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Mother's Milk

By: Madam-Cecilia



My tits hurt something fierce. My baby was due any day now and the milk was coming. They were huge anyway but now, swollen with milk, they were even bigger. My bras were all too small so I took to wearing snug fitting t-shirts to give them support. I knew everyone could see my nipples but I didn't care. Let the guys ogle over them if they liked. It was the only way I could be comfortable. Every now and again I would massage my aching tits to let some of the milk out and make them more comfortable. I was in the process of doing just that when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Damn!!!" I swore out loud, cranky at getting interrupted. "I wonder who that could be." I tucked my tit back inside the t-shirt I was wearing and waddled to the door. I wasn't thinking about the fact that I was wearing a white t-shirt. Even though the material was thick the wetness from the still flowing milk allowed the darkness of my nipple to show through easily.

I opened the door and there you stood. I don't remember how old you were. Young I know. You were here to collect for my Sunday paper. "Oh!! Hello James. Come on in. I'll get your money," I said, oblivious to the fact that you were staring at my leaking tit.

I lead you to the living room and pointed to the couch. "Just have a seat. I'll be right back." I went into the kitchen and got my purse. I brought it back with me and sat next to you on the couch. I got out my checkbook and started to write. "How much is it?"

"James?" I prompted when you didn't answer. I turned to you and noticed you were staring at my breasts and I could see the wet spot that had formed there.

I jumped from the couch trying to cover myself saying, "Oh James I am sorry. They do that from time to time. The milk is too much from them." I was so embarrassed.

"It's ok Mrs. Brooks," you assured me as you stood up next to me. "I think it is hot."

"What did you say?" I ask as your face turns bright red.

"I-I-I mean its n-n-not a problem."

"Do you like seeing my breast like this James?" I tease. Before you can answer I lift one into my hand and point it towards you. I gently squeeze the nipple causing the milk to flow and the wet spot to get bigger. A moan from your lips gives me my answer. "Would you like to really see them James?" I ask. I don't know what came over me. I know milking them myself does get me a little worked up sometimes but to offer to show them to my teenaged paperboy was beyond exciting.

"Mrs. Brooks, I-I-I…" you stammer.

I step forward raising my shirt off over my head. My tits are so swollen they are rock hard. I reach down and grab your hand. You are speechless as I place it on my warm, aching tit.

It's s-s-sooo hot," you moan.

"That's because of the milk," I tell you as I run my fingers through your hair. "Would you like to see more of it?"

"Y-Y-Yes!!" you stutter before reason takes over.

"Gently squeeze just behind the nipple and the milk will come out." Following my instructions you bring forth a new river of the creamy white substance. We both moan out loud as the milk runs down my chest. "That's it baby. That feels so good." Your other hand reaches up and you grasp the other teat causing a flow form it as well. 

I have both hands on the back of your head now. "OH God that feels good." I pull your head closer to my chest. You don't hesitate as I bring my tits to within inches from your mouth. "Would you like to taste it?" I ask.

CAN I!!??" You excitedly call out.

"Sure you can baby," I answer pulling you even closer. As soon as you are within range your tongue lashes out and licks the stream leaking down my breast. "MMMMMMMMMM" I moan. "That's it baby. Lick it all up." 

Your tongue gets more and more aggressive and soon you have it all licked clean and you head towards the source itself. You wrap your lips around my nipple and the milk flows into your eager mouth. You can feel the warmth flowing into your throat. The sweet milk feels so good as you swallow it. 

"Suck on my nipple baby. Use your tongue to get more milk out," I moan. I can't believe how good it feels. My pussy is getting wet. I have you head held close and tight to my chest. My legs are quivering. Can this boy actually make me cum just suckling like this?

You moan out as well when you start to suck and the milk flows ever faster into your mouth. Some of it escapes and runs down your chin. Your fingers are kneading the tit flesh as your tongue massages the nipple. You switch from one to the next not able to get enough. I can feel your growing cock against my leg. I cannot believe you are as turned on by this as I am. 

I start rocking back and forth against your mouth as if fucking your face with my milk-engorged tits. I can feel you rubbing your hard cock against my leg. I hold your head tight as I scream out. "OH god James!! I'm going to CUM!!" Before the words are even out of my mouth the flood moves to between my legs. I can feel my panties getting soaked as I shudder through my orgasm. I feel wetness on my thigh. I look down to see that you have cum too. You look up at me with embarrassment written all over you face.

"Its ok James," I assure you. "That was incredible. Next time we'll have to see to it that you get 'milked' too." We both laugh and put my tits back where they belong.

I kiss you deeply letting my tongue lick the milk residue from your lips. It tastes so sweet coming from you young mouth. I walk you to the door. "Stop over anytime, James," I wink at you as you turn to leave.

When I get back to the living room I see my purse setting on the coffee table. I didn't give you your check. You may be back sooner than I had thought.

Mother's Milk



As a breastfeeding counsellor, I always tell the women in my groups, 'there are two types of men: those who love mother's milk and those who hate it.' That may seem a rather broad and sweeping statement, but having breastfed six children over three decades and five cultures my personal experience and stories of others bear it out. Perhaps it is because of the sexualization that our cultures place on the female breasts or perhaps it is the almost magical and mythical act itself, but whatever the cause there seems to be no middle ground on this one.

Personally, I have experienced both extremes. From the time I was seven months pregnant until the day we split two years later, my former partner could not get enough of our son's milk. We could not have sex without including his nursing as I rode him. Even if sex was not on the agenda, he would often beg to nurse while he masturbated.

My husband though is the exact opposite. From the moment he accidentally tasted the yellowish colostrum when I was pregnant until the day our daughter was weaned, he did not touch my breasts. He made no bones about his feelings either. My breasts were our daughter's alone. I have always been one of those radicals, who nursed their toddlers until three or even four years old. But from the moment of our daughter's second birthday, when I could no longer quote the World Health Organization on the benefits of breastfeeding, he was complaining that he wanted his tits back.

