Momma's Milk

Momma's Milk

Pete and I are in a dim Pub corner draining our fourth beers. When a hot woman goes to the bar, she halts our random rambling as we stare in silence. I lick my lips, "I'd love to snack on that blonde beauty. If my wife were here, she'd invite that busty knockout home for an all night threesome. But she's not, so I have to live vicariously through you. Go get her, Pete." I tapped my bottle on the thick wood table.

"Yeah right, Stu. You know how flustered I get trying to talk to someone who's that gorgeous. I'm just not worthy," he grinned. "It takes me a while to get over my initial shyness." His eyes flitted to her narrow waist and sexy legs. We watched her yellow shorts wiggle back to her friends. "There goes my wet dream for tonight." We clinked bottles.

"Any idea why you're so shy off the bat? You're single and a catch. Why not get in the game and flirt with strangers?"

"My shrink thinks it goes back to my dad playing peek-a-boo with me while my mom bathed me in the kitchen sink when I was about five. He laughed at my tiny exposed dick and embarrassed me. It didn't help that my mom was extremely old-school about nudity. Flashing her ankles was risque for her and she baked that into me. Seeing Bra straps, bare knees, or any female underclothes was embarrassing for me. That all stuck with me for years. Even when I thought I got over it, just talking to a woman is still a challenge. Once I'm friends with her, I can forget she's a sexual being and I loosen up."

"I've seen you relax at times, Pete. You've had relationships that lasted. What changed?" He looked around the Pub.

Whispering, he confided, "Two things changed me. After my brother was born, he woke us all one night when I was about ten. His crib was in my room. In the dim night light, I saw mom, in her loose pink slip, pick him up. That was the first time I was really aware of her big tits since I could see their outline through her slip. Dad was naked, and I saw his small dick. That made me wonder why he made such a big thing about my dick and made me more embarrassed thinking my dick would never get bigger than that. I also heard him whisper, 'Now I can never leave' to mom."

"I suppose that wasn't something you could talk to them about. What did he mean by his comment, Pete?"

"I found out later that year when 'He went on a long business trip' and I didn't see him for months. He did leave -- and divorced us that year. Though I hated the lie, spending time with each of them wasn't so bad. Mom was so depressed she never dated."

"Well that's sad, but what was the second thing?"

"That's something I never shared with anyone, Stu. I got over the 'small dick' issue when I studied anatomy and saw my dick could grow beyond average. Though I won't say exactly how, I got my proof after I watched my mom pull out a big tit to nurse my brother in the kitchen. Her bare thick nipple made me crave it since I was always told I was raised on goat milk because I was allergic to mom's milk. Another lie!"

"OK. So what happened?" Pete ordered another beer and sighed.

"It started when I wanted to help mom with her mouse phobia. I was nineteen and began to understand how powerful beliefs can be. Grabbing a plain sheet of paper, I held it up, shook it for mom, and said, 'This is paper' then I crumpled it into a ball and said, 'NOW, it's a mouse.' then I threw onto her lap. She screamed in hysteria, jumped onto her chair, and cried red-faced. I said, 'Mom, it's still paper, not a mouse.' She didn't get it. She climbed off the chair and threw her shoe at me.

"I jumped up to avoid it, but it hit me in the nads, and I fell to the floor, crumpled up like that paper, moaning, and holding my groin."

"Ouch. Much as that hurts, it passes quickly."

"Mom didn't know that, Stu! She rushed over to apologize. The intense pain blocked her words, but not her concern. Trying to help, she pulled my jeans and underwear down, then cradled my balls. I stopped my howling as she lifted my small dick up and kissed my balls. She kept apologizing while licking my balls and rubbing my dick. As the pain faded, my dick grew into a cock in mom's hand. Trying to make me forget the pain, she lapped and sucked my cock and made me moan again, in a better way. She lapped my big drop of Cowper's and smiled."

