Jillian is brimming with breast milk when she notices a small drop of creamy liquid on her 19 year old stepson’s mouth. Her mind makes a connection when she wipes it from his lips, and an innocent boyhood crush blossoms to full-on lust. She hungers the release he can provide, while he thirsts for the comfort of her warm sensual bosom. Their ensuing desires take mother and stepson on an erotic journey of forbidden milky ecstasy.
Warning: Contains explicit descriptions of lactation, oral sex and extremely wet and creamy encounters. Adults Only!
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Earlier that morning, Jillian had pumped breast milk and left it with her mother, but that seemed like it was days ago and now her breasts were swollen and full to the brim. Her nipples tightened with the pressure. She wanted to expel milk so badly. She could pump more out, but that would be a waste. She could take a hot shower and let the heat induce a sensual release, but it was late and she knew that getting aroused right now would keep her up all night.
While she weighed different options her nipples tingled. She just couldn’t shake the image of Kyle’s soft lips sucking the milk off her fingers. Regardless of how forbidden and how wrong it was, the whole experience was erotically vivid in her mind. The sensual caress of her fingers on his lips, the look he gave her when he sucked the milk from them. His arousal.., his excitement.., the thought of her breasts swaying alluringly above his eager and waiting lips.
It’s so wrong, she thought, but so good.
She got up from the bed and stood in front of the bedroom mirror. The dark spots where her nipples pressed against her cups told her that she had once again leaked through her bra. She reached behind her and unclasped it, letting it fall gently off her breasts. The natural plumpness of her soft white mounds flowed outward. She was so ripe with milk she couldn’t believe it. This was the longest she’d gone without nursing the baby, and her body was aching for a release.
She caressed her milk laden flesh and ran her palms gently over her moist nipples. They tingled at the sensation of her touch, and she wondered if her nipples were erect due to her fullness, or because of her thoughts of Kyle. The milky drips she expelled, along with the wave of excitement that shot through her core told her it was partly due to both.
A flash image of her wiping breakfast milk from Kyle’s face with her sleeve the other morning sent a warm rush through her core.
Yes, she confirmed, it was partly due to both.
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Published January 17, 2013
by Written Passion.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.