But this story is about neither of them. It is about the unique gift I gave to a one-night stand: the fulfilment of his fantasy to drink mother's milk. It began as most of my encounters did during that time between relationships: in a chat room. I was not looking for anything more than sex so dating, dinners, movies and especially conversation were time wasters. As a single mother, it was simpler for me to hook up on-line. I could pop into chat rooms after my kids were asleep, chat with a couple of guys and perhaps even engage in a little phone sex before falling to sleep. After a few such conversations, if I felt comfortable with someone then we could meet for coffee and sex on those nights when the children were with their dad and I could be a woman instead of just mom.

So it was that this night after dropping my three year old for the night with his father that I was driving across the San Fernando Valley to have coffee with a man almost a decade younger than my thirty-nine years. Although meeting new people is never easy, I had long ago adopted the attitude that there are plenty of fish in the sea. If I did not appeal to one person, there would be others that would enjoy an adventurous, mature, thick woman. So I was quite relaxed about the whole thing; one way or another. After all, the only thing I had to loose was a couple of hours and the cost of gasoline (this was back before it reached the outrageous prices that might have made me a tad more selective). 

Since my three year old was still nursing, I always found it necessary to warn my lovers. Most of them had fallen into the category of hating it and avoided my breasts. A couple had been mildly curious. But I knew from our chats that this young man was most definitely turned on by the prospect. When I had as usually casually mentioned that I was lactating, he had quizzed me extensively about how often my son nursed, how much milk I produced and what I did on the nights when he was with his dad. He admitted with a flaming cheeked smiley face that indicated embarrassment in the cyber world that he had always fantasized about tasting mother's milk.

So as I often did with my lover's I played into his fantasies. This night I wore a low-cut, white top over my best push-up bra. Against my California tanned skin, the outfit made my 38D assets seem even more spectacular. I was more than a little confident that this night I would not be wasting time or gasoline.

We had, of course, exchanged photos; so I was only a tad shocked at the very tall, light skinned young man that greeted me with a damp handshake and nervous smile. It was not that he was uglier than his picture; just that he appeared much younger. At that time, I was much less comfortable with my attraction to younger men and tended to avoid them. 

But Mark was very nice and after a cup of coffee seemed even more nervous than when I had first arrived. From the stares that he kept giving my breasts that were barely concealed within the tight top, I knew he was very much interested in fulfilling his fantasy with me. Thankfully, I was a confident woman so I was happy to take the lead and suggested I follow him back to his apartment. He blushed and nodded as he stood up and ushered me from the coffee shop with a gentlemanly hand at the small of my back.

His apartment was only a few blocks away. From the outside, it was pretty standard fare for middle-class Southern California. I pulled into a parking space next to his newish compact and turned off my engine. After a brief check in my mirror and the little chat in my mind about nothing to loose, I stepped from my car and followed him to his door. 

The night began to go down hill for me the moment he opened the door. Now I do not want to seem a snob or some Martha Stewart decorator want-to-be; but guys, boxes of books, CDs and stuff lined against the walls do not set the mood. I think what bothered me the most about it was that his décor was simply another indicator of the different stages at which we found our lives. 

I must say though that he was a good enough host to offer me a glass of wine. The dim lighting and comfortable plush couch did help a bit to offset the disarray around us. And when he began to nibble at my lips and neck, it was enough to make me forget the boxes all together. He was most definitely a cuddler as my best friend Joy would call them. We stayed on that couch kissing and caressing far longer than was necessary for me at least.

When we did finally move into his bedroom, I admit I noted the unmade bed and more boxes strewn about the room; but no for long as he joined me on the bed. I smiled into the dark as I heard the soft moan escape his lips as he finally found the courage to touch what had fascinated since our earlier chats; my breasts. I will not say that he was particularly gifted as he seemed to tentatively maul my tits through the layers of my clothes. 

Thankfully, he did not seem to have a great deal of patience for the long games of foreplay now that I was in his bed and his fantasy was so close. After a quick couple of feels, he pulled my top over my head and tossed it across the room. He paused only briefly as if to take in the sight of his fantasy before unsnapping my bra and tossing it away as well. I never did find my favorite bra in that mess. Even in the dim light drifting from the living room, I could tell it was like a little boy unwrapping a much asked for toy on Christmas morning. As a giving lover, that was the best part of the night for me: his expression at that moment. 

His hands once more returned to my now bare breasts to knead them. He was not to be disappointed either as within a minute thin white liquid began to dribble slowly from my nipples and run down the sides of my pale breasts. I wondered for a moment if he had perhaps changed his mind about actually tasting mother's milk. Now I realize that it was fascination that caused him to delay and wasted the first few drops of the liquid gold. But he quickly realized his mistake and his lips and tongue covered my nipples; drawing deeply as he continued to knead my flesh. Within seconds, I felt the tingling that I knew from experience preceded the let-down of my milk. I actually heard him growl around my nipple as the first full blast of my milk hit his tongue. 

From experience, I know that sometimes reality does not live up to our fantasies. I have often indulged lovers fetishes only to watch that faint veil of disappointment spread across their faces as if to say...'this is it?' But not this night. My young lover met the challenging flow of my breasts that were full with milk since early that morning. I knew from past experience that I could express as much as ten or twelve ounces on such occasions. Yet he drank with an enthusiasm and thirst that even my greediest child had not managed to surpass. 

I admit that I began to feel a tad disappointed as he seemed to forget the shaved pussy inside my matching thong underwear. Everything was about my breasts. Finally in desperation, I pushed him onto his back and tugged his track bottoms down. His cock was alright, but I had definitely seen better. It was a good seven and a half to eight inches, but like him, too thin for my tastes. 

