Father's Milk: Spencer and Emily Ch. 03-04

Chapter Three

When Emily returned home from her new Catholic school the following afternoon, she met Spenser coming down the stairs in just a white vest and a pair of boxer shorts. The shorts were unbuttoned; Emily was revolted to see long pink skin and thick black hair through the gap. The hair seemed much thicker than the man had in the movie last night.

"Hi Emily!" said Spenser. "Your mother and I are just about to watch a movie, care to join us?" She was afraid he would bring up the movie they had watched together and about the father's milk, but when he didn't bring it up she was grateful.

"Um, no, I have homework to do," said Emily.

"Don't talk nonsense," said her mother, appearing at the top of the stairs in a very long black dress with pearl buttons. "It's Friday, you could do your homework at any time this weekend. Come on, don't be unsociable. We're watching Sixteen Candles..."

This was one of Emily's favorite movies, as Ava well knew. Emily nodded grudgingly. "Okay, I suppose so."

"Why don't you try on that skirt first?" suggested Spenser.

"Oh yes, good idea!" said Ava. "Go on upstairs and put it on, darling."

Emily rolled her eyes and said nothing as she went up to her room and closed the door behind her. She took off her school skirt and tried on the one Spenser had bought for her. It was ridiculously short when she reached back with her hands, she could feel her buttocks peeping just below the hemline. No matter how hard she tugged it down, she could not fully cover her bottom.

She left her bedroom, and crept downstairs to the door of the living room. Catching her mother's eye, she beckoned to her. Ava got up and trotted out into the hall.

"Mum, it's too short!" whispered Emily. "Look!"

"Oh dear!" said Ava, as Emily turned her back. "I see what you mean. Oh, but you mustn't offend Spenser by complaining about it. Go in there and thank him for being so kind. Perhaps when he sees how short it is, he'll offer to let you lengthen it a bit."

"Oh but Mum!"

"Go on!"

Reluctantly Emily entered the living room and stood in front of Spenser. "Thanks very much Spenser," she intoned. "It's really nice."

"It suits you!" said Spenser, pleased. "Now come and sit on my lap, there's a good girl, and we'll watch this movie together."

Emily turned to her mother, but Ava merely nodded firmly and gestured towards Spenser's lap. With a sigh, Emily turned and lowered herself on to her stepfather's lap. As she did so, the tiny skirt rode up over her buttocks, so that there was absolutely no denim between her bottom and Spenser's inadequately covered penis. Once again, she felt his erection pressing between her buttocks, only this time it was just the thin material of her panties and his boxer shorts shielding her from contact with his excited flesh. Over the next few minutes, as it hardened and grew, Spenser's penis pushed forward beneath her panties' gusset until it was pressing into the groove between her labia. It felt so warm against her pussy that she wondered if perhaps it had emerged out of the gap that she had seen in the front of his boxer shorts. She fervently hoped not.

But Spenser's erection was not the only part of him that she was worried about. His arms, encircling her waist, seemed over the course of the film to be creeping upwards. By the time Jake was looking through the yearbook to find Sam's photo, Spenser's right wrist was pressing up against her left breast. But it encroached no farther than this, and as the film ended, Emily in great relief jumped up from Spenser's lap. She did not dare turn around and look at his crotch, fearing what she might see, so instead she turned to her mother. "Shall I heat up the leftovers?" she asked.

"That sounds like a good idea," said Ava. "Thank you darling."

Later on, that evening, Spenser, who apparently wanted to work his way through Ava's entire DVD collection, suggested they should all watch The Prestige. Emily was not at all keen on this idea, mostly because she was sure it would mean more lap time, but partly because she thought the film was crap. However, her mother insisted, and once again Emily found herself sitting on Spenser's lap, with what she was convinced was his naked erection pressing against her pussy through her panties.

When she got up, this time she plucked up the courage to turn around. She did so just in time to see him tucking his extensive erection back into his boxer shorts. "Oops," he said apologetically. "I seem to have popped out."

