Big Mommy Milkers Novels & Stories

As we all settled at the table, the dining was supposed to fall silent, but I doubted that as the two began again. “Mummy, why is Jael's chicken bigger than mine?” Jersey asked, and I looked at her and gave her a light smile. “This girl is always looking for trouble,” I thought. “Jersey darling, Jael’s chicken is not bigger than yours; it's the same size. Yours is even bigger than his own,” I answered her, and she squealed happily. “Mummy, how could Jersey's chicken be bigger than mine?” Oh… not this... “Jael baby, Mummy didn't mean that. Alright, you can have mine,” Maverick came to my rescue and gave Jael his own, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Full of wolves at that." She removed the pumps from my boobs, and both bottles looked full. Oh, it felt like a weight had been pulled off my body, but my breasts were aching. "Can I see that?" Miall asked, and Anin passed him the bottle. He swirled the milk around and did the unexpected. Miall downed the milk and looked at me. "I am jealous, Amanah; he won't be the first to have your milk." This dumb bitch!

Hard. A deluge of milk flooded my mouth, almost gagging me. "Ooooohhhhhhhh goddddddd," my mom moaned loudly. I swallowed desperately, gulp after gulp as my mouth filled with liquid over and over. I barely had time to taste it, there was so much coming out. It was sweet and warm. And it turned me on fiercely. I kept squeezing with my hands, and the stream of milk kept coming out heavily. Mom was breathing hard, short breaths, her body trembling.

Sigrid's face suddenly flushed red, "You're too old to drink milk! Shame on you for thinking that!" Tianna's face was full of confusion. What was going on with Mom and Dad? Sigrid looked at Tianna and said, "Mom's milk is only enough for your younger brother and sister to drink. Tianna can already have a meal on your own, so that's already enough." Tianna nodded her head in understanding, "I'm the eldest sister, so I'm an adult!" "Yes, adults don't drink milk," Sigrid touched her head and then looked at George with disgust.

“Yes, mistress. I did. I hope you don’t mind.” “Of course not. I’m glad you chose them. They are great people for the roles.” Then I remembered something. “Since I don’t know how long the ceremony would be, can I pump my milk for emergency use?” Mimi nodded, opening a small fridge. “Yes, mistress. Our Alpha and Theta contacted me about it. This fridge will store your pumped milk. As we will need to feed the twins, you need to have a bath now, then have your breakfast, and pump the milk.”

Their pussies became wetter, their skin gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Erika realized that her second breast was still almost completely filled with milk. She had a naughty idea. As Madri rubbed her own breast and arched her back Erika reached up to her tit. Erika licked her lips seductively and then began to squeeze her nipple. She watched as the white milk squirted from her breast. It splashed against Madri's stomach. Madri's eyes shot opened, she looked at the white milk against her brown skin and smiled. She bit her lip and beckoned towards Erika. Eriks squeezed her breast again, spray milk over her own legs.

Her gaze dart to her stomach and rested on the tiny pregnancy bump, it was so obvious to her gaze at that moment, she felt it was reminding her all over of her incapability for the required job. "I'm sorry," she ran her palm around the bulge, "but mommy is desperate right now. Please understand," she smiled as she whispered the words of apology to her developing foetus and without a second thought, she ticked the last one, opened the mail and began typing her interest for the position. ... Anderson lowered the drum bell, grabbing a jar of milk he added a little more to pretty's bowl before going for his cellphone. With just a glance at the caller's ID, he answered and grabbed a towel, wiping

“Coow Miwk, where you thleep?” “Upstairs. In the guest room.” “Mama room?” “No. The other room.” Mick crossed his arms and watched her chew. Veronica had mentioned that CC hadn’t been favoring the new baby formula her pediatrician had recommended. “Aren’t you gonna finish your milk?” CC wrinkled her nose as if in disgust. She even shook her head. After he reminded her why kids had to drink lots of milk everyday, she asked, “Whe’th Mama?”

I'm my own person. Okay I'm normally not this sensitive, what's going on? He was only calling me Queen, in a good way, why do I need to be so bitter about it? "Calvin!" Mama's loud voice kill my thought that I quickly turn around to find her standing at the kitchen's door frame, ten feet away. She must have heard our voices. "What do you want to eat? I'm cooking lunch now but I can prepare breakfast if you want? Egg? Sausage? Toast?"

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.