Being A Good Dad - Part III - Sex Stories

Being A Good Dad - Part III

... lives in front of him. He told her what he was thinking and she agreed to not use the blanket at feeding time anymore. But she asked how they were going to explain this change to her husband and her mom.

Justin said he'd talk with her and work it out and not to worry.

For a while, they just sat and relaxed, enjoying the peace and serenity of the afternoon. Justin rested his hand on Brie's thigh and put his head back as well, listening to his grandson sucking happily on his mama.

Justin even dozed for a bit, content and comfortable in the events of the weekend. He should have been feeling stressed and anxious about when his wife got home, but he had never been more relaxed and positive about how the world should be.

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He felt a hand on his shoulder lightly shaking him awake. He had been relaxed and fallen asleep. His dreams were wonderful and he wanted five more minutes with them, like an enjoyable party with friends that you never want to leave.

"Daddy?" Brie whispered. "Daddy, time to wake up. You have chores to do."

In his half-awakened state, he turned away from the voice and the hand shaking him and said, "A few more minutes, please. I'll get to the chores in a few more minutes."

"Daddy, they aren't those kinds of chores. I'm full again. Your grandchild doesn't have as big an appetite as you do. My breasts are getting sore. Please, help me." It wasn't said in a sexual way or in a whiny way but as a ...

... request.

The words got through and his eyes popped open.

"I'm awake, I'm here. What do you need me to do? Put me in coach, I won't let you down." he said as his eyes blinked, fighting to stay open.

Brie laughed. "Easy, Daddy. I'm just feeling sore again and my breasts are really heavy. How do you want to do this?"

It shouldn't have been awkward after what they had experienced earlier, but with time and clothing back in place, the act of undressing his daughter made him think twice.

He hemmed and hawed and his hands moved in to grab her body to help her position herself and then retreated as he got self-conscious about where his hands were going.

Brie stood there and looked amused at him, knowing exactly what was going through his head. Every moment, however, was getting more and more uncomfortable so she took charge, put a hand against his chest, and pushed him back on the couch, then straddled him.

The position put her breasts at the perfect height for his mouth. All he had to do was pull her shirt up or down and start drinking. But still, he hesitated and looked like a comedian trying to open a box from a famous Swedish furniture store.

She let him flounder for two more minutes for sheer entertainment value and then reached up and ripped her shirt and bra off over her head in one motion. Without hesitation, she hefted her left breast and rested the nipple on her father's lips.

His mouth opened instinctually and she squeezed a shot of milk onto his ...