My jaw dropped. "Your mom blew you?! Did she...?"

"Yup. All the way. She was in that loose pink slip so I watched her loose tits swing and collide past her drooping neckline. While she sucked me, I pushed one strap down her arm and extracted a big beautiful tit. As I twirled her thick nipple, she sucked harder. She was beyond apologizing. My mom was moaning and enjoying my cock. When I came in her mouth, she swallowed it all.

"Mom said, 'It's been a long time since I tasted fresh cum. Thank you, Peter. Your cock is just like your dad's and you taste like him. This is all so familiar, but we shouldn't do this again.' As she sat back on her knees, I pinched her nipple hard. She gasped, closed her eyes, and moaned. I pushed up her translucent slip and stared at the big wet spot in her tan granny panties. Despite a trembling fear, I cupped her groin and felt her soft, swollen lips, and the gap between them.

"She moaned 'No, Peter. We mustn't,' but didn't try to stop me. Knowing female anatomy by then made it easy to find her engorged clit. I rubbed across it and along her slit over her silky panties. She thrust her mons at me to continue. For the first time I could recall, I took her thick nipple into my mouth and sucked. No matter how much I lapped, bit, or sucked, there was no momma's milk for me. Though I was disappointed, I still enjoyed my mom's big tit. Her soaked pussy was another unexpected bonus."

"Pete, you gave me a giant woody for your mom. Tell me it didn't end there."

"Of course not. I kicked off my jeans and stared at the dark shadow my mom's pubes made. Knowing that I would never appreciate her teasing bush the same way again, I delayed the next step. Pushing her slippery panties into her warm gap was great, but I couldn't wait to see, feel, and taste the damp twilight zone of my first cavern. Releasing her tempting tit, I slid her huge panties over her plush ass with her help. As she kicked them off, I slid her slip over her head and saw my mom naked for the first time. She was embarrassed.

"Looking nothing like that hot blonde, her mom-bod was beautiful to me. I cupped her pussy and kissed my way up her thigh, her clit, abs, each nipple and tit, finally to her mouth. I'd never kissed mom's, or anyone's, mouth for longer than a peck until then. We shared a long kiss before wrestling tongues. I don't know who made more moans, but it was intoxicating. Passionately kissing your own mom is like nothing else. When I held her face, my cock found her plumped and gaping pussy. For safety, both of us struggled to just allow my cock to fill her labia like a hot dog fills a bun."

My heart raced as I watched Pete take a slow sip of his beer before continuing. He hunched closer and whispered. "Yeah. The memory is making me stiff too. As much as I wanted to be inside her hot wet pussy, I had to taste momma's milk. Despite massaging and sucking on her tits, there was no milk. My cock found the way in and we plunged deep into mom for the first time. She groaned and melted under me."

That's when I saw Pete's arm move, his eyes close, his single deep breath. Looking under the table, I saw his jeans were open and pushed down to his knees. He slowly stroked his exposed seven inches. The hot blonde was looking our way.

Pete continued as I moved aside and debated inviting the beauty to join us, "Since I was a virgin, I fucked mom on pure instinct. She gave me directions and rolled us over so she had control on top. As she danced a Hula on my cock, her fascinating big tits danced a chaotic version. I didn't last long and she didn't cum, but she was glowing."

The hot blonde's nipples strained her crop top. She leaned as though listening; seeing the bottom of her huge tits made my cock surge. I sighed as I hoped she could see Pete jerking off.

"While mom held my hot creamy cum inside her, she said, 'This feels wonderful. Don't worry about getting me pregnant. When your brother was born, there was a problem, and I can't have any more children.' So I asked about her milk. She didn't think she could make it any more. When she saw my disappointment, she kissed me and fed me a nipple, then asked if I like cream pie. I didn't know what that meant. She explained that dad loved to eat it. It sounded disgusting, but when she said they enjoyed it, I crawled between her legs and admired her reddened pussy.

