Milking His Mom (Lactating - Mommy Fantasies)

by Amber Adams

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  Amber’s Author Page

  Breastfeeding Fantasies

  Breastfed By His Neighbor

  Breastfeeding Her Boss

  Breastfeeding Her Brother

  Breastfeeding Her In-Laws

  Breastfeeding Her Pilots

  Her Husband's Dairy Farm

  Milking His Daughter

  Milking His Mom

  Milking His Mom, Breeding His Sister

  Breeding Fantasies

  Bred By Daddy

  Bred By Her Brother

  Bred By Her Neighbors

  Bred By Her Personal Assistant

  Bred By The Best Man

  Bred By The Highest Bidder

  Breeding Her Royal Highness

  Breeding His Sister's Girlfriend

  Having Daddy's Baby

  Her Husband's Breeding Ranch

  Milking His Mom, Breeding His Sister

  Putting The Baby In Babysitter

  Daddy Fantasies

  Bred By Daddy

  Daddy’s Anal Virgin

  Daddy's Bachelor Party

  Daddy’s Gloryhole Surprise

  Daddy’s Little Stripper

  Daddy’s Masked Balls

  Daddy's Midnight Snack

  Daddy’s Pregnant Darling

  Daddy’s Sorority Seduction

  Double The Pleasure

  Having Daddy's Baby

  His Daughter’s New Bikini

  His Daughter’s Oral Fixation

  Milking His Daughter

  Sleeping With Daddy

  Mommy Fantasies

  Milking His Mom

  Milking His Mom, Breeding His Sister

  Mom’s High School Reunion

  Pregnancy Fantasies

  Caught Pregnant And Horny

  Daddy’s Pregnant Darling

  Double The Pleasure

  Sibling Fantasies

  Betting On Her Brother

  Breastfeeding Her Brother

  Bred By Her Brother

  Breeding His Sister's Girlfriend

  Dancing With His Sisters

  His Sister’s New Tits

  His Virgin Sister's Graduation Present

  Hot For Hubby’s Sister

  Hungry For A Brother Sandwich

  Shaving His Sister

  Taming Her Sister

  Collections

  Daddy Fantasies #1

  Sibling Fantasies #1

  Milking His Mom

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  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.

  Milking His Mom

  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 coffe
e?”

  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.

  She’d locked her eyes on his when he looked back up to her slightly red face. Apparently, she wasn’t as nonchalant about feeding the baby in front of him as she’d like to pretend.

  “Let me guess, you haven’t breast fed in public before?”

  Her blush deepened, but she shot back at him gamely. “Let me guess, you’ve never seen a woman breast feed before?”

  “Touché, Mommy Dearest.” He held his coffee cup up in a mock “cheers” motion. “I’m sorry. Guys are pigs. But back to the other matter at hand, I’ve got more than enough food and supplies, so we won’t starve, and I have some extra shirts you can wear while we wash your clothes. You won’t have any problem with an overnight stay.”

  “Actually, I will. I didn’t bring my breast pump.”

  He frowned. “And that’s really a big problem for such a short time? Surely Maggie can…” He hunted unsuccessfully for a polite way to phrase things.

  “You’d think, but, well, I produce a lot of milk. If I don’t relieve the pressure, it gets very painful. You’d think I was breastfeeding twins with the amount I make. I usually pump the excess after she’s full and donate it to the milk bank my La Leche League has for preemie babies and mothers who can’t make enough.”

  “That’s cool. I’ve never heard about that kind of thing.” He tried to sound sincere, but as he watched Maggie nurse, his mind filled with images of helping Beth out with her little problem and having her milk coating his hands, and possibly tasting it without coffee tainting its rich flavor. There was absolutely no way he could ever offer such a thing out loud. Some things can never be unsaid and asking if you can help your stepmom pump her breast milk for sexual gratification was definitely one of those things. But he would unquestionably fantasize about it, and beat off like a madman later.

  “Can’t you, um, take care of it by hand?”

  “Yes, but it gets really messy and isn’t nearly as fast as Little Miss Munchy-Butt here or my pump.” She lovingly patted the baby’s diaper and was rewarded with a soft cooing noise. “I’ll do what I can. So, what are we having for dinner?” She opened the other flap on her bra and swapped Mandy to her other breast, flashing Leon another tantalizing view of her deliciously bare nipple, with several bright white drops of milk on the tip, before she dug out a pad and covered herself.

