Lonely housewife Karen just can't seem to keep her hands off of her swollen, creamy tits now that she's a new mother. Unfortunately, her prude of a husband wants no part in her X-rated, milky fantasies. When a hot young college stud shows up on her doorstep, Karen begins to suspect that her dreams may be coming true. Will this stud give Karen the release she's been craving, or will he be put off by her huge, leaking breasts? This 6,700-word story contains adult nursing, oral, and some of the hottest, creamiest sex that you'll ever read! Warning: Adults only!
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Karen enjoyed the changes in her body. She felt her libido was going wild these days and really couldn’t understand why. An elevated sex drive was the last thing she would have expected after giving birth. Now she marveled at the new curves she had. She felt like she was somebody new. Still sexy as ever, but in a fresh way. She really enjoyed the new sensations of her flesh. She just wished her husband did too, in an erotic way.
But again, Jack was perhaps too traditional. He didn’t do crazy things in the sack, and now that she was nursing, she suspected he didn’t want to impose on what he considered was the baby’s domain. It just wasn’t right.
Hell, if only he planted his mouth over me and sucked, Karen thought to herself. I could come at just the sensation of him getting off while pursing his lips around me and drawing my cream. Oh, well. His loss. And such a shame. This opportunity wasn’t going to come around for a long time. When it passed, Karen wasn’t sure it would ever come again. She still hadn’t decided if she wanted more than one child. Right now, one was enough.
She sat herself on the bed and let the warmth of the sun heat up her thighs. As she lay back on the bed she listened to the birds chirping in the trees. She felt completely relaxed. She loved moments like these. Everything was calm; even the occasional soft rustling coming from the baby monitor beside her bed was soothing.
Her nipples perked up at the next warm breeze that washed over her body. She raised a hand and rubbed her fingers gently across the sensitive, pebbled surface. She dipped her other hand into the waist line of her shorts, exploring the patch of pubic hair which sprang in little curls softly between the insides of her fingers.
“Mmmmmm,” This was nice. Her mind was clear. The deep serenity she felt was enough to raise her arousal level in response to her touch. No fantasy was needed as her senses experienced the smell of the trees pollinating the summer air, the sounds of the wind rustling the trees in gentle waves, and the touch of her fingers as she explored her body.
Karen moved her fingers lower, towards the wetness building between her thighs. She let her fingers brush lightly across the slick surface of her lips, teasing herself and making her clitoris bud into a hard nub that danced across the uneven surface her fingers made as they pressed together.
Her body came alive in response to the sensations. She lost control of her hands as they moved more aggressively on her sensitive areas. She grabbed her breast and squeezed a stream of milk into the air. Her core began to twist into the movements of her fingers as the warm droplets of her milk showered gentle kisses on the surface of her stomach.
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Published June 3, 2012
by Evelyn Wren Erotica.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.