This did not stop me from my own version of nursing; wrapping my lips around a hard black cock is one of my favorite things to do after all. But I could tell from the change in his breathing and the pre-occupation of his fingers as they continued to tweak and pull at my nipples that it was not my cock sucking skills that excited him. 

So I decided to compromise so that we could both have what we wanted. I mounted his cock then and bent forward offering him my now less than full breasts for further milking. This proved a winning combination for him as he thrust upwards with his hard cock and continued to knead and suck at my tits. Unfortunately, I am not sure if it was the result of having his fantasy fulfilled or just him, but the term two minute wonder comes to mind. 

Mind you, I can cum quickly and often so I had managed to achieve a couple of mildly satisfying orgasms even in that brief time. But I was far from done as he emptied himself into the condom that I had slipped onto his cock before mounting him. I was quickly ready for another round and given his continued enthusiastic slurping at my breasts I thought one was certainly in the offing. But I was disappointed that like a baby he was soon snoring away at my bosom. 

After that night I received several messages and phone calls from him begging for another chance, but I had moved on to a man more my own age, who although not appreciative of mother's milk could take better care of my needs as a woman. Do I regret the experience? Not at all. In fact, I remember it rather fondly as the rare opportunity to make another person's wildest fantasy a reality. Such opportunities are a rare karmic gift in life and should never be missed.



Mother's Milk



I watched from the street as Erin put her baby Abe to her left nipple. The baby suckled earnestly as Erin twitched at his eagerness. The other two boys were at school and her husband was on a business trip in Cincinatti. It was about 1pm in the afternoon. I watched her for about an hour. 

When the baby was done she put him in a crib and started to read a magazine. This was my chance. I ran up to the door and knocked twice. 

Erin looked out at the window then at my police uniform. 

"Hi officer, can I help you?'

"Good afternoon Ma'am we are checking some homes for a burglar loose in the area, do you mind if I come in?"

"No not at all."

She wore a khaki skirt and a black tank top that barely covered her huge chest that swelled from milk. I could not take my eyes off her chest and the arealos that overflowed out of her braless shirt. 

"Llet me just check the back door." I walked to the back and made sure it was locked then came back to the front. I shut the front door and locked it as she tended to her baby who slept but fidgeted in the crib.

"Everything all right?"

"It seems so, but I did find something that concerns me." I walked her to the back door had her look down on the floor where I had dropped a small pouch of cocaine from an earlier bust.

"Oh my God, that's not mine!"

"Perhaps your husband's?"

She said nothing. Clearly her husband had drugs in the house and I lucked out.

"What's your full name?" I asked her as I opened up my notepad.

"Erin Dione."

"Where is your husband?"

"On a business trip. He's in Chicago."

"Can you call someone to watch the kid? I'm going to have to take you in."

"Oh no. There's no one to call. My Mom moved to Florida. Please, is there anything I can do? I can't leave my baby alone here."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Dione. The amount of cocaine you have here is a federal offense. It's a felony."

"Please anything."

"Well If you let me search the rest of the house and I don't find anything else I might let you off."

"OK go ahead."

I wandered around the house checking out all the windows. The shades and curtains were mostly drawn as she had been breastfeeding earlier. I finished up then met her in the kitchen.

Erin had her hands folded over her heaving chest. I searched the upstairs and downstairs quickly then came back to her.

"Ok looks like all clear."

"Thank God." Erin said.

"There is just one thing."

"What is it?" She said cautiously.

"I need you to lean back against the wall and put your arms out. I need to search you"

"What?"

"It's procedure Mrs. Dione. I have to write in the report that a body search was conducted. With this much cocaine, I don't have a choice."

She folded her hands tighter over her chest and shook her head no.

I moved her towards the wall and helped her pull her hands off her chest. Her enormous boobs dangled as she removed her arms. 

"These are nice. Mrs. Dione. Do you mind if I just touch them a little?"

She looked away in shame realizing that she had no choice. I cupped one of her boobs. 

"It feels full. Really full."

She nodded yes.

"Where is your breast pump?"

"It's broken."

I lifted her shirt. She resisted.

"Maybe I can help."

"NO!" she yelled at me.

I pulled away and looked at her. I pulled out my handcuffs and put them on the table. "Ok turn around you're going to jail."

"No please. My baby."

I walked towards her. "Just let me help you out."

"What do you mean?" Erin asked as her voice quivered.

"Look I know your tits are full. Your baby is done nursing and they must feel so engorged right?"

She nodded softly.

"Well, I'll just help you out. I'll be gentle."

I moved closer to her and pulled down her tank top over ther shoulders so that her arms were forced to go to her side. 

"Please don't" she wimpered.

I put my hands on her heaving breasts. "How big are these Erin?"

"38."

"38 what?"

"DD"

"Yum." I put her right nipple in my mouth and sucked eagerly until her milk flowed freely into my mouth. She gasped and gasped. Her milk tastes so sweet. 

"Oh my God."

I put my left hand up her skirt and felt her wetness through her cotton panties.

"No please."

"Your tits taste so fucking good." I said as I gorged on her left than her right tit. I ripped down her shirt attacked her tits with my hands and mouth. She moaned over and over as i squeezed them hard then soft. 

"Oh God!" she moaned.

"Your tits taste so good. Does your husband suck out your milk?"

"No."

"Do you like me sucking on them? You like the way I drink your milk?"

She closed her eyes and nodded in agreement.

"I want to taste your pussy," I whispered in her ear as she lightly resisted my head going between her legs. Her panty had little flowers on them. They were white and pink. I felt her wetness on my lips as I kissed her pussy through her panty. She gasped and pressed her body against the wall.

"What's your husbands name?" I asked as I used my hands to pull her underwear down.

