Lactation fetish

[Lululaalaa]

Happy to share my own personal experiences. PM me if you need more info...

 

[GoingBackToBed]

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[CuriousErin]

I wouldn’t say I have a fetish for the milk, but I have lots of fantasies that involve babies and lactation. Not sex with babies, to be clear. These fantasies go along with my black-breeding fantasies. I fantasize of worshipping the father’s black cock as I give birth to his son. Or worshipping the father’s black cock as I nurse his son. Or the father going down on me as I nurse his son. Or the father tasting my milk when I am heavily pregnant, and then me worshipping his black cock until he explodes all over my pregnant belly and breasts.

 

[gregy70]

I wouldn’t say I have a fetish for the milk, but I have lots of fantasies that involve babies and lactation. Not sex with babies, to be clear. These fantasies go along with my black-breeding fantasies. I fantasize of worshipping the father’s black cock as I give birth to his son. Or worshipping the father’s black cock as I nurse his son. Or the father going down on me as I nurse his son. Or the father tasting my milk when I am heavily pregnant, and then me worshipping his black cock until he explodes all over my pregnant belly and breasts.

Wow I’ve never heard such powerful erotic scenarios expressed before .
Thankyou for sharing

 

[Marty Fisher]

I always circle back to this thread. I love the thought of men lining up to suckle my bountiful milk. I used to hand express my milk whole masturbating when I was lactating. I'd be a milky mess quivering in orgasmic bliss.

That just makes my dick hard!!

 

[sparkymatt]

Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for hours? her mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was rocking the baby while watching a game show on television.
Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept for centuries! How's Sally? Karen asked, looking down at her child.
You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you were already zonked out. I got you into bed and that was some chore, believe me! Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all night long. Are you sure you're OK?
Fine, except my tits ache, Karen said, absentmindedly cupping her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't you give me Sally and we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could use the relief.
Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the other end of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder, she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast with a huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.
That's better, huh, her mother commented as she stood up. Let me get you a cup of coffee.
Let's just hope it lasts, Karen said resignedly.
After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen took it over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down to nap. Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was obvious she was uncomfortable.
Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion.
What's that mother, Karen asked, wearily.
Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your breasts when you get this way.
Mother - really! You come up with the most old fashioned ideas. Does anybody really do that anymore?
Does it really matter, Karen, Janet exclaimed,exasperated with her daughter's attitude, it works - or at least it did years ago. I don't see that it wouldn't today, do you?
Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one of those breast pump things and they're expensive as hell.
You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use my hands and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save the milk and we can use it to feed Sally when you're not around or are asleep or whatever.
That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special technique you have to learn, or something?
If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's really nothing to it, you know.
OK, why don't you show me how it's done.
Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said, OK, why don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier if those things aren't in the way. Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as she did so she began to feel a little squeemish at the idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her mother. `That's silly,' she thought, `she's my mother, for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she divested herself of the garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who she caught staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge, turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry puckered areolae.
At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's face as much the same one she had seen so many years ago and had been seeing regularly in her fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten involuntarily.
Mother, are you OK? Karen asked hesitantly.
Oh, yes, dear, - fine, Janet seemed to jerk out of her pre-occupation, I was just admiring what you inhereted from me that I never had - sorry if I embarrassed you. Karen was taken aback at her mother's forthrightness causing her to remain silent without comment.
Janet then suggested, It would probably be easiest if you would sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over your shoulder and show you how it's done.
Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at the realization that her mother probably intended to touch her breasts in demonstrating the milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet would demonstrate on herself.
Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother? Karen queried.
Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen, Janet said rising from the couch and heading toward the back end of the house. Still absentmindedly absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother. When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen was seated, her mother went around behind her and bent over her.
Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand on the other one and imitate what I'm showing you, OK?
Sure, I guess, Karen muttered anxiously, but won't we need something to catch the milk in?
Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the milk. Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go all over the place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done.
Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down with her hand and cupped it under her right breast. Go on, use your left hand and put it under your tit like I'm doing.
When Karen did it, her mother said, Now put your thumb on top and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two fingers since your nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and press downward. Then, while you press downward, pull out at the same time. See, Janet said as she did what she described and a spray of milk shot out from her daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of them. Simple, huh. Now you try it, Janet said.
Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she began to express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother instructed her to adjust the position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was surprised to see a number of long streams of milk jetisson from the tip of her nipple.
The important thing is to get a rhythm going, Janet coaxed, now see if you can do it along with me, and she began to slowly milk her daughter's right breast with Karen doing her left about at the same pace. Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk simulateously creating a wet mess on the floor, but neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.
After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and she could feel her cunt begin to moisten. Even more confusing to her was the realization that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin and her breasts. She was entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake all over.
Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as well.
My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf. Janet came around from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her daugther. Looking up, she could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with large red spots and her face was likewise flushed and swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to support herself.
You're not sick, are you? Janet queried as she looked up into Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. Oh, no, you're not sick at all. You were just about to cum, weren't you, Karen.
Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion began to form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. It's OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I mean, after all, tits are errogenously sensitive aren't they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it, does it? Janet added solcitously.
Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed, Karen almost wailed.
Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually, you should consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits. You must have inherited those from me too. When Karen only moaned in response Janet asked, You didn't come though, did you, dear?
After a silent moment Janet continued, It's Ok if you . . . and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on, well, uh, if you still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind.
Oh, god, mother, Karen sobbed, I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe this is happening.
Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter, began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the courage she could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in her mother's white blouse, the first thre buttons of which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full view of her mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were obviously in a state of erection. Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't remembered her mother's breasts as having such large nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought thrilled her and added more fuel to her already fired-up state. She was painfully aware of her predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality. Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten very aroused and must be right on the brink of cumming. If you want to, I don't mind.
Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her left hand was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed it sending another squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet removed a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on previously and began to squeeze it again. This caused the younger woman to continue fondling her other tit and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten her embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned and her breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked. Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and said, Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you . . . suck my nipple . . . please? I just want . . . I need, to have my tit sucked right now!
Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally gotten to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing for a short moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word, she then bent her head forward and lifted the breast she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk into her mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled Karen's breast forward and clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to forcefully suck. After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said to her daughter, If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate yourself, that's OK too, dear.
Mom . . . I don't need to . . . please don't stop! was Karen's quick response as she continued to milk her other breast furiously. As Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple between her thunb and fingers and began to viciously pull and twist on it.
Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please . . . suck harder . . . faster . . . oh god, yessssssss . . . here it cums . . . now . . . oh, my god, mother . . . I'm cumming . . . chew my nipple off . . . oh, fuck! As Karen's body went rigid and then began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole breast once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful stream of milk high into the air.
Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the spasms subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then quit sucking her and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.
That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like that. Both women then looked at each other and began to laugh. Seeing that her daughter was really exhausted Janet said, Come on, dear, let's get you into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.

