Thank you Steve(@ciaosteve) for making my story look perfect. Thank you to all readers, especially Ashok, who had been waiting for the next part of Ankita.
This chapter has sex between a consenting male and female and has breastfeeding. If this is not your taste, then avoid reading further. Comments, both good and bad, are always invited as that will help me to write a better story next time.
All the characters involved in sex are above eighteen years of age.
So, here goes my story...
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Ankita speaks
The desperation brought about by loneliness welcomed to lust in the brain. My attraction towards Papa had started innocently enough but culminated with the two of us in bed. As the naked flesh pressed close together, it reminded us of our physical needs which were more important than the relationship which society had burdened us with. It should never have happened but from that momentous morning onwards my father in law had transformed himself into my lover to attend to my physical needs.
The lust which had gripped us after seven long days of waiting was no longer an unwelcomed guest. We were practically living in each other's shadow, but every day was just like the first, a desire filled pleasure. No matter how many times we did it, that lust would grow stronger and still I craved for more. Papa was a voracious lover, yet he could kindle my deepest heartfelt desires. I felt alive once more, alive with passion and joy.
Five months had passed so quickly since that first time. Those four months had witnessed my children growing fast. My elder son had now weaned to baby foods, but my six-month-old daughter still nourished herself from my milk.
Even as I emerged from a deep slumber, I knew it was Papa's hand bearing down on my clothed body. He always wished that I cover my chest with both blouse and bra. It wasn't that he belonged to an older generation, but because he had a fascination with personally unwrapping me. It was part of his foreplay and needless to say, I enjoyed it too.
"What is it, Papa?" I asked, although I was very sure about his touch.
"Just feeling if the baby has left anything for me," he said, as his hand gently found its way into my blouse and under the bra.
He went on fondling my soft flesh and it was the same feeling as if we were doing it for the first time. I bit my lips in excitement, keeping my eyes closed as I savoured his very touch. His fingers probed deeper, grazing against my sensitive nipple. He tickled it with his fingers and I could control no more. I turned to his side as he pulled out his hand.
"What is it, Papa?"I reiterated the words, but this time there was a smile on my face and my sleep had nearly vanished.
"I meant to say that this side is empty," he said in a very mischievous tone.
"So?" I asked again, knowing what was coming next.
"I have to check the other side," he answered in his usual calm tone.
"Did anyone stop you?" I teased, raising my chest as to make my melons more prominent.
The minute I did so, Papa literally pounced on me. He put his entire body on me as his hands groped both of my juicy tits. His mouth kissed on my neck.
"Slowly Papa, I am not going anywhere."
"Why, beti? It has been hours since I last touched them?"
Yes, he was correct and I had to tell him my needs.
"Papa, the right one is still full and it pains when you press it that hard," I was sort of complaining.
"You mean that I should empty it first?" he enquired as if he was new to all this.
I put up a sultry smile and gave a nod. Deep down, pressing against my thighs was the large monster that defined him a man. I was getting excited thinking about getting nude again and leading him again deep into my valley.
His trembling hands had started to unbutton my blouse.
"And you must be having a brassiere beneath this. I don't understand why you wear so many things when you know there will be an urgency."
"Because my Papa loves it that way, and I can't disobey him"
I could make from his face that he wanted to suck my nipples as quickly as possible. He was practically drooling with anticipation. One by one the buttons of my blouse opened, revealing a glimpse of my breasts hidden within their lacy confines. The moment he saw them, his eyes went wide.
It was always like the first time, I reflected.
He pulled the blouse off my body as I sat up in bed. Papa started kissing my bare back, sending shivers through my body every time I felt the gentle touch of his lips. His hands were full of other pleasures, namely my motherly breasts. He was fondling the empty one and this time I had nothing to complain about. He eased my long hair off to one side, before continuing his kissing all over my shoulders and neck
Even empty, I could feel my breast dribbling milk as he massaged the soft flesh within my bra.
"Papa, my bra is getting wet. Remove it please."
"Oh, I would love to do it."
I could feel his fingers unhook my bra and my milky melons were finally free. Pulling me close to him, I felt the warmth of his bare chest. It was only a fleeting embrace, as Papa eased me back down onto the soft mattress. There I lay, a smile on my face as my huge breasts pointed temptingly towards his face.
Papa couldn't resist and quickly pulled himself on top. Kneeling across my thighs, I could feel his hardness press against my mound as he slowly lowered his head towards my milk laden breast. I could feel his tongue flicking across my sensitive nipple, turning it from puffy flesh to hard nub. I was already breathing deeply, excitement racking my every nerve end as I reached down to touch the bulge in his lungi. It was rock hard. I wondered how long I would have to wait before I would feel his manhood stretching my soaking sex.
I could feel the muscles of his mouth contract as my milk flowed into his mouth. My free hand brushed his hair, just as I did while nursing my children. Somehow this seemed to increase the flow, and the slurping sounds of his mouth told me he was enjoying his late-night drink.
Unable to restrain myself any further, I untied the knot of his lungi, pulling it open. I grasped the hard prick in my hand and gently moved my fingers along the shaft. My touch was gifted with dampness of pre-cum soon forming on my fingers. Without hesitation, I brought them to my mouth. Oh, how much I loved the salty taste of his pre-cum. I moved my hand again to his tool and rocked it back and forth. I could sense his growing restlessness but he was still busy suckling me dry.
As my fingers tortured the skin at the tip, he finally raised his head from my chest. I knew I was not empty and it was the magic of my fingers that had helped in unlatching.
"Beti, I can sense your impatience. You need a hard fuck, isn't it?"
I laughed out loud, so loud that I could have woken up the sleeping babies. Luckily, that didn't happen. Papa pulled himself up from my heavy breast, kneeling now to the side. I could see the twinkle in his eyes, and moments later my remaining clothes had gone, leaving me completely naked. How much I loved to be nude lying close to him!
The missionary position was the one we liked the most especially at the dead of the night. Expectantly, I splayed my legs wide, inviting his hard tool to flourish in my wet pussy. Without hesitation, Papa climbed back on top of me, lowering his hips towards my waiting sex.
