The milk was playing hide and seek, but I found it hiding in the fridge, it couldn’t handle the suspense.

He fingers me, rubbing my clit, turning me into a squirming little mess. I’m glad to have found such a wonderful, lewd partner so early in my life. I’d never expected said partner to be my father, but who cares? Nobody else knows. I’d also never expected to have children so early on, but that’s great, too. I’ll get to see them grow up, but still be fairly young myself! I’ll be able to keep up with them for ages, too. Maybe they’ll want an older guy to breed them, too… I can’t imagine being a grandma!

If you've ever breastfed, you know that just thinking about nursing can, well, have certain consequences. My breasts were flooding with milk. I had no control over it, and when I looked down, there was a damp spot on my chest. Enjoy this short story of a sinfully delicious Erotic Tale by Layla Marie in this Sweltering Hot Story! From start to finish, this pleasurable sensual tale of love and lust will soak your panties starting right now!

Did you hear what happened to the farm that had a mad cow disease outbreak? It resulted in udder chaos! At the time I wasn't interested in having him -- or anyone, for that matter -- as a companion. I was an unseasoned single mom who was trying to get over her ex. I was still trying to get a handle on raising my daughter solo. I wasn't ready for a relationship. But I did crave sex. And I was curious. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man drink my milk. Here are some of our favorite dad jokes about milk that are also awesome milk jokes for adults and kids to be told!But the truth was, if any possible romantic date of mine was squeamish about the fact that I was breastfeeding, I did need to know this up front. I mean, if I hadn't said anything, and then all of a sudden he looked down and noticed the wet spots on my blouse, that would have been interesting. I let out a moan. This is the best feeling ever! I tell myself as daddy keeps rubbing. Daddy the slips one of his fingers inside my princess parts making me moan out loud. Why did the dad start jogging every day? To build up his stamina for all the times he keeps leaving for milk! I couldn't remember if I'd slept with M.'s father in the weeks before he'd left for good. If I had, I didn't remember the details. He was shut down and hungover; I was absorbed with my baby. I lived in the world of womanhood for years, and now I was a mother. But who says that you can't live in both worlds? Some mothers I knew wore bras to bed because they didn't want to leak on the mattress -- or their husbands. That's how they divided their realms. But I wanted to be a woman who lived in both worlds; I wanted to be the kind of woman who didn't care if she spurted.