Omg wow what a hot story. I hope there will be more to this

 

[Maleboobs]

nursing fantasy con'd again

On the next day mom was out and just out of curiosity I searched her bedside table. Surprise. A stone-shaped curved vibrator. I couldn't resist to turn it on. Apparently it had several degrees of intensity and on full blast it was awsome.
I tried it on my breast and nip, which became electrified immediately.
Assuming mom wouldn't miss it anytime soon, I took it to my room and played with it on my breasts. Of course it was entirely different from getting massaged, creamed or suckled, but it was arousing nevertheless.
All of a sudden mom stood at the door. But instead of being angry she just smiled and said 'Naughty boy...now you know mommys secret.'
I blushed and didn't know what to say.
'Wait, I have an idea...' with that she went to her bedroom and came back with a sportsbra. 'Would you put it on?'
Still speechless I took off my shirt, and the she helped me putting the bra on. Because of its elastic fabric it did fit surprisingly well.
'Mhh, nice..'she murmured. 'But mom, why that? I am not, well, into such things...'
Instead of answering she took the vibrator, switched it on and placed it into the bra below my right breast. The vibrations were strong and my nip started to react at once.
'Good, isn't it?'
I moaned, still blushing with embarrassment.
Mom giggelt 'this might put your sweet little boobies into the right mood for later, you know what I mean, don't you?'
Oh my yes, I knew and couldn't wait for it.

***
With time I made it a habit to wear loose and oversized shirts in public, because I felt embarrassed by the size of my breasts, but then there was this incredible feeling, when they were massaged and suckled by mom. And she still used this cream on them. I had googled the ingredients and was sure the hormones in it did the trick. But I didn't mind at all.
Meanwhile we had changed our position during our nursing sessions. We were in bed, laying on our side, facing each other, and when I framed my breasts with my arms, they looked really feminine and almost full. Mom had proposed this, and I loved it. She really became obsessed with my boobs and last time she cupped them, then slowly licked my nips until I moaned with pleasure, I asked: 'Mom, errh, I wondered...'
'Yes, love?'
'Oh, I think it's a weird question...'
She started to massage my breasts expertly. She knew how to loosen my tongue. 'Just tell mommy...'
'I mean, could men, or boys...' I giggled nerveously 'could they really, well, OMG, give milk?'
The very idea made me shudder with arousal.
Mom gasped briefly and began to suckle me gently until I felt she might have ignored my hesitant question.
Then she stopped and let her hands cup both of my breasts, with her thumbs caressing my nips. She knew it would drive me crazy, and her too.
She murmured 'Oh my, what an idea...I do believe it's possible, I guess a boys breasts is equipped to lactate, it's just a matter of hormones being present, and perhaps, well, some physical induction, like a lot of suckling.' Now she giggled.
I was completely under her hands spell and ö-lost my reluctance.
'Would you like me to nurse you, if I ever could?'
Her answer was a soft moan and the most intense suckling session I ever experienced. My dick started to swell between her full and motherly breasts until I submitted to her suckling with a forcefull climax washing over me.
***

 

[Becca232_uk]

Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for hours? her mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was rocking the baby while watching a game show on television.
Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept for centuries! How's Sally? Karen asked, looking down at her child.
You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you were already zonked out. I got you into bed and that was some chore, believe me! Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all night long. Are you sure you're OK?
Fine, except my tits ache, Karen said, absentmindedly cupping her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't you give me Sally and we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could use the relief.
Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the other end of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder, she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast with a huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.
That's better, huh, her mother commented as she stood up. Let me get you a cup of coffee.
Let's just hope it lasts, Karen said resignedly.
After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen took it over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down to nap. Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was obvious she was uncomfortable.
Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion.
What's that mother, Karen asked, wearily.
Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your breasts when you get this way.
Mother - really! You come up with the most old fashioned ideas. Does anybody really do that anymore?
Does it really matter, Karen, Janet exclaimed,exasperated with her daughter's attitude, it works - or at least it did years ago. I don't see that it wouldn't today, do you?
Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one of those breast pump things and they're expensive as hell.
You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use my hands and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save the milk and we can use it to feed Sally when you're not around or are asleep or whatever.
That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special technique you have to learn, or something?
If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's really nothing to it, you know.
OK, why don't you show me how it's done.
Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said, OK, why don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier if those things aren't in the way. Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as she did so she began to feel a little squeemish at the idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her mother. `That's silly,' she thought, `she's my mother, for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she divested herself of the garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who she caught staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge, turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry puckered areolae.
At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's face as much the same one she had seen so many years ago and had been seeing regularly in her fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten involuntarily.
Mother, are you OK? Karen asked hesitantly.
Oh, yes, dear, - fine, Janet seemed to jerk out of her pre-occupation, I was just admiring what you inhereted from me that I never had - sorry if I embarrassed you. Karen was taken aback at her mother's forthrightness causing her to remain silent without comment.
Janet then suggested, It would probably be easiest if you would sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over your shoulder and show you how it's done.
Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at the realization that her mother probably intended to touch her breasts in demonstrating the milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet would demonstrate on herself.
Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother? Karen queried.
Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen, Janet said rising from the couch and heading toward the back end of the house. Still absentmindedly absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother. When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen was seated, her mother went around behind her and bent over her.
Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand on the other one and imitate what I'm showing you, OK?
Sure, I guess, Karen muttered anxiously, but won't we need something to catch the milk in?
Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the milk. Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go all over the place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done.
Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down with her hand and cupped it under her right breast. Go on, use your left hand and put it under your tit like I'm doing.
When Karen did it, her mother said, Now put your thumb on top and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two fingers since your nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and press downward. Then, while you press downward, pull out at the same time. See, Janet said as she did what she described and a spray of milk shot out from her daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of them. Simple, huh. Now you try it, Janet said.
Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she began to express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother instructed her to adjust the position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was surprised to see a number of long streams of milk jetisson from the tip of her nipple.
The important thing is to get a rhythm going, Janet coaxed, now see if you can do it along with me, and she began to slowly milk her daughter's right breast with Karen doing her left about at the same pace. Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk simulateously creating a wet mess on the floor, but neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.
After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and she could feel her cunt begin to moisten. Even more confusing to her was the realization that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin and her breasts. She was entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake all over.
Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as well.
My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf. Janet came around from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her daugther. Looking up, she could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with large red spots and her face was likewise flushed and swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to support herself.
You're not sick, are you? Janet queried as she looked up into Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. Oh, no, you're not sick at all. You were just about to cum, weren't you, Karen.
Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion began to form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. It's OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I mean, after all, tits are errogenously sensitive aren't they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it, does it? Janet added solcitously.
Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed, Karen almost wailed.
Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually, you should consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits. You must have inherited those from me too. When Karen only moaned in response Janet asked, You didn't come though, did you, dear?
After a silent moment Janet continued, It's Ok if you . . . and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on, well, uh, if you still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind.
Oh, god, mother, Karen sobbed, I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe this is happening.
Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter, began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the courage she could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in her mother's white blouse, the first thre buttons of which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full view of her mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were obviously in a state of erection. Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't remembered her mother's breasts as having such large nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought thrilled her and added more fuel to her already fired-up state. She was painfully aware of her predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality. Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten very aroused and must be right on the brink of cumming. If you want to, I don't mind.
Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her left hand was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed it sending another squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet removed a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on previously and began to squeeze it again. This caused the younger woman to continue fondling her other tit and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten her embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned and her breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked. Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and said, Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you . . . suck my nipple . . . please? I just want . . . I need, to have my tit sucked right now!
Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally gotten to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing for a short moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word, she then bent her head forward and lifted the breast she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk into her mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled Karen's breast forward and clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to forcefully suck. After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said to her daughter, If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate yourself, that's OK too, dear.
Mom . . . I don't need to . . . please don't stop! was Karen's quick response as she continued to milk her other breast furiously. As Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple between her thunb and fingers and began to viciously pull and twist on it.
Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please . . . suck harder . . . faster . . . oh god, yessssssss . . . here it cums . . . now . . . oh, my god, mother . . . I'm cumming . . . chew my nipple off . . . oh, fuck! As Karen's body went rigid and then began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole breast once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful stream of milk high into the air.
Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the spasms subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then quit sucking her and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.
That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like that. Both women then looked at each other and began to laugh. Seeing that her daughter was really exhausted Janet said, Come on, dear, let's get you into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.

