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DAUGHTER Is dressed by their breastfeeding MOTHER.
I just had my 18. Birthday celebrated as a mother again pregnant was. Father is a long -distance driver and usually on the street for two or three weeks and then another week at home. It happened at home during one of his weeks, which my little one nine months later Sister should be.
He was on the street again when the mother found out that she was pregnant.
Life at home then changed significantly. Since father was out of the house most of the time, it fell to me to help mother. I even changed my college plans and decided that mother needed help during her pregnancy and also in the first few months after the baby was born. But it didn’t matter to me either – I have been helping mother since I was ten years old anyway.
When the time passed and mother’s stomach rounded off with the baby in it, I sometimes looked at her for hours.
For me she has always been a beautiful woman and the pregnancy made her even more prettier. Sometimes after showering I stood in front of the sink, looked at my own belly and imagined how I would look pregnant. I had a great resemblance to mother and it was therefore obvious that I would also look good as a pregnant woman.
Mother and I are both one-seventy tall and had blonde hair and blue eyes. Her breasts are larger than mine – she has cup size D while it is only C for me – and we both have slim, well -shaped bodies.
At least Mother had that before her pregnancy, and I was sure that she would get her teenagers, attractive and sexy body again once the baby was in the world.
Finally the big day came and father was at home when my sister Andrea saw the light of day. She was so cute and I was looking forward to helping mother with her care. Maybe it is typically female, in any case I developed something like mother instinct and I couldn’t wait to take care of the sweet baby. Even the thought of changing diapers did not bother with.
The only one, although of course I couldn’t help mother, was to breastfeed my sister. That would be your job. And with a view to her heavy breasts, she would certainly master that well.
One day when Andrea was maybe two weeks old, that day was back on the street as a father, I just got the little one in the living room as a mother on the sofa. I don’t know why – maybe because I had never seen it before – but I was completely perplexed.
Mother’s top was open and exposed her two large, milk-white breasts. I stood in the middle of the room and stared at her. Mother kept Andrea on an arm while sucking on a nipple.
“Everything is okay, Amy?”, Asked Mother with a smile,“ you look so shocked.”
“Me … uh, I haven’t seen yet … you know …”, I stuttered.
“You call it ‘breastfeeding’, my darling,” grumbled me grinning me grinning. “That’s how I fed you when you were at that age.
And I think I can remember that you would like to like it.”
“I was a baby, mom,” I replied indignantly, but could then laugh at myself. “Apart from that, I can now eat solid food!”
“What a pity!“, Said mother, took her left chest in my hand out of the blue and winked at me. “There’s enough for you if you are hungry.”
“Mama Biiiiitteeeeee!”
“Just use yourself!”
I don’t know what it is in the human psyche that always reminds us of things that we find repulsive. In any case, Mother’s offer no longer got out of my mind.
I know she just wanted to open me, but her offer rotated in my brain for the rest of the day and I couldn’t forget it. The idea of drinking milk from her breasts, which I originally found tastelessly, obviously triggered a bent longing in me, which I was not aware of.
And it was not just a mother’s offer to drink from her that followed me: it was also the picture of her large, milk and white breasts, the big warts and the thick, hard nipples. In my mind’s eye I saw her flawless, pale skin that looked as soft as satin. A few hours later – I was just in the laundry room and folded clothes that I had just taken out of the dryer – I realized that it all touched me in the innermost.
I had just thought of mother’s breasts again and how it would feel like I was suckling out of it when I damp pussy became aware.
I sat on a plastic chair that stood here for the laundry wrinkle, stared at the dryer and my head buzzed from amazement. I was excited by the thought of sucking my mother’s breasts! Just why? Women never excited me before, and certainly not my mother! Here on this plastic chair, however, I looked between my thighs on the damp spot in the gusset of my pants, which I had cut into shorts.
It seems that my feeling did not want to know about this rejection that echoed loudly through my head. My breath was panting, my pulse raced and my whole body trembled with request. I closed my eyes and tried to scare away the uninvited thoughts that refused to leave my head.
