Diane sat at the dining table, absentmindedly pushing her food around her plate as she watched the candlelight flicker. The soft glow of the evening cast warm shadows across the room, but inside, she felt a nervous kind of excitement. Across from her, her father, Robert leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he sipped his wine.

“You’ve been thinking about it,” he said, not as a question but as a statement.

Diane bit her lip, glancing down at the half-eaten meal before her. She had been thinking about it—more than she wanted to admit. The idea had started as a fleeting curiosity, a passing mention in one of their late-night talks. But her father had planted the seed, and now it was growing, taking root in places she hadn’t expected.

“I don’t know,” she said finally, voice soft. “It’s… different.”

Her father reached across the table, taking her hand in his. His touch was warm, grounding her. “Different doesn’t mean bad,” he murmured. “You know I’d never pressure you into anything you didn’t want.”

She nodded, her fingers curling around his. That was the thing about her dad—he always knew how to put her at ease. He never pushed too hard, never demanded. He simply made suggestions, gave her space to explore her own desires, and waited patiently. She loved to please him.

“I did some research,” he continued, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “There are supplements, natural ones, that can help. It’s completely safe.”

Diane exhaled slowly. The idea of her body changing in such an intimate way intrigued her, even as it made her nervous. “And you’d… like that?”

Robert’s eyes darkened, his grip on her hand tightening just slightly. “You know I would.”

A shiver ran through her. She could see it now—the way he’d look at her, the way his hands would trace over her body with even more reverence than before. The thought alone sent a thrill through her veins.

She took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the moment settle over her. “Okay,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll try it.”

Her father’s smile widened, filled with something both tender and possessive. “That’s my girl.”

And just like that, she felt the shift—a door opening to something new, something thrilling. She didn’t know exactly where it would lead, but with her father by her side, she was ready to find out.

Weeks passed, and on this particular morning, Diane woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the hallway. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, feeling the warmth of the early morning sun peek through her curtains. It was a Saturday, the one day of the week she didn't have to rush off to her part-time job at the bookstore. She threw on a loose t-shirt and shorts before shuffling to the kitchen, her stomach rumbling.

Her father was already there, dressed in his usual weekend attire: a faded old college sweatshirt and worn-out jeans. He looked up from his paper and smiled, setting aside the crossword puzzle he'd been working on. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said, pouring her a cup of the steaming beverage. The aroma filled her nostrils, hinting at the comforting taste of home-roasted beans.

"Thanks," she murmured, taking a sip and savoring the warmth as it spread through her body. She couldn't ignore the twinge of anticipation that grew within her as she thought about the peculiar turn their relationship had taken. It had started innocently enough—his curiosity about her lactation pills had led to a conversation that spiraled into a dark, taboo desire neither had anticipated. Now, it was a regular part of their routine.

Her father’s eyes flicked down to her chest, where the slightest swell had started to form. His obsession with her milk had grown more intense with each passing week. He'd often ask her to wear tight tops to accentuate her newfound assets, a request she'd obeyed, knowing it brought him pleasure. As she sat down at the table, he cleared his throat. "Diane, honey, how about we check on those beauties today?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded. The routine had become a strange mix of comfort and discomfort, but she couldn't deny the thrill it brought her, the way his eyes lit up every time she allowed him to milk her. She led him to her room, where she had set up the pump on her nightstand. The soft hum filled the room as she sat down, her heart racing as she watched him eagerly approach.

Robert's cock was hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, the outline clear and unmistakable. Diane's breath hitched, her own arousal spiking at the sight. She knew what was to come next—his hunger for her milk was insatiable, and she had grown to crave his hunger for her body. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling slightly as he unhooked her bra, revealing her swollen breasts. He palmed them gently, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples, causing them to stiffen even more.

The pump's cups were cold against her skin as he placed them over her areolas. The suction was strong, and she gasped as the device began to work, drawing the milk from her ducts. She watched as her father's eyes glazed over, his mouth watering. The sound of her milk filling the bottles was oddly erotic, a symphony of sucks and gurgles that echoed in the quiet room.

Her father's hand slid down his pants, stroking himself as he watched the white liquid pool. Diane felt a strange sense of power knowing she could give him something no one else could. She closed her eyes, leaning back into the pillows, and let the sensation of being milked wash over her. It was both intimate and clinical, a dance of need and desire that had become a part of their shared secret.

