Chapter 464: The Innocent Girl’s Mother Needs To Be Bred
I pinched both of Helen’s stiff nipples between my fingers and twisted them firmly, watching her face twist in ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks and down to her heaving chest.
"When was the last time these had milk, Helen?" I asked, still playing with her sensitive nipples, rolling and tugging them as I spoke.
"Gia was a little girl, Sir... it has been so long," Helen answered breathlessly, her voice trembling as she watched me toy with her breasts. The memory seemed to stir something deep inside her, especially as she saw the hungry look in my eyes, the clear desire to fill her breasts with milk again.
"They must have been so heavy back then," I murmured, admiring how full and soft they felt in my hands even now. I squeezed them gently, lifting their weight and letting them settle heavily again.
"Yeah, Sir... ahhh," Helen moaned, her body shivering under my touch.
"Wouldn’t you like to make them heavy again, Helen?" I asked, my voice low and seductive as I continued playing with her nipples. "Filled with milk... leaking for me every day."
Helen looked straight into my eyes, her expression one of complete submission and desire.
"I would do anything for you, Sir," she whispered, her voice full of need. She was my perfect, submissive slut, ready to let me breed her, ready to let her body change for me, ready to become my pregnant, milky whore if that’s what I wanted.
I smirked, satisfied by her answer.
I leaned down and started kissing her breasts softly at first, gentle, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft, creamy skin. Then I took one of her stiff nipples between my lips and bit down, sucking hard on the sensitive bud.
"Ahhh... bite them harder, Sir," Helen moaned, her voice breaking with need. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled my face deeper into her chest, smothering me between her massive tits as she craved more roughness.
"You are such a shameless mother, Helen," I groaned against her skin, my words muffled between her breasts. I bit her nipple harder, sucking and tugging on it while my other hand kneaded her other breast roughly. "Umm... so needy for me."
Helen whimpered loudly, arching her back and pressing her chest harder into my face. She was completely lost in the moment, loving how I was treating her like a filthy, breeding toy while her daughter waited for her.
I switched to her other nipple, biting and sucking with even more hunger, my cock throbbing hard between us as I devoured her heavy, motherly breasts.
"Sir... it’s so hard now," Helen whispered, her voice breathy and full of awe as she glanced down between our bodies. My thick, throbbing cock was pressed firmly against the soft swell of her belly, pulsing hotly against her skin.
"Care for it, Helen," I ordered, my voice low and commanding.
Helen didn’t hesitate. She reached down with her soft, warm hand and wrapped her fingers around my massive shaft. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt its heat and weight in her palm.
She stroked it slowly, almost reverently, admiring every thick vein and the way it pulsed in her grip.
"It feels bigger than last time, Sir..." she murmured, her voice filled with lust and a hint of nervousness as she continued to stroke me. Her thumb brushed over the swollen, leaking head, spreading the precum that was dripping from me.
I growled deeply, my hands gripping her hips as I looked down at her.
"Where should I put it, Helen?" I asked, my voice rough with barely contained hunger. I wanted nothing more than to feel her motherly warmth wrapped around me again.
"Here, Sir..." Helen whispered obediently.
Without a word, she guided the thick head of my cock downward, pressing it against her soaked pussy entrance.
We stood face to face, bodies pressed tightly together, her heavy breasts squishing against my chest, her soft belly rubbing against mine, and her thick thighs parted just enough for my cock to nestle between her wet folds.
She looked up at me with lust-drunk eyes, her lips parted, clearly desperate to feel me inside her again.
I moved my hips forward and pressed in, slowly sinking my thick cock into Helen’s warm, motherly pussy. Her entrance stretched around my girth as I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was buried halfway inside her.
"Ahhh... fuck," I groaned at the intense contact. Her pussy felt incredibly warm and welcoming, wrapping around me like a hot, silky glove. The feeling of her mature, neglected cunt finally getting filled again was intoxicating.
"Oh god..." Helen gasped, her eyes fluttering as she felt my massive cock stretching her.
It had been years since her husband left her. She had spent all that time focusing on raising Gia, completely neglecting her own pleasure and desires.
Now, here I was, filling her so deeply, reminding her body what it had been missing for so long.
I started moving my hips slowly, savoring every inch of her. Our bellies pressed tightly together, skin against skin, as I fucked her in this intimate, face-to-face position. I could feel her inner walls stretching sweetly around me, deliciously tight and wet, gripping my cock with every slow thrust.
Helen put a hand on my belly, pressing lightly against me as if my size was almost too much for her to handle. Her breathing was ragged, her lips parted, and her eyes were hazy with a mix of discomfort and overwhelming pleasure.
As we stayed filthily connected, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.
"Mom? Aren’t you in your bikini yet?" Gia’s innocent voice called from the other side.
Helen’s eyes widened in pure shock.
The reality of the situation hit her hard, her daughter was right outside the door, while she was standing here, with her legs spread and a young man’s thick cock buried deep inside her pussy.
Her face flushed with panic and humiliation, but her pussy clenched hard around me at the same time, betraying how the danger turned her on.
