1. My Mother's Wife


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: purpleshade, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    off with a smacking noise, only to lock onto her lips again instantly in search of the heavenly nectar. Jan's embrace was welcoming, it was accommodating, it was generous. Jan's lips were moist, they were soft, they were supple. Her tongue was warm and slippery. They kissed each other hungrily, kissing the corners, and exchanging saliva. Malcolm unzipped Jan's dress from the back, allowing it to hang loosely around her tummy. The black bra was soft to the touch, the silk shone like a mid-summer's night. The delicate laced material lifted the bust upwards, elevating the plump flabby inhabitants to a majestic hold. The nipples were untamed, protruding through the silk like bullets. Malcolm caressed the nipples with his thumb as his hand rested on the breast. His hand began the rhythmic dance of massage, as he kneaded the pliable dough. Jan was still kissing furiously, "Yes, honey, they're yours, just yours." She managed to get those words out in between kissing and licking Malcolm's face. "Are they, mummy, are they?" Malcolm's voice was somber, the tempo slow. He began to kiss Jan's neck, working his way down to the tops of the shoulders. Malcolm inhaled deeply, the warm musky aroma exuding from the bra straps sent his mind in to oblivion. His tongue experienced an electric current as it licked the worn strap. Jan's plump white flesh was spilling over the fastenings, the flesh was white, it was pink, it was soft and warm. "Ugh, ugh, ugh..." Jan slithered, her head rolling ...
    around, her eyes closed, as she lost all sense of time, location and her own self. The bra straps fell to the side of Jan's shoulders, as if in vicarious anticipation. The precarious straps on the podgy arms resembled a harness, as if commanding Malcolm to indulge in a wild ride. Jan's breasts flopped out with great enthusiasm, with great speed, with great dignity as Malcolm lowered the garment to her torso. Jan's breasts felt emancipated, they felt liberated, they felt 'Malcolm'. Malcolm took mouthy gulps from the dark brown erect nipples. He suckled hungrily, he suckled greedily, he sucked noisily. He pressed his face hard against the soft supple tissue, feeling the cushion of her bosom on his entire face. "All the milk is for you, darling, all for you, take your time." Jan's voice was soft, the tone was mellow, the words were full of her milk. Jan had her head tilted to one side, she was lost in thought as she gently smooched the top of Malcolm's head. Jan lifted Malcolm's chin gently with the tips of her fingers, she drew his mouth towards hers, wanting to taste her own milk on his lips. Malcolm kissed hard, entwining his tongue with hers, as he drooled the milky saliva in to her mouth. Jan swallowed Malcolm's warm sticky saliva, allowing it to pass her throat, allowing it to swim towards her heart. Malcolm was attempting to lift her dress with one hand; the task was hindered by the fact that the dress was a very tight fit, hugging the contours of Jan's 'hour-glass' figure. ...
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