"Justin." She stammered.

"When was the last time Justin ate your pussy?"

She shook her head "No."

"So it's been a long time," I said as I pushed her legs apart while she leaned agains the wall. I adjusted my neck but could not get comfortable so I picked her up and put her on the leather couch next to the crib, "Now don't be too noisy you'll wake up your son." 

Erin tried to push me away, but I dove in as I separated her legs and threw my tongue deep into her cunt. She moaned like I never heard a woman moan. Wetness gushed out of her and she seemed embarassed by it. 

"Don't worry baby, it tastes good to me." 

I sat up for a minute. I wanted more of her tits. "Put your nipple in my mouth."

She shook her head in disagreement.

I grabbed her pussy and thrust two fingers in and out rapidly. She gasped for breath. 

"Now. Put your tits in my mouth." She breast fed me for the next ten minutes. It was as if she would never go dry. When I was done, I went down on her and stuck my tongue so deep inside her that she moaned over and over. Her wetness came into my mouth. Her body shivered. I stood up as she sat there and had her take my cock into her hand.

"Put it in your mouth and slowly start licking." She did as I instructed. "Faster. Faster!" 

A few seconds later I held her head in my hands as I came violently in her mouth. She gagged and tried to get away, but I admonished her, "Swallow it. Swallow it." 

She swallowed it as her eyes became teary from gagging.

I cleaned myself up. I stared at here there with her giant tits hanging out. I immediately started to get hard again. "Rub my cock. Make it hard."

She obliged. 

"Sit on the couch and spread. I want to see your sweet pussy." I went down on her and felt her body go into convulsions as I deepened my tongue into her pussy. I sat up then spread her legs wider. I inserted my cock deeply into her.

"Ugh. Oh my God."

"You like that Erin?"

"Oh God!"

I fucked her harder and harder for the next few minutes until I felt myself cumming. She felt my climax coming as well.

"No, please not inside."

I dropped my head into her heaving chest and sucked hard on her right tit. Milk flowed hard into my mouth. I came in three rythms deep insider her. So deep that none of my sperm came back out. I stood up and left her there on the couch. I cleaned up again in the kitchen and found her pulling on her skirt. She covered her top with a pillow from the couch.

I moved the pillow away from her so as to have her enormous tits in full view. I massaged her left tit with my hand. I just could not get enough of them. 

"Please, no more," she said as she tried to cover up again, "I'm sore."

I bent down, sucked on her tits for a few more minutes then looked her in the eyes, "How was that for you?"

She didn't say anything.

"Just tell me. Is it better than anything your husband has done to you?"

She nodded in agreement.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"Ok," She whispered under her breadth. 



Mother's Milk



"Tomorrow? Are you sure?" Kylie rubbed her forehead in confusion. She could have sworn that Nathan's check-up was scheduled for today; she'd checked her Blackberry twice before undergoing the complex preparations involved in taking an infant out of the house for an extended period of time. But the Blackberry would only confirm the note she made to herself, and Kylie had to admit that she'd had a lot on her mind the last six months. (And the nine months before that, as well...)

But Doctor Saunders' receptionist just smiled apologetically, and swiveled the screen around so that Kylie could see it. "Says right here, Tuesday morning, eleven AM. I'm sorry, dear."

Kylie chuckled ruefully, and rummaged around in her purse for her Blackberry. Once she'd found it, she adjusted the sling slightly before Nathan could begin fussing about his new position, and pulled up her calendar. The whole thing had come to seem effortless, now. "Let me just make a note of that," she said. "I'm sorry, Marie, you probably think I'm such a scatterbrain." (Being on a first-name basis with everyone in her pediatrician's office--another thing Kylie hadn't expected a year or so ago.)

Marie shook her head lightly. "No, of course not, dear! You probably just made a little typo with the date or something. Folks do it all the time...and better to come in a day early than a day late, right?"

Kylie tapped a few buttons, moving the little note that read 'doc appt' from Monday to Tuesday. "Good point," she said absently, saving the changes and closing the calendar. With that done, she looked back up at Marie and smiled. "And at least it gets me out of the house. When I decided to do the stay-at-home mom thing, I was worried I'd get overwhelmed, you know? But it turns out that the biggest danger is boredom!"

She reached down and gave her son a reassuring pat on the head. "I know that once he starts crawling, I'll look back on days like these and wish for a little more boredom. But right now, it's just nice to talk to someone who can talk back."

Marie giggled, turning her monitor back to face her. "Oh, you know you're always welcome here, and so is little Nathan! I just wish we had an opening so that you wouldn't have a wasted trip."

Kylie shrugged. "No worries. It's not far or anything, and like I say, it gets me out of the house." She slipped her Blackberry back in her purse. "So I'll see you tomorrow at eleven, then?"

"Sounds good!" Marie replied, making a note on her computer and giving Nathan a little wave. "Bye bye, baby!" Nathan gave her a sleepy smile, before burrowing his face into his mother's side.

"Bye, Marie!" Kylie said, giving the receptionist a wave of her own and heading back out the way they'd come. Already, she was thinking about what she was going to do when she got home. First thing first, she needed to pump; Nathan had eaten his fill just before they'd gotten here, but her breasts were already aching. She might have given birth to one child, but her body seemed to think that she was Octomom or something.

Kylie got into the elevator and hit the 'B' button. She wondered idly if she shouldn't talk to Doctor Saunders about that tomorrow, during Nathan's check-up; maybe there was something she could do about the excess milk. At least maybe she'd know why Kylie's breasts always seemed to have enough milk to run their own dairy farm. She giggled at the mental image. "'Kylie's Milk'," she said out loud. "With absolutely no bovine growth hormone, because there's absolutely no bovines!"

