Feeding on Step-Mom’s Breast Milk

Lactating and squirting with step-son’s help. (erotica / 18+)

erotica / 18 + / adults only

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“Feeding on Step-Mother’s Breast Milk”

Andrea searched through the crowd of the fancy event, looking for her step — son. It was an Art Gala for high society, where everyone wore their best suits, dresses, and gowns. Now she was thankful she had dragged her step-son to this event. This was supposed to be a bonding moment between them, a chance to spend quality time together, now she gets to call in a huge favor.

Besides, her step-son had become a man at 20 years old, time to treat him like one.

She spotted him standing in front of a large sculpture, which would soon be auctioned off for charity.

“There you are,” Andrea said. “Something’s come up.”

“Are we leaving?”

“Just the opposite. I need your help.”

For a split second, Andrea noticed her step-son glance up and down, admiring her beauty. She had dressed for the occasion and knew she looked dazzling. Her hair was done, her earrings sparkled, and she wore a gorgeous blue dress which showed off her full chest.

Normally she’d feel dirty from her step-son’s wondrous gaze, but on a night like this, those desires could be useful.

“What is it?” Tyler asked.

“Remember when I introduced you to Zara? She’s the Persian woman. You shook her hand earlier.”

“The one making a big donation tonight, right? Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, she was breastfeeding outside and a security guard told her to stop. It’s ridiculous. So a group of us women are planning to show defiance. We’re going to…”

Her voice trailed off when the gravity of the situation hit, but her heart was strong and her resolve was unshaken. Yes, this would be a daunting task, but it was necessary to make social progress, and she’d already agreed with her friends to do this.

“You were saying?” he asked.

She snapped out of it. “Follow me.”

Andrea grabbed her step-son by the wrist and guided him out of the event, towards the outer hallway. She looked around for a quiet place and made a turn down the hall.

They were near an emergency exit which had total privacy. But they were close enough to the gala where they could still hear the lively conversations happening.

Andrea continued her point. “We’re showing our defiance by making a picture collage of our breasts and lactation. No names or faces. But it’ll be something meaningful to demonstrate that a woman’s breasts and her milk are powerful and marvelous.”

“Seems like a good idea.”

“But I need your help. I can still produce milk, but I need the right stimulation.”

“You still have milk?”

Andrea paused, then nodded. “If the glands are routinely stimulated, they can keep producing milk. My glands have remained stimulated after all these years because… well… they just have. I need your help, okay?”

On a rare night like this, Andrea was willing to forgo the traditional norms of a step-parent relationship. Plus her husband would flip out. It was worth the sacrifice of crossing boundaries with her step-son. Fighting for women’s rights meant everything. It was her life’s calling.

That’s why, in a simple motion, she pulled the left side of her dress to expose her pendulous breast. It was shaped like a globe with a large brown nipple pointing forward. She felt her big nipple growing hard from the exposure.

As expected, her step-son’s eyes were glued to her tit.

“Let’s be adults about this,” she said. “I need you to nurse. Get my milk flowing. Then after I take a picture of it, we’ll head back to the party. Okay?”

“Are you sure? You’ll probably regret this later.”

“Maybe you’re right, but I’ve already told my friends that I’m participating. So enjoy it while you can.”

There were a few seconds of awkwardness as Tyler froze. Under normal circumstances, when a woman like Andrea had a breast exposed and offered it for consumption, it would be devoured in an instant. But this was far from normal. In fact, it was extremely unusual.

Offering a guiding hand, she cupped the back of her step-son’s head and gave a gentle pull, letting Tyler know that it was okay to proceed. That this was for a good cause.

Her step-son’s mouth covered her nipple, engulfing it. Looking down at her chest, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. She saw Tyler’s lips wrapped fittingly around the tip of her breast.

When the first hard suckling occurred, she nearly lost her breath.

“God that feels nice,” Andrea sighed, before catching herself. “I mean, you’re doing a terrific job.”

“Mmm Hmmm…”

Tyler’s humming approval sent vibrations through her nipple and chest. There was no denying it, her pussy turned wet. As she was being nursed by her step-son, her worst fear came true.

Andrea’s pair of big nipples had been an incredible erogenous zone all her life. They were the most sensitive parts of her body aside from her clitoris. Pinching, pulling, and sucking on her nipples often turned her into a borderline nymphomaniac. If done correctly, it could even give her an orgasm or two.