I didn’t want to think that unthinkable, did not want to grant any erotic fantasies with my mother.
“No … please not …”, I whispered weakly.
But I couldn’t shake off my thoughts, could not displace the pictures of Mother’s heavy, milk -filled breasts and the thick nipples that another part of me wanted to take a long time into my mouth. That part became more and stronger and took control. Quiet, whispering sounds came out of my mouth and it didn’t take long for what I thought were strongly determined within seconds.
“Oh mommy …”, I winded.
I found my right hand between my thighs in astonishment, with gentle pressure on my wet pussy. It was an unconscious act, something uncontrolled, and it distributed the last remnants of determination.
I closed my eyes, bit my teeth together and finally fought the unwanted thoughts of incest out of. I didn’t wore a bra under the short-sleeved blouse, so I felt how my nipples became tougher and rubbed the thin fabric.
I looked over to the closed door. Half an hour ago, Mother had taken the little one to her bedroom for a nap. Now she was probably in deep sleep next to my little sister in a big double bed.
But in the end it was meaningless for me, because I increasingly lost control of all logic. Without another thought, I quickly got out of my shorts and panties and got rid of the thin cotton blouse.
I sat completely naked in the chair and spread my long legs wide. For an indefinable reason, I saw myself as shameless bitch and my mind began to project pictures of my naked mother that stretched out her beautiful breasts. I could almost feel her arms around me as I greedily sucked on her fat, hard nipples.
“Still me, mom!“I hissed with the teeth bitten together.
“Let me suck your wonderful tits!”
The fingers of my left hand pinch and pulled my hard nipples while my rights played with my dripping wet pussy. I pushed a finger deep into myself and gasped loudly. While my fingers in my wet, called Pussy back and forth, I started rubbing my swollen clit. Lustful, sharp gaspage came out of my open mouth when I slowly caressed my pussy.
When I pushed a second finger my Liebkanal, I almost shouted with joy.
“Yeah, mom!“I hissed. “Like my little pussy? Oh, mommy, spoils my pussy and let me drink your sweet milk!”
I was lost in my own little world of pleasure and imagined, mother’s fingers slowly slid back and forth in me. My mouth was dry, and yet strangely, I felt her milk in my mouth in my imagination. It was the first time, The fact that I had an erotic daily dream about another woman and that this fantasy woman was my mother fueled the fire of my lust into a bright, white-glowing inferno of lust.
“Fuck me, mommy!”
I quickly pushed the third finger of my left hand while I continued to work on my clitoris with the other hand.
The fingers in my pussy pumped me hard and quickly and I revealed myself to the idea that it would be Mother’s fingers. My right hand rubbed my clitoris harder and faster, brought me closer and closer to an overwhelming orgasm.
“Yes! Oh damn, yes!“I gasped loudly. “Make me, mom! Fuck my cunt! Let me come!”
My eyes stuck on my shaved pussy, watched my fingers touched, rubbish and fucked them. The feeling was incredible, it was the most intense feeling that I ever had in my life.
I had never experienced masturbation as so hot and overwhelming, and I was crazy about happiness! Sweat dripped from my face onto my flat girl’s bump.
Then I was ready. I was on the edge of the madness, at the summit of forgetting when I felt it felt. With a gase of lust and anticipation, I tore my greasy-wet fingers out of my pussy and watched a fountain of lust juice shot out of my dripping slot. As always, my pussy splashed between my spread legs in a high sheet.
Then another eruption and I closed my eyes, suppressed a deafening loud pleasure cry.
I let myself fall back into the chair, my legs trembled from the greatest orgasm of my life. My chest rose and crashed with my hard breaths and my ears hummed with overwhelming enthusiasm, while I was motionless. I lost the feeling for time and space, I can’t remember how long I was sitting in the chair, still spread my long legs wide and the right hand pressed on my dripping pussy.
Finally, my legs were still trembling, I put on again and wiped my love juice off the ground. On the way to the shower, my head was still booming from the most incredible pleasure that I ever had ..
From the English of Julietbravo
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