That is the most delicious little scene..yumm

 

[Maleboobs]

you asked for more? Here you are:
***
Neither wanted to mention the events of the day before during the following day. There was some tension.
However it was clear that Karens full and motherly breasts produced more milk than the baby could manage.
So in the evening Janet murmured, when she saw Karen beginning to become restless after the feeding of her baby 'Karen, well, errrh, what we did yesterday...I mean...I'd be ready to...'
Karen blushed. 'But mom, yesterday was, I don't know. I just couldn't help it after you started, well, showing me the technique. Please forgive me'
'Oh baby, it's ok. And I wouldn't do it that way again.'
'But didn't you just...?
'I did, but what I meant was...well...not crating that mess again, but...just giving you relief by suckling you dry. And in case you'd enjoy it a bit, well, so be it.'
Karen didn't know what to say. She recalled the intensity of her climax yesterday and the very prospect of having it again made her nips get hard.
'How would you, I mean...'
'Just sit down on the couch...'
Karen did and opened up her blouse and front-hooked bra.
Janet grabbed a pillow and placed it on Karens lap.
'Let's do this in a comfortable way' she murmured.
The she layed down with her head on the pillow, facing those two full, beautiful breasts.
'Just relax, Karen.'
However Karen was everything but relaxed. Just looking down, seeing her mom so close to her breasts, and, as she only now realized, seeing the blouse of her mom partly unbuttoned, and therefore seeing the breasts of her mom squeezed together with hard nips too, made her become aroused already.
Then soft lips closed around her right nip and began a rather soft and gentle suckling motion, falling into a slow rythm.
Karen couldn't stiffle a soft moan. As her milk began to flow, her mom drank greedily and intensified her suckling.
'Oh god, mom...'
Briefly stopping, Janet whispered 'I know how it feels, and I miss it a lot.'
Then she switched to Karens other breast and found her rythm there fast too.
Karen was fighting the building climax, because she wanted to extend the pleasure. And her mind raced. Did mom just say she missed it a lot? Missed being suckled? Did she indirectly imply...?
'Oh mom, oh god...I can't...oh please...'
And then she was overwhelmed by her arousal again and came shuddering and forcefully with her mom still on her breast.
Her mom stopped and only then and still breathing heavily Karen realized that during her climax her left hand had slipped into her moms blouse and was cupping her right breast. When she gasped 'sorry, mom...' and started to withdraw her hand, Janet murmured 'just let it rest there for a minute...'
Reluctant Karen obeyed, then began to feel the sheer voluptousness of the breast she was cupping. And when it twiched a bit under her touch, Karen involuntarily gave it a short squeeze. 'Mhhh' was the response.
***

Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for hours? her mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was rocking the baby while watching a game show on television.
Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept for centuries! How's Sally? Karen asked, looking down at her child.
You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you were already zonked out. I got you into bed and that was some chore, believe me! Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all night long. Are you sure you're OK?
Fine, except my tits ache, Karen said, absentmindedly cupping her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't you give me Sally and we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could use the relief.
Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the other end of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder, she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast with a huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.
That's better, huh, her mother commented as she stood up. Let me get you a cup of coffee.
Let's just hope it lasts, Karen said resignedly.
After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen took it over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down to nap. Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was obvious she was uncomfortable.
Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion.
What's that mother, Karen asked, wearily.
Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your breasts when you get this way.
Mother - really! You come up with the most old fashioned ideas. Does anybody really do that anymore?
Does it really matter, Karen, Janet exclaimed,exasperated with her daughter's attitude, it works - or at least it did years ago. I don't see that it wouldn't today, do you?
Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one of those breast pump things and they're expensive as hell.
You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use my hands and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save the milk and we can use it to feed Sally when you're not around or are asleep or whatever.
That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special technique you have to learn, or something?
If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's really nothing to it, you know.
OK, why don't you show me how it's done.
Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said, OK, why don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier if those things aren't in the way. Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as she did so she began to feel a little squeemish at the idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her mother. `That's silly,' she thought, `she's my mother, for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she divested herself of the garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who she caught staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge, turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry puckered areolae.
At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's face as much the same one she had seen so many years ago and had been seeing regularly in her fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten involuntarily.
Mother, are you OK? Karen asked hesitantly.
Oh, yes, dear, - fine, Janet seemed to jerk out of her pre-occupation, I was just admiring what you inhereted from me that I never had - sorry if I embarrassed you. Karen was taken aback at her mother's forthrightness causing her to remain silent without comment.
Janet then suggested, It would probably be easiest if you would sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over your shoulder and show you how it's done.
Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at the realization that her mother probably intended to touch her breasts in demonstrating the milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet would demonstrate on herself.
Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother? Karen queried.
Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen, Janet said rising from the couch and heading toward the back end of the house. Still absentmindedly absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother. When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen was seated, her mother went around behind her and bent over her.
Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand on the other one and imitate what I'm showing you, OK?
Sure, I guess, Karen muttered anxiously, but won't we need something to catch the milk in?
Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the milk. Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go all over the place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done.
Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down with her hand and cupped it under her right breast. Go on, use your left hand and put it under your tit like I'm doing.
When Karen did it, her mother said, Now put your thumb on top and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two fingers since your nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and press downward. Then, while you press downward, pull out at the same time. See, Janet said as she did what she described and a spray of milk shot out from her daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of them. Simple, huh. Now you try it, Janet said.
Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she began to express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother instructed her to adjust the position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was surprised to see a number of long streams of milk jetisson from the tip of her nipple.
The important thing is to get a rhythm going, Janet coaxed, now see if you can do it along with me, and she began to slowly milk her daughter's right breast with Karen doing her left about at the same pace. Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk simulateously creating a wet mess on the floor, but neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.
After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and she could feel her cunt begin to moisten. Even more confusing to her was the realization that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin and her breasts. She was entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake all over.
Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as well.
My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf. Janet came around from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her daugther. Looking up, she could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with large red spots and her face was likewise flushed and swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to support herself.
You're not sick, are you? Janet queried as she looked up into Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. Oh, no, you're not sick at all. You were just about to cum, weren't you, Karen.
Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion began to form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. It's OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I mean, after all, tits are errogenously sensitive aren't they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it, does it? Janet added solcitously.
Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed, Karen almost wailed.
Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually, you should consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits. You must have inherited those from me too. When Karen only moaned in response Janet asked, You didn't come though, did you, dear?
After a silent moment Janet continued, It's Ok if you . . . and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on, well, uh, if you still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind.
Oh, god, mother, Karen sobbed, I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe this is happening.
Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter, began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the courage she could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in her mother's white blouse, the first thre buttons of which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full view of her mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were obviously in a state of erection. Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't remembered her mother's breasts as having such large nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought thrilled her and added more fuel to her already fired-up state. She was painfully aware of her predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality. Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten very aroused and must be right on the brink of cumming. If you want to, I don't mind.
Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her left hand was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed it sending another squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet removed a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on previously and began to squeeze it again. This caused the younger woman to continue fondling her other tit and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten her embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned and her breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked. Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and said, Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you . . . suck my nipple . . . please? I just want . . . I need, to have my tit sucked right now!
Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally gotten to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing for a short moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word, she then bent her head forward and lifted the breast she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk into her mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled Karen's breast forward and clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to forcefully suck. After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said to her daughter, If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate yourself, that's OK too, dear.
Mom . . . I don't need to . . . please don't stop! was Karen's quick response as she continued to milk her other breast furiously. As Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple between her thunb and fingers and began to viciously pull and twist on it.
Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please . . . suck harder . . . faster . . . oh god, yessssssss . . . here it cums . . . now . . . oh, my god, mother . . . I'm cumming . . . chew my nipple off . . . oh, fuck! As Karen's body went rigid and then began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole breast once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful stream of milk high into the air.
Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the spasms subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then quit sucking her and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.
That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like that. Both women then looked at each other and began to laugh. Seeing that her daughter was really exhausted Janet said, Come on, dear, let's get you into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.

