The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the small nursing room. Sarah Hill, a radiant thirty-seven-year-old woman with strawberry blonde hair and dark blue eyes, sat comfortably in a rocking chair, cradling her newborn son, Daniel, in her arms. Her full, milk-swollen breasts were exposed, offering their nourishment to her child. Ethan Clarke, her fiancé, stood silently by, his pale blue eyes fixated on the intimate scene before him. At twenty, he was much younger than Sarah, but the age difference only added to the intensity of their passion.

As Daniel suckled at his mother's breast, his tiny hands clenching and unclenching as he drank his fill, Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and love for her little family. Ethan, tall and slim with shy blue eyes and blonde hair, had a quiet intensity about him that always intrigued her. She knew he possessed a unique ability to read minds, and his reserved nature only added to his mystique. Despite their age gap, their connection was undeniable, and it only grew stronger when they welcomed their child into the world.

Finally, with a gentle burp, Daniel finished feeding and snuggled into his mother's arms, his tiny eyelids fluttering as he fell asleep. Sarah smiled down at her son, her heart overflowing with love. She gently disentangled his mouth from her nipple, a drop of milk forming at the tip, and brought her shirt up to cover herself.

"He's all yours now," Sarah whispered to Ethan, knowing his peculiar fascination with her breast milk. She often caught him staring at her breasts when she was nursing, and it excited her to no end. Despite her worries about their age difference, Ethan's adoration for her and their child was evident in his actions.

Ethan approached his fiancée slowly, his eyes never leaving the swollen mounds of her breasts. He knelt before her, his eyes level with her lap, and gently took Daniel into his arms. The baby stirred but remained asleep, his little mouth opening and closing as he dreamed.

Ethan possessed the rare gift of reading minds, allowing him to know others deeply. However, this gift came with a curse: he could only speak three words at a time. This limitation made communication challenging, often leading people to mistakenly assume he was slow or dimwitted. But Sarah knew this wasn't the case. Ethan possessed a vast depth of knowledge, his wisdom surpassing his years.

"Growing fast," Ethan murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. Without taking his eyes off Sarah, he carefully laid their son down in the crib nearby, covering him with a soft blanket.

"I know," Sarah replied, her heart fluttering as she anticipated what was to come. She bit her lip, her eyes glittering with a mixture of love and lust as she watched Ethan return to her side.

Ethan reached out and gently cupped the tit that little Daniel had fed from. He gently squeezed a few drops of creamy, white hindmilk. Ethan loved sucking the remaining milk that Daniel couldn't finish. It was the creamy stuff at the end of the feeding, and he savored the taste, which he likened to a warm, melted vanilla milkshake with a hint of what she had eaten prior.

Sarah let out a soft moan as Ethan began to massage her breast, his touch firm yet gentle. She leaned back in the rocking chair, her head falling back as he teased her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. A drop of milk formed and dripped down to her belly, and Ethan quickly leaned down to lap it up with his tongue.

"Mmm," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the warm, creamy milk straight from the source.

Sarah threaded her fingers through his blonde hair, guiding him closer, her hips shifting in the chair. She loved the way Ethan worshipped her body, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of her sensitive skin. As he nursed at her breast, she could feel the wetness between her thighs, her core throbbing with need.

Ethan's free hand roamed down her body, his fingers teasing the waistband of her pants. He slipped his hand inside, his fingers sliding through her wet folds, massaging her clit with slow, deliberate circles. Sarah moaned, her back arching as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

"That's it," Ethan whispered, his mouth never leaving her breast.

His fingers worked their magic, sliding in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Sarah's breath quickened, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The pleasure built inside her, a coiling tension that begged to be released.

"Oh, Ethan—I'm close," she panted, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Ethan hummed in response, his mouth now latched to her other breast, drawing strongly as he swallowed her milk. The vibrations sent spurts of pleasure through her, and she cried out as the orgasm hit her, waves of bliss washing over her body.

Ethan continued to lap at her breasts, milking her with his mouth, his fingers still stroking her sensitive clit, drawing out her pleasure. Sarah's body trembled, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she rode out the intense sensations.

Finally, when she thought she could take no more, Ethan pulled away, his lips and chin glistening with her milk. He stood before her, his eyes dark with desire, his breath ragged.

"Your turn," Sarah whispered, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She exposed his chest, pale and lean, and leaned forward to press soft kisses against his skin.