She hadn’t anticipated that the added mental stimulation of Tyler sucking on her tit would have a serious reaction on her senses. She watched her step-son’s mouth. Her nipple stretched. She savored the feeling of her milk flowing into him. She watched her step-son gulp down every drop of milk. Did he like the taste? She wondered.

At this point, she knew she should have stopped. Her milk was flowing and she could take the picture she needed. However, women’s rights were pushed to the back of her mind. At the forefront was the ravenous sensation between her legs.

“This feels so natural, doesn’t it?” she asked.

Tyler spit the nipple out. “It does feel natural. I’m glad we’re doing something for such a great cause.”

Her step-son’s eyes were so innocent and pure. The lips were laced in her white milk. She was so happy that her step-son enjoyed the taste. But her maternal side wanted to stop this.

“Tyler, I think we have enough… ohh!!”

While trying to stop, Tyler went back to work and continued sucking. Her body froze and all she could do was watch helplessly and her step-son sucked even harder, stretching her big nipple with powerful sucks.

Tyler released the nipple. “We have to do the other nipple also. I know that breasts can feel uneven if one is drained and the other isn’t.”

Her step-son pulled on the right side of her dress, exposing her fresh breast, and he sucked on it. The same feelings of naughty pleasure returned to Andrea as milk flowed out of her right breast, and into her step-son’s mouth.

She tried to rationalize this in her mind. This was nature’s gift. It was how nature worked, after all.

At the same time, she knew this had turned wildly inappropriate long ago. They’d already crossed that line and she looked down and saw a huge bulge.

Andrea reached below and squeezed the front of Tyler’s pants, feeling a healthy-sized erection. Tyler didn’t flinch from the squeeze, surely he was enjoying it.

“There’s another way you can help me,” she whispered, struggling with her emotions as her body pressed against the wall.

“Yes? Anything.”

The sight of her step-son’s eager eyes and milk-covered lips was almost too much to bear. This had never been a fantasy of Andrea’s, but now it was the ultimate rush.

“Will you fuck me?” she whispered, looking Tyler in the eyes. “Lift my dress and I’ll wrap a leg around you. You have no idea what you just did to my nipples. I’m an emotional wreck.”

“You need it that badly from breastfeeding?”

“I’ll explain later, but I can’t go back to the gala like this. Not when I’m standing on wobbly legs.”

Andrea saw the perplexed emotions in her step-son’s eyes. She could understand Tyler’s confusion over her need for an immediate fucking at the moment. This was unusual by any standard. But then again, men have no idea what it’s like to have nipples as sensitive as hers. Especially in their milky, swollen state.

Tyler nodded. “Okay… ummm… only if it’s an emergency. How do you want me to start?”

In a weird way, Andrea loved that her step-son was still shy about this, and that he was such a gentleman about it. She would be disappointed if her step-son had just rammed his cock up her pussy. It would have meant that Tyler was a world-class pervert, instead of a young man willing to help his step-mother in an hour of need.

Andrea reached down and pulled her panties off so that it fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them, picked them up, and put it inside her step-son’s pocket as a souvenir and ‘thank you’ for all this.

She did the rest of the work, using one hand to hold Tyler in place, and her other hand to reach down to unzip his pants (the new pants that she had bought him for this very event). Their eyes were locked, just inches apart, and she dug her fingers inside her step-son’s open zipper and fished out his dick.

Having a cock in her hand was always a pleasant feeling. She loved feeling a man’s penis, whether hard or soft. But to hold Tyler’s? It made her pussy ache and her clitoris throb.

“You’re so hard,” she said, using her thumb to rub the smooth head. “We have to make this quick, okay? Then I’ll take a picture of my milky nipples and we’ll go back to the gala.”

He smiled. “Sounds like a plan. It’s all for a great cause, and honestly, this is a dream come true.”

Those words should have stopped any sane step-mother in her tracks, but in her current state, it was only an added stimulation. They’d need to have a long, long talk later, she thought.

She wrapped a leg around her step-son’s lower backside. Years of advanced yoga classes had paid off. Reaching down, she guided Tyler’s hard penis to her wet, needy pussy. She gasped when she rubbed her step-son’s tip between her labia, then pressed it into her flesh.

Tyler did the rest, giving a short thrust, which took her breath away. Her eyes widened as Tyler thrust again, entering her pussy with relative ease thanks to her arousal and natural wetness. They breathed heavily as they started to fuck. Andrea wondered what she must have looked like at this very moment. She wondered what a neutral observer would think upon seeing this.

With the top of her expensive dress opened to bare her breasts, combined with her dolled up appearance, she was certain she looked like a thousand dollar escort in this compromising pose. Not to mention her leg wrapped around a young man who was half her age, thrusting into her pussy.

