****** Milk Maid by Ramola ******
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Milk Maid


Hi! I am Ramola from Delhi City in India. Recently I gave birth to my father's
love child, a baby boy. I am writing this story to share my experience with
your browsers. I do not mean to encourage incest but the purpose is to share my
experience with some of the others who are involved in similar situations.

Let me start at the beginning. I am the only child of my parents and they love
me a lot. They are made for each other, well almost. During my early years it
was an ideal family and my mother never wanted any more children. As I was
growing up I noticed there was some slight friction between my parents and by
the time I was 14 I could understand the friction was due to my industrialist
father's extra marital affairs. Though he loves my mother very much he has a
very high libido and hence he used to have affairs at the office.

At that same time, I was also growing and the girls in our school were talking
about sex. When I was 15 I knew almost everything about sex. Many boys were
interested in me but somehow there weren't any with whom I would have wanted to
become close.

One night when I was 15 I overheard a complete fight between my parents. My
father wanted my mother to give him head, which my mother was not interested. I
also overheard that my mother was never interested in oral sex. After the fight
my mother rushed to the guestroom.

I went to her and we had a hearty talk. She refused to oblige my father. When I
pointed out that now-a-days oral sex is not viewed as an abnormality, she
retorted that I cannot and need not teach her what to do. I told her then in
that case she is responsible for my father's extra marital affairs. She blew up
and said even when she was young and satisfying him several times a night in
the bed he used to have affairs outside.

My father was 40 and my mother was 38 at that time. "You are still young, mom.
Dad only wants variety in his sex life. I believe, if I were to be in your
position I would do anything for a man who loves so much. In love there is
nothing dirty," I told her.

"So what are you trying to tell me? That you are interested in your dad
sexually?" my mother angrily inquired.

That was something that until that moment I had never given thought to it, yet
the moment I heard it I was excited.

"Mom even if I was interested would you allow me to share dad with you?" I
asked her mischievously.

My mother took a gentle look at me and said, "You know, I forced him to fire
his secretary and now he is going out of control; he is threatening to go to
prostitutes for his gratification. Ours is a love marriage and I tolerated
every whim and fancy of his, but somehow I could not bring myself to do the
oral sex. I feel it is dirty and I cannot perform it. He tried to put his
phallus into my mouth a few times before, but he was never so insistent as he
was tonight. As he's getting older he's becoming unmanageable and I'm really
afraid of his going to prostitutes. God knows what kind of miseries he will get
and pass on to me. But still I love him so much. You asked me if I would share
him with you? Well my dear I really do not mind, but I doubt very much whether
your dad would have a go at you because he loves you too much."

I was moved by this and embraced my mother and told her, "Mom we three love
each other so much that we cannot silently watch him ruin himself. If I
understand dad well, if he said he is going to prostitutes he means it and so
I'll try to talk to him."

"Well best of luck," my mother said, as I started to my parent's bedroom, and I
knew she meant it.

I went to my parent's bedroom and without knocking I entered it. My dad was
still naked in the bed with a huge erection. I have seen cocks in porno books
and a couple of blue films that I watched along with my friends, but looking at
a cock live was entirely different. My dad must have been expecting my mother
to come back; hence he coolly turned towards the door. However, he was
surprised to find me there. He hastily put on his bathrobe. He was concerned to
find me there at that time.

"Is everything all right dear, any problem my love," he inquired with real
concern in his voice. I was watching his phallus loosing its erection under the
bathrobe.

"Dad... I overheard all your fight," I said straightway and I could see the
hurt in my dad's eyes. I told him that I could understand his frustration but
he also should respect my mother's feelings.

He said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you love, and I'll be careful from now on."
I was sure he would be, but I was also aware of his determination to go outside
to get what he was missing at home. If I knew my father well he would never
hurt my mother and he would never demand oral sex from her but I was also sure
that he was going to get what he wanted either through an extra marital affair
or even from prostitutes.

