Mother's Milk Pt. 01

Angela's life had been turned upside-down. She was stressed beyond belief as she tried to balance working part time at a chemical research facility with caring for her new triplets. Not to mention her violent husband who if not drunk or cheating would be spending the night in a police cell for whatever it was he had last done.

The 26-year-old bio-chemistry graduate was working for a chemical research company near London, considering the creation of a drug that would allow people to clear their minds and focus more on a task. They had not been making progress for a while now, putting Angela's job at risk, the last thing she needed.

The red-head sunk back into her chair, shutting her sea-blue eyes and sighing as she wondered what she was going to do. Her long red curls fell neatly over her shoulders, resting by her round, motherly breasts, which ached from bearing milk for her children. It was in this moment that her pretty, freckled face lit up with an idea. She sat up straight, her slim yet somewhat curved figure typing away at the computer, as she worked furiously into the night.

Early the next morning she was stood grinning ear to ear in the testing lab. She had...pivoted...taken her ideas and about $10m-worth of research that she had been working on and turned it into something better...something fun. If she had got this right, she would soon be testing a new drug...a drug that should give someone the power to control another person's mind. The only problem was, she needed to find a way of adding the controller's DNA to the sample. She needed a means by which the drug could be delivered.

It was at this point that a very crazy idea struck her...she knew that this is something the company could never condone her doing as a project, let alone test something so controversial within their lab. She paused...wondering what on earth could possibly possess her to do this.

"Fuck it..." she muttered to herself, grabbing a syringe and filling it with the vial of golden fluid that she had so expertly created. She swallowed nervously...pausing as she held the syringe in the air in front of her. She took a last second to think...before plunging the needle into her left breast, slowly pushing the plunger. She winced as it entered her body, stinging ever so slightly for the first couple of seconds. She then moved to the top of her other breast, repeating the process.

When she was done, she packed up her things and raced out of the building, feeling like a naughty, truant school kid, who had just left a rotten egg in the principal's office. She jumped in her car and drove home full of excitement, fear, and trying to register what she had just done. You see...Angela's ape of a husband, Barry, had taken a liking during her pregnancy, to drinking from her breasts. This was something that she did not enjoy, but was far too afraid to put a stop to. Her mind was ablaze with curiosity as to what she might be able to test in just a few hours' time.

Angela had just put her kids into bed that night, when she finally climbed into her own, exhausted by her exertion over the last day and a half. She was grateful that her pig of a husband had managed to find his way to bed, only a little drunk and thankfully not smelling of other women. She hated that. As he climbed in with her, he did his usual thing of throwing his beefy arms around waist, pulling her close to him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Admittedly he was a handsome man, one that had not always been this way. She would often think back to her days in university when he had promised her the life of her dreams. What idiots...She would often think of them both.

His short blonde hair was ruffled, and his emerald but empty green eyes stared at her face. She did not fight him tonight, and instead of trying to roll away from him when he made a move for her breasts, she gave him what he wanted...or at least...what he thought he was getting. Tonight would be different she smiled to herself, wondering if it would work as he took her left nipple between his rough lips. Had she got the dosage right? Would he be okay? Would it work? How long would it take? She suddenly began to have second thoughts, but realised that she was too late, seeing his neck move as he swallowed. She moaned a little as he sucked, for once not actually feeling altogether repulsed by the sensation of her drunk husband using her in this way.

Once he had finished with her, he rolled over and pulled his dick out from his boxers like usual. She sighed, wishing that it would work, and praying that it would do so soon. She did not have the energy to fight his attempts. Reluctantly she let her husband proceed to play with himself right next to her, moving closer to her body as he felt up and down her toned legs. Only then did it hit her that she had no idea how it would work...would she just be able to think it? No...surely not...she would need to give him the idea somehow. What if...she told him what she wanted? Put the idea in his head, let his brain trick him into thinking it's what he wanted? Perhaps that's all it would take.

Soon her husband's attempts became a little less forceful, even disoriented, as though he'd been hit by another few shots of whisky. Her heart leapt, Yes, of course it must only take as long as it would for alcohol. She began smiling like an idiot just as her husband began to rub himself against her smooth right ass cheek uncertainly. She decided to take a gamble, knowing perfectly well just how wrong this could go given his temperament...

She turned around and pushed him away, "You idiot, you don't want that, do you?" She asked a little half-heartedly...

"Um...Ugh...No...no I guess not..." Barry shook his head, confused, what did he want then?

"Erm...you...you want" Angela paused, realising he hadn't gone down on her in years, "you want to go down on me, don't you?" Although it was certainly not asked like a question. Nodding, Barry moaned, "Yes...um...I do..."

"You do...what?" Angela interrupted, becoming confident, "you want to go down on your Goddess, don't you?"

"Yes, I want to go down on you my Goddess" Barry muttered, smiling dumbly at his wife and now controller too.

Angela couldn't help but giggle to herself as Barry began to move between her legs, pulling down her underwear and moving his tongue to her most intimate of body parts. Angela gasped as her husband's tongue played with her folds, like they hadn't done in years. In fact...better than that...like never before...he was really going at it, he genuinely believed that he was eating out a Goddess' pussy! Angela now laughed to herself as she muttered in disbelief, "That's it, you like eating your Goddess' pussy don't you, you pig of a husband?"

"Yes, my Goddess, your pig of a husband loves eating your pussy, OINK" her husband moaned into her. Angela couldn't help but burst out laughing, her confused pig-husband now sucking at her labia as she tried to catch her breath from laughter. It seemed like the serum was not quite perfect, she would have to be careful with how she phrased things.

She continued to let him suck at her now very excited and VERY wet pussy, until she came so close to climaxing, that unable to help herself, Angela rolled her husband over with newfound energy, and climbed onto his face, riding him vigorously. She moaned as she coated her slave's face in her juices, gasping as she imagined her full body weight pressing down against her abusive husband. However, just like he was ordered to, he keeps sucking and kissing at his Goddess' pussy. Finally, Angela cannot hold back any longer, she gasps, hips rocking against her husband's face as she came, feeling her juices squirt all over his nose and mouth, running down his cheeks and dripping onto his neck as he looks up at her.

Angela rolled off of her husband, giggling like a school girl as she cleaned herself up, still in heaven after what she had just experienced. By the time she looked over at him, Barry had already fallen asleep from exhaustion, his face still covered in her delicious, creamy, wetness. She began laughing as he snored, unable to wait to see his reaction the next morning when he would wake up all sticky. After being satisfied for the first time since she was about twenty, Angela rolled onto her side, a wry smile on her pretty, freckled face. She gently drifted off to sleep, to dream about the fun she was going to have from now on. Her life had been turned on its head once more, except this time...she was on top.

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Note for reader: I hope you enjoyed my first story, please do let me know if it is something you feel I should try and work at! If you have any feedback, advice or comments it would be much appreciated. Have fun and stay sexy!