Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2022 10:38:35 -0700 From: Hey All Subject: Fertility Temple, Milk Daughter (bisexual, incest) "Fertility Temple, Milk Daughter" by HeyAll The following story contains incest between a father, mother, and daughter. F/F and M/F/F. Breast milk and impregnation. To find my other stories on Nifty, do a search for 'heyall' Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories There are three perspectives in this story: *** DAUGHTER'S PERSPECTIVE: NEW MILK The irony was that Clarissa never wanted to go on the trip. She wanted to stay home and focus on the law firm internship she had. But when she returned from the brief South American trip, she was glad she went. Her parents were anthropology professors, so visiting the ancient temples was like heaven to them. Clarissa was thrilled to see her prudish and academic-minded parents having so much fun. She felt refreshed returning to work after the trip. It felt like the sort of reset she needed from the busy law firm schedule. Getting back to work, she was determined to make an impression. Clarissa was speaking to an attorney about a breach of contract claim they were looking into for a client. Most of her day-to-day activities involved doing case research and helping to draft documents. "See what you can find on anticipatory repudiation," the lawyer said. "Particularly cases within the last 10 years involving construction. The law has sort of evolved." She nodded. "Sure, I'll get right on it. Did you also want me to...uh...." Freezing mid-sentence, Clarissa felt a pang in her gut. Another pang around her chest area forced her to curl her lips. "Is... everything okay?" the lawyer asked with concern. She forced a smile, "Oh, sorry, I'm fine." The lawyer asked again if she was okay and she laughed it off. After getting her instructions for the day's work, she snuck off to the bathroom for much needed privacy. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she gently pressed her palm into her stomach, wondering what it could have been. By then, the feeling was already gone. Afterwards she opened her blouse to examine in her chest. Breast examinations were something she took seriously and did on a routine basis. She worried that today would be the day that she found something. She pressed two fingers around her chest, looking for any lumps. With a press on top of her left breast, she noticed a funny feeling inside of her bra. It almost felt ticklish. She pulled at the left cup of her bra, looking at her pink nipple, and she noticed a trickle of wetness. Sweat? Possibly, but she had never burst out sweating before, much less from her breast area. Standing underneath the white fluorescent light, she examined her nipple more closely. A drop of liquid was forming at the tip of her pink nipple. The color was white. And that was the moment Clarissa's life changed forever. *** It was late in the afternoon when she arrived home. She managed to maintain her composure throughout her day in the office. Being the new girl meant working diligently without making a fuss. Both of her parents were university professors who were forced to teach online because of the pandemic. Since this was a situation sensitive to women, she waited until dad was sitting in the living room watching tv before she could talk to mom about it. Clarissa was barefoot in her office clothes when she pulled mom aside into her parent's bedroom. The last thing she wanted to do was touch her bra because she didn't know what she was dealing with. "What's wrong?" mom asked. "Everything okay? How was work?" "Work is fine. Can I ask you something weird? In our family genes and medical history, is it normal for... ummm...." "Go ahead. You can tell me anything." That was always the case between them. Her mother had been her confidant and one of her best friends. She had long considered herself blessed to have such a relationship with her mother. Clarissa gulped. "Does our family have a history of producing breast milk?" "Well, yes, of course," mom snickered. "It certainly helped you grow." She shook her head. "No, no. I mean, before pregnancy. Or even before conception. I read online that it's possible." "That's never been the case, to my knowledge. Why?" The mood between them was tense. Clarissa had always been open with her mother about medical needs, and her mother was generous with information. Their conversations about the female body were always candid. "I think I was..." Clarissa paused for a moment. "I think it happened to me today. I don't know. It tickled and milk came out." "Milk? Are you sure?" Clarissa gulped. "Mom, it was milk. I tasted it." Her mother looked dumbfounded by the news, as anyone would be. "And you're serious about this?" "Completely serious." Mom sucked in a deep breath. "Lactation generally occurs at the midpoint of pregnancy. Maybe you're pregnant and you don't know it yet. Perhaps