Story Excerpt

Samantha longed for someone to touch her, to help her get over the pain. Her body registered the pleasure without realizing its source. Every kiss disarmed her more, leaving Samantha progressively more molten beneath the hoodie, her breath short and shallow.

“Just breathe, my sweet girl,” Kim whispered. “Mommy will comfort you.”

She wrapped her daughter in her arms and pulled her into her lap like Samantha was a child again, but her hands didn’t stay on her daughter’s back. They roamed, tender but bold, down over her side, tracing the curves that lured men in. Her fingers wrapped under the hoodie, lifting it off without resistance. Kim removed her own top and tossed it aside.

Both mother and daughter let their perfect, large breasts free. They were near mirror images. Large, perky, natural DDs with an inch diameter, deep pink areola. Their only difference, Kim’s areola were just a slight bit more brown.

Kim lifted Samantha’s into her exposed tits while cradling her daughter’s luscious body.

“Mommy has a secret,” she whispered. She squeezed around the top of her breast, pulling forward to tease her nipple until a drop of milk expressed. “I never stopped after you were born. I pump every day to keep a supply.”

Samantha’s eyes lit up as if something deeply primal was triggered in her. She lifted her head, turned her cheek, and immediately latched onto her mother. She closed her eyes, drawing her mother’s nipple into her mouth, and gently, quietly sucking.

“Shhh… That’s a good girl,” Kim purred. “Drink your mommy in and let me calm you from the inside.”

Kim slipped her hand below her own waistband and began to rub her soaking clit. The wet squelching sounds echoed around the otherwise silent room as her daughter continued to desperately breastfeed. Kim slipped two fingers inside, getting them soaked, then withdrew. She traced down Samantha’s belly, leaving a trail of mommy-cum behind, slipped under her daughter’s waistband and went straight for her pussy.

Her already soaked fingers slipped inside her daughter’s slit with ease. Samantha’s eyes fluttered as she let out a deep moan with her mouth still full, throat gulping. She spread her legs, letting her mother in further.

“I love having some of me inside of you,” she purred. “Do you like it, too?”

Samantha nodded, not even aware of her body responding to the question. Deep down, her body knew what she needed. She needed her mother’s love, in every capacity.