Adult Breastfeeding Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

My name is Elena Voss, and I had been producing milk for six months when the Milk Factory finally accepted my application. After my second child, my breasts never really dried up. Instead of fighting it, I started pumping and selling the excess online. The money was good, but the private messages from wealthy men offering thousands just to taste me in person were even better. When the discreet black envelope arrived with the Factory’s gold-embossed logo, I knew my life was about to change.

At the end of the series, the babies of his from these tattered mothers come out robust and healthy, portending a recovered planet. Mom: "Well, dear diary, that's about it for today. As you can see, one of Jimmy's father's crazy ideas DID work, though not in the way he predicted. We DID get a fortune out of it, but he didn't bargain on his having to move into Jimmy's old room, or of his son moving into bed with me. He also didn't plan on being a full-time Mr.Mom, tending the endless flow of babies, the product of his wife and her son's passionate relationship. I have to admit, the sight of crib after crib, bunk bed next to bunk bed, in room after room, is a bit daunting. You can't be in the

Rashonda giggled while looking down and shaking her head. “Raising my baby was a tough job. The breastfeeding, the getting up in the middle of the night, the breast pumping. My husband would want to have sex and I wouldn’t want him touching my breasts because my nipples would be tender and sore from the breastfeeding.” Agent Jane took a light, deep breath while talking about her experiences. She fixed her lips to say something else, but she paused when she looked up to see her husband coming over to say something to her and Rashonda.

He lifted one of my legs and began to drive into my wet entrance again. "Oh, Mommy, we will make love all night." I tilted my face, and our lips met. We shared a passionate kiss while he fucks me like the true lover he is. -6 YEARS LATER- I gently put my baby girl in her crib after she fell asleep. After breastfeeding her and burping her, she is now sleeping soundly. I smiled, caressed her chubby cheeks, and left the nursery after turning on the baby monitor. I walked to our room, and I bit my lip because of the weight of my breasts. Even after giving birth, my breasts are still producing a lot of milk. I looked at the nightgown I was wearing, and my breast area was wet because it was drippi

She got home 3 weeks back, but I only saw her for the first time last week. “Yup, my kid has gone so big, she’s almost a whole new child. And I keep telling Zero he needs to stop feeding her that growing milk, but men never listen.” “Well, they do when it’s football,” I wink as I grimace when Kaleb sucks harder than usual. “You should use that numbing cream, else you are going to have no nipples left by the time he is ready for a cup.” “Thanks for looking after him, I hope it wasn’t an issue?”