Funny thing about breastfeeding; When my pussy contracts violently from a deeply felt multiple orgasm, my milk begins to flow profusely and rapidly. It spurts in all directions, nourishing all who suckle. Some days are harder than others, when disappointments can happen.But my brats know they can rely on me, and because I never truly stopped breast feeding my son, there were days when he would return home from school or baseball practice after a shitty experience, and he knew he could drink from his Mama’s tits for comfort and I could make everything ok. One time, not too long ago, I went to a try-outs to cheer for my son and his best friend.They both had friendly competition between them. And even though he gave it his all, and so did his friend Kevin, neither was chosen for the team. It devastated my baby. Before we left the field that day, in front of some of the remaining parents, the coach and a few recruiters; I pulled my tank top down slowly to reveal my swollen pink nippled milk-bags to my honey and his friend. My son took the lead of course and immediacy latched on to my swellers and drank deep long swigs of his mother’s goodness. Soon, after watching for a few minutes in amazement , Kevin asked shyly “Ms Volar can I drink some titty milk too?” “Of course you can!” I exclaimed, “This is what my tits are for! But Kevin it wont taste like cow milk ok? It will be warm and sweet like my pussy” I lifted my denim cut-offs slightly to one side so he could see my glistening cunt reflect off the sun. Soon Kevin drank his fair share. Both the boys, sitting on the bleachers, in the warm breeze of summer for all the world to see.I still continue to titty feed. Even though this happened a few years ago, before my baby was accepted to high school, my milk supply is just as plentiful as ever.
