Fucking a dominant, busty, lactating mom [FF]

This story takes place a couple months before I met my current partner, so two years and some change ago. Also, sorry if at some points the past/present tense of the writing gets weird. I’m not that great a writer.

After a lot of experiences and time to really think about what I like the most, I finally figured out what my type is; older, bustier women. 5 years older and up is what I love, what I crave. So for a while, that’s what I sought out. Which led me to getting with lots of moms, especially newer moms, as that description usually fit them the best.

I loved being able to pleasure them. So much stress I was able to relieve, at least temporarily, all just using my tongue and fingers and body. I loved feeling them shake and melt in pleasure. I loved feeling like I was really helping them, just giving them one good night to relax and enjoy.

Something I found I really wanted to try was drinking their milk. I remember getting with a mom, and before we actually got to it while we were drinking some tea, she realized she needed to pump or something, I forget the details it was a while ago. But so she’s sitting across from me, the breast pump doing it’s work, and it was so hard to take my eyes off it. I wanted to try her milk so bad, but I was too shy to ask. So I didn’t.

But after that, it just always stuck to my mind as something I really wanted to try. And finally, I did.

I met Her. She was this tall, fit, busty woman, very attractive, long dark hair. And she was dominant. I loved it. I never got with that many dominant women, a lot of them just wanted to be submissive and not have to think of what to do, which was fine, but I’m naturally submissive, so I had to really push myself to dom them. I still enjoyed it, but it was just hard.

But this woman was naturally dominant. I remember her eyes traveling over me, studying me. I felt so small, and like strangely naked, even though I was fully clothed and we were in a Starbucks. She just had a wonderful, penetrating stare.

We went to her place. She was taking my clothes off as soon as her bedroom door closed. I was naked in moments. And then she took her top off, a professional dark red blouse, and then her pink bra, and damn, my eyes were just stuck on her tits. She took her skirt off, but my eyes didn’t budge.

She took me and tipped me over the bed, teasing me, asking if I liked her tits. I nodded, blushing. I hadn’t felt like this in a while. My wrists were in her hands, and she held them above my head. She asked if I wanted to suck on them. I nodded yes.

She changed her grip on my wrists to one hand, guiding her tit to my mouth with the other hand. I latched on, and began sucking. And then slowly, I started sucking out her milk. It was strangely sweet, like a natural sweet. It was heaven.

As I suckled, she reached down and began rubbing my pussy, thumbing over my clit. It was like she was pretending to be messy with it, but really she was extremely precise. It’s so hard to describe old experiences, because obviously they’ll be over exaggerated, good or bad, in your mind over time. But I remember feeling like she was like a robot programmed just to make me feel good. It was incredible.

She was softly in hushed whispers balling me a pervert for loving to suck her milk, calling me “mommy’s little suck machine,” I remember. It sounds stupid, but in the moment it was like hearing an angel talk.

I was so distracted by her and her milk
I didn’t even realize I was about to orgasm. And then I did. And it was a full body one, shaking and squirming. She held me still, pulling on my wrists to straighten me out. She kept fingering me, switching my mouth from one tit to the other. Her dirty talk continued. I drank her milk. I came again.

Then she let me down, unhanded my wrists, softly took my head off her tits. She got me up, pushed me up towards the bed board. Laid me down on the pillows, played with my body. She whispered softly, “you’re gonna rest for a few minutes, then you’re going to eat me out, ok?” I nodded. She smiled, brushed some hair from my eye. Such an intimate move, that is.

So I rested. Then I told her I was ready. She smiled wide, asked if I was experienced. I said yeah. She was happy to hear that. She wasn’t a great teacher she said.

So she got up, and kinda… how do I describe it. She put a leg on either side of me, and rested her pussy right on my face, and told me to eat her out. And I did.

How many times can you describe eating someone out before it gets boring, I wonder. I probed her with my tongue, and she softly grinded herself on me, getting as much pleasure out of me as possible. I found each love spot, each little place that made her knees go weak. I reached up with my hands to grope her ass/push her more into me, but she again just took my hands and held them above me with one hand, holding my head with the other.

It took a while to get her over the edge. So long I began running out of air, though that could’ve also been her more and more pushing herself into me. Either way it was getting hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. I was determined to get her to cum.

And eventually, she did. And she came bard. Her moans were loud, her grip on my head tightened around my hair, and she pulled, and I yelped and moaned because I’m a bit of a masochist.

I was still eating her out as she came, prolonging her pleasure as much as possible. After a good long bit, she finally pulled my head out, saying “that’s enough baby, you did great.” That made me smile.

She got off of me, caught her breath as she sat on the edge of the bed. I say cross legged, waited for whatever she wanted me to do next.

Then she leaned over and kissed me. She laughed at how messy I was, covered in her juices. She licked some off. I was probably as red as an apple.

She pulled me to the shower, and we showered together. Nothing of note happened there, accept for some little pokes and gropes and giggles.

Then I got dressed. She got me an Uber, since she had to get up early the next morning to get her kids from her mom’s to take them to school. Mom stuff. We kissed goodbye.

I left her my number, but she never called or texted. That’s ok though, I wasn’t disappointed. Neither of us were looking for something serious at the time.

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