For those of you who don't know me, my name is Seth and about a year ago, I discovered I have an impregnation/lactation fetish. I found this out while trying to impregnate my beautiful wife of nearly eight years, Dana. Dana and I have been trying to get pregnant unsuccessfully for a year now. Of course, we've had the fun of trying, but there's also been the frustration of not succeeding.
But there is one area where I have succeeded—my mother-in-law Donna is now nine months pregnant with my child, about to pop any day now, and as sexy as ever with her rounded belly and swollen, milky tits that I nurse on every chance I get, which, since Donna's younger daughter Darlene now lives with us, is fairly often. Donna is always finding an excuse to come over here, whether it's to bring Darlene some cookies (which go great with Donna's milk) or do her laundry.
I followed the noise into my room and saw my wife bent over a pile of clothes sticking out of her closet. She was wearing cute little shorts, but not a top. A wicked idea crossed my mind. I stuck up behind her and grabbed her breasts.
"Hey, beautiful," I said kissing her neck.
"Oh, god!" she screamed, in a voice that clearly was not my wife's. I looked down at the girl in my arms.
"Darlene?" I cried, disentangling myself. It's amazing how much my wife and her sister look alike. Both are tall and blond, though Darlene wears her hair a little shorter than Dana. She moved in with us a little over four months ago because we live closer to her school than her parents do, and it's an easier commute.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were going to be at work all day," she said pitifully.
"What are you doing in here? And why aren't you in school?"
Darlene's eyes darted around the room. I became suspicious. We keep a small supply of emergency cash in our bedroom. I hoped Darlene wasn't stealing it, not that I thought she would.
"Darlene, tell me what's going on," I said sternly.
"Well, it's just...I was wondering if...Dana had a bra I could borrow," she finished quickly. It occurred to me just then that Darlene wasn't wearing a top, and I took the opportunity to stare at 18 year old breasts, something I hadn't done in about fifteen years. Like her mother and sister, Darlene had amazing tits. They were huge, rounded, with rosy nipples like eraser nubs.
"Are all your bras in the wash or something?" I asked, confused.
"No, they're...too small," she said. She was blushing almost as pink as her nipples.
"Too small?" I asked.
"Yeah, lately they've been getting bigger. I've gone from a C to a D and now I think I'm a double D, and I know that's about what Dana is, so I figured I'd borrow one from her until I get money from Mom and Dad to buy new ones cause my old ones are just too tight on them."
The sight of those huge tits on a teenager were mesmerizing, and now that she mentioned it, I had noticed her shirts becoming tighter over the last few months. I also noticed they were red from where her bras cut into her skin. Poor kid, I thought. Those tits should only be loved.
"Well, Dana keeps her bras in the dresser," I said. I walked over to it and handed Darlene a plain black bra. She slipped it on and tried to hook it.
"Oh, can you do it?" she asked frustrated. Saying nothing I stood behind her and tried my best, but it was no use.
"I think you're a bit bigger than your sister," I said, trying to hide the leering tone in my voice. I was so close to her I was sure she could feel my erection.
"Shit, I was afraid of that." She slipped the bra off and stared at her breasts in the mirror. I did the same.
"I just can't understand why they keep growing," she said puzzled. "I think there might be something wrong with me."
