Drinking My Cream: A Sexy MILF Adult Nursing Tale

As the single mom of an infant, Maggie's hormones are out of control and she's insanely horny. When an unexpected opportunity arises, she jumps at the chance to get down, dirty and deliciously kinky with Kevin, the hot, young and hung checkout guy from her local shop.


EXCERPT:

He slid his hand inward so that he was stroking my inner thighs up and down. I moaned softly, hardly able to believe any of this was really happening.

It seemed like a dream, like an out of body experience, when I leaned over to take Kevin's wine glass and set it on the table along with mine. And then, as if my actions were being dictated for me by forces beyond my control, I climbed on top of Kevin and straddled his lap.

"Holy shit," he murmured, in that brief slip of time before crashing his lips against mine.

I cradled his face in both my hands, tracing his well-defined cheekbones and caressing his young, firm skin. Parting my lips, I welcomed his strong, deft tongue into the hollows of my mouth where it explored my depths.

Moaning, I widened my thighs and started gyrating, rubbing my pussy firmly against his cock. Even though we both had jeans on, made with thick, denim fabric, I could tell that he had a fairly sizable cock down there, and it was quickly getting hard.

Kevin's hands were squeezing my ass (oh, god, that felt so good!) but then he worked his way back to the front of my cardigan and started unbuttoning it. Wow, he was going to be in for a surprise.

And sure enough, he was. After shrugging the bulky cardigan off my shoulders, his lips broke away from mine so he could lean back and stare at my tits. Under the thin, cotton fabric of my tee shirt, they were plainly visible--two massive lumps of pillow soft flesh with swollen, darkened tips.

"Oh, my god," Kevin murmured, reaching out with both hands to squeeze my tits.

And then...

Yeah, milk squirted out both of my nipples to sodden my shirt with two wet patches. I was mortified and I covered my hands with my face. In so doing, I covered my tits with my arms.
Kevin, however, had a very different reaction.

"Holy shit," he said. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

With his fingers clamped around both my wrists, he pulled my hands away from my face. I stared at him, utterly amazed that he wasn't grossed out by the harsh realities of my post-pregnancy body, but he didn't meet my eyes. It seemed he was enthralled with the sight of my nipples, which were clearly visible through the damp cotton fabric.

Holy shit was right. I don't think I'd ever before been so turned on in my entire life. The fact that I had this sexy young guy turned on increased my state of euphoria by like a hundredfold. I needed him inside me. Now.

I carefully slid off Kevin's lap and stood before him. He frowned slightly, probably wondering if I was calling the whole thing off, and if so, why. Well, that certainly wasn't going to happen. Instead, I reached to the bottom of my tee shirt and swiftly pulled it over my head. When the fabric came up, my tits flopped down, and the movement caused a few drops of milk to leak out.

"You're so sexy, Maggie," Kevin mumbled, his eyes wide and fixated on my tits.

Emboldened by his compliment, I reached down to unbuckle my jeans. After I got them unzipped, I slid them down my legs, along with my panties, kicked them out of the way, and then there I was--standing before sexy young Kevin in the bright light of my living room without a stitch on as he gazed up at me with a hot, predatory look on his face.

To my delight and surprise, I didn't feel at all awkward or self-conscious; instead I felt sexy and powerful. I wasn't stressing about my stretch marks or the loose skin on my tummy; I was only aware of the pussy juice dripping down my legs and the milk leaking out of my tits. I felt animalistic and feral, and it was awesome.