My Luscious Step Mom ch. 02
Introduction:
Me and My Step Mom spend alot of time alone
After that intense sexual act I experienced with Sarah on that camping trip it made me miss being in a relationship, the past few yearâs I never really wanted to be committed with any girls so I never took it any further than a one night fling, looking back on it now I think deep down I was scared of getting attached and being dependent on a female like I was with my real mom till she passed away. I did end up seeing one girl Rebecca who I met at the local gym I went too with my friend, anyway after being with Rebecca for a few months I found out from my friend I wasnât the only guy she was interested in at the gym as my friend saw her leave with some guy an get in his car, after hearing this news I was in total denial until I rang her up and this dude answered.
âWhoâs this?â he said
âWhoâs this? Iâm Rebeccaâs boyfriend, Who the fuck is this?â I said extremely pissed off
âYou have a boyfriend?â He said obviously talking to Rebecca
The call ended, I was still in denial until I received a text from this bitch
âIâm sorry, I didnât plan for this to happen :(â
I was so caught up with my girlfriend around the time I came home quite distraught, and Sarah was there to comfort me. I remember very distinctly the feeling of her soft bosoms pressing against me as she enveloped me in what should have been a comforting hug. Instead, I was gifted with an unexpected rush of arousal to my crotch, and I had to wriggle out of her arms and upstairs to my room in order to relieve some of the tension.
I would consider myself a boob man even though I do love a good booty, itâs just my step momâs breasts were god like, they seemed to defy gravity, standing out from her chest in perfect round orbs, and they bounced slightly with every step she took.
After the camping trip I knew I had an unhealthy obsession with my stepmotherâs tits.
As you guys already know last year Sarah had a miscarriage, recently she started complaining of an unpleasant sensation in her breasts, and trying to massage the pain away one night was rewarded with a cascade of milk squirting from her nipples. The nurse suggested that perhaps there was an excess of prolactin in her system, and provided her with a breast pump. A few days later, Sarah was asked if she would like to donate her breast milk to some of the premature and clinically ill babies in a nearby hospital, and she agreed, wanting to put a positive spin on her situation.
Even till this day Sarah still continues to donate her breast milk to banks around the country. It was quite a shock to me when I found out; I came downstairs one morning to see her sitting on the sofa watching TV, one of her breasts hanging from her shirt, pumping away. I stared, transfixed, as I watched the thin stream of creamy white liquid slide down and pool at the bottom of the plastic bottle. When Sarah noticed me, she blushed furiously and hurried to cover herself, saying that she thought no one was home and so she decided to pump downstairs in the living room where the television was, because her favorite soap was on. My stepmother sat me down and explained what she did that morning; all the while I tried to ignore the raging hard on in my pants. It was definitely not helped by the small wet patch that surrounded one of her nipples, some of her milk had seeped from her silk white shirt. She caught me staring at it and hastily excused herself upstairs to go change. I remained in my spot, pulled my cock from my shorts and jacked it furiously, imagining her soft tits and the milk leaking from it, shooting my cum into my hand.That was the summer before I went away to college. I didnât have any more incidents with my stepmother or her breast pumping after that, although I did spend more nights (and sometimes days) than I would have liked jacking off to the thought of her tits⊠I imagined myself squeezing the soft mounds in my hands, pinching and twirling the nipples between my fingers, pulling at her until the white milk came squirtingâŠI thought that once Iâd gone off to college I would go back to normal and stop fantasizing about my stepmotherâs tits. I screwed as many girls as I could, hoping that would fix it, and it did at first. But after a while I gave up, resigned to the fact that no girl at my university had tits that came close to what I had back home. They turned me on, I was a horny nineteen year old boy, anything would turn me on but nothing got me hotter than the thought of Sarahâs tits.