you're producing milk early." "I only practice safe sex with condoms and I've researched all the signs of pregnancy. What I feel is something totally different." "What do you feel?" Clarissa gathered her thoughts. "I felt a pang deep in my lower gut where my ovaries and uterus are. Then I felt the same thing in my chest area, around my breasts. It almost felt ticklish there. I went to the bathroom and did a breast exam, then milk came out. It's the craziest thing." "How long has this been happening?" "Literally just today. I think I touched a poisonous plant when we were in the jungle. Or it could have been an insect. I don't know." There was a long pause. "Oh my god," mom replied with wide eyes. "What? Do you think it's a disease or infection?" Instead of replying, mom said `follow me,' and they brisked out of the bedroom and into the home office, where both parents kept their books and research material. Mom took a few minutes to sift through the home library. Finally, mom was flipping through a book which appeared to be several decades old, before putting her finger on something to read. "Oh my god," mom said again, speed reading the paragraphs. "You're going to think I'm insane." "After the day I've had, I'm open to anything." "Remember the fertility temple we visited?" "How could I forget?" Clarissa replied. "You and dad were so excited." "You touched the small statue on the shrine." It only took a few seconds before Clarissa realized what her mother was implying. Yes, it was insane, but her parents were big believers in the supernatural. Clarissa, on the other hand, was more of a fact-based person, which is why she went into law. "You're actually suggesting I'm possessed?" Clarissa asked with great skepticism. "Not possessed. In their culture, you're blessed. There have been reports for centuries about this temple and it always gets brushed off. Who knows, it may be more real than we think." "That's a big stretch," Clarissa replied. "Open your top." "All of it?" "Show me your breasts," mom demanded. "I have to see this with my own eyes before we can proceed with this theory." They used to be topless around each other for bra-fittings, changing rooms, and swimming at various locations around the world. It was always innocent. And they hadn't done it as much in recent years. But she trusted her mother's judgment more than anyone's. Clarissa removed her blazer, undid her blouse, and unclipped her bra, putting everything on the table. She stood topless before her mother, with pert breasts and pink nipples on full display. She kept her hands down while mom gave a visual inspection of the breasts, the same way a doctor would during a routine exam. "You look fuller," mom noted, before holding her hand out. "Do you mind?" "Go for it." It was the first time her breast had ever been touched by her mother. In any other circumstance, she would have been grossed out. But this was a medical situation and her mother was an incredibly knowledgeable woman. Her breasts were gently poked and prodded by mom's finger for nearly a minute. It was when mom pressed her fingers hard onto the underside of the right breast that milk shot from the nipple, directly onto mom's face. It's a horrifying sight for any daughter, seeing her milk squirted onto mom's face. She watched her mother's shocked reaction, stepping back, then wiping it away. Neither of them said anything for a while. "Yes, this tastes like real breast milk," mom said, wiping some of the milk from her face and licking it. "I'm scared." "Don't be scared. We have to tell your father. He wrote a thesis on South American temples and he's done extensive research on the supernatural aspects as well." As she watched her milk twirling around in mom's mouth, Clarissa knew that this was only the beginning. *** The family dining table was a place for eating and having family discussions about random things. Now, as they all sat there, everyone had a serious face as dad took a moment to digest the major news. "If the folklore is true..." dad said before giving a dramatic pause, "then it should only be temporary." "You and mom are freaking me out." "Sorry, but I've read countless local reports and journalist accounts that have spanned centuries. I never thought it was real, but I've always been open to the possibility that it is." Clarissa tried figuring out which had shocked her more. That she now had breast milk. Or that her parents were true believers in the power of a `fertility temple.' Surely there was a plausible medical explanation for all this. "Maybe I should ask my doctor," she said. "And say what?" The question was a cold reminder of how bizarre this situation was. Her dad, with the blunt question, had a point. It would sound crazy telling this to a doctor, having to explain that she went to a temple and now her young body was changing. "You're right," she replied, acknowledging her father's subtle hint. "My doctor will