NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 22: Grateful Maids

He started with Sofia. One large hand cupped the underside of her left breast, lifting its weight, thumb brushing the leaking nipple. She gasped, a soft, broken sound. Milk trickled over his fingers.

"Look at you," he murmured. "All this milk and no one to drink it for fifteen years."

He leaned down and closed his lips around the nipple, sucking slow and firm. Sofia’s knees buckled. She clutched his shoulders to stay upright, a low moan tearing from her throat.

Marisol watched with huge eyes, thighs pressed tight together, a visible shiver running through her.

Alex released Sofia’s nipple with a soft pop and turned to the daughter. He repeated the motion, gentler at first, then harder when Marisol whimpered and arched into his mouth. Her milk tasted sweeter, younger.

He pulled back just enough to speak against her wet skin. "You’re both soaked through. Skirts off. Now."

They obeyed again, fingers clumsy with need. The ruined black fabric slid down thick thighs and pooled at their feet. Mother and daughter stood completely naked, lightning flashing again, illuminating every roll, every curve, every tremble.

Sofia’s pussy was plump and dark, lips swollen, glistening. Marisol’s was smoother, lips tighter, clit already peeking from its hood.

Alex circled them slowly, like a wolf. He stopped behind Sofia, hands sliding over the swell of her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Then behind Marisol, doing the same, comparing the way mother’s flesh yielded softer, daughter’s bounced back firmer.

He pressed against Sofia’s back, letting her feel how hard he was through the wet linen. One hand slid around to cup her belly, the other reached forward to cup Marisol’s breast from behind her mother.

Sofia stiffened. "My lord... she’s my daughter..."

Alex’s voice was calm, dark velvet. "And right now she’s dripping down her thighs watching me taste your milk. Look at her."

Sofia turned her head. Marisol’s eyes were glassy, lips parted, chest heaving.

Alex guided Sofia’s hand between her daughter’s thighs. "Feel how wet she is for this. For us."

Sofia’s fingers trembled as they brushed Marisol’s slick folds. Marisol moaned and leaned into her mother’s touch.

"See?" Alex whispered against Sofia’s ear. "She wants it just as bad as you do. You’re not stealing anything. You’re giving her what her husband never could."

Another flash of lightning. Thunder so close the lamp rattled.

He stepped back and finally peeled off his soaked trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing, head already slick.

Mother and daughter stared, mouths open, identical hunger on their faces.

Alex sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread. "On your knees," he said softly. "Both of you. Show me how grateful palace maids say thank you."

They dropped together, knees sinking into the straw, eyes never leaving his cock.

Outside, the storm screamed.

Inside, two women who had waited twenty years were about to discover what it felt like to be truly, completely claimed.

The lamp flame danced low, throwing gold over the two naked women kneeling in the straw. Rain hammered the roof like a war drum.

Alex leaned back on his palms, cock jutting up thick and angry between his spread thighs. He let the silence stretch just long enough for their breathing to fill the room.

"Sofia," he said, voice calm. "Come here. Show me what twenty years of waiting taught that mouth."

Sofia crawled forward on trembling knees, heavy breasts swaying, milk still dripping from dark nipples in slow silver threads. She settled between his legs and looked up at him like he was the answer to every prayer she’d whispered in the dark.

Her warm breath ghosted over the head first. Then soft, full lips brushed the tip, feather-light.

Alex’s head fell back, a low groan rolling out of him. "Aaaahhh... fuck, Sofia... right there..."

She opened wide and took him in, slow and worshipful, tongue flattening along the underside, cheeks hollowing. Warm velvet suction.

"Aaahhh... yes... twenty years, huh? Feels like you practiced every night in your dreams... aaahh, so fucking good..."

She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. He threaded fingers into her wet curls and guided her deeper.

Marisol watched, lips parted, one hand unconsciously cupping her own breast, pinching the leaking nipple.

Alex locked eyes with the daughter. "Marisol... get over here. Your mother’s greedy, but I’ve got plenty for both of you."

Marisol crawled in fast, breasts bouncing. Sofia pulled off with a wet pop, saliva shining on her chin, and gently guided her daughter down.

"Open wide, baby," Sofia whispered, voice shaking. "Just like Mama showed you in your head."

Marisol’s younger lips stretched around him, took him deeper on the first try.

Alex’s hips jerked. "Aaaaaahhh... holy fuck... so tight and hot... aaahh, Marisol, you’re a natural..."

She gagged once, tears pricking, then moaned and pushed forward again until her nose brushed his stomach. He groaned loud enough to rattle the windows.

"Gods... yes... take it all, sweetheart... aaahhh... just like that..."

Sofia leaned in and licked the side Marisol couldn’t reach, tongue sliding up the shaft, meeting her daughter’s lips in wet, messy kisses around his cock.

Every swirl of two tongues drew another broken sound from him.

"Aaahh... fuck... both of you... tongues everywhere... aaahhh... don’t stop, please don’t stop..."

He let them worship for long, delicious minutes, mother deep and slow, daughter fast and desperate, until his balls ached and his voice was raw.

Then he patted his thigh, chest heaving. "Sofia. Up here. Sit on my lap."

Sofia rose on shaky legs and straddled him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side. Her soaked pussy hovered an inch above his cock, dripping onto the head in warm, steady drops.

Alex cupped both heavy breasts, thumbs circling leaking nipples. "Feed me, beautiful. Let me drink what your husband never bothered to taste."

Sofia whimpered and guided one dark nipple to his mouth. The second his lips sealed around it and he sucked, hard, milk flooded his tongue in a sweet, warm rush.

Alex moaned deep, eyes rolling back. "Mmmmmmaaahhh... fuck, so sweet... aaahh, Sofia, you taste like sin... keep leaking for me..."

He switched breasts, sucking greedily, hand squeezing the first so milk sprayed in thin arcs across his chest.

Sofia cried out, hips rolling on instinct, smearing her slick lips up and down his length without taking him inside yet.

"Aaahhh... yes... grind on me, baby... coat my cock... make it nice and wet for what’s coming..."

Marisol knelt between their spread thighs, wrapped both small hands around the base of his shaft, and started stroking slow, twisting, while her tongue lapped at his balls, then up the underside, then around the head where her mother’s juices dripped.

Every lick tore another ragged sound from him.

"Aaahh... Marisol... tongue feels like fucking magic... aaahhh... lick your mother’s pussy off me... yes, just like that..."

When Marisol latched onto Sofia’s free nipple and started drinking, mother and daughter nursing him and each other at once, Alex’s moans turned constant, raw, animal.

"Aaahhh... fuck... both of you drinking... milk dripping everywhere... aaahhh... I could come just from this..."

Lightning flashed white through the shutters, freezing the scene: Sofia riding his lap, milk streaming, Marisol on her knees drinking from her mother’s breast while stroking his cock slick with Sofia’s arousal.

Thunder crashed so hard the lamp jumped.

Alex released the nipple with a wet pop, chest heaving, eyes dark. "Enough teasing," he growled. "Who wants to be first?"

Mother and daughter looked at each other, then back at him, identical desperate pleas in their eyes.

He smiled, slow and filthy.

"Good. Because I’m taking my time with both of you."