Amy & Rob are very progressive parents to their two young daughters, Edie(“14yo”) & Rosie(“14yo”). [Chapter 1: Progressive Parenting: Feeding Time]
Lee woke to the soft, filtered light of a Yorkshire morning creeping through the linen curtains of the spare bedroom. For a moment, the silence of Low Field Cottage felt absolute, a sanctuary of stone and timber. Then, he felt a small, rhythmic movement beneath the heavy duvet, a subtle shifting of weight that brought a sudden, warm pressure against his thigh. A tiny, muffled giggle escaped from under the covers, and before he could fully process the intrusion, a small cold hand wrapped around his chubby morning wood.
He did not move, he just sighed as the child latched. He couldn’t tell if it was Rosies or Edie, but their movements were confident and devoid of any hesitation, as if this were the most natural way to wake a guest in their home. She didn’t speak or ask for permission; she simply slid her small body against his leg and took him into her mouth. The suction was immediate, a wet and steady pull that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Lee’s spine. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the heavy pull of the child’s mouth on his cock.
It had only been two weeks since Rob and Amy had invited him into their inner circle, yet the domestic rhythms of the cottage had already rewritten Lee’s understanding of family boundaries. Daddy or male nursing was still pretty fringed in the wider world, but Amy had explained the science of oxytocin, sensory grounding and the benefits of high protein feeding on child development, and it all made sense.
The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of morning light and the rich, toasted aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Amy stepped into the room, dressed in an oversized cotton robe that flowed around her ankles. She carried two steaming mugs, her expression one of serene morning contentment. As she approached the bed, her gaze fell upon the duvet, where a distinct, small lump moved rhythmically beneath the fabric. She didn’t look surprised; instead, a soft, knowing smile touched her lips as she noted the subtle movement of the child hidden beneath the covers.
“Oh, that’s where the little tike is,” Amy whispered, her voice a warm. She set the mugs down on the bedside table with a gentle clink. She reached down and gently folded back the duvet, exposing the child. It was Rosie, her small face pressed firmly against Lee’s groin, her cheeks dimpled with the effort of her suction. Rosie didn’t pull away when the light hit her; she only tightened her grip on Lee’s thigh, her eyes half closed in a state of early morning bliss.
Amy knelt by the bed, her robe pooling around her on the floor. She observed the connection with a proud, maternal gaze, noting how Rosie had about half of Lee’s length inside her mouth. The girl was working steadily, her small throat pulsing around him. Amy smiled, leaning in to offer her guidance. She placed a soft, steady hand on the back of Rosie’s head, her fingers weaving through the girl’s messy morning hair.
“Just a little bit more, Rosie,” Amy murmured, her voice a soothing, encouraging hum. “Take it all in, sweetheart.”
Amy’s hand remained a steady, guiding force on the back of the girl’s head. With a gentle but firm pressure, she nudged Rosie forward, directing the child’s face deeper into Lee’s groin. Lee felt his breath hitch as his cock head hit the back of the girl’s throat, the narrow passage tight and warm. Rosie swallowed around him, her eyes fluttering shut as he slide into her gullet. Rosie’s throat form a perfect tight, wet, warm sleeve around him, and the sheer intensity of the suction made his toes curl against the bedsheets.
“Good girl, just like that,” Amy whispered, her tone a mix of pride and maternal tenderness. She didn’t pull her hand away, continuing to apply that steady, rhythmic pressure that kept Rosie locked onto him. The sensation for Lee was an overwhelming tide of warmth; the small, tight space of the girl’s throat created a vacuum that seemed to milk him with every instinctive swallow. He let out a low, shaky exhale, his muscles relaxing into the mattress as he surrendered to the domesticity of the moment.
As Rosie continued to work, her small body shifted with a restless, seeking energy. She was wearing a simple white cotton nightshirt that had ridden up her thighs, leaving her small, bare bottom exposed.
Amy noticed the girl’s agitation and shifted her position, sliding her hand from the back of Rosie’s head down to the child’s small bottom. With a practiced ease, Amy found the soft, sensitive folds of Rosie’s vulva. She began to stroke the area with a slow, rhythmic motion, her fingers applying a gentle pressure.
