I Breastfeed My Husband Novels & Stories

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay. You were right to call me a prude. I was raised in a very prudish household and it’s time that I overcame that.” I pulled a breast free from my towel and positioned Joseph so that he could easily latch onto my nipple. When I cringed, she gasped. “It’s okay. My uterus is still recovering from carrying him. When he sucks the milk, it makes my uterus contract.” I gave a slight chuckle. “It’s not all that pleasant a feeling.” “Is it the same when a man sucks?” she hesitantly asked as she sat down on the sofa next to me.

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.

he just stroked my back. "Our baby girl will be okay" he kissed my forehead. "Shh stop crying, that's not allowed for you babe, just be strong to our babies okay, they need you so much, so mommy should be stronger than them" I smiled at what he said. "I will babe" I just kissed him smack then he hugged me again. "Doctor told me that you need to breast feed our babies" I smiled as I adjusted our baby boy. But before that, I was surprised when Zack himself took out my breast and then he sucked it, so I moaned, he sucked it and licked it.

"What do you mean by who is his mother? I am his mother and Jayden love is his father." Cynthia tittered. "Really? Jayden's is his father and you are the mother? Good. Let's prove it. Why don't you breastfeed him" "Breastfeed who? Jayden? Of course" "The baby" "Hell no! "Hell no? Hell no for breastfeeding you child? "No. Look, not that way. I've already breastfed him. He's filled already"

She permitted, walking around the baby cribs to keep herself busy, I dialled my husband’s number, waiting for him to pick up the call but I got no answer from him. “Dial my husband's number if yours isn't picking , one of them would surely pick, or what do you think? Well if they don’t pick this time, then we come up with the conclusion that they are both busy.” She sighed, but I could see the flicker of hope in her caribbean oceanic orbs, you should make these a bottle of breast milk when you are done, or if you are not feeling too tired, you can breastfeed them both in my opinion it is not time for them to use a bottle yet.” She pointed out, managing a vigorous nod, my eyes flickered back

looked like—wide-eyed, drooling, babbling away with dramatic little expressions, fierce in the most babyish way. After half a year of motherhood, Adora no longer felt any shyness about breastfeeding. Even on video, right in front of her husband, she calmly loosened her blouse and nursed their son.

No more pity for me. He just watched his wife breast feed their child. That's mine baby Hiro, e. But because I'm a good daddy, I'll share your mommy's breast first.

she said to her reflection. * * The nurse and the doctor walked in. The nurse was carrying the baby in her arms. “Ma’am Ivana, here is your child. You can start breastfeeding now so that you can bond,” the nurse advised as she handed her the child. The doctor scanned around and didn't spot what he was looking for, so he decided to inquire, “Where is your husband? I have some crucial information to share with you.” “My husband?” Ivana murmured. “You mean my husband was here?” Ivana asked perplexed.

Their resilience fills the air with hope and joy. In this moment of peace, Willa is asleep beside me. I take a brief pause before heading home to Will, who is eagerly awaiting our movie night. I watch my wife, her face serene yet slightly weary, and I can’t help but wish I could take away all her worries. She carries the weight of breastfeeding three newborns and pumping extra milk for Charlie, and it’s visibly taking a toll on her. I lean in and place a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent promise to support her through this journey, before leaving her side to check on the kids.

As she relaxed, she planted a kiss on her husband's lips and saw us looking at her puzzled. My friend's mom gave us a smile and spreading her arms towards us, she asked us to come over and we obliged. We went to her she gave us kisses and again resting her back on her husband's body she guided us to her leaky breasts. We happily took them into our mouth and started drinking milk again. This time her body was loose, relaxed. She was gentle with us now. While we were latched on, she was repeatedly kissing our foreheads and my friends father was caressing us. After 5 or 6 mins my friends father got up wrapped towel around his waist and went into bathroom. Now my friends mom was laying flat onto