Ethan hissed as her lips trailed down his body, her hands working on the button of his jeans. She wanted to taste him, to return the pleasure he had just given her. With a quick tug, she pulled his pants down, his hard length springing free.

Sarah wrapped her hand around his shaft, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to the tip. Then, with a lustful moan, she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock.

Ethan groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her mouth was hot and wet, and the sensation of her lips and tongue sent electricity coursing through his body. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as she worked her magic.

"Sarah, I'm—" Ethan gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as he lost himself in the pleasure.

Sarah hummed in response, taking him deeper, her hand pumping the base of his shaft. And then, with a cry, Ethan came, his cum exploding into her mouth. Sarah swallowed, savoring the taste of him, milking him dry with her skilled mouth.

As his breath calmed, Ethan opened his eyes to see Sarah looking up at him, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. He pulled her up to stand before him, crushing her to his chest as he kissed her passionately. He could taste himself on her lips, and the thought only fueled his desire for her more.

Breaking the kiss, Ethan picked Sarah up in his arms and laid her gently on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over their bodies as he gazed down at the woman he loved, his heart, and his dick, full to bursting.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with wanting.

Sarah spread her legs in invitation, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Take me, Ethan. Make me yours."

Ethan positioned himself between her thighs, his hard cock throbbing as he rubbed the head against her slick entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid inside her, filling her completely.

He then lost all strength and collapsed on the bed beside her. He struggled to move, but he was in an incapacitated daze. He managed to roll onto his back and instantly fall asleep.

Sarah took a moment to study her husband's young face as he slept, his facial muscles relaxed. He looked so innocent. She couldn't help but feel a wave of maternal love towards him. She snuggled up to him, placing her head on his chest. As she listened to his heartbeat, she could feel her boobs slowly refilling with fresh warm milk.

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The next day, Ethan began his morning by preparing breakfast for Sarah and Tommy, her eleven-year-old son from a previous relationship. Tommy’s father had tragically passed away when Tommy had just been a few weeks old, leaving Sarah to raise him on her own. As Ethan moved gracefully around the kitchen, Sarah watched him with a mix of admiration and concern. He expertly made fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and golden-brown pancakes topped with fresh berries, all accompanied by a side of freshly squeezed orange juice.

When the meal was ready, Ethan plated the food and served it to Sarah and Tommy. "Eat," he said with a warm grin.

"Where's your breakfast, hun?" Sarah asked, noticing the empty spot at the table where Ethan should have been eating. Her voice carried a hint of sternness.

"Eat later," he replied, his words brief, as always.

Her expression shifted to one of worry. "Babe, I love that you take such good care of us, but you can't just live on coffee and cigarettes. You need to eat something real."

"Yeah, Dad, you're way too skinny," Tommy chimed in, nodding in agreement with his mom.

Ethan glanced at Sarah and Tommy, not wanting to add to their concerns. With a reluctant sigh, he served himself a small portion, even though breakfast was never his favorite meal. He usually reserved his appetite for lunch and dinner.

Ethan ruffled Tommy's hair affectionately, then turned his gaze to Sarah. "All good," he said softly, offering her a reassuring smile.

Sarah put a hand on Ethan's arm. "Thanks, honey."

Ethan sensed that Sarah was thinking about emptying her full breasts. As he ate, he heard, "Oh god, my milk is flowing."

Ethan and Tommy's attention shifted to her boobs, her blouse soaking wet with spots the size of dinner plates.

"Breakfast ready," Ethan gave a mischievous grin. He guided Sarah to the living room where he began to suckle her breasts, downing the warm, watery foremilk that filled his mouth. After a few minutes of feeding, her milk flow slowed and it became thick and very creamy. He continued to nurse as she gazed lovingly at him, her hands rustling through his shaggy hair.

As he fed, Ethan could sense their newborn son's hunger. He stopped feeding.

"Everything okay, hun?" Sarah asked, noticing her milk on Ethan's lips and in his facial stubble.

"Daniel hungry," he said. "Need feed him."

"Of course," she said, pulling up her bra and shirt, then making her way to the nursery.

Ethan cleaned his face up then headed outside. He lit a cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs with that sensational burn that he loved. Taking a gulp of his coffee, he thought about how perfect his life was. He had a partner, a stepson, and a child of his own. He had it all and at the young age of twenty.