Omg wow what a hot story. I hope there will be more to this

 

[Maleboobs]

another chapter of Karen and her mom

With the climax slowly subsiding and her breath becoming normal again, Karen was still in a dreamlike state, so she wasn't aware that meanwhile her hand was gently caressing her moms breast, which made her mom moaning a little.
'Mom?'
'Yes, baby?'
'As you said yesterday, when we, you know...well, you said that apparently I inherited this hypersensitivity of my breasts and nips from you.'
'I guess that's true, Karen.'
'And are they still, you know...that sensitive?'
'Oh my yes, they are, and, well, your gentle hand make me aware of this all too well again.'
Karen, now less shy, let her hand travel over her moms deep cleavage to gently caress the other breast.
'Oh Karen' she sighed.
'And do you think, oh my god...I mean, if your breasts would be...well, suckled...you'd enjoy it as much as I did?'
'Karen, what kind of question is that?'
'I am just curious...'
Janets breasts twitched again, and when Karen managed to let her hand brush over both nips at the same time, Janet moaned 'Oh yes, I am sure I'd enjoy it a lot, oh my, yes...it's been so long...and to be frank, even when I nursed you as a baby I became...well, aroused.'
Karen giggled and then murmured 'I just thought, since you were so gentle to my breasts yesterday and today again, perhaps I could, well...'
'return the favor?'
'Well yeah, kind of...'
'Oh Karen, you make your mom blush all over...'
'You think it's bad?'
'No, but...oh with your hand doing what it does my knees are weak and my resistance is crumbling, if there was some in the first place.'
'So let me please you...'
Without any further remarks her mom got up, let Karen stand and then both switched positions.
Janet unbuttoned her blouse completely, but didn't get it off for whatever reason, perhaps because of some shyness still there.
Her breasts were as big as Karens, but of course she didn't lactate.
Confronted with these bulging beauties Karen couldn't resist to bury her face deep into them.
Janet was lifting them with one arm under them, so Karen had them now in front of her face. Tentatively she gave the right breast a slow lick.
'Oh my god, Karen' moaned her mom.
Encouraged by this Karen closed her lips around the already hardened nip and began to suckle, rather gently and slow at first.
Janed gasped and murmured 'Oh my, yes...be slow and rythmical...like a baby....'
Karen did as being told and realized that she became aroused again. Her mom, as if she had sensed that, cupped Karens right breast the way Karen had done that earlier.
Karen now intensified her suckling and noticed that her mom was kneading her other breast with her free hand.
'Oh Karen...it's building already...please be slow, be slow...'
But instead of slowing down, Karen switched to the other breast, gently pushing her moms hand away. She managed to bring her hand up and massaged the other breast.
Then all of a sudden she jumped up, got to her knees, cupped both of her moms breasts from their sides and suckled both nips simultaneously.
Her mom let out a loud cry and began to gasp and breath heavily.
'Oh Karen, mom can't hold on any longer, yes, suckle both, suckle hard...oh my god...I am there.' She buckled under Karens relentless suckling and came long, hard, forcefully.
After some eternity of moaning she whispered 'Oh Karen, that was the most intense climax I had in years...'

***
Neither wanted to mention the events of the day before during the following day. There was some tension.
However it was clear that Karens full and motherly breasts produced more milk than the baby could manage.
So in the evening Janet murmured, when she saw Karen beginning to become restless after the feeding of her baby 'Karen, well, errrh, what we did yesterday...I mean...I'd be ready to...'
Karen blushed. 'But mom, yesterday was, I don't know. I just couldn't help it after you started, well, showing me the technique. Please forgive me'
'Oh baby, it's ok. And I wouldn't do it that way again.'
'But didn't you just...?
'I did, but what I meant was...well...not crating that mess again, but...just giving you relief by suckling you dry. And in case you'd enjoy it a bit, well, so be it.'
Karen didn't know what to say. She recalled the intensity of her climax yesterday and the very prospect of having it again made her nips get hard.
'How would you, I mean...'
'Just sit down on the couch...'
Karen did and opened up her blouse and front-hooked bra.
Janet grabbed a pillow and placed it on Karens lap.
'Let's do this in a comfortable way' she murmured.
The she layed down with her head on the pillow, facing those two full, beautiful breasts.
'Just relax, Karen.'
However Karen was everything but relaxed. Just looking down, seeing her mom so close to her breasts, and, as she only now realized, seeing the blouse of her mom partly unbuttoned, and therefore seeing the breasts of her mom squeezed together with hard nips too, made her become aroused already.
Then soft lips closed around her right nip and began a rather soft and gentle suckling motion, falling into a slow rythm.
Karen couldn't stiffle a soft moan. As her milk began to flow, her mom drank greedily and intensified her suckling.
'Oh god, mom...'
Briefly stopping, Janet whispered 'I know how it feels, and I miss it a lot.'
Then she switched to Karens other breast and found her rythm there fast too.
Karen was fighting the building climax, because she wanted to extend the pleasure. And her mind raced. Did mom just say she missed it a lot? Missed being suckled? Did she indirectly imply...?
'Oh mom, oh god...I can't...oh please...'
And then she was overwhelmed by her arousal again and came shuddering and forcefully with her mom still on her breast.
Her mom stopped and only then and still breathing heavily Karen realized that during her climax her left hand had slipped into her moms blouse and was cupping her right breast. When she gasped 'sorry, mom...' and started to withdraw her hand, Janet murmured 'just let it rest there for a minute...'
Reluctant Karen obeyed, then began to feel the sheer voluptousness of the breast she was cupping. And when it twiched a bit under her touch, Karen involuntarily gave it a short squeeze. 'Mhhh' was the response.
***

 

[sparkymatt]

