A Mother’s Love Juice – Quality Erotic and sex stories

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My name is Rita. At present I’m 40 minutes out of Seattle on a
big Delta jumbo jet. It’s been a long flight from Chicago and I’ll
be glad to get off this plane.

I won’t go into my life history or why I’m going to Seattle.
Suffice to say I’m an attractive 32 year old that’s engaged to get
married. I’m also bi-sexual but, with very little experience..
I’ve only been with a few woman in my life. I’ve been very
selective. My future husband doesn’t know about this side of me
and I’m not going to tell him. It would only be a matter of months
after our upcoming marriage and he would be wanting me to make it
with some woman so he could watch. I like men but they are sort of
pigs when it comes to things like that.

My seat is the last row in the back of the plane. At least I
got the window seat. Setting next to me is a brand new mother.
Earlier in the flight her husband, who is sitting way up front,
brought their 1 month old baby back so its mother could breast
feed her. That was enjoyable. You probably think I’m crass but I
could look at a full, well rounded tit like that all day.

Naturally, when the feeding was done, she pushed that
beautiful, swollen breast back into her blouse.

She slept most of the way so we didn’t talk much. She was a
beautiful, young mother and it appeared, to me at least, her shape
had returned to her.

Here comes her husband again. Baby must need another feeding.
Good. I could use some distraction the last 40 minutes of the
flight.

I watched as she eased her luscious right breast from out of
her blouse. God was it beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes from it.
What a depraved feeling I was having.

About 10 minutes of feeding and the husband was back to to get
the baby. She had told me earlier he agreed to hold the baby
throughout the flight to let her rest.

As he and the baby walked up the aisle I took a gamble. I
leaned over to her and whispered.

“Lucky baby, I have to drink from a glass. She looked at me
with a puzzled look on her face.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she said.

“I just meant that not everyone gets to feed off of a
beautiful girl like you.”

She need the compliment after being bloated and pregnant for
nine months.

It was dark in the cabin, especially in the back of the plane.
She hadn’t spoken for about 5 minutes. I watched in amazement as
she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She reached in and
withdrew the tit nearest to me. She looked at me coyly. I saw her
put her hands under the large, round breast, and lift it, ever so
slightly, towards me invitingly!!

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I lowered my mouth to the
inviting nipple and began a slow sucking motion with my lips. I
immediately tasted the warm milk fill my mouth. It sort of felt
like a man coming in your mouth and the milk had about the same
consistency as cum.

I heard her moan. I rolled my eyes up without removing my
mouth from her succulent tit and saw her head laid back wantonly.
Her eyes were closed.

There it was again. “ummmmmmmmmmmm,” the moan emitting from
her lips. I gently laid a hand on her leg just above her knee.

Instinctively her legs began to spread. Now my hand was slowly
sliding up her thigh. Her legs were spread so invitingly my
fingers went directly to her cunt.

My slightest touch set her hips into a slow, undulating
thrust. Now she was moaning louder than I cared for. I certainly
didn’t want anyone seeing what I was doing to this luscious girl.

“Ugggghhhhhhhhhhh.” she moaned again. The milk was still
filling my mouth, the nipple growing to about 3 inches in length.
I could suck on this all night, I thought to myself.

My fingers were now under her soaking panties. My fingers,
slipping inside of her, brushed her clit as I sunk up to my second
knuckle.

“OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddd, she whimpered. Soooooooo
gooood.”

Her ass was lifting from the seat as her hips thrust up
against my hand. My fingers were plunging into her cunt in
rhythmic motion, trying to match her every thrust.

I felt her body tense, then begin to tremble. Her pussy was
now gripping my fingers. Her cunt was about to explode.

“ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG,” she groaned from deep in her
throat.

She was cumming, Buckets of pussy juice flowing from between
her legs spilling out over my hand and down onto the seat.

“UGH, UGH, UGH,” she grunted as the fragrance of her juices
filled the air around us.

Slowly the orgasm subside and her twitching body was still. I
thought she had passed out.

I looked at her fearfully but her eyes opened with a complete
satisfied look on her face.

“Thank you, she said. You don’t know how much I needed that.”

We departed the plane.. I assumed our paths would never cross
again. I saw her again at the baggage pickup and we both ripped
tags from our luggage and made an exchange..

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