28 comments/ 632862 views/ 159 favorites Breastfeeding Me By: mamamilklover Erica and Jim, and Karen and I have been friends for a long time. Our families go to the park together with their children, celebrate holidays together, and only live a few miles from each other. Erica married Jim right out of high school and they have been married for 6 years, while Karen and I have been married 3 years. One summer during our high school days, Erica and I dated a few times. One time, Erica had me over when her parents weren't home. We decided to watch "Happy Gilmore" together, and then headed into town. During the movie, it became evident that Erica was willing to get physical that afternoon. However, I did not take advantage of the situation, as I was nervous. After a few dates, we decided to go our separate ways. Neither of us had any regrets about this decision until a few years later. The summer after we both graduated, Erica and I got a job working together. Erica was then engaged to Jim and I was single. We were both very happy, and the relationship between us was strictly friends, and neither of us wanted different. That summer, she and Jim got married, and I began dating Karen. Several years passed as I went away to college, married Karen, and eventually graduated. Erica continued to work at the same place, while her husband was making his career. Erica and Jim had their first child while I was in college. Erica decided to stay home with the baby, and that was when my feelings for her changed. It was a fall Friday afternoon, and Karen and I were driving back from our apartment at college to our parents' house for the weekend. Karen decided that we should stop by Erica and Jim's new home. We pulled into the driveway, walked onto the porch, and knocked on the door. Erica answered the door holding her 3-month old girl, and she was visibly frustrated. The baby was crying, and she said was nursing her when we came to the door. It was then that she sent my mind and hormones racing. She looked a lot better than the last time I had seen her. Her breasts had grown astronomically, but she still had a small frame. Erica looked fantastic! She was wearing a maroon shirt, one with hidden flaps on the sides for easy nursing access. I knew all about this, as I had a great interest in these sorts of things. She let us in and showed us around the house, but I don't remember anything she said, as my mind tried to picture her breastfeeding the baby. Karen knew about my fantasies before this encounter, and she had role-played them with me several times. But, she really didn't like this role-play, so I didn't push it too often. I definitely didn't tell Karen my feelings for Erica that day, nor have I since then. After I graduated from college, my wife and I moved back to where we grew up close our family, and, of course, close to Erica and Jim. After a year or so of renting a house, we finally purchased a home in October about 5 minutes from them. It was perfect in more ways than one. My wife had our first child, and he had just turned 1 when we moved into our new home. Karen breastfed him for about 6 months, but never let me taste any of her milk. It was OK with me, as we were still very sexually active. We both agreed that she would stay at home and raise our children while I worked on my career. This gave us the flexibility that we both desired, and we enjoyed our lives very much. It was that flexibility that allowed my wife to spend 2 weeks in December vacationing with her family down south while I stayed home alone and worked. She had done the same thing the year before, but this was the first time she left me alone in our new home. She had been gone a few days when I received a call from Jim. "Hello," I answered. "Mike, this is Jim. Erica and I would like to invite you over for dinner Sunday afternoon, with your wife being gone and all. Sound OK?" "Sure," I said, "I could use a home-cooked meal. Two o'clock OK?" "Sounds good," he said. This excited me very much, as it always excited me to see Erica. She just had their second child, and looked better every time I saw her. Her breasts had gotten big again, and she didn't gain as much weight with her second child as she did with the first. Our relationship had become strange lately, as we often avoided conversation when we saw each other. I just thought it was because I always fantasized about her, and talking to her only made it worse. I could never read how she felt about me. She probably would never speak to me again if she knew the thoughts that I had about her. Regardless, I couldn't wait for Sunday. I knocked on the door at 1:55 with much anticipation and nervousness. I had been with Erica and Jim many times, but not without my wife. Also, I knew Erica was breastfeeding, and merely the thought of that sent my mind racing. "Hi Mike," Erica answered the door. "Come on in." I walked in and handed her the pan of brownies I had made for dessert. "Thank you," she said, and carried them into the kitchen. From the kitchen, she said, "Jim got called in to work; I guess it's just going to be me and you. Is that OK? I told Jim I was going to call you and let you know before you came over, but I forgot." Are you kidding? Of course it was OK with me, I thought. "Well, maybe I should go, with him being gone and all." "Oh, I am sure he doesn't mind, besides, I could use the adult conversation." "Alright, if you insist", I said smiling. At her request, I sat down at the table and waited for her to set the food on the table. As she leaned over to set the tray of lasagna on the table, I took a glance down her shirt. She lifted her eyes, and I looked back down quickly. She was wearing a button-down short sleeve shirt, and appeared to also be wearing a nursing bra underneath. It appeared to be the one with a snap on each shoulder that opens the cups for easy access for the baby. Now my mind was racing as I began to fix my plate, and luckily, the table was hiding my erection. During dinner, we made the usual chit-chat about our kids, work, houses, families, etc. I didn't eat much nor contribute much to the conversation, as all I could think about was maybe getting a glance down her shirt again. Just then, a cry came from the baby room. "I guess the baby's up," she said, and ran upstairs to attend to him. She picked up the baby and brought him downstairs. "I think he just needs to be changed," she said, and proceeded to lay him on the living room floor to change his diaper. I watched her change him and thought about how lucky he was. She picked little Jimmy back up, sat on the couch, and began to soothe him to get him to quit crying. "Why don't you come sit on the couch and watch some TV?" "OK" I said and turned on the TV. About 10 minutes passed by, and the baby was still crying. "I guess he's hungry. I'm sorry, but I have to feed him. Would you do me a favor and hold him for a second?" "Um, sure," I said, taking the baby. She then positioned herself on the couch, grabbed a blanket, and laid it on her shoulder covering her chest. She reached her hand under the blanket, and appeared to unsnap her shirt. "OK," she said, "you can bring him to me now." I gave her the baby, and she laid him in her lap, put his head under the blanket, and began to nurse him. Erica tried to downplay the situation by not looking at the baby while he was breastfeeding, but I couldn't help taking glances over at her. "Karen breastfed David, right?" she said. "Yes, she did." After a few moments of awkward pause, I noticed Erica was blushing as she was jostling with the baby. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I'm sorry," she said, and carried the baby upstairs. While she was upstairs, my mind began wondering what was going on. I couldn't believe she was feeding him right here beside me, I thought. God, how I wanted to suck on those breasts for her. I went to the restroom down the hall to calm my nerves and to let my erection subside. When I came out the restroom, she was sitting back on the couch. I sat down on the recliner on the other side of the living room. I noticed her squirming, and could tell that she was in some discomfort. "Is everything OK?" I asked. "Well, it's just that the baby is not eating enough, that's all" "Oh, is that why you are in pain?" "Yes, Jimmy just fell back asleep after I started nursing him. It's just frustrating, I guess." "Oh", I said, starting to blush. "What's wrong, Mike?" she asked. "It's nothing, Erica, I should get going". "Come on, we're good friends, tell me what's on your mind. Please?" After some deliberation, I told her my innermost thoughts about her. After all, I had to know how she felt about me so I could quit fantasizing about her. Thinking about her was tearing me up inside. "Well, I have been thinking about you a lot lately," I started. "Oh?" she said quizzically. "Yes, I have, and I think I should just lay it all out for you to get it off my chest." "Go ahead, I'm listening." "It all started a few years ago when Karen and I came over after you guys just moved in this house. Your daughter was just an infant then, and when we knocked on the door, we interrupted your nursing her." "Yes, I remember", she said. "Well, I have always fantasized about a woman breastfeeding me and treating me like a baby, and when you said you were nursing her that day, I could not get the thought of you out of my head. It had been a while since I had seen you at that point, and you looked amazing. I was very excited when you guys invited me over for dinner, because I thought I may get a chance to see you breastfeeding little Jimmy. Anyways, I am glad I finally got a chance to tell you how I feel." I could see Erica was shocked to hear all of this. "Wow, I had no idea you had these thoughts about me. I'm very flattered. Honestly, I have had thoughts about you too. I noticed that when we see each other, we avoid talking. I have always been attracted to you physically, but I didn't think that you were. I never really wanted to stop dating you, but I knew that's what you wanted." At that point, you could cut the tension with a knife. "Well," she continued, "I will help you if you will help me. My breasts hurt really badly, and it sounds like you can help me get the excess milk out." I couldn't believe what my ears had just heard. "Yes, I can and would love to, but I am a little nervous. You'll have to tell me what to do," I said. "Come over beside me on the couch and sit down," she said. I moved over beside her and waited for what was next. She looked into my eyes, and started slowly unbuttoning her shirt. With the undoing of each button, I could see more and more of her massive breasts, which were covered by the white nursing bra. When she got about ¾ of the way down her shirt, she said "OK, now lay down on my lap on this pillow". I turned my body and laid my head down into her lap and looked up into her chest. "Is baby ready to nurse?" she asked. "Yes!" I said, very excited that she was playing into my fantasy. She then opened her shirt, revealing that bra that I had been dreaming about for so long. Her breasts were popping out of the bra; she must have been a 40D. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and reached for the snap by her right shoulder, smiling as she looked at my eyes. She unclipped the bra, and slowly brought the flap down, uncovering the most beautiful breast I had ever seen. She then grabbed her breast, and directed her nipple towards my mouth. "It's time to eat, baby. Now latch onto my breast and suck real good." With that request, I was off. I latched onto her breast and sucked for a few seconds until the milk starting coming out. It tasted so good, and this moment was so sensual that I closed my eyes. Her breast was so full and hard, that some of the milk dribbled down my chin. "Mmm", I moaned. "Baby was so hungry, huh? Now you drink from mommy till all the milk is gone, OK baby." "Yes, mommy," I answered as I took a short break from sucking. As I latched back on, I could tell she was enjoying it too as she made a few sounds. I nursed from her right breast for I guess about 5 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. When there was none left, I unlatched from the breast. "Mama, this one's dry, I think I need to nurse on the other one." "OK, baby, hold on" she said. She began to reposition herself, when I stopped her. "Hold on. I have been such a good boy; may I unsnap the other side?" "Yes you can, baby," she replied. I sat up from her lap, swung my left leg around her body, and now was sitting in her lap facing her body. I unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way, and pulled it away from her body. Then, I slid the shirt off of her shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. The empty breast was now hanging out with the full breast still cupped by the nursing bra. I then reached my hand to unsnap the flap covering her left breast and slowly pulled it down. I went face first into her full breast and sucked some of the milk out. "Baby, mama needs her bra off. You just lay down and mommy will take it off", she said. "Mama, can I take it off for you?" "Sure baby, but let mama take your shirt off." She pulled my shirt off and rubbed my chest and body with her hands. I leaned forward and pressed my bare chest against hers and wrapped my arms around her. I found the hook, unfastened her bra, and pulled the straps forward off of her shoulders. She took the bra from me and tossed it on the couch. I laid back down in her lap, and began to drink the rest of her milk. "Mmm, mama likes baby breastfeeding" she said as she rubbed my face with her hand. Then, she reached down and rubbed my stomach. As I continued to feast on her breast, her hand reached into my pants and she began to rub my cock. "Baby so big", she said. "Ohhh" I moaned as she unzipped my shorts and caressed my balls. I then grabbed the dry breast and began to massage it. "This one's almost dry too," I said, "what should we do?" "Follow me", she said, as we got up off the couch. She zipped my pants back up and put her shirt on unbuttoned. With my head still spinning from the best 10 minutes of my life, she grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. As she led me down the hallway, we stopped at the baby's room. She opened the door and led me over by the changing table. "Come on, it's time to put a diaper on baby. Now get up on the table." Without hesitation, I hopped up on the changing table. This was a little difficult as the table was only about 3 feet long. The table was topped with a pad, and I laid down on my back on the pad. She reached down and grabbed a diaper and began to unfold it. She leaned over me and removed my shorts and underwear. "Spread your legs", she said, "I've got to put a clean diaper on you". I spread my legs and rested them on her shoulders as she prepared the diaper. "Lift your bottom, baby" she said. She then put the diaper under my ass. She pushed my hips against the pad as she pulled the diaper over my penis. "I have a couple of special diapers that I keep for special occasions like this. They are big enough for adults, but have the sticky tabs like baby diapers. I also cut a hole in the middle for your penis." She pressed the diaper against my hips, and pulled the diaper tight by fastening the sticky tabs. "Baby's all done. Now you have a clean diaper." "Thank you mommy", I said and hopped off the table. "Now, let's go to the bed", Erica said, and led me into her bedroom. "Mama needs to finish nursing you". I laid down on the bed on my side, and she laid on her side next to me. She pulled back her shirt again, and I latched on to her breast. "Finish nursing and mommy will play with you." I nodded as I was enjoying Erica's big mommy breasts. She reached down and played with my cock as I breastfed. "OK, I think we are done nursing. Now let's take care of mommy." With that, she stood beside the bed and took off her shorts and underwear. She got on the bed, reached behind my head, and placed two pillows behind my neck. "Just lay back and let mommy take care of everything, baby" "OK, mama" I replied and laid my head on the pillows. Erica then pulled off her shirt and tied up her hair. "Mama's gonna suck on you now." She moved down to the end of the bed, got on her knees on the floor, and began sucking on my cock with the diaper still on. I closed my eyes as she started sucking slowly. She then rubbed her nipples against my penis, dribbling some milk onto my diaper. "Uh, oh, baby's diaper is wet now. Let mama take it off." As she wrapped her mouth around my penis, she slowly undid the tabs of the diaper and rubbed my sides. She removed her mouth from my penis, and proceeded to pull off the diaper and toss it on the floor. She moved onto the bed, stood up on her knees, and lined up her vagina with my penis. "Mama wants daddy now," she said as she slid my dick into her vagina. She rode up and down, up and down, up and down. "Harder!" she yelled "Harder! Harder! Harder! Here cums mama!! OHHH!!! OHHH!!! OHHH!! We both screamed together as we climaxed together. When she finished, she laid down beside me and rubbed my chest as I sucked on her breasts some more. "Thank you, mama. Don't hesitate to invite me over for supper." Breastfeeding Me Ch. 02 Memorial Day picnics are tradition at Leche Catholic Church. There is food, games, entertainment, and all sorts of activities for both young and old. But this particular picnic would have a special flavor like no other picnic