Milking My Mom, Breeding My Sister - An Erotic Story (Lactating - Breastfeeding - Breeding Fantasies)

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.

Willie's mother has a habit of taking off for a while, leaving Willie to pick up the pieces. The last time, she was afraid and vulnerable. This time, though, Willie knows just what to do, and she's ready and willing to comfort her heartbroken stepdad.

This 4000 wd. short story contains one sexy older man and one loving step-daughter engaged in oral, anal, and digital sex. All characters depicted are of legal age. No blood relation intended. For adults only.

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 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.

One girl, four older guys...

Abby hasn't had a good lay since college finished. That's why she keeps eyeing John, her stepfather's friend with the strong arms, as she roadtrips with her stepfather and his friends. 

But it turns out that it's her stepfather, Ralph, who's the alpha of this pack of werewolves. They brought her along with them for one reason: breeding.

Warning: this 3383 word story contains a hot and graphic gang bang between a woman, her werewolf stepfather, and his three werewolf friends. It also contains double penetration, oral sex, and breeding. For mature readers only. 

Jeff bails his step daughter, Tessa, out from a sticky situation - one that her mother would be furious over if she ever found out. To make matters worse, Tessa's boyfriend left her after she declared her intent to have kids. Jeff finds himself on a long drive home with Tessa, and has a hot and sweaty solution to both of Tessa's problems.

This story is intended for mature audiences only, and features scenes of reluctant sex, a step father/step daughter 69, and impregnation, and is 5500 words in length.

Excerpt:

Tessa’s eyes blinked open slowly, reflecting the glow of the sign from beyond the window. She jumped a bit as she saw Jeff towering above her bed, springs squeaking beneath her. Her eyes glanced down and widened as she saw where his hand lay.

“Daddy?” she asked. Jeff caressed her breast, then slid to his knees and leaned over, taking the hardened nipple into his mouth. Tessa gasped, writhing as her step father flicked his tongue across the nub in his mouth. Her hands came up to push at his shoulder, but without much force. “Oh my god, daddy, what are you doing?”

With a pang of regret, Jeff pulled his mouth from her breast. “I found a solution to your problem,” he said gently. His rubbed slow and lazy circles on her taught stomach, reveling in the heat of the hot young body beneath his touch. His hand drifted south, beneath her navel and towards her shaved mound. “You don’t want me to tell your mother, right?”

Sarah had been there for Calvin when he really needed her, taking care of his son after his wife died. She’d done everything he’d needed to keep his sanity and a roof over his family’s head.

Now she wanted his help. She wanted to catch the attention of the guy she wanted to give her cherry to. When things heated up between them, could he keep himself from going too far? Did he want to?

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EXCERPT:

“There’s this guy I’m really interested in going all the way with, but he doesn’t know I exist. You know, in a sexual way. This is going to be my first time and I want to make it perfect. How do I get his attention?”

He froze, his beer halfway to his mouth. The mental image of her naked and moaning while having sex shot through his head and the notion of her being a virgin made his cock begin to swell. He took a slug of his beer to hide his inappropriate reaction.

“Talk to him. Get to know him. Flirt with him. Maybe wear a low-cut blouse. He’ll notice you.”

She got a disgusted look on her face. “Not so you’d notice. I’ve done all those things, and he just thinks we’re friends.”

“Is he seeing anyone?”

Sarah shook her head. “No.”

“Then make him notice you. A guy can’t ignore a pretty girl that is interested in him.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Her expression perked up.

He took a deep drink of his beer, suppressing the urge to sigh. How could she not see how beautiful she was? “Sarah, you’ve blossomed into a gorgeous, sexy woman. You are cover girl material.”

“Cover girl or centerfold?” Her eyes dipped to his lap, where he saw the bulge in his pants hadn’t gone away.

“Sorry.” He blushed a little. “You’re a hot young woman and I’m not immune to your charms.”

“You aren’t?” she murmured. “What part of my body do you like best?”

“Ahh… That’s a loaded question. Why don’t we get back toward getting your guy friend to notice you?”

She assumed an expression of rapt attention. “Please go on, Professor. How do I seduce him? Maybe with an unexpected touch?” She reached out and put her hand on his arm.

His heart jumped in his chest. “What are you doing?”

Sarah ignored his question. “Maybe I need something with a little more contact.” She stood directly in front of him, took the beer bottle from his suddenly nerveless fingers, and set both of them down on the end table. With exaggerated slowness, she planted her knees to either side of him and sat on his lap.

His throat felt as dry as the Sahara. “We need to stop this.”

