Chapter 3

Julie was tested the next day. They found that she was, in fact, pregnant. Of greater concern were the mental and developmental changes she had been through. Her body, which so closely resembled her mother’s, was biologically her own age of 19 years, it only appeared to be that of a 36-year-old; it’s topology had changed, but only one of her bodily functions appeared to be impacted. Her breasts were actually a bit larger than her mother’s, and appeared to be lactating prematurely, but otherwise normally. She expressed herself at a verbal level between five and nine years of age. Her comprehension, however, was that of a twenty-year-old college student. She understood, and retained, the information she was exposed to, and was capable of reading and comprehending at a graduate student level. What went in was highly advanced, but what came out was appropriate for Sesame Street. Analyzing the physical structures of her brain showed no damage whatsoever. She was a perfectly normal bright 19-year-old; her changes were not harmful to her, just puzzling.

After being discharged from the medical unit, Bethany drove them to their new home in DeGraves’ manor house. Most of their belongings had already been unpacked in three of the upstairs rooms off of a long corridor. There was a larger room which contained what can only be described as a huge, low bed suitable for the three of them, plus room for four or five others, as well as cushioned geometrical shapes that would allow for any number of activities.

They went downstairs for dinner and to meet many of the house staff: the cook, several gardeners, the chauffeur, several maids, and an errand boy. All appeared to be very fit and about twenty years old, though Beverly had come to understand that appearances could be deceiving when it came to people in DeGraves’ service.

After dinner, Bethany took the Galwins back upstairs to “christen” the new bedroom, shimmying out of her French Maid outfit in less than two seconds, removing Jim’s pants a moment later, then ripping his shirt open, sending buttons flying. She slid up to him and wrapped her arms and a leg around him, and gave him a deep kiss, then brought him down to the bed.

Julie helped her mother disrobe a bit more slowly, taking her time to kiss, nibble, and suck each part of the body as she uncovered it. Julie stepped out of her dress, and led her mother down to the top of the bed, and then tweaked Beverly’s nipples, making her gasp and instantly get wet. Not letting go of her mother’s nipples, Julie licked her way down to her mother’s pussy and licked the lips while tweaking her nipples again. Beverly moaned, and her clitoris popped up and her dampened labia opened. Julie slid her tongue deep into her mother’s pussy, and tenderly licked it from deep within up to the clitoris, which she sucked lightly, lightly and then strongly while squeezing her mother’s nipples in the same rhythm and intensity.

Beverly moaned and grabbed Julie’s head, pulling it in and grinding her pussy against Julie’s face. She turned her face to the side, and found that Bethany and Jim were watching while stroking each other. Seeing this, Beverly groaned again, and cried “Oh, fuck, Julie! Make me come! Please!” Julie hummed, her lips on Beverly’s clit, then lifted her head and said, “No, Mommy, you wait. I don’t want you to come just yet.” She then resumed sucking her mother’s clit and humming. The hum grew louder and louder and the tweaking of nipples grew sharper and tighter as Beverly cried out, arching and bucking and begging to cum. As Beverly’s cries reached a crescendo, Julie lifted her face again and said, “Now, Mommy, cum for me now!” and went right back to sucking and humming. Beverly screamed her release and milk flew from her nipples, showering her and her daughter with liquid. As Beverly bucked, Julie leapt to her mother’s right breast, and sucked deeply at her nipple. Her mother’s climax renewed and deepened, and her cries went higher and higher until they were no longer audible to human hearing. She clutched her daughter to her breast, and a pulsing sound and lubricant flowed from her pussy as the spasms of her multiple orgasms rolled through it.

“Wow!” exclaimed Bethany as she and Jim watched, fascinated. She mounted Jim backwards and began riding him as she watched Julie and Beverly. Beverly kept bucking and twitching for a few minutes, and then relaxed abruptly, having passed out from just too much pleasure. Julie stood up and walked over to Bethany, pulled her in for a kiss, and then offered a nipple to her. Bethany licked it and then sucked it, and tasted the sweet milk from Julie’s breast flowed into her mouth. She sucked it more strongly, and as she did, she ground her pussy down on Jim’s cock, feeling it penetrate her incredibly deeply. Julie was pinching her nipples as she did, and Bethany felt like an orgasm was coming from the center of the Earth, gaining power and strength as it accelerated towards her. It hit like a wave, rolling up her body from her pussy to her nipples to her brain and then back again. She lost herself in passion, and felt Jim’s climax filling her womb, and as his erection wilted she flung herself onto Julie, diving for her pussy with an animal growl as Julie fell back on the bed. Bethany was swept with a demanding need for sex, for pleasure, to make others feel pleasure and passion and oh dear God she needed to cum! She flipped herself around so she was straddling Julie’s face and planted her pussy on Julie’s waiting mouth and tongue.