think I'm out of my mind." "There could very well be a rational explanation for all this. It could be a bug bite or a reaction to plant poisoning, as you had suggested." Clarissa sighed, "You really think it's the fertility temple?" "Yes, I do. Honestly, I do." Her dad reached out for her hand and she held it. Their bond was tight and she always trusted her father's opinion. The look in dad's eyes was one of certainty. "Okay, assuming that's true," she said, giving in to this theory. "Then what? How does it work?" "Well, assuming it's true, it should only be a temporary matter. There's a reason why there's no research behind the spiritual aspects of these temples. It's because the effects gradually fade away and there's nothing left to study." "Have you read anything about a cure?" Dad shook his head. "It's a fertility temple. I'm sure you can imagine what the only remedy this temple wants is." "Breeding?" she asked, blushing. "That's what it was intended for. I'm only telling you what I've read. By all accounts, it should be gone in a few days." "I do feel better," she said after some thought. "I don't feel as queasy. It could have just been a weird reaction to something." "That's a logical conclusion. If things continue, then you should contact your doctor." Clarissa managed to smile. "Thanks for making me feel better. This whole day is surreal." *** At night she had vivid dreams. The dreams felt like recreations of her memories from the fertility temple. She could feel the humidity on her skin and the warmth of the air. In her mind, she could see the shrines and statues once again, noticing their beauty in a new way. She felt her hand touching a shrine. Her fingers felt electric. A powerful sensation waved through her breasts and pelvic area. They started to feel swollen. The next image in her dream was with her mother, when mom had examined her breasts. Only this time, she dreamt that her mother had sucked her nipples. Such blasphemy! But it felt so right. Her legs crossed from the pleasure of mom's mouth. She dreamt of a swollen belly and both of her parents sucking at each breast, excess milk flowing out of each mouth. Their hands on her round, impregnated stomach. Clarissa's legs squirmed from the forced orgasm as she slept. MOTHER'S PERSPECTIVE: FAMILY DUTIES From the moment Liz woke up at dawn, she knew something was wrong. Her body was covered in sweat and her husband seemed perplexed by it. At her middle-age, it was common to have small issues here and this, but this was scary. Even stranger, she was drenched between the legs. "Something's wrong," she told her husband. He became fully alert. "What is it?" "I dreamt of the fertility temple. Of Clarissa. Of our life as a family." "Was there anything particularly unusual?" Liz pulled the blanket away, revealing her sweaty body beneath the nightgown. She lifted the lower half of her nightgown to show the wet pool between her legs. "I had an orgasm while I slept," she said. "That's never happened to me before." Her husband put his glasses on and gave it a close inspection. There was no doubt that it was an orgasm. "You said you dreamt of the fertility temple," he inquired. "Tell me about that." "I could feel it so clearly. Goodness, it was like I was there again!" He thought for a moment. "And what about Clarissa?" "Yesterday afternoon I examined her breasts. Some of her milk squirted onto my face, which I tasted. I ingested her milk. And I... I... imagined that in my dream." The tone in her voice was ominous, as if suggesting that whatever spiritual power was in their daughter's breast milk had now been transferred. Her husband picked up that suggestion right away. "Fascinating," he pondered. "Do you feel anything else?" "Mild nausea. I need a long shower and I'll have to wash the sheets." "Wait a minute." She remained still as her husband pulled the strap of her nightgown to expose her round breast. Her husband squeezed and pressed around the sides of the tit and she felt a firm pressure. It was something familiar. Something she hadn't experienced in two decades. Milk squirted from her nipple. Her husband was so shocked that he exposed her other tit and repeated the same process. Again, milk was expressed from her other boob, leaving both nipples with milk leaking at the tips. "Oh jeez," he gasped. "Tell me again about your dream. What did you envision with Clarissa?" Liz gulped. "It's something that's never, ever crossed my mind before. Never in my entire life. I swear." "I know, Liz. It's the temple. What did you dream about?" "Well, I dreamt that I nursed our daughter's breasts. It was so vivid that it feels like it actually happened." He didn't hesitate. "You need to speak to our daughter. Immediately." "Do you have a plan?" she asked. "I might. And I don't think you're going to like it." Seeing her husband's enthusiasm gave her comfort. At least someone knew what they were doing. *** After a quick