I had been to before. The picnic began at 2:00. At that time, all of the families set up their lawn chairs, laid blankets down on the grass, and chatted with other parishioners. Some of the older men started a game of horseshoes, while some of the young adults played volleyball. I just kind of wandered around, talking with people I knew and just enjoying the nice weather. Erica, Jim, and their family arrived at about 2:30. It had been about 6 months since we had our dinner and "dessert" that Sunday afternoon. I had been watching for their arrival, as I always kept my eye out for her. She was wearing a blue dress with white flowers. The dress did not button down the front as I always liked, but rather it zipped down the back. Her appearance had really not changed much since then, but in my mind, she looked better every time I saw her. Her chest was still enlarged, as she was still nursing little Jimmy, about 8 months old now. I was chatting with an older fellow when I spotted them walking into the picnic area. She was carrying the baby and their picnic basket, while Jim was walking with their 3-year old daughter and carrying their lawn chairs. As they entered the pavilion where I was on the far end, our eyes met as she was looking for a spot for her family's belongings. We had very little contact since that Sunday afternoon, but I think we both knew we enjoyed that meal very much. Jim was very skeptical and protective of his wife, so I tried to maintain my distance. I didn't want to send any unusual vibes. Anyways, they found a spot to put their stuff about 100 feet away from our stuff. The formal ceremony began at 3:00. The minister led us in the saying of the pledge of allegiance, the singing of the "Star Spangled Banner", and a short prayer before people began eating. There was lots of food to choose from; as this was a potluck dinner (meaning every family brought at least one dish to share). I enjoyed some ham, barbeque beans, corn on the cob, and rolls. After I finished my meal, I helped my son, almost 2 years old, eat his food. I then sat down on the lawn chair and watched him play on the blanket below me while my wife Karen talked to the people around us. I caught a few glances of Erica and her family as they ate their meal. At about 3:45, everyone started moving around again. I joined in on a volleyball game with my brother and some friends. We won several games in a row, as nobody else could put a team together that could beat us. During one of the games, I spotted Erica watching us play volleyball. When I saw her watching, I tried hard to score a couple of points. Erica had always admired my athletic ability and body. I looked over at her after I spiked a ball for a point and noticed her smiling with admiration. 4:30 was the time where the service began. We sang a few songs ("God Bless America", "Battle Hymn of the Republic", etc.), had some special singing, and a short challenge from the minister. I sat with my wife and family and held my son on my lap as the service went on. During the challenge from the minister, my son fell asleep. Karen suggested that take him inside the church and lay him down in the nursery room. I agreed that I would do this after the service was over. The service ended, and I stood up with my son in my arms. David usually napped for about 2 hours in the afternoon, so we could lay him in the church nursery and check on him every now and then. I opened the doors to the church, went down the hallway, into the nursery wing, and into the infants' room. They had several cribs in the infants' room, so he would be safe in there. I laid him down, covered him with his favorite blanket, and walked out of the room. The church nursery was very nice. They have three separate 24' x 24' rooms, one each for infants, one-year olds, and two-year olds. Each room was stocked with toys, rocking chairs, changing tables, a restroom, and all other necessities for your children. I walked back outside to the activities. My wife had struck up a conversation with an old friend she had not seen in a while, so I just wandered around. I watched some of the kids jump in the bounce houses, threw the football around, and watched some volleyball. After about 20 minutes or so, my wife called me over and asked if I would check on David. I agreed and began to walk towards the church. I opened the doors and headed down the hallway towards the nursery wing. As I got closer to the nursery, I heard the cry of a small child. "Oh, great," I thought, "David probably woke up. Now he's going to be grouchy the rest of the day." I got to the door of the room, and peeked in the window to see if he was standing in his crib. He appeared to be sleeping from the window. I quietly and slowly opened the door, only to see David fast asleep in his crib. "Who is crying?" I said softly to myself. As I looked around the corner, I saw a woman leaning over her baby changing a diaper on the changing table. She heard me enter the room, and turned around to see who it was. It was Erica. "Oh, sorry, I was coming to check on David. I thought he was crying," I said. "No, it was Jimmy. He's having a rough day," she replied as she finished changing him and sat down in one of the rocking chairs. "How have you been Erica?" I asked. "I'm doing pretty well. I have missed seeing you around." "I have missed you to," I said, "I just thought it best to avoid a strange situation, so that's why my wife and I haven't been around in a while." "Oh, that makes sense. Shut the door," Erica ordered, "and sit down by me." I shut the door, opened the half-door entering the nursery, and sat down in the rocking chair next to her as we continued our conversation. "There's no one else in here, right?" I asked. "No. Just you and me," she said smiling as she tried to soothe the baby. "Erica," I whispered, "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since that day. I enjoyed everything so much and fantasize about it daily." "Me too," she said, "I thought about calling you a couple of mornings and asking you to stop by before work since Jim goes to work so early." "I definitely would have come over. How is little Jimmy doing?" I said. "He is doing OK. I am still breastfeeding him, but he is starting to lose interest." "Really? How could anyone lose interest?" I said jokingly. She giggled and blushed. "He does not want to nurse today, so I brought a bottle for him just in case. Would you get it for me? It's in his diaper bag." I got the bottle for him, gave it to Erica, and sat back down as she began to feed him the bottle. "I'm still producing milk, Mike, if you'd like to nurse on me again." "Right here, Erica, in the church nursery? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" "I don't care. I want you to suck on my breasts. I had thought I might get the chance this afternoon. Now, go lock the door and shut off the lights." I quickly agreed and got out of my chair to shut off the lights and lock the nursery door. The only light in the room was from the outside window. The windows are tinted so no one can see in. My heart was racing as I knew I was going to get to re-live my fantasy again. I sat back down in the rocker as she finished giving Jimmy the bottle. "He'll be done in just a minute and he'll fall asleep," she said. I waited for it seemed like an eternity for the bottle to be done and Jimmy to fall asleep. I checked on David to make sure he was fast asleep as well. "OK," she said whispering, "follow me." She led me into the corner of the room to a door that was shut. She opened the door to a room approximately 8' x 10' which I always thought was a closet. It had a reclining chair in each corner, and the room was divided by a partition. "What is this room for?" I said. "It is a private nursing room. The chairs are for the mothers to feed their children, and the partition between the chairs is for privacy if 2 mothers are in here at the same time. No one should catch us in here." She turned on the lamp in the corner and shut the door. She then sat down in one of the chairs and made herself comfortable. I stood and watched. "Come here, Mike," she said as she motioned for me to sit on her lap. I moved myself into her lap, my legs hanging over the recliner, and leaned my head on one of the headrests. The chair was surprisingly comfortable and big enough for the two of us. After a few seconds of getting situated in her lap, I looked up into her eyes. This was my favorite view in the world - lying in Erica's lap, my head resting, underneath her big breasts, looking into her eyes, waiting to see her uncover her massive breasts. She pulled her hair tie off of her wrist and put her hair in a pony tail. "Alright, is baby ready to nurse on mama?" "Yes, mommy. Baby hungry," I replied. With that, she leaned forward in the chair, reached her hands behind her back, and began to unzip her dress. She probably unzipped it half the way down, and then pulled the dress forward off of her shoulders. She eased her arms through, and pulled the dress down below her breasts and laid the dress on my body. She was wearing a black satin nursing bra. There were two buttons in the center of the bra for easy nursing access. She looked into my eyes and rubbed my face as I stared at her chest. "Do you want to unsnap the button, baby?" she asked. I nodded my head and sat up in the chair. Both of my hands grabbed her covered breasts as I kissed her all over her chest. I licked her chest and used my tongue to get inside her bra. "Mmm," she moaned. "Lay back down and let mama breastfeed you. They are SO full." I laid my head back down, and she reached up with her hand to release her right breast. She grabbed the button with her thumb and index finger and unsnapped the button. She slowly pulled the flap away from the center of her chest, revealing more and more of her breast. She then grabbed her breast and directed her wet, protruding nipple towards my mouth. "Here it is, baby. Drink mommy's milk." I latched on and sucked for a few seconds before the sweet, warm milk started flowing from her breast into my mouth. The flap that she had just pulled away from her breast was touching my cheek. "Mmm," we both moaned together. She laid her head back and closed her eyes as I slurped and gulped her milk in my mouth. I reached up with my right hand, rubbed her chest, and reached inside her bra to rub on her other nipple. My left hand was massaging and lightly scratching her right arm. I continued to suck on Erica's breasts until it was empty. "OK, baby," she said, "let mommy get up." I got off of her lap and stood by the door. She got up out of the chair, her dress hanging down just below her breasts. She turned her back towards me. "Mike, will you zip my dress back up?" "Uh, sure," I said and zipped the dress back up. "What are we doing now?" "You'll see," she replied and walked back into the nursery. "I have a special diaper that I put in Jimmy's diaper bag that will fit you. Like I said earlier, I kind of thought I might get this chance this afternoon. Now, hop up on the changing table and let mommy put a diaper on you." I kicked off my shoes and hopped up on the padded dresser as she requested. As she looked down on me, she unbuttoned my Polo shirt and tossed it on the floor. Then, she unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped them and pulled them off of legs, which were hanging off the dresser. She moved her hands all over my body and into my boxers. She then moved to the end of the changing table and removed my boxers. She grabbed the diaper bag, and pulled out a big diaper and the baby wipes. She opened the wipe box, pulled out a baby wipe, and began to stroke my cock with it. She then lifted my legs up off the table and took a quick wipe of my ass. "We've got to make sure baby's all clean," she said. She threw away the wipe, and grabbed the diaper. She lifted my legs again and rested them on her shoulders as she unfolded the diaper. I could see that the diaper had Sesame Street characters on it. She placed the diaper under me, and pulled it around. She cut a hole in the middle of the diaper and put my penis through the hole. She finally fastened the tabs and helped me get off the table. "You've got to finish eating now, baby," she said leading me back to the nursing room. As Erica and I entered the room, she unzipped her dress all the way, and let it fall to the floor. I came up behind her and pressed my dick against her backside as I reached around her and massaged her breasts. I then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She sat back in the recliner as I shut the door behind us. I got back in her lap and commenced breastfeeding on the full breast. I grabbed her breast, tickled her nipple, and placed as much of the breast in mouth as was possible. I sucked hard, getting a big stream of her warm milk in my mouth. The milk came faster than I could swallow, so some of the milk ran down my cheek. It seemed like Erica enjoyed this more than I did, as she moaned and squirmed in the chair. "Oh, baby," she moaned, "suck mama harder." She grabbed my dick as I continued to suck on her left breast while I played with her right nipple. My sucking slowed down when she grabbed my dick, as that action paralyzed me. When she first grabbed it, some pre-cum came out. She rubbed that all over her fingers, and stroked me harder and harder with her slippery hand. My mouth unlatched from the breast as the caressing of my cock was the center of my attention. "Faster, faster, faster," I said. "Make me cum!!!" She heeded my instruction and began to stroke faster. "Here I cum! Here I cum!!" "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!!" I yelled as I shot my cum all over my stomach and chest. She began to rub my sperm all over my body as I began to settle down. Just then, we heard a noise from the nursery. We heard a key go in the door, the doorknob turn, and the door open. "Erica?" we heard someone whisper from the nursery. "Shut off the light," Erica whispered to me with panic. I reached up from her lap and turned off the light. "Erica??" the female voice said a little louder. We both sat there without moving as we heard the person moving throughout the room. "She's got to be in here," the voice said to herself. "The diaper bag is right here." I could see from under the door that the person stopped when she saw all my clothes lying on the floor by the changing table. I could see her shadow moving towards the nursing room, and the door opened. "Erica?!!" "What are you doing??" She yelled. It was Deb, Erica's little sister. "Great!" I thought. "Now I was in BIG trouble. Or so I thought." * Thank you for reading "Breastfeeding Part 2". Depending on the response, there may be a Part 3. You may leave feedback via e-mail or by public feedback on this site. If any female is interested in participating in this fantasy with me for real, please let me know. Breastfeeding Me Ch. 03 When Deb entered the room, I was lying in Erica's lap with my sperm all over my body. She was topless and all I had on was the diaper. After Deb shouted at her younger sister, both Erica and I scurried around to cover ourselves up. She put her bra and dress back on. I picked up my clothes and ran out the door to the restroom. Deb just stood there with her hands on her hips waiting for an explanation as to what was going on. "Deb," Erica pleaded, "you can't tell anyone about this. Please?" "I don't know what I am going to do," Deb replied. "James has been looking for you. He is ready to leave. I guess we'll talk about this later." With that, Erica gathered the baby and their belongings, and headed outside. I walked out of the restroom and grabbed my son. Deb just looked at me and nodded her head as I left the nursery. She was stunned and disappointed at what she had seen. "You are going to hear from me too," she said angrily. Erica and Jim were gathering up their stuff to leave when I got outside of the church. I made sure Jim did not see me. Karen was still chatting with her friend; she barely noticed I was gone. I asked her if she was ready to leave. We packed up our things and got in our car to go home. We both commented on the way home on how we had such a good time, and that our picnics are always so much fun. Several days passed without any mention of what happened at the picnic. "I suppose Deb is keeping her promise of not telling anyone," I thought. "I certainly would have heard about it by now if she told someone." That afternoon, I received a call on my cell phone from Erica. "Oh, great," I thought. "Hello," I answered. "Mike, this is Erica." "Hey, uh, how are you?" "Fine," she said. Just wanted to let you know that Deb wants you and me to meet with her tomorrow morning at 8:00 to talk about the situation. Can you meet at my house at 8:00?" "Yeah, I guess so. I can call in late to work. Does anyone else know, Erica?" "No. Deb hasn't told anyone yet. She said that she wanted to find out the whole story before she did anything about it." "OK. I will see you at 8:00 tomorrow then. Bye." I was not very productive at work for the rest of that afternoon, nor was I very talkative at home that evening. I couldn't get my mind off of what would happen the next morning. I awoke at 6:30 from my bed after a restless night. I went through my usual morning routine and headed out the door at my usual time. I arrived at Erica's house at about 7:45 that morning. Before pulling into the driveway, I made sure Jim's car was gone. He had already left, but Deb