was that baby in her belly even his, he wondered.
He looked back through the window and saw them cuddling together on the couch. His wife was covering the old man’s face with soft moist kisses while she ran the fingers of one hand through his sweaty white chest hair and the other held his softening member gently.
The old man tenderly stroked her hair, continuing down her back, smiling as his fingers tickled her, forcing her to arch her back and thrust out her massive breasts. A bead of white breast milk collected at the tip of each nipple before running down her under-boob then to either side of her round pregnant belly.
He saw her sit up straight suddenly, her enormous breasts swaying and quivering as she looked towards the children’s room. After a quick pause they stood up, hastily dressed and, holding hands like lovers, hurried to the kids’ room.
Stunned and still nursing a hard-on that could dent steel, Tyler slowly and mechanically made his way back to the barn where his workers were finishing up their lunch. The barn was only a few hundred yards away from the house.
How the fuck could something like this happen while he was so close by, he wondered.
What was he to do? He liked this job. It turned out he was good at it too. He didn’t want to leave. He made good money, his kids had a home, there was food on the table and they were close. His wife was a cheating bitch, but…
He went through the rest of the day like an automaton, mechanically doing the work, doling out orders, and supervising his workers, but his mind and heart were in turmoil.
When he got home that night, he found a note from Yvette telling him she and the kids were having dinner at Grampa’s house and that he should meet them there.
As he walked to his boss’ house, he wondered if the old man had fucked his wife in one of those rooms. He probably had. The familiarity and intense connection he’d seen between them during their antics on the couch hadn’t happened overnight. They’d been at it for a while. He felt it in his gut.
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