Category: Adult Story

Mom's Perspective: The ExperimentEverything was going according to plan until the State went into lockdown. The laboratory had to be temporarily closed and the research team was ordered to work from home.The experimental drug made Elizabeth's breasts swollen and filled with milk, since they were now deprived of the industrial strength pumps in the laboratory.She milked herself twice a day in her bedroom, having been supplied with breast pumps, small sealable bags, and a cooling container for transport. Each sample of her milk was invaluable as they represented gradual changes in her body. Her basement freezer was full of bags which had been carefully marked with the date.There was just one problem; her milk supply seemed to be associated with heightened sexual activity. Technicians in the labs typically helped her navigate that snafu. Now that she was isolated, it was more of a challenge.Left without a proper outlet, Elizabeth's hormones were teetering on the brink. She was in

As I stood outside my home in the beating rain at 11 pm, waiting for my mother to open the door, the only thing I could think of was what my mother would be wearing.Because the last time I had come home from college, mom opened the door in just a towel that barely covered her 36D sized breasts and her thick hips. I feasted my eyes on her milky white thighs for the first time that day, and the rest of my vacation days were spent trying to get a glimpse of her in that position, but in vain.After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the latches opening on the other side of the door. Mom opened the door in a hurry, and it was evident that I had woken her up from a deep sleep."Sorry mom, I had to wake you up from your sleep" I apologised, sheepishly and walked inside the home, placing my damp bag by the side of the door."Oh, shush." Mom said, shutting the door behind me. "I'm just glad you arrived safely, at this time" She said, picking up a towel to dry my hair. She turned on the

Chapter 1: I'm Coming HomeThe new job in Mumbai nearly cost me my sanity and all of my life savings. It was the wrong time to move to a new city. But I didn't know that when I made the move. The first nationwide lockdown was imposed within a week of me shifting to the strange city - which came as a massive blow to my plans.Another crisis fell upon me in the form of a 30% salary deduction for an indefinite time. I had to tighten my already tight budget. The company was slyly palming off it's losses to us lowly employees. Two months later I was let go.Living frugally and stretching my limited savings for as long as I could had a serious impact on my financial and mental health. I was lonely, depressed and had become extremely irritable. With virtually no human contact for nearly half a year, it felt like I was losing touch with reality and the drive to find a new job was waning ever so slowly.It took me another three months to find a new job. Owing to my insecurities and deteriorating

"Awwww! she looks so cute." my mom went all excited at once seeing my sister Radha and her little daughter entering the house.I put the bags inside and crashed on couch tired of the cab journey from airport. My sister's husband Rahul sat beside me on couch and we started talking casually. Even though I didn't spend much time with him to know him fully, I already knew that he's friendly and unlike many son-in-laws here in our society. My sister and mom went to kitchen continuing to talk and started to prepare for lunch. Despite the fact that my sister's family lives in another state, they come visit us once in two months at least and after Shraddha's birth, my sister frequently came here and that's a huge thing for my mom obviously. It's been 7 years since our father died and since then our mom started to raise us and found a nice guy for my sister and let her settle, while I'm still in my final year of graduation.We finish lunch and spend the day talking and playing with her daughter.

When my mom was in college she went to different parts of South America, usually small villages, and it changed her in a lot of ways, one of which was her views on breastfeeding. In her travels she saw that a lot of the women helped out in that field — if one mother was busy, or not producing, a wet nurse (as we'd call them in America), would always be there to help, whether it be a relative or somebody in the village who also had a newborn.This seemed to spur something in my mom, something maternal, a longing to give child-giving nutrients to offspring the way these women were. It's not that surprising that she married my dad a year upon her return at twenty-one, and quickly had me, eager to partake in the nursing process with her own child.My mother never had the biggest breasts in the world, but looking at the pictures shortly before my birth and after, you would have never known — filled with milk, engorged by the process of my coming to being, they expanded to pretty

