Not Momma’s Milk Makes It All Better

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Not Momma’s Milk Makes It All BetterMy blouse fell away from my body, allowing the warm air of the living room to fall on my back and shoulders, covered only by my bra. I watched as M0mma lifted her shirt and exposed her engorged breast, the pink nipple already trickling with dots of white milk. I wanted to take my bra off too, to feel skin against skin, but wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that. I slid down against her body nearly entranced by the sight of it beckoning me to nurse. Crumpling under the weight of the stress I felt, I fell into the warmth of her breasts, my mouth hanging open, her nipple filling it as I let my tongue caress her light colored areola. I’m sure some memory of suckling at her when I was a baby was buried in my subconscious. But, this felt like a first. The first sight of her voluptuous chest, the first touch of her soft warm nipple, the first taste of her sweet milk. I licked at her and let the initial flavor coat my tongue. She gasped slightly as I massaged her nipple with my tongue, then took it between my lips and sucked lightly, the milk coming out easily. I wanted her to enjoy it and didn’t think of it as a sexual thing at first. She cradled my head as I began to suck, her huge boob laying against half my face as she embraced me. It was so soothing, so comforting that I felt the anxiety begin to drain out of me, washed clean by the steady flow of sweet warm nourishment bubbling out of her large nipple into my mouth. The stream was strong and filled my mouth easily when I sucked even a little. I brought my hand up to my face, cupping my fingers around her boob and squeezing slightly to aid the outpouring as I nursed.M0mma rubbed my back gently and said sweet things to me as she breast fed me. “There’s my sweet girl. Everything is going to be ok, you’ll see. You just drink as long as gümüşhane escort you need to.” She pulled the nursing blanket she used to swaddled my baby sister up over my shoulders and caressed me through it. I lay quietly, sucking the milk, enjoying the sweet flavor filling my mouth, then swallowing as I sucked more in. She breathed softly, with little jumps every now and then when I extended my tongue out a bit and licked around her boob. It felt so wonderful to be cradled like that by her. I wanted to return the favor by making her feel good in the process. I figured she liked having her nipple sucked.A few minutes before, I was up in my room freaking the fuck out to the point of crying with all the school and work stress, along with our family drama. For about a week now I’ve been fixated on the idea that it would help me so much if she would let me nurse for a while. I’ve seen her breastfeeding my sister, watching her fall asleep and envying the closeness and comfort it produced. This afternoon, when I felt like I was having a panic attack I came down distraught and crying. She held me on the couch for a minute and was so sweet and gentle. As I lay against her chest, I noticed a little spot on her t-shirt at her nipple. Without even thinking, I let my mouth rest against it and sucked gently, pulling the small amount of milk through the fabric and onto my tongue. It felt so good I started to drift towards a dreamy stupor.In a soft voice, she asked me, “Would you like to nuzzle at mama’s breast, baby? Would that make you feel better?” It was all I could think about. I sat up nodding with tears still on my cheeks as she lifted her top. I pulled at the buttons down my front and discarded my shirt and laid against her. That was almost ten minutes ago. I was still drinking sweet milk from her breast and escort gümüşhane feeling like I was floating in a bubble of calm comfort, completely inside a world of my own sensual thoughts with my mother’s body as the container. I became aware that my pussy was wet, an insistent throbbing pulsing with a sort of “bump bump” in my panties. Without even thinking about it, I slipped one hand down between my legs and began to rub myself over my shorts. I’ve never had sexual feelings for my mom, and I’m not sure that’s what this was. But, the connection and intense amount of comfort coming through her body made me drunk with the desire to touch myself, which I do a lot when I’m stressed out. The compulsion was irresistible.If she noticed, she did not respond, at least not at first. The combination of sucking her nipple, swallowing her milk, feeling her soft flesh on my face and upper body, and my own caressing of my vagina was transcendent. I rubbed myself like that for a few minutes, then without breaking off of M0mma’s breast, I slipped my shorts down my thigh and kicked them to the end of the sofa. Without saying anything, M0mma lifted the other side of her shirt to expose the other breast. I sat up to shift and she silently unclasped my bra, pulling it off. My small titties bounced free and I lay down again, across her tummy, skin to skin in only my panties. Taking her other nipple in my mouth, I played with the first one between my fingertips. She moaned softly, enjoying it. The second nipple seemed to explode in my mouth like a water fountain. Warm milk spilled out of it, dribbling onto my chin. I didn’t care. My hand found its way between my legs again, but the angle was awkward. I rubbed with the flat of my hand, then tried to diddle my clit a little, but I kept shifting my hips to try to reach at gümüşhane escort bayan the weird angle.”I’ll take care of it for you, baby,” M0mma whispered. I was shocked to feel her hand gliding up the inside of my thigh until she found my panties. She lifted the waist and slipped her fingers under the elastic, exploring my vagina with her fingertips. It was heavenly. My arms fell limp as she began to skillfully massage my clit, fingering it nimbly under the loving touch of her experienced hands. She dipped down inside me to bring a fingerful of lube up over my labia and rubbed gently, right to one side of the clitoral hood. I sucked vigorously as she masturbated me. “Is that making it all better, my sweet girl?” She asked me. I only sighed in return, pressing her breast to squeeze more milk out into my mouth. it didn’t take long for the first orgasm to build in between my hips. I tried to lay still and just let her make me cum, but the waves were too intense and I found myself bouncing under her relentless rubbing, moaning with my mouth full of her nipple. It was unlike any orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I absolutely loved it. She continued to caress my vagina with her hand until the endorphins were flowing through me, calming me even further. I suckled a bit more and felt myself drifting off to sleep.Suddenly her voice said, “We’d better put you back together, darling. Dad could be home any minute.” I sleepily sat up as she dressed me in only my bra and shorts. Then fell back in her lap.”Please just a few minutes more?” I pleaded.”OK, but just a few,” she answered. I nuzzled and sucked less than a minute when the garage door opened.”There he is, time to get some dinner. You go up and lay down and I’ll let you know when there’s some hot food ready for you.” She sat me up and wiped the white milk from my chin with the blanket. I watched her pull the shirt back down over her breasts with a palpable longing. She got up and left me alone on the couch feeling both full and achy for more. I was already thinking about asking her if she could tuck me into my bed like that later.

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