had already arrived as well. I shut my car door, and walked up the driveway onto the porch. I rang the doorbell and Erica answered the door with her pajamas still on. "Wow!" I thought, "She looks good even when she gets out of bed." She was wearing a cotton two-piece outfit. The top was light green with blue stripes. It came down to her waist and buttoned down the center. The bottom was matching shorts which came down to middle of her thighs. Erica had a nice tan body and was medium build. She is about 5'3" and very compact, meaning she had good-sized breasts and ass. She invited me into the living room, where Deb was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. Erica sat down and requested I do the same. "Would you like anything to drink, Mike? Coffee? Water?" "No thanks," I replied. "Well," Deb started, "Who wants to explain what I saw in the nursery?" She folded her arms and looked at both of us. "I will," I said. "You see Deb; it all started about 3 years ago after Lucy was born. Karen and I came over to see Erica's new house one afternoon. Erica answered the door and said Lucy was crying because she was nursing her when we came over. Since then, I have been very attracted to Erica. Specifically, I wanted Erica to fulfill my teen fantasy of breastfeeding from a woman, and being treated like a baby." "Well," I continued, "around last Christmas time, Jim invited me over for dinner as my wife was out of town. When I showed up for dinner, Jim was not here. He had to work. The baby had trouble eating that day, so she let me drink her milk." "I also put a diaper on him," Erica said with a smile. "Did you guys have sex?" Deb asked bluntly. "Um, yes, we did," I replied shamefully. "Don't you two love your spouses?" Deb asked. "I love Karen very much, but Erica and I just got caught up in the moment. Karen doesn't really care for my fantasy, and Erica was into it." "I love Jim too, but I have always been attracted to Mike. We were just afraid to tell each other until that day when he came over for dinner." "I see," Deb said. "So, did you guys plan the meeting in the nursery?" "I kind of thought it might happen," Erica said, "but Mike didn't. He walked into the nursery to check in on his son, when he found me changing little Jimmy's diaper. I told him that Jimmy was not eating enough, and that he could breastfeed again if he wanted. He locked the door, and I took him into the nursing room and breastfed him. I also brought a special diaper in case I got the chance to change him." "Hmm, well," Deb hesitated, "I don't think it will help anybody if I tell Jim or Karen about what I saw. It is obvious that both of you love your mates and I wouldn't want to be responsible for causing any trouble in your marriages." "Thank you, Deb, so much," I said. I was worried that you were going to rat us out. "Yeah, thanks, sis," Erica quickly replied. "Wait, I am not finished," Deb piped in. "You guys have to promise me something before I promise not to tell anyone." "What is it Deb?" Erica and I both asked. "Well, when I walked in on you two, I was upset, but I was also turned on. I want to breastfeed Mike also. I know, I know, I don't have any children and am not expressing milk, but I have always wondered what it would feel like to have a baby. After all, I want to have children of my own some day. Erica, I want you to show me how to take care of a baby, and Mike is going to be my baby. Then, we will have a deal." "Wow! Sounds like a good deal to me!" I quickly snickered. "OK," Erica said. "Just tell me what you want to know and what you want Mike to do." "To start, Erica and me can go upstairs and get me the right clothing. Mike, I want you to lie on the living room floor. After a few minutes, Mike, I want you to start crying like a baby." "Alright," we both agreed as they went upstairs while I got comfortable on the floor. Deb and Erica entered Erica's bedroom. Deb wanted a nursing bra and a different top to wear. Deb was wearing a tight sweater and a push-up bra, which was not conducive to nursing a baby. She almost exclusively wore push-up bras, and everyone who knew her appreciated that. Deb was also short like Erica, but a little heavier. The bra was a little small on Deb, as Deb was probably a 42D. They got their big chests from their mother, also a knockout. She wore the undersized nursing bra anyways, and Erica helped her look for a top to wear. Erica really had nothing that fit her, so Deb decided on a pink bathrobe. Deb put on the bra, slipped out of her slacks, and put the bathrobe on. Then, they started down the hall towards the stairs. As I heard them walking in the upstairs hallway, I began to cry like a baby. "Waaa!! Waaa!!" I cried. I thought this request was a little strange, but was happy to comply. Erica explained to Deb that I was probably hungry. She told her that babies eat about every 3-4 hours. They walked into the living room and looked down at me crying on the blanket I laid on the floor. "Is baby hungry?" Erica asked. "Aunt Deb is going to feed you. Is that OK?" "Actually, Erica," Deb chimed in, "I want you to show me how first. Then, I'll try." "OK, Deb." "Mike, come sit by mommy on the couch. It's time to nurse." "I usually pick the baby up and bring him over to the couch and lay the baby in my lap. But since Mike is a big baby, he can walk over to the couch himself." I walked over to the couch and sat in the middle. Erica sat to my right in one corner of the couch, and Deb sat on my left in the other corner of the couch. I didn't know exactly what would transpire that day, but it was looking good so far. I was sitting in between two hot sisters in their twenties who both wanted to breastfeed me. "Now watch me closely," Erica said. "First, I grab a pillow and lay it in my lap. Second, I lay baby's head down on the pillow. Next, I unsnap my shirt and push it away from my body, so it doesn't get in my way. Then I grab the snap by my shoulder and release the cup of the bra. Push the cup all the way open, so baby can easily access the nipple. Finally, I grab my bare breast and direct the nipple towards the baby's mouth. I rub the nipple against the baby's lips, which automatically opens his mouth. Once his mouth opens and finds the nipple, he instinctively sucks, eventually receiving my milk." I was enjoying this very much, as I was sucking away on Erica's breasts while Deb was listening to Erica's instructions. I opened my eyes while I was nursing and saw that Erica and Deb were watching me drink. They both smiled when I opened my eyes. Deb had gotten up off the couch and was leaning over me, and I could see down her bathrobe. I could tell that her breasts were popping out of Erica's nursing bra. Erica rubbed my face with her hand, and I closed my eyes again and dug in to her breast. Deb sat back down on the couch and rested my legs on her lap while I breastfed from her sister. She then began to massage my thighs and calves. When she noticed my erection, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. "Now you should be more comfortable, Mike," Deb said. She went back to rubbing my legs as I finished Erica's right breast. "OK, Deb," Erica said, "This one's empty of milk. Is it OK if I give him my other one or are you ready to give it a try?" "I think I am ready," Deb replied. "You can give him the other one later." I rose up from Erica's lap as she snapped her nursing bra and buttoned her shirt back up. I waited for Deb to give me instructions before I made my next move. "OK, Mike," Deb ordered, "Lay on my lap. Aunt Deb is going to feed you now." I laid my head in Deb's lap. I grabbed a pillow and put behind my head as she forgot. I reached up and rubbed the robe she was wearing waiting for her to make the next move. She reached her hands down by her waist and grabbed the belt which tied the bathrobe together. She slowly untied the belt and began opening the robe. I bit my lip with excitement as I started seeing more and more of Deb's upper body. I could tell she was very tentative, but also very excited. She pulled the robe away from her body and got herself comfortable. She lifted my body off of her legs so I wouldn't be lying on the robe. I laid my head back down and saw that she had no pants on. I looked down and noticed her red underwear. Deb had a real nice body, as she was a former cheerleader. She had gained a few pounds around her waist, but she was still very firm. The bra she had on was identical to the one Erica had on at the picnic. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and grabbed the snap with her hand. "Oh, Aunt Deb, nurse me," I begged. She fumbled with the snap a little before the cup opened. She pulled the fabric away from her body, revealing the hard breast she had been covering. Her nipples were already hard, as she was turned on by the situation. I didn't wait for her to direct her breast into my mouth. I rubbed my face all over her tit before latching on to the nipple. I took as much breast into my mouth as it could handle and began to suck on her. "Mmm," I moaned as I enjoyed the dry nursing as much as the wet. "It feels so good to have someone suck on Aunt Deb's titties," she replied. Erica moved closer as I sucked on her sister's breasts. I looked at her and could tell she was getting turned on. She took off my socks and shoes, and slid my pants off of my legs. She then began fondling my penis and caressing my balls. As Erica was tending to my erection, I looked up and could tell Deb was in some discomfort. I unlatched from her breast. "Is something wrong, Deb?" I asked. "Um, yeah, this bra is hurting me. It is too tight." "OK," I replied, "Get up and I'll take it off for you." Deb agreed and I sat up out of her lap. She stood up and dropped the robe to the floor. "Deb, go ahead and sit back down and keep feeding Mike," Erica said, "You never want to interrupt your baby breastfeeding. I'll take care of the bra for you." Deb sat back down and laid my head back in her lap. I latched back on as Erica leaned her sister forward. "Lean forward, Deb," Erica ordered. Erica reached for the hooks of Deb's bra and released the bra from her body. Erica slid the straps of the bra off her sister's shoulders and laid the bra on my head. "Does that feel better, sis?" "Yes, much better Erica. Thank you" Erica went back to playing with me as I tossed the bra on the floor. I grabbed Deb's other breast and began to massage it. "That feels sooo good, Mike. Please don't stop," Deb pleaded. After a few more minutes of pleasing Deb and her pleasing me, Erica was getting a little jealous of all the attention Deb and I were getting. "I think we need more room," Erica said, "What do you say we take this upstairs?" Deb and I both agreed and we all got off the couch. Erica was still fully clothed, I had only my boxers on, and Deb only had her underwear on. I grabbed my clothes as we all went up the stairs. "OK," Erica said to Deb, "I think you've got the breastfeeding part down. Now you need to practice changing the baby's diaper." "Sure," Deb agreed. "Do you have any more diapers for Mike?" "Of course I do," Erica replied with a smile. "Since Jimmy is still asleep in his room, we'll have to change Mike on my bed. Let me go into Jimmy's room and get the diaper and wipes. I'll meet you guys in the bedroom." Erica went into Jimmy's room while Deb and I laid down on Erica's bed. Without speaking, I dug back into Deb's breasts as she laid on her side. I pressed her body up against mine as I nursed. "Do you want Aunt Deb to change you," she whispered into my ear, "I can tell you are wet." I nodded my head in agreement. Erica entered the room with a diaper and a couple of wipes. "OK, baby," Erica said, "let's put a diaper on you and then you can eat some more." She removed me from Deb's breast and rolled me onto my back. "Alright, Deb, here is the diaper and wipes. Stand here at the foot of the bed and I'll tell you what to do." Deb agreed and got off the bed and looked down at me. "After you take off his boxers, I want you wipe his ass and cock real good. Perfect. Now, I want you to unfold the diaper. Pick his ass up off the bed and slide the diaper underneath him. Good. Next, you need to pull the diaper around his body and put his cock through the hole. Then, you fasten the tabs from the back of the diaper to the front. Good job. I think you are ready to be a mom." "Thanks, Erica," Deb replied, "that wasn't so difficult after all." "Do you mind, Deb, if I finish nursing Mike. My other breast is still full." "No. Go ahead." Erica sat on the bed leaning against the headboard. "Come here and finish mommy," Erica ordered me. I crawled on the king-sized bed to where she was and laid my head on her lap. She unbuttoned her shirt again, tossed it on the floor, completely took off her nursing bra, and threw it on the floor as well. The situation was getting very hot very fast. I sucked on her breast like I never had before. She moaned louder and louder as I drank her milk and massaged her other breast. Deb came over to where we were and began stroking my cock. After a few seconds of all this, I stopped. "Deb! Wait! I don't wanna cum yet!" I yelled. "This feels so good. I don't want it to end." "Come on Mike," Erica pleaded, "Keep sucking. I was about ready to cum." She grabbed my face on took it to her breast. "Suck it, baby! Suck it!" she yelled. I aggressively sucked on the breast again as Deb had stopped playing with me. Just then, I felt Deb slide my dick into her pussy. "Come on, Mike! Let's all 3 cum together!" Deb pleaded. I couldn't stop as she rode my cock up and down faster and faster. I grabbed Erica's breasts and pulled them together and began sucking both nipples. "Oh, Mike, don't stop!! Don't stop!!" the sisters screamed in unison. "OHHHH!!!! OHHHH!! Erica cried as she began to orgasm when I sucked on both nipples. "MIKE!! MIKE!! MIKE!!" A few seconds later, and after hearing her sister get off, Deb was ready to explode. She rode faster and faster. "Mmm! Mmm! MMM! She shouted as she closed her eyes and rode down hard on me. I was now watching Deb as I had released from Erica's breasts. Erica was breathing heavily with her eyes closed leaning against the headboard. "OHHH! OHHH!! YES! YES! YES!" Deb was pushing down on my chest as she came. "Don't stop, Deb," I yelled. "I cumming too!!" She pulled off of me before I had the chance to cum. "Hey!" I yelled angrily, "I didn't cum yet." "We've got something special for you," Erica whispered in my ear. "Just lay there, cool down, and close your eyes. I promise that you'll like this surprise." I laid there while the two of them talked about what they were going to do. The talking stopped and they both got back on the bed. "You keep those eyes closed, baby," Deb said. A few seconds later, I felt someone sitting on my stomach. "OK, baby, open your eyes," Deb whispered. I opened eyes to find it was Deb who was sitting on my stomach. Erica had her face by my cock. "Here's what were gonna do, Mike. Deb is going to put her breasts in your face, and you are going to suck and play with them. I am going to suck your cock, because I want to taste you like you have tasted me." Deb leaned down and rubbed her 42D breasts all over my face. I started sucking on one while she rubbed her other nipple against my cheek. Erica opened her mouth and began sucking on my dick. She pumped faster and faster on me. It did not take long for me to cum. "Here it cums," I said softly. My semin exploded into Erica's mouth, and she was enjoying every drop of it. I could hear her swallowing as I pumped my seed into her mouth. "Oh, Erica!! Erica!! Mmmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Erica licked every last drop as Deb rested her chest against mine. After I was dry, Erica and Deb laid on both sides of me. They rested their heads on my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around them both. We all lay there for a few minutes while our bodies tried to recover from all the excitement. "Well," I said, "I better get to work. Thanks, Deb, for being so understanding." We all laughed as I got off the bed and put my clothes back on. "See you gals later, I am off to work." You have just read part 3 in my series "Breastfeeding Me". Based on your response, there may be a part 4. If there are any ladies who would like to fulfill my fantasy, please e-mail me. Thank you. Breastfeeding Me Ch. 04 I imagine the empty area in my mother's basement is actually a large baby nursery. Most of her family thinks Mary works a normal secretary job, but she actually babysits infants every day. Every morning, 5 infant boys are dropped off at her house while the parents work. She only babysits infant boys, as she is a special type of babysitter. Mary is a wet nurse. She only babysits parents with lots of money, as parents bid for her services. When the baby turns 1 year old, she no longer watches the baby and has an opening for a new baby. In addition to the normal things a babysitter does (cuddling, diaper changes, naptimes), Mary breastfeeds her baby boys that she watches. She stopped taking her medication over a year ago, and since has started producing milk in quantities that doctors cannot explain. She is able to keep 5 babies fully fed during the day, sometimes with one on each breast when necessary. She does have help though. Her youngest daughter Hannah assists her every day with diaper changes, rocking, and any other things so Mary can focus on nursing her babies. She is paid very well by "Nana" and in return