I was sitting on the couch in my living room, shoving chips in my mouth and only half watching whatever crap was on the television. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was home for the summer. My dad and my stepmother had both gone out with friends earlier that morning, and I wouldnât be going out until much later, so I was home alone. Bored out of my mind, I passed out on the couch.I was woken up by a loud banging noise. It startled me, and I fell off of the couch, scrambling up and making my way to the door. Sarah was standing outside, waving at me enthusiastically. I unlocked the door and swung it open to let her inside.
âSarah, what are you doing? Why didnât you just let yourself in?â
âNails, silly!â she said
Smiling at me brightly, raising her hands for me to look. I glanced down at her spread fingers and took note of a shiny pink gloss coating her nails, still noticeably wet.
âI canât touch anything because I donât want to mess them up,â she said
As she started bouncing over to the counter and sliding her purse gingerly off her arm.
âWhat are you up to?â she asked while making her way out of the kitchen.
âOh, nothingâŠâ I mumbled.
She didnât seem too interested in an answer, as she was already on her way upstairs. I made my way back to the sofa, resuming my horizontal position and closing my eyes. A few minutes later I heard the sound of Sarah coming back down the stairs. I kept my eyes closed until I heard her stop at the entrance to the living room and call my name.
âMax?â Her voice was small and hesitant, completely opposite of the rather happy tone she had when she had bounced into the house.
I peeked one of my eyes open to see what she wanted. She stood a few feet in front of me, holding a plastic bag by the palm of her hands so as not to mess up her nails. I opened my eyes and sat up to better see what was in the bag, and my eyes widened in shock when I realized what it was: Sarahâs breast pump. My eyes darted up to her face and I saw a red flush come over her skin. She averted her eyes and opened her mouth.
âIâm really sorry, I should have done this when I woke up this morning, but I completely forgot, and my breasts are kind of sore and they feel really full, and I know that you probably wonât want to but I just canât do it myself, Iâve already had a manicure and I donât want to ruin these nails, they were very expensive and Iâm supposed to be going out tonight and I would just feel horrible if I messed them up⊠Itâs just like the time with the honey in the woods you helped me out with, remember?â
My ears were ringing, and so I didnât catch all of her explanation, but I did get the gist of it. Did she want me to pump her breasts for herâŠ? I felt my cock twitch in my pants, and I was sure my face had gone white. She seemed to shrink in on herself, embarrassed at my silence.
âI⊠Iâm s-sorry,â she sputtered. âI shouldnât have⊠I shouldnât be asking you to do thisâ
She began to turn away, and I shook my head, forcing myself to say something before the opportunity was lost.
âNo!â I practically shouted.
She turned back around, frowning a bit, and I cleared my throat.
âUh, I mean⊠I d-donât mind, if youâre feeling⊠uncomfortable, I guess I could help you outâŠâ
A grin spread over Sarahâs face, and I felt the corner of my own mouth twitch up at the sight of it.
âOh, Max, will you? Oh, I would be so grateful if you could!â
She shuffled over to me and sat down on the sofa, placing the breast pump in my lap, and I was grateful that I was wearing quite loose shorts, so that my growing erection was not as obvious. Now that she sat across from me, the embarrassment seemed to come back over her, and she looked down in her lap. I cleared my throat again, and when I spoke, my voice was slightly hoarse.
âSo, uh⊠w-what⊠what exactlyâŠ?â
Sarah scooted a bit closer to me, her tits bouncing with each move, and another twinge of lust shot through my dick. I felt a blush come over my face and I looked away.