The heat of her body burned him through their jeans. He wanted to be firmer, to move her off his lap, but his hands seemed frozen at his sides. “You don’t seem to need much instruction on seducing men.”

Sarah leaned forward until her nose touched his. “I’m doing what I’ve seen other girls do. I’ve never done more than just kiss. Your aftershave smells terrific.”

She lowered her face to his neck and took a deep breath. “Wow, it makes me feel like I’m melting inside. Must be those pheromones I’ve heard about. Good stuff.” She kissed him softly on the side of his throat.

His blood was on fire. The apple scent of her hair and the clean, fresh smell of her skin pushed him beyond reason. He kissed the side of her throat, making her gasp.

“Do it again, Mister Walker. That felt like heaven.”

Robby's nostalgic. He longs for the times spent at the orphanage, when he had no one in the world, no one but Mommy to take care of him. Granted, she's everybody's mommy there, but she's Robby's Mommy all the same. Back then, if Robby finished all the food on his plate, she'd reward him with a nourishing suck of natural mother's milk. Now, twenty years on, Robby reunites with Mommy who hasn't aged one bit, and there's one routine on his mind that he's more than keen to relive again…

Excerpt:

"You still remember all those nights in here, Robby?" Mommy looks up at me with nostalgia in her eyes.
"Yeah Mommy, and truth be told, I know we do have a lot to catch up on, but just for old time's sake, let's do our routine again, one last time."
Her kindly eyes beckon me towards Mommy. Since I'm so big, I can't sit on her lap anymore, but I pull up a chair next to her and rest my head across her lap. It's like I've finally come back home.
"Alright, Robby. Don't you think you're a little too old for this?"
I look at Mommy incredulously.
"I'll never be too old for you."
She reaches out for my head and the next thing I know, I'm thrust into her ample bosom. That familiar warmness of her soft firm chest just brightens me up instantly.
"Alright then, Robby. You can do the honors this time."
"Is it really okay, Mommy?" I won't dare to do anything without her permission.
She nods, watching me unbutton her shirt gingerly with my trembling hands.
"How's this so far?"
"Keep going…" She nods, maintaining that ever constant smile of hers.
Her left breast slips out. I subconsciously gasp at its sheer beauty. All these years and they're still as good as I last sucked on them.
"You still have milk, Mommy?"
She nods. "The needs of orphans today haven't changed from your time, y'know?"

Jake wasn’t excited about taking the client to a strip club. He thought the dancers were probably in their forties and too jaded to be interesting.

He was wrong.

One of them was a dead ringer for his stepdaughter and she was coming onto him hard. He knew wanting her was wrong, but she was so sexy. Could he resist her charms or would he taste the forbidden fruit and dream of Katie?

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

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EXCERPT:

The sound of her voice jolted him out of his shock. He almost scattered the contents of his wallet across the stage as she searched for cash. He pulled out a hundred and held it out to her. Way more than a guy normally gave a stripper, but her show had been much more than he bargained for.

Up close, her resemblance to Katie was astonishing. This girl could’ve been her sister. Her sexy, slutty sister.

He mentally compared the stripper to his memory of Katie. He hadn’t seen her for a few years, but it looked like only his stepdaughter’s short, and much lighter, hair set them apart. And her ultra conservative religious views and withering disdain for piercings and tattoos, of course.

He shook himself out of his reverie. "I'd like a table dance." He couldn't believe how nervous he sounded.  He also couldn't believe how horny a girl the age of his stepdaughter was making him.

"I'd like that, too. For this kind of money, you could almost rent a VIP room. You want to upgrade?" Her voice was soft, with a southern accent.

Definitely not Katie. Even though he already knew that, part of him was a little disappointed.

"How much?"

She quoted him a price that was a good bit more than a hundred. "I'm adding in my friend Sara, the girl your friend is drooling over." She gestured at the client with her chin, stretching her long neck delightfully. "I've worked with her before. Trust me. You'll enjoy the show. You can call me Sam."

Sam stood up and pulled her panties away from her mound enough for him to see her damp skin. She grabbed his wrist when he tucked the hundred there, pulling his fingers in to touch her hot flesh before releasing him. "Let that tide you over while I get the room ready."

Watching her pick up her clothes and collect what looked like an impressive sum of money from the other customers didn't distract him from bringing his fingers to his nose and inhaling her delightful scent. He followed her example and licked them clean, enjoying the unmistakable taste of woman.

His heart raced as she sauntered off the stage, her hips swaying to the music. He couldn't remember ever being so aroused. She definitely had him by the balls. He'd skip a mortgage payment to fuck her, prostitute or not.

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?”