Bathroom, breakfast, and more milk

You wake up as soon as you feel your belly grumbling. Letting out a groan yourself, you look down and find that you're still completely naked, only now the covers are missing. Melanie must have woke up first decided to take them away... You aren't sure how many times you ejaculated last night, but the blanket must've needed a serious wash.

You hear sizzling noises outside of your room, and you think you can smell bacon as well... No wonder your stomach was growling. However, first your bladder needs to be relieved, probably thanks to all the milk you've been drinking. Given how swollen Melanie's breasts were, it had to be a pretty serious amount... And you still doubt that you even got close to emptying them.

Taking a deep breath and a huge stretch, you resolve to spend the day continuing to experiment with your new family, and more importantly, drink as much of that sweet nectar as possible.

Sliding off the bed, you enter the bathroom attached to your room. It has a spacious shower and, on top of the toilet lid, a pair of pants, underwear, and a plain red T-shirt. They all have tags on them, which means that one of your "parents" must have already gone out to buy you some new clothes. You aren't sure if that's necessary given all the clothes you have at home, but you still appreciate the hospitality.

Emptying your bladder, showering, and then changing into the surprisingly well-fitting clothes, you move downstairs to the kitchen. Greg is eating at the table while watching a football broadcast on his smartphone, and Melanie is cooking at the stove. Both of them notice your presence, and they're all smiles.

"Good morning, sweetie," Melanie says, giving you a little wave.

"Morning, Son," Greg adds. "Did you sleep well?"

You can't help but grin and eye up your doting mother, who appears to be blushing a little.

"Absolutely. How about you?" you ask Greg knowing that he was in charge of Hannah last night.

He shrugs. "I was woken up once in the middle of the night, but that's all. Since I took some days off I'm able to sleep a little longer, so it's no big deal."

You feel a little bad about that, but if he says he's okay, then you figure it's better not to worry. On a side note, you realize that you've never tested your powers on someone as young as Hannah... Would they even be able to understand your words? You plan experiment later when the proper time arrives; maybe you can make the parents' life a little easier?

"Here you go, sweetie," Melanie says, setting down a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. "If you want, I can breastfeed you afterward." You can't help but smile widely, hearing her offer you breastmilk as casually as she would orange juice.

"I think I'll take you up on that," you reply.

Slurp! Smack!

Melanie's moans fill the kitchen as she straddles your lap. She's removed her bra and discarded it on the table, pulling up her blouse enough that her breasts are totally exposed.

You grind against her and suck on her right breast, drawing sweet milk into your mouth. Your hands fondle Melanie's ass, pulling her even closer. She doesn't seem to mind, hugging you and keeping your head close to her breasts.

The most exciting part of this session is that Greg watching, a little flustered by the sight. Although you told him that you were going to be breastfed by his wife, you didn't detail how, so it's understandable that he's a little confused as he watches you grinding and moaning together.

Pulling away and wiping some milk from your lips, you lean to the side and smile innocently. "Something wrong, Dad?"

Greg widens his eyes, hesitating for a moment. "Ah...it's nothing. I think I'll give you two some privacy, check up on our daughter."

"Oh honey, you don't have to worry about that," Melanie assures him with a heartwarming smile. "You're free to watch me breastfeed our son if you want."

Greg smiles back, then leans forward to kiss her on the lips. "It's alright. Let me know when you two are done, and we'll go out."

You watch your "father" leave the kitchen, and feel a tiny bit of guilt. He must be a bit worried, or at least confused, after seeing you openly fondling his wife's ass.

"Don't worry about your father... Just keep drinking, sweetie," Melanie urges, pushing you back to her breasts. You obey without hesitation, latching on and continuing to buck your hips against her, ignoring the persistent, labored squeaks of the chair beneath you.

Eventually you cum in your underwear, the front of your pants growing dark with the sticky load. You're fairly sure that Melanie's wet from all the excitement, but it's difficult to tell when your crotch is so thoroughly soaked.

You stop rocking the chair slow down your sucking, nursing in peaceful silence for the next ten minutes or so. Eventually, though, your cock begins to rise, and you know you aren't done yet.