Daddy's Milk

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This was a time when I believed that love would overcome anything. Well, it certainly overcame me. The very first thing I did, even before crying, was to sit down on the living room rug and nurse my daughter, M. Nursing was my landing pad. It was the place where my milk could turn my anger into white, warm calmness. Nursing had the same soothing effect on my baby, no matter how hungry, agitated, red-faced and cranky she was at the start. Nothing beat nursing. Have you heard about the movie that involved haunted dairy items? I believe it is called Paranormal Activia.

A man walks into a library and asks for a pint of milk. The librarian says “this is a library”. The man whispers “sorry, a pint of milk please”. One astronaut says to another. I can’t find any milk for my coffee. The other astronaut replies “In space no one can. Here, use cream”. I brought some spoiled milk to my first economics class. I heard we’d be learning about gross domestic products, and I thought bringing an example would give me extra credit.But the truth was, if any possible romantic date of mine was squeamish about the fact that I was breastfeeding, I did need to know this up front. I mean, if I hadn't said anything, and then all of a sudden he looked down and noticed the wet spots on my blouse, that would have been interesting. Why was the farmer always quiet when milking? Because it’s hard to talk when you’re udder concentration.

Advisory: This story contains adult themes 18+. It is intended for mature readers who love their erotica to be hot, steamy and rough! All characters are over eighteen, and no characters are related by blood. After my aftercare daddy gets my diapee on and jammies. He gets me a sippie of juice and lays me in his bed he hands me my juice and my stuffie and cuddles next to me. He fingers me, rubbing my clit, turning me into a squirming little mess. I’m glad to have found such a wonderful, lewd partner so early in my life. I’d never expected said partner to be my father, but who cares? Nobody else knows. I’d also never expected to have children so early on, but that’s great, too. I’ll get to see them grow up, but still be fairly young myself! I’ll be able to keep up with them for ages, too. Maybe they’ll want an older guy to breed them, too… I can’t imagine being a grandma! Walking down the street the other week, and someone threw some cheese and milk at me. I thought, “how dairy”. As our frothy journey through milk humor comes to an end, we hope you’ve enjoyed this utterly entertaining collection of milk jokes.

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Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community Why did the dad start jogging every day? To build up his stamina for all the times he keeps leaving for milk! Why did the dad move next door to the grocery store? So he never has to go too far to leave for milk!

Worried that the milk I bought this morning has come from a cloned cow. It tasted exactly the same as a bottle I bought yesterday. I started a company selling land mines that look like prayer mats. Prophets are going through the roof.

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During this time, my mom was out of town for some psychiatric conference. She was always out of town, so I was used to this. Did you hear what happened to the girl who twisted her ankle in the cow’s pen? She was milking her injury! Honestly, he’s almost as fascinated with the whole process as I am. I love growing a new life in my belly, feeling myself grow and change. I particularly appreciate what it’s done for my breasts. They’re so much bigger, now. I wonder how they’ll be after I pop out a few more kids for Daddy? I’ll be a big breeding cow, just for him. I hope it won’t get too difficult for us to have wild, babymaking sex once our kids get older. Still, he did the right thing: He asked if I had a photo of M., and when I pulled one from my wallet, he used the word adorable. Why was the farmer good at math? He knew how to add and multiply, but most importantly, he knew how to divide the milk.

Our baby falls asleep, and I take her to her room. Then, Daddy and I play with each other on the couch. I mean, I know it’s a bit beyond ‘playing’, but I like to think of things this way. Really, we shouldn’t ever be doing any of this sort of stuff together, especially the making babies part… I know that. But nobody will ever know. I’m going to give birth during summer break, so plenty of my friends didn’t even realise I was pregnant a third time.Milk**, , Sugar, , Cocoa Butter, , Cocoa Mass, , Vegetable Fats (Palm, Shea), , Emulsifiers (E442, E476), , Flavourings, , Contains Milk. Allergy Advice: May contain Nuts, Wheat , **The equivalent of 426 ml of Fresh Liquid Milk in every 227 g of Milk Chocolate, , Milk Solids 20 % minimum, actual 23 %, , Cocoa Solids 20 % minimum, , Contains Vegetable Fats in addition to Cocoa Butter