My daughter Julia, now nineteen, waddled into the kitchen and sat down. I glanced sideways to-wards her and took a sip of my coffee. Her swollen breasts hovered and beckoned me with aching immediacy. Her pregnancy was fast approaching its full term.
I took a half-step to-wards her when my wife, Gina came strutting into the kitchen almost spilling my coffee. I stopped short and made sure none had landed on my shirt and tie. I gave my wife an unnoticed look and returned to making eye contact with my daughter. Giving her a reassuring smile I sat down to my eggs and bacon.
"Any plans to-day, dear?" my wife sang.
"Maybe some more baby shopping," my daughter replied. She winked at me and took a slow bite of her toast, clicking her teeth twice.
I lifted my coffee cup to my lips and winked back.
"Cream, Daddy??" Julia asked abruptly.
"Yes, thank you, Julia." I quickly replied and licked my lips.
With my wife's back still turned Julia quickly lifted her shirt and squeezed breast milk into my coffee. At the same time I noisily returned the creamer to the table. This little game had been going on since my daughter could lactate. God, it was such a turn on.
"Jim, do you want to meet for lunch to-day?? I was thinking about trying that new Korean restaurant on Ice Pond Road." Gina said.
"Sounds good to me. I'll remember to bring my antacid."
"Darling, don't be condescending. I just thought it would be nice to have lunch. I didn't think it was necessary for you to be snide about it." Gina scolded.
"Honey, I wasn't trying to offend you. I was only joking." I replied as defenselessly as I could.
"Ohhh," she cooed, laying a hand against my cheek, "I can't stay mad at you."
I smiled meekly and patted her on the back.
"Well, I've got to finish my make up. Excuse me." And she strode off to the our bathroom in our bedroom.
I slowly slid off my shoe to match the ever-spreading legs of my daughter. My sock-encased foot gently found her widening warmth and gently began to press my big toe forward. Julia's eyes closed slowly and she moved herself slowly against my foot. Moaning softly she then grabbed my foot and pressed it harder between her legs. I felt a growing pool of moisture encase my toe. Her breaths got shorter, her head leaned forward, eyes still closed. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut tight. A high-pitched squeal let loose from her lips, just loud enough for me to here. Julia leaned back in her chair, parted her hair over to forehead and took several heavy breaths. My toe teased her and Julia jumped ever-so-slightly. She smiled big at me and quickly sat up as the clop of my wife's footsteps returned to the air. I shoved my foot back into its holster and performed the act of being natural.
"Well, I'm off", she announced.
Kissing us both good-bye, my wife exited the house. Julia went to loosen the strings on her nightgown, but I held up my hand.
"Remember the rule, dear." I reminded her.