Maternal Takeover

"See? Isn't this so much better, Regan? Why do you even want to be with Carlos when you have a mouth full of Mommy's Milk, huh?" Neither Regan or I were lesbians, of course, and I had no attraction to the pretty little brunette, but the more I could do to tempt her to give up, the better things would be for my chances.

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I blushed shyly as I suckled softly on Mary's chest.  Dribbles of milk spilled over my tongue and I swallowed it.  Last year, I would have never humiliated myself like this!  But Daddy made his decision.  If I wanted to be his, I would be his baby girl.  If Mary wanted to be his, she would care for me like an infant.  At first, I was livid.  I would never do something like that.  But I couldn't lose Daddy... I'd do anything for him.

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"You know it's been so long, Regan, I wonder if your tummy can even handle solid foods anymore?" I held her hair and made sure she was kept nice and close to my boobs, breasts that produced milk conveniently, although not at all meant for another adult. "I mean your diapers are already stinky enough as it is, I can't imagine how bad things would be if we let you eat, your Daddy and me."

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I tried to pull away but Mary held me tight to her chest.  She loved this part.  While I was nursing, I was pliable.  Weak.  She would taunt me, tease me, humiliate me... and I would take it.  She was my Mommy now.  I couldn't stop her.  Not if I wanted to make Daddy proud of me.  Then, without warning, the diaper swelled between my legs.  I'd lost control long ago.

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She never struggled anymore, she never wriggled away, never protested - she'd given up and accepted her place, even come to enjoy it. But a part of her still resisted, a part I'd test and tempt and taunt and tease, just to measure up. "I never understood why we needed to compete, Regan, you know we can just be one big happy family, if you'd just have realized who you really are sooner." She didn't struggle this time, she didn't fight back or protest. Instead, Regan sighed contently and suckled. Maybe she'd finally given up.

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Mary pulled me away from her breast and her nipple slipped out of my mouth with a wet plop.  I looked up at her with glossy eyes as milk dribbled down my chin. "What do you say?" she asked, looking at me with that serious face.  And I knew what she wanted to hear. "Thank you Mommy." But I really meant it.