Summer Storm

Passionstance One
I saw her, yes my sister standing there. She was only 13 but she was far more mature than her young years. I was 21 when I came home for the weekend. It was hot and dry in the southern California desert, and the storms came and washed the hot dry dust into oblivion. Yes I saw her standing there, my darling sister Shelly. She was adorned in a white laces slip and her matching panties. She was not wearing a bra, her breast were straining against the fabric. . Our Mother taught us how to love each other when we were young, and she would allow us to nurse her motherly breast as long as we wanted to. My mother was a perfectly portioned 36C with rounded hips, and I still saw my sister standing there, calling me with her feminine voice, come my sister come ye hither and I will give you erotic rest. We took each others hands and retired to the sofa, all I had on was my panties no bra, out mother wanted that for us, she desired that we would be intimate, loving, and gentle with one another, and we were. Shelly said unto me, my sister darling, mother has induced my milk, my sister dear, my breast are heavy with the milk of my bosom. Drink of me darling Erica, suckle from your sisters breast, I felt a warmth betwixt my thighs at her pleadings, I felt like a new born baby just as I was so long ago. She placed a large pillow on her lap, and she cupped my face as she drew me into her breast. As the lightning and thunder raged outside our window, and as the rain fell, and the dust subsided, I looked into her eyes. My dear sister had a glow that was brighter than the noonday sun, for this morning she was my perfect angel,

Passionstance Two
Our mother had arrived back from her shopping when she saw us on the sofa, her smile and countenance were the only words spoken on this summers morning, "remember when I did that for you my darling daughters". Her soft motherly tone could have launched ten thousand times ten thousand ships, she disrobed in the great room and sat with us while I suckled my sister milky sweet breast. Mothers fingers found me wet with passion and white hot with our shared lesbian desire. Her digits expertly fondled the lips of my labia, and encircled my clitoris, mmm my darling Erica, my daughters vulva is so wet and flushed with passion and want". I continued to suckle my sweet young sisters firm breast, her young milk was sweet to the taste while mother fondled my womynhood into the throes of orgasm. I could not get enough of my sister Shelly's milk, it was so warm as it traveled down my throat into my bosom. Mother Elizabeth's own motherly vulva needed us, her womynly loins ached for her daughters touches. I paused my feeding and began to kiss my mothers inner thighs, massaging her hind quarters though the silkiness of her pink panties. MMM mother you smell so intoxicating as my lips continued up into the further reaches of the place we were when we were born, in her world of magic and miracles. Our passion strayed constantly and without boundary, the ringing of the passions bell had begun. I felt our mothers hips undulate under the pressure of my kisses, "higher my daughter, higher still", she husked. Shelly my sister began cupping our mothers breast taking her nipple into her wanting lips while I found the place of our birth so long ago. "Oh my darlings, oh I wanted this so", as the heart of our mother began pounding right out of her chest. I couldn't help but to notice the milky white fluid that began to flow from our shared birthplace, I placed it on my finger and tasted our mothers juices and found them sweet, my lips found her clitoris, the head of it was hard. I felt my mothers first orgasm she had since the moonrise of her thirty-eighth birthday, she was still young, her desire was awakened to her daughters delicate touches and suckles, her still young motherly body shook with one orgasm after another as we continued our feeding of her.

Passionstance Three
Alas our mother took us both into her secret place, like two gazelle fawns feeding from their mother gazelle, we hungrily fed from her still milk laden breast, nourishing us both physically and spiritually. The passionstance of her daughters only fed her motherly desires as we fondled her, we paused our feeding, we kissed with the milkiness of our mother still remaining on our lips. Our mother stroked our hair as her daughters kissed and fondled one another. Mother found my secret place, and yes I was wet with our shared passion, she began to feed from my clitoris like a lioness going in for the kill. Yes we always made love but this day of days she did not partake of my femininity until this day. Her lips pursed the entrance of my womb I drew my mothers face into my inner sanctuary where lovers before her once worshiped our Goddess our Queen Sappho. My darling sister fed from my breast. My milk began flowing in her and through her as Mothers tongue lapped my nether-loins, my 21 year old body never experienced this, two womyn, mother and daughter, sister and sister we this day were sisters all, and lovers still. My body rocked one sweet orgasm after another while they fed from me until we three were totally spent. Once, twice, thrice, our feminine song rang out into thwe room and filled our home, this day we felt the spirit of Queen Sappho in us and through us as she approved of our lovemaking. This day our Goddess heard our lament, and felt our longings, and this day she wrapped her heart and arms around us three and we gathered into her bosom, and She gave us rest.

