Epilogue

“I suppose so,” I replied to my father reluctantly.

My Dad could see that I was uncomfortable. He asked Jayne to kneel at his feet and take his cock out. It was the first time I had seen my Dad’s dick. He didn’t have nearly the cock I had. I was kind of happy that was one place I outshined him.

Jayne began to pump his dick with her hands.

“There is nothing wrong with being milked, Son.”

He told me it was healthy. He explained they did this to their pig and horse as well. “It’s part of life on a farm. The males get restless and stubborn when they get frustrated. They are much happier getting milked every now and then,” he said.

I felt reluctant to watch, but how could I not stare? Jayne was so beautiful, and she seemed so submissive on her knees in the dirt in front of my father’s dick. She smiled as she worked his cock back and forth.

I was a little confused and thought Brittany might be jealous. My Dad explained that the girls share the chore. “I try not to favor one over the other.”

I watched for a few minutes, and when she emptied my father’s cock into her hand, she smiled at him. “Put that in your mouth until you can spit it into your milk,” my dad said.

Jayne held the cum in her mouth and swished it about. She reminded me of a chipmunk storing it’s favorite nut. The look on her face was not humiliation but a sense of accomplishment – almost pride.

“I don’t want you to feel a stigma about it, Son. If it bothers you getting it done in front of me, I am okay with you taking them in private.”

“You don’t mind doing this for me too?”

Jayne smiled and looked up at my father. “I am an obedient daughter. If I minded it really wouldn’t matter would it, Sir?” she asked rhetorically. Her eyes twinkled.

My dad ordered the two teenage girls to squat so that he could put on their chastity belts while Jayne continued to work his cock. He let Brittany go inside to prepare the table – still naked. I followed her inside, still trying to get my head around what kind of family this truly was.

Brittany rubbed her sore red ass and smiled at me. There was something so warm and considerate in her smile. She thought nothing about her massive tits jiggling in front of me and didn’t put on her apron. She said that Jeff would be inside soon and then she would wear the apron after she put on her chastity belt.

“If I tell you to do anything, you have to do it?” I asked.

Brittany smiled broadly and told me that was correct.

“What if I told you to let me help serve dinner and help you? I feel guilty just standing here,” I mused.

“I won’t question your wisdom, and I know your heart means well, but please don’t deny me the joy of serving you dinner, Sir. If you are just asking me how I would feel about it, I would much rather you didn’t, but I would obey you,” she seemed confused. Her nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Okay, Dance for me then,” I said. I pictured her daughter dancing in the living room. Brittany’s bare tits and big ass jiggled as she playfully writhed around for me. She giggled out loud while she danced. It was incredibly cute and strangely sexy. It wasn’t anything like what her daughter had done, but I liked it.

“Anything else, Sir?” she asked as she set the table.

“No,” I considered asking her to do something much more naughty, but I was too shy. I wanted to ask if I could put my finger in her ass like my Dad did. He was inspecting her after she removed the belt she wore. I would just be playing around though. I had no doubt she would have let me, but I didn’t want her to get the wrong impression about me.

“Can I get you something to drink, Sir?” she offered.

“Not the milk,” I joked.

Brittany stopped and looked at me. She was still naked as she stood flat-footed in her kitchen. She asked me with a look of concern on her face if I had drank the milk in the fridge.

“Yes, No offense, but it was disgusting,” I admitted. It was my turn to make a face. She asked me if the girls warned me before I drank it. I told them I asked for it at lunch. She waited for Jeff and the other girls to come in before telling them what had happened.

“HE TOLD US TO GIVE HIM MILK,” the sisters explained as if they were not responsible for their actions. I began to panic – wondering if the milk would make me sick.

My Dad laughed a little and asked me what I thought about it. I told him that I assumed they were making yogurt or something and had let it turn a little rancid. “Is that what it tastes like straight out of a cow?”

“Kinda,” Brittany tweaked her nipples and a little yellow liquid emerged. I had seen that before when she was confessing but thought it was sweat. “That’s breast milk – human breast milk, Sir.”

“Tell him what else is in it?” Jeff folded his arms.

Brittany admitted it was also semen. It wasn’t just semen that belonged to my Dad. Heather had poured mine into the pitcher after she finished milking me today. “There is pig and horse semen in there as well,” Brittany admitted with a look of sympathy on her face.

“What? Why?” I began to gasp, but it was too late. I had already drank human breast milk that was mixed with my own father’s semen. I don’t know if that was worse than knowing there was pig and horse semen mixed in.

I was provided several biblical passages as a form of explanation. This is the one that stood out.

Genesis 38:8-10

Then Judah said to Onan, “Go in to your brother’s wife and perform the duty of a brother-in-law to her, and raise up offspring for your brother.” But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his. So whenever he went in to his brother’s wife he would waste the semen on the ground, so as not to give offspring to his brother. And what he did was wicked in the sight of the Lord, and he put him to death also.

“Waste not, want not,” my Dad explained with a shrug. “They do not want you to waste semen here, Son. If you ever need to ejaculate, put it in the pitcher.”

I still didn’t fully understand and asked if there was anything else in the fridge that I needed to be wary of. I was told there wasn’t. Brittany was furious with her daughters and asked Jeff to punish them further.

“I think a night caged in the barn would do both of you good,” my Dad told them. I felt guilty this was my fault. I was the one who drank the milk.

Heather seemed angry but not outraged – like a teenager who just lost her phone. “Please don’t put us in the barn, Sir! It smells like pig shit in there!”

“You will be right at home then,” Brittany seemed amused and pleased my father decided that. He made them go outside after dinner and dig a deep hole in the barn. He set them in a cage with their heads sticking out and left them there all night bound up. The next day they thanked him and apologized to me profusely.

Brittany remained naked throughout dinner with the exception of her apron.

After Dinner I watched Brittany bend over a bucket on all fours and milk her tits like a cow into the bowl. She didn’t produce much, but she added it to the pitcher. The milk was added to all of their food. Brittany explained that made them appreciate their sustenance much more and taught them to be better wives. “We should not take joy in even simple pleasures like eating, Sir. We are not here to indulge ourselves but to serve God and Man.”

That week went by quickly. I grew bolder and a little more confident with myself. I helped my father discipline the girls and often took it upon myself to do it. My Dad was a fantastic teacher and the girls never failed to give me a reason to punish them throughout the day. They were never really all that bad, but they frequently picked fights with each other or got lazy about their chores and needed motivation.

I also frequently had Jayne and Heather jerk me off in private. I even titty fucked Heather. Jayne was quite sensitive about the fact her puffy tits didn’t really lend themselves to the act of sliding my dick between them.

The wedding was scheduled for that following weekend once they got their license. It was a simple affair. There was no nudity, and the few people who attended wouldn’t even know that Heather and Jayne had chastity belts on under their dresses.

I was asked to walk Brittany down the aisle because her own father had passed away. I was also my father’s best man. The preacher was a friend of my Dad’s. He knew Brittany and the girls very well and couldn’t take his eyes off of them. He told my Dad he was very lucky and my Dad said that the Good Lord provided a loving wife and daughters to answer his prayers.