Big Mommy Milkers Novels & Stories

Once I got over the shock, I started to feel nothing but excitement for what our future would bring. I knew not to expect Axel’s love even with the help of Damon and Beckett, I knew better than to hold my breath. I get all River’s things and my purse before heading to my car. She’s got her diaper bag and another bag; I think it’s extra clothes and milk. I’m not sure. Axel explained to me that River’s milk has been donated by mother’s who have too much milk for just one baby and given to mothers who can’t or in Axel’s case mothers who have died during birth. That’s an amazing initiative I never knew existed.

I should be grateful to him! “I understand, sir. I—” The shrill sound of my children crying beside me suddenly filled the air, startling me. I sprung up from my feet and rushed towards their cot, which automatically rocked itself at the far end of the study. Were they hungry again? I just fed them an hour ago! My breasts were still aching from the let-down of milk after they sucked it out! And, it wasn't just one of them crying, they were both crying. “Did I hear my babies? Are they awake?” A cheery voice dashed into the room, running towards me with glee in his eyes.

He slams his cock all the way inside of me and I cry out in pain, squirming under him, he’s stretched my pussy lips making it fit around his hard shaft. “You want me to stop?” He asks me, licking and teasing my nipple now. “No, fuck. I don’t care how much it hurts. Fuck me big daddy, please and you can have this milk. But fuck me.” I whimper at him. I can’t believe the naughty words that are coming out of my mouth. Daddy doesn’t care though, he loves it. “You’re going to cum in me? Are you going to give me that creamy cock juice the way I’m giving you my creamy milk?” I whimper against his ear.

At his sister's question, Chris contemplated a while before replying, “Dad said it’s eating honey while gazing at the moon. That's called honeymoon.” "Chistie wants honey too," Christie demanded, looking at her brother. "En, ask dad later. He will give you." Little Chris dodged the problem at his father. Christie nodded her head and then went back to playing with her building blocks. "Come on, guys. It's milk time," announced Sarah, carrying two glasses of milk. She had gone to warm milk for them, leaving them in nannies care for a while. As soon as Christie saw the glasses of milk in her hands, she shook her head. "No meulk. Chistie, meulk, no." She hated milk.

"Macho men are the easiest to tame. They are mostly in control of everything, so when one thing escapes their control, they want to figure it out." She shrugs. "So, a one-night stand was enough for you to make him want to ‘figure you out’?" "Well, it depends on the sex." She smiles and pulls out a vial from her bag. "I like my men buff, with nice mummy milkers." "'Mummy milkers?'" I repeat—that’s not a term you hear every day. "You know, pecs." "Then just say that!" "Nope, you'll understand when you use this on your Alpha; they are mummy milkers. I wanna trademark that, but I’ll probably forget everything by tomorrow."

I hear his boss’s voice and wipe my tears quickly. “Sounds good, I will see you tomorrow then.” Adam tells him cheerfully. “Yes.” His boss states and hangs up the phone. “Daddy, you can stay here with me?” I ask him. “I will stay all day. Taking all that cream.” He licks his lips when he sees the creamy milk slowly sliding out of my nipples. “It’s always like this, daddy. The pain, the bursting of milk. I don’t know why it happens so fast.” I whine at him, shaking my head.

Then, mid-laugh, the tears started spilling out all over again. I looked at them, my voice thick with tears and a tiny flicker of hope. "Guys, does this mean I don't have to fake being poor anymore?" The entire living room fell silent. The next second, all 109 of my sisters roared back in perfect unison, "Yes! Tomorrow we're going to buy out the biggest mall in Norburg!" That very night, the group chat named "One Big Loving Family" was renamed "Dante Finally Knows We're Not Some Wanted Criminal Gang".

Adriana cleared her throat before talking, “Adriana Georgia, I’m 28years old and I’m a single mother. I recently worked-“ “Tsk? A single what? You’re a mother?” A lady who’s one of the interviewer cut her off with a smirk, the rest also laughed. Adriana couldn’t understand, she nod, “Yes, what’s wrong?” “Do you know where this is? It’s a bar. A BAR, miss,” Another lady told her emphasizing on the ‘Bar’ “Do you think we’d allow a nursing mother here? Hell no, we want young fresh blood. Who’s ready to satisfy our customers,” She added while Adriana almost pop out tears but she held it in.

It was funny how I was worried about what the cashier would think of me and my decisions when I was about to have the most shocking revelation. I dropped my items on the conveyor belt of the single checkout point in the store. Out of nowhere came this bright wall of black behind me. I turned to see it was Hazel’s mum. Here to spread more hate in a mall I presumed. She heaped her goods on the space behind mine and whistled. “Looks like someone’s been getting around,” she shouted aloud for the empty aisles in the store to hear. “I guess it's not only the horses the farm hands are riding.” she screamed and cackled at her own joke.

" With that I position my mother in a comfortable position before I stand with a determined mind. They unleashed the mafia lord's wife within me when they hurt my mother. The tigress has awoken.