I thought it was time for me to act. After seeing his beautiful erection I felt
like kissing it. I went to my dad and embraced him slowly. I told him to lie on
the bed so that I could give him a massage for a good night's sleep. He lay
down on the bed and relaxed. I could see that his phallus lost all the erection
and was flaccid now. I slowly started massaging his chest and shoulders. In
doing so I sat by his side and my hips were touching his sides; there was no
visible reaction for this intimate touch though it was the first time I was
intimately touching his body. I could feel him relaxing. I inserted my hands
inside his bathrobe and started giving him a skin massage. He did not object. I
was becoming bold moving my hands down to his sides, trying to reach his back.
In doing so I was leaning on him so he could clearly see my breasts encased in
a nighty. But alas, he was closing his eyes and hence all my show was wasted.

I gently moved down and started massaging his thighs and a few times I touched
his phallus. I could not believe it but it sprang like an arrow within a few
seconds. The foreskin, which was coming back to normal, was drawn back again
exposing the pink head with its creek. My father, in the meantime, opened his
eyes and was captivated by my cleavage. In the meantime I caught hold of him at
the base with my right hand and lowered my mouth onto the head of his phallus.
He was making peculiar sounds of surprise, pleasure and anger simultaneously.
He tried to rise from the bed, but he could not as I was lying on his legs and
my left hand was holding his chest.

I could hear his voice as if from a distance telling me it is wrong.

"No dear please don't."

"Oh! No."

"Noooooooooo pleaseeeeeee."

"Let us talk."

I did not stop. I proceeded further and swallowed him till it hit my throat; I
tightened my lips over the shaft and could feel all the bulged veins. I started
moving my head up and down with my tongue working the exposed knob and teasing
it. My long hairs were all over my father's stomach and thighs. With every head
movement they must have been tickling him. At this stage I could not hear any
more protests from my father. The only sounds he was making were grunts of
pleasure.

I left my hand around the base of his phallus and gently slipped my hand down
to touch his balls. He has quite big balls, like a bull. I slipped my hand
under them and lifted them as if I was weighing them. There were short pubic
hairs all over his underbelly and also on the balls. I continued playing with
my father's phallus in my mouth. It was then that I felt his hands on my head
holding me by my hair and he started responding with upwards thrusts of his
waist. Sometimes his tip was hitting my throat suffocating me.

Time flew between us. I was using all of the techniques I saw in the blue films
and at last he shot his load of sperm into my mouth. I could not handle the
entire load, some of it spilled between my lips and the shaft of my father's
phallus, and his underbelly got drenched. I drank most his seed and licked the
rest. It was salty creamy and I liked the taste of it.

When I got up my father's phallus was still semi erect and I turned to face
him, he was staring at the ceiling.

"Why did you do this my love?'" he questioned calmly.

"Just for the love dad, I wanted to demonstrate how much I love you," I said.

"I am surprised I actually enjoyed every second of it. I am sorry but I should
have stopped you," my father said.

"There's no need to feel sorry dad. There was no force, only love between us,
and whatever is done out of love can never be wrong. But please promise me that
you will never quarrel with mom and you will not even think of going to
prostitutes for gratification. I am ready to fulfill all your desires. Believe
me, I mean it. I can do anything for you my dear dad. I love you so much" I
told him.

"Well darling I love you too."

My father got up and came near me. My eyes went to his phallus and balls, which
were dangling as he walked towards me. The length of his phallus was still the
same. When he came near me I extended my hand and caught his flesh. It started
growing. I was guiding him by his phallus to the guest room where mom was
staying and when they met my father said, "Sorry my dear for my behavior. I
promise you I will never bother you."

Mom embraced him and kissed him on the mouth. I slowly went off from the room
and retired to my own bed. Was I jealous? Maybe, but I had the best sleep that
night. I was so exhausted by the turn of the events that I didn't even
masturbate that night before sleep, as was my daily routine.

The next day morning I felt somebody kissing me. When I opened my eyes I found
my mother was kissing my cheek and my father was in his dressing robe, standing
by her side.

"Good morning my dear, we did not even thank you last night, so I am going to
compensate. Your father does not agree to a full-scale sexual relationship with
you but I made him agree to an oral relationship. I am sure he will show his
gratefulness in a novel way."

So saying, my mother pulled my blanket.

My nighty was pulled up to my thighs; the top buttons were still open, clearly
showing my breasts and thighs. I was not wearing anything else underneath. My
father smiled at me and knelt by my bedside and pushed my nighty a little up to
expose my cunt.

