Father's Milk: Spencer and Emily Ch. 01-02

Chapter One

Emily fidgeted nervously as she heard the sound of her mother's car in the driveway. Her father had died when she was eleven and now she was eighteen. She was furious that Mum had done this to her... but also curious. What would he be like? What kind of man was so fantastic that he had convinced her mother to marry him after a courtship of only five days?

It was supposed to have been a girls only holiday, a week in Las Vegas for her Mum and her friends. But apparently, according to her Mum's breathless phone calls, on the second day this 'Spenser' had swept her off her feet, and the next thing Emily knew, she was listening in a state of increasing shock to her mother shrieking down the phone that she had got married in one of those cheap wedding chapels.

And now the two of them were home. Emily got up off her bed and took a look at herself in the mirror. She had put a lot of thought into her outfit for the occasion. She wanted to look pretty, but not too sexy, so she had put on a blue, above the knee skirt, and a deep pink t-shirt. A pair of sandals and a dash of make-up finished off the ensemble nicely.

The front door opened. "Hi darling!" said her mother, coming in with a suitcase and a large roll bag. She put them down and hugged her daughter. Like Emily, Ava was short, and blonde but she was buxom, with a round face that had kept its youthful features well. She kissed Emily on the cheek, then stepped aside to make room for her new husband.

Emily was surprised at how good-looking the man was, his build was muscular and his eyes were dark. She was rather disgusted to note that his first look at her was directed at her A cup chest. "Wow!" he said, licking his lips. "Like mother, like daughter, hm?"

"This is Emily," said Ava unnecessarily. "Emily, this is Spenser Somerset he will be your new Daddy. He is a Hedge Fund manager."

"Hi," said Emily, wondering when the man would take his eyes off her chest.

"Hi Emily!" said Spenser, coming over and enfolding her in a hug that took her breath away. At six foot two, he had a foot on Emily. She gasped as she felt his hand on her buttock. There was something else, too, a lump pressing into her abdomen. She was so going to tell Mum about this! She could not believe he was actually feeling up her bottom! Now he was squeezing and caressing it, his hand even pressing between her buttocks, his index and middle finger curling up to her...

She struggled out of his grasp. "Nice to meet you," she said. "Mum, can I have a word please?" She took her mother by the hand, and pulled her into the kitchen. "Mum, Spenser just felt up my bottom! While he was hugging me!"

"Oh darling, don't be like that," said Ava, looking hurt. "I'm sure you're feeling a lot of resentment, and I realize I've sprung this on you rather suddenly, but can't you be happy for me?"

"Mum, I'm happy for you, but I'm not making this up! He really did feel my bottom!"

"An affectionate pat on the buttock is nothing to get upset over," said Ava soothingly. "I'm sure he meant nothing by it."

"It was more than just a pat! And he had an erection!"

"Darling, don't be silly..."

"I felt it!"

"I'm sure you just imagined it," said Ava. "Why would he be interested in you when he married me?"

"I don't know, to get at me, maybe?"

Ava shook her head. "Oh poo. Spenser was all over me before I even mentioned that I had a daughter," she said. "Now be a good girl and keep him entertained while I make some dinner."

"But Mum!"

"That's enough!" said Ava sternly. "I've married the man, so you'll just have to get used to him."

Emily sighed. "I'll try," she said. "But he'd better not do anything like that again. What do you see in him anyway?"

A far-away look came into Ava eyes, and she smiled. "He's good looking. He makes me laugh," she said. "And he absolutely spoils me." She laughed. "Go on now, show Spenser up to my bedroom and find him some space for his things until we move into his house this weekend to Ruttingwood."

Emily pursed her lips, but nodded. "All right," she said. She went back into the hall. "Come on," she said to him, and she led him upstairs. "This is Mum's room, I suppose it'll be yours now, too. This was my Dad's chest of drawers, looks like Mum's put all kinds of stuff in here, but you can just clear that out."

"I'm sure I'll find room for everything I've brought," said Spenser. "Thank you." Then he fished in his pocket. "Oh a little present for you." He handed her a folded-up note.

