Once outside I practically ran to the car, moving as fast as I could with the cart in front of me. I popped the trunk as we approached the van and threw the groceries in the back, slamming the door shut and pushing the basket away, not caring where it ended up. I turned to make my way around to the driver’s side when I saw that Pamela was sitting in the back seat.
I opened the door to see her leaning up against the backseat window, shirt up and bra already on the floor. She was kneading her breasts with her hands and gave me a little smile when she saw me. “There’s more room back here,” she said.
I scrambled in and closed the car door behind me. “That was embarrassing, huh?” I heard her ask, giggling breathlessly, but I wasn’t interested in talking. I mumbled something to appease her and settled down between her legs, ready to suck on her tits.
I had only done it a few times since the first time she let me taste her milk. Usually I would find her when she was pumping away, and she would let me drink some when the bottles were almost full. Sometimes she would let me do it even when she wasn’t pumping, just a few squirts while she was cleaning up around the house, or in the middle of fixing lunch. And then there were times like this, when we were out and about, where she would start leaking, and she would need me to help her.
I wasn’t complaining; in fact, I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life. I had never tasted something so sweet and warm, and it felt so good to finally have the breasts that I’d fantasized about for years finally within my reach.
I stuck my tongue out, licking just the tip of her nipple, tiny droplets of milk already forming on the hardened buds. I wrapped my lips around one and sucked gently, feeling the familiar stream of creamy liquid flowing over my tongue and down my throat.
My hand was already down my pants; there was no way I could keep myself from jacking off like this, sitting here sucking on my stepmother’s tits. She was moaning softly above me, dirty words falling past her lips in whispers, sending jolts of electricity straight to my hardened cock.
“Yes, baby… suck that tit… god you suck it so good…”
I moved to her other breast and bit down softly on her nipple, making her cry out in that delicious way I liked. My fingers moved over my cock, slicked with precum and radiating heat. I wanted to feel her tits on me, wanted her hot flesh to move over my dick, wanted to get off in a way I couldn’t with just my hand.
I swiped my tongue over her nipple one last time before sitting up and pushing my shorts down past my knees. I moved my underwear and my cock sprung out, red and swollen and glistening. I reached over and grabbed my stepmother’s breast, pulling her forward so that her nipple touched the tip of my cock, grazing it over the head, watching the tiny rivulets of milk spiral down the engorged shaft.
I was making a mess but I didn’t care; this was so hot, and I needed to cum badly. Suddenly that thought took precedence in my mind, and my hand went to the top of my stepmother’s head, pushing it down until her mouth was positioned right above my cock.