Chapter 1
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PART 1🔞
Stepmother: I finally get a taste of my stepmother’s milk.., My father remarried a few years after divorcing my mom. He literally ran into another woman on his way out of the court house. Depressed and in need of company, he invited the woman out for coffee the next morning.
I didn’t get to see Pamela for a few months. I knew my father was going out with her, but she never really came around the house. They always went out. After returning home one drunken night my father confided in me that he didn’t want to bring another woman around the house if she wasn’t going to last. He said that I didn’t need that, especially after just losing my mother.
My father had expected his tryst with Pamela to be nothing more than a fling, but they managed to last months longer than he originally planned. Soon, those months turned into years, and the two of them decided to get married.
Once my father was sure he was going to be with Pam for at least a little while, she started coming over a lot more. And I began to notice something: her tits were huge. They were much bigger than any I had ever seen before. They seemed to defy gravity, standing out from her chest in perfect round orbs, and they bounced slightly with every step she took.
I wondered sometimes how I hadn’t noticed them before, but perhaps I just wasn’t paying much attention. I was caught up with my own girlfriend around the time Pam started to become more present in my life. When I finally broke up with my girlfriend after I caught her cheating with some boy I didn’t care to know, I came home quite distraught, and Pam 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.
From then on, I’d had an unhealthy obsession with my stepmother’s tits.
It didn’t help that Pamela had a very unique hobby. The story behind this is quite interesting. Pamela got knocked up by a boyfriend while she was still in college, but she unfortunately lost the baby. After the miscarriage, 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, Pamela was asked if she would like to donate her breast milk to some of the premature and clinically ill babies in the NICU, and she agreed, wanting to put a positive spin on her situation.
Years later, Pamela 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 Pam 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 favourite 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 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 didn’t 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 squirting…
I thought that once I’d gone off to college I would go back to normal and stop fantasizing about my stepmother’s 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 Pamela’s tits.
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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 wouldn’t 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. Pamela was standing outside, waving at me enthusiastically. I unlocked the door and swung it open to let her inside.
“Pam, what are you doing? Why didn’t you just let yourself in?”
“Nails, silly!” 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.
“I can’t touch anything because I don’t want to mess them up,” she continued, bouncing over to the counter and sliding her purse gingerly off her arm. “What are you up to?” she asked, making her way out of the kitchen.
“Oh, nothing…” I mumbled. She didn’t 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 Pamela 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.
“Paul?”
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: Pamela’s 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. “I’m 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 won’t want to but I just can’t do it myself, I’ve already had a manicure and I don’t want to ruin these nails, they were very expensive and I’m supposed to be going out with your father tonight and I would just feel horrible if I messed them up…”
Tbc