This is our Passionstance, Mother and Daughters, Sisters and Sisters, Lovers all, Family Still, Now until the End of Days. We did from that day forward stay together sharing our passionstance, and forever drinking from the wellsprings of our spirits.
Loving our families is not wrong or unnatural, for those families that make passionstance and love together will undeniably stay together until the end of days, and it is then we shall all touch the face of the Goddess that created the Heavens and the Earth, and it is then we shall all be in her bosom for eternity.

Passionstance. Love and Kisses Motherlove LadyErica The End

Forever Simply a Fantasy...? : I Adult Breastfeeding Story & Experience

P assion Stance I

Come my mother , my sister, my love, come feed from the fullness of my bosom. Come my niece, my aunt, come all and nurse my breast. Drink with me, drink your fill, drink from the wellspring of my passion. My darlings the essence of my breast are of the nectar of our Goddess Sappho that the ancient queens partook of so long ago. Come suckle from my overflowing nipples because I know your hunger is white hot as my milk is. Let me feel between your thighs as you suckle and nurse from my breast, let me feel the fever of your soft feminine loins. Fill your spirit with our love and let it be our song we shall sing to the heavens forever and ever. Goddesses all, we are the sisters of the truth, love and longing. We all are the daughters of our blessed Goddess, and we all have fed from her breast the joys and sufferings, passions and pains. Alas we find our breast filled with love, my dear ones suckle and feed our erotic desires. My sweet sister we both are wet, yes I do feel the wetness through our silken prisons. Feed, feed, feed, for we will give one another rest, rest in one another's gentle embrace.

Passion Stance II

As I sit here, I see my sisters, mothers, aunts, nieces, and the young and the mature, my robe falls open. Yes our daughters gaze upon our gentle hills and fertile valley. My daughters look upon me and I am not ashamed nor am I not afraid, for I have born the burden of my passion well. We live in society-stance our our collective knowing of our perfect bliss. We are motherlove all, we are the sisterhood of our legacy. Our Goddess Sappho has taught us well the lessons of the ancient ones, the queens, and the womyn of the Isle. My darling Hannah, I'm with you in spirit where ever you go, to the ends of the earth, to all points between high and low. Come my darling Hannah, come drink with me by the river of our lives. We sit by the river of the blessed, allowing the cool breezes flow through our long flowing hair, we are laid bare, not ashamed, for our fertile valleys and gentle hills are in full view, just like the mothers before us and mothers after we have ascended to our Goddess. As the breezes flow through the valley of lilies, and fields of lavender, my darling Hannah lies in my bosom of eternal peace and rest. As the drops become streams, then as the streams become a torrent, my Hannah has her fill. For my dear Hannah has became fat with our shared passion, and dream-sleeps with our shared love. Her young suppleness and her twin mounds shutter with every gentle touch, I do see the dew of her secret garden, her garden of life. Hannah my dear, let me feed in your garden, let me feed in your secret field of berries and let me drink of your cream. My daughter-love I do hear your coos, and I do feel your moaning, and this day our love will not go unanswered. As my daughter-love has her fill I do explore her secret place, I do feel her smooth belly, and I do cup her round womynly body as it lies in my bosom. Her thighs part as the seas did so long ago, and instead of dry land I find her wellspring full in the folds of her womyn-flesh. My digit finds her secret underneath the folds of her labia. Her vulva has not seen the serpent, her entrance has not seen the noon day sun, for her inner fold is still intact. She drinks still. The digits explore her young womynly vessel with wanton abandonment as her inner flesh begins to part, she pauses her feeding. With a nod of approval the digit travels where the serpent has not been and never will be. My Daughter-Love will join us on the Isles, and our home will be in her fertile valley. Our home will be by the river that runs white like the lily of the field, and flows into the sea of our golden dew. Alas I have conquered the desire of the serpent, the digit retreats only for a moment as her scent remains, then the digit returns. Motherlove she cries, oh Motherlove, please enter into my inner sanctum, Motherlove, come into my sanctuary and worship our Goddess with me! My Passion Filled Breast rose once again, and the digit with one gentle thrust unlocked the door to my daughter-love's inner sanctum. The girl I once knew is no more for it is the womyn I know now, her face shines brighter and her breast glows hotter than the noon day sun. No longer just my daughter-love now a sister, now my lover, her lips parted and we kissed passionately with every gentle thrust of the digit. Her flower turned from the pale white of the girl I once knew to a rose colored hew of my young womyn-love. My digit became two, then three, as her hips rose to meet every loving thrust as i came into her inner world to worship at our altar of our Goddess. I heard her cries of the sweetness and felt the sighs of relief and peace as my Hannah's fertile womb began to flow like a torrent. She was not visited by the serpent this day, the sixteenth anniversary of her birth, she was visited by all the womyn of the Isle as I felt their spirits flow through me into her feminine womb.