âWell, firstâŠâ she began, her voice small and hesitant, âfirst, you would need to⊠remove my breast⊠from my shirtâŠâ
She couldnât look at me; just as well, because I couldnât bear to look her in the eyes at this exact moment. But I was too excited, I could not believe that I was getting another chance to touch her tits! The same tits I caressed in the woods an had been fantasizing about and masturbating to for months. I reached my hand up, slowly, so as not to appear to eager, and moved it towards her breast. My hand shaking slightly, but I was determined, I couldnât go back now even if I wanted to. And trust me, I didnât. When my palm finally made contact with her soft flesh I felt another shock of pleasure run through my crotch. I could feel her nipple harden under my touch. I moved my hand up and reached for the neck of her shirt, pulling it down and revealing a purple lacy bra underneath. I pushed it out of the way as well, and her left tit popped out of her shirt, spilling over her clothes, a small dot of liquid already visible on her erect nipple. I must have sat there staring at her juicy tits for longer than normal because I heard Sarah clear her throat. I was jolted out of my stupor and reached clumsily for the pump that still sat in my lap, hoping she wouldnât notice the raging hard on in my pants. I opened the bag and pulled out the contraption.
âHow do IâŠ?â
âWell, first it would help a bit if you would massage the breast,â she said, seeming a little less hesitant than she was before. âHelps to get the milk out⊠itâs called letdown.â
If there was anything this situation was, it was most certainly not a letdown. I nodded my head and reached out my hands, placing them both on my stepmotherâs tit. The skin was soft under my palm, and as I squeezed I could feel her flesh mold to fit the shape of my hand. I couldnât believe I was touching them⊠my cock throbbed with every grasp of my hand.
âOkay, that should be good,â she said
I was disappointed, but I moved my hands and picked up the pump anyway.
âNow, if you would guide the breast into the pump⊠make sure the nipple is placed properlyâŠâ
I held her breast in one of my hands, picking up the pump with the other, and placing the funnel shaped end squarely on her nipple. Once I felt that it was a snug fit, I wrapped my fingers around the handle and squeezed. The first few times only a few drops of thin white liquid came out; and then a sudden stream of milk came squirting out of her nipple, running in tiny rivulets down the sides of the container, forming a small puddle at the bottom. I squeezed again, sending another shot of milk into the flask. I kept pumping, mesmerized at the way her nipple was sucked and elongated with each clench of the handle. We sat there for a few minutes, me pumping away and Sarah not saying anything. At one point I looked up to see her face, and I noticed that her eyes were staring rather fixedly at my crotch. I blushed and looked down, hoping my excitement wasnât too apparent, and resolved not to look at her face again until this ordeal was over. (Probably not even afterwardsâŠ)After a while she had me switch to her other breast, which I also had to massage before placing the nipple into the flask and pumping away at her breast. The bottle was half full by the time we made the switch, and would be completely filled to the brim by the time we emptied her second breast. My cock was straining painfully against the fabric of my shorts, I felt like I was going to explode any second. This was too unreal; I could not believe that I had sat here pumping my stepmotherâs breastsâŠEventually we were finished. I removed the pump from her breast and tucked her tits back into her bra, pulling her shirt up and removing them from my sight. She raised her palms and rubbed them lightly over her chest.
âOh, Max, you donât know how good that feels⊠So much better! Thanks, hun!â
She smiled brightly at me and had me cap the bottle and place it in the refrigerator for her. I bagged the pump and threw it on the counter.
âYouâre welcomeâ I mumbled to her
Before rushing out of the kitchen, making my way as fast as I could upstairs to offer my aching cock some relief, an I spent the night in my room.
I woke up between sticky sheets with a severe case of morning wood, the remnants of some highly explicit dream that I couldnât remember but that I was almost certain had something to do with the well-endowed woman making breakfast downstairs. I pulled at my cock furiously until I felt my balls tightening up and a wave of pleasure shoot through my cock, the hot white liquid landing against my skin. Then I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower, making sure the temperature was as low as I could stand it, cooling myself off. When I reached the kitchen, Sarah was moving plates from the counter to the table, where my dad sat enjoying his breakfast.