Emily cornered her mother later upstairs while Spenser was in the bathroom. "Mum, you saw it, didn't you? He had an erection while I was sitting on his lap! And it was out of his boxer shorts!"

"Emily, I'm sure there's nothing sinister about it. Men get erections, sometimes it's just a physiological response. You shouldn't get so worked up over it."

"But Spenser's little 'physiological response' was poking between my legs!"

"Just try to ignore it, darling. And try to be a little nicer to him, you were a bit rude tonight."

"Well I don't like him!"

"Try harder!" said Ava firmly. "This is the man I've married. In a couple of years' time you'll be old enough to move out and have money of your own, if you really can't stand to be around him but until then, just please make an effort. And just so you know, I've put our old house on the market."

Emily's jaw dropped. "What? I grew up in that house with dad. All my memories of Dad are in that house."

"Yes but we don't need it, not after moving into this huge house."

Emily was speechless.

Chapter Four

The following morning, Emily put on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. If there was to be any lap-sitting today, she wanted adequate protection.

When she got downstairs, however, a smiling Spenser held out to her another tiny garment. "Here," he said. "I had it shortened for you at the tailor's, good Catholic girls should only where skirts and never pants. I bought some others yesterday, too, while you were at school, your mother said it would be okay. Go on, try it on."

Emily paled. She recognized the material, it was one of her favorite skirts. Now it was butchered beyond recognition. "I'll be right back," she said brusquely, taking the skirt from him.

Upstairs, she found her mother. "Mum!" she said. "Why did you tell Spenser it was okay to shorten my skirt?"

Ava looked awkward. She was wearing a very long coffee colored dress, with a high neckline. "Well darling, your Daddy knows what he's doing, he said you were sure to be pleased with the results..."

"But look at this thing, Mum!" hissed Emily, unfolding the skirt in her hand. "This won't cover anything!"

"Well it won't cover much, admittedly," agreed Ava, "but you don't have to wear it outside the house. Just wear it indoors, to keep Spenser happy, and when you go out you can put on something more concealing."

"But I would have gone out in this one!" said Emily. "It was one of my favorites!"

"Hush!" said Ava nervously. "Please, Emily, just humor him. For me?"

Emily rolled her eyes in disgust and stomped off to her room. Scowling, she took off her jeans and pulled on the tiny skirt. Strangely, it was a lot tighter than she remembered, she only just managed to get it up over her bottom. Zipping it up, she turned around in front of the mirror. It was even worse than she had imagined, it only came two thirds of the way down her buttocks, and her panties were showing beneath the hemline at the front. Also, it was now so tight that her panty-lines were very prominent.

She went downstairs, and found her mother embracing with Spenser on the couch. They broke off as she entered. "Well!" said Spenser. "I think it looks very good on you! What do you think, Ava?"

Emily raised an eyebrow as she looked at her mother, who, she noted, did not meet her gaze. "It looks very nice," said Ava.

"It's too short," said Emily, "and too tight."

"Hmm," said Spenser. "Turn around."

Emily did so. "See what I mean?" she said.

"Well it's supposed to be short," said Spenser. "But perhaps you're right about it being too tight."

Emily was filled with relief.

"On the other hand," said Spenser, "those unsightly panty-lines wouldn't be a problem if you wore a thong instead of ordinary panties."

"I don't have any thongs," lied Emily. She had three, in fact, but had no desire for Spenser to see her in any of them.

"Oh, that's a pity," said Spenser. "Well, perhaps you could go 'commando', as they say?"

Emily's jaw dropped. "I don't think so!" she said. "It's a little short for that!"

"Oh come on, you've got nothing to be shy about, I can tell you've got a very nice heat-shaped bottom, and you're already showing most of it."

"It's not my bottom I'm worried about..." began Emily.

"Go on, Emily," said Ava, "there's no need to be shy in front of Spenser. He's your new Dad. In fact, we'd like you to call him Dad from now on."

"Or Daddy, if you prefer," said Spenser.

"But he's not my real Dad!"

"No, but he is taking on that role," said Ava patiently. "I know you probably resent it, but he'll be acting as your father from now on, so you really need to get used to the idea."