Once the bottles were full, Robert couldn't resist any longer. He removed the pump and brought a bottle to his lips, savoring the taste of her milk. Diane felt a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she watched as his eyes closed in pleasure, his throat moving as he swallowed. It was a sight she had grown used to, and in a twisted way, it brought her comfort to see him so satisfied by something she provided.

"Your milk is the sweetest," he murmured, setting the bottle aside. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue pushing past her lips. The taste of her own milk was faint but undeniable, mixing with the mint of his toothpaste. His hand moved from her breast to her inner thigh, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her shorts.

"Daddy," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. He pulled away and gave her a knowing look.

"You know what I want," he said, his voice gruff. "Show me how much you love your Daddy."

Diane felt a thrill of excitement at his words. She had never done this before, but the idea had been floating around in the murky waters of their shared obsession. She looked down at his erection, pulsing with need. He took her hand and guided it to his cock, his grip firm as he encouraged her to wrap her fingers around it. It was hot and heavy in her hand, the veins standing out against the skin.

"Like this," Robert instructed, taking control and pumping his cock in her palm. "But with your mouth, baby. I want to feel those warm lips around me."

Diane's heart raced, her breathing shallow. She nodded, the anticipation building like a crescendo. This was a new level of intimacy, one she had never dared to imagine with her own father. Yet here they were, his cock in her hand, his eyes burning with need. Slowly, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip. He groaned, his grip tightening.

With a mix of fear and excitement, she took him in her mouth, mimicking the rhythmic motion of the pump. She could feel his cock pulse with each suck, the salty taste of him mingling with the sweetness of the milk still lingering on her tongue. He guided her with gentle strokes, showing her how he liked it—how deep to take him, how to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head. She moaned, the vibrations sending shudders through his body.

Robert's breath grew ragged, his hand in her hair, holding her in place as he began to thrust into her mouth. Diane felt the power shift as she realized she had complete control over his pleasure. The thought made her wet, and she could feel her own desire pooling between her legs. She moved her hand down to touch herself, her fingers slipping through her arousal.

He noticed her hand and groaned, pushing her back onto the bed. "No, no," he murmured, his voice strained with need. "That's only my pussy to touch."

Diane whined, "but Daddy, I'm so achy."

Robert smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Good," he said, his voice low and gruff. "You're going to get what you need. Don't worry, Daddy will take care of his baby," He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

He reached up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, revealing her wet, swollen folds. Diane gasped as his thumb brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. His touch was rough, yet gentle, a stark contrast to the tender care he had shown while milking her. She felt a thrill of excitement as his fingers delved into her warmth, teasing and probing, making her squirm beneath him.

Robert leaned down, capturing one of her milk-filled breasts in his mouth, sucking greedily. Diane's eyes rolled back as the sensation of his mouth on her sensitive skin mixed with the delicious friction of his fingers. He was insatiable, his need for her milk driving him to new heights of desire. He switched to the other breast, his teeth grazing the nipple, sending shivers down her spine. His cock nudged against her wet pussy, seeking entry.

With a groan, he thrust inside her, filling her completely. The feel of his hot, hard length sent waves of pleasure through her body. His hips pistoned, his movements punctuated by his moans of pleasure. Diane's breasts bounced with each impact, the warm milk dripping onto the bed sheets. She could feel the tension building, her body wound tight like a spring, ready to snap at any moment.

Robert took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before his teeth closed around it gently. He suckled hard, drawing on her milk-filled breast like a starved man. The sensation was exquisite, sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit. Diane's hands moved to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him in place, urging him to suck harder.

"Daddy," she moaned, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, fuck me harder. I need it."

Robert complied, his strokes becoming more powerful, more demanding. Each time he pushed into her, Diane could feel herself inching closer to the edge. She felt so full, so claimed, by him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion and depravity that only served to fuel their desires.

"Look at you, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "You're so beautiful, your tits are so full of milk for me." He released her nipple with a pop and sat back to admire her. His eyes traveled down to her pussy, glistening with their combined juices. "And your cunt," he said, almost reverently. "It's so tight, so wet. It's like heaven around my cock."

Diane's cheeks burned as he talked dirty to her, using words she never thought she'd hear from her father's mouth. But here they were, and the words didn't disgust her. Instead, they fueled her arousal, making her pussy clench around him even tighter. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on.

