Adult Breastfeeding Stories Novels & Stories

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.. **** [[1 ~ Jenni]]

They made sure I ate a lot; mostly broths and porridge recipes, since my injury was still in the healing stage. They would bring the babies to me when it was time for them to be breastfed. It was painful at first, when we first practiced latching. I almost screamed when they started sucking the first time. It was painful, but at the same time, it was a rewarding experience. The grandmothers said it was a great time to bond with the babies, so I breastfed them whenever I could. I also pumped a shit ton of milk. These days, there’s no difference between me and a cow. Other members of the family dropped by whenever they could. Carlotta was here every other day, cooing at the babies as if they u

Letta said, making the nurse approach. "It's okay, it might feel awkward at first, but eventually, you'll get the hang of it. I'll show you,” the nurse said, making Letta nod. Marco observed his wife's hesitant movements, knowing this was her first experience. The nurse helped and demonstrated the breastfeeding technique, making Letta smile as the baby eagerly latched onto her first breast milk. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down Letta's face, unable to hold back her joy, which in turn moved Marco to wipe away tears of happiness.

“Sweetie, don’t let this make it too weird but do you mind if I touch myself a little while we do this? This used to turn me on slightly when you would suckle and to be honest I used to be touch myself while you or your Dad fed on me. Also I’m really wet right now.” She nervously exclaimed. Not sure how to respond, I closed my eyes and kept suckling. She reached down and started to move closer to her pussy. My own Mother was going to masturbate while I drank her milk from her breast. This was like some fucked up p**n movie from online, but I liked it, a lot.

But when she was new-born, she was a beautiful, little squashed-up red prune. Cara held close to my breast, she suckles contentedly... Wonder how long it'll be before she does more than eat and sleep? However wonderful My Baby might be, the novelty of breast-feeding is wearing off fast. Bored, Cara supported in one arm, I browse my tablet, scrolling the feed with a thumb. Somehow, they have gotten hold of my email address and my In-Box is bombarded with ads for milk substitutes, nappies, early learning for babies... Jabbing my thumb at the offending posts, I delete one after another...

Black was also crying with this sudden attack. As they reached home, Myra Placed Aaron on his bed and started removing his shoes as if nothing happened. She changed his clothes and made him sleep on the bed. Aaron didn't close his eyes, so Myra started telling him Mythological stories about India. She started the story of Little Krishna and his childhood incidents. Aaron chuckled and enjoyed the story. Soon he drifted off into a deep sleep in her arms. Myra also fell asleep there as she was tired.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

I was producing much more milk than one infant could possibly consume and the excess sat in my breasts every morning like pressure building behind a dam. So, I'd resorted to milking myself in the bathroom. Desperate I know. Don't judge me! I'd masturbate with one hand. Working my nipples with the other until the tension released and my fingers were soaked with both my own juice and the milk running from my nipples. Yet, I was still not getting enough of what I actually needed… which was a mouth. An enthusiastic, hungry, greedy mouth. And Charles had apparently retired from the position. I was standing at the kitchen counter still in my robe when the door from the hallway swung open and Ted w

“Come for me, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s cock while your mum is taking her bath.” The dirty words pushed me over the edge. I came hard, biting my arm to muffle my scream. My pussy spasmed violently around him, squirting down my thighs and onto the carpet. Mark groaned and fucked me even harder through my orgasm. “That’s it… milk Daddy’s cock.” He slammed in deep one last time and came, flooding my pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He kept thrusting, pushing his load deeper until it leaked out around his cock and ran down my legs.

She finally grabbed me by the hair and growled, “Stop! I need a break for a minute.” I slid alongside her as she wrapped her thick arms around me and I licked her salty-tasting neck. Her chest was heaving and her lactating breasts were leaking. I French kissed her deeply and moved my mouth to her right tit and began licking and squeezing it, she tried to stop me but I latched on and began sucking like a 30-pound 5-month-old, my mouth filling with the faintly sweet nectar of warm, thin mother’s milk. Eva relaxed as the Oxytocin went to work. An old memory rushing back to me of suckling at my own mother’s full tits when I was as old as 5 as she used it to bribe me to go to kindergarten. My ded