Daddy's Milk

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I brought some spoiled milk to my first economics class. I heard we’d be learning about gross domestic products, and I thought bringing an example would give me extra credit. You deserve the hottest erotica and you're getting the hottest erotica when you get "Give Daddy Milk". The milk was playing hide and seek, but I found it hiding in the fridge, it couldn’t handle the suspense. It's always after the fact when I realize I should be wearing a soft muzzle. The lawyer's enthusiasm was a sure giveaway that I'd said too much. I didn't know if I should crawl under the table or give him a high-five. Was I flattered or freaked out? Or a little of both? I couldn't remember if I'd slept with M.'s father in the weeks before he'd left for good. If I had, I didn't remember the details. He was shut down and hungover; I was absorbed with my baby. I lived in the world of womanhood for years, and now I was a mother. But who says that you can't live in both worlds? Some mothers I knew wore bras to bed because they didn't want to leak on the mattress -- or their husbands. That's how they divided their realms. But I wanted to be a woman who lived in both worlds; I wanted to be the kind of woman who didn't care if she spurted.

How did the parents feel when their naughty kid replaced their milk with lemon juice? They were very sour about it. Our baby falls asleep, and I take her to her room. Then, Daddy and I play with each other on the couch. I mean, I know it’s a bit beyond ‘playing’, but I like to think of things this way. Really, we shouldn’t ever be doing any of this sort of stuff together, especially the making babies part… I know that. But nobody will ever know. I’m going to give birth during summer break, so plenty of my friends didn’t even realise I was pregnant a third time. Here are some of our favorite dad jokes about milk that are also awesome milk jokes for adults and kids to be told! Summer break is always fun. I sit on the couch in the living room, breastfeeding Daddy’s eldest daughter. Well, his eldest daughter other than me. ‘Hey, slow down there… don’t drink too much.’ Daddy pulled my face towards His, and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft, fatherly kiss. It was hungry, lustful, and primal. He forced my mouth open to receive His tongue. I wanted to fight Him, but my body responded to His touch. The moment His tongue touched mine, I melted in His arms. Daddy took His hand away from under my chin, and wrapped it around my waist. He held me steady as His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, slowly twisting and dancing with my tongue. This was wrong, and I knew it in my mind. My Daddy had raped me, and stole my virginity, and He was going to defile me again tonight! But for whatever reason, all common sense left me as His tongue ravaged my mouth. I stood there as limp as a raggedy doll, only being held up by His good arm.Did you hear what happened to the farm that had a mad cow disease outbreak? It resulted in udder chaos! Featuring erotic juicy scenes, this book is guaranteed to keep you glued to your device like nothing else!

Afterwards, we cuddle on the couch. I sit on his lap, my body heavy. Daddy touches my tummy, rubbing my round, pregnant stomach. He also plays with my tits a bit, and strokes my hair, occasionally telling me how cute I am. It’s happened again. I don’t know if it was a good or a bad thing…and at this point, I don’t care anymore. It’s starting to feel good for me. I can’t just summarize what He did…I have to give every gory detail about the occurrence. Call it venting. Call it therapy. I just need to let someone know so that it doesn’t devour my soul. Although my innocence has been taken from me, a part of me feels like I deserve it. But let me stop rambling on, and begin my story. But the truth was, if any possible romantic date of mine was squeamish about the fact that I was breastfeeding, I did need to know this up front. I mean, if I hadn't said anything, and then all of a sudden he looked down and noticed the wet spots on my blouse, that would have been interesting. Why did the police arrest the milk after it was poured into a bowl of Fruit Loops? They witnessed him drown them. They knew he must be a cereal killer! This was a time when I believed that love would overcome anything. Well, it certainly overcame me. The very first thing I did, even before crying, was to sit down on the living room rug and nurse my daughter, M. Nursing was my landing pad. It was the place where my milk could turn my anger into white, warm calmness. Nursing had the same soothing effect on my baby, no matter how hungry, agitated, red-faced and cranky she was at the start. Nothing beat nursing.Advisory: This story contains adult themes 18+. It is intended for mature readers who love their erotica to be hot, steamy and rough! All characters are over eighteen, and no characters are related by blood.

My friend said she didn’t understand my milk puns. I told her it’s all white, it’s a bit inside joke. What’s a chocolate milk’s favorite type of music? Smooth Jazz, it loves all the smooth and creamy notes. As he keeps thrusting… I tell him to pull out. I tell him to stop. I tell him that I can’t get pregnant again, and he needs to pull out! He merely ignores me and pushes me down harder, just like I wanted. I half-heartedly act like I don’t want it, sometimes, since I know Daddy likes that. If I actually want to stop, we’ve got a safe word/phrase. Why did the dad go on vacation to the dairy farm? To learn where milk comes from before he leaves for it! Did you hear what happened to the girl who twisted her ankle in the cow’s pen? She was milking her injury!

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Worried that the milk I bought this morning has come from a cloned cow. It tasted exactly the same as a bottle I bought yesterday.