Hannah is sworn to secrecy. All of Nana's baby boys are fed exclusively by her breast milk until they turn 1. The parents are given her expressed (pumped) milk to feed their babies at nights and weekends. Nana will also do night calls if a baby is especially fussy or runs out of milk. It was a normal early Tuesday morning when I got a call from her. She asked if I could take the day off work and come help her do some work around her house. She said she would pay me more than what I would make at work. I agreed, but was a little puzzled. She asked me to be there at 7:30 on the dot. I arrived at her house on time, and she answered the door. She told me to sit down and listen, because she didn't have much time to explain. She explained to me that she wasn't actually a secretary, but a babysitter for 5 different families' baby boys. Hannah couldnt make it to help today, so I would need to help her care for the babies. I couldnt really back out and she didn't really give me any time to ask questions. I was the only one she could trust not to tell about what she was doing. The babies would arrive in 5 minutes. So, she asked me to come downstairs and she would show me the operation. She opened the door to a large room that was transformed into a nursery. It had a big rocking chair, couch, a changing table, 5 cribs, and some toys in a play area. She explained to me that I would need to be ready to help her until 5:00 with few breaks. It would not be easy work, but the parents count on a well cared for baby. She asked me to stay downstairs, as the parents may frown upon a male helping with their babies. One by one she brought the babies down and laid them in separate cribs. Each baby had its own separate hook on the wall for their diaper bags. Once she brought the 5th and final baby boy in, she caught her breath and sat in the big blue recliner. She explained that the babies always arrived freshly changed and fed, so we had a little while before the chaos started. She pointed to a chart listing the babies specific feeding and nap times. She explained to me that mostly I would be handing her the babies when it was time to eat and changing them if she was busy feeding them. Each baby was assigned a number on their crib so it would be easy for me to keep track. I asked her where their formula was in their diaper bags. She told me that she had that taken care of. A little puzzled, I nodded my head in agreement. About 9:00, the chaos ensued as predicted. Baby #1 began to cry. "James, sweety, would you hand him to me?" she said. I picked the baby up and handed her baby #1 in the chair. "Just put him right here in my arms. That's it." Before I started to say "what does he need?" she began to frantically unbutton her blouse. I watched with my mouth open as her bra was now in plain sight. She lined the baby up right on the nipple, and reached for her shoulder. It was now clear that she was wearing a NURSING BRA! She undid the clip to her big white nursing bra, and a nursing pad was covering her nipple. She pealed away the nursing pad and put the hungry baby to the breast. He dug right in and quickly got into a rythym. I headed back to sit on the couch across the room from Mary and her baby. "Ummm so I had no idea..." She stopped me mid-sentence "It's ok James sweety. You didnt know, and I didnt want you to know. I have a rare condition where I produce an abundance of breastmilk, so I have found a way to capitalize on it. I love caring for babies, especially nursing them, and its a nice little income. My only rule is you cant tell another soul about this. OK?" I replied "Yeah I wont say anything. No reason to tell really" After that, the action was non-stop. If I wasn't changing a baby, I was holding one off that was hungry until one of Mary's breasts became available. She handled everything with such ease. A lot of times there would be a baby on each of her breasts during the day. There was probably a total of 1 hour during the day where she wasn't nursing at least 1 baby. Several times during the day, I got a glimpse of her breasts hanging out. When she would burp the babies, she would leave the cup open and her breasts exposed. When she got warm, she would take her blouse completely off, only wearing the bra. She had to keep the bra on because she said "her milk flow was constant". When one of the bra cups was closed, she always had a nursing pad on to prevent leaking. Mary had some weight to her, but she was still a very pretty woman, and her 40DD breasts certainly drew my attention. I couldnt help but view her in a sexual way now, and she noticed me taking glances at her boobs. I loved watching her change the baby's diapers, and the way her breasts would hang over the babies as they laid on the changing table. Finally 5:00 arrived and the babies were picked up by their parents one by one. I was to clean up the nursery for tomorrow as she brought the babies up for their parents. I was exhausted, but she didnt seem to be. After the last one was dropped off, I came upstairs. "James, I would like you to stay for dinner as appreciation for all your hard work today. I am having a pizza delivered and the money is on the table. I told your wife you would be here a little while longer, so she is not expecting you. I am going to take a shower. Please don't wait for me to start eating." "Ok. Thanks Mary" I said. "I'll just wait here for the pizza guy. Everything is back in order in the nursery." "Great!" she replied. "You were quite the helper today." She smiled as she walked to her bedroom to get her shower. The pizza arrived several minutes later, and the water was still running in the shower. I paid for it, then began to eat. As I scarfed down the pizza, she walked into the kitchen with her bathrobe on and a towel on her hair. "Good pizza, James?" she asked. "Yes! Very good thank you" I replied. She grabbed a plate and a slice and sat across from me. "So...what did you think about everything?" "Umm well it was a big shock to me I guess. I had no idea" I replied. "Yeah. Something I have always wanted to do is run a nursery. When I found out I had this condition where I produce milk, I took pills to stop lactation. Then, I thought about how much I loved nursing my kids, so I decided to start pumping and giving my milk to babies who needed it. I had a few moms who wanted to buy it, so I began pumping exclusively for them. One of the moms I pumped for had an emergency, so she asked me to watch her baby for the day. I decided to nurse him instead of bottle feeding him my milk, and the rest is history." "Wow! That's quite a story" I said. "So what do you with your milk after the babies leave for the day?" "Well....I have a breast pump I have to use every 2 hours or I will become engorged. Even during the night, I have to wake up every 2 hours to pump. I produce 12 ounces every 2 hours. I bottle the milk and give it to my babies to use on nights and weekends. It's not near as enjoyable as nursing, but the families pay me quite well." "Oh" I said. "That sure is a lot of work, but it seems like you enjoy it" "I do very much" she replied. "You finish your pizza. I need to go back down to the nursery for a few minutes, but dont leave without coming downstairs and saying goodbye" "OK" I said. I finished my pizza and took care of my plate before heading downstairs to say goodbye. The door was closed to the nursery, but I could see some dim light coming from under the door. I opened the door. "Hey Mary. Just wanted to say good bye like you asked me to do." She was organizing a few things around the nursery prepping for tomorrow I would assume. She grabbed a few of what looked like very large diapers from under the changing table and put them on the changing pad. "James" she said. "Have a seat just for a minute." I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me. She had dimmed the lights a little from before and had some soft music playing. "James, I need to speak to you about something I saw you doing today." "Mary, if its about me watching you nurse, I really am sorry. I was just so..." She stopped me mid-sentence...."James, there is no need to explain. Karen told me a few months ago about your fantasy. She was very upset that you could be into such a thing. I told her I was put off by it as well, but thats just simply not true. I know how much you want to be babied, and that Karen would never do this for you. I want to be YOUR Nana now." I quickly chimed in..."Mary wait..." She stopped me again..."You call me Nana from now on baby. Dont argue with me." I nodded my head in agreement. "Nana usually pumps around this time, but I would much rather feed you. Would you like that sweet baby?" Again, I simply nodded my head yes. "OK baby lie down in Nana's lap. Thats a good boy! Oh Nana is sooo full. I hope you are still hungry?" "Yes Nana" I muttered softly. Nana was looking down at me as I laid in her lap. The smell of her freshly showered body and the softness of her bathrobe against my cheek was very soothing. "Is baby ready for Nana's milk?" she whispered. I nodded again as she untied her bathrobe and let it fall off her shoulders. Her nursing bra was inches from my lips and she supported the back of my neck and drew me closer. She slowly reached for the nursing clip and released it. She pulled the flap down and peeled off the nursing pad absorbing her milk. Nana pulled my chin down opening my mouth and guided me to her breast. "Suck baby" she politely ordered. I started to suck and milk began to flow from Nana's breast more than I could have imagined. The taste of her milk was rich, warm, and wonderful. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second. Nana would occasionally hum softly while rubbing my cheek. "Drink as much as you need sweetheart. Nana's breasts never get dry." After around 30 minutes nursing, Nana pulled me off her breast. "You are doing great sweety, but Nana needs to burp you. Now straddle my hips and I'll pat your back. That's it big boy" She patted my back for a few seconds before I let out a burp. "Oh my. That was a good one" Nana remarked. "Now, I think we need to get a diaper on you. What do you think?" "Yes Nana please" I replied. "Thats what I thought, you naughty boy. Karen told me you liked wearing diapers. Dont be ashamed though. I have some diapers especially for my BIG baby. Now....lie down on that changing table, and Nana will put one on you." "First, sit up and lets get that shirt off you. That's it. Now lie back down and Nana will get those jeans off for you. Spread your legs and Nana will unbutton them. Ok, I'm gonna unzip them now and pull them off..... Good. That wasn't so bad huh?" I nod in complete approval. "Oh boy I love big boy undies. Now lets get these off too. I slide them off and drop them to the floor.....oh boy there is your peepee....mmm bigger than I thought" "It likes Nana very much" I interjected. "Clearly it does! OK you just lie there naked and watch Nana for a second" "OK Nana" I replied. "Nana usually leaves her bra on, but after wearing it ALL day, it needs to come off." I watch Nana unsnap the nursing bra from the back and let it hit the floor. She leans in and her breasts hover over me as she grabs a diaper. "Nana feels much more comfy now. Lift up so Nana can put this diaper on you" I lift up and she slides it under me. She tucks my penis down so the diaper will go over it. "We dont want any messes now do we?" Nana says. "Now Nana needs you to nurse from the other breast" she says as she fastens the diaper. We lie back on the couch and I dig back in. Things would never be the same for Nana and me. Breastfeeding My Brother My older brother Russell had everything in life, so it seemed. He had been blessed with extraordinary good looks and intelligence. Although he did have a rather quirky side, for the most part you could call him the All-American male, at least in public. Russell graduated from Pitt law school and then joined my father's firm. A couple years later he married his college sweetheart, Laurie. They often talked about having children, many children. Laurie and I became very close. She even confided in me about their wonderful sex life. Although Laurie admitted, with a wink, that Russell liked to get kinky on occasion. And she said she readily indulged his fetish because she loved him so much. Kinky? Well, I did know Russell liked to wear lingerie. I first discovered that fact one day when I came home from school early because I didn't feel well and I found Russell in my bedroom. Naked. Going through my dresser drawers. I watched him pick out a bra and admire it. Then he turned and saw me. He didn't seem startled. I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Uh . . . uh . . . Russell . . . so you like my push-up racerback bra?" I didn't think it would be wise to comment on his huge boner. At that point in my life I wasn't too sure what I might be expected do with such a thing. "Yes, it's lovely. What color is this?" he asked as he licked the insides of the cups. "Periwinkle," I replied. I hurried out then, saying I had to get back to school. So I went back and suffered with the cramps. Better than watching my brother act like a pervert I thought. I never said anything about that incident but every time Russell came home from college I knew he had been into my intimate apparel. And his fraternity became infamous for clandestine panty raids. The coeds complained vociferously that the thieves not only took panties, but bras as well. They bitched incessantly about having nothing to wear under their tight sweaters. But nobody else complained. University police thought the matter rather humorous and gave the main culprits names like Bra-man and Thong-dong. Once when Russell came home on break I got into his laptop computer when he went out with his buddies. I wouldn't exactly call it porn. Breasts. He had thousands of pictures of breasts, every size and shape imaginable. And then I opened his briefcase. Victoria's Secret catalogues. He had circled some of the bras with a magic marker. He didn't circle the girl in the bra, just the breasts in the bra. I also found a notebook in his briefcase. He doodled. Not that he could draw but I knew what they were supposed to be when he put one or two word captions under the pictures like bahama mamas, balloons, bawagos, bazongoes, bazookas, beamers, bee stings, big brown eyes, blinkers, bodacious tatas, bombs, bosom, boulders, Bristols (English--if you've never been hit on by an English dude and seen the "Aaah, Bistol" advertisements you won't get this one. Bristols is rhyming slang, short for Bristol cities, meaning titties), brown suckies, bust, Cadillac bumper bullets, and on and on and on through the rest of the alphabet. But time passed and I mostly forgot about Russell's little idiosyncrasies. * * * Laurie died just hours after giving birth after she developed a massive pulmonary embolism. The sheer joy of the new baby became lost in the despair of a mother's death. "Sarah, you must help your brother through this difficult time," my mother softly to me after the funeral. "Yes, Mother, so I must." * * * I didn't take me long to begin producing milk. A friend of mine with no neck hooked me up with his drug dealer, an unscrupulous Scottish pharmaceutical executive who was in the States to peddle "Stiffy" in the black market (that's the subject of my next story, "Size Matters, But A Stiffy Matters More"). But no steroids for me. I took massive dosages of Domperidone. Russell named the baby Laurence. "Just don't call him Laurie," I cautioned. "It's Larry." I moved into Russell's house to take care of the baby. Russell took a few days bereavement leave and then went back to the office. My father thought it best that Russell immerse himself in work and Dad immediately gave him a big case. Larry slept a lot and hardly fussed, except when he was hungry. But when Russell would try to feed the baby the bottle, Larry wouldn't drink it and my brother wondered why. I didn't tell him what Larry liked to suck on. My mother watched the baby during the day while I worked. But only being a few blocks away, I shook loose several times a day to feed Larry. Or Mother brought him there and I gave him a drink in her car in the parking lot. My parents and I hounded Russell to go out with his friends some time and have a little fun. He just seemed so depressed. Finally, Russell agreed. Russell's friend Brian came over to pick him up. He came in for awhile and had a beer. "Where are you guys going?" I asked Brian as Russell finished in the shower. "Hooters at Station Square is having a big bash. Free wings with every pitcher of beer. But I don't like wings." "Oh, you don't?" I inquired, just making conversation. "No, I like the breast." "Just like Russell," I muttered knowingly. "What, Sarah? I didn't hear you." "Why is it that the male of the species is so fascinated with breasts?" I snapped irritably, partly because he had been trying diligently to look down the front of my brand new AIX Armani Exchange white silk open-back halter dress. I hadn't worn a bra. The boss had told me to get all dolled up for work that day to impress some important clients. So I did. But I couldn't party with them that night I had insisted because I had to care for my infant nephew. The dudes looked so disappointed. "Huh?" Brian blurted. "You know--boobs--tits." "Well . . . I . . . uh . . . it . . . uh . . . they . . ." Just then Russell walked in the living room and saved his friend from further