shower, Liz went to her daughter's room, while her husband prepared breakfast and brewed coffee. Her daughter was also fresh from a shower, a light touch of makeup on her face, as she was preparing for work in the law firm. They had already talked openly and honestly about all that occurred while they slept. Liz's husband had assumed correctly, both women had the same dreams of the fertility temple. It could have been a freak coincidence, but what are the odds of that? "Hormonal changes can be difficult," Liz said, sifting through her daughter's closet. "You're basically a pregnant woman, as far as your body is concerned." Her daughter Clarissa was in a tshirt and shorts, with freshly dried hair. At this hour of the morning, they'd normally be having breakfast as a family before heading their separate ways. Now their fates were intertwined. "As long as everything is under control," Clarissa said, accepting that her day would be a challenge. "Plenty of working women in the office are able to handle their breast milk. You'll be fine." "But that's gradual. Mine literally came out of nowhere." Liz could sense the fear in her daughter's voice. This was the unknown, and Clarissa was right, breast milk comes gradually during pregnancy. It was something that a woman's body grew to adapt. It was how nature is supposed to work. "We'll have to adjust to our new circumstance," Liz replied in a motherly voice. "I promise you, it'll be fine. I used to teach courses while lactating and it became manageable after finding the right routine." "Did you use a breast pump?" "Yes, I did. But you can manage by pumping your breasts into a cup. It's a simple process, though a bit time consuming." Clarissa nodded. "The lawyers will think I'm slacking if I keep running off to the bathroom." "Which is why you'll have to be fast. I'll teach you." Liz found the perfect ensemble in her daughter's closet. A pencil skirt. A blazer. A loose blouse that could easily be lifted, to avoid having to redo the buttons. A bra that had adequate padding to hold any excess milk if leakage occurred in the office. "You have great taste," Clarissa smiled. "If it's one thing I've learned as a mother, it's that buttons are your enemy. They're time consuming. When you're in the bathroom, lift your blouse, then lift your bra and milk yourself into a cup. Quick and easy." "Makes sense, mom. All I have to do is pray that no one else needs to use the bathroom while I'm there." Liz always had a chuckle at her daughter's playful sarcasm. It made their relationship lively, as both of them were smart women with a dry sense of humor. Pushing the awkwardness aside, she insisted on helping her daughter get dressed, and her daughter seemed okay with it under the present circumstance. Liz turned around while her daughter slipped into the panties. Then Liz helped her daughter wear the office skirt. Her daughter looked cute wearing a home tshirt with a professional skirt. It was a fun contrast of youth and professionalism. As a mother, it's hard letting go of a daughter's youthful side for sentimental reasons. "I'll need to look at your breasts again," Liz said, before doing anything with her daughter's tshirt. "Your father thinks it's best. Do you mind?" "Sure, go ahead," Clarissa replied in a cheeky tone, almost blushing at the prospect of this happening. "Things are a little different than before." "I'm sure." Liz removed the tshirt with her daughter's help and saw the pert breasts. Unlike yesterday, her daughter's chest looked swollen, as if almost an entire cup size bigger. The pink nipples also protruded more. "You seem shocked, mom," Clarissa said while modeling. "I am. You've truly grown since yesterday." "What about yours? Are your breasts swollen, too?" "Not at my age," Liz replied with a smile. "These days, my breasts only drift in one direction. South." "Honestly, a lot of guys think that's hot. Maybe even some younger women as well." There was a mischievous look on her daughter's face that always made Liz want to laugh. Even in times like this, her daughter was a saving grace. With the clock ticking, Liz took the bra and placed the straps between her daughter's arms, bringing the cups to her daughter's breasts. When she tried to clip the bra behind her daughter's back, she noticed that the cups were a tight squeeze. Clipping the bra, she saw her daughter's breasts struggling. "Does it hurt?" Liz asked. "It looks like the cup size is too small." "Yeah, it kind of hurts. It'll be uncomfortable. What did you do when you were pregnant?" "I drained them regularly, as all women do." Their eyes locked and they knew what had to be done. Neither of them were ever squeamish when it came to the functions of the human body. After all, Liz had spent her adult life studying human biology in all forms, and this was no different. If anything, this was part of life studies and would only further her learning. Liz shimmied her