The elevator dinged, and Kylie headed down the hallway towards the stairs. Technically speaking, she knew she should probably make an appointment with her own doctor to ask about something like that. After all, Doctor Saunders was a pediatrician, not an ob/gyn. But Kylie always seemed to get better advice from Doctor Saunders. Her old doctor...well, Kylie hadn't minded seeing a male gynecologist the way some women had, but she had to admit, there was something nice about being able to talk to a doctor who knew exactly what she meant when she said, "My boobs hurt."

Kylie opened the stairwell door with one hand, neatly balancing the weight of the child against the weight of the purse and diaper bag, and started down the stairs. After the first week or so, she'd found that she didn't even think twice about all the stuff she had to carry; it just became automatic to her. She was thinking more about her breasts, now; she almost wished that Nathan would start crying just so she'd have an excuse to nurse him. But no, he was almost entirely asleep now. Kylie would just have to wait until she got home. She reached into her purse with her free hand, checking to make sure the car keys were there.

Kylie got to the bottom of the stairs, opened the door, and headed out into the hallway again. She made a right, then a left, then another right, the corridors of the clinic as familiar to her by now as her own house. She could probably find her way out to the parking lot in her sleep, if she had to; Kylie giggled again, imagining herself sleepwalking through a hospital. She could picture it, wandering around with her arms sticking out in front of her, eyes open just enough to see but still sound asleep...the mental image seemed peculiarly vivid, somehow, like she'd seen it in a movie or something. Did 'Rosemary's Baby' have something like that in it?

Kylie took one last right, then headed down another small flight of steps to a windowless door. She opened it...and stopped. This wasn't the parking lot.

Instead, she was in a white room with a low, padded table in the center of it. There seemed to be a lot of equipment surrounding it, hoses and tubes and all sorts of things whose purpose Kylie couldn't begin to guess. Doctor Saunders was there, along with two of the nurses; they looked like they were getting the whole bizarre set-up ready for something, probably the patient that Marie was talking about. Oddly enough, the room smelled vaguely like maple syrup.

"Oh!" Kylie said, as she took it all in. "I'm sorry, Doctor Saunders, I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere." She leaned back out, looking for a sign on the door that would tell her where she'd wound up. "I can't think how it happened."

Doctor Saunders looked up at her and smiled. Suddenly, the words 'can't think' seemed to take on an echoey quality in the back of Kylie's head, like someone was remixing her last sentence in her mind. "Oh, Kylie, glad to see you again!" Doctor Saunders said. "It's so good of you to volunteer like this."

Kylie furrowed her brow in consternation. "Volunteer?" she asked, almost as much to herself as to Doctor Saunders. She didn't remember volunteering for anything. She reached half-heartedly for her Blackberry, but her motion trailed off into a vague wave as she struggled to think of how she'd gotten here (can't think...) and what she'd volunteered to do (can't think...) She barely even noticed Nurse Crane undoing the sling and lifting Nathan out with practiced ease.

"Yes, you volunteered to donate milk," Doctor Saunders said patiently. Behind her, Nurse Crane took Nathan through another door and out of sight. Kylie didn't even feel the briefest stab of worry, though. These women had been helping her take care of Nathan ever since he was born; he'd be perfectly safe with Nurse Crane for an hour or so, while she...she...

"I need...to give milk," Kylie said absently. That was why she came down here, she remembered. Her breasts ached with the need to pump, and what with her having so much milk, it only made sense for her to go ahead and pump while she was here at the hospital. They'd be able to make good use of her excess milk, and relieve some of the discomfort she was feeling at the same time. She couldn't think how she'd forgotten about it. Her hands found their way to the buttons of her blouse and began to undo them slowly, automatically.

"That's right, Kylie," Doctor Saunders said coaxingly, "you need to give milk. You remember just what to do, don't you, dear?" She patted the table gently, but Kylie didn't need the reminder at all. Everything slotted into her brain neatly and easily as she took her blouse off and undid her bra, revealing large, heavy tits that were so swollen with milk that she couldn't wait to let it flow. Kylie whimpered softly as she climbed up onto the table and positioned herself on her hands and knees, feeling her tits hang down like udders.

"There you go," Doctor Saunders said, looking deep into her eyes and stroking her cheek. She slipped a small pill into Kylie's mouth, and Kylie swallowed it almost without noticing. "I'm so proud of you. This is such a wonderful, generous act, Kylie." As she spoke, Nurse Dayton moved Kylie's dress in order to put restraints around Kylie's wrists and ankles. That was totally necessary, Kylie knew. She might thrash around accidentally if she wasn't restrained, and it was very important that she not move too much while the milking machine was going.

"I'm sorry I forgot, Doctor...Saunders," Kylie said softly, feeling herself go strangely passive as she felt the straps tighten next around her knees and elbows. The restraints made her feel helpless...and as her chin sagged into Doctor Saunders' supporting hands, Kylie realized just how warm and good that was. "You must think I'm such a...scatterbrain..."

Doctor Saunders reached up with one hand and petted Kylie's hair, still holding Kylie's gaze with her own. "Not at all," she said soothingly. "As long as you remembered well enough to come down here, it's just fine that you were a bit of a scatterbrain. It's not such a bad thing to be, is it? It feels nice when you try to remember, and your thoughts all...scatter." Kylie shivered a little at the words, or perhaps at the way she said them just as Nurse Dayton began to massage her breasts with skin cream.

"Scatter..." Kylie said helplessly. The word seemed to be all alone in her head, now; she couldn't remember the last time she blinked, and everything else seemed to be fading away into the distance except for Doctor Saunders' eyes and the feeling of Nurse Dayton, slowly working the flesh of her heavy tits. She shuddered, but the restraints kept her from moving around too much. All she could do was crouch there on her hands and knees, waiting for the milking machine. That was all she wanted to do. Every other thought had simply scattered away to the forgotten corners of her mind, leaving her docile and passive and blank and accepting.