He looked at my cunt and said, "What a lovely cunt and what beautiful pubic
hair." My cunt was covered with copper colored growth, which I never shaved at
that time. He slowly widened my legs and put his mouth over my cunt. He parted
my vulval lips with his lips and pushed his tongue inside.

It was a new sensation. His mustache was tickling my pubic area and his tongue
was making in and out movements. That was the first time anything other than my
fingers went into my cunt. The sensation was much more delightful than my
masturbation. Slowly he found my clit and the tip of his tongue started teasing
it. First it was a touch and go, and then the teasing increased. My eyelids
were drooping and I started fondling my breasts. I was in heaven. Slowly I
found my father's hands going under my buttocks and fondling them. It was too
much for me to resist, I was raising my seat above the bed and my father's head
was pressing it down. Finally I went beyond all sensation and discharged my
copious discharges, which he licked hungrily. At last I lay exhausted on the
bed and observed my dad raise his head with all my juices on his lovely lips.

When he finally got up I saw a huge erection. It was my turn now. I pulled him
near my head and took his phallus into my hands. My mother said, "OK you two,
get ready fast, I will prepare breakfast," and started walking out. Up until
then we had forgotten about her.

My dad and I observed my mom's back; she was swinging her buttocks. My dad
smiled at me, and it was a great understanding between us. My mom was jealous
and trying to attract my father's attention. She never used to swing her
buttocks like that before. I kissed my dad's phallus and started teasing it
with my lips. It was fully erect and the red knob was swollen with his opening
prominently seen.

It was not very convenient to take him standing by my bedside. So he climbed
onto the bed and put his legs at my sides, straddling me, and his phallus was
conveniently in front of me. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him near
me, taking most of it in my mouth until it hit my throat. Then I started
sucking it. My hands were playing with his buttocks. I started using my tongue
on his pee hole while he was making to and fro movements into my mouth. I was
keeping my lips tight to give enough friction; I moved my hand down to catch
his balls and fondled them. He took a long time to come and this time it was
over flowing from the sides of my mouth and on to my pillow. It was difficult
to swallow his semen with his phallus still in my mouth. But I was learning
fast and sucked him dry. Slowly he pulled it from my mouth and got down from
the bed.

At the breakfast table my mom fed us a large breakfast. After that, I hopped in
my dad's car and he dropped me off at my college.

Things started changing from that day. I was admitted in to the adult world. My
dad began to purchase all kinds of lingerie for me and my standard housedress
was a brief bikini or mostly transparent lingerie. One day he picked me up from
the college and we went to Karolbagh where he took me to a lingerie shop. The
salesgirl mistook us for husband and wife and this thrilled dad. We had a good
time in selecting some lingerie for mom and me. That night we gave a strip
tease for dad and he went wild in the bed. To the outside world we are a happy
family of father, mother, and daughter. When we were alone with no servants we
are like a husband and two wives.

Of course my dad never fucked me proper in those first five years. Yet I had
access to my parent's bedroom, to their erotic collection. My dad has a large
collection of erotic magazines, videos, CDs, sexual toys etc.

My mom and me overcame our respective jealousies and adjusted to the same man.
Sometimes I sleep with my parents and see them making love. Then my father will
give me head and I will nurture him to another erection so that he will go back
to mom. Sometimes they make tender love and sometimes in a very violent way. My
mom's head will be banging on the bedpost.

Sometimes we see an erotic video or CD. Usually we will be nude or semi-nude
with my father in the center and myself and mom on each side. He will be
pressing each of our breasts simultaneously and we will be rubbing our cunts on
his thighs.

The dinners and breakfasts are eaten in each other's laps. Sometimes my dad
will pour ketchup on my mom's nipples and suck them or apply jelly on my
breasts and lick them.

One day we went to a restaurant for dinner and both my mom and me were wearing
low cut blouses, which exposed most of our cleavage. I was in a mini skirt and
sitting in front of my dad and mom was by his side. I felt his leg on my thigh
and he was teasing me during the dinner. I had a naughty idea and told dad that
I would have my desert at home and asked for a family pack of ice cream. My dad
also smiled mischievously and ordered a family pack of ice cream and some kala
jamun, an Indian sweet, which is long and round like a phallus.

