16-12-2025, 03:49 PM
The days following Mr. Rao's visit blurred into a haze of heightened awareness for Sarah. Her body thrummed with a constant undercurrent of need, the magic milk amplifying every sensation. Her breasts, now impossibly full and round, strained against her clothes even after the kids' evening feedings. She caught herself lingering in the mirror, tracing the curve of her widened hips, the way her ass filled out her skirts more plushly. The bottle refilled faithfully each dawn, its creamy contents drawing her in like a lover's promise.
That night, after tucking Tim and Lily into bed, Sarah couldn't sleep. The ache in her core pulsed insistently, her pussy slick and swollen from the day's unresolved tension. She slipped from her room, the floorboards creaking softly under her bare feet. In the dim kitchen, moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the table. She poured a small cup from the bottle, sipping slowly, feeling the warmth bloom in her chest and trickle lower.
Her hand wandered down, fingers brushing over her mound through the thin nightgown. She gasped at the sensitivity, parting her thighs as she leaned against the counter. One finger dipped between her folds, circling her clit lightly. Milk leaked from her nipples, soaking the fabric in twin wet patches. She pinched one, drawing out a spurt that arced to the floor, the relief mingling with frustration. It wasn't enough— the magic craved more, deeper connection.
The next morning, routine chores pulled her back to normalcy. Tim helped with the firewood, stacking logs with growing strength, sweat glistening on his young brow. Lily gathered eggs from the coop, her laughter echoing as a hen pecked at her shoes. Sarah milked the borrowed goat, her own breasts jealous and heavy, but she pushed through, saving her expression for later.
Mr. Rao arrived mid-afternoon, his truck loaded with more supplies—barrels of feed and a basket of fresh herbs. 'Brought extras,' he said, unloading with Tim's help. His eyes met Sarah's as he carried a crate to the barn, the kids trailing behind with smaller loads. 'For the abundance you're building.'
Once inside the dim barn, away from prying ears, he set the crate down and turned to her. 'Last time helped, didn't it? The flow's stronger now.' His voice was low, rough like gravel.
Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushing. 'It did. But... it's building again. Faster.'
He stepped closer, the scent of hay and earth clinging to him. 'Let me check. Properly this time.' His hands were on her shoulders before she could think, guiding her to sit on the stool. The kids were outside, playing with a stray kitten they'd found, their voices distant.
She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, her heavy breasts tumbling free—nipples thick and erect, already beading with milk. Mr. Rao knelt, his callused palms cupping the undersides, lifting their weight. 'Fuller every day,' he murmured, thumbs grazing the veins. He squeezed gently at first, milk squirting in fine streams into the pail he'd placed below. But then his touch deepened, fingers kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Sarah moaned softly, her head falling back. The pulls sent jolts straight to her pussy, making it clench and weep. 'More,' she whispered, surprising herself.
He obliged, mouth replacing his hand on one nipple. His lips sealed around it, tongue lapping the milk as he sucked hard, drawing out thick gushes. The sensation was electric—wet heat enveloping her, his free hand massaging the other breast in tandem. Milk flowed freely, some dribbling down his chin, but he swallowed greedily, humming approval.
Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. Between her legs, she felt empty, aching. She shifted on the stool, her skirt riding up, exposing her thighs. Mr. Rao noticed, his hand sliding down her belly, fingers tracing the edge of her undergarments. 'The magic wants this,' he said against her skin, voice muffled. 'Let it.'
She parted her legs, breath hitching as he tugged the fabric aside. His rough finger found her slit, slick and hot, stroking from entrance to clit in slow drags. Sarah bucked, milk spraying harder into his mouth from the added stimulation. He circled her nub, pressing firmly, while two fingers pushed inside her pussy, stretching the wet walls.
'So tight,' he growled, pumping slowly. 'Been too long without this.'
She rode his hand, hips grinding, the barn filling with the wet sounds of his fingers fucking her. Her orgasm built fast, coiling tight—then shattered, her pussy spasming around him as she cried out, milk flooding his mouth in response.
He pulled back, lips shiny, and stood, unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking pre-cum. 'Now the real release,' he said, guiding her to bend over a hay bale. Sarah braced her hands, ass presented, pussy dripping down her thighs.
He rubbed the head along her folds, coating himself, then thrust in—one long, deep slide until his balls pressed against her. Sarah gasped, the fullness overwhelming, her inner muscles gripping him. He started slow, pulling out halfway before slamming back, each fuck making her breasts swing and leak onto the hay.
