Adult Breastfeeding Stories Novels & Stories

Bad choice after bad choice. My son yawns and then grasps my nipple again, causing me to inhale sharply. Shelby and I researched breastfeeding on the Internet and discovered the discomfort is common. Time will cure the problem and Shelby promised to bring home some breast cream today. I'll survive and be thankful for the opportunity to feed my son. His beautiful eyes flutter and he grins, in his perfect little newborn way, around my nipple. How do you express something greater than love? I don't think you can.

Bad choice after bad choice. My son yawns and then grasps my nipple again, causing me to inhale sharply. Shelby and I researched breastfeeding on the Internet and discovered the discomfort is common. Time will cure the problem and Shelby promised to bring home some breast cream today. I’ll survive and be thankful for the opportunity to feed my son. His beautiful eyes flutter and he grins, in his perfect little newborn way, around my nipple. How do you express something greater than love? I don’t think you can.

One day, my colleague was late for work. Holding two packs of fresh milk, she apologized embarrassedly, "I'm sorry. I woke up late. Have you eaten? Drink some milk. It's sold by the farm here, and it's different from these beverages." I rejected her instinctively. After giving up on taking the college entrance exam, I never drank fresh milk again. But since she insisted that I try it, I took a sip. I was stunned. "Did you say you got the milk from the dairy farm?"

Teen son helps relieve pressure from mom’s engorged breasts. SUMMARY: With innocent intentions, Josh offers to help his mother relieve pressure from her swollen breasts after his newborn sister stops drinking from her. See how the two of them deal with the unexpected reactions their bodies have. This is a multi-POV story, switching back and forth between Josh and his mom, Jenni. Note that there are many scenes involving breast milk. All characters in this story are 18 or older. Enjoy.

the doctor chuckled. I slid the gown down exposing my swollen breasts. I held my son up to my nipple as I tried to feed him first. It took a few tries, but he finally latched on. I smiled excitedly as I heard him drinking my milk. Next, I tried with my daughter. Draven had to help me a little, it was hard trying to feed them at the same time! When my daughter finally latched on too, I felt relieved. Draven watched me with so much love in his eyes. I hoped I could be a good mother.

“A home where I walk around wearing literally anything.” Mrs. Ashford waved me off dismissively. “Oh please,” she scoffed dramatically. “What exactly do you have that I haven’t seen?” The woman behind her immediately lowered her gaze awkwardly. My mom turned toward her with excitement sparkling in her eyes. “Do you know,” she began proudly, “that even at age three, this boy still wanted to breastfeed?” “Mum…” “He was ridiculously clingy as a child,” she continued mercilessly. “He would leave his room in the middle of the night just to come sleep beside me.”

The creamy milk filled his mouth and he drank it down with one swallow before suckling again, his mouth loved the sweetness that came out of her tit. “Just like that. I want it just like that.” She whispered, running a hand through his hair, bringing his mouth closer to her tit. Aaron knew that they were going to become closer. Before he attached his mouth to her other tit, he looked up at her. “What?” She asked him, wondering if something was the matter. “You know, even after the baby comes. You’re going to be leaking for a few months.” He told her, making sure that she knew. She nodded her head.

"It's not like anyone else is doing it. They're probably scared to death they'll mess up your system and have to deal with you when you come back." "Probably." I laugh. "But the honest truth is I miss it. Miss being around adults and having conversations. Right now, my days revolve around breastfeeding, spit-up, and diaper changes." Turning to Grandma, I continue. "We're going to take him with us, but if it becomes too much, we'll definitely be calling on you. I appreciate the offer." "I love nothing more than watching the new life being brought into the club."

But the healers kept at me, instructing me how to hold her, how to entice her to drink, how to keep her sucking. At first, I felt like a failure. I was so sure every other mother who’d done this had taken to it naturally and I was the only one who couldn’t do it properly. But then Matticus, the older, wiser healer, started in with stories about other new mothers and how they had struggled too, and I began to feel better, not so alone in my tribulations. My healing came swiftly. Even if Matticus and Pringle weren’t around, constantly telling me how unusual my condition was, I would’ve been able to notice it for myself.

Erika began, but she didn't know what to say. "Late breastfeeding doesn't cause any medical side effects for the mother or child, you know? In fact, some research suggests that breast feeding decreases the chances for breast cancer" Madri said evenly. Erika felt a sudden wave of relief was over her. She'd expected the doctor, or anyone else who knew she breastfed her 5-year old, to think she was insane. But Madri seemed to be taking it in stride.