Later that night...

Later that night, Jack insisted they helped mommy to produce milk again, to which Amy willing and eagerly complied. Kathy was still uncomfortable as she sat on the bed beside Jack, who helped Amy come up and nestle in her chest. For 15 minutes they suckled on her luscious breast, and she moaned as they did so with increasing energy. Jack, sensing her conflicting feelings, decided to help by driving his hand up her skirt and reaching for her crotch.

He began stroking Kathy lightly through her panties, sometimes squeezing it whole, sometimes rubbing his finger over her inner lips, the roughness of the fabric increasing her excitement. Her eyes opened wide and she looked down at the man suckling on her breast, but didn't say a word since Amy was right beside him on the other boob. She didn't wait very long to tell them it was enough and instruct Amy to go get into her pajamas because mommy would be there in a minute to tuck her in.

Before she could speak, Jack stepped up.

'You have disobeyed my direct orders. I thought you understood how important it is that we follow the rules we agreed upon...'

'I...I...I disobeyed?'

'Did I or did I not instruct you to not wear underwear in the house?'

'Yes you did, but...'

'There is no but, darling' he said as he bought her into his arms. 'I love you and there is no 'buts' in that. And I need you to understand that I know better about things, and I know what is best for you and Amy. I will always take care of you, and there are no 'buts' about that either'.

'I know Jack, I love you and I know you will take care of us...' she meant to say a 'but' right then and there but she stopped herself. She would be in for a punishment if she did so, and she knew it. Instead, she took his warm hug and sank in it, feeling loved and protected. Those things were all new to her. During her childhood, she grew up in a large household with 5 sibblings, which were too much for her mother to take care of. Her father worked two jobs and often when he came home they were already in bed. Not to count the times he was too drunk to talk to. Although her mother did the best she could with such a load, she was not naturally a nurturing creature.

When she got pregnant on her last year of highschool, she saw her chances of going to College fly out the window. Both her parents were deeply upset and shun her even further for the shame she had brought onto the family. That was why after Amy was born, she tried to find a job to move out as quickly as she could, which happened when Amy was a little over one. It was not a high paying job, but a waitress in a fine restaurant makes enough tips to get by and support them both. After two years she made it to hostess, which improved their lives just enough so she could breathe a little more. But still, she never ceased worrying. Now she had someone, for the first time in her life, who had all the answers and was willing to care for her, and take all her concerns away. That, in her book, was priceless.

Jack gently kissed her cheeks and said: 'Let's tuck Amy in'.

They both went to her bedroom and found her already in bed, just waiting for her final goodnight kiss, her eyes drowsy and her belly nicely filled with mommy's milk. They helped her say her prayers and kissed her goodnight.

When they came back to the bedroom, Jack instructed Kathy to undress and get into position: kneeling down beside him, on the side of the bed. He tied her hands to her back, but tonight he didn't tie her legs.

'Kathy, my dear, I can sense you have something to tell me.'

'Sir, I'm not sure about this breastfeeding thing...'

'What are you not sure about? Did you read the books I got you?'

'Yes, I have started. They do all say that suckling is the best stimulation for milk production...I'm just not sure about you and Amy doing it together like that, it is so...'

'So...?'

'Sexual.' When she uttered the words, she blushed. She felt embarrassed, she was sure he could see right through her.

He laughed and stroke her hair.

'Is that what this is all about?' He held her face in his hands. 'So mommy felt aroused as we sucked on her breast?' Those words added to her shame and guilt. "Listen, my dear, those feelings are only natural. Your breast is being stimulated and you will feel aroused, no matter who nurtures on them, me, Amy, the baby, a stranger...Now, I understand that you were brought up to think sexual feelings were wrong and shameful, but you must trust me on this, they are not. You have to learn how to enjoy your body and all the sensations it can provide you.'

'What about Amy? Isn't it wrong? I mean, is it sexual for her too?'

'I'm pretty sure it is, but not in the way that you are thinking.' Her eyes bulged. 'Little children have a very active sexuality. It is made dormant or 'repressed' by the parents as they grow and when the reach puberty it comes rushing back, sometimes to disastrous results'. She knew what he meant. He was implicitly talking about unwanted pregnancy, like hers had been, and the many diseases that accompanied a teenagers ill-advised sexual activities.

'Many experts recommend allowing the children to masturbate instead of repressing them. Some even recommend helping them'. He was finally getting where he wanted.

'Are you saying that my little Amy masturbates?'

'Well, I haven't seen it, if that is what you are asking, but I'm pretty sure she does. All children do. Didn't you?'

The fact was, she didn't remember. Her early childhood was somehow a mystery to her. She had flashes from their old house before they moved to Chicago, which told her those were from before she was 5, but nothing concrete. She remembered the word he used, 'repressed', and she could imagine her mother scorning her for masturbating if she had ever caught her doing that.

'Listen, honey, I know it is much to take in. I'll let you do your own research. You will see that children do explore their own bodies and the bodies of adults at this age, just out of curiosity, and there is nothing wrong with that. It is society's prudish view that makes them feel guilty just like you are feeling now. But I'll help you overcome that. Now, stand up'.

