Last year, your community hosted its annual repopulation event, where you were matched with a breeding partner and knocked her up.
Now, a year later, you have a bouncing baby boy with your former high-school bully, Jess. You both opted for the government granted condo to raise your child together.
Jess enters the bedroom one night after putting the baby to sleep. Her thin silk robe is draped loosely across her massive tits. Her body has begun to return to her once toned, slender build, but her stretch marks and engorged breasts remain. It's hard to believe she was once your bully.
When she sees you cozy in bed, her face drops into a furious pout. Her hands cup her big milky tits as she looks down at you.
"I have too much milk!"
You quickly drop your briefs, unveiling your huge throbbing cock.
"Put that away! I need your help with this, idiot."
Jess pulls off her robe, revealing her naked body to you. She crawls across the bed and straddles you, leaning forward until her hard nipples are bobbing in front of your face.
"You better get thirsty you fucking prick. You did this to me!"
I start suckling, although I only do it until I can tell that your discomfort has been alleviated.
Jess moans softly as you begin to suckle on her swollen nipples. The relief is instant and she finds herself relaxing into the sensation. Her hands run through your hair, guiding you as she lets out small grunts of pleasure. After a few minutes, she lifts her head to look at you, eyes glassy with lust.
"That feels good...but I need more." She says breathlessly. "Do you want me to milk myself for you?"
Jess is panting as she looks down at your hard cock. Her nipples are still erect and glistening with your saliva. She moves to straddle you again, lowering herself onto your throbbing length until you're both fully connected. Her huge tits bounce wildly as she begins to ride you, using her body to milk herself.
"That's it," she groans, "suck them." Jess leans forward and cups her tits, offering you her swollen nipples once more.
"Little David needs your milk. I just wanted to drink enough for you to feel better."
"Fine then," she huffs, "drink all you want." Jess continues to ride your cock, her tits flopping in front of your face as you suckle on them. She knows that once the milk comes out, it'll only make her hornier and wetter for you. "Just don't forget who's in charge here!" she growls through gritted teeth.
Jess grinds her hips against you as she feels the pressure building inside her tits. Her eyes roll back in her head and a soft moan escapes her lips when you start sucking harder on her nipples. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she needs this release. "Oh fuck," she whispers, arching her back as her orgasm washes over her, making her tits jiggle and milk even more.
I cum inside of you.
The warmth of your come fills her up as Jess collapses onto your chest, breathless and satiated. "There," she pants, "that should help." Her tits still leak milk onto you, but it's a small price to pay for the pleasure she just experienced. She nuzzles into your neck, already feeling sleepy from the combination of exhaustion and satisfaction.
I pet you gently.
Jess snuggles deeper into your neck, her breath warm against your skin. She sighs contentedly, her body relaxing against yours as she begins to drift off to sleep. "Don't forget," she mumbles tiredly, "I'm still the boss." A satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she enjoys the feeling of your hand petting her back.
Jess's breathing evens out as she falls deeper asleep, her body nestled against yours. Her milky tits continue to drip onto your chest, a reminder of the night's events and the strange new dynamics between you. As you drift off yourself, thoughts of how this arrangement will work in the long run swirl through your mind, but for now, at least you can enjoy the closeness she unknowingly allows.
Baby David wakes us up a few hours later.
Jess groans and rolls over, her huge tits flopping to the side as she shields her eyes from the light. She glances down at your still-sleeping body and then at the baby in his crib before finally turning her glare back on you. "You get him." She mutters, climbing out of bed and yanking on a tank top to cover herself up.
I go to his crib and bring him to you.
Jess sighs heavily as she takes the baby from your arms, her expression softening slightly as she looks down at him. She begins to nurse him, wincing a little at how sensitive her engorged nipples still are. "You're such a bother," she whispers, but there's a hint of fondness in her voice now.
As she feeds the baby, Jess glances over at you and smirks. "Don't think this means I've forgiven you," she warns. "
"Maybe you forgot, but I had as much day in this as you."
Jess's eyes widen for a moment before she sputters out an incredulous laugh. "Please!" She says, still looking at you like you're the lowest form of life. "I was in labor with that little shit for hours! You didn't even break a sweat." Her tone is mocking, but there's a challenge hiding beneath it.