'Fuck, you're milking me already,' he grunted, hands gripping her hips, pounding harder. The rhythm built, skin slapping skin, her pussy squelching around his cock. She reached under, rubbing her clit, chasing another peak.
The barn door creaked—Tim's voice calling, 'Mom? Mr. Rao? Lunch is ready!'
They froze, Mr. Rao buried deep, pulsing inside her. 'Just finishing up!' he called back, voice steady. He ground against her once more, whispering, 'Come for me quiet.'
Sarah bit her lip, clenching around him as waves crashed over her again, silent but intense. He followed, cock throbbing as he pumped cum deep into her pussy, hot spurts filling her up.
He pulled out slowly, cum trickling down her leg. 'Clean up,' he said, tucking himself away. 'We'll continue this—properly. The magic needs it regular.'
Sarah dressed hastily, the afterglow mixing with a thrill of secrecy. At lunch, she sat gingerly, the kids chattering about the kitten. Mr. Rao ate heartily, his foot brushing hers under the table—a promise of more.
Evenings shifted subtly after that. With the kids, the feedings grew more intimate. Lily nursed longer, her small hand sometimes wandering to Sarah's belly, innocent touches that sparked heat. Tim's sucks turned exploratory, his tongue swirling around the nipple, eyes meeting hers with a budding curiosity.
One night, after they finished, Tim lingered, hand on her thigh. 'Mom, does it feel good? When we do this?'
She stroked his cheek. 'It does, sweetie. Helps me a lot.'
Lily yawned but added, 'Can we make it feel better? Like hugging more?'
Sarah pulled them close, their bodies pressing against her. Under the covers, as stories wound down, hands roamed—Tim's fingers tracing her breast's curve, Lily's leg dbanging over her hip. No rush, just warmth building, the magic weaving them tighter.
Mr. Rao returned twice that week, each visit escalating. The second time, in the barn again, he fucked her from behind while she expressed into the pail, his cock slamming deep as milk jetted out in sync. The third, he had her on her back in the hayloft, legs wrapped around him, pussy stretched wide as he rutted slow and deep, cum flooding her until it leaked out with every thrust.
The kids sensed the change—Sarah's glow, the extra milk in their meals. Tim asked once, 'Is Mr. Rao helping with the special milk?'
'Yes,' she said honestly. 'He's teaching me how to make more for us.'
Gradually, the boundaries blurred. One afternoon, while Mr. Rao fixed the roof with Tim watching, Sarah felt the pull strong. Lily helped her in the kitchen, but the ache won. 'Come here,' Sarah said, lifting her daughter to the table. She bared one breast, Lily latching eagerly. But as milk flowed, Sarah's hand slipped between her own thighs, fingers dipping into her cum-slick pussy from the morning's quick fuck with Mr. Rao.
Lily unlatched, eyes wide. 'Mommy's wet there too?'
Sarah hesitated, then guided Lily's small hand lower, just to feel. 'Like this... gentle.' Lily's fingers brushed her folds curiously, innocent strokes that made Sarah shudder, milk leaking anew.
Tim walked in then, pausing. 'What's happening?'
'Helping Mom feel good,' Lily said matter-of-factly.
He joined, hand on Sarah's other breast, squeezing lightly. The three of them touched—exploring, no words needed. Sarah's pussy throbbed, fingers now joined by Tim's tentative ones, sliding along her wetness. She came softly, body trembling, pulling them into a hug.
The magic deepened, production soaring. Sarah's body craved the touches, the fucks—from Mr. Rao's rough cock pounding her in hidden corners, to the kids' budding intimacies, hands and mouths learning her curves. The village remained oblivious, but in their home, the flow turned endless, binding them in milky, heated bliss.
Weeks passed, the transformation rooting deeper. Sarah's breasts hung lower, udder-like in their heft, always ready. Mr. Rao spoke of sharing more—bringing the kids into the full circle, slowly. 'They're ready to learn,' he said one evening, after fucking her ass for the first time, his cum dripping from her stretched hole as she milked herself dry.
She agreed, the idea sparking fresh arousal. That night, with the family gathered, feedings evolved—Tim's mouth on one nipple, Lily on the other, Mr. Rao's hands guiding, his cock hard against her thigh. Touches turned to strokes, innocent to intimate, the air thick with promise.
The fucking parts unfolded naturally: Mr. Rao taking Sarah fully each visit, cock buried in her pussy or ass while the kids watched or helped hold her breasts. Tim's first time came gentle—his young cock sliding into her mouth as she sucked, milk in his veins making him eager. Lily explored with fingers and tongue, lapping at Sarah's clit while Mr. Rao fucked from behind.