It was a night of wildest sex, a constant orgy of changing partners and configurations. And milk. Each got the most amazing pleasure from suckling at Julie and Beverly’s nipples, and it drove the two women who were almost like twins to orgasm every single time. It was all in the moment, and would be remembered by each of them later in episodes, passionate couplings and triplings and quadruplings filled with passion and sex sounds and heights of slick, sliding, sticky and slippery pleasure, the smell of arousal and orgasmic spendings, and the flavors of cum and pussy, and of salt and sweet milk.

The next morning, all four woke cuddled in a heap, sore and in desperate need of a shower. Bethany told Jim as they walked down the hall to take care of those morning needs that she’d had a lot of kinky fun through the years working for DeGraves, but that the previous evening had been a first for her. She told him that she’d never realized she had a breast milk fetish before. She shook her head then grinned at him, and said “I’m going to have to indulge that a lot more often!” and laughed.

It was about three weeks after moving into DeGraves’ house that Beverly began to think something was different about Julie’s milk. She noticed that anyone who drank it became horny, or perhaps hornier would be a better term, for several hours afterward. Jim could have an erection all day long, with frequent copious orgasms, without suffering the crippling condition known as priapism. Beverly found herself lost in a sexual hazes that easily rivalled and even surpassed their time during the contract with DeGraves. She found that her own milk production had grown enormously, seemingly without the need to ingest more fluids. All three of them should be seriously dehydrated, but were not. This could make for some seriously extended sexual marathons, and as Bethany was a frequent playmate, there had been a few testy phone calls from DeGraves searching for his tardy and extremely distracted assistant.

DeGraves finally came upstairs to investigate, and Beverly discussed her observations with him. Jim milked his sister into a glass for him, and this became a new fun game for Julie, who then demanded a collar with a cowbell on it, mooed a lot, and made Jim call her “Bossy” when she wore it and he milked her. DeGraves went downstairs and drank the milk, then spent the afternoon keeping up easily with his randy French Maid, who had gotten it direct from the source. At that point, they knew for certain that something was up.

DeGraves called Dr. Cole to come and get a sample, which thrilled Julie to no end as she had a soft and very wet spot for the handsome doctor ever since their original stay in the medical complex. When Dr. Cole left the next morning, walking a bit bowlegged, he took with him a vial of the milk. He analyzed it and found nothing unusual in its chemistry, so he sent it out for a more in-depth analysis. Again, nothing unusual was found. He reported these findings back to DeGraves while visiting Julie again. DeGraves carefully examined Julie, her breasts, and her milk, and decided that he understood what was happening. Apparently one of his “somethings” had been captured during her transformation and was charging the milk with something - DeGraves had problems speaking about such things, literally. Jim summed it up as “It turns her milk into a magical aphrodisiac,” and DeGraves did not object.

DeGraves’ cook heard about this, and came up to visit. Trish was a gorgeous tall black woman who wore a very short frilly light blue dress with a neckline that showed a grand canyon of cleavage and had a smile that melted hearts and pussies as well as charmed snakes and penises. She had come up to inquire about the magic milk, and her sampling it caused DeGraves to order out for pizza for dinner that night. The next morning, after finally locating the pieces of her short dress again, she asked Jim to milk Julie, uh, Bossy, for a bucket of it and took it down to the kitchens to experiment.

The staff of DeGraves manor were a bit distracted for the next few days, as impromptu orgies broke out after meals. Trish finally settled on cupcakes as a good controlled dosage, not too strong so as to make work impossible, but strong enough to make anyone who ate one or two manageably horny for several hours. Originally, Trish had been a biological research chemist that DeGraves had hired to develop the tea that quieted the sex drive for several days after drinking it, and she had stayed on long afterwards for the further research as well as the fun. She had discovered a number of plants with fascinating properties that she had combined into various powders, treats, teas and side dishes that she used in DeGraves’ service. She had, a decade before, discovered a passion for baking, as well as a devilish streak that would occasionally make its presence known as after-dinner surprises.