Emily opened it up. "Fifty dollars!" she said. "Thank you!"

Spenser grinned. "Don't mention it. I want you to know that I'm going to do my best to be a good Daddy for you. I'm not just here to be a good husband for your mother, it's important to me that you and I develop a good, close relationship too."

Emily smiled, and waved the fifty-dollar note. "This helps," she said. "Well I suppose I should say congratulations, and welcome to the family, and what not."

"Thank you," said Spenser.

Chapter Two

The next week they moved into his house in a little town she had never heard off called Ruttingwood. They ate dinner they sat down to watch television. Spenser patted his muscular lap and said, "Emily, why don't you come and sit on my knee?"

Emily stared at him. Then she looked to her mother for support. But Ava merely jerked her head meaningfully towards Spenser's lap.

"You're not serious!" said Emily.

"Come on, darling," said Ava. "Be a good girl. Spenser's your new Dad now, and I think you should make an effort to treat him as such."

"But I stopped sitting on Dad's knee when I was ten!"

"But Spenser missed out on all those years, darling. Come on now, don't be difficult."

There was such a pleading tone in Ava's voice that Emily could not help relenting. She knew how lonely her mother had been before the trip to Las Vegas, and how desperate she probably was for this hasty marriage to work. "All right," she said resignedly, and she went over to the couch, and sat down on Spenser's lap. He pulled her back against his hard stomach, and put his arms around her waist.

"There," he said. "Isn't this nice?"

Emily was acutely aware of the thinness of her skirt, and his trousers, and the hardness of the lump at his crotch. "Mm-hmm," she said without enthusiasm. The lump settled between her buttocks, she felt it twitch and grow.

They watched television like this for a couple of hours, after which Emily announced her intention to go to bed. This was an early night for her, but she was tired of feeling Spenser's erection pressing against her anus through a few thin layers of clothing.

Her mom got up and go to bed but she told Emily to stay.

He stepfather put in a movie in the Blu-ray player. He told her to come and sit on his lap again. The movie started with the FBI warning about copyright.

The title of the movie was 'Art of Drinking Father's Milk'. The film showed a Christian family of a stepfather, mother and daughter walking along a sidewalk. The narrator asked, "Have you ever wondered how families are made? Where do babies come from? What is sex? We'll try to answer those questions for you today."

Emily felt her heart skip. Her mother had given her a vague talk about families and babies and sex once, but the conversation left her mostly confused. She eventually learned about it from Biology class so she knew that it involved the sperm and the egg and the area in between people's legs. But that was all. The movie began by showing diagrams of men and women's bodies, describing things like testicles and ovaries. Being a smart girl, Emily understood the terms and location of the internal organs. But the shock was yet to come.

"How does the sperm reach the egg?" the narrator asked. "The sperm comes in the form of semen which comes from a man's penis." Suddenly there was a naked man on the screen. Emily's heart skipped again. She had never seen a grown man's penis before. She knew that males used it to urinate and make love but that was all. The onscreen man's crotch was hairy, his scrotum and testicles; she knew the terms, hung loosely along with his penis. Emily felt a certain warmth inside her.

"When a man becomes sexually excited," the narrator intoned, "His penis grows in size, becoming erect and hard due to the increased blood flow." Fascinated, Emily watched as the onscreen man began to stroke his penis and it indeed grew. Soon it stuck straight out from his body. The man stopped stroking and the camera zoomed in on his erect penis. Emily felt a funny feeling in between her legs, like wetness. Her breathing increased ever so slightly.

The screen then changed and showed a young woman from the beginning of the film lying on a four-poster bed. She had her legs spread and her genitals were open on display. Emily was still spellbound. The young woman had a body with small breasts and slim hips similar to Emily. The camera moved in close to show her crotch, which had a thin strip of hair on it. The narrator spoke but Emily was too lost in her own world to listen. The young woman's vaginal lips were plump. The young woman then reached down with her hands and spread her lips. Emily briefly heard the narrator say something about a clitoris. She was entranced though by the sight of the woman's pink inner lips and the darkened hole of what Emily assumed was her vagina.

