My Big Miling Tits

This story follows on from My Big Milking Tits, it contains descriptions of incest, lesbian, S&M, and heterosexual sex. Of course there are scenes including lactation. If any of this offends you please do not read. If you enjoy my story please leave me feedback and votes. Remember this story was created by me and even though it is free I still assert my rights as the author / creator.

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I soon learned why women of my age take a young man -- a toy boy -- for a lover. Wayne was insatiable, as insatiable as I was. Whenever my teenage grand-children Jules and Gussie were out of the house Wayne wanted my breasts and sex. I am talking about him fucking me six or eight times in a day. Between taking care of the baby and Wayne I was exhausted.

Whenever I finish feeding Johanna, Wayne would be there, ready and willing. He would suckle on my breasts until I was dry. This set up a supply and demand situation, whatever was demanded my body would respond and supply what was demanded and more. By the end of the week I was producing at least twenty ounces more each day, than I had been before Wayne. Despite the fatigue, despite my breasts feeling constantly heavy, I enjoyed every minute. I could even accept my leaking nipples, I was washing two bras a day. At night immediately Gussie was asleep Wayne would creep into my bed, not that we got a lot of sleep.

"Gran you're looking tired," Gussie remarked at breakfast looking up from his porridge. Breakfast, going on Brunch was an institution in my house. I believed eating at the start of the day ensured everyone ate healthily.

"Yes you do look worn out." Jules agreed, "what do you think Wayne?"

"Mmmm yes I suppose you do. Penny you ought to rest more."

Gussie picked up on Wayne's easy familiarity. "Penny! Wayne how long has Gran been Penny?"

"Since I got peed off with Wayne calling me, 'yer granny'. I told him to call me Penny." I interjected sharply hoping neither Gussie or Jules had noticed Wayne's neck flushing a deep red. "Now come on, hurry up I want breakfast in peace before Johanna awakens, if that happens I can assure you all, I will be really pissed off."

Julia looked over at me. "You know Gran you would not be so worn out if only you had used contraception."

Something snapped. The little minx was in my house speaking to me like this! I don't often loose my temper but a red-mist descended. "How dare you!!!" My hand stung. I realised I had slapped my grand-daughter. The anger was greater because she was echoing her mother Saffron's words, uttered over the phone when I had told her I was pregnant again.

Gussie and Wayne were sitting stock still. The blood drained from Jules leaving her face chalk white apart from the angry mark of my hand on her left cheek. I was shocked, "I'm sorry Jules, so very sorry."

Julia looked through me. "I'm out of here -- coming Gussie." She turned and walked out stiff backed, a slim figure dressed in her customary black jeans and black T-shirt.

Gussie pushed back his chair, "You shouldn't have done that Gran."

Only Wayne remained. My breakfast tasted sour. I felt desolate. Then Wayne did the unexpected, he put an arm around me. "Dinna worry Pen, she'll get over it. She kens she was out of order saying that to you."

I kissed him. Another moment and we would have been having a comfort fuck. Right on cue I heard Johanna's thin wail. I flicked from sex siren to my mummsy mode.

Wayne watched, gorging his eyes on my breasts, while I fed Joanna. Wayne made himself scarce while I changed the baby (what is it with men and nappies?).

No sooner had I put Johanna back in her cot, than Wayne was leading me back to bed. After a week some of the newness had gone, we were familiar with one another, no shyness we knew each others bodies and each others wants. Bed meant stripping, being naked, lying warm body to warm body.

Wayne wanted to suckle on my milky breasts, but first in case Johanna awoke early and I was drained I needed to express milk. We had discovered how to make this fun. Wayne got the glass jug and a clean sterilised bottle. I knelt on all fours, Wayne placed the jug below my breast, gently he squeezed and teased my breast -- then my nipple. The glass jar tinkled as the jet of milk hit the glass. "I love doing this to you," he purred, "Yer like me own wee coo."

"Moo - watch what you say lover boy -- I am no man's cow!"

"Sorry Penny but you ken what I mean."

"Yes what you mean is you are fixated on milky tits." As we talked Wayne did not stop, I could feel the milk flowing as my breast felt lighter. "Change tits hon or I'll be feeling lop-sided."

The milk flowed as rapidly from the left tit as it had from the right. In my groin I had a warm wet feeling. "Tell me truthfully Wayne if I wasn't lactating would you still fancy me."

"Aye of course I would -- its a no brainer."