It built slow, each act releasing floods of milk, the family nourished and entwined. Greenfield's quiet hid their secret world, where mother became hucow, used and loved in equal measure, the magic bottle's gift unfolding without end.
That night, after tucking Tim and Lily into bed, Sarah couldn't sleep. The ache in her core pulsed insistently, her pussy slick and swollen from the day's unresolved tension. She slipped from her room, the floorboards creaking softly under her bare feet. In the dim kitchen, moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the table. She poured a small cup from the bottle, sipping slowly, feeling the warmth bloom in her chest and trickle lower.
Her hand wandered down, fingers brushing over her mound through the thin nightgown. She gasped at the sensitivity, parting her thighs as she leaned against the counter. One finger dipped between her folds, circling her clit lightly. Milk leaked from her nipples, soaking the fabric in twin wet patches. She pinched one, drawing out a spurt that arced to the floor, the relief mingling with frustration. It wasn't enough— the magic craved more, deeper connection.
The next morning, routine chores pulled her back to normalcy. Tim helped with the firewood, stacking logs with growing strength, sweat glistening on his young brow. Lily gathered eggs from the coop, her laughter echoing as a hen pecked at her shoes. Sarah milked the borrowed goat, her own breasts jealous and heavy, but she pushed through, saving her expression for later.
Mr. Rao arrived mid-afternoon, his truck loaded with more supplies—barrels of feed and a basket of fresh herbs. 'Brought extras,' he said, unloading with Tim's help. His eyes met Sarah's as he carried a crate to the barn, the kids trailing behind with smaller loads. 'For the abundance you're building.'
Once inside the dim barn, away from prying ears, he set the crate down and turned to her. 'Last time helped, didn't it? The flow's stronger now.' His voice was low, rough like gravel.
Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushing. 'It did. But... it's building again. Faster.'
He stepped closer, the scent of hay and earth clinging to him. 'Let me check. Properly this time.' His hands were on her shoulders before she could think, guiding her to sit on the stool. The kids were outside, playing with a stray kitten they'd found, their voices distant.
She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, her heavy breasts tumbling free—nipples thick and erect, already beading with milk. Mr. Rao knelt, his callused palms cupping the undersides, lifting their weight. 'Fuller every day,' he murmured, thumbs grazing the veins. He squeezed gently at first, milk squirting in fine streams into the pail he'd placed below. But then his touch deepened, fingers kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Sarah moaned softly, her head falling back. The pulls sent jolts straight to her pussy, making it clench and weep. 'More,' she whispered, surprising herself.
He obliged, mouth replacing his hand on one nipple. His lips sealed around it, tongue lapping the milk as he sucked hard, drawing out thick gushes. The sensation was electric—wet heat enveloping her, his free hand massaging the other breast in tandem. Milk flowed freely, some dribbling down his chin, but he swallowed greedily, humming approval.
Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. Between her legs, she felt empty, aching. She shifted on the stool, her skirt riding up, exposing her thighs. Mr. Rao noticed, his hand sliding down her belly, fingers tracing the edge of her undergarments. 'The magic wants this,' he said against her skin, voice muffled. 'Let it.'
She parted her legs, breath hitching as he tugged the fabric aside. His rough finger found her slit, slick and hot, stroking from entrance to clit in slow drags. Sarah bucked, milk spraying harder into his mouth from the added stimulation. He circled her nub, pressing firmly, while two fingers pushed inside her pussy, stretching the wet walls.
'So tight,' he growled, pumping slowly. 'Been too long without this.'
She rode his hand, hips grinding, the barn filling with the wet sounds of his fingers fucking her. Her orgasm built fast, coiling tight—then shattered, her pussy spasming around him as she cried out, milk flooding his mouth in response.
He pulled back, lips shiny, and stood, unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking pre-cum. 'Now the real release,' he said, guiding her to bend over a hay bale. Sarah braced her hands, ass presented, pussy dripping down her thighs.
He rubbed the head along her folds, coating himself, then thrust in—one long, deep slide until his balls pressed against her. Sarah gasped, the fullness overwhelming, her inner muscles gripping him. He started slow, pulling out halfway before slamming back, each fuck making her breasts swing and leak onto the hay.
'Fuck, you're milking me already,' he grunted, hands gripping her hips, pounding harder. The rhythm built, skin slapping skin, her pussy squelching around his cock. She reached under, rubbing her clit, chasing another peak.
The barn door creaked—Tim's voice calling, 'Mom? Mr. Rao? Lunch is ready!'