In the meantime, Beverly had spoken to Dr. Cole during a lull between orgasms as they were catching their breath, and made a suggestion for an upgrade. Dr. Cole cocked an eyebrow and agreed that it would be a useful addition, and promised to get it in the works before diving back between Julie’s legs. Julie’s delighted giggle tickled Beverly’s clit, and Beverly threw her head back with a “YES!” as Jim and Bethany caused a triple orgasm sucking strenuously at each of her nipples and being rewarded a powerful flow of milk. Jim then stepped between his mother’s legs and fucked her vigorously while fingering Bethany to an orgasm as she kissed his mother deeply. After Beverly and Jim climaxed, they switched places so that Bethany had a turn on Jim’s cock and Julie rode the doctor to yet another shattering climax. After several hours of this, everyone fell asleep, exhausted. Lord DeGraves strode into the room, looked around, shook his head as he found Bethany dead asleep with her head on Julie’s pelvis and one hand clutching Jim’s semi-erect penis and the other with it’s two middle fingers embedded in Beverly’s pussy. There were snores, and occasional moans, from the sleepers all around. He shrugged and went downstairs to inform Trish that dinner would be late, if it happened at all, and that she damn well better not be serving any of her surprises tonight.

The next morning, DeGraves had one of the milking machines that had been used on Beverly brought up and had the cups placed on Julie who had put on her collar and tinkled her bell at him before he turned it on. Julie, like her mother, had acquired a powerful nipple sensitivity, so that nipple and clitoral stimulation felt not just identical, but linked all three. After an hour of multiple orgasms, Julie finally ran dry, surrounded by her family, DeGraves and Bethany, all amazed and a bit bleary-eyed.

“Aw, shucks,” panted and pouted Julie now that the fun was over.

“Was I like that?” asked Beverly as she was being gently fucked by Jim from behind, the both of them having watched the show at fairly close range.

“Yes, but not for nearly as long at a time,” said Jim.

DeGraves said, “We can’t be having her milk affect everyone in the house like it has been - nothing is getting done, and you are all losing an alarming amount of weight. Adults require more in their diet, and you’ve been exercising off far more than you’ve been taking in.”

“And Julie needs a good diet for the baby! You’re eating for two, now dear,” said Beverly. “Cum and milk is not enough!”

Julie looked guilty, dropped her head, and placed a hand on her womb. “I’ve gotta be a good mommy,” she stated in a matter of fact tone. “I’ll be a good girl, Mommy. No more milkies.”

“Well, we will still need to milk you, dear,” said DeGraves. “We’ll just use the machine. You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, I do! I like that a lot!” Julie replied enthusiastically.

“Maybe every so often we can have an ice cream social!” said Jim.

“I’m quite certain we can arrange some events like that,” replied DeGraves drily with a smile as he pulled out of Bethany and pulled up his pants to fasten them.

Without the sexual rocket fuel that was Julie’s milk, sexual frequency dropped from unbelievably constant to just “a lot.” Julie, of course, with her milking sessions, still lived in a state of daily sexual marathons, and those, of course, had an effect on her family and any observers: family, friends, and passers-by still wound up having a great deal of sex. Something about Julie’s wild abandon during the milking sessions could make the most asexual person horny, not that there were any asexual people living in the DeGraves home. People knew when milking time was, and would often find excuses to be nearby, if not in the room, when they occurred.

With the time that had previously spent in rampant sexual marathons freed up, Jim, Julie, and Beverly spent a lot more time talking and sharing with each other, and with Bethany. Jim and Bethany became particularly close, with Jim helping Bethany in her work coordinating business matters for DeGraves and the household, and the two would take walks in the evenings together, talking. Beverly also grew closer with Bethany, enjoying talks with the older woman who looked so much younger.

