We Said Never: A Taboo Romance

I have only ever known what milk tastes like when it is coming from a bottle. Store-bought, microwaveable alpha milk has been my only means of survival for years, and now I’m realizing that real alpha milk tastes nothing like store-bought milk, even the way it sits on the tongue is different, there is a smooth thickness to it. Creamy and warm as it slides down my throat, filling my tummy, banishing the waves of heat in my veins.

Gently, I cradle Lora’s left breast as I suckle from her right, giving it a gentle squeeze and what I’m certain is the most melodious moan I have ever heard, pours out from her, making me shiver. I can feel the slight tremble in her thigh, the heat spreading from between her legs, and when I open my eyes to get just a little glimpse at her face, my dick hardens. Lora’s head is slightly thrown backward as she bites her lips, and the way her face twists with passion elicits all sorts of desires from my core.

It’s difficult to think while being breastfed, her breasts are full and engorged with milk, making it easy to suckle and squeeze. They are comforting, squishy and so lustful. I keep my lips tender around her nipple, something naive and coy about the way I’m sucking, even to my ears, the sounds of my suckling are so fulfilling, and in no time, my briefs are soaked with wetness, the knot loosening at the tip of my dick as the world around me spins.

I am enamored by just how relaxed my body gets with each suck, as though I’m wrapped in a blanket of warm clouds and felt to float under the warmth of the sun. It’s dizzying and immensely satisfying.

I try to keep my eyes shut, focus on her breasts and only her breasts, but several times I fail, dragging my gaze back to her incredibly elegant features. Her brows are slightly furrowed, but everything else is relaxed and calm. Her soft moans are impossible to bear they are dragging further deep, making me harder as I curl my toes in a bid to fight my need to reach over, slowly unzip my trousers, and let my dick out.

I press my knees together and fight the urge. I can’t allow myself to reach for more than she is capable of giving me. When she offered to breastfeed me, I didn’t think things would get this intense very quickly. I had thought it would be possible to suckle without savage sexual desires, just the same way there was no urge to sexual release when I drank from a bottle. But this is different. Way intense and overwhelming.

Without thinking I reach for the left hand of her nightdress and pull it down. My hand has been fondling it through her dress for a while now and now I’m aching for a little more. I want to suckle from both her breasts, squeezing gently as I take turns on them. They are both so full and soft; maybe I’m a little greedy. Maybe I’m crossing a line I will not be able to come back from, but I need more. My entire body screams for it, calls for it.

Without missing a beat, my lips leave her right breast for her left, my body turning and adjusting until I’m comfortable enough to suck her left breast while fondling her right. With every second, my patience weakens and I fight to continue keeping my sucks gentle, but they are faster now, seeking to claim every last drop of milk from her breasts and the need worsens the situation between my legs, making me so stiff, a slight pain grips my tip.

A loud muffled moan rips through me as I wriggle against her body, the milk dripping carelessly from my mouth each time I try to take a break, and for a moment, it feels like I am slipping into madness, like I’m losing my fucking mind.

Letting go of her right breast, I palm my dick through the fabric of my trousers and fill my mouth with milk. The pain of keeping all that contained is overwhelming and squeezing hard will me control the pain because I don’t want to stop sucking, heavens, I never want to stop. Not now, not when she runs out of milk.

“Nolan…” she whispers through a moan.

“Mommy…” Saying the word while nursing from her is overwhelmingly good and for a second, I contemplate crossing that line, digging my hand into my trousers and stroking myself until I’m fully relieved of the ache.

The thought is swept away from my mind when Lora’s gentle hand begins to pull me away from her nipple, from her bosom. I leave my eyes closed, reluctant to open them as I savor the taste of her milk still on my tongue. It all feels like a dream, an experience that is too good to be true, and I don’t want to open my eyes and ruin it. I want to hang on to this moment for as long as I possibly can. It’s ending too soon.

Lora rises from the sofa and begins fixing her dress, taking a few steps away from me, and though it’s all woozy in my head I fight to pin my focus on her. I want to see what thoughts lace her mind. A little guilt swirls in my gut.

“Loranne,” I call, sitting up.

“We should call it a night. You must be exhausted, you need to get some sleep.”

“This is the best I have felt in a very long time.”

“I’m glad you feel better, Nolan. We should stop here.”

I nod. “Okay.” My heart palpates even though my body is finally calm enough to relax. “I’m so sorry, Loranne. I’m so so so sorry.”

“Don’t do that,” she says, keeping her eyes on the wall.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Nothing, Nolan.”