This was also her first foray into public sex and being caught would destroy her hard-earned public reputation. She’d certainly be ruined in her social circle. She wondered how many people in the gala knew that Tyler was her step-son. She wondered how fast the news would spread if she was caught. Would anyone even believe that she was capable of public sex at the side of a gala? Would anyone believe that she fucks her step-son?

For better or worse, those thoughts made her hornier.

“Suck on my tits while you fuck me,” she whispered in a low voice. “I’ll… I’ll tell you everything… oh god…”

She looked into her step-son’s eyes as he thrust deep. She watched Tyler’s lips wrap around her left nipple to suck more milk out of it, then she watched her step-son repeat the process with her other breast. Draining every last drop out of her. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Fucking while getting her tits drained was Andrea’s emotional and physical weakness. She was a sexual train wreck while pressed against the wall.

Andrea moaned, “I never stopped producing milk. I never wanted to stop. Oh god… I kept my glands going. Yes, fuck me, Tyler… like that… Yes, I kept my milk going. I sucked my own breasts late at night while I masturbated. I sucked on each nipple and fingered myself. It was my stress reliever… oh god… while you were in your room. You had no idea… that… oh god… my nipples were inside my mouth.”

She looked down and saw the surreal lust in his eyes. It seemed that her step-son had shared the same fetish for lactating breasts along with the sweet flavor of a woman’s milk. She should have known, since her step-son had an obvious interest in large breasted women (including her own pair).

The thrusts came harder and faster. Tyler sucked each tit so hard that her nipples were pulled far into his mouth.

Andrea continued, “I never intended for us to fuck. I should have known this would happen. I let my past lovers suck on my tits before sex… or during… oh god… and it would always make me squirt so hard.”

Her step-son’s eyes lit up and he spit the nipple out.

“You can squirt?” he asked, before going back to thrusting his cock and mauling each of step-mother’s breasts with his hands and mouth.

“Oh yes, I can squirt. I can milk and I can squirt. If you keep this up… oh god… I’ll cum all over the floor.”

That was it. Tyler went into a frenzy and ravished her pussy. At the same time, he mauled her tits even harder and more ferociously.

On perfect cue, Tyler covered her mouth as she screamed, muffling the sound. Andrea cried to heaven as she came, and thanks to her step-son’s hand, no one at the gala would hear the echo coming from the hallway where they did it. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled into her open-toe heels.

The sound of her squirt leaking onto the tile floor reverberated down the hall. It was a beautiful sound in its own erotic way. Her step-son held onto her for about a minute while she recovered from her daze. Then he pulled out, with his cock flaccid, dripping in their cum.

Andrea looked down. Her step-son’s penis was soft, hanging, and delicious. Tyler’s pants were stained with fluids. Her pussy had their orgasmic mixture leaking from it. As for the floor? The custodian had extra work that night.

“Hold on,” she said in a low voice.

She reached in her purse to grab her phone. Then she took a selfie shot of her left breast, then right breast, then both breasts together. Nothing with her face. She reviewed the pictures to see saliva-covered hard nipples with milk still leaking from the tips.

An internal debate raged as to whether she should still participate in this picture collage or not. Her wet nipples looked bigger than ever in their current state and the images were downright pornographic. They were obscene and blatantly sexual.

But as a devoted feminist, she had a duty to uphold. Fighting for women’s rights was her main goal, not fucking her step-son (though they both felt equally satisfying). She texted the pictures to her friend who was organizing this protest and she put her phone away. A friend who’ll never be informed about this taboo sexual experience which just happened. How and why Andrea’s nipples achieved this spellbinding look is no one’s business.

“The bathrooms are down the hall,” she said, wiping the milk from her tits and pulling her dress up. “Let’s get cleaned up for the gala.”

Tyler zipped his pants. “I have a huge wet stain. People will think I pissed my pants.”

“Too bad. It was worth having my milk and pussy, wasn’t it?”

“You’re right.”

“Oh, and Tyler?”

“Yes?” he asked.

“Please don’t tell your father about this. Or anyone.”

“Not a million years. No one would believe me, anyway.”

He smiled and kissed her breasts, then her chin, then her lips.

Andrea rushed to the ladies room with cum and squirt running down her legs. Her heels making loud clicking noises. Each step she took caused her dress to brush tightly against her chest. Her nipples felt like heaven. Her pussy felt stretched. She hoped her social circle would appreciate the sacrifices she had to make.

The End

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