L is for Lactation

For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

L is for Lactation

It’s wild to me that this is a kink. And yet… it was one that I discovered not super long ago that was one of my kinks. I’ve known for a few years that as a Domme, I’m mostly a Mommy Domme. It feels weird to say it, since I’m not particularly into age play, and as a parent to an actual child, I don’t want my partner to act like a child. But that said, if I could make myself lactate again without it being horribly awkward, I probably would. But as far as I can tell, although it’s possible, it’s not particularly advisable. So this type of thing lives in fantasy for me.

“Mommy?” he looked up at me, and my heart nearly burst. He’s not my actual child. His name is Luca, and he’s a full grown adult. In fact, he’s a couple years older than me. But this is the relationship we have, and I fucking love it.

“Yes, baby?”

He crawls over to me where I’m laying on the couch. He nuzzles into my chest, and I hold him tight to my body.

We don’t say anything for a long time. He just wants to be held, and I like holding him. He is quiet for a while, but then he starts to nuzzle at me more. We’re fully clothed, but he pulls my shirt until it comes free of my pants. I chuckle at him. I know what he wants. My bra is a front clasp, and he undoes it expertly before he starts to suck at my nipple. It’s instantly hard, and I can feel a sense of relief as the milk starts to flow.

He murmurs a thank you to me as he drinks, and I start to feel my pussy get wet. It feels so good as he sucks just hard enough to make me moan. After a while, I tell him he needs to switch sides, and he does.

This is our routine, and it feels as right to me as anything. It’s comforting to him, and to me, and I know that soon, I’ll hold him in my arms naked and we’ll do it all over again. Usually he waits until we go to bed, but apparently he’s had a hard day.

When he’s had enough, he stops sucking, but his mouth stays clasped around my nipple. It feels good there, and I let him stay, stroking his hair softly.

“Thank you, Mommy,” he says when he finally lets go.

“You’re welcome, baby,” I say, and I kiss his temple.

“But see, now you’ve made me all horny.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, but there’s a twinkle in my eye. Usually we have sex right after, but that hadn’t been in the plan before. But now, looking at him on the couch, seeing his cock straining against his pants, I know that he is as excited for sex as I am. I suppose an early bedtime wouldn’t hurt anything…