Hot Lactating Stepmom Gives Milk To Young Stud

Title: Joy’s Lactating Indulgence

The house was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the AC unit and the soft, rhythmic sound of my mother’s breathing as she slept in the bedroom down the hall. I crept out of bed, my young, eager cock already stiffening in anticipation. My name is Mark, and I was about to cross a taboo line, one that would forever change how I saw my new stepmother, Joy.

At twenty-one, I was still aound the farm, nursing just as much as my three-month-old half-sister. My father had married Joy when I was eighteen, and although I had protested initially, calling her “mom” eventually came naturally. She was only eight years my senior, a voluptuous Latina beauty with big brown eyes and thick, wavy chestnut hair that fell to her cleavage. Since the wedding, I had caught myself staring at her more than once, my eyes fixated on her ample bosom and the way her jeans hugged her full buttocks.

As I approached her bedroom door, my heart raced with anticipation. The door creeked softly as I pushed it open, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. There she lay, bathed in the soft glow of a lamp, her perfect, tanned skin glistening. She was nude, her body sprawled across the bed like a fertility goddess. Her breasts were even more magnificent than I had imagined, round and full with dusky nipples straining against the fabric. As I watched, mesmerized by her beauty, her nipples began to leak milk, a few droplets sliding down the curve of her breast.

I must have made a noise, because her eyes fluttered open, widening as she saw me standing there, pants tented. “Mark?” she whispered, sitting up slightly. “What are you doing in here?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mom,” I stammered, my voice wavering. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful.”

She frowned, reaching for the sheets to cover herself, but I shook my head. “Please, don’t. Let me see you.”

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she let the sheets fall away, revealing her body in all its glory. My eyes trailed over her, lingering on her breasts, and I felt my cock throb in my pants. “Mom, your nipples… they’re leaking,” I breathed.

She blushed, looking away. “That’s why I’m up so much at night, milking,” she admitted. “To feed your sister.”

I walked closer, my eyes fixated on her chest. “I can help you with that,” I offered shyly.

Her eyes met mine, and I could see the question in them. But also, the interest. The desire. “What are you suggesting, Mark?” she asked, her voice low.

I reached out, touching her nipple with one finger. It twitched under my touch, a stream of milk flowing from it. “We can help each other,” I murmured. “Mom, I need this. I need you.”

Slowly, she leaned back, her breasts rising with the movement. “Then take it,” she breathed. “Take what you need.”

I needed no further invitation. I climbed onto the bed, straddling her, my pants straining against my throbbing erection. I leaned down, taking a nipple in my mouth, and she gasped, arching beneath me. The milk was sweet, creamy, and intoxicating, and I began to suckle earnestly, swallowing the warm liquid as it flowed.

She moaned, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair, holding me to her breast. “Oh god, Mark,” she panted. “That feels so good.”

I drank from her, each pull of my mouth sending heat straight to my groin. My cock was aching, straining against my pants, and I ground it against her thigh, desperate for friction. She must have sensed my need, because she reached down, fumbling with my zipper.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered. “I want to taste you too.”

I lifted my head from her breast, letting her push my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang free, long, hard, and dripping with pre-cum. She wrapped a hand around it, stroking gently, and I shuddered, lost in sensation.

She guided me up her body, and I braced myself above her, my cock nestled in the valley of her breasts. She squeezed them around me, surrounding me with warmth and softness, and I fucked into the cleft, groaning. It was exquisite, too good, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

“Mom,” I gasped. “I’m going to..”

“Come for me, baby,” she urged, pumping my shaft with her tits. “Come all over my chest.”

And I did, with a hoarse cry, my seed erupting from me, painting her skin and my mother’s chest in white. She milked me dry, squeezing out every last drop, and when I collapsed onto her, exhausted and spent, she cradled me against her.

“That was… incredible,” I panted.

She smiled, kissing the top of my head. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she said softly. “But we can’t let this happen again. It wasn’t right.”

I nodded, even as my heart sank. But I knew she was right. She was my mother, and what we had done was forbidden. But as I left her room, my pants once again in place, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. And a desire to do it again, maybe next time more than just a little taste, a little rub. Next time, I would take her completely, claim her, make her mine.