#thematernityward

It was another sunny day on the Brown Farm and Emmylou was hard at work. She fed her animals and picked the veg from the ground, as she always did, and worked up quite a sweat. She went to the barn to cool off with a bucket of water. But as she was relaxing, she felt a pain in her Demin shorts.

She hadn't expected this surge. The baby was sleeping soundly in his bassinet, finally succumbing to exhaustion after a particularly fussy afternoon. Usually, he nursed every two hours, a tiny, demanding monarch. Today, he decided on a longer reign of slumber, leaving Maxine feeling like a human dairy cow, overdue for milking.

The weight of the sleepless night she had, compounded by the insistent ache in her breasts, was a heavy cloak. Sighing, she unbuttoned her blouse, each snap echoing in the sudden quiet of her classroom. She peeled it off, tossing it onto a desk. Next came the bra, the underwire digging into her skin a constant reminder of her overflowing milk supply. With a flick of the wrist, the clasp gave way, and her large and swollen breasts sprang free, the taut skin glistening faintly in the soft light. They were heavy, swollen with milk, each movement a dull throb.

She didn't think anyone would be here so early, as she was usually the first one at school

Sighing, she reached for one swollen breast, cupping it gently. The skin felt tight, almost translucent. A drop of milk, pearly white, beaded at the nipple. Guilt pricked at her. Leo should be here, drawing comfort and sustenance. But he wasn't, and the pressure was becoming unbearable.

With a practiced hand, she began to massage the engorged tissue, working from the outer edges towards the nipple. The movement was soothing, a small act of rebellion against the discomfort. Soon, a steady stream of milk began to flow, swirling into the bathwater like liquid pearl.

The relief was immediate and profound. She continued, her movements rhythmic and efficient. The sound of the milk hitting the water was a soft, comforting splash. She imagined Leo's tiny hands, his soft lips latched on, the contented sighs that followed. Lost in thought, she didn't notice the bathroom door creak open. They stood silhouetted in the doorway, watching as she massaged her globe like breasts.

“it’s okay, i’ll take care of you,” she promises her sweet girl, looming over her as her thick cock slides tenderly along her baby girl’s little snatch. “be good, spread your legs for mommy’s cock,” zoey cooes, kissing her possession’s cheek. “you can go back to school after, if you really want. but right now you’ll do as mommy says.” a hand calmly smooths down her side & holds her little girl’s hip in place as she begins to own her, sliding her thick cockhead back & then into her delicious cavern and making her hers for life. cock splitting her apart to take what belongs to her. “relax. mommy knows best. and you’ll make mommy a different kind of mommy too. do you understand, princess?”

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