a new breast loving women thread

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Hi there, I have lost many, if not all of my breast-addicted women here. Who's going to take their place here, having erotic chats with each other on this topic or exchanging arousing PMs on it?

 

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just two?????????????????????

Hi there, I have lost many, if not all of my breast-addicted women here. Who's going to take their place here, having erotic chats with each other on this topic or exchanging arousing PMs on it?

 

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So what's next?

 

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well, how about telling us why you're here?

So what's next?

 

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those, who voted yes...why don't you PM me or somebody else on that list and write about your breast-addiction?

 

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don't be shy...come on...

those, who voted yes...why don't you PM me or somebody else on that list and write about your breast-addiction?

 

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well, then read this and tell me, whether you like it...

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Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for hours? her mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was rocking the baby while watching a game show on television.
Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept for centuries! How's Sally? Karen asked, looking down at her child.
You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you were already zonked out. I got you into bed and that was some chore, believe me! Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all night long. Are you sure you're OK?
Fine, except my tits ache, Karen said, absentmindedly cupping her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't you give me Sally and we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could use the relief.
Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the other end of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder, she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast with a huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.
That's better, huh, her mother commented as she stood up. Let me get you a cup of coffee.
Let's just hope it lasts, Karen said resignedly.
After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen took it over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down to nap. Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was obvious she was uncomfortable.
Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion.
What's that mother, Karen asked, wearily.
Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your breasts when you get this way.
Mother - really! You come up with the most old fashioned ideas. Does anybody really do that anymore?
Does it really matter, Karen, Janet exclaimed,exasperated with her daughter's attitude, it works - or at least it did years ago. I don't see that it wouldn't today, do you?
Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one of those breast pump things and they're expensive as hell.
You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use my hands and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save the milk and we can use it to feed Sally when you're not around or are asleep or whatever.
That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special technique you have to learn, or something?
If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's really nothing to it, you know.
OK, why don't you show me how it's done.
Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said, OK, why don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier if those things aren't in the way. Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as she did so she began to feel a little squeemish at the idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her mother. `That's silly,' she thought, `she's my mother, for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she divested herself of the garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who she caught staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge, turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry puckered areolae.
At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's face as much the same one she had seen so many years ago and had been seeing regularly in her fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten involuntarily.
Mother, are you OK? Karen asked hesitantly.
Oh, yes, dear, - fine, Janet seemed to jerk out of her pre-occupation, I was just admiring what you inhereted from me that I never had - sorry if I embarrassed you. Karen was taken aback at her mother's forthrightness causing her to remain silent without comment.
Janet then suggested, It would probably be easiest if you would sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over your shoulder and show you how it's done.
Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at the realization that her mother probably intended to touch her breasts in demonstrating the milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet would demonstrate on herself.
Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother? Karen queried.
Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen, Janet said rising from the couch and heading toward the back end of the house. Still absentmindedly absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother. When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen was seated, her mother went around behind her and bent over her.
Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand on the other one and imitate what I'm showing you, OK?
Sure, I guess, Karen muttered anxiously, but won't we need something to catch the milk in?
Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the milk. Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go all over the place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done.
Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down with her hand and cupped it under her right breast. Go on, use your left hand and put it under your tit like I'm doing.
When Karen did it, her mother said, Now put your thumb on top and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two fingers since your nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and press downward. Then, while you press downward, pull out at the same time. See, Janet said as she did what she described and a spray of milk shot out from her daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of them. Simple, huh. Now you try it, Janet said.
Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she began to express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother instructed her to adjust the position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was surprised to see a number of long streams of milk jetisson from the tip of her nipple.
The important thing is to get a rhythm going, Janet coaxed, now see if you can do it along with me, and she began to slowly milk her daughter's right breast with Karen doing her left about at the same pace. Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk simulateously creating a wet mess on the floor, but neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.
After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and she could feel her cunt begin to moisten. Even more confusing to her was the realization that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin and her breasts. She was entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake all over.
Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as well.
My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf. Janet came around from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her daugther. Looking up, she could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with large red spots and her face was likewise flushed and swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to support herself.
You're not sick, are you? Janet queried as she looked up into Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. Oh, no, you're not sick at all. You were just about to cum, weren't you, Karen.
Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion began to form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. It's OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I mean, after all, tits are errogenously sensitive aren't they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it, does it? Janet added solcitously.
Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed, Karen almost wailed.
Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually, you should consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits. You must have inherited those from me too. When Karen only moaned in response Janet asked, You didn't come though, did you, dear?
After a silent moment Janet continued, It's Ok if you . . . and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on, well, uh, if you still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind.
Oh, god, mother, Karen sobbed, I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe this is happening.
Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter, began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the courage she could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in her mother's white blouse, the first thre buttons of which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full view of her mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were obviously in a state of erection. Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't remembered her mother's breasts as having such large nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought thrilled her and added more fuel to her already fired-up state. She was painfully aware of her predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality. Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten very aroused and must be right on the brink of cumming. If you want to, I don't mind.
Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her left hand was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed it sending another squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet removed a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on previously and began to squeeze it again. This caused the younger woman to continue fondling her other tit and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten her embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned and her breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked. Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and said, Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you . . . suck my nipple . . . please? I just want . . . I need, to have my tit sucked right now!
Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally gotten to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing for a short moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word, she then bent her head forward and lifted the breast she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk into her mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled Karen's breast forward and clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to forcefully suck. After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said to her daughter, If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate yourself, that's OK too, dear.
Mom . . . I don't need to . . . please don't stop! was Karen's quick response as she continued to milk her other breast furiously. As Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple between her thunb and fingers and began to viciously pull and twist on it.
Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please . . . suck harder . . . faster . . . oh god, yessssssss . . . here it cums . . . now . . . oh, my god, mother . . . I'm cumming . . . chew my nipple off . . . oh, fuck! As Karen's body went rigid and then began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole breast once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful stream of milk high into the air.
Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the spasms subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then quit sucking her and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.
That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like that. Both women then looked at each other and began to laugh. Seeing that her daughter was really exhausted Janet said, Come on, dear, let's get you into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.
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