Sex with Lactating mother
SEX WITH LACTATING MOTHER By Cimon This story (true incident) and the next three stories are dedicated to USHA who left the comment BEST ONE. VERY INTERESTING AND EROTIC on April 16, 2008 when I fist published LACTATING SURROGATE MOTHER by Cimon. Comments are welcome: [email protected] One Friday my friend Paul, a young Swedish Protestant priest invited me to accompany him to Northern Finland to attend church services on Sunday. I was a teacher teaching mathematics and physics at a Swedish high school close to Finnish border. On Sunday we started at 6 am and it took us three hours to reach the church. Finns are one hour ahead of Sweden and we reached a small town at 10 am (Finnish time). It has everything that a town requites, a post office, police station, fire brigade, a school, and a church. The church was located in wooded area and there were many cars parked around the church. As I stepped out of the car I noticed two caravans (camping vans) discreetly parked in the woods. They were positioned slightly away from the church. The church was already filled to capacity when we went in. On entering Paul was taken to the front as he was dressed in priest’s clothes. I was left at the entrance standing. As my view was obstructed by worshippers in front of me, I had to stand, often, on my toes to observe what was going at the front. I kept my both hands to my back and kept my right wrist imprisoned in my left palm. Often I kept opening and closing my right palm. I did not know why I did. Ten minutes later someone stood directly behind me. It was a young woman and her breasts pressed against my shoulders and my right hand came between her thighs. I knew at once she did that deliberately. She slowly moved her hips back and forth. I had an instant erection as she leaned on me and placed her hands on my hip. I too rested my shoulders on her soft breasts. Then she took my hand in her both hands and caressed it softly. A minute or two later she pulled my hand backwards. I was bit confused for a second and when she pulled them once again I understood her signal. She was already out of the church and moving towards the parked caravan when I turned to see how she looks. I was hesitant to follow her and watched her. When she reached the caravan she turned around waved her hand and smiled. She was tall, thin, buxom and blonde. She was dressed in a long light blue skirt with buttons at the front. I stepped off the steps and looked around and saw that no one noticed my exit. I approached the caravan cautiously and noticed that the entrance of the caravan was not facing the church. I went around the caravan and door was kept open. I entered it and shut the door. She was sitting on the bed and said something in Finnish but I shook my head and said, “English!” She rushed forward smiling and bolted the door. Then with no warning she took me in her hug, pressed her breasts against my chest and kissed my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed her eager tongue. I could hardly believe my luck. My last fuck was more than four years ago. No more I could wait. She laughed at my impatience when I fumbled with her skirt buttons. While undressing me she told me that her name was Helen. I unbuttoned her skirt, took it off. She stood in her black panty and bra. Her large breasts were overflowing in her bra. For some reason (I found out later) the hooks were in front of her bra and not at the back. When I tried to unhook it she resisted and this surprised me. I am a breast man and I was excited when I looked at her huge tits imprisoned in the bra. I kissed the cleavage and she took my erect cock in her hand and caressed. We moved to the bed and she laid on it stretching her hand up. I took off her panty. What a beautiful sight! It was a shaven cunt. I was hungry for her. She whimpered and convulsed as I licked her lovely cunt and sucked her clitoris as if it was a nipple. I moved up and tried to remove her bra but she giggled and pushed me down. Down I slipped continued to suck her clitoris and lick her wet pussy. I was wondering how to say in Finnish I love breasts. Her eyes were partially closed and her hands were caressing my but she kept on the bra. I slowly moved up licking her legs, hips and stomach and reached her ample chest. She stopped my hands from further exploration and pushed me next to her. She smiled and put a finger on her lips and said “ush, ush!” My cock was stiff. She moved back a little and pulled up slightly and unhooked her front opening bra. What a sight when she released her large round firm breasts! It was much bigger than I imagined. The dark blue veins were clearly visible. Looking at those lovely breasts my mouth suddenly became dry and I was shivering with excitement. She is a lactating mother and her breasts were leaking! She smiled at me when I noticed her leaking tits. I am obsessed with mother’s milk and I enjoy sucking milk filled tits and fucking. I had my first sex when I was thirteen with a lactating mother in India. She breastfed me in secrecy and I fucked her and sucked her milk every alternate day for nearly seven months! I called her while fucking her, “you’re my mother, you’re my mother.” As Helen took off her bra two round cotton pads (absorbing leaking milk from the breast) fell from the bra. She threw it on the floor and fell back on the bed. She pushed the leaking pink nipple into my mouth and I sucked eagerly and the sweet, warm milk flowed into my mouth. She took my cock into her hand and caressed. I was excited and I sucked hard. She was nursing me like a baby. The flow of milk was continuous. I went on sucking greedily for ten or twelve minutes. Suddenly Helen thrust her pelvis towards me and began to say, um! uhh! um! While nursing I put his one hand on her right breast and caressed it. It was heavy and full. I took the nipple between my fingers and pressed. Suddenly milk sprayed.