With the climax slowly subsiding and her breath becoming normal again, Karen was still in a dreamlike state, so she wasn't aware that meanwhile her hand was gently caressing her moms breast, which made her mom moaning a little.
'Mom?'
'Yes, baby?'
'As you said yesterday, when we, you know...well, you said that apparently I inherited this hypersensitivity of my breasts and nips from you.'
'I guess that's true, Karen.'
'And are they still, you know...that sensitive?'
'Oh my yes, they are, and, well, your gentle hand make me aware of this all too well again.'
Karen, now less shy, let her hand travel over her moms deep cleavage to gently caress the other breast.
'Oh Karen' she sighed.
'And do you think, oh my god...I mean, if your breasts would be...well, suckled...you'd enjoy it as much as I did?'
'Karen, what kind of question is that?'
'I am just curious...'
Janets breasts twitched again, and when Karen managed to let her hand brush over both nips at the same time, Janet moaned 'Oh yes, I am sure I'd enjoy it a lot, oh my, yes...it's been so long...and to be frank, even when I nursed you as a baby I became...well, aroused.'
Karen giggled and then murmured 'I just thought, since you were so gentle to my breasts yesterday and today again, perhaps I could, well...'
'return the favor?'
'Well yeah, kind of...'
'Oh Karen, you make your mom blush all over...'
'You think it's bad?'
'No, but...oh with your hand doing what it does my knees are weak and my resistance is crumbling, if there was some in the first place.'
'So let me please you...'
Without any further remarks her mom got up, let Karen stand and then both switched positions.
Janet unbuttoned her blouse completely, but didn't get it off for whatever reason, perhaps because of some shyness still there.
Her breasts were as big as Karens, but of course she didn't lactate.
Confronted with these bulging beauties Karen couldn't resist to bury her face deep into them.
Janet was lifting them with one arm under them, so Karen had them now in front of her face. Tentatively she gave the right breast a slow lick.
'Oh my god, Karen' moaned her mom.
Encouraged by this Karen closed her lips around the already hardened nip and began to suckle, rather gently and slow at first.
Janed gasped and murmured 'Oh my, yes...be slow and rythmical...like a baby....'
Karen did as being told and realized that she became aroused again. Her mom, as if she had sensed that, cupped Karens right breast the way Karen had done that earlier.
Karen now intensified her suckling and noticed that her mom was kneading her other breast with her free hand.
'Oh Karen...it's building already...please be slow, be slow...'
But instead of slowing down, Karen switched to the other breast, gently pushing her moms hand away. She managed to bring her hand up and massaged the other breast.
Then all of a sudden she jumped up, got to her knees, cupped both of her moms breasts from their sides and suckled both nips simultaneously.
Her mom let out a loud cry and began to gasp and breath heavily.
'Oh Karen, mom can't hold on any longer, yes, suckle both, suckle hard...oh my god...I am there.' She buckled under Karens relentless suckling and came long, hard, forcefully.
After some eternity of moaning she whispered 'Oh Karen, that was the most intense climax I had in years...'

Very nice and hot.

 

[dystracted]

oh my...you did it again...

you asked for more? Here you are:
***
Neither wanted to mention the events of the day before during the following day. There was some tension.
However it was clear that Karens full and motherly breasts produced more milk than the baby could manage.
So in the evening Janet murmured, when she saw Karen beginning to become restless after the feeding of her baby 'Karen, well, errrh, what we did yesterday...I mean...I'd be ready to...'
Karen blushed. 'But mom, yesterday was, I don't know. I just couldn't help it after you started, well, showing me the technique. Please forgive me'
'Oh baby, it's ok. And I wouldn't do it that way again.'
'But didn't you just...?
'I did, but what I meant was...well...not crating that mess again, but...just giving you relief by suckling you dry. And in case you'd enjoy it a bit, well, so be it.'
Karen didn't know what to say. She recalled the intensity of her climax yesterday and the very prospect of having it again made her nips get hard.
'How would you, I mean...'
'Just sit down on the couch...'
Karen did and opened up her blouse and front-hooked bra.
Janet grabbed a pillow and placed it on Karens lap.
'Let's do this in a comfortable way' she murmured.
The she layed down with her head on the pillow, facing those two full, beautiful breasts.
'Just relax, Karen.'
However Karen was everything but relaxed. Just looking down, seeing her mom so close to her breasts, and, as she only now realized, seeing the blouse of her mom partly unbuttoned, and therefore seeing the breasts of her mom squeezed together with hard nips too, made her become aroused already.
Then soft lips closed around her right nip and began a rather soft and gentle suckling motion, falling into a slow rythm.
Karen couldn't stiffle a soft moan. As her milk began to flow, her mom drank greedily and intensified her suckling.
'Oh god, mom...'
Briefly stopping, Janet whispered 'I know how it feels, and I miss it a lot.'
Then she switched to Karens other breast and found her rythm there fast too.
Karen was fighting the building climax, because she wanted to extend the pleasure. And her mind raced. Did mom just say she missed it a lot? Missed being suckled? Did she indirectly imply...?
'Oh mom, oh god...I can't...oh please...'
And then she was overwhelmed by her arousal again and came shuddering and forcefully with her mom still on her breast.
Her mom stopped and only then and still breathing heavily Karen realized that during her climax her left hand had slipped into her moms blouse and was cupping her right breast. When she gasped 'sorry, mom...' and started to withdraw her hand, Janet murmured 'just let it rest there for a minute...'
Reluctant Karen obeyed, then began to feel the sheer voluptousness of the breast she was cupping. And when it twiched a bit under her touch, Karen involuntarily gave it a short squeeze. 'Mhhh' was the response.
***

With the climax slowly subsiding and her breath becoming normal again, Karen was still in a dreamlike state, so she wasn't aware that meanwhile her hand was gently caressing her moms breast, which made her mom moaning a little.
'Mom?'
'Yes, baby?'
'As you said yesterday, when we, you know...well, you said that apparently I inherited this hypersensitivity of my breasts and nips from you.'
'I guess that's true, Karen.'
'And are they still, you know...that sensitive?'
'Oh my yes, they are, and, well, your gentle hand make me aware of this all too well again.'
Karen, now less shy, let her hand travel over her moms deep cleavage to gently caress the other breast.
'Oh Karen' she sighed.
'And do you think, oh my god...I mean, if your breasts would be...well, suckled...you'd enjoy it as much as I did?'
'Karen, what kind of question is that?'
'I am just curious...'
Janets breasts twitched again, and when Karen managed to let her hand brush over both nips at the same time, Janet moaned 'Oh yes, I am sure I'd enjoy it a lot, oh my, yes...it's been so long...and to be frank, even when I nursed you as a baby I became...well, aroused.'
Karen giggled and then murmured 'I just thought, since you were so gentle to my breasts yesterday and today again, perhaps I could, well...'
'return the favor?'
'Well yeah, kind of...'
'Oh Karen, you make your mom blush all over...'
'You think it's bad?'
'No, but...oh with your hand doing what it does my knees are weak and my resistance is crumbling, if there was some in the first place.'
'So let me please you...'
Without any further remarks her mom got up, let Karen stand and then both switched positions.
Janet unbuttoned her blouse completely, but didn't get it off for whatever reason, perhaps because of some shyness still there.
Her breasts were as big as Karens, but of course she didn't lactate.
Confronted with these bulging beauties Karen couldn't resist to bury her face deep into them.
Janet was lifting them with one arm under them, so Karen had them now in front of her face. Tentatively she gave the right breast a slow lick.
'Oh my god, Karen' moaned her mom.
Encouraged by this Karen closed her lips around the already hardened nip and began to suckle, rather gently and slow at first.
Janed gasped and murmured 'Oh my, yes...be slow and rythmical...like a baby....'
Karen did as being told and realized that she became aroused again. Her mom, as if she had sensed that, cupped Karens right breast the way Karen had done that earlier.
Karen now intensified her suckling and noticed that her mom was kneading her other breast with her free hand.
'Oh Karen...it's building already...please be slow, be slow...'
But instead of slowing down, Karen switched to the other breast, gently pushing her moms hand away. She managed to bring her hand up and massaged the other breast.
Then all of a sudden she jumped up, got to her knees, cupped both of her moms breasts from their sides and suckled both nips simultaneously.
Her mom let out a loud cry and began to gasp and breath heavily.
'Oh Karen, mom can't hold on any longer, yes, suckle both, suckle hard...oh my god...I am there.' She buckled under Karens relentless suckling and came long, hard, forcefully.
After some eternity of moaning she whispered 'Oh Karen, that was the most intense climax I had in years...'