  “Steak and baked potato.”

  “Man grub. I should’ve guessed. Please tell me you have some salad.”

  He smiled, happy to distract himself with mundane conversation. “I might have something in the cooler. Why don’t I get everything started while you finish with the little one’s supper?”

  * * * * *

  Over dinner, Beth kept him entertained with funny stories from her college days and he mostly parked the mental images of her luscious bosom at the back of his mind.

  After they had finished eating and Beth retired with the baby to his bedroom, he cleaned the dishes and put away the left-overs. He wiped down the table and hung the dishtowel on the oven handle before he moved into the living room for a good night’s sleep. He’d thought ahead enough to pull an extra set of sheets and a blanket out of his closet earlier, so he didn’t have to disturb his dozing guests.

  He drifted off to sleep fairly quickly after deciding it was too dicey to jack-off when she could walk in on him at any time and without any warning. He had vivid dreams of sucking sweet milk from of her beautiful breasts which made him toss and turn wantonly. God! He was horny as hell.

  The soft sound of the bedroom door opening was just loud enough in the quiet to stir him partially awake. He lay there with his eyes barely open, watching Beth come out in the pale glow of the coals in the fireplace.

  She was wearing one of his old t-shirts which stretched tightly across her swollen breasts and showcased them nicely. The golden light from the nearly dead fire glowed against her shapely bare legs. He couldn’t help wondering what kind of panties she wore, if any.

  “Leon?”

  He opened his eyes fully and sat up a little. “Huh? What’s the matter?”

  She walked into the light and knelt beside her sleepy admirer. Her eyes glistened with tears. “I feel awful imposing on you like this, but can you please help me?”

  “You know I’ll do whatever I can to help. What do you need?”

  “I saw you watching when I fed Maggie earlier, so I figure you might be…interested. I know it’s a lot to ask for you to help me, but I’m hurting so bad.”

  “What’s wrong? What do you mean hurt…” His eyes widened. “You mean…you want me to…?”

  “I wouldn’t ask unless I absolutely had to or if I had any other options. It’s horribly embarrassing for me to ask, but I can’t relieve the pressure by myself. Would you help…? Oh, God, this is mortifying.”

  “Of course!” he said, almost too quickly, as he sat up, struggling to keep the sheet and blanket over his lower body. It might freak her out even more if she knew he was naked.

  “Thank you s-o-o-o much! You have no idea what it has been like.” Beth smiled and sat down where Leon’s head had just been. “I’m sure this isn’t as much a problem for you as it is for me. I mean, what guy needs encouragement to suck on a woman’s nipple, you know?”

  Her
big eyes searched his face for any resistance, but only found his genuine concern and some restrained eagerness to suck on her breasts.

  “I just don’t want you to think this means anything more. I’m not looking for anything sexual.”

  He was slightly disappointed, but he understood. They never had enjoyed that kind of relationship. “I get it.” Leon eyed her chest. “So, how do I do this?”

  “It’ll work best if you roll over on your back and put your head in my lap.”

  The heat of her bare legs against his neck sent a sensual shiver up his spine. He was going to try not to blow his load while he was in this close contact with her. As she started tugging at her shirt, he noticed wet spots where her milk had leaked out. He was a bit surprised when he saw she wasn’t wearing her bra.

  Beth smiled wryly down at him. “It seemed like the least I could do. If I’m going to ask you to nurse, I should be gracious enough to let you see me topless.”

  He watched in awe as she shucked the t-shirt and fully exposed herself to him. Her breasts were everything he’d imagined, and more. He had no idea what cup size she was, but her breasts were large, pendulous globes of creamy flesh topped by wide areola and stiff nipples. Milk trickled from several points of the end of her nipple, glistening as it flowed.

  His heart thundered in his chest as she bent forward and lowered one enormous breast to his eager mouth. The hard rubbery nub slid between his lips and he sucked on it. Milk sprayed so hard and fast that he choked briefly. It was certainly not what he had expected.

  “You don’t have to suck quite so hard.”

  He softened the pressure he was using, drawing most of her areola into his mouth. Warm, sweet milk hit his tongue. It was a slightly thinner than what he bought at the store, but it tasted a whole lot better.