The camera then zoomed out and the naked older man from before, appeared in the same room with the young woman. He strode over to where she lay, legs still spread.

"Ah Daddy's stepdaughter spread wide for him." The man said.

The camera shifted angle and Emily stopped breathing when she saw the man place his penis at the entrance to the young woman's vagina.

"Once sufficiently hard," the narrator said, "The stepfather commences sexual intercourse by inserting his penis into his stepdaughter's vagina." Captivated, Emily watched the purple head of the man's penis disappeared as it slipped inside the young woman. It continued to disappear until the penis was no longer visible and the man and woman seemed connected by their crotches. The narrator spoke again, "Once the stepfather's penis is sufficiently massaged by his stepdaughter's inner walls he experiences great pleasure and ejaculates, the milk in his semen will fertilize the woman's egg and make her pregnant." The camera zoomed into where they were joined and the woman's entrance was now oozing something thick and white.

Emily sat quietly, digesting all the new information. She liked learning about sex but she felt wet between her legs. For some reason, it felt wrong.

"Well, what do you think Emily?" her stepfather asked amiably.

Emily blushed, feeling deep embarrassment. "It's okay."

"Are you learning a lot?"

Emily could only nod.

"Let's continue," said her stepfather.

Emily felt her face grow hotter. "Um, I don't know," she stammered.

He cut her off. "Nonsense," he said firmly.

Emily sat stiffly on her stepfather's lap, wishing she could leave. "There, there, Emily," her step daddy consoled her. She felt his hands on her shoulders, stroking and massaging her.

"Just relax honey, that's right lean back and relax..." Emily let herself be pulled down further until she reclined against his chest, her bare legs hanging against his.

He pressed the play button on the remote.

Oh screen the young woman began fondling her step-daddy's wet, limp penis.

She watched as the man's penis hardened underneath his stepdaughter's touch, lengthening until it was too big for her hand. The camera moved in close until the man's erect penis filled the screen. Despite her discomfort, Emily couldn't help but notice the way it twitched as the young woman ran her hand along the shaft, running her hands from his hairy crotch up to the large red knob on the end.

The mesmerizing action before her helped Emily ignore her predicament. She watched incredulous as the young woman opened her mouth, perfectly glossy from red lipstick, and took the man's penis in her mouth. Emily felt disgusted but her eyes remained glued to the screen. The woman's plump red lips glided smoothly over the man's penis, her saliva making the veins along it shiny and slick. Emily felt the warmth rising in her private area.

"What the stepdaughter is doing is sucking the father's milk from her Daddy's penis. She needs to do it every day as soon as she reaches the age of eighteen as The Church has decreed. Her stepfather's pleasure becomes the most important thing to her. The Father's Milk brings both father and stepdaughter closer together. Her stepfather may instruct her to massage his penis with her mouth, vagina and rectum everyday if he so wishes."

Emily felt her pulse quicken, although not from nervousness this time. She felt strange again, like something was awakening in her body and taking control of her. On the screen, the woman's head was quickly bobbing up and down as she swallowed almost half of the man's penis. Emily felt a shiver run through her body. But then she felt something else. Something hard and warm pressing against her thigh.

It was her step-daddy's penis. She sat on his lap and in such a way as his trouser covered cock was resting in the groove of her buttocks.

Oh screen the young woman's cheeks were puffing in an out as she sucked the penis. The woman reached down between his legs and cupped her stepfather's testicles. The woman the massaged her stepfather's testicles and he groaned as he shoved his full length in her mouth.

Emily's stepfather's hand brushed her nipples. They hardened instantly and her gripped both of her nipples on her A-cup breast and timed his twisting and pulling of her nipples to the woman on the screen bobbing head.

Slowly he edged his right hand up under her pleated skirt and with bated breath his fingers touched and lightly caressed the bulging thickly haired pussy of his 18-year-old stepdaughter. His cock began to jerk involuntarily with powerful throbs. He whispered her name softly in her ear. Slowly he began to caress her invitingly soft bulging mound of pleasure, with only the thin material of her panties separating his skin from her young womanhood.