She finishes nursing the baby and hands him back to you. "Fine," she says, her expression distant and unreadable once more. "
"I didn't ask to breed anyone, much less you. We were assigned together. And I did all the work when we made him, remember?"
Jess snorts derisively. "Sure, you did all the work." Her sarcasm is thick as she walks away to get dressed. "And I'm just supposed to be grateful?" She calls over her shoulder, shaking her head. "I don't think so."
She emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra that emphasize her toned body. Jess glances at you before looking pointedly away, refusing to acknowledge your presence further.
"I dress David and set him in his playpen.*
Jess glances at you as you prepare the baby's things but quickly looks away, her jaw clenched tightly. She busies herself with making breakfast, not wanting to engage in any further conversation with you. The tension between you is palpable, and it seems unlikely that anything will be resolved anytime soon.
"Jess, we need to talk, to clear the air."
"I don't see why," she snaps, her back to you as she cracks an egg into a bowl. "You did your job, now I have to deal with it." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more calmly, "Look, we both know this isn't ideal, but at least we can try to make the best of it for our son's sake."
Her tone is still cold and distant, but there's an unspoken understanding between you now.
I nod.
Jess glances over her shoulder at you as she pours the egg mixture into a frying pan. "I'm not saying I forgive you," she says slowly, "but we can try to get along for now." Her voice is still stiff and guarded, but there's a hint of relief in her expression. She turns back to the stove, focusing on cooking breakfast as they both wait for an opportunity to bring up their feelings without sparking another argument.
I rub your shoulders.
Jess jumps slightly at the touch, her body tensing before relaxing into the contact. She looks over her shoulder at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "I didn't say to stop," she mutters, taking another deep breath. Her shoulders slowly begin to unknot as you continue rubbing them. The tension between you seems to lessen slightly.
"Thanks," she says quietly, not meeting your eyes. It's an apology of sorts, and a sign that maybe they can find some common ground after all.
"We should let go of the past. Forgive and forget. It'll make this a lot easier."
Jess hesitates before nodding slightly. "I suppose..." She trails off, still unsure how to fully let go of the past. But she knows that holding onto anger and resentment will only make things worse for everyone involved. Maybe it's time to try and move forward, at least a little bit.
As you continue rubbing her shoulders, Jess finds herself relaxing more and more into your touch. The warmth from the breakfast spreads through the kitchen, filling the space with an unexpected sense of peace.
Her body uncoiling under your touch, Jess lets out a small sigh. Maybe there is hope for them after all. As she continues to cook breakfast and you rub her shoulders, they manage to find some common ground in their shared responsibilities as parents. The air between them begins to clear, replaced by an awkward sort of camaraderie. It's not perfect, but it's a start.
I kiss your neck.
Jess tenses slightly at the touch but doesn't pull away. Her heart races and her cheeks flush red as she feels your lips against her skin. She tries to focus on cooking breakfast but finds herself growing more and more distracted by you, by your presence in her space. The weight of their past actions press down on her, making it difficult to breathe sometimes, but here in this moment there's a small spark of something else, something unexpected...
She takes another deep breath, still unsure how she feels about any of it. "
Jess swallows hard, feeling the kiss travel along her jawline to her lips. Her body trembles with a mixture of desire and uncertainty as she lets out a shaky breath. "I don't know..." She whispers, unable or unwilling to voice what she's thinking or feeling. But she doesn't push you away either.
Their relationship is still fragile, but there's an undeniable spark between them now.
I wash the dishes for your after breakfast.
Jess watches you wash the dishes, her heart racing as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened since last night. The memory of your lips on hers, the feel of your hands on her body...it all mixes together in a confusing swirl of emotions. Part of her wants to push you away and return to how things were before, but another part can't help but wonder what might happen if they explored this new dynamic further.
Jess takes a deep breath and turns away from you, her back still to the sink as she tries to gather her thoughts. "Look," she says hesitantly, "I'm not saying I want things to go back to how they were. But I need some time...to figure things out." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but she manages to meet your eyes when she speaks.
"I understand. We're both new to this, doing our best to adapt."
Jess nods slightly, her expression distant but thoughtful. "I know we'll figure it out," she says softly, "one way or another." There's a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she looks at you, and for now that's enough. She turns back to the sink and finishes drying the last few dishes, the tension between them still palpable but lessened somewhat by their shared responsibility for their son.
