Drinking Mommy's Milk (Pseudo Taboo Incest Lactation Mommy Erotica) - Pseudo Taboo Incest Lactation Mommy Erotica

Leon’s stepmother was eight months pregnant with his child. Their love of lactating sex still made their sex hot beyond belief.

Tanya, Beth’s hot stepdaughter from her first marriage, had moved in to help. It turned out she wanted a baby of her own. Beth wanted Leon to father her baby, too. Could they seduce the young woman? Would she love her mother’s milk as much as he did?

Sequel to Milking My Mom

WARNING: This erotic short story is for ADULTS ONLY and contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse between a young man, his stepmother, and her stepdaughter from a previous marriage. All characters are over the age of eighteen and are not related by blood.

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EXCERPT:

Tanya came in, put some bottles of breast milk that Beth had brought with them into the refrigerator, and sat at the table as soon as she finished getting Mandy set up in the crib by the couch. Leon handed her a cup of tea. “Let me know if it’s too sweet.”

She took a sip and shook her head. “It’s perfect. Thanks.”

“So, are you enjoying your stay?”

The brunette nodded. “I am. Mandy is so cute and I haven’t been able to spend this much time with Mom in years.” She looked at her stepmother’s back. “Can I ask you a question? Doesn’t it feel kinda weird to be having sex with your stepmother?”

From anyone else, he might have been defensive, but she was family, too. She had a right to ask. “Not really. It actually makes things a little hotter. Besides, I love her.”

“And I love him,” Beth added. She set the food on the table. “I’m having his baby. That makes things even hotter.”

“I wish I had a baby,” Tanya grumbled.

“You’re too young to be having a baby. Give it some time and find the right man to settle down with first. Finish college and get a good job.”

Tanya raised an eyebrow and pointed at Leon. “Hello? He’s a year younger than me.”

She did have a point, but that didn’t faze Beth at all. “And he’s going to be married in a few weeks. Who’ll help you out?

“I’m a big girl. I’ll figure things out. Say, since we’re on the subject of making things work; I’ve been meaning to ask why you brought along all the bottles of milk you pumped. That made the bag really heavy and you’re going to be here to feed her.”

Beth gave him a glance, her eyes twinkling, before she responded to Tanya’s question. “Let’s just say that I’ll need the extra tonight.”

Tanya frowned in thought for a moment before her eyes widened. “You use your… During sex? Ewww!”

Leon laughed and brought the plates to the table and started serving the food. “That does add a whole new flavor to our sex lives. In fact, it’s how we ended up together, so it means a lot to me.”

Beth sat down beside her stepdaughter. “I got stuck up here one night last winter without a pump, and Leon…helped me out.”

“But it’s breast milk.”

“So?” Beth asked. “Cow’s milk is breast milk, just from a cow. Besides, it tastes fine. You can have some if you like.”

“That would be kinda weird.”

Beth stood up, walked over to the fridge, and pulled out one of the bottles. She opened the top and set it down in front of Tanya. “Try it.”

Tanya hesitantly picked it up and took a sip. She looked surprised. “This is actually pretty good.”

“It’s better straight from the tap,” Leon added.

His stepsister blushed. “I’m sure it is, but that would be even weirder.”

“Why? It’s natural. Trust me, you won’t taste anything better.”

Clark was running late and his stepdaughter would be over with her baby soon. He rushed his shower and then walked out in his boxers to start dinner.

Only she was already there and nursing her baby. The sight her breastfeeding seriously turned him on. He made it into the kitchen before she saw his erection, but could he escape before she found out? What would she do if she caught him?

WARNING: This erotic story is for ADULTS ONLY and contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse between a man and his stepdaughter. Contains lactation sex. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

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EXCERPT:

He brushed his hair and slid on a fresh pair of boxers. He could save a little time by starting the water boiling for the pasta before he finished dressing.

Clark was halfway through the living room when he noticed he wasn’t alone. He froze and stared at Rachel, who was sitting on his couch breastfeeding little Amy while scrolling through something on her iPhone.

Her smile widened as she gave him a once over while he tried not to stare at her open blouse or the baby’s lips wrapped around her nipple. If she was embarrassed, she didn’t show it. He, however, started blushing almost immediately.

Her eyes twinkled merrily. “My, oh my, Daddy. You’ve been working out.” She snapped a quick picture before he could come to his senses and run for the bedroom. “We’ll need to put that up on Facebook.” His eyes kept darting down to the tanned expanse of skin on her chest and the swell of her breasts.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be here so early. I just came out to get the water boiling. You’re not really going to put that online, are you?” He didn’t know much about computers, so she took it on herself to make him a Facebook page. That meant she might not have been making an idle threat.