daughter's bra. "If you were drained, I'm sure this bra would fit a little easier. Believe it or not, breasts do change sizes when properly drained." "Mom, the last thing I need is to be leaking at the law firm. These are important people and I'm hoping to land a full-time job there." "So, I'm guessing you want me to do the honors." "A tutorial, if we can call it that," Clarissa replied. "Precisely." Liz removed her daughter's bra, tossing it aside, and she stared at the breasts again. This time, the breasts seemed to have a magnetic quality about them. Sure, she had always appreciated the female form. Who doesn't? But this was something different. As she started breathing harder, she noticed her daughter doing the same. The nipples became erect and were begging to be sucked. It was impossible for Liz to take her eyes away from them. "Mom, why is my heart pounding?" Clarissa asked with a sense of panic. "Are you feeling that, too? Or am I the only one?" "Clearly it's the... I don't even want to say it." "The temple. That's what you're thinking, right?" "Do you feel a thumping sensation between your legs?" Clarissa's legs nearly crossed while standing. "My clitoris hurts." With a foggy mind, Liz decided to do whatever it took for her daughter's best interest, which was always the case. She bent down and took Clarissa's nipple into her mouth, starting with the right one first. This was the first time she had ever done this for another woman, and the feeling was delightful as expected. The nipple was erect and she sucked on it. Milk sprayed into her mouth from the suction. It was sweet and delicious. Her daughter moaned. There was no doubt that this was sexual intimacy. Liz felt a warm feeling inside of her and thumping between her legs, and Clarissa kept on moaning. "Does it always feel this good?" Clarissa asked with a blissful air. Liz continued draining the breast as quickly as possible, drinking it down for nearly two minutes, breathing steadily through her nose. When the nipple was done, she gave the stiff pink nipple a generous series of licks to prevent fluids from dripping. "I've never heard a woman moan from nursing," Liz said, licking the nipple again. "What you must be going through is something surreal. God, your nipple looks divine." She gazed at her daughter's chest. The right breast was now smaller thanks to the oral draining. The hypnotic feeling remained and Liz felt something spiritual. This went far beyond modern science. It must have been the temple's doing. Even though her stomach was kind of full from drinking a lot of milk, Liz was still devoted to making this as smooth as possible for her daughter. So she started on the left breast, taking in the nipple and nursing on it. This time she used both hands to squeeze at the tit, causing milk to spray from the nipple and into her mouth. The hand motion combined with her suction made Clarissa squirm even harder and moan louder. It was obscene for any mother/daughter to be sharing an experience like this, but under the circumstance, it was pure necessity. Her daughter made a low purring sound the entire time, trembling from the process, adjusting to the new feeling of breastfeeding, while they ventured in the new terrain of whatever the fertility temple was doing to their bodies and minds. After a few minutes, the breast was drained enough. Liz gave both breasts soft rubs to soothe them for extra comfort, since this was a totally new feeling for Clarissa. "I never thought I'd nurse my own daughter," Liz said with a shy smile, using the back of her hand to wipe the excess milk from her mouth. "The concept seems so backwards." Clarissa was awestruck. "Mom, I had an orgasm." "You what?!" It was a startling admission. Giving her daughter an orgasm was far beyond what was necessary. She took a deep breath, focused, and kept reminding herself that the situation was out of their control. "I had an orgasm," Clarissa repeated. "Did you feel the same? Were you on the verge of anything? I saw the look on your face. I've never seen that expression from you before. You almost seemed... different." There was no point in denying anything since it was true. Liz licked her lips. "I think I was close. But without proper physical stimulation, I wasn't going to cum. It would be wholly inappropriate if I did." "Your breasts need to be drained as well, don't they?" She could see in her daughter's eyes where this was headed. Like any young person, Clarissa had a sexual side, and this was the first time Liz had ever witnessed it. She could tell that her daughter was struggling with these lustful feelings. And she could tell that it was a losing battle. "Clarissa, I'm your mother. And I'm working from home for online classes. I can certainly drain myself." How she hoped that would diffuse the situation. It didn't. Clarissa looked like a young woman in heat. For her own mother! "Please?" Clarissa asked in a small