 

[Maleboobs]

Karen con'd again

With the climax slowly subsiding and her breath becoming normal again, Karen was still in a dreamlike state, so she wasn't aware that meanwhile her hand was gently caressing her moms breast, which made her mom moaning a little.
'Mom?'
'Yes, baby?'
'As you said yesterday, when we, you know...well, you said that apparently I inherited this hypersensitivity of my breasts and nips from you.'
'I guess that's true, Karen.'
'And are they still, you know...that sensitive?'
'Oh my yes, they are, and, well, your gentle hand make me aware of this all too well again.'
Karen, now less shy, let her hand travel over her moms deep cleavage to gently caress the other breast.
'Oh Karen' she sighed.
'And do you think, oh my god...I mean, if your breasts would be...well, suckled...you'd enjoy it as much as I did?'
'Karen, what kind of question is that?'
'I am just curious...'
Janets breasts twitched again, and when Karen managed to let her hand brush over both nips at the same time, Janet moaned 'Oh yes, I am sure I'd enjoy it a lot, oh my, yes...it's been so long...and to be frank, even when I nursed you as a baby I became...well, aroused.'
Karen giggled and then murmured 'I just thought, since you were so gentle to my breasts yesterday and today again, perhaps I could, well...'
'return the favor?'
'Well yeah, kind of...'
'Oh Karen, you make your mom blush all over...'
'You think it's bad?'
'No, but...oh with your hand doing what it does my knees are weak and my resistance is crumbling, if there was some in the first place.'
'So let me please you...'
Without any further remarks her mom got up, let Karen stand and then both switched positions.
Janet unbuttoned her blouse completely, but didn't get it off for whatever reason, perhaps because of some shyness still there.
Her breasts were as big as Karens, but of course she didn't lactate.
Confronted with these bulging beauties Karen couldn't resist to bury her face deep into them.
Janet was lifting them with one arm under them, so Karen had them now in front of her face. Tentatively she gave the right breast a slow lick.
'Oh my god, Karen' moaned her mom.
Encouraged by this Karen closed her lips around the already hardened nip and began to suckle, rather gently and slow at first.
Janed gasped and murmured 'Oh my, yes...be slow and rythmical...like a baby....'
Karen did as being told and realized that she became aroused again. Her mom, as if she had sensed that, cupped Karens right breast the way Karen had done that earlier.
Karen now intensified her suckling and noticed that her mom was kneading her other breast with her free hand.
'Oh Karen...it's building already...please be slow, be slow...'
But instead of slowing down, Karen switched to the other breast, gently pushing her moms hand away. She managed to bring her hand up and massaged the other breast.
Then all of a sudden she jumped up, got to her knees, cupped both of her moms breasts from their sides and suckled both nips simultaneously.
Her mom let out a loud cry and began to gasp and breath heavily.
'Oh Karen, mom can't hold on any longer, yes, suckle both, suckle hard...oh my god...I am there.' She buckled under Karens relentless suckling and came long, hard, forcefully.
After some eternity of moaning she whispered 'Oh Karen, that was the most intense climax I had in years...'

After this mutual pleasuring the tension of the previous day was gone, instead on the next day the atmosphere was charged with erotic.
Janet all of a sudden enjoyed wearing a push-up and a low-cut top, teasing Karen with her breasts bulging out. Karen made mocking remarks instead of turning away embarrassed.
In the evening Karen was feeding her baby, which was drinking happily.
Janet was watching with a warm smile on her face.
Karens eyes were half-closed, when her mom said 'May I ask you something? Even if it perhaps a bit of taboo?'
'Sure mom, I mean, what we do is a bit of taboo to begin with.'
'Yesterday I admitted that nursing you as a baby was an arousing experience for me, but I was young and felt embarrassed by it.'
'Well?'
'Is it...I mean...is it the same for you?'
Karen blushed visibly.
'Nothing bad to it...I mean that's how nature created you.'
'Oh mom, I am fighting it all the time, but yes, it's an extremely arousing feeling. Possibly it's not so important, who does it. Or, no...it is to an extent...but still...'
'So let me tell you something. Just go with the feeling, enjoy it, and when you feel a climax coming, enjoy this too. Look forward to feeding your little one, the time will come, when it's over. Make use of it.'
'Oh mom, really?'
'Of course, and there is nothing bad about even caressing your other breast.'
Karen looked down on her suckling baby, then raised her free hand and began so cup and squeeze her free breast.
'Oh my...oh mom...' Karen whispered, then moaned, clearly on edge again.
***

 

[sparkymatt]

Oh wow I do love this story very much. Love a mother and daughter sharing each other and daughters milk

 

[Maleboobs]

so should I go on with these busty women?

Oh wow I do love this story very much. Love a mother and daughter sharing each other and daughters milk

 

[StrongMaster7]

This is my thing. Big breasts and lactation.

Not to steal anyone's spotlight, but I have written many stories here on Lit on these subjects.

Lactation fantasies?

One of my stories is about a man who helps relieve women at a local La Leche League. The idea of every size and shape and color of woman with breasts achingly full of sweet milk, needing to have it sucked out to relieve the ache. But having a mouth suckling at her nipples excites them and sends electric pulses to her clitoris and it begins to swell and ache. And her pussy gets wetter and wetter until she feel like she's dripping. And fortunately, the man whose mouth is suckling, is also turned on by it and his cock is rock-hard...

 

[sparkymatt]

so should I go on with these busty women?

Oh yes definitely

 

[Maleboobs]

Karen and Janet con'd again

After this mutual pleasuring the tension of the previous day was gone, instead on the next day the atmosphere was charged with erotic.
Janet all of a sudden enjoyed wearing a push-up and a low-cut top, teasing Karen with her breasts bulging out. Karen made mocking remarks instead of turning away embarrassed.
In the evening Karen was feeding her baby, which was drinking happily.
Janet was watching with a warm smile on her face.
Karens eyes were half-closed, when her mom said 'May I ask you something? Even if it perhaps a bit of taboo?'
'Sure mom, I mean, what we do is a bit of taboo to begin with.'
'Yesterday I admitted that nursing you as a baby was an arousing experience for me, but I was young and felt embarrassed by it.'
'Well?'
'Is it...I mean...is it the same for you?'
Karen blushed visibly.
'Nothing bad to it...I mean that's how nature created you.'
'Oh mom, I am fighting it all the time, but yes, it's an extremely arousing feeling. Possibly it's not so important, who does it. Or, no...it is to an extent...but still...'
'So let me tell you something. Just go with the feeling, enjoy it, and when you feel a climax coming, enjoy this too. Look forward to feeding your little one, the time will come, when it's over. Make use of it.'
'Oh mom, really?'
'Of course, and there is nothing bad about even caressing your other breast.'
Karen looked down on her suckling baby, then raised her free hand and began so cup and squeeze her free breast.
'Oh my...oh mom...' Karen whispered, then moaned, clearly on edge again.
***