"Tell me why you would you fancy a woman three times older than you?"

"Your body and you don't act like a woman three times older than me."

"Ah the Peter Pan thing -- I know that I am immature."

"I never said you was immature. Just you don't act old."

"No I wouldn't be having sex with you if I was acting my age. Now tell me what is it about my body?"

"Your attractive."

"What you mean is you are a breast man and I particularly am well endowed in that department."

"Busted - I always have been."

"Tell me why, I am intrigued." I had always wondered what it was about breasts that men found so attractive. Ask a man and no matter how articulate he is, answering this question he always appears to be struck dumb.

"I dunno its a sort of man thing."

"Wayne the jug is full enough." As always I felt a twinge of desolation when Wayne stopped pumping my breasts. It is that horrible responsible mumsie bit before we can resume sex. Wayne was helpful, more helpful than many men. He decanted my milk into a bottle and placed the bottle into the cooler -- he drank straight from the jug swallowing the mouthful of surplus. While he was bottling the milk I said. "Well when do you remember first becoming aware of breasts in a sexual sense."

"Ah now your talking -- I do remember that."

"Tell me."

"It's a wee bit weird you might think I'm a pervert."

"I should worry -- some people would say I'm perverted screwing my grand-children's friend, so no I won't, I don't do judgemental. Not unless it is mass murder or something, if no one was hurt. So tell me."

"I fancied my Mother I sort of became aware of her sexually when I watched her breastfeeding my little sister."

A late baby I recalled -- something else that I had in common with his mother.

Wayne's voice brought me from my thoughts. "I had never thought of my mum and sex until I saw her breasts. I mean I kenned she had been having sex to get pregnant, I'd seen her and my Granny with men, but I'd never thought of her sexually. It was like something got unlocked. Then I saw Granny was the really sexy one. Slim, nice tight rounded bum and her tits jutt-out like Madonna's do!"

I choked back the desire to tell him her jutting out breasts were a tribute to her brazierre makers skill. Or that to my mind her Granny looked half starved.

"So have you been back to your Grand-Mother?"

"No I've only thought about it. Mind you its difficult, both of them wear those really tight lycra leggings they show off every bit of them. See them both going out you can see everything and I mean everything."

"So that got you into older women?" I mused, "Do you think about fucking your mother or granny when you are screwing me?"

"No!" He replied sharply.

"Calm down Tiger I was only asking."

"You made me sound like a pervert."

"I wish you'd stop chucking that word around. If anyone round here would be called a pervert, it would be me. I am the older woman with a toy-boy who is a contemporary of her grand-children."

"Well no. When I am with you, I am with you. I have to admit yes I'd love to fuck my mam but that is never going to happen."

"What about your grandmother?"

"I'd fuck the ass off her, but ditto -- chance would be a fine thing. Would you screw Gussie?"

I was stunned by his question, it raised issues I had never confronted. I had been involved in academic and theoretical debates about sex. One of those debates had been on whether laws against incest between adults were justified, a couple, a brother and sister down south in England had been prosecuted. If I recall correctly the consensus opinion had been, if contraception was used there was no problem. "Wow that came out of the left field." I said, "Since when was Gussie being considered sexually."

"It is the same question as you asked me. I answered you."

"OK I'll answer you. I haven't given having sex with Gussie any thought. However three months ago I was part of a women's writers and artists symposium that considered the question. We thought it was OK between consenting adults provided they used efficient contraception."

Wayne returned to bed and lay on his back, as I said the first flush of sex being an adventurous journey into the unknown had passed, I knew what Wayne wanted. Following the routine we have developed during the past week, I straddled him, kneeling on all fours. One of my erect nipples brushing his lips.

Wayne latched onto my nipple. As the milk flowed from me, I felt an electric ripple of excitement flowing through my body, from breast to clitoris and all points between. The tension building, Wayne knew instinctively to reach down. I sighed a purring sigh of contentment as his hand began palming my pubic bone and the Mound of Venus.

I felt so good in this position, my breasts didn't succumb to gravity and sag or fall to one side, instead they appeared to jut from my body like the boobs of a perky teenager. Of course I still knew that in reality it was gravity pulling them into shape, but just for a short while I could pretend my body was perfect and firm. While Wayne busily slurped.

All the while as he suckled Wayne' massaged around my pubis. His other hand wandered exploring my body from belly-button to my vagina. Teasing my pussy lips. Darts of pain when he pinched and tugged. Wet waves of excitement when I thought he was about to finger fuck me. I shuffled slightly opening my legs in anticipation -- he left me hanging -- excitement building -- body open -- his hand moved away. Still he slurped until I was empty. My breasts were lighter.

