Chapter 120: Interrupted

The more Byron gulped, the more milk filled his mouth. This shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Strawberry was big boobed. And she was healthy, not to mention horny. Of course she would lactate easily and have milk in abundance. Byron couldn’t believe his luck.

He wasn’t the only one lucky though. Due to how loud Strawberry was moaning in pleasure, it was clear that she was enjoying this so much too, perhaps more than he was, especially every time he squeezed her boob while sucking at the same time.

"Oh yes! Squeeze it harder. Squeeze and suck it dry. Oh fuck yes. Ah! Oh yes! Oh my Byron! Don’t forget my other boob too. Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck yes. Your mouth is so warm. Ah, your tongue feels so good on my nipple. Oh fuck yes! Ah~"

Just then, one of the twins started crying.

Waaa! Waaa!

Strawberry had been carried away, so overwhelmed by sensations that she forgot to tone down her moans and screams and demands.

"So now this is how it’s gonna be?" said Byron, trying to crack a joke about the situation. "One thrust into your pussy and the baby cries. Is he jealous or something?"

Strawberry burst into laughter. "You thought being a parent was easy?"

Before could respond,

Waaa! Waaa!

He couldn’t stand the wailing.

"Go and push a teat in his mouth or something."

To his surprise, Strawberry didn’t move. She didn’t seem unfazed by the babe’s wailing. But then again, she had been sex deprived for nine months and now she was finally riding a dick. Of course she wasn’t eager to step away from it.

She continued bouncing atop Byron as if nothing had happened, and even when Byron tried to get up, she laid her hands on his chest and pinned him onto the couch.

"Don’t stop please!" she moaned. "Ah, don’t stop sucking on my tits. I’m gonna come."

"But the baby is crying," he complained.

"Crying killed no one. It’s only a few minutes and I will go and calm him down."

She was right, but still Byron felt weird. There was no way he could simply ignore his baby’s cry.

For a second time he made to stand and go calm the baby down himself, but Strawberry pushed him down again.

Waaa! Waaa!

"I can’t ignore him," he told her.

She just laughed. "Sometimes it can’t be helped. They cry and cry and cry even when I’m holding them and pushing my breast in their mouths. Babies are like that, I’m told."

"I know. But I simply can’t."

He refrained from telling her that the babe’s wailing irritated his senses. He didn’t want her to misunderstand and think he didn’t love the babies. He simply was too sensitive about some kinds of sounds, just as he loved some others, mostly moans and music for a start.

She tried to insist, bouncing on his dick, screaming her lungs off now that the baby was crying anyway, but Byron lost his erection.

"Alright!" she acquiesced. "You really weren’t lying. Hehe! Make sure it’s up and hard when I return."

Pouting, she jumped off him and ran to the babe’s bed. After all, despite her seeming indifferent about the situation, she must have felt guilty too. Any good mother would.

Byron watched as she walked away from him. She was swaying her hips seductively, obviously in an effort to revive Byron’s erection.

She succeeded.

Just looking at her, especially when she bent to pick up the baby, sent a throb through his dick.

He was about to go and push into her from behind while she soothed the baby, but before he could even get up, Strawberry had already turned back.

She came to him with the baby suckling on her boob, singing a lullaby.

To Byron’s horror, or pleasure, she sat on his lap as if he were a chair and told him to push his dick up her pussy.

He remembered this position as reverse cowgirl. He had always wanted to try it, but not this way. Not with someone holding a baby. Was it even morally alright?

’Just a moment ago I was fantasizing about thrusting into her from behind while she calmed down the baby. Now that she is the one wanting me to push into her while she holds him, all of a sudden I’m thinking about morals. Screw morals.’

"What’s taking so long?" Strawberry asked.

"But you’re holding the baby," he pointed out. Even though he had already made up his mind to fuck her no matter what, he wanted say it in case Strawberry had been so horny and didn’t notice what she was doing.

Strawberry turned to look at him. "Don’t be weird. He’s a baby. He can’t even see yet. What’s wrong with you?"

Byron was trying to come up with an argument against what she had just said, but then she rose to her feet and walked back to the baby’s bed.

"Is he asleep again?" he asked.

"He is."

"That was fast."

Strawberry started walking back towards him, a mischievous smile on her face. "He knows mommy is horny and that daddy is being weird."

"I’m not being weird!"

She put a finger onto her lips.

"Sheesh! Don’t raise your voice. Do you want to wake him up again?"

"Of course not. Which one was it?"

"Berry."

"That little rascicle!"

"Yeah! The little bugger, interrupting us. Doesn’t he know mommy misses being with daddy? By the time he cries again, I want to have orgasmed at least 4 times. And don’t come inside me."

Byron furrowed his eyebrows.

"Your punishment for being weird is to finish on my face," she explained.

"On your face?"

"Yeah! On my face. You thought you were the only one who wanted hot milk on their face?"

Byron burst out laughing. "You think that’s a punishment?"

"I wasn’t done with my list."

"Go on! What’s on the menu?"

Strawberry had been touching herself throughout their conversation, teasing Byron. Now she paused and looked at him puzzled. "What’s a menu?"

’Oh fuck me! I forgot that’s a modern concept!’ he thought. Then, out loud, he said, "It’s some kind of a list for food and drinks."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, her fingers sliding back into her pussy to resume her teasing. "That’s very on point. I’m talking about drinks too. I want to drink your milk."

"Come and punish me then!"

"My list is still..."

"Quit with words else I will punish you for teasing me this long."

She climbed onto his lap, grabbed his throbbing dick and pushed it inside her wet pussy and learned forward to whisper into his ear, "What kind of punishment do you have in mind? Since I’m punishing you, it makes sense you punish me too."