Of Adult Breastfeeding Mga Nobela at Kwento

Estelle gently ran her fingers through her Mom’s hair. Hearing that, Aurora couldn’t help smiling. “By the way, I just remembered something that I forgot to remind you of yesterday. You’d better breastfeed the baby. And don’t eat snacks or unhealthy food anymore, got it? Eating them during the lactation period is not good for the baby’s health.” “Got it.” Estelle smiled and nodded.

Cace starts shifting around and if the heavy feeling in my breasts is any indication, it's time to feed. Before I even have to ask, Rowen is up and out of bed, crossing the room to pick up our son. "Good morning, mo mhac. Are you ready for some lunch? Mam's got your milk all ready for you." I smile at their one-sided conversations while I situate myself in bed, unclipping my nursing bra. Whoever thought to put clasps at the top of bra cups should win an award. It makes things so much easier. Handing him to me, Rowen gives me a quick peck on the lips followed by a quick peck on the top of my breast. "Enjoy those while you can, little man. I'm taking them back in about nine months."

I think I'm going crazy, pain is now becoming pleasure to me. Before I knew it, he started sucking one of my br**sts while he was squeezing the other one. What! He's sucking my br**st. Is he a baby? Do adults suck breasts? I was confused but he shouldn't even touch my br**st talkmore of sucking it. “Mr… Green… you are sucking… my br**st…. are … you a baby?" My words weren't coherent. I was being washed away by waves of pleasure I should push him away but here I am enjoying the way he was sucking my br**st. I felt like he shouldn't stop at all.

Clair added, before closing the door behind them. As soon as we were alone, I unbuttoned the front of my hospital gown. I've been briefed by my nurse days before on how to go about breastfeeding and I hope I will be successful on my first try. I tilted my head up to look at my boys, and it didn't escape my sight when Aaron's eyes swirled full black while he gazed at my breasts. "Stop, Aaron... It's not yours anymore." I was joking, of course. "Don't we have any other options?" He was gritting his teeth as he handed Austin to me. I just smiled at him and shook my head. I wanted to breastfeed Austin.

Porishma wiped her face and looked directly at Shakti, who was giving her full attention. "Mompi couldn’t breastfeed him after the first week of delivery. She was weak, very weak. Ansh was always crying for his mother’s warmth and milk. My one-week-old baby was crying for his mother’s milk. Mompi cried for her son because she couldn’t breastfeed him. I couldn’t watch them suffer, so I put honey on my breasts and let him suckle. He hungrily sucked and was satisfied, always falling asleep in my arms while holding my breast," Porishma said, crying and chuckling as she remembered the moment.

Ethan's hand began to be irregular, "How about it? Do you have one? If you don't, don't worry. I'll find someone to feed him." "No! No way! Breastfeeding is the most direct way to foster maternal and child intimacy." She lost her son in her previous life. In this life, God has pity on her. The child was born healthily. Anyway, she has to maintain a good parent-child relationship. "Then, do you have it?" "It's going up a bit. It seems to have..." Kim is embarrassed to death by his stare. Rudely, she pushed him away and said to the nurse, "Give him to me."