Wayne slid down the bed his tongue tracing warm damp trails down my body. His tongue around my navel -- I squirmed as he tickled. He was still moving south across my rounded belly. Tracing a trail around my mound. Did he say "Kneel up", or did I just know what it was he wanted me to do without his prompting. Either way I knelt up, grasping the bed-head raising my body. Aware I was in a position of prayer.

Electric shocks shot through my body as Wayne's tongue gently toyed with my clitoris. Now Wayne was sucking my labia into his mouth, gently raking them with his teeth. Eventually Wayne did what I had been silently begging him to do. His mobile tongue thrust into my vagina. His hands slid up my body to toy with my empty breasts. I could feel the heat and wetness building in my belly almost somewhere within my womb. The build up was long. The build up was intense. Wayne withdrew his tongue.

I was empty. As if I was hanging between Heaven and Hell. "Please Wayne Please."

I could feel his breath warm and dry on my pussy. "Please Wayne", I whimpered like a beaten pussy -- was he playing with me or cruelly tormenting me?

His tongue thrust into my anus. It was many years, decades in fact, since anyone had penetrated my anus. The level of excitement was ratcheting up. I knew I was on the verge of coming. "YES DON'T STOP", I screamed.

I felt sick as his tongue withdrew from my anus. Then elation as he thrust deeply back into my vagina. I came. An eruption cum flowed from my vagina into his mouth. Wayne slurped up my juices.

Barely had I finished coming than Wayne grasped my hips, guided me backwards down along his body. I was so open, self-lubricated and relaxed that his cock simply slid into me. No drama and no desperate wriggling -- we simply fitted together.`

I am moving, beneath me Wayne bucks meeting my movement and thrusting into me. Really I prefer being under him. The sense of total domination by him over me, really turns me on -- being on top detracts -- I feel as though I am screwing him. In a minute I will get him to turn -- that is fun in itself, turning over without his cock falling out of me.

I was about to orgasm when everything changed. "Come on Wayne lover boy make me cum ... push into me ... pinch my nipples ... Oh god what...." Wayne shut off the flow of my protest, pulling my head close to him sealing our lips in a long kiss.

Suddenly hands were parting my buttocks. I felt a lubricant of some type -- cool -- sticky in the crack of my arse, my anus being massaged. It must be Gussie I thought, recalling the earlier conversation. I'll give both of them hell later, a surprise like this is not on.

Oh god he's in me. Pain a white flash like lightening in my head. One thrust and I am filled, my bowel stretched. He's going too fast. Wayne's kiss gagged me. Oh my god! How long is his cock it seems to have gone in miles -- well at least twelve inches. I can feel Gussie's warm body on my back.

No sooner have I grown accustomed to the veritable monster plugging my back-door than he begins to move long slow strokes. At the end of each stroke the complete shaft seems to come out leaving only his cock-head inside me. Suddenly the tempo changes I am getting fucked harder than I have ever been. Wayne does not let me go. Gussie is panting with exertion or ecstasy. He appears to cum with an indistinct exclamation.

Wayne breaks the kiss. A hand laced through my hair lifts my head. Wayne thrusts his cock toward my mouth. "No! Who ..."

"It's me Granny dear," I hear Jules say delight in her voice. "Riding you with my strap-on."

"Jules you!?" I know it is too late for any other conversation. "Jules please just be gentle -- it is nearly thirty years since anyone buggered me."

"A near virgin! How exciting. I love having virgins don't I Gussie?" Jules sounded delighted. To emphasise the point she pulled her strap-on almost out of my anus, then rammed it back into me. "Gussie will tell you Gran I look after my pet's arses. Now Gran relax and enjoy, we are going to have a threesome whether you like it or not. Wayne's at the front door, I'm in the back door and now Gussie is going to test you gag reflex."

True enough Gussie, stark naked was in front of me his erect cock nudging at my lips. What would happen if I did not open my mouth. I clenched my jaw.

"Gran please open wide," Gussie said.

"Granny dear do let Gussie have your mouth."

Still I kept my lips sealed and jaw clamped.

"Open her -- do what I showed you Gussie." Juliana said in an authoritarian voice. Gussie had hold of both sides of my face, his fingers pressed where the upper and lower jaw hinge. My mouth shot open Gussie's cock slid over my tongue.