embarrassment. They, at Brian's urging, left in a hurry. I looked through Russell's collection of old movies and decided on The Pawnbroker with Rod Steiger. I had seen it before and really liked it. Soon I slipped off my dress and lounged around in nothing but my panties. I crashed on the couch and fell asleep watching the movie. Hours later I heard Larry fussing and went and got him. Immediately he latched onto my nipple and went at it greedily. I took him to the living room, started the movie over, and fed him on the couch. And then Russell walked in. "What the . . . Sarah . . . what . . . what are you doing?" "Watching The Pawnbroker. Rod Steiger was nominated for an Oscar for this flick. Do you remember that 'blood on my hands!' final scene?" "I kind of . . . uh . . . well . . . after I saw . . . uh . . . the rack on that black chick . . . I can't remember what happened after that." "True, the movie did set a new industry standard for frontal nudity," I expounded. "Russell, is that all you think about--boobs?" "Uh . . . well . . . I must . . . uh . . . say that yours are rather impressive, my dear sister. But why are you lying on the couch with Larry in nothing but your panties?" "I'm teaching him how to please a woman, Russell," I joked. "It's best a dude gets started learning early because many men don't seem to be able to grasp the fundamentals." I snickered, thinking of my last lover. He had never performed cunnilingus until he met me, and once I "taught" him he never wanted to stop. Which was fine most of the time but people do have to sleep. Unfortunately he got transferred to San Francisco and phone sex just didn't seem an adequate substitute for what we had together in person. So I got a dog instead. Larry had lost my nipple when he fell asleep. Now he opened his eyes and looked at his father with what I swear seemed like a twinkle in his eyes. "He's the one who looks pleased," Russell remarked. "Russell, you remember that picture of you and Mother when you were a baby and she was breastfeeding you? The one I always laugh at every time I look at it. Mother says she didn't wean you until you could talk. According to her, the first sentence you ever said was, 'I want the breasty!' Like father, like son." "Why yes, of course I remember, Sarah." He stared at me even more intently, focusing his eyes on the area between my neck and navel. Just then Larry latched onto my nipple again and began to gobble hungrily. "Yes, that's right, Russell, I'm breastfeeding your son." "But . . . how . . . what . . . how . . ." "Oh, don't be so naïve, Russell. Many adoptive mothers are able to breastfeed. Why, even some men breastfeed. Don't you listen to Rush Limbaugh?" "You know, I do recall him talking about it. I don't think he likes the idea." Russell sat beside me on the couch as I nursed Larry. He looked at me so . . . so . . . "What is it, Russell? You are looking at me quite oddly." "Not oddly, my dear sister--lustfully. I want the other one." "Huh?" "I want to suck your other nipple. Please, Sis? Laurie told me she would let me breastfeed." "She did?" "Yes. She knew how much it would mean to me. Won't you let me breastfeed, Sarah?" "I just don't don't know . . ." "Sarah, did you know that your breasts are lopsided? Larry prefers the right one, doesn't he?" I nodded in affirmation. "You're going to end up with boobs that don't match and you'll either need an implant for the smaller one or breast reduction surgery on the bigger one." "Oh my God!" I wailed. I shrugged in resignation. He was my dear brother, and he had been through so much with the death of his beloved wife. "Don't drool on my puppies. They don't like slobber." Larry had fallen asleep again. Russell picked him up and put him in his crib. My brother returned to me and began to tease and tweak my nipples with his hands. The tips soon stood at attention. "Nipples are packed with supersensitive nerve endings and there is a direct connection between the nerves in your nipples and your clitoris," Russell said rather scientifically. "You need to use your mouth, Russell," I advised matter-of-factly. "That's the only way you're going to get much milk." He did, gently biting and playfully pulling on my nipples with his lips. Then he slowly licked my areolas with the flat of his tongue as he would an ice cream cone. And then he latched onto one of my nipples with his mouth and got more into it than even his infant son had done. Russell got milk. He sure did. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let him drink from my left breast. But this felt different than Larry doing it. Really different. "Russell, you're so smart. I know you know this. What does breast milk contain? You know, stuff that's good for you?" He didn't act like he wanted to answer so I pulled him off my nipple. "Okay, okay." Russell proceeded to tell me that breast milk contains casein, a fancy word for the special protein that helps to prevent gastroenteritis, respiratory infections, otitis media, some cancers, juvenile diabetes, and allergic reactions. And of course iron, lactose, and Vitamin C. Not to mention DHA--Docosahexaenoic Acid--which encourages brain development and stimulates vision. Oh, and lipase, lactace, and amylase. "Well, I am worried about your health, Russell, because you don't eat right. I mean, you bring Taco Bell home every night. Seriously, take a good look at the people who work there. You are what you eat. Now, you go right back to what you were doing." He latched on a nipple again, this time the right one. "I'm trying to make them look like twins," he paused to comment contentedly. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is actually turning me on," I moaned softly after about five minutes as I slipped my hand down my panties. But then I heard Larry fussing again and I lost the mood. I pulled Russell's face away from my nipple and went to his son. He protested vehemently, "I want the breasty!" I came back in to the living room with Larry in a few minutes and said, "I shouldn't have let you, Russell. This isn't right. No more boob juice for you." * * * Two days later I got a lecture from my mother as she watched me nurse Larry. "Sarah, breastfeeding is such a natural and beautiful experience, isn't it?" "Yes Mother, it sure is." "Russell spoke to me yesterday, dear. He is so upset. About you not permitting him to . . . you know." I frowned. "Mother, I shouldn't have let him do it that once. A moment of weakness on my part. Do my breasts look lopsided?" "No, not really. Sarah, your brother is still in a state of shock over Laurie's death. We need to humor him." "You mean you want me to . . .?" "Yes honey, I do." After contemplating this for several minutes, I finally nodded. "So you think I should be a surrogate wife to Russell? Until his period of mourning is over and he finds someone new?" Mother nodded solemnly. "Well, I'll tell you this, Mother, I'll breastfeed his son and I'll breastfeed him, but I am not fucking my brother!" Mother smiled and purred, "Do you recall what my favorite president once said? Oral isn't sex." "Mother! You want me to suck my brother's cock? I'm . . . I'm . . ." "Well, that or let him have sex with your breasts. I just can't stand the thought of Russell jerking off all the time. It's so juvenile. Once he has sufficiently mourned the death of a wife whom we all loved, he'll find a new someone special. Your familial duty as his only sister is to get him over the hump." "I am not humping him, Mother!" "Sarah, let me give you some motherly advice." Mother informed me patiently me that if I digested enough semen I wouldn't have to take vitamins because it contains aboutonia, ascorbic acid, blood-group antigens, calcium, chlorine, choline, citric acid, creatine, deoxyribonucleic acid, fructose, glutathione, hyaluronidase, inositol, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorous, potassium, purine, pyramiding pyretic acid, sodium, sorbitol, spermadine, spermine, urea, uric acid, Vitamin B-12, and zinc. "But Mother . . ." I protested. "One 'typical' serving is only 15 calories! And if you get it in your hair it's much better than any conditioner on the market." "Mother, I don't worry about calories, I'm not fat!" "You won't get fat if you suck it instead of fuck it. Not only will you avoid an unwanted pregnancy, women who perform the act of fellatio and swallow semen on a regular basis at least several times a week may reduce their risk of breast cancer by up to 40%!" "Really?" "Oh, yes indeed. They did the study at North Carolina State University on over 15,000 women. Why, I have the report right here. Listen to this from Dr. A.J. Kramer of John Hopkins School of Medicine: 'I think this study removes the last shade of doubt that fellatio is actually a healthy act. I am surprised by these findings, but am also excited that the researchers may have discovered a relatively easy way to lower the occurrence of breast cancer in women.' Oh, and Dr. Helena Shifteer, one of the researchers at the university says, 'Only with regular occurrence will your chances be reduced, so I encourage all women out there to make fellatio an important part of their daily routine. Since the emergence of the research, I try to fellate at least once every other night to reduce my chances.' Do you believe me now, Sarah?" * * * That night Russell came home from work looking rather haggard. I sat on the couch nursing Larry. "Wow, you look beat, Russell. Tough case?" "The jury has been out for twelve hours now. We thought it would be quick. They keep asking to review testimony and exhibits." "I think you need a drink." "Yeah, I think I'll make a Long Island Ice Tea. Do you want one?" "That's not what I meant, Russell. You can have a drink from my breasts." "Really?" "Yes, my dear brother, you can. Now put Larry in his crib. He's asleep." Russell returned and sat beside me. He latched onto my left nipple enthusiastically. Ten minutes passed in which all I heard was hungry suckling. Russell lifted his head, and belched. "You sure got milk, honey!" he complimented. "And what are you going to give me in return, bro?" "I dunno, what did you have in mind?" "Well, I need my nourishment too." "Can I make you dinner?" I snuggled up to Russell and gave him kisses all over his face and neck. I licked his lips as if I was lapping an ice-cream cone, sucked on the tip of his tongue, and grazed my lips against his. Then a full-blown lip-lock. He began to get fired up and went for my tits again. "No Russell! You had your drink. Now I want mine." "Drink of what? Hey, I have some Irish Crème." "Yeah, we are part Irish, bro. I'll take some Irish crème. Make mine with aboutonia, ascorbic acid, blood-group antigens, calcium, chorine, choline, citric acid, creatine, deoxyribonucleic acid, fructose, glutathione, hyaluronidase, inositol, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorous, potassium, purine, pyramiding pyretic acid, sodium, sorbitol, spermadine, spermine, urea, uric acid, Vitamin B-12, and zinc." "Huh?" I had begin to play in his crotch. I unzipped him. He seemed to be getting the idea although he still looked a little puzzled. "Yes, Russell, I want to drink your cum." I pulled his cock out and began to fondle it. But I couldn't get it to grow. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you want a blow job?" "Oh Sarah, I just feel so guilty about letting my sister giving me head." "Really? You'll suck my tits but you won't let me suck your dick?" "It's . . . just . . . I . . . uh . . . well . . . it . . ." "Did Laurie do fellatio?" "All the time. She loved to do it." "So pretend I'm Laurie. I know, we'll put a blindfold on you. Do you have any blindfolds?" "Uh . . . no. But I know what we could use." "What's that?" "Your bra." I glanced at my nursing bra hanging over a chair along with my blouse. "The cups are probably a little milky." "Awesome!" he cried as he fetched the bra and covered his eyes with it. He managed to also cover his nose and mouth with one of the cups. He got an immediate erection. Talk about rising from the dead. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Russell." I knelt in front of him and stared at the big throbbing cock about ready to burst inches from my face. "I want your cock in my hungry mouth." I breathed on it gently and then rubbed the tip all over my face. "How bad do you want a blow job, bro?" "Real bad, my pretty little sister, real bad," he moaned. "I feel like I'm going to explode." "You are going to explode, Russell. Right down my throat." "Do you think I have a big dick, Sarah? Laurie is the only one I ever had sex with. She said it was big. But she never had any other dicks, so she also said." "You sure do have a big dick, Russell. Really big. Just the way I like it. But not too big. Otherwise I couldn't get it all in my mouth." "You can get it all in your mouth? Oh my God! Laurie couldn't do that." "Stayed tuned and I'll show you. You know, I think your dick is too big. I'm going to do you a favor and make it smaller." "Huh?" "I'm going to suck it until it gets smaller. Would you like that?" "Yes, I think I would like that. Very much. You are so beautiful and I'm so glad you're my sister." "Yeah, your cock-sucking sister. I think you're horny, Russell, real horny." I stroked his cock with one hand, held his balls in the other hand, as I flicked the head with my tongue. "I think you want to cum in my mouth real bad. I think you want to shoot a big load all over my face and tits, don't you honey?" "Uh . . . yes . . . I . . . that would be nice." "Not to worry, baby. I'm going to gobble and guzzle you like you wouldn't believe." And then I did. I closed my mouth over the head of his cock and slid one hand up and down on the shaft as I gently tugged on his balls with my other hand. Breastfeeding My Brother "Oh my fucking God!" he cried. "You like that, 'eh?" I paused to question demurely. "Pulling on a dude's family jewels when he is in the midst of passion delays ejaculation, prolonging his pleasure. Hey, I read Cosmo." "No, Sarah, please don't tease me! I have to cum! I have to cum!" "No worries, bro." And I shut up, using more and more of my mouth and less and less of my hand. I tilted my head back and let him pop down my throat. All of him. "Oh my motherfucking God!" he screamed as his legs shook. I squeezed his butt cheeks and pulled him toward me as he began to frantically fuck my mouth. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. "Jesus Christ almighty! I'm going to heaven! This is the fucking Rapture! I'm going to heaven to be with Laurie! Oh my God, oh my God," he wailed deliriously as he grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me all the way down on him, and more. I think he wanted me to even swallow his balls, so I tried. His cock quivered spasmodically in my mouth as he ejaculated. I swallowed most of it and then pulled him out and let him shoot some on my face and breasts. I put the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue and squeezed out every last drop and ate it up. And then I put him back in my mouth until the swelling subsided. "What did I tell you, Russell? Did I make your dick smaller, or what?" I wiggled his limp cock and tittered. We snuggled on the couch. Russell had more boob juice, first from the right, and then the left. "Finally, I got them so they're the same size!" he joked. "But I think they're different flavors. Speaking of favorite flavors, Sarah, you probably don't know this, but Laurie loved cunnilingus." "She did?" "Yes indeed. Laurie liked me to wear her panties over my head when I did her. Not covering my mouth and tongue though. It made her laugh and cum all the faster. Over and over." I wiggled out of my jeans, slipped off my panties, and handed them to him. He put them on his head. I reclined on the couch and my brother positioned himself between my legs. Russell licked and kissed the inside of my thighs. He made heart-shaped designs on my legs with the tip of his tongue. At least I think that's what they were." "Your moustache is tickling me," I whispered as I squirmed. "Do you want me to stop?" he replied just before he nuzzled his face into my little red bush. I couldn't help but strain to get my pussy closer to him. He put his lips right on the top of my slit. Then he kissed me there. First gently, then harder. "Do me, bro," I begged. "Do me. Eat me. Please eat me!" He used his tongue to separate my pussy lips. After Russell opened me up he ran his tongue up and down the layers of flesh. Then he spread my legs a little further apart and began to eagerly tongue fuck me. My legs shuddered when he found my clit. He began to roll my clit with his tongue for awhile and then tapped on it gently. Such a delicious sensation. When he could tell I was getting close, he formed his lips into an "O" and began to suck my clit. First softly and then a little harder and still harder. I pulled his head to me. "Oh Russell! Oh Russell! Oh Russell!" I shook from head to toe in ecstasy as I gloriously exploded in what perhaps was the best orgasm of my life. Simply fantastic! But he didn't stop. No, he made me cum twice more as I squeezed my thighs against the sides of my brother's face. Russell went back to breastfeeding as I wound down and he had me about ready for another game of "ring around the tongue." Just then my cell phone sitting nearby rang. I picked it up. Mother. I answered it. "Mother, call back in an hour. Russell and I are not having sex. You know, like your favorite