"Now be a good girl and take off your panties," said Spenser. "Let's see how that skirt looks without those awful panty-lines."

Outnumbered, Emily reluctantly turned around and tugged downwards on the leg-bands of her panties, taking care not to bend over as she pulled them down her thighs. She squeezed her knees together, and they dropped to her calves, where upon she stepped out of them and kicked them away. Clasping her hands together in front of her pussy, she turned back to face Spenser and her mother. "Happy now?"

"Put your hands by your sides," said Spenser. "I can't see the full effect of the skirt otherwise."

"But Mum!" Emily pleaded, "He'll be able to see... everything!"

"Do as your father says, Emily!" said Ava, after a moment's hesitation.

Emily felt extremely uncomfortable as she let her hands fall to her sides. She saw Spenser's eyes light up, and a broad grin come to his lips. But then suddenly he frowned. "Emily, if you're going to be wearing skirts this short a lot, and I anticipate that you will, I think you should shave yourself down there. All that hair just looks untidy and unsanitary. What do you think, Ava?"

"I agree," said Ava, looking at the floor. "Go and shave, darling."

Emily shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "Fine!" she said, and she stomped out of the room.

It took her a while, due to her inexperience in shaving her intimate parts, and when she finally came back downstairs, flashing a newly bald pussy beneath the hem of her incredibly tight, unbelievably short skirt, Spenser and her mother were having breakfast.

"Much better," Spenser approved.

* After breakfast, Emily shut herself in her room to do some homework. Then she called her new friend, Mary. For two minutes, she ranted about Spenser, and Mary could hardly get a word in edgewise.

"And ugh, you wouldn't believe what he's got me wearing," she said. "It's totally ridiculous a miniskirt so short that doesn't even cover my private regions."

"Woah! Sounds... I don't know... pretty sexy!"

"But I don't want to look sexy for him! He's like fifty! And he keeps asking me to sit on his lap!"

"Hmm, sounds like a real Daddy. Does your Mum know he asks you to sit on his lap?"

"She makes me do it! And he always has an erection!"

"The Church says you should always do what your Daddy tells you as he knows best. I gotta go my Daddy is calling, he has a huge lollipop for me to suck," Mary said.

"I'll see you then," said Emily. She put the phone down. Then she frowned, hearing noises from next door. When she realized what, they were, she shuddered and hurriedly put her headphones on. Lying on her bed, she listened to her music for a while, until she judged it was safe to remove them.

Getting up, she left her room to go to the bathroom, and almost bumped into Spenser.

"Excuse me," he said, passing by her to go downstairs. Emily's jaw dropped, the man was naked from the waist down! His penis was really long and shiny with a thick white drop on the head and it was nestled in an extremely thick, black cock bush.

And so, he remained naked, even during lunch.

Afterwards, he said, "Who's up for another movie?"

"All right," said Ava.

"Why don't we give Emily the choice?" asked Spenser.

Emily shifted uneasily in her chair, and tried to think of something short. "Bad Moms?"

"I haven't seen that," said Spenser. "Good! Let's go and watch it."

Emily tried to get her mother on her own, but Ava followed Spenser into the living room, sitting down next to him on the sofa. Emily, her stomach knotting, put in the DVD of Bad Moms and then headed for an armchair. But Spenser was having none of that.

"Come on Emily," he said, patting his lap. "Sit on my lap."

Emily looked unhappily at her mother, but Ava merely nodded. So, Emily, suppressing a whimper of discomfort, went over to Spenser, turned around, and sat down. Her tight skirt rode up around her hips, and her naked pussy landed squarely on Spenser's hardening naked penis. It alternately hardened and softened beneath her over the next half-hour, making it difficult for her to enjoy the movie. Then Spenser grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

"Sorry," he said to Ava, "but whenever Emily moves, her nether regions pull on the skin of my penis. You couldn't possibly go and grab some cherry oil, could you? I think it will be more comfortable for both of us if we're not sticking to each other."

Ava stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Of course dear," she said, getting up.