âGood morning, honey!â Sarah said
Smiling at me brightly as I walked in the room. I didnât dare say anything to her, so I walked quietly to the table and sat in my seat, pulling a plate of food towards me. I tried not to look at her, but I couldnât help it; she was still in her pajamas, and the cotton was visibly thin against her skin⊠I could see her nipples poking out of shirt, teasing me, inviting me to reach out and touch them, twist them between my fingers, squeeze and pull at them until little droplets of white began to seep out of the tipâŠ
âWould you like some milk, darling?â
I froze in my seat, the color draining from my face. She couldnât possibly be asking meâŠ?!
âW-w-what?!â I sputtered, still not looking at her.
âSome milk? To go with your food?â
I raised my head to see my step mom standing next to me, a pitcher of milk in her hand. Oh, right. The color began to make its way back into my face of course thatâs what she meant. She reached over my plate to take my glass, filling it to the top and setting it back down.
âYou alright, Max?â my father said from across the table. âYou look a bit shaken up. Did you have a bad dream or something?â He chuckled and shoved another forkful of food into his mouth.
âYeah, something like thatâŠâ I mumbled
Reaching for the glass of milk and raising it to my lips. After breakfast my father left to go sporting with his friends. Sarah had gone upstairs a few minutes earlier. I stayed after both of them, cleaning up the table, rinsing off the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. Then I made my way back upstairs, looking forward to hours of video games. As I walked past my fatherâs bedroom something caught my eye; Sarah was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, the breast pump hanging off of one of her tits. I felt a jolt shoot through my cock and I backtracked, stopping so that I could see her through the gap between the door and its frame. She was holding her breast in her left hand and pumping with her right. I couldnât see much, but I did see the streams of milk that were sliding down the edges of the glass. I trained my eyes on the breast that wasnât hidden, the nipple pert and dripping slightly with milk. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I reached down to massage it with the palm of my hand, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure. I was breathing heavily, but I couldnât tell how loud it was; I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to keep my step mom from hearing me.
âI know youâre there, Max.â
Freezing like a statue, there was a moment of silence but not wanting to be rude, I stepped around the door and slowly made my way into the room.
âI heard you coming up the stairs, and you didnât walk past to your room,â she said.
She raised her head and smiled at me for a moment, then turned her gaze back to her work.I was visibly aroused, the fabric around my crotch sticking out in a noticeable tent. My face was flushed, and I didnât speak.
âWould you like to come and help? You seemed to be enjoying yourself yesterday.â
I looked up and saw her staring pointedly at my crotch. Still blushing, I walked slowly over to where she was and sat a few inches in front of her, taking the pump from her hands and squeezing. I could see the nipple stretching as I did, the milk squirting into the container. I had only squeezed a few times before I heard her speak again.
âWould you like to taste it?â
My head shot up, eyes widening, increased straining against my pants. Yes, oh god yes, I would love to, But I couldnât say it; my mouth had gone dry. Are camping trip had obviously destroyed her innocence.
âOh come on,â she said, grinning at me. âItâs actually rather sweetâŠâ
She pushed my hand out of the way, pulling the pump from her breast and setting it on the nightstand. Then she reached for my head and pushed me forward until my face was barely an inch from her tit.
âNow⊠suck it,â she said.
I opened my mouth and latched on, swirling my tongue around her nipple, and then I sucked, a spray of thin, arm liquid shooting into my mouth. I let it flow over my tongue, savouring the taste of it, slightly sweet, fatty and very rich. I continued to suck at her tit, reaching up with my hand to massage the rest of her breast under my palm. My left hand found her other breast, and I began twisting her nipple between the pads of my fingers, pulling at it until I felt tiny droplets of liquid sliding down my hand. My step mom was moaning above me; her hand was still in my hair, pushing me further into her lactating breast. I was aching, the sensations on my tongue to much for me, the dick throbbing in my pants, aching for release.
âMmm, that feels so good baby,â she breathed, running her fingers through my hair. âYou know, itâs always been a secret fetish of mine⊠to breastfeed a grown adultâŠ. I find it terribly⊠erotic, argh!â She gasped as I bit down lightly on her nipple.