"Good girl," Doctor Saunders said as Nurse Dayton slid the harness over Kylie's chest. Once she'd made sure that the pumps were properly aligned with Kylie's nipples, she tightened the apparatus so that it fit snugly against Kylie's body, giving it an experimental tug to make sure there was no give. Only then did she reach over and press the button to activate the milking machine.

"Unnnh!" Kylie went rigid in a mixture of surprise and delight as the pumps started up; she always managed to forget the way this felt, somehow, and so it always came as such a thrilling shock to her how good it was when the milking machine began its relentless suction. She felt it work her nipples in an endless rhythm, tugging her left one from the base all the way up to the tip until it spurted out warm milk; then it released the pressure to focus on the other nipple. And just as she felt the delicious tickle of stimulation crest in her right breast, it began all over again with her left.

"And doesn't this feel good, Kylie?" Doctor Saunders was asking. She was too lost in the sensation to answer, but it didn't matter because Doctor Saunders answered for her and Doctor Saunders was always right. "Of course it does. You feel so proud of yourself for giving your milk like this. You know it's the right thing to do, the pleasant thing to do, the happiest thing to do. It's so good of you to give of yourself like this that you want to do it whenever you can. And you want your body to make as much milk as you can, so you can give like this even more often. You take the medicine we give you that helps you make even more milk, and you're happy to do so."

"Guh! Nnnh! Yhh!" Kylie wanted to say 'yes', but she couldn't make her mouth work properly; the milking machine kept tweaking and tugging at her nipples, left then right then left then right, over and over and over again until she couldn't think of anything else. Every time she'd start to form a sentence, a word, or even a thought, she felt that delicious suction on her nips and it would wash it away on a tide of ecstasy. It was easier simply to let Doctor Saunders' words fill her pleasure-saturated mind, let Doctor Saunders think for her so that she could focus her whole attention on the way the milking machine relieved the ache in her tits and left nothing behind but shivery bliss.

"Good girl," Doctor Saunders said, her words pulling the thoughts out of Kylie's mind the same way the machine sucked the milk out of her breasts. "Feels so very, very good, dear...and what is it doing to you?"

Kylie bucked her hips as best she could with her body tightly restrained. "H...hhhh...horny," she whimpered out, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth. "hot, need to...ofuck, horny..." The word came to mind as though she'd been prompted; a tiny part of Kylie realized that it was because she had, but then she felt another surge of pleasure and arousal and the knowledge washed away once more.

"That's right, dear," Doctor Saunders said, still petting her cheek. The touch seemed to flow all the way down her body, joining with the endless and unstoppable sensations of the milking machine to pulse right into her clit. "You always get so horny when you're giving milk, don't you?"

Kylie nodded. "Yesyesyes," she whimpered out, remembering the way she'd always jump her husband after the evening feedings, so hot from the stimulation of her nipples that she needed sex right then. But her husband wasn't there...Kylie groaned in frustration.

But Doctor Saunders was. "Tell us what you need, dear," and the moment she said it, Kylie knew exactly what she needed. She needed the same thing she always needed, when the milking machine made her mindless with need and desire.

"Need to cum," Kylie keened out, the words a long wail of agonized, helpless, desperate arousal. "Neeeeeed..."

"Good girl," Doctor Saunders whispered in her ear, as Nurse Dayton pulled her skirt all the way up and pulled her panties down to her knees. "Good girl," Doctor Saunders whispered again and again, as Nurse Dayton slid two fingers into Kylie's sopping pussy and thrust them back and forth against Kylie's bucking, grinding hips. "Good girl," Doctor Saunders said as Kylie felt her cunt clench around the nurse's fingers as she came.

After that, Kylie felt her mind go even more blank and accepting as the drifting haze of afterglow combined with the rhythm of the milking machine to lull her into an empty, mindless trance. The maple syrup smell drifted into her nostrils even stronger now, almost as though it was coming from her skin, but she didn't think about it. She heard Doctor Saunders speak, but the words scattered from Kylie's memory even as she heard them. She only knew they were important to remember, and even more important to remember to forget.

Kylie didn't know how long the trance lasted. She only realized that it was over when she felt the suction stop, and Nurse Dayton unhooked the pumps from her breasts. She sagged down as Nurse Dayton undid the restraints, unable even to roll onto her back without the help of the other two women. Her whole body trembled gently with pleasure as she stared sightlessly at the ceiling.

"Still a little bit left, I think," Doctor Saunders said. She stroked Kylie's chin gently, smiling down into the other woman's vacant eyes. "But you're such a generous soul, aren't you, Kylie? You want to give it all, don't you, dear?"

"...yes..." Kylie sighed out, unable to think of any other response.

"Good girl," Doctor Saunders husked out one last time, before she leaned down and pursed her mouth around Kylie's nipple. Nurse Dayton took the other breast, and Kylie sighed in mindless bliss as the two of them began to suck.

THE END



Mother's Milk



The night air was stale and heavy. Even the eerie way the light from the moon cast shadows on the ground seemed a bit off tonight. "It was going to an interesting night," thought Vickie as she lit up another cigarette. She was waiting for her boyfriend to come and pick her up in a taxi and takes her home; it was far too long since she had seen him.

The taxi arrives with Josh inside, and as they ride home talking about all kinds of things including the expectant child she was carrying. Josh slowly gets out of the taxi, goes around it and opens the door for Vickie, she gets out after he opens the door for her.....her body is mentally and physically tired from the trip, "Thank you babe" as she steps out of the cab and starts to head for the door.

Josh grabs their bags and follows her, his movements' show that he also is both mentally and physically tired from the trip and he slowly slurps after her into the house.