When we came out dad asked mom to drive and took me to the back seat. As the
car started off he removed my panties and I was already wet with expectation.
He opened my cunt with his thumb and index finger and inserted the kala jamun
into my slit and started eating it from my cunt. It was really wonderful,
especially with mom driving and knowing what was happening in the back seat. By
the time we reached home he ate two kala jamuns from my cunt and I must have
cum many times.

As soon as we entered the house we straight went to the bedroom and by the time
mom came to the bedroom I had already stripped dad and was unloading the ice
cream around his phallus, which was hot and throbbing. I put a cherry on the
top and started eating it. I ate all the ice cream and licked his well-shaved
pubic area clean. He was so hot without any other activity he mounted mom for a
long wild fuck. But our relationship was confined to oral sex only. I requested
my father to go all the way but he was not willing.

We fairly settled in to a routine and nice understanding. The cardinal
principle was that we behave well in front of others and servants. At college I
was not involved with any of the boys. Somehow I could not like any of them.
They nicknamed me as ice maiden. When I told my dad about my nickname he
commented that I was the hottest ice maiden he ever knew and we all had a
hearty laugh. I completed my graduation and joined dad's business, assisting
him. One day on impulse I wrote a letter to the advisory column in one of
India's most famous women's magazines. The following is the letter and the
reply published.

I am 20-year-old girl. My father has a very strong libido, which my mother
cannot satisfy. Also, he loves oral sex and so do I but my mother hates it. For
the past five years my father and I have been indulging in oral sex. My mother
does not mind, as she is just grateful that he is not going to whores to
satisfy himself. We always read about the dark side of incest, but in my case
all I have to say is that it has been most pleasurable for me. My main regret
is that my father has so far avoided penetration at all cost. I do not wish to
regret afterwards for having missed the real thing. But my father will not
listen. How can I convince him? Please don't give me a lecture on morals. R.S.,
Delhi

"Without a moral lecture, how can I answer you? I find it impossible to accept
a situation such as yours. Time will teach many lessons. As for your parents,
I'm sure they know only too well what they are doing, so they will be perfectly
capable of handling the subtle corrosions of personality, and the fine madness
you will surely find yourselves in. Have fun."

I had been eager for the letter to be published but was not happy with that
kind of answer. I was a little upset and after some deliberations I showed the
magazine to dad. He was upset that I revealed my identification but did not say
anything more than that.

That night he spoke to my mother and showed her the magazine. She took it
lightly and suggested that if I was so determined then I should have him. Dad
was silent. Then mother suggested that if producing children was his objection,
then I could go on a pill and fulfill my desire. I could not believe my luck. I
said I would do anything for that. I was in safe period and hence the same
night I lost my virginity.

My dad was already nude between us and our conversation had an electrifying
effect on him and his cock was already erect. Still he could not take the
initiative so I kissed his cock and skinned him. I was nude and already oozing
with expectations. I took his cock and kissed him again. Mom suggested that I
could mount him. I sat on his thighs and held my dad's cock in one hand and
tried to put it on my cunt lips but it was difficult to part my cunt lips with
one hand.

Mom helped me in parting my cunt lips and placed the head of dad's cock at the
entrance. I slowly lowered myself and it was a delightful entry for the first
time. It was very tight. When it was halfway through it was a little painful
but I expected that and gave a blind push and fell on my dad.

I could feel the blood flow and kept quiet for a while. I felt my dad stroking
me on my back and kissing passionately. His cock was deep inside me and he was
trying to move from down below. I raised up on my hands and slowly lifted my
seat and came down again. It was a nice feeling and I got used to it. Then I
repeated the movements and within no time I was fucking him furiously. His
hands were on my breasts and teasing my nipples. I could not stand it for more
than a few minutes and rested on my dad again. Dad turned me around and then he
was on top of me. Slowly he started fucking me, while at the same time teasing
my breasts with his mouth. I was in heaven as he fucked me for about twenty
minutes before he ejaculated into me. I could feel the jets of his warm sperm
flowing into me and overflowing from my tight cunt.

It took us a long time to disengage and go to the bathroom for a wash. Dad's
cock was still semi erect with streaks of my blood. My cunt was smartening and
I was feeling weak in the legs. It was overflowing with blood and sperm the
overflow was on my thighs. After cleaning, I found it a little difficult to
walk and dad carried me to the bedroom. His erect cock was touching my
buttocks. In the bedroom mom was changing the sheets. We saw there was a large
red patch on the bed also. Dad smiled at me and I blushed. He put me down and
assisted mom in changing the sheets. I went to mom and thanked her for helping
to make my dream come true. Dad told her that he was going to thank her in a
different way for being a nice wife and winked at me.

