Udders, hucows, mating and milking

That looks super convenient...for tea, anyway. I think it would slow down baking, though :p

Well, in reality, it doesn't slow the baking process, or anything else, for that matter. My wife saves all left-over milk in the fridge and freezer, having entirely replaced cows milk since the 3rd week of starting to feed our baby. She usually produces more than we need and enjoy.
 
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Well, in reality, it doesn't slow the baking process, or anything else, for that matter. My wife saves all left-over milk in the fridge and freezer, having entirely replaced cows milk since the 3rd week of starting to feed our baby. She usually produces more than we need and enjoy.

I guess it just takes some planning ahead, then. I only meant that producing on the spot would be useful when making a cup :p
 
Wow..I hadnt heard of this either....very hot. I would especially like to watch a male milking farm. Saw a gay asian one last night on xhamster..but id enjoy watching hetro ones too. More women milking farms videos too would be good.
 
Producing on the spot . . .

Oh, I see . . . Yes, she/we do that too. When lone male guests are over for breakfast or when at dinner we get around to coffee, and even at a drop-in once, she has expressed herself into their cups under their incredulous eyes. I think her sometimes willing complicity in these erotic moments is because she's rather proud of how much she produces and how easily her letdown comes. Is that what you mean?

I guess it just takes some planning ahead, then. I only meant that producing on the spot would be useful when making a cup :p
 
I understand!

This is a fantastic link....

Very interesting. My wife is lactating. Recently, just kidding around with a friend at breakfast, the three of us, the friend was amazed and I, proud, at how healthy my wife looks and how much milk she is producing, replacing cow's milk completely in our kitchen. I think it was I who first kidded her about being my prize cow. She blushed but looked pleased. Our friend finally joined in, visibly pleasing her even more, saying he was sad he didn't have someone like her. I stepped in, pointing out that the French toast he was eating and the café au laÎt he was drinking was made with her milk. He looked over at her breasts and then up into her eyes and said Thank you to her, which pleased her even more. I said she milked herself 4 or more times a day after each feeding of our daughter, and his eyes got big. Drunk, I suppose, with the moment, he blurted out that he'd "Sure like to see that!" I asked her if I could show him. She looked confused but managed in silence to convey that kind of maybe women say when they have already made a decision to say yes. I went around the table, stood behind her, picked up an empty coffee cup, and asked her to hold it under her breast as I raised one up and out from the elastic top of her peasant blouse.

She was heavy with milk. Her skin was stretched tight and looked almost transparent. Her nipple was erect and dripping. I noticed a spreading stain in the soft cotton material of her blouse over the other nipple and lifted that breast out, pushing her top well down to her waist. I supposed all the talk had contributed to an increasing and prolonged letdown. The dripping was steady, almost a stream. I lifted a breast with both hands and gently stroked forward, over and over, squeezing only slightly as my fingers pressed her nipple outward, careful not to squeeze the nipple, as she'd shown me. As soon as she was spraying into the cup, audible quite clearly, I asked my wife if our friend could try. Under her breath, or maybe just not able to get out more than a whisper, she said, "If you don't mind," which in women I think indicates, "I'm not sure but I'm ready and curious, let's see." We both milked her. It was so damned erotic it has contributed to pillow conversations every night.
 
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Very interesting. My wife is lactating. Recently, just kidding around with a friend at breakfast, the three of us, the friend was amazed and I, proud, at how healthy my wife looks and how much milk she is producing, replacing cow's milk completely in our kitchen. I think it was I who first kidded her about being my prize cow. She blushed but looked pleased. Our friend finally joined in, visibly pleasing her even more, saying he was sad he didn't have someone like her. I stepped in, pointing out that the French toast he was eating and the café au laÎt he was drinking was made with her milk. He looked over at her breasts and then up into her eyes and said Thank you to her, which pleased her even more. I said she milked herself 4 or more times a day after each feeding of our daughter, and his eyes got big. Drunk, I suppose, with the moment, he blurted out that he'd "Sure like to see that!" I asked her if I could show him. She looked confused but managed in silence to convey that kind of maybe women say when they have already made a decision to say yes. I went around the table, stood behind her, picked up an empty coffee cup, and asked her to hold it under her breast as I raised one up and out from the elastic top of her peasant blouse.