She spread her thighs a little wider, closed her eyes and sighed as her stepfather ran his fingers along her by now very wet slit. Spenser could feel the wetness; it was thick and slippery and oozing from his stepdaughter's pussy through her thin panties. Spenser could not get over how thick her bush was. He would have to make her wax it or shave it as he didn't like hairy pussy. Then he got an idea he would make her pluck out all the hair with a pair of tweezers while he stroked his cock.

He slid his fingers under the edge of her panties and explored a path through her thick wet bush to her sex. His fingers found their target and he was rewarded with the pleasure of feeling his fingers slid along Emily's very wet, very engorged lips, which were now so aroused and engorged that they formed a deep cleft of forbidden but delightful and unimaginable pleasure, a chasm to explore and possess. Forbidden lustful pleasure awaited both of them.

His fingers were now slippery with this inexplicable wetness.

"Emily," he whispered in her ear. "It is the Lord calling out to your body. Don't deny him!"

"Don't fight it," he commanded. "Feel the holiness within you. It is rising free!" Emily started to push her hips to her step-daddy's relentless fingering of her flesh. He pushed and pulled her body tight against his, letting his erect penis rub against her backside. Emily whimpered in excitement.

Emily could tell the tingles were multiplying with rapid intensity as they raced through her body.

"Yes, Emily, yes, yes," he cooed in her ear. "Can you feel it? Is the Lord Jesus himself entering your body?"

She opened her eyes and her gaze locked onto the forgotten movie, still playing in front of her. The man and woman were now having intercourse. All she could see was the man's hard penis, the veins bulging, as it plunged in and out of the woman's vagina from behind.

The pleasure intensified and rose like a tidal wave, poised to crash down and crush her. Her breath came in short gasps. Terrified, Emily didn't know what was going to happen next but she couldn't stop it.

"Ohhh... ahhh," a series of high pitched whines emitted from Emily. The waves washed through her body, a wave would swell up just as the last one would end. All of a sudden, the pleasure and warmth building inside her came to a head. It was as if inside her a dam was about to burst, for the pressure was too great. The water forcing against the dam until it couldn't hold anymore, like the insurmountable pleasure that now threatened to drown her. They continued for what seemed like an eternity until finally they petered out and she was again aware of her surroundings. She felt the heat from her step-daddy's body. Her own was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. The thumping from her chest indicated a rapid heartbeat and her breath was still uneven.

*

"Oh," said Spenser. "Before you go to bed, I have a present for you."

"Another one?" asked Emily, climbing off Spenser's lap. She wished her mother would see the bulge in Spenser's trousers.

"Just a little something I bought in Las Vegas for you," said Spenser.

"Oh!" said Emily, interested despite herself.

Spenser got up, went upstairs and she followed him to her mother's new bedroom, her mom was lying on the bed and he brought out a little bag, which he handed to Emily. She opened it, and took out a very small denim miniskirt.

"Wow!" said Emily. "This is very ... short."

Spenser, just grinned.

Emily, regarding it dubiously. She was no stranger to miniskirts, but this one looked skimpier than any she would dare to wear.

"Try it on, dear," said Ava.

Emily caught the hungry gleam in Spenser's eye, and shuddered. "Perhaps tomorrow," she said. "I'm pretty tired."

"Don't be so ungrateful!" snapped Ava, but Spenser put a hand on her arm.

"It's all right," he said. "Emily doesn't have to try it on right now. Why don't we let her go to bed, and then you and I can... do grown-up stuff." He winked at her.

Ava giggled and blushed. "Okay," she said.

Emily shuddered anew. "I'm going to bed then," she said. And she did thinking about the film and Father's milk. Wondering if her new Daddy would make he do the things in the movie.

She remembered the way he touched her that night as she heard her parent's bed-springs squeaking for forty minutes and loud groaning coming from her stepfather.