He spread my knees and pressed himself forward, filling me. Milk dribbled down his chin and over my chest. I gasped as his teeth bit down, the pleasure shooting through my body made more powerful by the knowledge that what we were doing was wrong. He was my husband's son, after all...
NURSE ME WHILE HE'S GONE
I suppose I should have been more careful, even if I thought no one else was awake. But with my husband away for the weekend, it was hard keeping track of everything now that I was forced to milk myself every few hours.
Because let me tell you: it sure is difficult explaining yourself when your husband's 19-year-old finds you in the living room expressing yourself and moaning his name. And it would be even harder explaining to my husband what happened afterwards...
Not that I planned on telling him how his son had taken me hard, fast and deep on the couch. No, that was going to be our little secret. And with my husband gone for a few more days, someone was going to need to drink my milk...
NURSE ME WHILE HE'S GONE
I suppose I should have been more careful, even if I thought no one else was awake. But with my husband away for the weekend, it was hard keeping track of everything now that I was forced to milk myself every few hours.
Because let me tell you: it sure is difficult explaining yourself when your husband's 19-year-old finds you in the living room expressing yourself and moaning his name. And it would be even harder explaining to my husband what happened afterwards...
Not that I planned on telling him how his son had taken me hard, fast and deep on the couch. No, that was going to be our little secret. And with my husband gone for a few more days, someone was going to need to drink my milk...
