Breastfed

Jess looked confused as her mom sat down on a chair which was right in front of the door. Jess looked confused until her mom pulled off her shirt, and unsnapped her bra. Her big firm melons were on full display as she pulled Jess over to her lap. Jess’s face turned bright red as she realized her mom’s intentions.

Jess watched as her mom prepared for a moment before leaning forward, her right boob just centimeters from Jess’s face. Jess squirmed in embarrassment, wanting to escape as her mom’s boob pushed against her face. Her lips made contact with her nipple, and Jess had **** but to start sucking.

Jess couldn’t believe she was drinking her own mom’s milk at college age, in front of basically the whole school. She felt her mom’s hand tickle her sides. Jess couldn’t help but let out a giggle as milk sputtered all over. Jess continued to suck on her mom’s boob until finally she was done, but then her mom repositioned her so that she laid in front of her left boob. Jess cried as she sucked that one too.

She could hear everyone roaring with laughter as they watched. It didn’t help that as Jess drank, her new diaper turned a darker color as the milk worked its way right through her body and into her diaper.

Finally her mom lifted her from her position and out her bra and shirt back on. “Alright, Jess. I believe Samantha is able to take over, so you’ll be in her care. Behave. If I hear you give Samantha too much trouble, I’ll come over and continue your punishment. And you won’t like it if I have to do that.”

Jess nodded. “Yes, mom. I promise to be… a good little girl.”

“Attagirl,” Amelia said kissing Jess on the forehead and then the cheek. “Remember I can always tell your little friends about all your embarrassing little moments. Like how you ran naked-.”

“MOM!” Jess cried. “Please. I understand. Please don’t tell about my embarrassing moments.”

“Ran naked around the pool when you were younger because you forgot your swimsuit and thought that was the better solution,” Amelia finished saying.

Jess face burned as Samantha openly giggled. “I would love to hear more stories, Mrs Adams,” Samantha said.

“Please call me Amelia. And I have another story about how Jess wet the bed at a sleepover,” Amelia said.

“Oh….” Samantha said.

“She was 18,” Amelia said.

“MOM! Stop!” Jess cried.

Samantha giggled. “Oh my… tell me more.”

“She called me in the middle of the night saying that she had wet the bed. She needed me to come pick her up. I complied and found her pants were absolutely soaked. She insisted it was just one time. Believe me, it wasn’t,” Amelia said. “There was even a time where I discovered brown stains in her panties. Now I’m not entirely sure, but it looked to me like they were… scrubbed off. And not just skid marks.”

“Mom!” Jess cried as Samantha laughed.

“We kept a calendar,” Amelia said as she pulled out her phone. “As you can see, there’s not a single smiley face. Jess usually wets herself. If they’re not soaked, they’re usually still wet from leaks.”

Samantha giggled as Jess writhed in embarrassment. “Oh I know, trust me,” Samantha said. “When I insisted Jess wear diapers after the 5th accident, she tried to deny that she needed diapers. I checked her pants that moment, and they were soaked.”

“That’s not true! That never happened!” Jess cried.

“Don’t make me spank you again, Jessica,” Amelia said. “I will not tolerate your lies any longer.”

Samantha smiled. “It’s okay, Amelia. I understand that sometimes babies like Jess feel insecure and embarrassed because they need diapers for longer than expected. Anyways, I should get Jess here to her next class.”

“Let me know if you need any assistance,” Amelia said.

Jess whimpered as Samantha pulled her along in just a diaper, not even a top to hide under.