I leave my eyes on her for a few seconds, not sure what to do with myself except feel like a complete idiot for being pushy and over-demanding. This is not how I thought things would go. I wanted to do better with her after forcing us to drift apart over the years. I rise from the sofa and start toward the stairs before my legs stop.

Turning around, I find Lora’s eyes almost immediately. “Has it always been only me?”

“What?”

“Does a world exist where you have ever looked at me as someone that be more to you? Because I could be, Lora.”

“I don’t know how to look past what we are.”

My brows shoot up. “Does that mean you want to you? Have you considered it?”

“You’re like a son to me, Nolan.”

“Yes…” I take a step forward. “You say that all the time. Are you trying to remind me or yourself?”

“Nolan…”

“I felt you like never before… your needs… your desires… Those were not the feelings of someone who detests what I feel for you.”

“Don’t.”

“Why not?” My hands reach for her and she turns away. “Loranne please.”

“I don’t want to ruin you, Nolan… You should be with someone your age, someone who can understand the world the way you do, someone you can explore, and learn with, someone who can—”

“I don’t want to be with someone who understands the world the way I do. I want to be with you. I want to see the world through your eyes and learn the things that matter to you.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not fair to you. It’s not right.”

A few steps forward, and I’m close enough to bring my forehead to hers, her warm breath brushing against my lips as she exhales. I can still smell her pheromones, still feel her warmth, and once again I’m aching to be in her arms, to intertwine our bodies and let her touch soothe me. Everything in me aches and twists with the need until my fingers are wrapping around hers.

“For today, then…” I whisper. “Let’s pretend I’m someone else. Let’s pretend you weren’t the woman who raised me. I can go back to being your son tomorrow.” Her gaze meets mine and I melt. “Tonight, let me be anyone else.”

“Someone else?” she mutters after inhaling a sharp breath and I nod.

“Someone else.”

Something snaps between us, Lora throws her arms around my shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, she pins me to the wall, our bodies colliding in a heat wave as her lips meet mine. Heavens, I’m kissing Loranne. There is a moment when I don’t realize that is what’s happening, and when my brain finally connects the dots, my skin is set ablaze.

“I can do that,” she mutters in our kiss. Though I’m certain when the day breaks, crossing this line will forever change everything between us, I do not for the life of me ever want her to stop kissing me.

Her hands eagerly guide mine to her breasts and I squeeze gently, her warm milk soaking through the cotton fabric. Her kisses continue to my neck, sucking deeply until she is right at the spot where she marked me seven years ago, and before I can think Lora bites my mark, the pain re-awakening my once-satiated heat, and I gasp a moan, my knees giving away below me. She keeps her bite tight until I am on the floor, spread out below her.

I have only ever read about alpha-induced heat in cheesy erotic novels. It’s a fantasy I never thought I’d one day experience. It’s different than any heat I have ever endured, there is no pain to it, to tightness, rather a feral ache to make myself pliant for my alpha’s use. My knot completely loosens, my limbs are weak, my brain in a hazy fog. It’s a high I could ride for the rest of my life.

Satisfied with her bite, her lips find mine, kissing me in a rush, her hands traveling everywhere across my body, scratching, squeezing.

“You’ve grown so much. You’re a man now, aren’t you?” Lora whispers in my ear and I shudder, nodding.

“Yes, Mommy…” I breathe. “But I’m still your little boy, right? I’m still your baby?”

“Always,” she answers, licking at my bite wound. “Always, sweetheart.”

She brings her breast to my mouth and my heart melts as my lips attach to her nipple, sucking steadily, filling my mouth with milk as she moans, gently stroking rubbing my dick with palm.

“My good little boy…”

My heart swells to the point of explosion and I curl my toes, shuddering almost convulsively as I leak into my briefs, every suck driving me wild. Whimpers and moans are not enough to calm the sweet storm brewing inside me, no amount of letting it out is enough.

Slowly, she lowers my trousers and palms my dick, gently stroking as I suckle. The pleasure is increasingly difficult to withstand, yet I can’t get enough. I keep reaching for more, way more than my body can handle as I suckle. It

Giving her breast a break, I reach for her thigh and give it a tight squeeze, then her waist, her side rolls, I want to immerse myself in her, give my body and soul to her, I never want this night to end, having Lora in my arms while breastfeeding is a fairytale come true and I don’t know how to stop—I never want this to stop.