president said. I can't talk. I have to go now." "Ohhhhhhh fuck," my mother muttered. "What's wrong, Mother?" "I have important news about your father that just won't wait." "Well, what is it, Mother? Tell me. And make it brief." As I listened in astonishment, my mother proceeded to tell me that my father had decided to give up his lucrative law practice and obtain a degree in contour design for De Monfort University, Leicester, England. When I asked what contour design might be, she explained that it is the study of underwear--knickers and bras. Mother continued, "De Momfort graduates readily find jobs as designers and buyers for names such as Triumph International, Primark, House of Fraser, Janet Reger, Next, Debenhams, and John Lewis. Other graduates have set up their own lingerie design companies. But it's not about the job and the money with your father, Sarah. He just loves the way he feels wearing a bra and panties." "I can't believe it!" I cried. "Ohhhhhhh fuck!" my mother screamed. "What's wrong now, Mother?" "Your Aunt Linda is teasing my clit with her tongue and she has a menthol cough drop in her mouth." "Mother, what's Father doing?" "Just sitting here in his plus size chopper bar shelf bra in beautiful thick stretch lace with strategic boning for uplifting cleavage. Breastfeeding off me contentedly. He took off the matching lace stretch mesh thong. Aunt Linda just gave him a blow job. Now, like I said, she's muff diving on me." Mother started to scream again and I hung up. "Is something wrong, Sarah?" Russell asked, concerned, giving my nipple a rest for a moment. "Do you have any menthol cough drops, Russell? I think you're getting a cold." He nodded and got up to get them. "I just love it when you baby me, Sarah. Laurie liked to baby me." Russell quickly came back to me and leaned down and began to kiss and nibble my neck affectionately. Then to my breasts, again. "Russell, you are not the world's greatest titty sucker. Larry, is much better than you, and please save some for him. But you could be the world's best clitty sucker. Maybe with just a little more practice . . ." I pulled his face lower. And lower. A menthol cough drop works wonders for chapped lower lips. And is quite effective, at least on a temporary basis, for PSAS (Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome). Yes indeed, breastfeeding can have many benefits for all concerned. Why, I even think more milky tit sucking might stop war. Definitely famine. "You suck!" is now in certain circles a compliment or a directive rather than a flame. * * * Author's Note: Hey, you dudes please let me know in a Public Comment at what point in the story you got a chubby. I'm doing a research project on latent transsexual tendencies. Breastfeeding Niece and Her Mom Author's Note: All participants are over 18. I've really enjoyed writing this. A reader sent me an email suggusting this story. His niece was breastfeeding a young child and he had a very hard erection ... enjoy! ***** "You have to come over. I really need your support right now!" It was a frantic call from my sister. Clearly, she was upset but she didn't tell me why. We didn't always get along as we are both strong willed and sometimes aggressive people. There was a thaw after my brother/her husband died of a blood clot. I fully expected that I would happily drift away from her life and she from mine. Instead, my feelings and commitment toward my brother made me be in her life because of my niece and nephew. So, I drove over to her house and knocked on the door. Sarah stood there as a petite woman, barely 5 feet tall. I was reminded how funny it was to see her and my brother together. Like me, he was a tall man of 6 feet 6 inches. It struck me how much I missed him. She let me in and I followed her long thick mane of light red, and wavy hair. Today, it flowed down her back well beyond her shoulder blades but usually it was neatly piled upon her head. She smiled at me and it was disarming. Full pink lips and white teeth with high cheekbones and freckles dotted her cheeks and nose. As a distance runner, even at the age of 41, she was in shape with muscled legs and arms. I guess you would say that she had a "tight" body but she hardly ever showed it off. I do remember Sarah and my brother Frank celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary and she wore a little black dress. It fit her perfectly and showed me that she didn't always live in a jogging outfit. My first wife left me after 3 years and I left my second wife after only 5 months. No kids for me and I guess that it is just karma that I feel like my niece and nephew are somewhat my responsibility now. My niece Shaye sat on the couch with tears in her eyes. Her older brother Ryan was away at Clemson. Shaye in tears is not an unusual sight. At 18, she was a very emotional young woman. Her hair, long and colored just like her mothers was tousled around her shoulders and her pouting lips told me that they had been fighting again. Not unusual for a mother and daughter their ages to fight but this did look different. Shaye did not look like she was fighting with Sarah. She looked like she was angry with someone or something else. "What's up?" I asked lightly. "I'm pregnant." That would be Shaye's style. Right in your face and bold. Then again, she could be kidding me but this time, she wasn't. I knew those words would change my life but I didn't yet know how. We sat for hours and discussed the options. There was marriage to the boy who turned out to be an already married man of 40 ... ok, that wasn't going to work. There was abortion but they were Catholic and did not think that an option. There was also giving the baby up for adoption or keeping the baby. I was not in favor of keeping the baby. I know Sarah and I know Shaye and didn't think either could handle a baby in their lives. Sometimes, I'm an idiot. Sarah thought about it and weighed the pros and cons while Shaye thought adoption was a better bet. We decided pretty quickly that we didn't need to decide right away but that we could wait a few months and decide then. Tears seemed to have disappeared and I was actually proud of Sarah for not giving Shaye too hard a time about being stupid enough to mess with a married man and then especially without protection! The months passed by and I visited the house regularly and watched my niece blossom. Her body was never like her mother's. It was much like my mother's. Shaye was 5 foot 8 inches tall. She stood with broad shoulders and full and round breasts that pressed together on her small rib cage. Her hips were narrow and her legs and arms slim. With the onslaught of pregnancy, she began carrying up front and her breasts grew bigger to DD size. She seemed to enjoy them swinging about on her chest as she often went about the house bra-less. "That'll end when her milk comes in" chuckled Sarah as I tried not to look. The question of adoption disappeared at 8 months. Shaye was going to keep the baby. She really began to feel the pain of the extra weight. She had put on more than 40 pounds and said she felt like a cow. I only chuckled as I got her a pillow. She was 8 1/2 months pregnant when she went into labor. Honestly, we weren't ready. The three of us had done the Lamaze classes but we just weren't mentally ready. But, the baby said she was ready and I watched my pretty niece give birth at our local hospital and there I sat with a warm baby girl in my arms, Mary. It was 5 weeks later that my phone rang at 1am and shook me out of a dream of me fucking my boss' wife. "Uncle Ray, I'm sorry to wake you. Can you come over tonight?" "Be right there!" I answered as cheerily as possible when you are ripped from the image of gliding in and out of a sexy woman. Barely dressed, I stumbled out of my condo and drove over. I quietly opened the door and Shaye was holding little Mary in her arms. The babe was screaming bloody murder. "I can't get her to stop crying!" she panicked. "Mom is very tired and cranky and I haven't slept in days." I looked at Mary and took her in my arms and checked her temperature. She stopped crying and I thought I had some sort of magic. Unfortunately, she only stopped to look at me and then started screaming again. "Has she eaten?" "Sometimes" "When was the last time?" "About 3 hours ago. She just doesn't like the formula. The doctor said that I should feed her every 3 to 4 hours and that eventually she'd like it." "I thought you were breast feeding." "I am but I was trying to wean her off me." "Maybe you shouldn't" "But I feel like a cow, Uncle Ray! They're huge and though, initially I liked the looks I was getting, I think they are too big now. I'm trying to get my life back, you know?" "Sweetie, your life is now this baby. If you really had wanted your life back, you should have given her up for adoption." "I know, I know. I love her but I'm just tired and this is really tough." "Can I suggest something?" "Sure, that's why I asked you here." "Try feeding your baby and stop worrying about your breast size. You are a beautiful woman and your breasts are beautiful too, not just big." She pouted as she didn't like the answer I gave her. After a minute, "Thanks, Uncle Ray. I guess I should stop the formula and see if that is the problem. My breasts are so full anyway." I watched as my sweet niece opened her gown in front of me. She hefted an engorged breast as I handed Mary to her. I was shocked to see her naked breast with the blue veins and the teat trimmed with milk just leaking out. I felt the lump in my pants. Mary clamped on and began draining. I tried to look away but watched her in the mirror and felt like a pervert. Soon both Mary and Shaye were asleep on the couch. Mary fell off Shaye's breast and I was fascinated. Drops of milk glistened there and I wanted some. I wanted to taste it and feel it slip down my throat. There was a creek on the floor behind me. "Good to see they finally are getting some sleep." I turned to see my sister standing in the hallway. For someone who was tired and attempting sleep, she looked great in a deep green satin teddy and her long hair wrapped up in a loose braid. Her nipples pressed against the fabric and she gave me a hug before covering her daughter and granddaughter up with a blanket. "Thanks for coming over. I see she is feeding Mary again. I think that's good." "I agree." I responded. "It looks like no one is sleeping while Mary is awake." "Yeah," she paused. "She certainly has a pair of lungs. Can I talk to you in the bedroom so we don't wake them up?" I followed her petite ass down the hall and she closed the door behind me and then sat on the bed. "Sit with me, please." I sat. She took my hand. "I'm having trouble sleeping." "I'm sorry, it seems to be common problem in this house," I paused. "What can I do to help?" "Well, I miss your brother. I mean, I miss him every hour of the day." Though we were of similar builds he and I were very different personalities. There was no way to replace him, nor would I ever want to. "I miss him, too. He was a great guy but you know that we must move on." "Yeah, you are right but it is so hard to move on. It is especially tough at night. When I go to bed, I really miss him." "Yeah, I think our bodies and minds start to shut down and we allow ourselves to get sad." I hugged her lightly feeling rather awkward. "I'm sure that is the case but there is a physical thing, Ray. I mean. How do I say this?" "Just say it." She put her hand on my back, "Ray, I need a man physically. I need a man to get to sleep. It's been a couple of years and I just need to feel a man's hardness inside me ... so I can sleep at night." There was a pause. I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. She started to cry. "I know you don't like me but I'm so tired. I just need to sleep and I can't. Alcohol, sleeping pills and nothing works! I've tried everything!" I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. It was true, we were like oil and water but she had been different since he died. She continued. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said anything. I guess I'm just a stupid bitch." "You're not stupid," I quickly shot out regretting that it sounded like I thought she was a bitch. She laughed and it was a very nice laugh as she knew I didn't mean it like that. "So, you think I'm a bitch?" she teased. We both laughed and I reached an arm around her and pulled her to me. She was so tiny and fit under my arm. She put her hand on my chest and I kissed the top of her hair. It smelled like strawberries. Her hand traveled down my shirt to stroke my thigh and I glanced down her shirt to see her pert breasts. I tilted her head up. Those green eyes that sparkled with fire and flare, the neatly trimmed eyebrows and her petite nose were all captivating when she wanted them to be. I kissed her freckled cheeks and then those full lips. Our tongues touched and I felt her hand stroke my hardness for a moment and then slid down my thigh. Our movements became more frantic as she pulled my shirt off and ran her fingernails over my hairy chest. Clearly the aggressor, she pushed me down on the bed and pulled my pants and shorts off in one great tug. She could be strong when she wanted to. My cock was stiff and vertical as her tiny hand grasped it. The angry thick veins of my cock were the size of her pinky as she stroked up and down. I saw her smile as she crawled between my legs and the phallus parted her small mouth. I felt huge and thick and hard. She sucked the head and then licked teasingly the rim and skin around it. I'm no giant down there but at 8 inches, I looked huge compared to her diminutive features. Sarah gripped my cock with both hands and neither wrapped completely around as she licked and sucked the helmet of my cockhead. Her tongue felt wonderful as she was obviously happy sucking and pulling from the tip to my ball sack. I felt her finger at my anus and she stroked and poked and finally pushed a finger inside me. This was new to me. I'd never had that done and felt a surge in my cock that took me to another level. She giggled as she beat my meat in long strokes pulling the extra skin up to almost cover my fat cockhead. I reached down and literally lifted her up. I needed her impaled on my cock. It was time. Enough play. Her pussy was sopping wet as she straddled my hips and rubbed her hot cunt lips along my length. She stood straight up over me with her nipples hard and long, pink and standing straight out. Slowly she squatted down gripping my cock beneath her and aiming it for her pussy. The head is easily the biggest part of my cock and I felt her struggle with it as it pressed through her gateway. She grunted at it as she attempted a third and fourth time before getting it just inside her pussy lips with an "oh yeah!" Those were the first words either of us had spoken. She worked down on my length and her tightness created intense pressure around my throbbing cock. It had been so long since I had made love that I thought I might explode right there. She got most of me in and I began to lose control. I gripped her hips and began lifting and shoving her down hard on my spike. Her little tits bounced before my eyes. Her hands rested on my chest. Her nails scratched me. I worried that I might be hurting her and she seemed to sense my concern but her smile assured me that she was truly enjoying this. Her athletic abilities began to show as she took over the work of slamming my rod into her. Those runners' legs lifted her up and down like a well oiled machine driving my cock deep within her hot tunnel. I could feel her cervix snapping at my cock with each thrust. She worked up a good sweat and I could feel the electricity rising up my back. I wasn't going to last much longer. "This is so good. OH MY god! So deep, baby, so deep!" she cried out in stuttered shrieks. She kept up the slamming. "God, I LOVE FUCKING!" she cried out a moment later and I watched as her bright green eyes went wide. "Cum with me! Please!" She ground down on me hard grabbing my hands and putting all of her energy into her downward thrust. I felt myself throbbing in preparation. Her cunt was hot and tight as it pulsed and gripped my cock. Her face screwed up and then I shot deep inside her. Our juices mixed and flowed down my balls and made a mess on the bed. Sarah collapsed and lay on me panting and planting baby kisses on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her. I awoke an hour later and extricated myself from her arms, dressed and quietly made my way past a gently snoozing Shaye and Mary. On the trip home, I wondered what would happen in our relationship, now. I felt guilty and wondered if fucking my brother's widow was incest or not. It only took a minute to remember her orgasm face and to decide that it didn't matter though somehow I felt like I was slowly slipping down a hill without any possibility of stopping. Two days later I got a handwritten note in the mail from Sarah. "Thank you for you kindness the other night. I'd like to repay you by inviting you to dinner at my house on Friday evening. Would 7pm work? I need some help babysitting Mary. Thanks again." It was simply signed "Sarah." I could tell that she must have struggled with the note and what to say. I thought dinner would be a great idea but wondered how awkward it might be. I arrived on Friday with a bottle of red wine and a small basket of wild flowers. She greeted me at the door wearing a messy