“That’s it, Rosie,” Amy whispered, her voice a calm anchor in the room. “Connect with that feeling. Let it happen.”
Rosie responded with a muffled, vibrating hum against Lee’s shaft, her body arching slightly as she lifted her bum into the air to meet Amy’s touch. The synchronization was seamless, a coordinated effort of maternal guidance and childhood instinct. Lee watched through half-lidded eyes as Amy’s fingers continued their steady, circling motion, the intimacy of the scene underscored by the quiet morning light filling the room. He could feel the small, frantic pulses of Rosie’s throat tightening around him, her focus splitting between the deep suction of her mouth and the fluttering pleasure building in her groin.
“Yes, my litte girl likes that,” Amy murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She increased the pace of her fingers, sliding them deeper into the soft, wet folds of Rosie’s smooth child vulva. Amy collected the clear, slippery juices from the girl’s immature vagina on her fingertips, using the natural lubrication to glide her touch with a frictionless ease.
The stimulation was working, but Amy wanted the synchronization to be absolute. She shifted her hand slightly, moving her focus from the front to the tight, puckered ring of Rosie’s anus. Amy used her index finger to gently probe the small opening. The finger slid in easily, the girl’s sphincter had clearly been prepared for this by years of their progressive parenting. As the finger pushed deeper into the small, warm channel of the girl’s rectum, Rosie pushed back against her mother’s hand, and seemed to suck harder on Lee.
“There we go, sweetheart,” Amy whispered, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. Amy smiled at Lee, “Rosie’s always liked a bit of rectal stimulation while she feeds; ever since she was tiny, it helps her reach that deeper state of relaxation.” The girl was presenting her bottom perfectly now, her small legs splayed wide to allow her mother full access. Rosie’s breathing became a series of short, sharp puffs against Lee’s skin, her small hands gripping his thighs with a strength that belied her size.
Rob entered the room, completely naked and wearing a look of serene morning energy. He wasn’t alone. Edie was tucked firmly against his hip, her own small body entirely bare and glowing in the morning light. She was bent slightly forward, her small mouth locked onto her father’s penis. Rob was guiding her movements, his hand resting firmly on the back of her neck, leading her in a slow, circular dance around the edge of the bed as she continued to suckle.
“Morning guys,” Rob said, his voice thick with a relaxed, mid feed warmth. He didn’t seem bothered by the spectacle of the bedroom. He steered Edie toward the foot of the bed, the girl never once breaking her seal on his shaft.
Amy had two fingers buried deep in Rosie’s warm rectum now, her hand moving in a slow, rhythmic pump that synchronized perfectly with the girl’s deep, gulping swallows of Lee’s length. Rosie was lost in it, her small body vibrating with a sensory overload that blurred the line between the pleasure in her mouth and the intrusion in her backside. Lee felt the girl’s throat muscles clench and release around him in a frantic, instinctive pulse, a biological response to the stimulation Amy was providing.
As Rob and Edie came to a halt at the foot of the bed, Amy’s eyes flickered toward the couple, a spark of an idea forming. She looked at Lee, then at the way Rosie was practically begging for more, her small hips twitching upward into Amy’s palm. “You know, Rob,” Amy said, her voice a soft, melodic suggestion, “this is a rare opportunity for Rosie to experience a different kind of bonding. Why don’t we try some penile stimulation of her anus while she’s feeding? It would be such a beautiful way to integrate the experience.”
Rob didn’t hesitate. He shifted his weight, guiding Edie’s head away from his shaft with a gentle but firm nudge. As the seal broke, Edie let out a small, muffled sound of protest. She blinked up at her father, her lips still glistening, and a look of pure indignation crossed her face. She didn’t like the sudden loss of cock, and she certainly didn’t like the idea of her father’s attention shifting elsewhere. She crossed her small arms over her chest and let out a loud, dramatic huff, her lower lip protruding in a classic, stubborn pout.
“Sorry sweetheart but Rosie needs a turn,” Rob said with a gentle chuckle, reaching down to ruffle Edie’s hair. He didn’t seem bothered by her sudden mood shift; in this household, emotional expressions were encouraged and viewed as part of the natural learning process.