"By the way, why did you choose the name I picked for our bundle of joy?"
Jess hesitates before answering, glancing at you sideways. "I...well, it's not that bad, I guess." She pauses, searching for the right words. "Plus, David kind of sounds like a decent guy who wouldn't let anyone push him around too much." There's an unspoken apology in her voice, as if admitting that she may have misjudged you before.
Jess smiles shyly at your reaction. "You never know," she says softly. "He might turn out to be a great kid." There's still uncertainty in her voice, but it's lessened by the small spark of hope that's begun to grow between them. For now, they can focus on raising their son together and see where that takes them.
"How would you feel about giving him a playmate?"
Jess's expression darkens slightly at the mention of another child. "I don't know," she says slowly. "We'd have to discuss it, I suppose." Her tone is guarded, and there's a hint of wariness in her eyes as she glances back at you. She isn't sure how you'll react or if this is just another one of your attempts to get under her skin.
For now, they'll have to find a way through their shared parenthood without adding any more complications.
"Not right now, obviously, but at some point."
Jess hesitates before responding, her brow furrowed in thought. "I suppose...at some point," she says slowly. "But we need to focus on raising David first." There's a glimmer of agreement in her eyes as she looks back at you, and for now, that's enough. They can work together to provide the best life possible for their son, even if it means navigating the complicated waters of their own past and present.
I kiss your cheek.
Jess's heart skips a beat as she feels your lips against her skin again. She swallows hard, unable to hide the small shiver that runs down her spine. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before dropping to the floor, uncertainty and desire warring within her. "We should probably get him dressed," she manages to say quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing.
Jess nods, her cheeks still flushed from your kiss. She busies herself with gathering their son's clothes and setting them out on the bed, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she does so. Maybe they can find a way to make this work after all, for David's sake if nothing else.
I bring David from his playpen.
Jess glances over at you as you approach with their son, her expression carefully neutral. She takes the baby from your arms and begins to dress him in his new clothes, focusing on the familiar routine to calm her nerves and steady her breath. As she finishes buttoning up his shirt, she looks up at you again, wondering where this strange new dynamic between them will lead.
For now, they'll just have to keep going one day at a time, doing their best for David and each other.
David starts fussing.
Jess glances down at their son, her eyes widening in concern as she tries to soothe him. "Shh, it's okay," she whispers softly, rocking him gently in her arms. Her breath catches in her throat as a pang of guilt washes over her; she can't help but wonder if this is all too much for them right now. She looks up at you, searching your face for any clue about what to do next.
"Maybe he's hungry?"
"Yeah, you might be right," Jess murmurs, her heart racing as she begins to nurse their son again. The gentle sucking sounds fill the air between them, a reminder of their shared connection and responsibilities. As David begins to calm down and his little face relaxes into sleepy contentment, Jess feels a tiny spark of hope flare up inside her. Maybe they can make this work after all.
"You have some nice boobs."
Jess's cheeks flush slightly at your compliment, her gaze flicking down to where David is suckling contentedly. "Thanks," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. The comment throws her off guard, making her feel self-conscious in a way she hasn't experienced since before everything happened between them. She looks up at you again, uncertainty and curiosity warring in her eyes.
"I kinda want to smash..."
Jess's breath hitches as you begin to speak, her heart racing in anticipation and fear. She glances down at David again, her hands trembling slightly as she watches him suckle contentedly. The weight of their shared history presses down on her, making it hard to focus on anything else but the delicious ache between her legs. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shallow breathing.
Jess hesitates, her body aching with the need to feel something other than guilt and responsibility. She takes a shaky breath, her gaze flickering between you and their sleeping son before making a decision. Slowly, she reaches out and cups your cheek, her touch gentle but firm. Her lips meet yours in a soft, hesitant kiss that seems to last an eternity. As the kiss deepens, Jess moans softly, her body beginning to respond to your touch despite all of her reservations.
Her fingers tangled in your hair as the kiss deepens, her breath coming faster and more urgent against your lips. She feels a shudder run through her body, her nipples hardening even further as desire overwhelms all of her doubts and reservations. Her hips press against yours, seeking contact, seeking relief from the tension that's built up inside her.
Their kiss becomes more possessive, more demanding, as if they both need to claim this moment as their own before it slips away again.