The staff of DeGraves’ manor grew in number a bit - it took an extra maid to look after the Galwins, and DeGraves hired a woman to take care of his stables. He built stables and bought horses and a large amount of pasturage behind the house that was her responsibility. It was not a well-kept secret that this was one of his “arrangements,” but the young lady was accepted as just another member of the household by everyone else, and no one inquired as to why she wasn’t sleeping with anyone, or even made passes at her, though she was quite attractive.

People in varying groups came to visit DeGraves at the rate of about once every other week, saw him in his office, and left again. DeGraves would often take the time to pay them a visit in whatever their no-longer normal lives were, and check up on them. They would often return after a month or two, usually panicked or upset or outraged, and demand to see DeGraves, who would meet them and see them off looking much less agitated and much more resigned when they left. Final visits, or payoff days, would come, and people would leave looking somber, happy, regretful, or doomed and fearful. And time passed.

Four months later, Julie was entering her third trimester, and her pregnant belly was often on display even when she was clothed. Something about it was fascinating – people were pulled to touch and pat and stroke it, and rather than finding it annoying as so many women do, Julie reveled in it. She was very proud of being a mother, so proud she virtually glowed with it. Jim, too, was a proud father, and he was often seen standing behind Julie, his arms around her, one hand resting lovingly on her belly feeling for kicks and movements.

The casual observer would not notice that rubbing Julie’s belly would make her very wet, and if Jim was standing behind her she would push backwards into his crotch. Julie was very turned on by her pregnancy, and had everyone call her “Mommy” when they visited her in the sex bedroom upstairs. She gloried in her belly, and her mood swings went from non-moody to horny, her emotional outbursts were strangely limited to sexual and loving, and her cravings tended to be for cum or pussy, her tears were of joy and of love and pride. The women of the house who had given birth themselves watched and were jealous, remembering their own pregnancies quite differently. On the other hand, it was very hard to remain jealous of Julie or to hold a grudge, as she was so lovingly childlike, giving, and thoughtful at the same time.

It was around this time that Susan Collins and her mother and father arrived for a visit at the request of DeGraves. Susan and Julie had been classmates in school. Susan’s biological mother had actually died in childbirth with Susan, and her father remarried a few years later to a 20-year- old woman named Terri. Both Terri and Susan had a similar body type, tall, willowy, with long legs that were shapely from ass to the ground. Terri had raven hair while Susan’s was dark brown, and while Susan had C-cup breasts, Terri’s were a B. Susan’s father, William, was 55 and gray-haired, with a beard that was gray with streaks of black. He was very average-looking, not especially short or tall, fat or thin; William was the kind of guy you’d walk past without realizing that anyone was there. The only thing that stuck out about him at all was the very expensive camera around his neck that hung down almost at his waist on his right side.

The Collins family arrived at dinner time, and Bethany escorted them into the dining room. Julie jumped up and ran to Susan and threw her arms around her neck, drawing her in for an extended hug that involved a bit of dancing and bouncing. Susan was a bit taken aback by what appeared to be a 35-year-old woman with large breasts grabbing her and frolicking like an excited 5-year- old. Beverly, seeing this, called Julie over to sit down and behave herself, and to let their guests sit down and say hello. Julie dropped her head and mock sulked as she returned to her chair.

DeGraves said to Susan, “I’m sorry, Miss Collins, you may not have recognized your old friend Julie. She has been through some changes since you last saw each other.”

“Julie? Oh, my God, I’m sorry! I didn’t recognize you! I thought you were your mother! What happened?”

“I drank Mommy’s breast milk.” replied Julie, like it explained everything.

Jim stepped in. “We took your suggestion about seeing Lord DeGraves. It turns out we’re related, but we still had to make an arrangement with him. During the arrangement, Julie accidentally drank some of our mother’s breast milk, and because we’re family it had some unexpected side-effects. Julie and mother now look a lot alike, and Julie acts like she’s very young. Lord DeGraves helped mother out with prosthetic arms and legs, and because of how things wound up he asked us to move in with him.” He looked at DeGraves, who nodded and smiled.

“Well summarized, Jim,” said DeGraves. “Please, Mr. And Ms. Collins, Susan, have a seat! Have dinner with us! It is a pleasure to see you again!” he said with a bit of a leer. “I see your new careers are going well!” he said giving a look at the quality high stilettos the ladies wore.