voice. "Please... just let me... I want to return the favor. I want to try it. I want to learn, so I could... you know... be able to handle things in the office." It was a valid reason, though Liz could still see the fire in her daughter's eyes. How this young woman was craving such forbidden things. As a mother, how could she torture her daughter? She felt the need to give in to her daughter's naughty demands. Liz gave a curt nod. "Fine. You're right. You'll need to learn how to properly drain yourself in the office. Let me show you." Pulling up her own tshirt, Liz exposed her bra, which she also lifted, letting her heavy breasts fall free from the cups. Her boobs were much larger than her daughter's, hanging like round globes with generous brown nipples that were already erect, waiting to be sucked. Her daughter's jaw nearly dropped at the sight. She saw Clarissa licking her lips. "They seem... huge..." Clarissa said in a mesmerized tone. Even though Clarissa had seen her boobs plenty of times, this was the first time they had garnered such a reaction. It's the temple, it's the temple, Liz reminded herself. Her daughter wasn't a pervert. It's the temple. "They're fuller," Liz replied. "I almost feel 10 years younger because of the fullness." "How should I start?" Liz felt a surprising sense of anticipation. "It's very simple. Take a nipple into your mouth. Give it a suck. Squeeze around the sides of my breast. Make sure you don't spill. Oh, and breathe through your nose." "Yes, mom." She could hardly look when her daughter attacked her chest. Her daughter was a smart girl who knew how to follow the rules precisely, so as expected, the task was done with excellent form. But what Liz hadn't expected was the tenacity that her daughter brought. It was like Clarissa hadn't eaten in days and was desperate for anything with nutrients. She watched her daughter sucking so hard, that the nipple was being stretched. Clarissa's hands squeezed at the breasts, kneading it like dough. It was such an intense sensation and sight to behold. "Slow down," Liz said softly. There was no reply. Instead, her beautiful daughter continued to suck and slurp on each of her nipples. It was exactly what the fertility temple wanted. It was the thing that was pulling them so powerfully together. The loss of control was scary, but the sensations helped overcome that fear. "Sweety, you're going to make me cum," Liz said, rubbing the back of her daughter's head, fingers intertwining with long hair. Clarissa spit a nipple out. "It'll be unlike anything you've ever felt before. Trust me. I love you, mom." When each nipple was being sucked again, Liz knew there was something off. It sounded like her daughter. But she knew the difference. This was her daughter in extreme heat, drinking down mom's breast milk as if their lives depended on it. "God, please don't make me cum," Liz cried to herself with tears coming out of her eyes, fighting her own body's reaction. The fight was futile and the overwhelming sexual lust was too much. As her nipples were being sucked by her beautiful daughter, Liz had an orgasm that was out of this world. There was nothing normal about it. Her body shivered and shook. The heat in her core was so intense that she broke out into a cool sweat from the nipple climax. By then, her breasts were drained and her body trembled from the orgasm. Her daughter marveled at her own work and their eyes met while standing face to face. She had always thought her daughter was an attractive young woman, but now, this was different. Her daughter looked like a vision of sex with milk leaking from the lips. "You made me cum," Liz gulped, unsure of what else to say. "I don't know what came over me," Clarissa said, gently leaning in to kiss mom's neck and chin. "It feels so right, mom. It still does." "Yes, I know it does, honey. I know it does. That's what scares me." Her daughter whispered, "It scares me, too. Kiss me." With the utmost hesitance, Clarissa brought her wet lips forward, and Liz froze before accepting the kiss. Their mouths touched and their tongues came out, swapping the flavor of their breast milk. FATHER'S PERSPECTIVE: IMPREGNATING DAUGHTER My wife told me everything. The breastfeeding. The orgasms. The kissing. She was flabbergasted by what happened with Clarissa, but she was also able to keep things in perspective. I spent much of the day making phone calls and sending emails. Luckily, I was able to get a little more information on this temple. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make a difference, however small. Liz was very much your average middle-aged woman when it came to sex. She wanted it a few times a week and she was always honest about her desires. On that day, in between the college courses she taught using Zoom, she desperately needed to masturbate. She did it in the living room, away from her laptop because she was paranoid something might accidentally show on her webcam. She got naked, fingered herself, and demanded to receive oral sex. Her breasts were a hot mess that needed to be drained regularly. It was like she was a nursing mother once again with the amount of milk she produced. All of that was nothing compared to when Clarissa came home from the law firm. She was on the verge of tears and she cried in the living room when she explained how stressful her day was. "It was so embarrassing!" Clarissa said, holding back her sobs. "The deposition lasted 5 hours and I had to take extra breaks. Everyone looked at me when I left or entered the conference room." My wife did a great job of consoling our daughter. Liz replied, "It's only temporary, darling. Your father's new research says this will only last a couple of days." "How can I survive? The firm is handling a major lawsuit and I have to impress the lawyers I work with." Clarissa sobbed and my wife held her. That was when my wife promised our daughter that it would be okay, that Clarissa's breasts needed to be drained more often and more techniques would have to be used at home. It was hard to recognize my wife, who started undoing our daughter's top right then and there. Breasts freed, my wife was like a woman possessed, sucking at our daughter's nipples. This gave great pleasure to both women and it was extremely interesting to observe. "Thank you, mom," Clarissa moaned, leaning back onto the couch while being nursed. Both of these women had a surreal reaction to breastfeeding each other when they were both topless. They had multiple orgasms as well. They were ashamed each time they came, but they gave in. The power of the temple was even more profound than I expected. My wife asked me to explain to Clarissa what else I had learned, because my wife wanted me to proceed with it, even though we were both hesitant. "Intercourse is what the temple wants," I reluctantly stated. "The power and cravings will fade over time, but for now, it wants sex. Clarissa, you'll have to endure the pain these next few days." Clarissa wiped her tears and pulled her panties down. "Dad, look what it did to me. It was like this all day. Please, you have to help me! Please!!!" Her panties were drenched and stained. How agonizing it must have been for her being at the law firm with that between her legs. The extent of her arousal was far greater than I ever could have imagined. And her pussy. My god, her pussy. My wife and I both marveled at Clarissa's spread legs. As adults, we never expected to see her pussy. No parent ever should. But in the moment, we had to look. Her tight, pink cunt was dripping with juices. My wife had a compassionate and remorseful expression on her face as she gestured for me to come closer. So I did. When my wife pulled my pants down, I had an erection. Clarissa kept her legs open and leaned back. Her eyes with drying tears. Her nipples rock hard and leaking milk. And that pussy. Her pussy was leaking fluids onto the carpet and my wife spread the labia. It was the first time we fucked. Each thrust made her cry. Tears rolled down her face. My wife later told me an estimate that Clarissa must have had at least five orgasms from that first fuck session. Clarissa's face was contorted and twisted, with eyes wide. When I tried so very hard to pull out, Clarissa refused. She ran track in high school and college, and she keeps in great shape by running and doing squats in the gym. So when her legs wrapped around me, there was nowhere for me to go. The end result was that my cum flooded her pussy, which made her smile. It was what the fertility temple wanted from her. It was what compelled her body and mind to act like this. For the rest of the day, her hormones cooled and she was so thankful for the relief. And in the days after, my wife gave Clarissa plenty of oral attention, sucking at those milk filled breasts in the morning and evening, keeping them as drained as possible to make things easier at the law firm. It didn't end there. Clarissa had gotten pregnant, and strangely, she loved the idea. To this day, I'm not sure if that was truly her wish, or if the fertility temple had altered her thoughts. Her belly grew and she demanded regular sex sessions to keep up with her hormones. So we had sex daily, with my wife there to facilitate and keep things clean with her mouth and tongue. Clarissa also slept in bed with us. Her favorite spot was in the center of the bed, so that my wife and I could hold her, caressing her belly and full breasts. Of course, she slept naked every night and was happy that way. To the outside world, no one knows. It would ruin our family. But in our household, things worked out. Clarissa landed a full-time job at the law firm a year later, and as soon as she got home, she'd remove her suit to get naked, demanding that her breasts be drained and her pussy be fucked. THE END Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories