You see, if you haven't already guessed, it was the breast of my Mother I was nursing and my Father was the one feasting on cream pie. But now I owe a... explanation.Four months ago Mom had given birth at a late age. She was shy of being forty and the pregnancy had been difficult. The baby, a girl, hadn't lived very long. As an explanation they were told it wasn't unusual for a late in life baby to not survive. I wasn't convinced.Three months later I was discharged from the military and went home. .It's 7.30am and all I can think about is dominating my sissy slave for the whole day, however I am spending the day alone so this can't be. My sissy has to go to work. Although he is not dressed and made up into the wonderful little sissy slut she is, underneath his uniform I commanded he wore a lacy pink thong with a floral pattern on them. That itself is a huge turn on. Part time sissy slave, full time slave. The pink thong turned me on so much I teased my slave, with topics such as what I. The guy behind the counter noticed me and said yeah I saw it. My wife smiled at him and I blushed. She told the guy that she had needed some clean up work out there. I don't think he knew why but he said cool. We got to the place and picked up the motor home. Jackie's Jeep had a tow bar on the front bumper and it was an easy hook up. We put his transfer case in neutral and left the steering wheel in the unlocked position. We all climbed in and I started out on the ride back. The bummer was I'm. The baby was reaching up playing and also breastfeeding on the boobs that the girl was dangling overhead. The baby didn't seem to mind the milk dripping onto its face while it was playing with the thumb sized teat." Cassandra shuddered and continued."Sitting on the couch was a nude man whose face was blocked by one of those pregnant girls," she pointed at the twelve year olds, "who were also nude. She was in his lap, impaled on his dick and riding him, facing outward. The man was reaching.