apron and holding Mary in her arms ... obviously frazzled. I grabbed Mary with a smile and followed Sarah into her living room. It was a wreck but the kitchen was worse. Sarah had fight in her eyes as she put the flowers and the bottle on the counter. It felt like somehow she was going to blame this on me. I'd seen her build up to an explosion like this before. I smiled at the unusually quiet Mary who seemed to look back at me with her own pretty eyes. I put Mary down in a seat-like contraption that allowed her to coo and giggle and not get hurt. Mary did her part. I looked at the recipes Sarah had out. Fancy chicken, a nifty sauce for asparagus, baked potatoes, some cold soup that I couldn't tell you what it was. I put my hands on her narrow shoulders and she blew a few strands of hair in exasperation. "Let me take care of this Sarah." "It just sucks. Shaye's back at work and I had this big plan but Mary wasn't helping by screaming the whole time and I don't know! Now she is quiet. You are here and she is quiet. How do you do that?" "You are beautiful," I said in a half whisper. "Now, go to your room and get your game up to gorgeous. Relax; I've got it from here if you don't mind me changing up the meal a bit." "I don't mind at all," she said with relief. She turned on her heel and headed down the hall. I called after her, "Uh, is there formula already made if Mary should get hungry? I mean, when did she last eat?" Sarah's voice called back, "Shaye is breastfeeding now. She gave up on the formula so I splurged and got her a breast pump. Milk's in the fridge and yeah, she is probably going to be hungry soon." The potatoes were almost done cooking so that was easy. I grabbed some seasoned bread crumbs, an egg and a frying pan and soon I was making a gently fried chicken. The asparagus met some Italian salad dressing in a frying pan and that was going to be tasty. Then I really got moving. I picked up the mess in the kitchen, set the table and then Mary began fussing. I found Shaye's breast milk in the fridge among about 5 bottles. I wondered if Shaye was going away somewhere as there was just so much milk in there. Mary nestled easily in one arm as I ran the bottle under warm water. I tested it by putting some drops on my wrist. Not quite ready so I just licked it off. I don't know why, but I did. It tasted different. Not bad. Not good, but different. Another few minutes in the warm tap water and it was ready to go. I sat at the table with Mary in my arms suckling on the bottle. I looked up and there was Sarah looking, as they say, like a million bucks. She wore a navy blue dress, off-white pearls and matching ear-rings. The dress ended well above her knee revealing well toned and sexy legs. Her smooth light red hair hung loosely about her shoulders. She looked taller ... ah, the heels! Beautiful navy pumps of about 5 inches. "I won't last in these," she commented pointing at her feet, "but I hope they have the right effect." "Your legs look really, really long in those," I commented rather lamely as Mary requested my attention again. "I mean, you've got great legs and those heels just intensify the effect." She smiled and knew that I had to work hard to be suave. Even so, I always seemed to fail in that endeavor. We sat down to a lovely meal. Sarah really appreciated me finishing things up for her and let me know by hip-checking me as we washed the dishes. We hadn't EVER gotten along this well and I hoped it wouldn't end after this dinner. I just didn't want to do something stupid. That is usually what happens to me. I don't often think, so this time, I was thinking hard. Sarah put Mary down to bed and we found ourselves in a dimly lit living room with a floor littered with kids' toys with 2 very full glasses of wine. Soon the wine was mostly gone and Sarah was curled up on the couch next to me just snuggling. "Did you like the other night?" she asked with her sweet eyes looking up into mine. "Loved it. You?" "Oh very much so, Ray. Very much so." She paused a moment, "Y'know, Ray, we could do that again and I bet it would be really good, too." "Yes, I believe it would be," I stroked her wavy hair with the faint smell of strawberries. "You seem like the kind of guy who likes to do different things." "Yes, sometimes," I didn't know what she had in mind and I was a bundle of nerves because of it. There was a coy smile on her face. A smile like none I'd ever seen and I think she might have been a little drunk. "You seem like a guy who likes to watch a little bit," licking her lips seductively, turning up the music and closing the curtains. She put her heels back on and combed her fingers through her hair pulling it out to fullest. She looked like a tall tigress about to eat me up as her hips swayed and thrust in that sexy blue dress. She toyed with the shoulder straps and soon they were off. She sucked her finger into her mouth like she was sucking down a skinny cock. She shook a little and the dress became a pile on the floor. Breastfeeding Niece and Her Mom She stood before me wearing only a thong, pearls and those fantastic heels. Her hips thrust as she rubbed her ass, her slim thighs and pulled on the thong which stretched causing her pussy lips to surround the soaked pussy material. My cock was straining through my pants. I had a spot where the precum had pushed its way through my khaki pants. Taking another gulp of wine, she stood before me and pulled on her nipples. They stretched and hardened and stretched some more. Then she tossed some pillows on the floor and sat facing me with her legs spread open. Pulling aside her thong, she revealed a beautiful pink pussy with engorged and glistening pussy lips. I wish I had paid more attention the other evening as I was looking at a beautiful puffy pussy. "Take your clothes off. I want to see what I've done to you," she commanded while stroking her clit. It was a fat clit for such a tiny woman. I was naked in a second and she ordered that I sit again on the couch to watch her. Watch her? I wanted to join her, but she was having none of it ... yet. "I loved your cock the other night," she huskily whispered. "When I'm done with my little show, will you give it to me again?" I nodded eagerly as she slipped first a single finger in and then another and began finger fucking herself. I was worried that her moans would wake Mary as she thrust her tiny pelvis up in the air. Her fingers worked hard and then she suddenly stopped. "Hmmm, I need something bigger, baby." I hoped she meant me but she grabbed a baby toy that was the shape of a baseball bat. I don't know what it was but it was about 15 inches long with a handle and thick as a D sized battery. She worked it along her pussy lips getting it wet and watching my cock twitch with each movement. She looked into my eyes, "You DO like this, don't you!" I could only grunt and grip my cock and stroke it for her. "Yeah, you stroke that big cock while I fuck this thing. Just keep stroking but save your cum for me!" She pushed it inside and it kept going. Once she was all the way in, she began her fucking motion. It was long enough for both her hands to grip it. Her eyes never left mine as she kept fucking the toy. She tossed her hair as her climax neared. Suddenly she got up on her hands and knees and crawled to me with the toy still embedded in her pussy. She squatted down on it as she bounced up and down on it as she brushed my hands aside and gripped my cock. I watched her head bob and enjoyed the sight and sounds of a fantastic blow job. Her petite mouth barely fit around the helmet of my cock. Her lips and tongue were so hot I thought I would scream and her hands never seemed to stop. How could she keep all the motion going? Her finger found and teased my asshole and sweat was dripping from her face. She grunted and groaned as I shot my load deep down her throat. She swallowed most of it and some dripped to her chest which she quickly scooped up with her finger and sucked it into her mouth. "I LOVE the taste of cum." she confided. Pulling the toy from her hot cunt, she straddled my thighs. My wilting cock was no match for her adept hands as they massaged me back to life. Doing my part, I alternated sucking those pert tits and nibbling on her nipples. I was surprised that I was hard so quickly. By now we were both sweating and sliding on each other. Passion fueled our movements and we were done playing around. She fed my cock into her pussy and slid quickly halfway down the shaft with a gasp. "It's going to take a while to get used to your cock, baby." she whispered into my ear as she pressed more of me into her. "I think our only option is to practice, practice, practice," I murmured back. Sarah was full of energy. Her hair was like fire in my eyes. Her lips, ripe and full were entrancing as I kissed, licked and bit them. Our pace was maddening as her hot cunt enveloped my cock over and over again. She began to cry as several orgasms quickly peaked and subsided in rapid succession. And then I heard Mary cry. So did Sarah. I kissed her neck and we slowed. My cock was sore and I'm sure her pussy was too. Sarah kissed me quickly and climbed off. She grabbed the toy she had fucked and tossed it into the trash before grabbing a bathrobe and getting Mary. I dressed slowly and then cleaned up the living room and emptied the dishwasher. I found Sarah asleep on the couch with Mary on her chest. At least they were both sleeping better. I put Mary in her bed and kissed Sarah on the forehead and heard her murmur something as I left. Though I called and we talked, we could not find a time when it made sense to get back together. I had evening commitments at work and so did she. We both couldn't seem to get our schedules to align. Finally, almost two weeks later, I headed over to visit the whole family. Shaye met me at the door in a bathrobe tied at the waist and a wet towel on her head. Her full breasts pushed the robe open showing a long cleavage. "Didn't you get my text message?" Perplexed, I answered "No, didn't see it." "Oh geez. Umm, Mom had to go to work tonight so we postponed until Sunday afternoon." "Ah, bummer. Sorry about that," I checked my phone and sure enough, the message indicator said I had a message. "Well, you might as well come in. Mary is sleeping and I was just about to have a snack before pumping." My mind went to pumping iron and working out but that didn't make sense. I entered anyway and followed her shapely ass down the hall to the kitchen. "Yeah, I have to eat or drink something whenever I use this thing. It just seems to drain me so much more completely that Mary does," she grabbed a plate of nacho chips and put some salsa in a bowl and then opened two beers handing one to me. "Beer is supposed to be good for nursing mothers but I think that is probably bullshit." I nodded, "But it tastes good so why not?" She smiled calmly. "Where's Mary?" I asked looking around. "Well, since she has been breast feeding, she gets to bed a bit earlier and sleeps longer ... so she is napping in her crib." "What's the pump for, then?" "Oh, for the upcoming days and nights when Mom is taking care of her and I can't be here." "Ah!" how dumb of me. I figured I'd better go before it gets any more uncomfortable. As it was, IT was already uncomfortable in my shorts. "Check this out Uncle Ray," she spread her robe slightly and applied the suction cup to her breast. I was fascinated. The motor hummed and her nipple extended inside the flange. Soon milk was squirting out into the bottle. My cock thickened and she smiled. Her breast was full and there were several purple veins making their way to the nipple. I found it sexy to see her like that. The humming reminded me of a vibrator and I watched as Shaye bit her lower lip before looking up at me. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Umm, yeah. Kinda ok. It's embarrasing." "What is?" "I dunno. I just sometimes get these little climaxes when I pump. It's like such a strong sucking sensation, y'know? Well, I guess you wouldn't know but about 1 out of 3 times, I get these little orgasms." "Must be nice," I was embarrassed too. She switched the pump onto her other breast leaving the first breast mostly uncovered. Small drops of milk just hung there and I found myself licking my lips. Her nipple looked tender and slightly abused while her breast still looked round and thick. I took in the totality of her beautiful chest. Her big full breasts, her long and extended nipples and then I saw her smile as I realized that I was caught watching. "You need to close your mouth or at least close your mouth on my nipple, Uncle Ray." I didn't know how to respond. Actually, I DID know how to respond. I KNEW that I should run from the room and the house but I didn't want to. I told myself that I was horny in anticipation of an evening that would end with Sarah fucking my brains out. I was horny and thinking with the wrong head. She hefted her breast toward me, "It's still got some milk in it. You might like to try it ... fresh from the source." I reached out and held it. My mind was screaming at me to think of Sarah and what would happen if she found out that I was touching her daughter and my niece. My niece!! No shit, this was like ... well INCEST. My brother's widow was one thing but my brother's daughter? Shaye's words were soft and filtered through the din of noise trying to convince me to get up and leave. Her voice won out. "That's it, Uncle Ray. That feels nice," she quietly offered. "Just suck it in and taste it. I'm sure you'll like it." I leaned forward while my mind kept screaming at me to leave. I clamped on to her nipple and felt her hand on the back of my head encouraging me to lick and suck that nipple and tit. She groaned. "Oh, that is much better," she turned off the pump and moved me over to the full tit and I began sucking that one. I felt her nipple extend into my mouth and the warm slightly sweet milk flowed across my tongue and down my throat. My cock was raging in my pants. I kept drinking until she was dry and she was cooing at my suckling of her other breast. I felt her hand rest on my cock and begin stroking me. Her breathing was ragged and harsh as another orgasm took her. She tensed and gripped my cock full and hard. I didn't stop her but enjoyed her hand and how her legs quivered as the orgasms coursed their way through her body. "Oh YES, Uncle Ray, suck my tits!" She fumbled with my pants for only a moment and got my cock out. With a smile she stroked me as I nuzzled her fleshy pillow of tit. She pulled me to her bedroom and flopped on the bed and spread her legs wide for me. I watched her glistening pussy lips spread and open awaiting my touch and insertion. I stepped out of my pants and she gripped my cock and guided it to her mouth where she sucked and licked never taking her eyes from mine. Her sweet young face was filled with lust and her cheeks flushed. Her tongue played with my cock and balls. I moved between her legs and found her pussy shaven clean. I licked gently at first and more insistently soon after. My tongue explored her pussy lips and I gently bit and pulled them aside enjoying the aroma of her arousal. I slipped a finger deep inside her curling it up to find the fleshy mound of her g-spot. She grinned and I licked at her turgid clit that stood up so proud from its hood. She responded to my licking and fingering with thrashing and her juices flowed down to my tongue ... a tasty treat but not nearly as wonderful as the taste of this young woman's milk. All thoughts of running out were far away now. Her tits flopped from side to side as she climaxed again on my tongue and I knew that my cock would invade her pussy very soon. Shaye's breathing was returning to normal as I lifted her legs to my shoulders and my cock was poised at her entrance. "Do you want it?" "I do, Uncle Ray. I do." she responded. I pushed the thick head against her swollen and soacked pussy lips and felt them part for me. Not easily but with some insistence, they parted and the tunnel was slowly mine. As I drove deeper and deeper, her eyes went wide and she climaxed again. My thickness had gotten to her. She was in a flurry of orgasms. Her head slammed from side to side as I pushed in to the hilt pressing my cockhead to her cervix. She was crying out and gripping the sheet on both sides of her. "FUCK ME!" she cried out and I slammed her hard and fast, deep and long. Her eyes were wild as I held her ankles at my neck and entered again and again. I felt my balls strain as her legs dropped to my sides and I pushed one last time depositing my seed deep within her hot cunt ... and her womb. Oh shit! What had I done? It was instant mental remorse. I fucked my niece, my dead brother's daughter, the young woman I was supposed to protect from idiots like me. Worse, I fucked the daughter of a woman I had been fucking. Better still, I was so stupid; I hadn't worn protection and she could be pregnant. I quickly climbed off her bed, grabbed my clothes, dressed and looked back at her. She was sleeping. I feigned a bad cold and didn't show on Sunday. Over the next 3 weeks, I didn't answer calls and responded to text messages with cryptic and short answers. Even so, I waited for that email, text message or voice mail that told me that I was to be a father for the first time or that my sister had decided to move and take my sweet niece with her just to get her away from her perverted Uncle Ray. It was a Saturday night and I was alone in my