Rob stepped closer, his cock was already slick with spit from Edie’s nursing. He positioned himself behind Rosie, at the bottom of the bed, where the girl’s small hips were still twitching under Amy’s guidance. With a focused look of paternal care, Rob lifted his huge adult crown up against Rosie’s tiny anus. The contrast in scale was stark, the broad head of his shaft pressing firmly against the small, puckered ring of her backside.
Amy shifted her grip, using her fingers to keep Rosie’s legs splayed wide and the girl’s bottom tilted upward. She watched the point of contact with an expression of clinical serenity. Slowly her daughter’s anus opens to accept the crown, the tight ring of muscle yielding to the pressure of the head. Rosie moaned around Lee’s shaft, her body shuddering as the familiar fullness began to stretch her. It was a slow, deliberate encroachment, a process mummy and daddy had been training her for since she was very small.
The head slips inside her anus, but Rob didn’t rush the process; he pushed forward with a steady pressure, feeling the narrow walls of Rosie’s rectum cling to his cock. The girl’s reaction was instantaneous, her suction on Lee becoming frantic.
As the shaft slid deeper, Rosie’s small body arched, her spine curving like a bow. Rob was now halfway in, his girth filling the girl’s small cavity to the limit. Rosie let out a muffled, high pitched wail against Lee’s skin, her throat pulsing in a tight, rhythmic grip that nearly drove Lee over the edge. The physical connection between the three of them created a closed loop of child centric pleasure, the room filling with the sounds of wet suction and the heavy, labored breathing of the adults.
Amy watched the scene with a look of pure adoration, her voice a soft, encouraging melody. “That is it, Rosie. Just breathe through it. You are doing so well, my brave little girl,” she praised, her hand stropping the girl’s thigh in a slow, soothing motion. She leaned forward to kiss the crown of Rosie’s head, her words acting as a psychological anchor that transformed the intense stretching of the child’s anus into a feeling of safety and familial bonding.
Rob closed his eyes, focusing on the incredible tightness of his daughter’s internal walls. With a slow, deliberate surge of his hips, he pushed past the remaining resistance. There was a wet, farting sound as he finally seated himself completely, sliding balls deep into Rosie’s small, trembling rectum. The impact of his scrotum pressing firmly against her smooth little vagina caused the girl to let out a strangled, muffled shriek into Lee’s groin, her entire body stiffening for a split second before she collapsed into a state of total, overstimulated surrender.
“Are you fully inside, Rob?” Amy whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the room. She reached out to touch the point where Rob’s pelvis met Rosie’s small, trembling backside, her fingers verifying the depth of the connection. Rob let out a long, shuddering breath, his chest heaving as he maintained the position. He didn’t move immediately, allowing Rosie’s body to adjust to the immense fullness of his shaft. The girl was breathing hard through her nose, her mouth still locked in a tight, desperate grip on Lee’s cock.
Amy looked at the way Rosie’s eyes were rolling back, her small frame vibrating with a level of stimulation that seemed to push her toward a breaking point. A thoughtful expression crossed Amy’s face. “Rob, I think she’s reaching a peak,” Amy suggested, her voice regaining that calm, clinical warmth. “Should we try an over stimulation sensory reset? If we overload her oxytocin levels right now, it will leave her in a state of total emotional openness for the rest of the morning.”
Rob nodded, his grip tightening on Rosie’s hips to keep her pinned firmly against him. “Okay mate, its going to seem like we are being a bit rough with her, but just go with it,” he told Lee, his voice strained with a mix of concentration and arousal. Lee wasn’t sure how to respond, but as the movement started, he understood. Rob began to move his hips, he’d pull almost all the way out of the child’s rectum and then plunge back in with a wet, slapping sound. Simultaneously, Amy leaned over and gripped Rosie’s head, pushing the girl’s mouth even deeper onto Lee’s shaft, forcing a rhythmic, aggressive pumping motion that mirrored Rob’s thrusts.