Then, without prior warning, the baby fell asleep.
Karen looked disappointed, but reluctantly put it to her crib and to sleep.
Her mom grinned 'I had the impression you began to like it as you should.'
Karen blushed and whispered 'Oh my yes...I always enjoyed it, kind of, but was too embarrassed to admit it to myself, if you know, what I mean.'
'I do, and I am sure you're not yet drained, are you?'
'No, as always...'
'So let's have some fun, ok'
'What do you mean?'
'I'll show you, come to the bathroom...'
Both went there, and Janet placet Karen upon a small plastic chair in front of a huge mirror, while she sat on the edge of the tub behind Karen.
'Do you recall our first attempt to give you relief?'
Blushing Karen responded 'Oh god, you know I do'
'I've got a beewax candle here...just wait...'
Her mom put the candle on fire and waited some minutes.
'You know, warm beewax applied to the skin is kind of increasing the resistance of the skin to a stroking movement...making it more effective...'
Karen was clueless what was about to happen.
Her mom used her index finger to take some of the molten wax, rubbed it to her palms and fingers and reached under Karens armpits towards her milky and swollen breasts.
'I'll repeat what I did the other day, but it will be more effective and you can watch, what I do.'
Karen watched spellbound how her mom reached under her breasts and began applying the wax to it, first the underside, then the nips. Watching her breasts being cupped, lifted and caressed by her mom already had quite an effect on her arousal level, which was high to begin with.
Now her mom repeated her milking massage Karen recalled all too well, but this time the wax made it really much more effective...the stroking movement ending with a gentle pull of her nips made her spray milk immediately and somehow both this higher resistance of her skin and the fact that she watched the whole thing was almost too exciting.
'Oh my god...milk me dry, mommy...oh watching this...'
'I am watching too...dear. So now you're taking over, please, since you know how to do it...'
Her mom withdrew her hands, but let them rest on Karens legs.
Reluctantly Karen raised her own hands and began with those milking massage motions she knew too well meanwhile.
After a brief moment she was lost in it and was spraying her milk all over the place.
'Mhhh, you know how it's done meanwhile...' mom whispered.
Her hands now were slowly moving towards Karens inner tighs.
'Oh my god mom...what is this?' Karen moaned.
'Relax...just go on...'
Janets hands now were rather close to Karens silky parts and kept stroking her inner tighs, then her right hand was covering her clit, her middle finger diving deep and touching Karens wet clit, moving slowly.
'Your breasts are lovely and sexy...Just watch, how they spray your milk...'
Karen was beyond herself with arousal and squeezed her boobs frantically.
Janet was stroking Karens clit with her finger now rythmically. 'Just imagine you're being suckled by your baby...'
'Oh god, mom...'
'Or imagine I'd feel up your clit now with my nip...'
'Oh no' Karen cried out and buckled under Janets hand.
She almost collapsed on her chair and Janet had to hold her upright.
'Oh my mom, you can't do that to me' she gasped after her climax subsided.
Janet smiled 'Why not, it's fun and we both enjoy it.'
Next time I'll let my nips work on you.'

 

[Smoothshavendad]

Then, without prior warning, the baby fell asleep.
Karen looked disappointed, but reluctantly put it to her crib and to sleep.
Her mom grinned 'I had the impression you began to like it as you should.'
Karen blushed and whispered 'Oh my yes...I always enjoyed it, kind of, but was too embarrassed to admit it to myself, if you know, what I mean.'
'I do, and I am sure you're not yet drained, are you?'
'No, as always...'
'So let's have some fun, ok'
'What do you mean?'
'I'll show you, come to the bathroom...'
Both went there, and Janet placet Karen upon a small plastic chair in front of a huge mirror, while she sat on the edge of the tub behind Karen.
'Do you recall our first attempt to give you relief?'
Blushing Karen responded 'Oh god, you know I do'
'I've got a beewax candle here...just wait...'
Her mom put the candle on fire and waited some minutes.
'You know, warm beewax applied to the skin is kind of increasing the resistance of the skin to a stroking movement...making it more effective...'
Karen was clueless what was about to happen.
Her mom used her index finger to take some of the molten wax, rubbed it to her palms and fingers and reached under Karens armpits towards her milky and swollen breasts.
'I'll repeat what I did the other day, but it will be more effective and you can watch, what I do.'
Karen watched spellbound how her mom reached under her breasts and began applying the wax to it, first the underside, then the nips. Watching her breasts being cupped, lifted and caressed by her mom already had quite an effect on her arousal level, which was high to begin with.
Now her mom repeated her milking massage Karen recalled all too well, but this time the wax made it really much more effective...the stroking movement ending with a gentle pull of her nips made her spray milk immediately and somehow both this higher resistance of her skin and the fact that she watched the whole thing was almost too exciting.
'Oh my god...milk me dry, mommy...oh watching this...'
'I am watching too...dear. So now you're taking over, please, since you know how to do it...'
Her mom withdrew her hands, but let them rest on Karens legs.
Reluctantly Karen raised her own hands and began with those milking massage motions she knew too well meanwhile.
After a brief moment she was lost in it and was spraying her milk all over the place.
'Mhhh, you know how it's done meanwhile...' mom whispered.
Her hands now were slowly moving towards Karens inner tighs.
'Oh my god mom...what is this?' Karen moaned.
'Relax...just go on...'
Janets hands now were rather close to Karens silky parts and kept stroking her inner tighs, then her right hand was covering her clit, her middle finger diving deep and touching Karens wet clit, moving slowly.
'Your breasts are lovely and sexy...Just watch, how they spray your milk...'
Karen was beyond herself with arousal and squeezed her boobs frantically.
Janet was stroking Karens clit with her finger now rythmically. 'Just imagine you're being suckled by your baby...'
'Oh god, mom...'
'Or imagine I'd feel up your clit now with my nip...'
'Oh no' Karen cried out and buckled under Janets hand.
She almost collapsed on her chair and Janet had to hold her upright.
'Oh my mom, you can't do that to me' she gasped after her climax subsided.
Janet smiled 'Why not, it's fun and we both enjoy it.'
Next time I'll let my nips work on you.'

Read this entire story in one sitting. My cock is rock hard and aching for release. So hot!!!

