Milky Mommy Lust

The nursery smelled like warm milk and lavender, the humid air thick with it. Max’s mother sat on the edge of the bed, her robe slipping open to reveal swollen tits glistening with leaking milk. He’d watched her nurse his baby sister an hour ago, watched her nipples harden under the baby’s greedy mouth, and now his cock strained against his jeans just thinking about it. "You’re staring," she murmured, thumbing a bead of milk from her nipple. He didn’t answer. Just crossed the room, hooked a finger under the robe’s belt, and yanked it loose. She gasped as cool air hit her damp skin, her tits swaying slightly, milk trickling down her stomach. Max didn’t wait. He caught one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, and her back arched as his tongue lapped at the sweet, warm flow. Her hand fisted in his hair, holding him there as he drank, her other already clawing at his zipper. "Fuck," she moaned, "you’re worse than the baby." He grinned against her skin, palming her other breast as it leaked onto his fingers. "You love it." She did. And she was about to love what came next.

Max pushed her back onto the bed, his mouth still sealed around her nipple as milk spilled over his tongue. She arched into him with a whimper, her legs spreading instinctively as he climbed over her. He didn’t bother with foreplay—just yanked her hips up, unzipped his jeans, and drove into her with a single rough thrust. Her gasp turned into a moan as he filled her, his cock stretching her tight heat while his lips stayed locked on her breast. He fucked her in slow, deep strokes, each one forcing another trickle of milk into his mouth. The taste was thick, sweet, almost musky—nothing like the sanitized store-bought shit. “God, Max—” Her nails raked down his back as he sucked harder, his hips slamming into her with mounting urgency. She was sopping wet, clenching around him, her thighs trembling every time he pulled back just to surge in again. He switched to her other breast, licking the dripping tip before sealing his lips around it. Her breath hitched as his tongue swirled, her body rocking with every thrust. The rhythm was relentless now, the bed creaking beneath them, her milk coating his chin as he drank her in. She clawed at the sheets, whimpering his name between gasps. He could feel her tightening around him, close—so fucking close.

John stood in the doorway, eyes dark with hunger, already unbuckling his belt as Max fucked their mother into the mattress. Her gaze flicked to him—wide, needy—before Max gripped her chin, dragging her attention back as he thrust deeper. "About time," Max muttered against her slick nipple before releasing it with a wet pop. John didn’t waste words. He grabbed her hips, dragging her down the bed as Max pulled out, the shift drawing a choked moan from her. Then John was inside her, filling the slick space Max had left, his cock driving hard and fast. Max took advantage of her open mouth, pressing two milk-slick fingers between her lips. "Suck," he ordered, then bent to latch onto her other breast, lapping hungrily as John pounded into her. The dual assault had her writhing, her moans muffled around his fingers. She barely had time to swallow before Max withdrew them, trailing wetness down her throat to her bouncing tits. John’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip bruising as Max switched between her leaking nipples, suckling hard enough to make her sob. "Fuck—both of you—" she gasped, clenching around John as Max’s teeth scraped her sensitive flesh. John growled, pulling her hips up higher. "You’re not done yet."

Max didn’t hesitate—he shoved John’s shoulder, forcing him to roll onto his back without pulling out. She gasped as they repositioned her on top, her thighs straddling John’s hips while Max climbed behind her. His cock nudged against her slick entrance, already stretched around John’s, and she whimpered at the pressure. Then Max shoved in. The stretch was brutal, exquisite—her body yielding as he buried himself beside his brother, both of them filling her to the hilt. She choked on a scream, her back arching as Max’s hands fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. “Open,” he growled, pressing her face to John’s chest. John gripped her jaw, guiding her mouth to his nipple while Max leaned down, sucking hard on the back of her neck before dragging his lips to her shoulder. Her whimpers vibrated against John’s skin as she obeyed, tongue flicking over his stiff peak while Max devoured her from behind. Their rhythm was relentless, cocks pistoning in tandem, stretching her impossibly full. Every thrust forced another trickle of milk from her swollen breasts, the sweet tang flooding her mouth as she laved John’s chest. Max’s teeth sank into her shoulder. “Fucking take it,” he snarled. She did.

John’s hand clamped over her clit, pressing down just enough to tease but not enough to give her release. “No,” he growled, his hips snapping up hard as Max drove into her from behind. “You don’t get to come until we say so.” Her breath hitched, thighs trembling from the denial, but they didn’t slow—if anything, they fucked her harder, their cocks grinding deep, stretching her until she whimpered. Max’s fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her mouth back to John’s nipple while he bit down on the curve of her neck. “You like that?” Max snarled, thrusts ruthless, unforgiving. “Taking us both like this?” She could only nod, her voice stolen by the relentless pace, the heat coiling tighter inside her without relief. John smirked, thumb circling her clit with cruel precision, keeping her teetering on the edge. “Good. Then beg for it.”