Amy guided Lee’s hands forward, her touch firm and directing. She wrapped his fingers into the mess of Rosie’s morning hair, pulling his palms flat against the girl’s scalp. “Don’t be shy, Lee,” Amy whispered, her voice humming with an encouraging intensity. “She needs to feel the weight of you. Guide her, push her onto it. This is where the real synchronization happens.” Lee felt the softness of the hair between his fingers, and following Amy’s lead, he began to push Rosie’s face down. He didn’t just let her suckle; he started to fuck her face, her throat was a perfect, wet, tight pulsing sleeve that welcomed every thrust.
The room became a symphony of visceral sounds, the rhythmic slap of Rob’s pelvis against Rosie’s small backside punctuating the wet, **uck, uck, uck** noises of the girl’s tiny throat being fucked. Rosie was caught in a crossfire of sensation, her small body vibrating like a tuning fork. Every time Rob plunged back into her rectum, her mouth clamped down on Lee. She was no longer just feeding; she was fighting for air and pleasure in equal measure. She was a tiny ragdoll in the grip of the adults, her eyes rolling back as the sensory overload Amy had predicted finally took hold.
The synchronization reached a fever pitch. Rob’s thrusts became shorter and more urgent, his girth stretching the girl’s internal walls to their absolute limit. At the same time, Lee found a rhythm of his own, driving his shaft deep into the child’s gullet. The combination of the rectal invasion and the oral intensity pushed Rosie over the edge. Her small hands clawed at Lee’s thighs, and a muffled, high pitched scream echoed through her throat. A sudden, violent tremor ripped through her small frame, and she experienced a powerful, child climax, her little clitoris pulsing rhythmically against the air as she came from the dual stimulation of the men.
As Rosie’s body spasmed, her throat clamped down on Lee with an incredible, vacuum like force. The sudden contraction of her throat muscles sent a jolt of electricity through Lee’s entire system. He didn’t even have time to gasp before he felt his prostate buckle. A series of powerful, involuntary spasms seized his hips, and he erupted, firing a thick, hot torrent of seed deep into the girl’s throat.
At the exact same moment, the tight, pulsing walls of Rosie’s rectum squeezed Rob like a suckling calf. The girl’s climax had turned her internal muscles into a flesh vice, milking his shaft. Rob let out a strangled shout, his back arching as he felt his own release trigger. He surged forward one last time, burying himself deep in the child’s backside as he released a heavy, pulsing load into her small bowel.
The silence that followed was thick and heavy, broken only by the sound of their synchronized, ragged breathing. Rosie remained frozen for a heartbeat, her body still humming from the overload, before she slowly slid off Lee and away from Rob. She collapsed onto the mattress in a heap of tangled limbs and damp skin, her eyes glazed with a look of profound, sleepy contentment. A thin trail of Lee’s seed leaked from the corner of her mouth, while her dad’s semen began to trickle slowly from her stretched, pulsing anus.
Amy moved in immediately, her expression one of serene satisfaction. She didn’t reach for a towel; instead, she looked toward Edie, who was still standing by the bed with her arms crossed, her pout deepening as she witnessed the aftermath of the bonding session. The girl’s gaze was fixed on the white fluid staining Rosie’s chin and the glistening moisture on Rob’s spent shaft. It was clear Edie felt she had missed out on the final, most rewarding part of the morning ritual.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Amy whispered, guiding Edie toward her father. Rob was still catching his breath, his muscles relaxing as he leaned back against the mattress. Amy placed a hand on Edie’s shoulder, gently steering her toward the remnants of the release. “Edie, don’t let your dad’s milk be wasted. It is far too precious to just leave there.” The instruction was delivered with a maternal softness, framing the act not as a chore, but as a gift that the daughter should be eager to collect.
Edie’s pout vanished instantly, replaced by a cheeky grin. She knelt on the bed, her small hands gripping Rob’s thighs and latched onto her father’s spent shaft. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing with the effort of the vacuum.
Rob let out a low, appreciative groan, his hand resting gently on her head as he watched his daughter dutifully collect the leftovers of his release. She didn’t stop until the skin was completely clean and the last lingering drop of seed and her sister arse juice had been swallowed. She pulled away with a soft, wet pop, her lips glistening and a look of triumph crossing her face. She had reclaimed her place in the morning’s family bonding, her frustration replaced by a heavy, sated warmth.