“Yes, thank you, Lord DeGraves,” Terri Collins said as she sat in the chair DeGraves held out for her. “It has been quite an educational experience. We would never have believed such a ... niche market ... existed before we met you.”

Susan looked at Julie across the table and said, “Julie, I’m so sorry! I knew you were in a desperate situation, but I didn’t think ... I mean ... I was afraid that something would happen but ... um, are you really pregnant?”

“Yeah, I am! I’m going to be a good Mommy!” nodded Julie. “You want to feel my tummy? Sometimes you can feel the baby kick!”

“Um, maybe later?” said Susan.

“Okay!” agreed Julie, happily.

“So Julie said she thought you were shoe models before her change?” Beverly askd Terri.

“Ah. Yes. Well, sort of,” said Terri with a blush. She took a deep breath, and said, “Well, since Susan sent you to Lord DeGraves, I guess we should tell you our story.” She paused, collecting her thoughts and her courage.

“William had been laid off from his job, and the office I worked for got downsized out of existence about two years ago. We were living on our savings and had emptied our retirement accounts when Susan saw the ad that Lord DeGraves ran in the local newspaper. William was an amateur photographer and I had a small collection of shoes I liked, and my shoes would fit Susan, and that was what he was advertising for, so we came to see him. He offered us a large amount of money, but there were conditions we had to meet. We were a bit uncomfortable at first - I mean, we had to only wear our high heels and skimpy underwear, and we couldn’t ... um ... sexually, um ... the conditions were we could only have sex if Bill took pictures of it, and we wore our high heels. We thought we’d just go without sex during the two months of the deal, but it was like forbidden fruit - we got very horny as time went on! We didn’t think that Lord DeGraves would know if Bill and I cheated, but he did. Never, ever lie to Lord DeGraves! He had warned us, and we just pretended we hadn’t done it.”

“Things got crazy at that point. The horniness got worse and worse, and we kind of ... lost track of ourselves. The next thing we knew, we were naked and doing everything on camera. So now Susan and I are shoe fetish porn stars, which can pay surprisingly good money, but I think we’d do it even if it didn’t pay anything. We can’t stop. And Bill kind of lives through his camera.”

Terri blushed furiously, while Susan studied her meal and William examined the ceiling for cracks or blemishes in the paint or dust specks. There weren’t any, of course, as the exhibitionist maids had long ago discovered that dusting the ceilings allowed anyone below to easily see under their uniforms, and they liked that a lot. Enough, in fact, that the looker might get dripped upon if they were standing directly under them, which they considered another plus.

DeGraves nodded happily, and said, “I was able to put them in touch with someone who deals with that market, as well as several others. The mother and daughter angle was also a good selling point. Bill’s photographic skills have improved markedly, both in stills and motion! He is excellent at framing shots and capturing emotions and the physical responses in his subjects!”

Jim and Beverly nodded politely, and Julie exclaimed “You have sexy pretty shoes!” Susan and Terri both blushed and smiled in response. Their nipples also sprang to attention, and both slipped a hand below the table, and William touched his camera.

DeGraves said, “Please eat! Enjoy your dinner! Trish has outdone herself this evening, and I understand that we are having her special cupcakes for dessert!” That seemed to catch the family’s attention, and they took an interest in their food.

Beverly and Jim smiled and blushed at this news, while Julie cheered, “Yay! Cupcakes!” As they ate their dinner, Beverly and Jim took turns telling their story, with occasional emphatic additions by Julie.

The Collins family relaxed more and more with the food, wine, the realization that they were not being judged, and that they were not alone in their differences from society’s expectations.

“The worst part,” Susan said to Beverly and Jim, “is how alone we feel! People can’t understand, even the people who buy our stuff - we’re treated like freaks, and we feel like freaks. I mean, a year and a half ago we would never have thought we’d be here. We couldn’t imagine it. Society would throw us in jail, or burn us alive for what we need to do. And we feel so guilty, so ashamed! And the weird thing is that it excites me to be ashamed about it! Oh, God, I feel so bad that I told Julie about Lord DeGraves and did this to you!”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, dear,” said Beverly. “We are okay with it, we’ve come to terms with it. We have our family, and we love each other, and here, we don’t have to worry much about what other people think. Everyone here accepts us for who we are. So you don’t have to feel bad about us! Of course, it wasn’t so hard for us to leave normal society behind - it had mostly rejected us already. It’s amazing how people forget those who are crippled or ill and those who spend all their time taking care of them. We’re family, and we love and rely on each other, and we have a few friends here who know who we are and why we are the way we are. That’s enough for us. I’m just sorry it’s so hard for you!”