“Maybe. It’s not as if you’re really naked or anything…just mostly. Think of it like being in swimming trunks.”

“That makes it so much better.”

“You’ll have better luck meeting women if you show them that hot bod.” She pulled Amy away from her breast and covered her nipple with a pad.

For a few glorious moments, he saw her pretty nub with milk beading on the tip. He turned for the kitchen while she set the baby into the playpen beside the sofa. He didn’t want her to see his cock stiffening. In boxers, the damned thing would probably pop out the front.

She followed him into the kitchen after a few moments. He saw that she’d buttoned her blouse, coving the source of his lust. He also saw the flash when she took a picture of him from behind.

“Seriously?” He shook his head and turned he heat up on the water. He didn’t turn around because he needed a few minutes for his growing erection to subside.

“Why not? You’re a hot guy. You deserve to have women fighting over you like a designer dress in a bargain basement sale.”

He laughed. “That sounds dangerous.”

“It can be. You really should date more often. It’s too empty around here.”

“Who has time? I work 80 plus hours a week in the construction business. When you’re the boss, you work harder than anyone else.”

Rachel leaned up against the counter. “You can find time. You just need the right incentive: a hot babe that wants to see what you’ve got under those shorts. If you let me post these, you’ll get that.”

He tried to figure out how he could get out of the kitchen when he couldn’t even turn around. She showed no sign of moving and he was out of things to do.

“You need some help over there?” she asked peering over his shoulder.

He jumped a little. He’d been thinking so hard he hadn’t heard her slip up behind him. “Ahh…”

Rachel frowned at the water. “You’ve been standing here waiting for the water to boil?” Her eyes widened as she looked lower just before he turned his body. She ducked around him and took a good look at his front before he could turn back.

“You’ve got a hard on!” Her tone was a mixture of amusement and accusation. “You got turned on by seeing me breastfeed Amy!” She laughed.

At least she didn’t take a picture.

When Chloe asks her former step-father to be a sperm donor for her and her infertile husband, will she get what she wants with minimal trouble or far more than she even knew she desired?

Warning: This erotic 3400-word story contains explicit depictions of sex acts between consenting adults, including hand jobs, rough sex, and spanking.

The instant Stepmommy comes home her breasts, brimming with milk, captures all of Bobby's attention. He can't hold his desire to have her chest in his face any longer, and neither can she stand having all this milk and no outlet of release! Before he knows it, Mommy's grinding Bobby on his lap and shoving her ample bosom into his face! Bobby's mission is clear and he'll stop at nothing to satisfy!

[WARNING: This 2000 word story contains explicit scenes, graphic language, lactation, breastmilk, breast play, pseudo incest, stepmother/son action, hot sex and loads more! Adults only.]

Excerpt:

Rather than keep our voices down, Stepmommy knew she had to do something to help him sleep. No one can stop her screams of pleasure when we're into it. No one. Especially after all those screaming orgasms I keep giving her.
"A quickie before dinner?" I ask, flashing her my best puppy-dog eyes.
She nods, shaking off her jacket and raising her arms.
I tug her shirt off, exposing her black lacy bra to my ravenous eyes.
"Stepmommy… c-can I?" I stammer, taking all of my self-control to resist throwing myself at her oversized melons.
"Yes my dear Bobby. How else am I going to get my ducts unclogged?"

After his first encounter with his stepmother when he comes home from college, Jared doesn't know what to expect- but she knows exactly what she wants. When she cooks breakfast for him nearly nude, it won't be long before things get heated. Especially when she's conveniently forgotten to supply any kind of drink... Except her own.

Warning: this 3200 word erotic short story contains stepmother-son pseudo-incest, lactation, milking, nursing, and explicit sex.

Excerpt for adults only:

He pushed himself out of bed. There was a moment of disorientation as he stood- had this room always been so small? But then he pulled a loose t-shirt out of his dresser to go with his pajama pants, and made his way out into the hall. The smell of pancakes grew ever stronger as he got close to the kitchen. There was something sweet mixed in with it. Blueberries, maybe, and syrup.

He got as far as the doorframe and stopped. Sunlight poured in through the windows, a stack of pancakes sat high and fluffy on the table, and there was his stepmother. She was humming to herself as she poked at a pancake in the pan, her back to him. She was half-bent over the stove.

She was wearing an apron, and that was all.