She was heavy with milk. Her skin was stretched tight and looked almost transparent. Her nipple was erect and dripping. I noticed a spreading stain in the soft cotton material of her blouse over the other nipple and lifted that breast out, pushing her top well down to her waist. I supposed all the talk had contributed to an increasing and prolonged letdown. The dripping was steady, almost a stream. I lifted a breast with both hands and gently stroked forward, over and over, squeezing only slightly as my fingers pressed her nipple outward, careful not to squeeze the nipple, as she'd shown me. As soon as she was spraying into the cup, audible quite clearly, I asked my wife if our friend could try. Under her breath, or maybe just not able to get out more than a whisper, she said, "If you don't mind," which in women I think indicates, "I'm not sure but I'm ready and curious, let's see." We both milked her. It was so damned erotic it has contributed to pillow conversations every night.

Great story, thank you for sharing it! My wife has been induced to lactated 3 times now and each time her milk has been similarly used and shared.

Never though had her being milked been shared with a friend like you described doing. Reading your story, I wished she had been.
 
Some facts on ADULT BREASTFEEDING:

Hi, I found the below article at this professional link . . . very interesting:

http://alternativehealthlifestyle.com/?p=126

BENEFITS for Adult Breastfeeding or Adult Nursing Relationships
Author Michelle Devon
Can Adults Reap Benefits to Drinking Breast Milk and Adult Nursing?

In this world, it takes all kinds of people to make the world go ’round, and in the past, I've written on some unusual relationships, including polyamorous relationships, objectum sexual relationships, and others. In this article, I want to discuss adult breastfeeding or adult nursing relationships.

I stumbled upon an article about adult breastfeeding in an adult nursing relationship and initially was quite surprised. Then, when I continued reading and thinking about it, the positive aspects of adult breastfeeding, both in and out of an adult nursing relationship, began to make sense to me.

What is an Adult Breastfeeding?

Simply put, adult BREASTFEEDING IS WHEN AN ADULT CONSUMES A WOMAN'S BREAST MILK. There are many reasons why this might happen, and one of the most common ones has to do with health reasons. Breast milk is, for the most part, completely sanitary, cannot spoil, is mostly hypoallergenic, full of nutrition and infection-fighting potential, packed with calories and good fats and proteins, and the list just goes on.

In fact, BREAST MILK IS SO HEALTHY AND SAFE (provided the woman who nurses is healthy and disease free) that cancer patients have been given breast milk to help boost their immune system and help keep them healthy and to maintain their weight and nutrition during chemotherapy treatments.

What’s good for baby is good for any human being. In fact, some studies clearly indicate that any human being could thrive, not just survive but thrive, on a diet of pure breast milk from a healthy woman.

What is an Adult Nursing Relationship?

An adult nursing relationship is a physical, intimate relationship between two people, where one of the parties to the relationship nurses from a woman who either is or is not lactating. I tried doing some searches about adult nursing relationships and found that, though there are many searches on the subject, there aren’t a lot of resources or information. From what I was able to find, it seems clear to me that every adult nursing relationship is unique.

Adult Nursing Relationship With or Without Lactation (Relactation)

While some adult nursing relationships include adult breastfeeding, such as a man or a woman suckling and drinking breast milk from a lactating female, some adult nursing relationships are simply the physical act of suckling, without actual lactation. However, it seems with regular suckling or stimulation, many woman can begin lactating or lactating again (if the woman has already given birth and lactated once in her life, it’s called relactation).

Adult Nursing Relationships with Sexual Component

Some adult nursing relationships are one aspect of a sexual relationship between partners, husband and wife or committed lovers. This type of adult breastfeeding/ adult nursing relationship usually occurs after a child is born and the idea of breastfeeding or lactation becomes a part of every day reality for a couple.

There are, however, some couples who enjoy adult breastfeeding and adult nursing relationships with each other who have never had children. Some might call adult nursing relationships a sexual perversion, a sexual fetish, or a sexual act, but most couples who share in an adult nursing relationship feel the connection and intimate bond with their nursing partner goes beyond sex and is more intimate and emotional than it is physical.