The milk was overflowing in my mouth, white rivulets trickling out past my lips and down the side of my face. I heard her start talking again.
âIâve always wanted to do it⊠but your father⊠he wouldnât⊠he thinks itâs disgusting⊠he wonât go anywhere near me never mind my tits and I canât do it myself, but I canât go the rest of my life like that, and you just do it so rightâ
I couldnât take it anymore. With me sucking at her tits and her talking like she wants me, I was seconds away from creaming my pants. I took my mouth from her nipple with a small pop and sat up, pushing her back roughly onto the bed and straddling her waist. I got up on my knees and grabbed the band of my shorts, pushing them down, my cock finally springing free of its confines. The head was swollen, with pre-cum beading at the tip.
Sarah lay beneath me, her hands on her breasts, pushing them together. I held myself up by my hands, guiding my cock along her body until it slid between the two pert mounds. I shuddered as I felt myself being enveloped by her warm flesh, gliding back and forth against her soft skin. The pre-cum was leaking from the tip of my cock, coating my shaft and the crevice between her tits. I was already so close; Sarah was mewling beneath me, biting her lip seductively. Then I felt something cold and wet trickling down my skin; I glanced down to see my step momâs fingers pulling at her nubs, droplets of white liquid seeping out, cascading down her body in every direction. My cock was slicked with her milk, and the sensations of the thin white liquid coupled with the softness of her ample breasts sent me over the edge; I convulsed against her body, thrusting between her tits, my cum shooting out of me and landing on her chest. Some of it caught her on her bottom lip, and she swiped across it with her tongue.
âTastier than last timeâ she said in a sexy but quite voice
I was still rock hard, and Sarah wasnât finished with me yet. She slid out from underneath me and pushed me back against the bed, climbing on top of me with her pussy just above my cock. She grasped onto the head board and then sank down onto me; my dick was still coated in sperm and the milk from her breasts, and she slipped in easily. Then she shoved her breasts into my face and said.
âSuck it, and Iâll show you something amazing.â
I captured her nipples between my lips and started suckling, the white liquid flowing again over my tongue, my taste buds tingling at the savory sweetness. Sarah began riding my dick, bouncing up and down around my throbbing erection. I switched back and forth between her nipples, flicking the pink tips with my tongue, raking the backs of my fingers across the sensitive nubs. I had never been with a girl whose nipples were as sensitive as Sarahâs were. She was spasming against me, pushing her breasts further into my mouth, groaning with pleasure, shoving herself down onto me.
âThe right one⊠suck on that one⊠it feels so goodâŠâ
I moved my mouth to her right breast, taking the heated bud between my teeth biting down, wrapping my lips around it and sucking hard. I took the other with my hand, rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinching the hard tips and pulling at them until the milk flowed down the back of my hand. Sarah was rocking back and forth on top of me, crying out in ecstasy, bouncing up and down on top of me. She was driving me close again; I was going to explode inside of her. I clutched at her tits, grasping at it with my hands, as I bucked up against her, shocks of pleasure pulsing through me.
âOh⊠Fuck Yes⊠â I yelled in total ecstasy
She was thrashing around on top of me, thrusting her chest at me, and I felt a spray of liquid shoot into my mouth, her milk washing over my tongue and sliding down my throat. I sucked hungrily at her tit, the taste of the sweet liquid sending me over the edge, and I thrust my cock deep inside of her, flooding her cunt with my cum. She slid up and down on top of me a few more times, letting me ride the waves of pleasure until they began to die down, then collapsed on top of me, my head buried in her bosom. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, breathing in her scent, nuzzling my face deeper into the soft mounds.
âThanks for helping me out, again, Max,â I heard her say. âI feel so much better!â She giggled lightly.
She brought her hands back up to my hand and ran them again through my hair, her chest rising and falling with every breath, as we both lay there in complete abyss.