“This is the first time in a very long time we don’t feel like ... outsiders. I can’t tell you what a relief it is to not feel like everyone is looking down at us!” said Terri.

“Well, we know Mason has made other arrangements with people, surely we can form a support network!” said Beverly.

“This is not something I can help with,” said DeGraves firmly, “and you know why. It would be like making another, larger arrangement. It would cause ... issues ... for everyone involved if I were to assist in this.”

Bethany shot a meaningful look at Beverly, who said, “I see. Would it cause such problems if I were to help?”

“No, my dear, I don’t think so, at least not in the future.” said DeGraves.

“We’ll talk,” said Beverly to Terri, after looking at Bethany. “Maybe we can come up with something.”

Trish entered carrying a large platter of cupcakes, decoratively frosted with buttercream in different colors and flavors. “You should be careful with these,” she said with a wink.

“Terri, Susan, I would strongly suggest no more than two each!” exclaimed Beverly. “They are very tasty - Trish is a marvelous baker! - but they are very potent aphrodisiacs, so be warned! They are made with Julie’s breast milk, and we warned you about that!”

Susan took up a cupcake and looked at it, then at Julie. “Really, with your breast milk? Pumped out of your breasts?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s so wonderful! I get to be milked a coupla times a day, and it makes me cum so hard and so much! And my milkies make everyone fuck!”

“Um, I see,” said Susan, looking harder at the cupcake and sniffing it. “It smells wonderful!” She looked at her mother. “Should we?”

Terri looked at Jim, who had finished one and was starting on another, then at Beverly who was taking a bite, and then at Julie, who had chocolate icing on her face and no more cupcakes in front of her. Bethany and Trish were enjoying theirs with coffee.

“I guess so. We wouldn’t want to be rude!” she said, then she took a bite. “Oh my God! These are fabulous! This icing is incredible!”

Trish nodded, and said, “The secret is in adding a touch of espresso powder to the chocolate, and lemon curd to the lemon.”

When all the cupcakes were gone, Susan asked, “What happens now?”

“We should all adjourn upstairs. You’ll feel the effects in about ten minutes. I’m glad I fully charged my arms and legs today! You’ll get to see the infamous pump up there. It’s about time for Julie to get milked now, anyway, and that seems to make everyone hot. It’s hard to watch someone have so many orgasms without getting excited yourself.”

“You go ahead, I think Trish and I will stay downstairs this evening,” said DeGraves. A glance over to them revealed Trish already topless and playing with her nipples. “It looks like Trish got an early start on the cupcakes.” The wolfish grin from Trish was blinding as she dropped her tiny dress to the floor and advanced on DeGraves like a predator stalking her prey. DeGraves ate the last bite of his cupcake and smiled back at her in much the same fashion.

“Oh, dear, we’d really better get a move on! I can feel the cupcakes already kicking in! Julie, Jim, let’s go.” The three Galwin’s moved to the stairway with alacrity.

Bethany turned to the Collins family, saying, “If you’ll just follow us...” and guided them towards the stairway.

As they were reaching the top of the stairs and the hallway leading to the sex bedroom, they heard the pump start, and shortly after than the sound of a very excited Julie ringing her miniature cowbell and mooing excitedly. They walked into the room to see Julie on all fours, naked, with the pump’s suction cups attached over her nipples, wearing her cowbell collar and a pair of fuzzy horns on a headband. As they watched, her eyes closed and her pelvis began working back and forth, and she slipped a hand to her crotch and a finger into her apparently already wet pussy. “Oh, moo moo moooo!” she cried.

“Holy shit!” cried Susan, watching what appeared to be the pregnant clone of her best friend’s mother finger herself as milk was pumped from her very large breasts. She watched as Jim walked up behind his mother, cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he opened her dress. Beverly ground her ass into Jim’s crotch with a look of pleasure on her face, then turned around to tear off his shirt and unbuckle his belt.

“Just watch a moment,” said Bethany in their ears. “Listen to Julie, and watch as Beverly swallows her son’s cock. See how hard he is for her? Can’t you hear the need in her voice as she moans? Look, he’s going to fuck her from behind! He’s very good at that, and he can stay hard for us even when she cums. Do you know her nipples are just like clits for her? Clits that will erupt with milk if you suck on them...”

“I don’t know whether it’s the cupcakes or what’s happening, but God this is hot!” said Terri.

“I don’t actually think I care, Mother, I just want to fuck!” cried Susan, feeling a rush of lust and hedonism erupt throughout her body.

“Allow me to assist Madame,” said Bethany in a French accent, scooting up to Terri’s back and unzipping her dress. “And you, Mademoiselle,” she said as she did the same for Susan. William had his pants off already, grasping his erection in one hand while working his camera with the other. The flashes seemed to spark an immediate reaction in his wife and daughter, who began kissing and caressing each other’s breasts while Bethany slipped their thongs down their legs and over their very high shoes. Bethany then slid her hands up their thighs to caress their moistening pussies, causing coos and moans from the pair. Terri dropped down to grind her pussy on Carol’s high-heeled sandal-decked foot with a “Yes!” that was echoed by her daughter, “Fuck my foot, mother! Grind your pussy on it! Oh, God, your fingers, yes, more!” she said to Bethany

Snap, snap, snap went the camera, and the flashes seemed to bring both mother and daughter closer to orgasm, click by click. “So fast, so fast, I’ve never gotten so turned on so fast!” cried Terri grinding her sodden pussy against her daughter’s feet.

“Oh, mother, I need you,” cried Susan as she fell to the floor, her legs wide. Her mother took off her sandal and placed rubbed her foot against Susan’s dripping pussy, with it’s clitoris rising out from the top of it’s lips. Bethany, finding herself abandoned went to Julie and displaced her hand with her mouth. Jim was fucking Beverly from behind, pulsing and tweaking her nipples in rhythm with his thrusts, watching Susan and Terri fuck each other with their feet. This was a sexual act he had never even imagined. As the two were reaching orgasm, William closed in, stroking himself harder and faster, clicking the camera faster and faster, until all three reached their peak. William aimed his semen first at his daughter’s foot embedded in his wife’s pussy, then his wife’s foot. This appeared to cause the two women to reach orgasm. Jim could see the muscle spasms ripple through the two women’s bodies, but lost his focus as his own mother reached an orgasm that felt like she was trying to pull his body back into her womb penis-first. He narrowly avoided orgasm himself, and as his mother relaxed he moved behind Bethany to mount her.

Susan and Terri watched this while still rubbing each other’s crotches with the soles of their feet. “Uh, Mother, I think I’m going to need to go again in a minute,” said Susan, “I’m still horny.” “Me, too, baby,” said Terri, in a voice that betrayed her amazement. “How about you, Bill?” He nodded.

“Has she just had one long orgasm?” Susan asked her mother.

“Mmm, actually, she has multiple orgasms, one with each pump,” explained Beverly laying back and stroking her clit lazily. They heard a crash from downstairs, which alarmed the guests, but Beverly waived their concern away, saying, “That’s just Trish and Mason fucking. She likes using the dining room table sometimes.” Beverly crawled over to Susan and offered a nipple, “Have some milk to wash down those cupcakes! Mine is safe.”

Susan latched onto a nipple and Beverly cooed and held her head close. “Oh, God, yeah, baby! Suck!” Terri looked intrigued, and Beverly invited, “I’ve got two, come on over! It will make me cum, though!” Terri joined in, and stroked Beverly’s clit as she did so. Beverly’s moans escalated as the two of them matched the rhythm of Julie’s pump, until Beverly was making the very same orgasmic sounds as Julie was making. This lasted for several minutes, until the pump clicked off and Julie flopped over onto her back with an “Oh, yeah!” and a jingle of her bell. Susan and her mother detached from Beverly’s nipples with a smack as she ran dry and her orgasms faded to a “Oh, stop, too much, too sensitive!” moving Terri’s hand away from her crotch.

