Milked To The Max

By Lyla Luray

Lana Jameson's lactating breasts are out of control, constantly leaking and squirting streams of sweet, creamy delicious milk. She's also young and insatiably horny, and her older husband Martin just can't keep up.

But one day, Martin catches her in bed with Kyle, the 18 year old kid from next door. Lana's amazed to find out that Martin's been lusting after her lactating breasts all along, and he's more than willing to share with Kyle. But first, Martin needs to reassert his dominance as the man of the house!

This 7300 word erotic story of lactation sex and milking sex contains explicit scenes of uncontrollable lactation from a mother's milk-swollen breasts, a pair of sensitive lactating teats being squeezed and suckled by two eager and demanding horny men, and a sizzling M/M/F threesome in which a lactating woman gets spit-roasted and pounded to the max!

EXCERPT:

He was silent for a long moment, during which I could feel Kyle watching us nervously. Finally, Martin said softly, "What if you could have both of us?"

I gasped. "You mean—"

His eyes narrowed, and the world tilted as he picked me up in his arms and lowered me to the bed. I landed gently on my back, stunned in more ways than one, as Martin knelt between my legs. He glanced up at Kyle. "Kiss her," he ordered.

"Dude, are you serious?" Kyle sounded shocked, but also intrigued and turned on.

Milk was flowing from my breasts in heavy streams now. The thick, creamy smell of it rose into the air above me, and as I watched Martin's face, I saw his nostrils flare.

"Kiss her right now, dammit," Martin told Kyle.

Kyle obeyed immediately. He dipped his tongue between my lips, then fused our mouths together. Martin watched for a few moments.

Kyle's kiss quickly got me hot and throbbing between my legs. Then I felt Martin's lips on me.

Usually whenever Martin suckled me it was purely foreplay for my benefit—to give me pleasure and get me wet and ready for other things. This time, I sensed that it was all for him. There was a greedy hunger and possessiveness in the way he captured my flesh in his mouth. His suckling was sloppy and urgent, his tongue churning around to capture all of the leaking, flowing milk.

He switched to the other breast and grunted to Kyle, "Suck her."

"Oh, God," Kyle said faintly, before his mouth covered the breast Martin had just left....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyla Luray
• Release date: Jul 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781502245410

Lyla Luray

Lyla Luray loves sex, love, words about sex, and words about love. She primarily writes erotica and erotic romance, but often likes to mix it up. During cold winter months, Lyla snuggles up with her husband in their home on the US East Coast. Alternatively, she'll take a holiday at a tropical beach. She's not picky. Lyla also loves hearing from readers! Please say hello at lyla.luray[at]gmail.com or http://lylaluray.com

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Milked To The Max

by Lyla Luray

Copyright 2013 by Lyla Luray

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All rights reserved. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Is that Stewart kid coming over already? My husband paused in the middle of pouring cream into his coffee and squinted out the kitchen window.

I suppressed the shiver of sexual excitement that ran through me. I asked Kyle if he could look at the rocking chair, I said casually. It's been wobbling a little bit and it makes Oscar cranky when I nurse him.

Martin grunted, already distracted by his iPhone. His salt and pepper hair was all I could see of him as he turned away from me.

I'll just go meet Kyle at the door, I said, still ultra-casual. Don't want the doorbell to wake Oscar up.

I ran my hands over my breasts and hips as I hurried to the foyer. I hadn't had time to dress yet because Oscar, my five month old, had been fussy all night and I'd only just gotten him settled for a morning nap. I was only wearing a short silky robe over a pair of panties. My breasts, huge and swollen with milk, threatened to spill out of the robe's loose plunging neckline. It was a pretty skimpy outfit even for breakfast, not to mention for supervising the hired help.

Not that Martin had noticed.

Not that you need him to notice anymore.

I opened the front door just in time to see Kyle coming up the porch steps. My breath caught.

Even now, weeks into what could only be called Our Torrid and Scandalous Affair, it still amazed me how gorgeous Kyle Stewart had become. He was only fifteen when I first married Martin Jameson and moved in next door to Kyle's family. Now he was eighteen, getting ready for college in the fall, and he looked like a young man just hitting the prime of his life: tall and slim and strong, eager for new experiences.

And he was only a few years younger than me. A married housewife with a baby and a much older husband.

Kyle's brown eyes crinkled as he grinned at me. I know I'm early, he said, but I just couldn't wait to see you. He kept his voice low, but I