“Heavens, you’re lips are so warm… so good with me,” she moans, throwing me into a whirlwind of pleasure. I’ll do anything—anything, to hear Lora praise me this way, the words make me come alive in a way I have never felt, seeping deep into my bones, my veins as it turns me to mush.

Her hand guides mine between her legs, I pull her soaked panties to the side and palm her pussy, the wetness soaking my finger, making it easy to rub her clit as she moans.

I want her on my face, her wetness in my mouth, her weight crushing me. I want to know what Lora tastes like, feels like. I want to know how what laces her fantasies and how to make every one of them come true, it’s a need that consumes me as I reach deeper into her to feel her folds.

“You want your mother’s pussy too?” Lora whispers against my ear with a little chuckle and I groan, working my hand up and down her clit.

“Fuck…” I mutter. “Mommy… yes… yes, please.”

“You think you’re man enough to have Mommy’s pussy?”

My toes curl tight, something in me exploding. It’s the way she’s using those words, wielding them like a weapon against my sanity, and my body feels crushed under the weight of it all. Why does it feel so right? So pure?

“Yes, Mommy.” I suckle, filling my mouth with more milk, the sweetness of it on my tongue tangling along beautifully with the sweetness of her words in my ear. My fingers steadily increase their tempo as I rub her clit in slow circles, wishing her to reward me with louder moans as I suckle. “Do you like that, Mommy?” I bite down on my lip, finding it very difficult to speak amidst the combusting pleasure. “Am I doing well with your pussy?”

Lora grunts a moan, shaking above me, her breasts dangling free. Without offering the praise I’m so desperately searching for, Lora leans away from me, cupping her breasts as she straightens and I watch her beautiful curvy frame rise in the dimness, my eyes soaking every line of her.

She presses my dick against her clit, rubbing it through the fabric of her panties and I exhale a moan, shivering and biting my lips.

“Mommy… mommy…” I mutter, my hips moving with the rhythm of hers.

“You’re man enough to make me so wet now, hmm?”

“Yes… yes… Mommy,” I pant.

“You’ve grown.”

“Yes… yes… I have.”

She presses my tip against her hole and I grunt, wriggling beneath her with pleas from overwhelm. “Is this what you want, mmh? Do you want to fuck your mother’s pussy.”

“Yes… please yes, Mommy.”

Lora drops back down and kisses me, hard and tight before dropping to the side and guiding me to climb on top of her.

She grabs me by the jaw and pulls me in for a kiss before whispering, “Show Mommy how well you’ve grown.”

Those words send me into a frenzy. I drop my face into the crook of her with a whimper as my right hand pulls her wet panties to the side, allowing my dick press against her drenched pussy. We both exhale a large moan before I am pushing my rock-hard dick into her warm folds, trembling and moaning as I slide in.

“Good boy,” she croons. “Such a good boy.”

Her words weaken my limbs and for a moment I drop my weight on her, shaking, folding my palm tight to hold back myself, because I’m barely halfway into her and it already feels like I’m about to come completely undone. I palm her breasts for comfort, trying to get myself to calm down. I want to be good for her, and more than anything, I want to impress her, but it all feels good to endure.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Lora whispers, sensing my hesitation.

I shake my head. “Nothing, Mommy.”

She lifts my face to look into my eyes and then very slowly, a smile spreads across her lips. “You don’t have to hold back, sweetheart.”

“I…” I exhale. “I want you to be proud of me.”

Her kiss is gentle and for a few minutes, she kisses deeply as I fondle her leaking breasts, letting it be a safe place for my anxiety.

“Be a good boy,” she says through kisses, “fill me up.” Her hands grab my ass and before I know it, she pushes me all the way in.

Both of us shudder.

Both of us exhale loud moans.

She is so warm, So slick. The sweet sensation travels through my body as I make a few thrusts driving myself further into the depths of sweet madness. I try pulling back, escaping, saving myself from what I think would come next, but Lora’s grip on my ass is tight, her legs hook around my thigh, forcing me to stay in place, forcing me to keep thrusting, and just when I think I can manage to pull away, her knot loosens and swallows the tip of my dick, locking my knot in hers and sucking.

I gasp loud moans, keeping my thrusts steady, fucking her evenly as her knot keeps me in place.

“Here you go…” She guides my lips to her left breast. “You don’t have to think about anything else. Just suck and fuck. Can you do that for me, baby?”

I nod, latching on easily to her left nipple and sucking, filling my mouth with milk as I thrust into her pussy. Her knot tightens around me and I suck tighter, my moan smothered by sucking, hers loud enough to deafen me.

