Why Dont You Suck Your Stepmom Big Boobs And Drink Milk While I Squeezing My Big Tits Suck My Nipples Too
The sultry Frenchwoman reclined on the plush sofa, her ample bosom heaving with each breath. “Come here mon chéri,” she purred, crooking a delicate finger. “It’s time for your very special milk feeding.”
You approached tentatively, unsure if this was truly happening. But the bulge in your pants and the growing tent in your boxers assured you this was no dream.
“On your knees, fils,” she commanded imperiously. “Suckle from Mommy’s big fat tits just like you did when you were a bébée.”
Obediently, you positioned yourself between her spread legs, palace of pleasure mere inches from your face. The siren scent of her arousal was intoxicating.
“Such a good boy, so cooperatif,” she cooed, guiding your head towards her trembling tit. “Put your lips around Mommy’s aching nipple and drink deep of my warm, nourishing milk.”
You obeyed instantly, latching on to the engorged bud. Instantly, hot nectar flooded your mouth. It was sweet and heady with a hint of saltiness. You sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“Oh yes, milord!” she cried, back arching off the sofa. “Such a thirsty boy, drinking Mommy dry! Don’t stop sucking until you’ve had your fill!”
Your mind reeled. This was your stepmother! Worse, she was your mother’s best friend! What would happen if they found out? But oh, that milk was delicious, creamy and filling. And the way her soft flesh bounced and quivered with each pull of your mouth, it was maddening. You couldn’t get enough.
As you suckled with abandon, her other hand reached out to grasp the back of your head, holding you in place. “That’s it, chéri,” she urged breathlessly. “Drink it all. Mommy’s nipples are your personal trough.”
You complied eagerly, feeling the tension rise with each drag. Your cock strained painfully in your jeans. Fumbling at your fly with one hand, you finally freed your pulsing shaft. It sprang out, dark purple and leaking heavily.
“Mmmm, such an impressive cock, mon amour,” your lactating stepmother murmured with pride. “Suck Mommy’s tits while you play with your beautiful big dick. I want to see you explode for Mommy!”
Hypnotized, you continued to drink her milk as your fist moved up and down your throbbing member. Molten pleasure raced up your spine. Pre-cum coated your strokes, easing the way. You were going to blow any second…
“Cum for me, fils!” Your stepmother demanded, pinching her nipple hard. “Shoot your hot load! I want to see it!”
With a whoop, you erupted, pearly seed splattering across the room. Rivulets ran down your shaft to drip on the floor. Orgasm after ecstatic orgasm crashed over you as you continued to suck greedily at her nipple.
Finally, spent, you collapsed against her chest, your head cushioned by her pillowy breasts. Vexternally, she stroked your hair with motherly affection. The panicked thoughts started crashing in – had she somehow drugged you? But no, you’d initiated this. Further, she was giving you what you craved. The taste of her milk was still on your tongue.
You knew your relationship had irrevocably changed. The lines had been crossed, boundaries shattered. You were no longer just a boy, but a man. And Gaia knew you’d be back for another milk feeding, and another. Because if this was wrong, then you wanted to be wrong forever…