That night my parents made love once more and we all went to sleep. I slept
like a small child that night. The next morning dad had left for the factory
without me, and mom, after serving me breakfast, gave me my pill. That was the
beginning, and the next three years I was on pill. By then I was fed up of that
damn thing. All novel things come to an end and new fancies catch up with us.

I thought, why not I have a baby? My mothering instinct was very strong but I
knew my parents would not accept my becoming pregnant with my dad's child but I
did not want anyone else's child. In fact, I never had sex with anyone else.

I thought I was going to give birth to my dad's love child come what may. To
hell with society and the risks involved. I was going to take all the risks and
also risk my parent's anger. I stopped taking pills for some time. My periods
were over and I was fertile. I teased my dad a lot and made him to fuck me more
than mom. I was also soaking all his sperm and not going to wash etc. telling
that I am feeling sleepy. It happened during the same month. Next month mom was
worried about my period, I could sense that if I told them that they would
insist on an abortion so I pretended that I was having my periods and kept my
pregnancy a secret for four months. Then there was a small bulge and I finally
revealed about the pregnancy to my dad while we were away from home on a
business trip, staying in a hotel as wife and husband. He was stunned and did
not react. Finally in the evening he gave us a candlelight dinner and tried his
best charms on me to persuade me to go for an abortion. I smiled at him and
told him that I wanted to present him with a baby boy which he never had and I
tried my charm on him to persuade him to allow me retain the child. He gave up
but was worried about society and the defects in the future child.

That night we made tender love and talked about our future child. Dad was also
warming up to the idea of having one more child. When we went back home dad
made the announcement to mom and she took it calmly saying that I always wanted
to be the wife of my dad and I was having my way. We three discussed it and
then decided that before my bulge was visible we must change the house
temporarily till my delivery. It was decided to announce that my mom was
pregnant and because of the late age she has to be given medical attention and
hence we are moving out. Dad selected a farmhouse in another suburb of the city
and we all shifted in a month. I had another kinky idea and asked my mom why I
couldn't marry my dad. She was amused and said how it was now possible. I said
we would register our marriage in a different town and that I would love to
call dad as my husband. But alas my parents did not agree to this idea and I
had to drop it. But they allowed me to call dad as hubby darling when nobody
else was there.

I stopped going to the factory once my bulge was visible. Life was moving at
it's own pace. It was from 6th month onwards that a lot of changes started. My
breasts were bulging and becoming bigger by the day. By the 8th month my tummy
was very big and dad stopped making love to me by the end of 7th month. My
breasts were filled with milk by the time it was the end of pregnancy and it
used to ooze out whenever I saw my dad. They were almost 40" size and it was
difficult to hunt for that size bras. I started using nursing bras and some
times made dad suck me. Apart from that, dad stopped sexual contacts with me,
and although he was a loving husband he had his limitations. Whenever I saw him
fucking my mom I was wondering whether my decision for the pregnancy was good
or not. Anyway I went through the full term and got into the hospital with mom
and delivered our love child. He is a healthy boy and a bundle of joy for all
of us. I entered my dad's name as my husband's name in the hospital. Mom did
not react.

It was my proudest movement when I presented our love child to dad at home. He
kissed the baby and then me. That was sufficient to make my milk jets ooze and
wet the front of my blouse. Dad observed it and smiled. I had to wait for three
more moths before I could join dad in his bed. It was a torture to resist. I
was feeding my child and dad with my breast milk and mom and dad used to call
me milkmaid as I always had lots of milk and it used to ooze out regularly. Dad
used to help me out in relieving me with the pressure in the boobs by sucking
them regularly. When he was at it, I used to ooze down below and crave for the
day when I would join him in the bed.

The day arrived exactly after 105 days of my giving birth to our love child and
what a day it was. My mom celebrated it as my nuptials (suhag raat) as I could
not have a formal one earlier. I will write about it in my second part for now
it is bye bye.

Any comments are welcome on ramola8@usa.net.

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