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Your wife or your mummyYou always loved my breasts, it was the standing joke that they were the reason you married me. In fact from the first time we met you couldn’t keep your hands off them, or your mouth for that matter. However after about 6 months, they began to get very tender and they seemed heavier than usual. My nipples were always erect, and there was definitely a darkening to the areola. One evening you were being exceptionally rough with them, dominating me and pulling and twisting my nipples as I squirmed underneath you. Closing my eyes in delight you suddenly released my tit and murmured, “what the fuck?”Sitting up a bit I saw you rubbing the tips of your fingers together and then taking them to your mouth. After less than a second a huge smile spread across your face. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked in a fluster manner. Embarrassed I tried to sit up and pull my shirt back around me.“You squirted milk. You just bloody well squirted milk!” The excitement in your voice was undeniable as you took my nipple back between your fingers. As your other hand caressed the white flesh small drops of liquid leaked from me and your tongue flicked it straight into your mouth.And that was how it started. Checking on line we found that enough stimulation could produce milk, and you ensured that happened on a daily basis. As the years passed and you got more stressed at work, a milky feed and soothing words began to take the place of rampant breast obsessed sex. Now on a Friday bahis siteleri night you’d come home from work and I’d be waiting. Helping you undress I’d then lead you to the bathroom, where the hot water and bubbles waited.“There you go my darling boy, mummy got this all ready for you. Now climb in but don’t slip”“Thank you mummy” you responded sweetly as you sunk down into the frothy warm water. Taking a sponge I began to wash your tense body. Every touch of the softness against your skin made your outer business man disappear, only to be left with my exhausted baby boy. You have such lovely skin, a spatter of freckles across your shoulders, contrasted with your Mediterranean tones. You lay back as my hands washed down your torso to your hips, then slipping under the water to between your legs. Eyes half closed you sighed. “That feels so nice mummy, so nice”My hand doesn’t linger though and I soon pulled the plug out letting the water ebb away. “Come on now darling. Time to get out. Let’s go and have a snuggle on the sofa. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Looking into my eyes, I can see your need so clearly. Slipping you into the oversized bathrobe id had warming on the radiator I take your hand and lead you into the living room. Sitting down I put a cushion on my lap for your head as you lay down beside me. My hand runs through your hair as you settle and the years literally drain from your face. “You’re such a good boy for mummy aren’t you. My sweet sweet angel. Mummy loves you so much”“I love you canlı bahis siteleri too mummy. I am are good boy aren’t I?” Even your voice is different, younger and softer, like the little boy you are now“Yes my love you are a good boy. And good boys get special treats don’t they?” With that I begin to undo the buttons on my blouse and push it back out of the way. Your hand immediately caresses my right breast as I free the other from my white nursing bra. I wear these bras more and more now as your appetite is unpredictable and demanding. Lifting my heavy tit flesh I guide the erect nipple into you waiting mouth. “That’s it my sweet boy, latch on for mummy”You need no encouragement as your mouth begins to suckle immediately. Your tongue presses my flesh as you being to draw on my nipple with firm, rhythmic suction.Your eyes are half lidded with bliss as the warm creamy liquid fills your mouth before you swallow it hungrily. Your other hand however is mauling my free breast in a less than loving way. Pinching the skin, you begin to leave pink marks. You’re Watching carefully as you pull at the nipple until it shoots squirts of liquid down onto your robe. Pulling it open you now aim the flow of my tit juice onto your cock, clearly excited by the warm fluid trickling across the skin. You then take my hand and place it around your shaft, and produce more milk from me to act as a warm lubricant “mummy me peepee feels all funny. Can you help me? It feels so nice when you touch it”Looking up at me so canlı bahis serenely your eyes implore me to continue in this twisted role play. Your suckling intensifies again as your hips gentle buck up against my hand. The way you suck on me, it’s like there’s some secret cord straight to my clit. I know I’m getting excited and you can hear it as my breath becomes more rapid. There was never any doubt I was going to do this and my hand begins to move. Enveloping you my touch is met with instant twitching and pulsing. Your hips rock gently in my hands as your need increases. “I’m a good boy aren’t I?” You begin to ask as you become rigid in my hand, “I’m mummy’s special boy aren’t I?”Lost in the moment as you suck on one breast and squeeze the other, expressing milk from both sides, I can’t help replying, “yes my baby, my special boy. You are so good for mummy. You are so special to me”So thick and so rigid in my hands, I can feel the blood coursing through you cock. I know you won’t last long. The intensity of your sucking increases as your need to cum grows. “Make my peepee squirt mummy. Make it shoot all that white stuff out of it. Do it mummy, do it now”“Cum for me darling, let mummy see what a big boy you are. You can do it, I know you can”, my words seem to be all you need and with one huge upward thrust you begin to shoot thick ropes of cum over my hand. As you do you suddenly clamp your teeth down on my left nipple while you twist and pull my right one so much it feels like you will rip it off. The pain is so sudden and intense that I can’t stop a scream escaping. “No baby no! That hurts, your hurting mummy”As your orgasm subsided a wicked grin curls your lip. “It was supposed to hurt mummy. But you like that don’t you? “

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