apartment. I was so confused. I knew a few things. I loved them both as family but I thought that maybe I could love Sarah as a wife. I found that I was missing her. I missed the way her smile was crooked at times and how she would tease me when I said dumb things. I thought about how she gave me that show, she touched herself for my benefit. She could be wild and edgy at a time in her life when most women were getting boring. I missed Shaye and Mary too but in a much different way. As a I sat there with a scotch on the rocks in the dark of my apartment I thought about how my sexual appetite has pushed me into plowing into the fertile fields of Shaye and I remembered how her milk engorged tits were just there waiting for me to hold, lick and suck. I remembered watching her pump the milk and how horny I got. My cock was rock hard and I rubbed it. I wondered what it would be like to have Shaye riding my cock and her milk spraying out all over my chest and my face. My heart wanted Sarah in my life but my cock wanted both of them and if it came out that I had fucked both of them then it was likely, I'd have neither of them! I gulped some more scotch and closed my eyes unable to see a way out of this mess. Another week passed and I continued to avoid them and felt even worse about it. I knew that I was being stupid but I just threw myself into my work to make excuses. I wondered what would happen if I confessed. Would I feel better even though I would end up with neither of them? At night, as I closed my eyes for sleep, my fantasies included remembering our fucking either one or the other. As the work week concluded, my fantasies often included both women; Shaye and her fully engorged and leaking breasts and her mother, Sarah, small, limber and physically demanding. I awoke on Friday morning with a raging and pulsating hard-on. Bits and pieces of my dreams coming back to me as I stroked myself. I lay on my back with Shaye feeding me her tits while Sarah's taut pussy gripped my cock as she bounced on my fat cock. Shaye then straddled my face feeding me her juicy pussy. Sarah was in perpetual motion fucking me hard and pounding on my chest, her light red hair streaming around her shoulders bouncing with each slam onto my cock. Work was boring that Friday and it was difficult to keep focused. I decided that this had to be resolved. Perhaps they hadn't talked to each other about me. Perhaps they didn't know and didn't need to know. Maybe I could spend time with Sarah and avoid Shaye to avoid her sexual draw on me. Could the genie get back in the bottle? Maybe I was just over reacting? Maybe it was just a one night stand for each of them. Was that the worst thought when I wanted something long-lasting with Sarah? Still confused, I made the call to Sarah and she invited me over the house that evening. I hoped that Shaye would be out. She usually went out on Friday nights and as I drove over, I thought I might get lucky. I pondered what would happen if I confessed to just one of them, especially if I confessed to Sarah. Would she forgive me my transgression with her daughter or would she throw my ass out the front door. I laughed out loud as I turned the corner to their street. The image of that tiny nymph throwing a guy my size out a door was comical ... but I knew that if mad enough, she'd try and probably succeed! The house was neat and tidy as I entered. It was actually cleaner than I had ever seen it before. Sarah grabbed my arm and held it to her side as she brought me down the hallway to the dining room table. Usually, the dining room table was covered with baby supplies, diapers and the like. Tonight, there were candles lit, 3 places set and the nice china laid out. "What's this?" I asked with total surprise. "Oh," smiled Sarah, "this is what you get for being a wonderful man in our lives. We needed you and you came. You saw problems and jumped in to help. You were there for us and we just thought we'd thank you with a nice evening." Shaye darted out of the kitchen with Mary in one arm and a tray of steak on the other which she deposited in the center of the table. "Wow, this looks fantastic!" I exclaimed. Both Shaye and Sarah beamed and then they busied themselves getting vegetables, salad, and a large bottle of red wine. Shaye put Mary in the playpen where she looked at bright and pretty objects. I was ushered into a chair and watched as both women slipped into their bedrooms and emerged seconds later wearing stunning outfits. Shaye's dress was similar to a thin robe where the front opened from the neck down to almost her waist. One side folded over one of her mammoth breasts while the other folded over the other. The tie at the waist was thin and threatened to untie itself. As she sat, the dress split up her long legs to mid thigh. She smiled seductively and smoothed out the thin, dark blue material. I noted that she was wearing her mother's pearls from the previous night. They looked very elegant on her. Sarah strutted out of her bedroom wearing a form-fitting red dress that accentuated her long, reddish hair and striking green eyes. Her nipples pressed out the sweater material and the few freckles on her chest were seductive to me. I could feel my cock reacting under the table. Sarah's legs were tight and sensual with raw sexual energy. I noticed the faint line of her thong but nothing else under that dress as there was not room for it. Her heels were once again towering for a woman her size. I can only guess at their height, maybe 4 inches or maybe even 5 inches. I don't know as I was lost in her petite ankles, those slender calves, and her tight thighs. The dress was short and as she sat, I wondered if her dress was long enough to cover her butt on the chair. We ate and enjoyed each other's company. I was nervous and on edge. They were being unusually nice and I felt like something was going to happen. At the time, I thought it was just me and I wanted to blurt out, "I've slept with both of you!" The food was gone and Shaye brought out Jell-O with whipped cream for dessert. It was tasty and I felt full and almost sleepy. "Oh dear!" stated Sarah calmly, "Honey, your leaking in that beautiful dress!" Shaye looked down and there was a growing dark stain from her left nipple and a small one starting on the right. She smiled at her mother, then me and shrugged. I looked down at her breasts as she simply pulled the dress slightly to the sides revealing completely engorged tits almost bursting from her chest. The purple veins bulged as they wound their way toward her nipples. Those nipples dripped milk into Shaye's fingers and then a napkin as she dabbed at the milk trying to hide her nipples. "Yes, mom, they are leaking again." She picked up Mary and went to her room saying "Good night" to each of us. I looked at Sarah and she smiled at me. "A wonderful evening, Sarah," I remarked more calmly than I really felt. She walked around the table and sat in my lap. Her diminutive body curled there and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my nose and then my forehead. Her tongue found my ear and she whispered, "I've been having trouble sleeping again." She suppressed a giggle. Breastfeeding Niece and Her Mom "We need to talk, Sarah." "About what, baby?" "Well, I think that I've fallen in love with you and there are some things that we need to clear the air about." I couldn't believe that I was saying this. I couldn't believe that I was going to tell her that I fucked her daughter/my niece. I was putting it on the line for honesty and integrity while my cock was screaming ... "did you see those big tits you are going to give up? did you see that tight body you'll not fuck again?" "I suppose that you'd like to clear the air about how you fucked Shaye?" She knew? She KNEW? What the fuck? She flipped her hair over her shoulder, read my mind and smiled. "Of course I knew, baby. Do you think that we don't talk? Do you think that we didn't compare notes about that big cock of yours? Don't be silly, of course we talked!" I wasn't sure what to say. "It is ok with me and Shaye that you had sex with us both. We're not mad. Really. Here's the real question, though. Are you going to cheat on me after you move in? Are you going to fuck Shaye again?" I certainly wanted to fuck Shaye ... hey wait a minute ... move in? I cleared my throat. "You are inviting me to move it?" "Yes, what do you think about it?" "I'd like to but I think I need to be clear on where we stand." "Do you love me?" "Yes," I said with no hesitation surprising myself. "I love you and always have," she replied while stroking my hair and staring into my eyes. "Do you love Shaye?" "I do, but as a niece. I think she should meet a guy her own age." Sarah smiled, "Even so, I can tell that you want those big tits of hers in your face. Can you deny it?" "No, I really can't but if you want," I paused, "if you want, I'd happily forget them for you." She kissed me full on the lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we enjoyed each other for a long time. Her hands found and released my cock from my pants. She kissed my neck. As her hand stroked my cock, she whispered in my ear, "Take me to our bedroom!" I easily lifted her and carried her to the master bedroom. I wanted her. I needed to feel her arms wrap around my bare skin, her nipples pressed to my chest. I needed to feel my cock buried deep within her tiny and tight pussy. I lay her on the bed and stripped her bare. I dropped my clothes and put her ankles to my shoulders while leaning in and kissing and licking down her slender thighs. She cooed as I got closer and closer to her parting pussy lips. They were spreading and glistening pink as my tongue lapped first one side and then the other. She groaned loudly as I sucked her clit and slipped two fingers into her sopping cunt. I stroked deep into her as I licked her clit up and down and fingered her g-spot. Grunting, she guided my head to her most tender spots and I kept up my barrage on her g-spot. Her hips rose up to meet my lips and fingers as she bucked. Her climax was intense as they so often are when fingering a g-spot. Her back arched and she screamed as I sucked her clit to its fullest length. It was thick in my mouth and my tongue just kept assaulting the quivering nub. Her legs were moving involuntarily and they squeezed my head. She screamed again as a 2nd and 3rd wave crashed over her. Shaye entered the room in a rush, "Mom?" We both looked up, me with my goatee covered in Sarah's juices, and both of us panting. I stood up. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize Uncle Ray was still ..." she looked at my cock, "here." "Honey," Sarah started, "Come in." "No, you guys have something going," continuing to look at my thick and ready cock, "obviously." I blushed. "Mary ok?" "Asleep in the playpen, Uncle Ray. I should let you guys get back to it." "Shaye, sit down!" Sarah was commanding. Shaye sat on the edge of the bed. "You know you want to," Sarah stated more calmly. "Yes, mom, I do." "Then?" Shaye leaned over and gripped my cock and sucked the head into her mouth. I almost exploded. I felt Sarah stroking my back and reaching around. Her nipples, hard and long dug into my back as she kissed my earlobes. "You like her sucking you?" "Yes," I said hoarsely. "I want to watch you fuck her hard," she whispered. "Fuck her really hard with that hunk of fuck meat and make her scream like you made me scream. Can you do that?" "Yes," I whispered back. "Then dump your load into her ass. I want her walking like a cowboy tomorrow." She smiled and Shaye giggled. We got Shaye up on her hands and knees. Her fat tits hanging below her like a cow's udders. Her tits hung so long that her nipples scraped the sheets. Milk dripped from them leaving spots and lines as I pushed my cock into her pussy. She wasn't nearly as tight as Sarah and her juices were running down her thighs. "You want his fat cock, don't you Shaye?" stated Sarah. "You want my boyfriend's big, fat, thick cock driving deep inside you. You can feel your pussy pulsating can't you?" Shaye nodded as I pushed more into her and Sarah gripped me and rubbed my cock feeding more passed her daughter's juicy pussy lips. Sarah pushed me deeper and then gave my ass a push and I began fucking her. I drove my cock deep and after 4 more tries I was all the way in and Shaye had collapsed onto her elbows. She had a beautiful ass and I played with her asshole as I fucked her. I was driving pleasure with each stroke and each stroke was deep and long. She was wailing with joy as she began a series of multiple climaxes. Sarah gripped her big tits and began milking them and sqeezing the nipples. She pulled them out long and pinched them. Shaye thrashed about crying and now the sheets were soaked with her milk and her tears. "Oh GOD, that feels so good, she screamed." I kept fucking. I could feel the cum welling up in my balls eagerly awaiting release. I wanted to give her my cum and give it to her deep inside her pussy but I remembered what Sarah said ... in her ass. I looked to Sarah and she smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek. "Feel good baby?" "Yes, Mom, but I'm so sore!" Sarah grabbed some lubricant from a drawer and spread it on her daughter's asshole. As I fucked, I watched her prepare her daughter's hole for my invasion. I was worried. My cock had been in an ass only a few times and most girls didn't like something of my girth in their asshole. It just stretched them out and could be painful. "Shaye, you want it there, don't you?" Shaye nodded and I pulled out to a loud plop! I was more rigid than I could ever remember. Sarah pushed a finger into Shaye's ass. Then she stuck two more in to Shaye's subsequent grunts. Pulling out her fingers, she guided me with a smile and pushed the head hard against that tight asshole. I pushed with my hips. Shaye cried out, "It's too big, Mom!" Sarah looked at me and I shrugged, "You can do it, sweetie. If it is too much, we'll stop but you haven't even started!" I pushed some more and the head was in. "OH FUCK!" was Shaye's response. I pushed more in and began a rhythm of an inch or two in and then out just rubbing that tender rim of asshole. I kept it up as I felt her get used to it and then I'd push more cock into her. Her legs spread and she was almost flat with the bed with her ass up in the air for me. I gripped her tender ass flesh and kept working my cock deep into her. It was so tight that I was loosing control. I couldn't stop as I kept pushing more and more into her. She was crying out "fuck my ass, Uncle Ray! Fuck my ass!" I was pulsating before I could help myself and dumped a load into Shaye's ass. Tired, I withdrew from her ass and my cock was sore. I fell on my side on the bed. A few minutes later, I opened my eyes to Sarah cleaning my cock with a warm facecloth. She was careful and kind. Her nipples were still hard and proud on her chest. She cleaned my balls and smiled up at me as I grew hard again. Her long hair flowed across her shoulders and she flipped it elegantly. I thought of her on my arm as we would go out to dinner. My cock clean, she sucked it into her mouth and nursed me back to hardness. She pointed to Shaye who was sleeping beside me and put her finger to her lips in a shhhh motion. I understood. Let's fuck but not wake Shaye. Quietly, sweet Sarah climbed on my hips and eased her pussy back onto my cock. She wiggled her hips and coated my cockhead with her pussy juices. She grimaced and then smiled as she pressed my cock into her pussy lips. With a smile, she mouthed the words "So BIG for me!" to me. I pulled her to me and kissed her fully on the lips. Our tongues enjoyed stroking each other as I eased her further down onto my cock. She was working her hips now getting more and more of me into her. I took turns sucking and licking her nipples with my hands on her hips pressing her onto me. She took it all. She took it deep within her and ground herself down on me gently but fully. This was different than before. Her eyes locked with mine. It was very different. We were not fucking now, we were making love. She was loving me and loving what I was doing to her. My heart filled and tears rimmed my eyes. I never felt such compassion. I never felt such warmth and caring in each stroke as she lifted herself up and drove herself down. I knew that I loved her. I had never felt like this before while fucking. It had always been a physical act and never an emotional and caring act. I could feel the physical and emotional sensations joining forces. Looking at those pretty green eyes with her long eyelashes slowly closing with each press down onto my hardness, I knew that these feelings were shared. She kissed me and then slammed her pussy down on my cock and I started squirting. It seemed to squirt forever and cum was flowing out and down my ass. She hugged me and her tears flowed down my chest and neck. "I love you!" "I love you, too!" I replied. I moved in the following weekend and sublet my apartment for the rest of my lease. My focus was easy. I loved Sarah and I loved to fuck Sarah. About once a month, Shaye would dump a boyfriend or get really horny and ask me to fuck her. I would ask Sarah and she never said no. Several times, Shaye joined Sarah and me in our bed. Those were incredible and certainly fun filled. However, they were not the same as the quiet, loving fucks between Sarah and me. ***** I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! - Jack