Vickie walks in and flops down on the couch...."Hey Max, did you miss us..." smiles up as Josh a after being silent for a long time..."Babe..You ok?"

Josh grins at Max who obviously missed us, puts the bags on the floor and falls down on the couch himself. "Yeah, I'm all right. There's just so much to think about."

Vickie puts her hand in his....and leans to kiss his cheek....yeah...I know baby.....I know....At least we know she is okay...let her come around when she is ready...." offering some short advice.

Josh smiles softly and nods. "Yes, you're right. And I'm very glad that we visited your father, too. I know that you're still a bit mad at him, but at least he had the integrity to admit his mistakes." Gets an idea, "By the way, did Jean say something about taking warm - not hot - baths?"

"Hmm...Father is Father...and whether or not at the time he as admitted a mistake....he is still as stubborn as ever...we shall see what happens there.." smiles as he suggests a warm bath....Oh....that sounds perfect....." smiling, "will you be joining me?"

Josh nods. "Definitely, a relaxing bath is definitely what I need now."He stands up, offers her a hand to help her stand up from the deep couch and gives her the lead to the bathroom

Vickie smiles with a sweet sparkle in her eyes..."You always do know how to make me happy" she pushes herself off the couch...she didn't remember it being this hard to get up before...

Josh is sure that he has seen this sparkle in her eyes before...that was when....however. He enters the bathroom after her, opens the water at the bathtub, checks for a good temperature and then starts to pull out his clothes

Vickie smiles softly as she undresses, she rolls her neck from side to side trying to relieve some of the tension from the trip...."Babe...." she says out of the blue...."Do you think I did the right thing with meeting father..?" she asks purely for reissuance

Josh smiles softly and goes to her to kiss her sensitively. "I am very sure that it was the right decision to do so, babe."

She embraces him as they kiss...." I hope so...." she looks towards the tub as it fills...it looking so very inviting.

He nods. "I am sure, honey." He goes behind her, grabs her hips and by this helps her into the tub before he gets in himself

Vickie slides in to the tub, the warm water feels amazing on her tight skin, and the baby instantly enjoys it also and starts to kick....she smiles as her hand rubs over her belly..."Ah....the water is perfect" Josh smiles widely when he also slips into the warm water, both because of the instant relaxation of his muscles and because of Vickie rubbing over her belly. For whatever reason he likes this view, most likely because it makes him realize this ultimate bond between Vickie and the baby she is carrying...and it is such a peaceful view. She makes room for him as he crawls into the tub also....and lightly starts to hum 'Rock –a-bye Baby' to her tummy to see if that will settle her down, she softly smile and traces her fingers over her belly...light playing with a foot as the baby kicks it out. Josh still smiles and when Vickie starts humming 'Rock-a-bye Baby' he accompanies her by humming himself. He places his hands on her belly, too, and gazes at the bulging that appears on Vickie's belly when the baby is kicking. After a while he grabs her hips, helps her to turn around, places his head on her shoulder to continue to gaze at her hands on her belly and starts to massage her back.

Vickie whispers as the little one starts to calm down...."Amazing isn't it...you can see her foot if you do it just right..." she feels him move behind her and his hands on her shoulders...."Mmm, babe....that feels so good"

He mumbles an "hmmm, it's really amazing...and unbelievable that she'll be out in just about 10 weeks." His hands massage her softly yet with enough pressure to loosen the tension in her shoulders.

Vickie she takes a deep breath.....thinking about how time really has gone be quickly....."I am really very excited to see her...to hold her.....nurse her...and share her with you when she cries..." she adds and giggles a bit

Josh laughs. "Sure, I don't have any doubt in that, especially not in the last part of your statement. But you're right. Although I'm fascinated by the miracle of her being inside you, I'm also looking forward to finally meet her, change her diapers and don't get enough sleep anymore." Obviously there is a bit of sarcasm recognizable in his words.

She snuggles a bit closer to him..."I am sure she will be a very good baby..." she runs her hand over his leg under the water...." And you will get plenty of sleep..." laughing

Josh sighs, not really believing her words, but as he doesn't have a choice anyway, he just takes it the way it is. The touch of her hand at his leg, however, makes him realize that they haven't been 'together' for quite a while and it makes him being excited instantly. Nearly automatically, his hands wander from her shoulders a bit down to her breasts and stroke them gently but not importunately.

Vickie closes her eyes as his hands work over her shoulders and smiles as suddenly she feels his hands graze her breasts....she lets out a soft moan.

Josh's hand slips under her breasts and lift them with only two fingers, massaging the boarder of her belly and her breasts. "A little massage at the front part of your body can't be wrong either, don't you think?" His lips perform a gentle smirk but that can't be seen by her, of course, as she's sitting backwards to him

She shakes her head, "No...not at all....feels very good sweetheart..." her hand continues to run over his leg...she leans back a bit....as his finger fondle her already milk engorged breasts....making her feel a bit aroused.

The massaging of her breasts makes his excitement grow further...as well as his manhood, which softly rubs at her butt while it enlarges slowly but steadily. He moves his massage a bit upwards, now softly stroking and squeezing directly the lower part of her breasts.

She can feel him growing behind her makes her moan again....she cannot remember ever feeling this completely aroused, her body tingling so intensely.

Josh slightly intensifies his breast massage and leans into her a bit more while he still grows harder and whispers in her ear "Honey...I love you."

Vickie melts into his arms, he whispers in ear, "I love you too babe," she wiggles against him, feeling how excited he has become too.

Josh feels her wiggling against him makes his excitement grow even further and he can't help a soft moan. He cups her full breasts with his hands and squeezes them slightly, what makes his manhood grow even harder. "Oh gosh sweetheart, I want you...but I'm not sure if we can still risk it...I don't want to hurt you or the baby."