 

[Maleboobs]

Karen and Janet con'd again

Then, without prior warning, the baby fell asleep.
Karen looked disappointed, but reluctantly put it to her crib and to sleep.
Her mom grinned 'I had the impression you began to like it as you should.'
Karen blushed and whispered 'Oh my yes...I always enjoyed it, kind of, but was too embarrassed to admit it to myself, if you know, what I mean.'
'I do, and I am sure you're not yet drained, are you?'
'No, as always...'
'So let's have some fun, ok'
'What do you mean?'
'I'll show you, come to the bathroom...'
Both went there, and Janet placet Karen upon a small plastic chair in front of a huge mirror, while she sat on the edge of the tub behind Karen.
'Do you recall our first attempt to give you relief?'
Blushing Karen responded 'Oh god, you know I do'
'I've got a beewax candle here...just wait...'
Her mom put the candle on fire and waited some minutes.
'You know, warm beewax applied to the skin is kind of increasing the resistance of the skin to a stroking movement...making it more effective...'
Karen was clueless what was about to happen.
Her mom used her index finger to take some of the molten wax, rubbed it to her palms and fingers and reached under Karens armpits towards her milky and swollen breasts.
'I'll repeat what I did the other day, but it will be more effective and you can watch, what I do.'
Karen watched spellbound how her mom reached under her breasts and began applying the wax to it, first the underside, then the nips. Watching her breasts being cupped, lifted and caressed by her mom already had quite an effect on her arousal level, which was high to begin with.
Now her mom repeated her milking massage Karen recalled all too well, but this time the wax made it really much more effective...the stroking movement ending with a gentle pull of her nips made her spray milk immediately and somehow both this higher resistance of her skin and the fact that she watched the whole thing was almost too exciting.
'Oh my god...milk me dry, mommy...oh watching this...'
'I am watching too...dear. So now you're taking over, please, since you know how to do it...'
Her mom withdrew her hands, but let them rest on Karens legs.
Reluctantly Karen raised her own hands and began with those milking massage motions she knew too well meanwhile.
After a brief moment she was lost in it and was spraying her milk all over the place.
'Mhhh, you know how it's done meanwhile...' mom whispered.
Her hands now were slowly moving towards Karens inner tighs.
'Oh my god mom...what is this?' Karen moaned.
'Relax...just go on...'
Janets hands now were rather close to Karens silky parts and kept stroking her inner tighs, then her right hand was covering her clit, her middle finger diving deep and touching Karens wet clit, moving slowly.
'Your breasts are lovely and sexy...Just watch, how they spray your milk...'
Karen was beyond herself with arousal and squeezed her boobs frantically.
Janet was stroking Karens clit with her finger now rythmically. 'Just imagine you're being suckled by your baby...'
'Oh god, mom...'
'Or imagine I'd feel up your clit now with my nip...'
'Oh no' Karen cried out and buckled under Janets hand.
She almost collapsed on her chair and Janet had to hold her upright.
'Oh my mom, you can't do that to me' she gasped after her climax subsided.
Janet smiled 'Why not, it's fun and we both enjoy it.'
Next time I'll let my nips work on you.'

***
Apparently Janets remarks about getting aroused while nursing Karens baby not to be anything bad or to be ashamed of had some effect on Karen.
On the next evening, when Janet was at work in the kitchen, Karen was in her bedroom nursing her baby. Janet heard some faint noise and went towards Karens room to find out. The door was ajar and Janet watched in awe Karen sitting on her bed with her baby, which was suckling greedily, and Karen was caressing her other breast slowly with a smile on her face and closed eyes.
Janet couldn't help but let her hand sneak into her blouse and bra to caress her already hardened nips. She briefly considered to go in and arouse Karen further, but then decided against it.
Then Karen put her baby on her other breast and stiffled a soft moan, when the suckling started.
Her free hand now moved down into her bathrobe and given her opened mouth and loud gasp she must have began to stroke her clit.
Biting her lips she apparently didn't want to get too noisy, but clearly approached a climax fast.
Janet was fascinated. Karen seemed to have lost all reluctance and became all centered upon enjoying her breast sensitivity now.
With another moan Karen began to squirm and then buckled under her hand.
Meanwhile the baby must have lost its appetite and was fast asleep.
Looking down with a warm smile Karen stood up and put the baby to sleep.
Janet was really aroused now and stepped quickly back into the kitchen, hoping her flushed face wouldn't betray her.
When Karen came back, she seemed content and satisfied. But Janet assumed she couldn't have been milked dry. But then, perhaps the baby would wake up later, so she decided she'd leave things alone for this evening.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

***
Apparently Janets remarks about getting aroused while nursing Karens baby not to be anything bad or to be ashamed of had some effect on Karen.
On the next evening, when Janet was at work in the kitchen, Karen was in her bedroom nursing her baby. Janet heard some faint noise and went towards Karens room to find out. The door was ajar and Janet watched in awe Karen sitting on her bed with her baby, which was suckling greedily, and Karen was caressing her other breast slowly with a smile on her face and closed eyes.
Janet couldn't help but let her hand sneak into her blouse and bra to caress her already hardened nips. She briefly considered to go in and arouse Karen further, but then decided against it.
Then Karen put her baby on her other breast and stiffled a soft moan, when the suckling started.
Her free hand now moved down into her bathrobe and given her opened mouth and loud gasp she must have began to stroke her clit.
Biting her lips she apparently didn't want to get too noisy, but clearly approached a climax fast.
Janet was fascinated. Karen seemed to have lost all reluctance and became all centered upon enjoying her breast sensitivity now.
With another moan Karen began to squirm and then buckled under her hand.
Meanwhile the baby must have lost its appetite and was fast asleep.
Looking down with a warm smile Karen stood up and put the baby to sleep.
Janet was really aroused now and stepped quickly back into the kitchen, hoping her flushed face wouldn't betray her.
When Karen came back, she seemed content and satisfied. But Janet assumed she couldn't have been milked dry. But then, perhaps the baby would wake up later, so she decided she'd leave things alone for this evening.

This is such a sexy scenario. I hope it never ends. Gets me instantly so hard!

 

[dystracted]

just fantasy, of course

I am lactating, hubby is travelling, so I leave my baby with our trusted babysitter, a young girl of 19.
Coming back late at night, my baby refuses to drink and I talk the girl into giving my swollen breasts relief by suckling me.
The incredible mixture of embarrassment, taboo and fast build-up of extreme arousal makes it impossible for me to hide that her rythmical suckling takes me to the edge of a climax. When I let my hand sneak into her shirt and start massaging her full breasts, she does not refuse...

 

[travelinma]

I am lactating, hubby is travelling, so I leave my baby with our trusted babysitter, a young girl of 19.
Coming back late at night, my baby refuses to drink and I talk the girl into giving my swollen breasts relief by suckling me.
The incredible mixture of embarrassment, taboo and fast build-up of extreme arousal makes it impossible for me to hide that her rythmical suckling takes me to the edge of a climax. When I let my hand sneak into her shirt and start massaging her full breasts, she does not refuse...

I'd love to be the voyeur in that room.

 

[dystracted]

somebody asked me via PM to go on with this fantasy and tried to incentivice me with some chocolate...are there more here wanting me to do that, and what will be the reward?
I'd ask for a lot of quotations (enthusiastic ones, that is) on postings in my many threads...so I'll wait and see...

I am lactating, hubby is travelling, so I leave my baby with our trusted babysitter, a young girl of 19.
Coming back late at night, my baby refuses to drink and I talk the girl into giving my swollen breasts relief by suckling me.
The incredible mixture of embarrassment, taboo and fast build-up of extreme arousal makes it impossible for me to hide that her rythmical suckling takes me to the edge of a climax. When I let my hand sneak into her shirt and start massaging her full breasts, she does not refuse...

 

[xhxhxh]

somebody asked me via PM to go on with this fantasy and tried to incentivice me with some chocolate...are there more here wanting me to do that, and what will be the reward?
I'd ask for a lot of quotations (enthusiastic ones, that is) on postings in my many threads...so I'll wait and see...

I’m casting my vote a definite yes