1. Lonely Mothers Milk


    Date: 8/25/2017, Categories: True Story, Female / Girl, First Time, Incest, Lactation, Lesbian, Masturbation, Written by women, Young, Author: Nancy The good daughter, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    seemed to be perfect. I hopped in the shower and just stood under the steady stream of water as it hit my head and back. My hair now wet and slick with water as I ran my fingers through it repeatedly thinking of nothing in particular. As I soaped up my hair, I began feeling like I forgot something. It wasn’t a big deal I felt but it was nagging me. I shrugged and finished my hair. As I started washing my body, I began to run my hands over my breast to lather them up. My mind started to wander and my nipples became erect immediately, to the point of hurting. I stopped touching them and looked down at them. I imagined my breast producing milk the way hers did, how sexual, how lust filling, and I wanted that so bad I pressed on my areolas and nipples the way she had done in front of me last night, but to no success did anything come out. I snapped back into reality and washed the soap off of my breast, I finished washing myself as quickly as I could, and turned the shower off. I stepped out of the shower reaching for a towel for my hair. I realized at that moment I knew what I had forgotten as I let out an annoyed scream stating simply, “TOWELS!” No one takes shower down here anymore so I forgot we don’t keep it stocked with anything besides the basics. As I beat myself up about not grabbing towels first I heard the garage door open and then close. Shit she was home… what was I going to do now? I reacted fast and shut off the lights and fan inside the bathroom. I heard her ...
    footsteps walk past the door and continue into the kitchen with what sounded like bags. I waited a minute before cracking open the door and peering out. She was not in sight but I could hear her unloading the groceries in the kitchen opening and closing the fridge and cupboard as she put them away. I slowly opened the door and walked out an inch at a time. My Mother’s never seen me naked before, I’m very self-conscious of myself and the thought of her seeing me fully naked, especially after what happened last night, terrified and turned me on all at once. As I got to the T in my hallway that would either bring me to my stairs or my kitchen, I stopped and leaned around the corner peaking one eye into the kitchen. What was she doing? It looked as if she was opening up the brand new bottle of what looked to be coconut milk and dumping it all out. Maybe it was expired. I figured it was time to sneak back up stairs and backed up slowly. Our downstairs hallway closet was smack dab right in the middle of the T intersection of our hallway, as I slowly backup up and went to turn around my foot grabbed the little spring metal door stopper, causing it to smack into the door and then into the wall, repeatedly, which made a noise so loud and annoying no one could miss it. My Mother startled let out a little panic scream and then a little laugh. “Sweetie, I know you stayed home. Are you not feeling well today?” She walked towards the hallway and looked directly at me. I was boned with nowhere ...
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