In slow steady strides, I pound into her, one hand holding onto her by the shoulders, the other squeezing the breasts I’m sucking, the pleasure so sweet I can’t feel anything past it. I love the smell of her pussy, the taste of her milk, the feel of her skin in my hand, like silk, slipping through my fingers. The wet sounds of her pussy are invigorating, attempting to fill my blank mind with lewd fantasies of burying my face between her legs where I’m certain her pheromones are most prominent, smearing it around my face and never washing it off.

Her hips are encouraging, demanding, consuming, and though I know I will not last long because I’m already tethering very closely to the edge, I could do this all night. I could fuck her until my heart completely gives out, until her pussy is so wonderfully stretched and filled with my cum.

With a soft smack, my lips leave her nipple so my eyes can take in the curves of her as I fuck. There is a delicateness along the lines of her fierce features. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted as she moans. She arches her waist against the ground, perking her breasts forwards as if demanding I keep sucking her, and I want to, nothing feels better than sucking and fucking, but I need to know that at least I’m doing something right tonight.

“Mommy… am I fucking you well? Am I taking good care of your pussy?”

She grunts out a moan but offers no reply, her breasts bouncing freely as I fuck, inviting me back to her but I need to hear her say it.

“Please tell me I’m doing fucking you well? Please, Mommy… Mommy…”

“You are… You are…” she answers, panting. “You’ve grown so much.”

“Mommy…” I shiver.

“Do you think you can make me more proud?”

“Yes…” My pace picks up. “Yes, Mommy…” I fucks harder, crying out whimpers. “I love being inside you.” I kiss her chest. “I have never felt this safe.” My forehead drops my forehead on her chest, fucking deeper, letting her knot consume more of my dick. “You make me feel so safe. I want to be a good boy for you and only you. Make me yours, Lora. Take everything.”

Her knot tightens around my dick, squeezing tight enough to make me throb all over, every nerve is stimulated as it consumes my girth, and my hips do not quit working. I keep fucking her, holding my breath until I feel our knot start to fill with a thick moisture that makes fucking her ten times better. Lora’s breath hitches as she cries a loud moan and from the way her way face twists, I can tell she is claiming an orgasm.

I latch onto her nipple, sucking from her, filling my mouth with milk as I let myself off the edge. In seconds, the waves of an orgasm push its way through me, and the moans from Lora and I tangle along together in a smooth melody. We both shudder, holding onto one another tightly as time vanishes, the rest of the world fading away, a dizzying sweetness taking over my mind.

I can’t tell how long it is before I can think again, only that as I regain some kind of awareness of my surroundings, Lora’s gentle hand is caressing my back. I remain quiet, allowing myself enjoy the warm emotions traveling through me, soaking it all in, not wanting to break free from her touch and end this moment.

It is a few more minutes before I realize I have dumped my entire weight on her, pinning her to the ground, and when I begin to move to adjust, Lora holds me in place.

“You don’t want to do that,” she says, tiredness in her voice.

“Hmm?”

“Our knot is still in place.”

“Oh…” I giggle a little and rest my head back on her chest. “How long till… umm… till it loosens.”

“A while.” She waits a moment. “You’ve never been knotted before?”

I say nothing, shyness washing over me for reasons I’m not fully sure of.

“Nolan?”

“Yes?”

“You heard my question,” she says rather sternly in a tone I remember all too well from my teenage years. Slowly, I shake my head. “You never tried?”

“It wouldn’t take.” I lift my face, placing my chin on her chest. “She wasn’t you. She wasn’t my alpha.”

Her brow creases as though she’s about to frown, but then her face softens with a smile.

“Was I good with you? I mean… we can go again when—”

She kisses my forehead. “The knots going to keep you here for a while. Why not finish the rest of the milk while you wait.”

“Lora…”

“Yes?”

“This is not the end of this, right?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you going to push me away tomorrow?” She sighs, lightly, her gaze traveling somewhere else. “Do you regret this?”

She waits a moment. “We said never.”

“You did. I never said never.”

When her eyes meet mine again, she gently tousles my hair.

“Tomorrow. Let’s see how I feel when the sun rises.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I nod. “We don’t have to figure it out right now. I can wait. I meant it when I said I want to be your friend. I want to know you.”

“You know me,” she answers.

“Some parts of you, not the parts you have kept away from me. There are parts of you tucked away for only yourself, but if you let me, I know I can do good with it.”

Another small smile and then she tousles my hair again.

“When the sun rises, Nolan.”

I chuckle, resting my head back on her chest. “Okay. When the sun rises.”