"My first taste felt gross, but lapping her drenched pussy made her moan, so I continued. Her heavenly aroma blended with mine and our two juices won me over. After lapping and consuming my first cream pie, I licked between her labia and around her clit. Her chorus of moans, groans, and squeaks grew into a crescendo of a beautiful symphony until she grunted, thrust her mons at me, and fell into a petit mort -- I learned why the French call it that. She glowed. It was beautiful. I learned to love fresh cream pie."

He grunted, grabbed a napkin for under the table and grunted again. The blonde beauty noticed and blushed. After giving him a minute to clean up, I said, "That's a, umm, beautiful story, Pete. So you gave up on getting milk from your mom?" When I glanced under the table, I saw his cock was still out and stiff. The blonde moved to another chair where she had a better view of his cock. One hand was under her crop top and subtly teasing a stiff nipple.

When his breathing slowed, Pete said, "No. Of course I didn't give up. While both on our backs, I twirled a nipple and asked her directly why she raised me on goat milk instead of nursing me since I couldn't be allergic to her milk. She said that was a story dad made up in case I ever asked. Her nipples cracked with pain when she tried nursing, so her doctor advised bottle or goat milk and made her milk dry up. By the time my brother was born, there was a solution for cracked and often bleeding nipples. I felt stupid for believing the stories and disappointed I missed out on her special milk."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Pete. The disappointment must have been huge. Can you put your cock away now before we're arrested? I think the blonde told our server about it and took a photo."

"Really? I'm incensed, and that make me lose my shyness. Maybe I'll go to her table like this and let her take a close up." She looked away when he stared at her. "I rolled onto my side and pressed mom's pearly clit aside while I told her she was to wear no more granny panties. I told her to pack them away and not ever wear any panties again for easy and frequent access to her sex. She gawked at me, but didn't refuse. Then I said we were going to learn how she could lactate again. She laughed."

"I heard there are ways to do that."

"Yes. Basically, frequent sucking and massaging breasts. I ordered tiny suction bulbs I wanted her to wear at home when I wasn't sucking her. When she got home from work, I started meeting her at the door and lifting her skirt to check she was commando -- often in the open doorway. Usually, I dropped to my knees and ate her to orgasm there. She was becoming an exhibitionist. She eventually made milk and became my frequent milk maid. It was thin, yet sweet. I nursed daily.

"We moved to an apartment where we knew no one. Neighbors assumed we were married since we enjoyed our PDA. We constantly nursed, sucked, and fucked at the open windows like naive teens.

"Once, when my brother was visiting, I stripped her in the doorway before she knew he was watching. His jaw dropped when he saw me finger her and suck her tits. I pointed at him and smiled as I asked how that felt and if now he knew how I felt when I saw her pull out her bare tit and nurse him in our kitchen. That was great. I had mom stay naked and eat with us as I fondled and nibbled on her nipple. She enjoyed it and it was fun for me. She made coffee and squeezed her fresh milk for us. I even sprayed him with a little momma's milk fresh from the source. He left quickly when I later stripped and mom blew me before I mounted her. We no longer cared if anyone saw us."

"So that was a 'happy ending' after all."

"Well, we did get her lactating. But that only lasted two years." His cock deflated. "Someone robbed and stripped her in a park, then killed her. Consider that image a third reason I'm shy today."

I squeezed his shoulder and said nothing. The beautiful blonde wiped a tear away, then wrote a note and left it for the server to give to Pete. All eyes followed her sexy ass wiggling out the door.

The note read, "I heard your story and watched you cum. So, so sorry for your loss. I am a single lactating mom who makes too much milk. Maybe we can help each other three days a week? I can't replace your mom, but I will happily nurse you. If interested, call me. Just bring your beautiful cock and some condoms (just in case). Call me." She signed it Barbie, with a lipstick kiss and her number.

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5/25/25 seminal image: mom kisses son's injury; blows him; offers tit