She stood up in front of him, her hands still tied behind her back. He began exploring her naked body with his hands, pinching her sensitive nipples, groping her ass, stimulating her crotch, bringing her to the heights of excitement. His own cock was not oblivious to all this, especially with the conversation they had just had hanging in his mind. The memory of Amy's small lips wrapped around her mother's full breast suckling away in delight, her gorgeous chubby cheeks filling up with each movement her mouth made. He needed to see her, and he needed to see her now.

After fingering Kathy for a while, he laid her on the bed and took a small vibrator dildo from his top drawer. He inserted it in her cunt and turned it on to mild. She would be receiving constant, but light stimulation for a long while. She moaned right as he slipped the intruding object in her already dripping pussy. He kissed her deeply on her lips and left her there, without so much as an explanation: he didn't need one, she was his pet to use as he wished.

Jack headed straight to Amy's room. As it was a hot night, she had not dressed in pajamas as her mother asked for earlier. Instead, she wore a beautiful Disney princess camisole. It was perfect. He had noticed her small disobedience before, but had said nothing, because this time it was much to his advantage. When he got to her bed this time, he pulled her covers down completely, exposing her tinny baby body, with chubby thighs he longed so much to caress.

This night, he was feeling very bold. He had begun talking to his wife about his beliefs and how he felt about little Amy's sexuality, even if not as in depth as he would in the future, but it was a start, and a very good one. He caressed her cheek and ran his fingers through her beautiful lips, but before pointing his cock at them, he slid her camisole up and her panties down so he could see her puffy pink pussy emerge between her legs. Oh, the delicacy of such sight was not possible to be described in words. He brought his face to her mons and soaked in the sweet scent of her fresh, clean, young slit. He just had to touch her. Afraid she would wake up, he only slightly ran his fingers over it, without opening her plump lips. She was so gorgeous he almost couldn't help himself.

He took his time and admired her whole body. He lifted her camisole even further exposing her nipples. They were so pink, and her baby fat made it look like small tinny developing breast. He kissed them, each at a time, parting his lips slightly to take them in his mouth, licking them for the first time...Amy shifted in her sleep but he didn't lose his cool. Suddenly he didn't care if she woke up. In fact, he kind of hoped she would, he had been patient enough. He moved up and pointed his cock to her face. Tonight, instead of just pointing it to her lips and letting her suckle on it, he caressed her face with his cock, he ran it over her cheeks, her small nose, he ever ran it through her hair...

Then, as excited as he had ever been, he pushed the head of his cock inside her tinny little mouth, one hand holding his cock and another caressing her baby breast, descending to her belly, bravely reaching her mons, exploring her entirety. Oh, he moaned loudly this time. Her beautiful brown eyes opened slightly, still drowsy, but immediately surprised to find her daddy's thingie in her mouth. She would have taken her mouth away and probably said something, but daddy moved his hands up and held her in place.

'Ssshhhhhh sweet heart. You are making daddy feel so good...Daddy loves you so much baby girl...'

Her eyes started glistening, tears forming as he moved in and out of her mouth, in a way he had not dared before. He kept telling her how beautiful she was, and how much daddy loved her and how she had to be a good little girl for daddy, making him happy, because that was what little girls were for. She looked at him, with her tearfull eyes filled with fear, as if the words daddy was saying did not exactly match what he was doing, but in her childish mind, things made very little sense.

Yes, she understood that her daddy would love her if she were a good little girl, she understood daddy thought she was beautiful, but she didn't want to suck his thingie, daddy peed from it and it hurt her mouth, it was too big, she couldn't breathe...Why would daddy want her to do that? She was afraid she would choke or that daddy would pee on her mouth. Still, she didn't move, she just allowed her daddy to keep going in and out of her mouth, the thought of daddy not loving her anymore if she refused was too overwhelming to bear. One must understand that however young she was, she was already familiar with the feeling of abandonment, with her biological daddy having abandoned her before she was even born. No, she was not able to verbalize all this, but the immature feeling were there, haunting her mind. What if this daddy left too? And because she was a bad little girl? She could understand that much.

Suddenly, daddy did pee in her mouth, or at least she thought so. A warm, viscous liquid filled her mouth, dripping all over her cheeks, as daddy grunted and moaned loudly. He was pretty sure his wife could have heard him this time. He had never cum this hard, using his baby girl's mouth for the first time while she was fully awake, tears rolling down her pretty little eyes. She looked so beautiful, so puzzled, so scared, so innocent. He had always known he was a pedophile, he had always lusted after little girls, he had always seized a good opportunity to peak up their skirt or touch their soft skin, but he had never really had the opportunity to use them sexually, to explore their bodies, to relish in the pleasure they could provide him. And now he had his own family, his own little girl, oh, this was what he had longed for his entire life. What made it all the more special is that he really loved his little Amy, with all his heart. He couldn't bear thinking of what life would be like without her. He liked Kathy too, she was submissive to him, she took good care of the house and she was a good mother. But in his heart he was really married to baby girl Amy.