"Now I'm in." Gussie announced.

"Good it always works now face fuck her." Juliana said yo Gussie.

I felt like a piece of meat, no more a human being than an inflatable sex doll. It must stimulate Jules, because once again the strap-on was hammering my bowels. Meanwhile Gussie was succeeding in his attempt to force his cock-head down my throat. I can only breath by timing my breaths in synchronisation with Gussies's movements. I should be objecting but my body treacherously responds to the pain and the pleasure as my anus was hammered by my diabolical grand-daughter. By comparison Wayne seemed almost inactive although his cock is still filling me.

"Oh!" my muffled exclamation as once again I came.

"Fuck Gran you nearly bit me." Gussie exclaims as he pulls his cock out of my mouth. Spurting thick creamy cum on my face. Some gets in my eyes making them sting.

"You're a fucking wimp!" Jules said to Gussie. "get back in her mouth, I wanted you to save the cum facial for later."

"Gran nearly bit my cock off."

"If she did you'd still have an arsehole for me to fuck."

Jules' language really shocked me. It was not the words in themselves, language I have used many times, what did get to me was the sentiments she expressed. I had never imagined Jules as a dominatrix, but that was undoubtedly what she was. I dare not join in this conversation for fear I would bite him so my thoughts were left unspoken.

I knew I ought to be outraged at this abuse of my body. Jules's casual attitude toward sex, almost as if everyone has been created for her to take her pleasure, apparently I was no more than her fuck-doll. These rational arguments were banished by the electricity ripping through my body. Hitting nerve endings transforming into multicoloured flower bursts in my head. Any protest was muted before it reached my lips as a series of earth shattering orgasms -- one orgasm following upon the previous orgasm in successive warm wet waves -- each successive orgasm of greater intensity ripped through my body.

My jaw must have relaxed. Gussie's belly pressed against my nose. Instinctively I had learned to breath in time with his movement. Snatch a breath when he drew back unplugging my throat. Breath-in quickly, then hold my breath and swallow as he thrust into me. Swallow as he shot his hot cum into my throat. Despite my effort to reinvigorate him, Gussie's cock grew limp and shrivelled.

"I am fucking drained." Gussie exclaimed pulling away from me. This seemed to trigger a chain reaction, Wayne's cock softened and fell out. Wayne then wriggled his way from under me, I nearly fell forward onto the floor, but Jules appeared to have anticipated this -- she held my hips and supported me with a vice-like grip. "Come on Gran get yourself up on all fours."

"Please Jules I cannot take much more."

Jules sounded triumphant. "Oh yes! Now it's only you and me, and you are, Granny Slut." Although it hurt and I felt as though my body had been penetrated by a Jack-Hammer, I was once again fast approaching yet another orgasm. Juliana changed the tempo and motion as she neared her own orgasm, fast short strokes. Her breath rasping beside my ear. "Oh Granny this is the kinkiest sex that I have ever had. I mean buggering Gussie is alright, but like all men he only cums two or three times and that is it." I was about to agree with her when she added. "We women can keep going all night all day too if we want."

"Jules dear I cannot take much more myself -- I am getting really quite sore."

"Well Granny dearest I guess we'll have to do something else then." I felt oddly empty when without warning Juliana pulled her dildo out of my tortured ass-hole. She pushed away from me. "On your back Granny." She ordered me -- without thinking I complied.

Jules straddled my face. I watched as with deliberate movements she removed the strap on, first the harness then the six inches which was embedded in her vagina. She lowered her pussy toward my face, I knew what would follow before she spoke. "Now Granny slut you are going to lick my dripping pussy."

Without question I complied, doing to her what I would want done to me. Gently sucking her clitoris into my mouth increasing the suction then releasing her swollen nub. Treating each of her labia in a similar manner. Now I could feel and hear Juliana loosing control. Her excitement rising -- I plunged my tongue into her vagina. "Oh yes Granny slut that is so good ... don't stop!" I could not stop her weight had me pinned down between her pussy grinding into my mouth and the mattress beneath my head. My grand-daughter was riding my face, and I was enjoying every moment.

With a loud screech, which I can only describe as sounding like a vixen calling for a mate Jules came. "Oh Granny I think you are great!" She exclaimed enthusiastically -- the Miss Pain masque slipping. Then the shutter came down. "I want you for my very personal slave. Gussie you're demoted. Now granny slut, I have to do something about your ass-hole"