Have your milk.

You spent a good time without feeding. Unable to resist the urge as Melanie talks to her new daughters, you stand up and begin undressing. Both of your "sisters" stop talking and stare at you with surprise. Melanie, however, has seen the way you're looking at her, and has a good idea of what you want.

"Oh, baby, you want me to feed you, right? I'm sorry, I was so in lost talking with my new daughters. This is going to be so much fun!"

You grin. "Yeah, I'm happy too, Mommy. Anyways, you can keep talking, just take care of me while you're at it."

Melanie giggles and pats her lap. "Oh baby, you don't need to ask. Come here to Mommy. I'll take care of your stiffy too."

You smile innocently. "Thanks, Mommy!"

Erica and Gemma are frozen, their eyes wide with shock. Of course, you pay no heed to them and walk into your mother's arms. She pulls over her blouse and takes a tit out of her bra. Moving your head to the bare and dripping tit, you groan and bury your face as deeply as possible into your "mother's" mammaries.

Melanie shivers but smiles warmly, closing her eyes. "Oh, baby...that feels so good."

Understanding that she also needs to take care of your lower half (which is twitching and leaking an excessive amount of pre-cum), she reaches out to grab your member. It's plenty lubricated because of your excitement, so she strokes it slowly and hums, then looks to her slack-jawed daughters.

"Now, isn't he so cute? Horny, too, but my husband and I don't mind. We're just glad he's back with us, and we're glad we've gained some wonderful daughters too. Can you tell me about yourselves some more? Gemma, since you work with our fine police ****, you must have some interesting stories to tell!"

Gemma closes her mouth and fidgets, unable to take her eyes off of her boyfriend and "brother" who's suckling greedily from Melanie's breasts. "I...um...I just started recently, so I...d-don't know much."

Erica calms herself down, now understanding the relationship between Melanie and you more. She can't blame you for being so involved with a different mother now, and her crotch grows wet out of arousal.

"So, how often do you feed my little brother there?" Erica asks curiously.

Melanie hugs you tightly and you groan, making all sorts of lewd slurping and smacking sounds. It seems to make Gemma embarrassed, looking down while Erica looks on with growing arousal.

"Oh, well it's only been a day, but he's already asked for it three or four times. At this rate, I'm afraid I probably won't ever stop lactating... Hmm, maybe my breasts will keep growing, then? I guess I'll need to find some new bras..."

"Urgh!"

You ejaculate a little, splattering Melanie's thigh with a thin streak of fluid. It's partially thanks to your "mother's" strokes, but her words struck a chord as well. You've discovered a new goal: to make Melanie's chest as big as you can, in order to feed you better.

Erica grins at your reaction while Gemma places her hands over her face, peeking through her fingers. Maybe she's finding this a little more stimulating than she'd like to admit?