Milking His Mom (Lactating - Mommy Fantasies)
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Authors: Amber Adams
Tags: #erotica, #sensual, #oral sex, #milk, #lactation, #breastfeeding, #pseudoincest, #motherson
titles.
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Breeding His
Sister's Girlfriend
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Breeding His
Sister's Girlfriend
His Virgin Sister's
Graduation Present
Smashwords Edition. Copyright 2012 by Amber
Adams.
Leon wasn’t upset when
a fallen tree trapped his stepmother at his cabin. With her nursing
her new baby, his hidden lust for her soared. She worried that she
hadn’t brought her breast pump.
He didn’t see that as
a problem.
When she asked him to
help her out, things got hotter than either of them dreamed
possible. Would she cross the fine line separating them from
ecstasy?
Warning: This erotic
short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The
plot involves adult breastfeeding (lactation) between a man and his
stepmother. All sexually active characters are over the age of
eighteen and are not biologically related to one
another.
Leon wrapped his coat tightly around himself
and shook his head. The fallen pine had completely cut off all
access on the road down the mountain. Since there wasn’t even
enough room to get his four-wheel drive around the blockage, he’d
have to bring out the chainsaw to clear the road.
The icy wind blew snow directly into his
face and it felt like an arctic knife slicing though him. As he
looked at his watch he realized it would be dark soon, which meant
he’d have to wait to start until first thing in the morning. Looked
like his stepmother and her new baby would be spending the night
after all.
He didn’t really mind although he suspected
she would have reservations. He’d stayed clear of the nasty divorce
circus between her and his dad, but he knew she would have doubts
about whether he’d taken sides with his dad in his head, since he’d
stayed publicly neutral.
He honestly hadn’t, but if he had decided to
stand with either of them, he’d have supported his stepmom. His dad
was a verbally-abusive, cheating jackass. As far as Leon was
concerned, if you were in a committed relationship, then you should
stay that way. Or get a divorce, which was exactly what Beth had
done the moment she discovered his dad’s infidelity.
Then she’d found out she was pregnant which,
of course, meant his dad had demanded a paternity test, only to be
proven he was the baby’s daddy. That meant he got to add pretty
hefty child support payments to the court-ordered alimony.
Leon’s somewhat chilly relationship with his
dad had gotten downright artic, just like the evening’s weather,
when he made it clear he wasn’t going to take sides. Thankfully,
his grandparents had left him their cabin in the mountains
overlooking the town plus a tidy little trust fund for college, so
he didn’t have to depend on anyone but himself.
He carefully made his way back to the cabin,
enjoying the brisk air and the aroma of burning logs floating down
from the chimney. The cabin would be nice and toasty after his
excursion and he was already thinking about the coffee Beth was
brewing. He felt bad that he didn’t have any good news for her.
He felt good that she would be spending the
night, though. It made him feel protective and all warm and fuzzy.
He’d regularly day-dreamed about her since before she married his
dad when Leon was in high school. She was always wearing sexy and
tight or revealing clothes and he couldn’t count the number of
times he’d beaten off while thinking about her and her tremendous
breasts, trim waist, full hips, and sensual smile.
It had been over a year since he’d had a
girlfriend, so having the newly unattached, sexy, older woman under
his roof for the night revved his motor once again.
If he kept thinking like this, though, he’d
need to stop and do snow angels in the snow. Butt-assed naked. Face
down.
The wooden porch creaked a bit under his
weight, but it was solid enough. He kicked off his snowshoes and
racked them beside the door. A few more kicks against a handy post
dislodged most of the remaining snow from his boots.
He entered his cabin and quietly closed the
door behind him. The baby didn’t need any cold drafts. He put his
coat on the rack mounted next to the door and slid his boots over
their drying stand under it. He padded into the kitchen in his
thick wool socks, jeans, and flannel shirt.
Beth held out a steaming cup of hot coffee
to him. “Well?”
He shook his head. “One of the pines went
down. No way I can possibly clear it tonight.”
She looked distressed. “Oh, no! Is there any
way around it? I didn’t come prepared for an overnight stay.”
“I’m really sorry, but there’s no chance.
It’s really coming down out there, too. It would take forever and
by the time I could finish, the roads would be too dangerous. I
don’t want you and the baby risking getting stuck, hurt, or sick.
It’s all good, though. I’ll take the couch tonight so you and the
baby can have some privacy.” He sipped the black coffee and headed
for the fridge to get some milk. Of course, he was out.
He eyed the bottle with baby Mandy’s milk.
“Do you have enough milk for Mandy?”
She chuckled softly and turned bright red
when he looked at her over his shoulder. “I’ve got plenty, thanks.
I breast feed.”
Now he felt awkward. “Oh. Sorry, I saw the
milk in here and wasn’t even thinking about it. Would you mind if I
use a little of this in my coffee?”
Beth licked her lips. “Sure, but it’s breast
milk, too.”
Leon stood rooted to the spot. He hadn’t
intended to create a sexually charged moment, but he had. At least
in his own mind. She might not see it that way, but the thought of
tasting the milk produced by his sexy stepmother’s tits started
making his dick hard.
She misinterpreted his hesitation. “Don’t
worry, it tastes fine and is very healthy. Organic, even.”
He was sure it tasted just fine, indeed.
Leon made a show out of nonchalantly opening
the bottle and tipping a small dollop of milk into his coffee. Once
he had everything put away, he stirred the cream-colored liquid and
took a sip. It tasted like regular coffee, but his fantasies
supplied sweetened undertones to its richness. He hoped to God that
his erection wasn’t as painfully obvious as he thought it was.
“Tastes great. Thanks.” He made sure to keep
eye contact as he walked past her and back into the living room.
That way she wouldn’t look down and see the tent in his pants.
Mandy was still soundly asleep on the
blanket in the make-shift bassinet by the couch. He sat down in the
overstuffed easy chair so her mother could sit in the recliner next
to her.
Beth looked around the room pensively and
licked her lips, a sure sign of her nervousness. “I really
appreciate you putting up with us, but I didn’t bring anything with
us for an overnight stay. I don’t have any other clothes or enough
diapers for Mandy.”
“I have plenty of dishtowels and I bet we
can find some duct tape. And I do have a washer and dryer, you
know. We can MacGyver our way through this if we need to,” he said
with a big smile hoping to ease her concerns.
That brought a big, easy grin to Beth’s
expression. Then Mandy twitched and opened her eyes with a quiet
gurgle which quickly changed to a mildly unhappy whine. Beth
checked her diaper and after confirming it was still clean, picked
her up and cradled her. “Would you mind if I fed her? She’s
probably hungry.”
There was absolutely no chance his erection
was going down now. “Sure, I can head into the other room to give
you some privacy…”
She shook her head. “No need for that,
silly. It’s your house. You don’t have to go anywhere. Feeding a
baby is a natural thing. I don’t need to hide it.”
He tried to keep his eyes from watching her
unbutton her blouse, but he failed miserably. His eyes traced her
long, slender fingers as they deftly undid each button and his
mouth watered as her large, creamy breasts came into view.
She pulled one side down and unfastened a
maternity flap of her bra. He caught a glimpse of her large rosy
nipple just before Mandy clamped her lips around it and started
suckling noisily. Her grunts quickly morphed into contented hums as
she gulped down her mother’s milk.