All parties in this story are over 18 and the events are all completely consensual.
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Jess, now a woman in her late thirties, and her daddy, now in his early eighties, went on to have 15 children together. Jess, a stunning, full-figured, sumptuous, sexy woman, with a soft stomach, gorgeous silky, long brunette curly locks, wide, round hips and inviting voluptuous thighs; Charlie looking much younger than his senior years.
Perhaps the diet of Jess's breast milk had something to do with his smooth skin, strong bones and lean stature. His good looks also served to render his appearance a lot younger than the reality. The active sex life they both shared, and the good hormones that it stimulated in them both, all benefitted their health too.
Jess's mum Flora relished and cherished her role in this family dynamic. She was nanny to this huge brood. Although mum and dad led their upbringing, discipline and education, making sure they were emotionally healthy and provided for, Flo would take most of the responsibility for making sure they all had fun.
As their mum and dad enjoyed such a lot of intimate time in the bedroom, the children would have to be entertained a lot of the time away from them. This is where Flo came in, and she truly felt a sense of purpose and reward in this responsibility. They had had their house extended on a huge plot of land, the building as big as a small school, with outdoor space where there was plenty of wildlife, nature and beautiful scenery. The younger children would go with Flo on long walks. They had dogs which always needed walking and exercise, and the older children would share the load with Flo in making sure that the younger children were busy, schooled, and happy. It kept Flora active and young, and the children loved her creative imagination - there was always something new for them to explore and experience.
Jess continued to feed, from her breast, any of her children who wanted it; she would never deny them. They ran rules in their home that there was no taboo surrounding this in their family, and that none of the children should be judged on their decision to breastfeed or not.
Oddly, of the six girls, only the youngest was still interested in mummy's milk. Just two of her boys had lost interest in her breasts; only natural perhaops. The boys loved being close to mummy, cuddling into her warm body, comforted by her milk-giving nipples in their mouths, drawing the nutrients from her body. The special bond this created between them was like nothing else, and Jess knew no better intimacy for mother and child than this beautiful connection.
The children were given all the love and affection they craved and felt secure enough to explore their own individuality, not fearful of giving their love. This made the family happy, inclusive and harmonious, and social relationships were wonderful. Jess was so proud of this amazing family, and sometimes scarcely believed she'd created all this with Charlie. What an amazing achievement.
The children were, however, brought up to believe Charlie, Jess's father, and Flora, were brother and sister. There was a need to protect them from the truth of the history their parents had. Jess and Charlie were simply 'mummy and daddy' to them, and that was all they needed to know.
Jess and her daddy were happy and had lived a wonderful, sexy, loving life together as a couple for many years. There was still a lot of hot and horny fucking, at least twice a day. Daddy was now no longer fertile, which meant that they had had their last babies (twins) six years ago. He still craved that feeling of his raging hard cock fully inside his baby girl, planting his big load of cum deep into her womb.
He fantasised that one day he would have one fertile sperm - just one; that was all it took - that would make her pregnant... one last time.
Oh, if only he could see another positive pregnancy test. Another ultrasound scan of his next child. Her body grow big, thick heavy and round with a baby inside her.
He was too old now. If she had a baby now, he may not even live to see the child turn 5 years old. That did sadden him, but only fleetingly. He knew he'd been a very lucky man.
It had been a wonderful evolution for Flo to see, that for the early decades of their marriage, Charlie had been sexually frustrated, and now, over the last 20 years, he enjoyed the sexual liberation he had always dreamed of. Even though Flo had always encouraged Charlie to explore outside their marriage with her consent, as she knew she wasn't ever going to truly live up to his physical desires, Charlie had still felt guilty over the years for his overzealous enthusiasm for real, raw, uninhibited fucking.
Flo couldn't help but think she'd unmeaningly held him back over the years, but to go some way towards making amends, she had given him the gift of consent to make a sexual union with his daughter, and, for that selfless decision in itself, to Charlie, that erased a great deal of his frustration about the past. Luckily for Charlie, as it had happened, Jess shared her daddy's filthy appetite for it, and had become his perfect little slut, addicted to his cock, having a pussy full of his cum and a womb full of his babies. They had also fallen deeply in love. The life he made with Jess was like nothing he could ever have dreamed about with a stranger, or someone outside of his home. What a beautiful family community they had built, the three of them!
Jess loved her life at home. She'd left work young, and hadn't finished college, but she hadn't allowed herself to be an empty, dumb fool without a brain. She was well educated, she'd taken that upon herself. She knew that these babies she had lovingly birthed would need a strong woman as a mother, and that they would look to her for influence and inspiration, particularly the girls.
She kept herself busy as a homebody. She'd become a freelance artist to provide a source of income. She'd always loved drawing, and as she'd been freed from having to go out to work, she'd had time to hone these skills and really become brilliant and talented as a painter and designer. A perfect career choice for a stay-at-home mother who craved her daddy's cock constantly.
Secretly, she was also felt a little melancholy for her daddy's now exhausted fertility. She was now in her sexual prime. She loved daddy, so, so much, but the reality was he really couldn't ever give her any more babies. That was painful for her. She was desperate to be pregnant again. She didn't want to ever stop being pregnant, giving birth, feeling that growth in her womb. Still, everything is temporary.
The children had been brought up to know that nudity was not wrong in their home, in their family. Their mummy adored being naked, and usually walked around wearing very little. Her breasts were usually exposed so that her children could learn when mummy needed to be milked. They quickly learned that when mummy was dripping milk, they could go to her, and she would take them to feed. She had a lot of mouths to feed, so her huge GG tits filled up so, so fast. She made sure she kept up a good diet and a plentiful fluid intake, to cope with the copious demand for milk.
Over the years of feeding so many babies, and her daddy, on her beautiful oversized bosom, her nipples had really stretched and were now three quarters of an inch long; with areola so big and dark. They looked so appetising and sexy to Charlie. Because of the demands of their children, he would feed on her only once a day now, at night, usually arousing him to huge proportions and usually ending up with his dripping stiff dick buried deep inside her.