Jim and Bethany had changed positions several times to afford better views of the others, as well as to switch up what exactly was getting stimulated where. Currently Bethany was looking at them over Jim’s legs and feet as she slammed down on him like a piledriver. They finished their round with a simultaneous orgasm that sounded like a very loud slow clap punctuated by Jim yelling and her screaming on each clap. They sighed a moment later, and Bethany fell back with her head on Jim’s shoulder, giggling, “Fuck, yeah!”

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of sexual satisfaction, but no words were spoken. There was a great deal of caressing and stroking of parts of bodies that were not too sensitive to touch. Another crash sounded from downstairs, and Bethany giggled again, “Sounds like I’ll be ordering another replacement desk for Mason tomorrow! Trish is so hard on the furniture!” at which most of the room laughed, then subsided again to “Mmms” and coos.

“I’ve never tried breast milk before, it was wonderful and sweet! That was so damn exciting!” Terri said as she rubbed her pussy lips and played with a nipple. “And it made you cum! That’s so neat! I wish mine were sensitive like that!”

“One of the side effects of our arrangement with Mason,” said Beverly, caressing her breasts. “Doesn’t rubbing on the straps of her shoes like that hurt?”

“Oh, God, no! ANYthing to do with heels, especially when Susan is wearing them, excites me like crazy! Her shoes, her feet, her foot inside me, wiggling her toes, oh GOD!” cried Terri as just talking about the subject had her stroking herself. She grabbed the shoe she had taken off before and rubbed it against her pussy like a lover. There were flashes again as William took pictures of his wife doing this, and Terri went over the edge in a great climax. She panted, “Bill taking pictures of us acting so nasty makes it so much better! Ohhhhh! I need a minute to rest!”

“Wow,” said Beverly, a bit stunned. “Well, I guess cumming from playing with or sucking on my nipples is kind of like that.”

There was silence except for the sounds of breathing for a few minutes. Then strokes and caresses grew bolder as sensitivity diminished and refractory periods lapsed and the siren song of the cupcakes summoned responses from bodies once again. Bethany put her stilettos back on with a lewd grin, and partners changed again. And again. And again. It would have been a shorter night, but Susan got too curious about Julie’s breast milk, then shared with her mother. Once that happened, there was no point in abstaining, so everyone had a turn at Julie’s nipples, to her orgasmic delight. Dawn was breaking as the last orgasm faded, and the whole room fell into exhausted slumber. Susan lapsed into sleep with one of her hands rubbing Julie’s belly, the fingers of her other in her own pussy, murmuring “Such a good Mommy...”

The next day, Susan and Julie were talking. Susan asked, “So you’re not mad at me for sending you here? I mean, everything in your life changed.”

“Oh, no, I’m not mad! I’m very happy, and mom is happy and she was so sad before. She can walk around and do things now, and stuff like that! And sex is so good! I never had sex like this before! I never felt anything like this before! And the best is that I’m a mommy now! I’m growing a baby in my tummy, and that makes me so, so happy!”

“I can see that,” said Susan. “Maybe one day I can be a ... mommy ... too. I think I’d like that.”

“Oh, that’s easy! I saw Jimmy fuck you last night while you sucked your mommy’s toes! He made our baby!”

“Um, well, maybe someday, Julie. I think our life is kind of confusing right now, so maybe I should wait a while.”

Julie gave Susan an interesting look, but nodded sagely then grinned at her. Susan felt for a moment like her old friend had looked at her out of mother’s eyes, and was laughing at her. Julie then asked Susan if they were going to stay with them at “their house.” Susan shook her head and told her that they couldn’t stay right now, but they might come back to visit sometimes.

“My mom and your mom seem to have made friends, and the two of them and Bethany seem to be working on something. It’s all hush-hush for now, though,” said Susan.

“I love Bethany! She’s my best friend and so good at sex! And she makes Jimmy very happy, and that makes me happy! I’m glad she’s part of our family now. I think Jimmy is going to make her a mommy, too, but she doesn’t think so. She thinks she’s too old, but she’s not!” Julie laughed. “Oops! It’s time for milkies!” She leaned her head back and called “Jimmieee!”

Jim walked in and said, “I know, I was already on my way. Let’s go get you hooked up!” Julie stood up and took Jim’s hand, and they walked up the stairs.