A Mother's Love

by Mr. Lonely

This story never happened, the people in it are not real. The author doesn't recommend anyone cross these lines. It's best to stay fantasy. If you choose to do more, you do it by your own choice, with no help or direction from the author.

My name is Jenny Stevens, by looking at me you think I would just your average 25-year-old women. I have long brown hair, green eyes, and average sized breasts and I keep my self in pretty decent shape. I have a one-year-old daughter name Katelyn that has the cutest light brown hair, green eyes and a sweet smile. All that know me say think I'm a very adoring, loving mother. And they are very right. So I look like the average woman - however I am not.

My sick adventures began a few months back. But before I get to that, I feel I need to let you know what lead me down such a dark path. One I never thought I'd be on. So here's a little history.

My life was going pretty well really, I had a loving husband, had a sweet new baby. However, shortly after her birth, my husband was called to war and with in only three months of active duty, he was killed by a roadside bomb.

I was devastated when I heard the news of his death. I was left all alone with my sweet baby.

Plus, I was really starting to feel the need to be with someone in that special way. You see my husband and I had one of the most active sex lives of anyone I know. We had sex on average three times a day. It wasn't just one of those things where he just wanted it and I was willing to fake it so he could be happy. No, it was often times me who was begging for it. He often said that I had a stronger sex drive than any man he knew. I guess he was probably right.

But because of this, within only a few months of his death, I began needing it badly. But emotionally I wasn't exactly able to just go find another man, or anything, even if it was just for sex.

I was masturbating constantly, but the effects of that started to fade some time back. I needed another person's skin next to mine. Then one night something happened that I had never thought could happen.

I had been laying on my bed, playing with my clit and trying to get off, and began to get frustrated. Because like so many nights before, it really wasn't pushing my over the edge like I longed for. Well, I began to sob. I needed help badly!

Well, in that exact moment my sweet little daughter, who had just turned eight months old, began to cry as well. I was so upset I could hardly even get myself out of bed. But I knew I had to. I never thought about the fact that I was still nude as I walked to her room.

I found her their in her crib, sobbing worse than I was. She had only been dressed in a diaper and a t-shirt, and the diaper was so wet it was leaking down her legs. I figured I might as well just get her a bath then. Maybe it would get my mind off my needs.

So I picked her up and made my way with her back to my bedroom and into my bathroom. I turned on the water in the bathtub, and while it filled I began taking her shirt and soaking wet diaper off.

Once she was undressed, I held her close and stepped into the bath with her. In that moment, she took my nipple into her tiny little mouth for some milk. The stimulation only made my sexual matters worse. I lay back in the tub, remembering my husband sucking on them when suddenly I felt an orgasm rock my body.

I thought to myself "How could this be? With my daughter in my arms I had an orgasm!"

Then I just pushed it off on the fact that I had remembered something. But deep inside I knew it wasn't true. It was the little warm wet mouth on my nipple that did it. I lay back and attempted to push the thoughts from my mind. But as she fed, I began to get so aroused. I got lost in the pleasure and my hand dropped between my legs and I massaged my clit. I looked down at my tiny daughter and for the first time in my life found her to be sexy. I felt almost sick, but yet that didn't stop me from wanting more of this wonderful feeling and more from her.

That's when I lost all control. I pulled her from my breast and began kissing her mouth deeply. It tasted so wonderful! There was a mixture of my milk and her sweet baby saliva and it drove me even wilder, along with the fact that instincts must have kicked in and she began to suck on my tongue as if she were trying to get milk from it. My hand moved from my clit on to hers.

I began to massage it gently, rubbing it in slow, short circles. This seemed to make her suck even harder on my tongue. With that I needed her more than ever. I stood up with shaking legs and stepped out of the tub. I laid her down on my bed and spread her soft little legs wide. I began an oral assault on her tiny baby slit. She tasted so sweet, with a small hint of her pee still remaining. I took as much of her tiny pussy as I could into my mouth as I could, sucking and licking at it as my hands slid under her bottom. I massaged her soft little butt cheeks and she began to giggle and coo. I was soaking wet between my legs, and it sure wasn't from the bath. I needed something to take care of me down there.

Then a twisted idea crossed my mind. I stopped pleasuring her and picked her up. I lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, and then I began rubbing her soft little mound against my nice clean- shaven slit. The pleasure I felt when it bumped my clit felt amazing. I thrust my hips against her as wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body. Finally I laid back and held her close, unable to take any more stimulation. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "I love you, sweetie" and fell asleep for a short time.

When I awoke, I looked down and saw my innocent little daughter asleep on my chest and began to felt sick about what I had just done. The memory of it played over and over in my mind. Much to my dismay, I began to get wet again and found myself about to cross the line once again.

I laid her back on the bed this time and began to lightly rub my pussy against her tiny little face. Her little cheeks shined with my juices. Because of them she began to wake and luckily for me, she was very hungry, because she surprised me by taking my erect clit into her mouth and sucking on it. Her little tongue wiggled against it as if she was trying to get milk out.

It felt so amazing. But I needed something inside me too. So I let her continue to suckle and managed to press her little foot inside of me. She wiggled it around inside and I began to have orgasm after orgasm. Finally I couldn't take any more and pulled away and picked her up and held her in my arms once more.

She began to feed on my milk again, and even though it felt good, it didn't push me too far this time because I was worn out sexually. That's when I knew that there was no going back; I would be doing such things with her often. I began searching for reasons I could come up with that would make it seem alright to do. Finally I found one that I still feel today. Sex is the ultimate form of love and the biggest way of bonding. So she and I share something very special and get a lot of enjoyment from it.

So from that point on, many times a day, she and I make love. I assume we always will unless the day comes where she turns me in or says she doesn't want to anymore. But I pray those days will never come.

So that was my story. I'm sure many of you want to know about more of those nights. But at this time I don't care to tell you of them. I wanted to write this for all of the other mothers that have had this happen so they don't feel alone. I find no real need to tell of every event, but I do hope you enjoyed it.

The End