Milking His Mom

By: Amber Adams

[Mommy Fantasies 02]

Leon wasn’t upset when a fallen tree trapped his stepmother at his cabin. With her nursing her new baby, his hidden lust for her soared. She worried that she hadn’t brought her breast pump.

He didn’t see that as a problem.

When she asked him to help her out, things got hotter than either of them dreamed possible. Would she cross the fine line separating them from ecstasy?

Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves adult breastfeeding (lactation) between a man and his stepmother. All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen and are not biologically related to one another.

Milking His Mom


Leon wrapped his coat tightly around himself and shook his head. The fallen pine had completely cut off all access on the road down the mountain. Since there wasn’t even enough room to get his four-wheel drive around the blockage, he’d have to bring out the chainsaw to clear the road.

The icy wind blew snow directly into his face and it felt like an arctic knife slicing though him. As he looked at his watch he realized it would be dark soon, which meant he’d have to wait to start until first thing in the morning. Looked like his stepmother and her new baby would be spending the night after all.

He didn’t really mind although he suspected she would have reservations. He’d stayed clear of the nasty divorce circus between her and his dad, but he knew she would have doubts about whether he’d taken sides with his dad in his head, since he’d stayed publicly neutral.

He honestly hadn’t, but if he had decided to stand with either of them, he’d have supported his stepmom. His dad was a verbally-abusive, cheating jackass. As far as Leon was concerned, if you were in a committed relationship, then you should stay that way. Or get a divorce, which was exactly what Beth had done the moment she discovered his dad’s infidelity.

Then she’d found out she was pregnant which, of course, meant his dad had demanded a paternity test, only to be proven he was the baby’s daddy. That meant he got to add pretty hefty child support payments to the court-ordered alimony.

Leon’s somewhat chilly relationship with his dad had gotten downright artic, just like the evening’s weather, when he made it clear he wasn’t going to take sides. Thankfully, his grandparents had left him their cabin in the mountains overlooking the town plus a tidy little trust fund for college, so he didn’t have to depend on anyone but himself.

He carefully made his way back to the cabin, enjoying the brisk air and the aroma of burning logs floating down from the chimney. The cabin would be nice and toasty after his excursion and he was already thinking about the coffee Beth was brewing. He felt bad that he didn’t have any good news for her.

He felt good that she would be spending the night, though. It made him feel protective and all warm and fuzzy. He’d regularly day-dreamed about her since before she married his dad when Leon was in high school. She was always wearing sexy and tight or revealing clothes and he couldn’t count the number of times he’d beaten off while thinking about her and her tremendous breasts, trim waist, full hips, and sensual smile.

It had been over a year since he’d had a girlfriend, so having the newly unattached, sexy, older woman under his roof for the night revved his motor once again.

If he kept thinking like this, though, he’d need to stop and do snow angels in the snow. Butt-assed naked. Face down.

The wooden porch creaked a bit under his weight, but it was solid enough. He kicked off his snowshoes and racked them beside the door. A few more kicks against a handy post dislodged most of the remaining snow from his boots.

He entered his cabin and quietly closed the door behind him. The baby didn’t need any cold drafts. He put his coat on the rack mounted next to the door and slid his boots over their drying stand under it. He padded into the kitchen in his thick wool socks, jeans, and flannel shirt.

Beth held out a steaming cup of hot coffee to him. “Well?”

He shook his head. “One of the pines went down. No way I can possibly clear it tonight.”

She looked distressed. “Oh, no! Is there any way around it? I didn’t come prepared for an overnight stay.”