Day 4 dawned with a relentless throb in Richard's breasts, the swollen glands pulsing like overripe fruit ready to burst. Emily's body had entered a new phase of lactation, milk production ramping up as the baby grew, leaving him drenched by morning. He woke to sheets sticky with leaks, the nightgown plastered to skin, dark patches blooming across the chest. Sitting up, he peeled the fabric away, watching beads form on the nipples, dripping steadily onto the belly's curve. The pressure built with each breath, a deep ache that radiated down to the core, stirring the pussy despite the discomfort.
Alex had noticed during their morning fuck, his cock thrusting slow and deep into the slick heat while he latched onto one tit, sucking hard to draw out streams that he swallowed with grunts. But it wasn't enough; the other breast wept untouched, milk trailing down the side in warm rivulets. 'You're overflowing today,' Alex murmured against the skin, tongue lapping at the excess before pulling out to cum inside, hot spurts filling the womb. Richard clenched around him, riding the waves, but the relief was fleeting—the breasts remained heavy, demanding more.
After Alex left for the day, kissing the sore nipples goodbye, Richard paced the living room, hands cupping the undersides, squeezing gently to ease the flow. Droplets hit the floor, forcing him to mop up, the scent of sweet milk lingering in the air. The doorbell rang mid-morning, and he knew before opening it: Laura, right on time, her face lighting up with that knowing smile from yesterday's secrets.
'How's my girl—er, my boy—doing?' she asked, stepping inside with a bag of herbal teas and soft cloths, her eyes immediately dropping to the damp spots on his tank top. The hug was immediate, her body pressing close, one hand sliding up to rest just below the swell of the breasts. 'I couldn't stop thinking about you. About... everything.'
They settled on the couch, Laura unpacking her supplies while Richard explained the night's torment, voice breathy as another leak started. 'It's worse today. They hurt so much, like they're going to explode.' He lifted the shirt, exposing the engorged tits, veins prominent, areolas wide and puckered, nipples erect and glistening. Milk oozed from the tips, pooling in the cleavage.
Laura's gaze softened with empathy, then heated. 'Let me help. Like yesterday, but focused.' She guided him to lean back, pillows propping the head, then knelt between his spread legs. Her fingers traced the curves first, light strokes that made him shiver, before cupping one breast fully, lifting its weight. 'So full. Breathe for me.' She leaned in, mouth opening wide to take the nipple between lips, tongue flicking the tip to coax the flow.
Richard gasped as suction pulled strong, milk jetting into her mouth in forceful bursts. The relief was instant, a wave of pleasure-pain easing as she drank deeply, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Her free hand massaged the globe, thumb pressing into the flesh to express more, streams escaping the corners of her lips to trail down her chin. 'Tastes even richer today,' she mumbled without stopping, switching to the other side when the first softened slightly.
But the milk kept coming, faster than she could swallow. She pulled back, wiping her mouth, and grabbed a cloth, folding it over the nipple to dab away the excess. 'We need to empty them properly.' Standing, she stripped off her blouse and jeans, revealing lace panties that already showed a wet spot. 'Your turn to help me feel good while I take care of you.'
Richard nodded, hands reaching for her waist as she straddled his thigh, grinding her pussy against the leg through the thin fabric. He sucked on her neck, teeth grazing skin, while she returned to the breasts, alternating sides now, nursing with fervor. Her hips rocked faster, clit rubbing hard, and he slipped fingers under the panties, parting her folds to slide two inside, curling to hit the spot that made her moan around the nipple.
Milk sprayed with her movements, some landing on her own chest, mixing with sweat. Richard's pussy clenched emptily, arousal building from the dual sensations—the emptying tits and the wet heat of her cunt gripping his fingers. 'Fuck, Mom, your mouth feels so good,' he panted, pumping deeper, thumb circling her clit until she shuddered, walls fluttering in release, juices soaking his hand.
She didn't stop nursing, draining one breast completely before moving to the next, her body still trembling. When both were finally lighter, nipples tender but satisfied, she sat up, kissing him deeply, sharing the lingering sweetness on her tongue. 'Better?' she asked, hand trailing down to cup the mound between his legs.
'Much. But now I need you.' Richard pulled her down, flipping positions so she lay beneath, legs spread wide. He buried his face in her pussy, tongue delving into the folds to lap up her cum, sucking the clit between lips while fingers plunged in and out. Laura bucked, hands in his hair—Emily's hair—guiding the rhythm as she came again, thighs clamping around his head.
The afternoon blurred into lazy explorations: Laura using her mouth on the pussy next, tongue fucking deep while fingers pinched the spent nipples, drawing out the last drops. They scissored on the rug, clits grinding together, bellies sliding slickly until mutual orgasms left them gasping. By the time Alex returned, the house smelled of sex and milk, Laura excusing herself with a wink, promising another visit soon.
That night, as Alex fucked him from behind, hands milking the breasts in time with his thrusts, cock stretching the pussy wide, Richard replayed the day's intimacies, the swaps weaving their family closer in ways he never imagined.