Mrs Andrews.

It takes you a second to work out who it is but once you do you understand why, Mrs Andrews is calling and from what you can understand one of her daughters has come down with the virus and she is in a full on panic about it and wants you to come right away. Explaining what is going on to Stella, Rachael and Antonia, "one of Mrs Andrews has caught the virus I have to go and help her like I helped you Antonia so if one you ladies can sort out Antonia that would be great and feel free to borrow some of my gym stuff it should fit you Antonia". Grabbing a coat you go out the back door you sprint round the back way as it is quicker to cut through then to go down the street. Knocking on the side door Mrs Andrews opens it and pulls you in so fast you almost leave skid marks, " thank god you came that stupid daughter of mine snuck out last night to go to an end of the world party and now she has the virus".

Leading you upstairs you see her middle daughter Dillion in the living room giving you a funny look as you go up the stairs, all you can do is wave and give a smile. Expecting it to be her oldest and wildest daughter Brook you are honestly surprised when you are show to a room and in the bed is her youngest Rilynn who is thrashing about on the bed with a huge pair of tits, even more odd is before none of Mrs Andrews daughters had really inherited her looks. Not one of them had blonde hair or anything bigger then the average boob size, but now Rilynn is a clone of her mother. Blonde hair, a tight trim figure with oversized breasts which have to be G cups at least and are leaking milk like crazy as her chest is soaked in the stuff. " Frankie can you help her is it to late I do not think I was this bad when I was ill, was I".

She is right about that Rilynn is way worse then her mother was, if anything she is more like Mrs Banks. Rilynn must have started early this morning and no one noticed till now or she got hit bad either way you need to get those puppies down fast. " Mrs Andrews I think it is ok but I will warn you its a good chance the amount she has in her breasts will end up causing what happened with you to happen here and I cannot guarantee that it will not be needed for me to um do her anyway even if I can control things some times it just needs the milk to be out others it seems they need either orgasms or a guys semen".

Not caring about that Mrs Andrews can see her daughter is not coming out of this anything other then bimbo or dead so she knows she has ****, to be honest she would not mind seeing what happens if you lose control again. " Frankie do what must be done if you cannot control things then it is the price my daughter and I will have to pay". Happy she is ok with things as you do not want her screaming ****, calling the cops for fucking her daughter or something like that. Removing your coat shirt and pants you leave your boxers on in case you can control things but doubt it as a lot of milk is coming out of those breasts.

Getting to work, Rilynn is out of it as you begin to work her breasts but she still makes moaning sounds as the milk starts to really flow. While the stuff tastes the same from woman to woman you have started to notice a difference in it, some its is like milk others it is more thicker almost milkshake consistency. Rilynn is the milkshake sort and you have noticed the thicker the consistency the larger the change so to speak occurs in you. Thinking about it while you suck on Rilynn's nipples the thicker it is the higher level of concentration it must have of what ever is causing this change in you and the women. This in turn means Rilynn and her mother are buggered as you can already feel your cock getting hard and a need is building in you, moving the rest of the bed cloths away now you change position and get on top of Rilynn for both a better angle to work her breasts and to be ready to fuck her.

Mrs Andrews had left for a short period to have her other daughters go downstairs and stay away from their sisters room no matter what they hear but has now returned. The first thing she sees is you working her daughters breasts and that they have gone down considerably to what they were when you started, the next thing she notices is the huge bulge straining to be free of your boxer shorts. Just as she is debating if she should lend a helping hand as the noises that are coming from her daughter show she is enjoying things even if she is not with it, the bulge escapes and Mrs Andrews gasps the lets out a slight argh as said bulge plunges into her daughters pussy.