Emily was astounded. 'The nerve of the man! He was getting closer and closer to actually having sex with her and her Mum was letting it happen! What was she thinking? How far would she let him go before some kind of maternal instinct, or even a marital instinct, kicked in?'

Ava returned with a bottle of cherry oil and handed it to Spenser. "Here you go," she said, then she sat back down.

"Up," said Spenser, grasping her by the hips and lifting slightly.

Emily got to her feet, then she gasped as she felt a slippery hand slide between her legs, cupping her pussy. Back and forth slid Spenser's fingers, running over, around and between her labia, back over her vaginal opening to her anus, lubricating all her most private places. His hand roamed all over her lower buttocks, covering them with cherry oil, and then slipped back between them and forward over her pussy again. With one slippery finger, he rubbed all around her clitoris, and then he withdrew his hand.

Emily looked down at her mother, hoping to see a shocked or outraged expression on her face. But Ava was staring forwards, looking apparently unconcerned. Then, having oiled himself up, Spenser pulled on Emily's hips, and she lowered herself back down on to his lap. The tip of his erect penis hit her just between her vagina and anus, but he guided it forward until it was pressing between her pussy lips. She settled down, grimacing as she felt his erection parting her slippery plump labia and becoming sandwiched between them.

Spenser hit the play button, and as the movie progressed, Emily was revolted to feel his penis sliding back and forth between her plump labia. The movement was slow and subtle, however, and she didn't think her mother would believe her if she complained about it.

The movie finished, and Emily got up to help her mother make tea. The oil had dried off or soaked in by now, but Emily could still feel the warmth of Spenser's penis against her pussy. "Can't you make him put some trousers on?" she whispered to her mother.

"I can ask," said Ava, "but I'm not going to make him. I want him to feel comfortable and this is his home here after all."

"Then can I please go and put some jeans on?" Emily pleaded. "Or at the very least a pair of panties? He wants to watch another movie goodness knows where his erection's going to end up this time."

"No darling, I won't have you offending him like that. Just try to put up with it."

Emily sighed. "All right," she said.

"I'll finish up here," said Ava. "You go and put in another DVD."

Emily returned to the living room and pulled out another film this time it was Mirror Images II. As she approached Spenser, he picked up the cherry oil.

"I don't know about you," he said, "but I seem to have dried off. We'd better oil ourselves up again." He poured some oil into his cupped hand, and reached for Emily's pussy. She shuddered in pleasure as he started rubbing it into her shaved pussy, his fingers probing between her labia and back between her buttocks. Having oiled up her entire buttock region, he pulled his hand forward to her pussy again, and started working his fingers on and around her clitoris.

Despite herself, Emily found that this was not entirely an unpleasant experience. Spenser's touch was gentle, yet assured, and his stroking of her clitoris was sending little tingles through her entire pelvic region. After two minutes of this she was getting rather excited and beginning to breathe heavily, and she found that she did not really want him to stop.

But then her mother came back in with the tea.

Spenser rubbed a little more oil into her pussy, then he withdrew his hand and started oiling up his erection. When Emily sat down on his lap, his penis resumed its prior position between her labia. During the movie, he thrust slowly back and forth as before, which still disgusted Emily, but she was so turned on that this time she actually pressed her clitoris down against his penis, to get some relief. An orgasm failed to result, however, to her frustration, so she began to subtly masturbate herself on her step-daddy's cock, hoping her mother would not notice. There was little chance that Spenser would not notice, but she hoped he would keep quiet about it. She climaxed in silence, by clenching her teeth and holding her breath, but she knew that her shudders were probably giving her away, at least to Spenser.

In the movie, the other twin sister was riding her sister's boyfriend's cock. Emily was so horny after watching this scene.

Half an hour before the end of the film, Spenser muttered something about drying out and needing more oil, and the next thing Emily knew, he was reaching between her legs and rubbing more cherry oil into her pussy. Once again his fingers started working wonders with her clitoris, and she leaned back against him, parting her legs slightly to allow him easier access.

As the credits rolled, Spenser was still massaging Emily's pussy with slick and slippery fingers occasionally pinching her clit.