"Your pussy is so sweet," Robert murmured, his eyes never leaving her breasts. "It's like the warmest, softest embrace, and it's all for me." His thumb continued to circle her clit, and she could feel the tension coiling within her. "Your tits," he said, leaning back in to take one into his mouth again, suckling hard. "They're perfect, baby. Just perfect."

Diane's eyes rolled back as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. "I love your cock, Daddy," she breathed, her voice trembling with the effort to maintain control. "It feels so good inside me." She felt his erection swell even further at her words, his strokes becoming more erratic. "I love how it stretches me, how it fills me up."

Her father's eyes snapped up to meet hers, his pupils dilated with lust. "You love it, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You love being Daddy's little milk whore." Diane whined, the words sending a bolt of arousal straight to her core. She had never thought she would be okay with such degrading terms, but here she was, craving them like a drug.

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Your cock feels so good inside me. It's all I need." Robert's expression grew intense, his strokes becoming more purposeful as he watched her face contort with pleasure. She felt her orgasm building, the tension coiling like a tight spring in her belly.

"Tell me," he urged, his teeth sinking into her other nipple. "Tell me how much you love it."

Diane's voice was a desperate whimper as she spoke, "I love it, Daddy. Your cock feels so good, so right." Her eyes met his, the depth of her need reflected in their dark pools. "It's all I think about," she confessed, her voice growing stronger as she reveled in her depravity. "I love the way it stretches me open, the way it fills me up." She paused, her breath catching as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within her. "I love how it feels when you're deep inside me, how it makes me feel so...so alive."

Robert's eyes shone with a mix of pride and lust. He knew he had her, that he owned her in this moment. He sucked harder on her nipple, feeling the milk spurt into his mouth as she neared climax. The taste was like nothing he had ever experienced—it was sweet and salty, a heady mix of his daughter's essence that he craved like a drug. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening against her ass.

He reached down and pinched her clit, hard, making her arch off the bed with a scream. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Come for Daddy."

Diane's orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of sensation that made her entire body convulse. She felt her pussy contract around him, gripping his cock tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Robert's mouth was still latched onto her breast, suckling hard as he felt her milk let down. It filled his mouth, the taste of it sending him over the edge.

With a roar, he came deep inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim. She could feel his cock pulsing, his orgasm so intense it seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. He pulled out, still hard, and the warm, sticky mess of their union spilled out onto her stomach. He leaned back, panting heavily, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Soon," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Soon, you'll be filled with so much more than just my seed."

Diane's eyes widened, her breath coming in shallow pants. "What do you mean?" she asked, the words barely a whisper.

Robert leaned back on his haunches, his chest heaving with the exertion of their lovemaking. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm tenderly. "I mean," he began, "that we're going to take this to the next level." His eyes never left hers. "We're going to make a baby together, my love. You'll be a mother and I'll be a father in every sense of the word.

Diane's heart skipped a beat. The thought of carrying her father's child was both terrifying and exhilarating. She knew the consequences could be dire, but in this moment, with the taste of her milk and his semen still lingering on her tongue, she couldn't find the words to object.

Her father's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation. "Do you want that, Diane?" he asked, his voice soft but urgent. "Do you want to be the one to give me what I've always dreamed of?"

Diane's thoughts raced. The idea of being pregnant with her own father's child was something she never thought she would consider. But as she looked into his eyes, filled with love and longing, she felt something deep within her shift. It was as if every boundary she had ever known had crumbled away, leaving only the raw, primal need to satisfy him.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want to be the one to give you a baby."

Robert's eyes lit up with joy, and he leaned in to kiss her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth. He tasted himself on her, the saltiness of his cum mingling with the sweetness of her breath. The idea of her carrying his child was something he had fantasized about for so long, and now it was within reach.

They lay there for a few moments, their bodies entwined, the stickiness of their combined release cooling on their skin. The silence was only broken by their heavy panting and the distant sound of a lawn mower outside. Diane felt a strange mix of emotions—love, fear, excitement, and a dark sense of taboo that only heightened her arousal.

"We'll be perfect together," Robert murmured, stroking her hair. "A beautiful family all of our own."

Diane managed a smile, her mind racing with the implications of their newfound arrangement. "I'll have more milk than you know what to do with," she said. The idea of her body changing, growing a new life that was a part of both of them, was amazing. The thought of pleasing her father in such a profound way brought a strange sense of satisfaction.

"And I'll cherish every drop," her father smiled.

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