Jared caught his breath. The little bow of the ties sat above the plump curve of her ass like a ribbon on a package, and the frilly little novelty apron strained against the enormous, milk-swollen shape of her breasts. Jared tried to say good morning and it came out more like guh.

His stepmother turned to face him with a sunny smile and a spatula in hand. “Good morning!”

When Jared's father comes back from his business trip, his stepmother seems determined to carry on her seduction right under his nose. After a few close calls, she shows no sign of giving up. Can Jared resist her charms, or will he give in to the sweet lure of her milk- and her body?

Warning: this 3300 word erotic short story contains lactation, stepmother-stepson pseudo-incest, breastfeeding, masturbation, explicit sex, and more!

Excerpt for adults only:

His stepmother made macaroni and cheese for dinner. On account of how it was Jared’s favorite, she said- or, at least, it had been when he was ten. The three of them sat down together to eat their meal like a family. His stepmother beamed at him as he ate his macaroni, and when he went to wash it down with a glass of milk, it only had to touch the tip of his tongue before he nearly choked on it. Her gaze went half-lidded and knowing.

The milk was sweet and thick. Not cow’s milk at all- it was hers. Jared felt his cock twitch in his jeans and swallowed quickly, trying not to taste it. Trying not to linger on it. It would only drive him crazy.

“Do you like it?” His stepmother asked, all at once innocent and not innocent in the least. Jared made an undignified sort of squeaking sound.

“I, uh- what?”

“That macaroni and cheese. Do you like it?” She propped her chin on her hand and leaned forward. It made her enormous, milk-swollen breasts come to rest on the table, soft against the wood even within the confines of her clothes.

He tried not to look. The blouse she was wearing was an old one, from before her pregnancy. Now it stretched and strained across her chest as if threatening to pop a button or three. It was already half-undone in deference to its ample contents. Jared swallowed hard; he could see the shape of one hard nipple through the fabric.

“I made it just for you. I remember how you used to like it. It’s so nice to have you home, honey.” His stepmother turned to his father. “Isn’t it nice to have him home?”

Grace, a secretary to a widowed executive, meets his son Dillon when she is the only one that remembers his 14th birthday. The innocent connection they make that night not only bonds the two together, but leads to her marriage to Dillon’s father years later. But when her new husband fails to give her what she needs emotionally and sexually, she falls prey to the skillful seduction of her now strikingly good looking 18-year-old son and his 8 inch boy meat. Together they explore secret lustful desires that both unknowingly share but neither can escape.

5,500 words

*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for the sole purpose of extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.

Excerpt:
“Make love to me,” Grace begged. “Show me how much you love me.”

Dillon's heart pumped with lust. Unable to stop himself any longer he slid his hands down the back of Grace's long body and held her incredibly toned hips. Lifting her as easily as a doll, Dillon rested her back onto the wall and pinned her there with his manly body.

Grace wrapped her arms around her boy's shoulders and sunk her tongue even deeper into Dillon's mouth. When she felt her boy's large cock sit on the edge of her swollen lips, time slowed down. Grace wanted to remember every moment and feel every sensation. And when her son's large head pushed through her delicate opening, her heart opened up and swallowed him.

“Ahhh!” Grace screamed.

Dillon's cock was powerful as it pushed into her.

“Ahhh!” she screamed again.

Mommy, pseudo-incest, Stepmother, stepson, hardcore, porn, may/December, incest, eroticaGrace, a secretary to a widowed executive, meets his son Dillon when she is the only one that remembers his 14th birthday. The innocent connection they make that night not only bonds the two together, but leads to her marriage to Dillon’s father years later. But when her new husband fails to give her what she needs emotionally and sexually, she falls prey to the skillful seduction of her now strikingly good looking 18-year-old son and his 8 inch boy meat. Together they explore secret lustful desires that both unknowingly share but neither can escape.

5,500 words

*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for the sole purpose of extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.

Excerpt:
“Make love to me,” Grace begged. “Show me how much you love me.”

Dillon's heart pumped with lust. Unable to stop himself any longer he slid his hands down the back of Grace's long body and held her incredibly toned hips. Lifting her as easily as a doll, Dillon rested her back onto the wall and pinned her there with his manly body.

Grace wrapped her arms around her boy's shoulders and sunk her tongue even deeper into Dillon's mouth. When she felt her boy's large cock sit on the edge of her swollen lips, time slowed down. Grace wanted to remember every moment and feel every sensation. And when her son's large head pushed through her delicate opening, her heart opened up and swallowed him.

“Ahhh!” Grace screamed.

Dillon's cock was powerful as it pushed into her.

“Ahhh!” she screamed again.

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