They froze, Mr. Rao buried deep, pulsing inside her. 'Just finishing up!' he called back, voice steady. He ground against her once more, whispering, 'Come for me quiet.'
Sarah bit her lip, clenching around him as waves crashed over her again, silent but intense. He followed, cock throbbing as he pumped cum deep into her pussy, hot spurts filling her up.
He pulled out slowly, cum trickling down her leg. 'Clean up,' he said, tucking himself away. 'We'll continue this—properly. The magic needs it regular.'
Sarah dressed hastily, the afterglow mixing with a thrill of secrecy. At lunch, she sat gingerly, the kids chattering about the kitten. Mr. Rao ate heartily, his foot brushing hers under the table—a promise of more.
Evenings shifted subtly after that. With the kids, the feedings grew more intimate. Lily nursed longer, her small hand sometimes wandering to Sarah's belly, innocent touches that sparked heat. Tim's sucks turned exploratory, his tongue swirling around the nipple, eyes meeting hers with a budding curiosity.
One night, after they finished, Tim lingered, hand on her thigh. 'Mom, does it feel good? When we do this?'
She stroked his cheek. 'It does, sweetie. Helps me a lot.'
Lily yawned but added, 'Can we make it feel better? Like hugging more?'
Sarah pulled them close, their bodies pressing against her. Under the covers, as stories wound down, hands roamed—Tim's fingers tracing her breast's curve, Lily's leg dbanging over her hip. No rush, just warmth building, the magic weaving them tighter.
Mr. Rao returned twice that week, each visit escalating. The second time, in the barn again, he fucked her from behind while she expressed into the pail, his cock slamming deep as milk jetted out in sync. The third, he had her on her back in the hayloft, legs wrapped around him, pussy stretched wide as he rutted slow and deep, cum flooding her until it leaked out with every thrust.
The kids sensed the change—Sarah's glow, the extra milk in their meals. Tim asked once, 'Is Mr. Rao helping with the special milk?'
'Yes,' she said honestly. 'He's teaching me how to make more for us.'
Gradually, the boundaries blurred. One afternoon, while Mr. Rao fixed the roof with Tim watching, Sarah felt the pull strong. Lily helped her in the kitchen, but the ache won. 'Come here,' Sarah said, lifting her daughter to the table. She bared one breast, Lily latching eagerly. But as milk flowed, Sarah's hand slipped between her own thighs, fingers dipping into her cum-slick pussy from the morning's quick fuck with Mr. Rao.
Lily unlatched, eyes wide. 'Mommy's wet there too?'
Sarah hesitated, then guided Lily's small hand lower, just to feel. 'Like this... gentle.' Lily's fingers brushed her folds curiously, innocent strokes that made Sarah shudder, milk leaking anew.
Tim walked in then, pausing. 'What's happening?'
'Helping Mom feel good,' Lily said matter-of-factly.
He joined, hand on Sarah's other breast, squeezing lightly. The three of them touched—exploring, no words needed. Sarah's pussy throbbed, fingers now joined by Tim's tentative ones, sliding along her wetness. She came softly, body trembling, pulling them into a hug.
The magic deepened, production soaring. Sarah's body craved the touches, the fucks—from Mr. Rao's rough cock pounding her in hidden corners, to the kids' budding intimacies, hands and mouths learning her curves. The village remained oblivious, but in their home, the flow turned endless, binding them in milky, heated bliss.
Weeks passed, the transformation rooting deeper. Sarah's breasts hung lower, udder-like in their heft, always ready. Mr. Rao spoke of sharing more—bringing the kids into the full circle, slowly. 'They're ready to learn,' he said one evening, after fucking her ass for the first time, his cum dripping from her stretched hole as she milked herself dry.
She agreed, the idea sparking fresh arousal. That night, with the family gathered, feedings evolved—Tim's mouth on one nipple, Lily on the other, Mr. Rao's hands guiding, his cock hard against her thigh. Touches turned to strokes, innocent to intimate, the air thick with promise.
The fucking parts unfolded naturally: Mr. Rao taking Sarah fully each visit, cock buried in her pussy or ass while the kids watched or helped hold her breasts. Tim's first time came gentle—his young cock sliding into her mouth as she sucked, milk in his veins making him eager. Lily explored with fingers and tongue, lapping at Sarah's clit while Mr. Rao fucked from behind.
It built slow, each act releasing floods of milk, the family nourished and entwined. Greenfield's quiet hid their secret world, where mother became hucow, used and loved in equal measure, the magic bottle's gift unfolding without end.
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