Adult Nursing Relationships without Sexual Component

Some people have a psychological need to nurture, give sustenance to, or receive comfort and stress relief from entering into an adult nursing relationship, and for these people, an adult nursing relationship might develop without any sexual component. That is to say, the nursing aspect of the relationship is either separate from or not a part of the relationship with the other person. Breastfeeding and adult nursing are not always sexual activities or even foreplay to sexual activities for many adult nursing relationships.

Adult Breastfeeding without Adult Nursing Relationship

There are some adults who choose to drink breast milk, either for health or immunity issues, who do not physically nurse from a lactating woman. Breast milk is packed with fat, calories, good protein and lots of health immune boosting properties. For someone who is ill, immuno-compromised, or at an unhealthy low weight, adult breastfeeding is an easy on the system way to add pounds and boost immunity.

More about Adult Nursing Relationships and Adult Breastfeeding

Finding information about adult breastfeeding and adult nursing relationships on the internet was difficult at best. The majority of the results I found were based on pornography and sexuality, but the few relevant links I did find made it clear that the majority of adult nursing relationships are not sexual in natural–or at least, they are not exclusively sexual.

It seems there’s a clear intimate bonding experience that occurs during adult nursing that is pleasurable to both parties on a physical, emotional and psychological basis. While I realize there are many who will think an adult nursing relationship is strange, and I’ll admit that was my instinctive reaction too, the more I thought about adult nursing relationships, the more this type of intimate relationship made sense to me.

We all have things we enjoy, both sexually and intimately–having someone stroke our hair, scratch our backs, rub our feet–while other people might not enjoy those same things. I see adult nursing relationships to be very similar to those types of intimate things–it might not be for everyone, but I see nothing wrong or strange about those who enjoy this type of relationship.
 
Me too, I knew it was true despite a fearful, recriminating society

Thanks MilkFountain. Your stories are sooooo hard-making. Thanks for this info. I always knew it was true.:)

Thanks so much ErectDesire, your praise means a lot.

In relationship to one of our experiences, I found these phrases I excerpted from the article especially interesting: "Some people have a psychological need to nurture . . . or receive comfort and stress relief from entering into an adult nursing relationship, and . . . the nursing aspect of the relationship is either separate from or not a part of the relationship with the other person."

Recently, a friend whose wife was dying of cancer and who was so exhausted by the daily ordeal of his numerous responsibilities that he bore without help, phoned late one evening to ask us if he could just drop in on us for a few minutes. We knew he desperately needed a respite from his work, taking care of their home; from the patience-wearing, end of day chore of helping his two children with their homework; from making separate dinners for everyone, and then readying his wife for bed. He apologized, said he knew it was late, and that he couldn't sleep. My wife prepared hot chocolate for him, then settled onto the living room couch to nurse our baby. Comfortable, I suppose, with the late hour and unselfconscious in the presence of a family friend, both her breasts were soon bare, framed between the parted lapels of her housecoat. Our baby nursed at one until her eyelids drooped heavily and then closed as she fell asleep. Soon, our friend began to talk.

As concerned with our friend's emotional and physical state as much as I, my wife sympathetically listened to our friend recount the day's burdens, tears of frustration escaping his eyes as he tried to explain that he felt guilty not doing enough, and that it was never enough, it seemed.

Our friend's voice faltered a moment, and then I noticed how suddenly taken he was with the image of my wife. Our baby nursing sleepily, she was curled up against my wife's belly. Her chin was raised, and like a newborn bird, craned her neck up to latch her pretty, tiny lips around a nipple. Her little throat worked as she earnestly drew in her supper. Her mouth was so wide that none of my wife's dark pink areola showed.

My wife, too, was sleepy, but listened sympathetically to our friend, nodding in all the right places. The low light of the couch's end-table lamp cast a warm glow, if anything, flattering her breasts more than they needed. The free nipple dripped steadily. I caught my wife's eye, and as I gazed into hers, her eyebrows rose, silently asking me what I wanted. Without my eyes leaving hers, I slightly inclined my head toward our friend. She blinked, and then I saw understanding dawn, and then full realization of what I was suggesting. That she understood the significance from just my loaded gaze made me swelled my heart with pride. I left the room and stayed away for more than half an hour.
 
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A little eloquent support for the milking:)

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Whoa....is that from breast pumps?
 
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It has to be. Hell of a pump too
 
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