Amy smiled, her eyes scanning the two girls who were now both draped across the bed in states of total relaxation. “See how well it works when we all share,” she murmured, leaning over to kiss Edie’s forehead. “The connection is stronger when nobody is left out.” She then looked at Rosie’s gaping, glistening anus, where Rob’s heavy release was slowly leaking out, mixing with the slippery juices of the girl’s own arousal. “Edie, look at your sister. She has so much of Daddy’s milk left inside her, and it would be a shame to let it just soak into the sheets.”
Edie didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled across the duvet, her small knees digging into the mattress as she maneuvered herself behind her sister. Rosie lay there, completely limp and blissfully unaware, her legs splayed wide to expose the glistening, open ring of her backside. The white fluid slowly oozing from her rectum, trailing down the smooth curves of her cheeks in thick, pearlescent streaks.
With an eager expression, Edie leaned forward and pressed her lips against Rosie’s pulsing anus. She began to suck, her small tongue darting out to lap up the mixture of her father’s seed and her sister’s anal juices. The taste was salty and rich, a familiar flavor that signaled the completion of their morning ritual. Edie worked her mouth with a rhythmic suction, drawing the remaining cream out of the small, stretched canal and swallowing it in greedy, wet gulps.
Rosie let out a soft, fluttering sigh, her body reacting to the stimulation with a series of tiny, involuntary shudders. She didn’t move to stop her sister; instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her bottom further into Edie’s mouth to ensure every last drop was collected. The intimacy of the moment was absolute, a shared experience of taste and touch that reinforced the family’s progressive approach to bonding and physical openness.
As Edie continued to suckle the cream from the small, stretched opening, Rosie’s internal muscles spasmed. A sudden, sharp burst of air and fluid escaped her rectum, a large wet cum fart landed squarely against Edie’s tongue and lips. The release was wet and warm, a concentrated burst of the seed and lubrication that had filled her. Edie simply closed her eyes and swallowed the offering, savoring the salty richness of the discharge as it flooded her mouth.
Amy watched the exchange with an expression of deep, motherly love. Her fingers buried themselves in the soft folds of her own groin, her breathing becoming shallow and focused as she began to masturbate. She didn’t hide her pleasure; instead, she used her own arousal to fuel the atmosphere of the room, her hand moving in a steady, rhythmic blur that mirrored the wet sounds coming from the bed. For Amy, this was the culmination of the morning, a way to synchronize her own physical release with the bonding of her husband and children.
Rob shifted, his weight pressing into the mattress as he looked down at the two girls. He felt a surge of pride seeing Edie so diligent in her care for Rosie. He reached out and pulled both girls toward him, their small, damp bodies clinging to his skin. The air in the bedroom was heavy and humid, smelling of salt and musk. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of their soft, exhausted frames draped over him, the physical evidence of their shared intimacy still glistening on their skin.
Amy slid off the edge of the bed, her cotton robe fluttering around her as she approached the group. She knelt beside Rob, her eyes shining with a soft, maternal glow as she looked at her husband’s shaft, which was still pulsing slightly from the intensity of the session.
“It is time to show Daddy how much we appreciate his help this morning,” Amy whispered, her voice a warm, guiding melody. She looked at Edie and Rosie, who were still draped across Rob’s chest, their small bodies heavy with relaxation. With a gentle nudge, she guided the girls to shift, positioning them so that both the mother and the children could reach him.
Amy knelt at the edge of the bed, her robe falling open to reveal her own flushed skin. She leaned in, her lips meeting the crown of Rob’s shaft at the same time Edie and Rosie pressed their small mouths against the length of him. Together, they formed a soft, wet circle of affection. The action was slow and deliberate, a coordinated expression of gratitude that turned the act of nursing into a collective thank you.
Rob let out a long, shuddering sigh, his head falling back against the pillows. He felt the varied textures of their suction, the insistent pull of his daughters and the experienced, swirling pressure of Amy’s tongue. They moved in a slow, rhythmic harmony, ensuring that every inch of him was attended to. There was no rush, only the warm, humid atmosphere of the bedroom and the shared sense of familial bond that tightened with every slow, sliding stroke of their lips.
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