My twenty-one year old son has difficulty turning his gaze away from my breasts. Not that he ever made attempts to do so in the past, but now that they're constantly leaking milk, it seems even harder for him not to gawk. You couldn't blame him; after knocking me up, my already heaving tits have only gotten bigger. The doctor says the leaking is normal, something many mothers go through, but it's hard to imagine that the size of my breasts had no impact on that front – it was as if they were already at capacity, and the stores of milk released themselves at a slow drip, drip, drip, just to alleviate the pressure.I could be reading the paper in the morning and finish an article to find droplets of milk on the paper before me, my top damp where my nipples stood at attention. James would be sitting before me, a devilish smile on his face. "Just move your coffee cup over a few inches over and you can save yourself the half and half," he'd say.Once when watching a movie with James' head

I couldn't believe that my POS dad would leave my beautiful and sexy mother (Jessica), after 19 years of marriage for his 20-something assistant. It didn't help matters that my mom was nine months pregnant, and fixing to pop-out my baby sister. Mom's unexpected pregnancy stunned everyone, especially me!My name is Robert Jr. "Bobby," and I'm eighteen and about to graduate from high school. I'm 6 feet, 180lbs; blue eyes, short brown hair, muscular build, lightly-tanned skin, and blessed with a perpetually hard 9" cock!I thought that I would be an only child; until my mom shockingly announced that she was pregnant about 7-8 months ago. Dad immediately blamed her for not getting her tubes tied after my birth! I didn't realize how badly their marriage had deteriorated, until Dad packed his shit and left a couple of weeks ago. I begged him to stay at least until after the birth, but laughed and said that I was the man of the house now.Mom was having difficulties at the end of her pregnancy,

My father remarried a few years after divorcing my mom. He literally ran into another woman on his way out of the court house. Depressed and in need of company, he invited the woman out for coffee the next morning.I didn't get to see Pamela for a few months. I knew my father was going out with her, but she never really came around the house. They always went out. After returning home one drunken night my father confided in me that he didn't want to bring another woman around the house if she wasn't going to last. He said that I didn't need that, especially after just losing my mother.My father had expected his tryst with Pamela to be nothing more than a fling, but they managed to last months longer than he originally planned. Soon, those months turned into years, and the two of them decided to get married.Once my father was sure he was going to be with Pam for at least a little while, she started coming over a lot more. And I began to notice something: her tits were huge. They were

Mary placed the final plate on the dining table and examined the spread she'd made. There was everything a growing boy might need, and more. Probably too much more. Sighing happily, she called for her son, Adam, to come join her."Coming!" came his call from his room.Mary sat herself down and started to spoon mashed potatoes, green beans and a pork chop on to her plate. The smells of her own cooking had her belly aching with hunger, so she dove in without waiting for her son. He'd probably be a few minutes anyways.After the predicted few minutes, Adam made his appearance, eagerly sitting down and grabbing from dishes around the table. "This is too much, Mom," he said."I know, but we can put the leftovers in the fridge. You can take it for lunch tomorrow.""I don't have a microwave at school, you know that," he replied, spooning mashed potatoes into his mouth."Well, we can have it for dinner tomorrow then." Mary paused her eating to watch with immense satisfaction as Adam devoured his

Laura had suspicions when she told her son about the experiment she'd be doing from home.  She was a lawyer for a major corporation, and with the creation of a new drug to help mothers produce breast milk, she needed to do first hand research before giving advice on legal matters.Her suspicion was that her son was a bit too eager for this, especially upon hearing how her breasts would soon change.  Her son was a biology major in college, so she was hopeful that this would also be a learning experience for him.She came home from the office, carrying a box full of the medication, a breast pump, and cups for her milk.  The upcoming month was going to be interesting.  She'd be a lactating woman once again.The first day of the process was simple. She took the pills three times; morning, afternoon, and night. The lactation hadn't started yet so she still had normalcy in her life. The second day of the process was much the same. She took the pills on time and waited.