"If you start to hurt me...I will let you know, how's that sound...." she wants him too and there is nothing written in the rules of pregnancy that sex this far along is a bad idea, she lets her hand work behind her to let it wrap around his manhood letting him know she wants him just as bad as he wants her.

Josh finally bends forward to kiss her shoulder and mumbles a "hmmm...sounds perfect" into it. He so much adores her right now, that he isn't sure anyway if he could have stopped so easily. He moves a bit aside and pulls her back to the end of the top to kiss her passionately, while his hands stroke both the insides of her upper thighs. She watches him as he moves....letting their lips touch, feeling the passion in their kiss....suddenly...his hands are on her thighs, and she can feel the tingle travel to the nether regions of her promise land....this causes her to groan passionately Josh's hands wander upwards on one side of her thigh, then strokes above her promise land without directly touching it, inside the cleft that her growing belly has created there, and then back down to the other inner thigh. He obviously enjoys playing with her this way

Her hand slides up to his manhood, teasing the tip of it gently with her thumb, she is loving how gentle and caring he is being with her, which seems to excite her more, causing a new feeling of euphoria. "Oh...God baby...." she mutters. Josh can't help a little satisfied grin and repeats the hand tour he has just done before. The feeling of her thumb on the tip of his manhood makes him grow fully and a loud yet soft groan departs his mouth. After he has repeated his hand-tour a few more times, he suddenly stops at the top of her belly cleft and now finally slides down to her promise land, dives through her labia but doesn't penetrate her yet. Her body moves gently with his touch....her eyes now fixated on his face, smiling at him, her breathing increases as the excitement keeps growing, now making her hand move down over his manhood, stroking him gently

He dives a few times in and out of her labia, from the top down in and back out. In the meantime his free hand caresses her belly and strokes all over it. Finally, after his other hand again dived through her labia he goes a bit deeper and starts to penetrate her just a little with his fingertip.

She softly purrs as his fingers now find their way into her soft fold, her hand still working over his manhood, her body rocks gently with his fingers...

He is totally in another world already. Everything except of her doesn't matter anymore. He gazes in her eyes and his face expresses both the excitement and the admiration he feels from and to her. While his forefinger goes on penetrating her only with the fingertip, his thumb and little finger open her legs just a tiny little bit more so that his forefinger now can dive into her a bit more.

Vickie moves with him....letting him open her up to him....she slightly leans back resting on her free hand, her other hand...now a methodical up and down motion over his manhood...feeling him grow even harder as their foreplay excites the both of them.

Josh smiles in full amusement before he leans in his head to kiss her again. Just like his finger opens her promise land again and again, his tongue now dives through her lips for another passionate kiss.

She welcomes his kiss, letting her own lips part to allow his tongue to find hers.....she lets her tongue run over his teeth seductively, moaning softly as his fingers dive in and out of her

He releases another soft moan and intensifies the diving speed of his fingers. He is so much excited that - in combination with the warm water - some pearls of perspiration start to appear on his forehead. He wants her so badly, but holds himself back to give her control of the situation.

She moves a slight bit.....not wanting to stop the motion of his fingers inside her.....but wants him so badly, she spreads her legs a bit more so that he can play freely with her, groaning again each time his fingers go in deeper...

Josh moans when she opens herself more to him and brings his middle finger into action as well. While his forefinger now continuously caresses her clitoris, it's the middle finger that repeatedly dives into her...a bit deeper with every push.

She gasps at this movement pushing her arousal over the edge, and makes her moan a bit more loudly then she would have liked.....she tilts her head back as she does, her clitoris jumping excitedly under his finger. "Mmm...." is all she can get out.

Josh is both amused and aroused by her loud moan and it urges him to increase both depth and speed of his finger exercises again, while her gently jumps create little waves in the water.

Vickie has finally had about all she can handle, she reaches for his shoulder and hold on to him. She releases a small wave of excitement over his fingers, the pregnancy as certainly heightened her feelings, even after the small wave, she can't help but want him more, her hand deeply strokes him, letting her thumb occasionally slip over the tip of his manhood.

Josh is about to lose control. The hot juice that just ran over his finger and that now is washed away from the water...her increased movements at his manhood...he can't take it anymore. He stops diving into her for a moment, grabs her hips and lifts her on top of him...and after that simply hopes that she will finally sit down on him to create a bond that is nearly as close as that of her and the baby she carries. She lets him move her over him.....wanting to feel his manhood in her as badly as he want to feel her over him....she gently spreads her legs over him....lowing herself gently...allowing the tip to find her sweetness that is so primed for his manhood, she lowers herself deeper onto him letting his hardened shaft to sink deep.....she smiles at him once she was worked it into herself, "I am all yours baby" she whispers softly.

He moans loud when she slowly sits down on him and makes his manhood dive into her, slowly and deeply. His manhood swells to its absolute max which makes him groan even more. When she finally speaks these words he grabs her hips from both sides and starts to rock her on him...very slowly and gently for the beginning.

She holds on to him tightly as they began to rock, letting her knees support her weight and helping her lift herself with his gentle thrusts....she buries her head into his shoulder, kissing and sucking on his neck as they start their lovemaking.

Josh positively trembles a little when she starts sucking his shoulder...it feels so incredibly good and makes his entire shoulder tingle. Apart from that, her new position now makes her pretty much swollen breasts bounce against his chin every time she moves up and he starts giving her kisses on her neckline every time they meet.

She bounces slowly and gracefully with him, her belly rubbing up and down over his, his lips touching her neckline causes her nipples to erect even harder then they was moments ago.....he feel so good inside her.

Josh imagines seeing her nipples grow harder and bigger, but thinks that really must be imagination...or isn't it? However, he bends his head a bit more to kiss and lick them every time Vickie bounces up and the tongue check assures him that they're very much erected. He takes his hands from her hips, to leave it up to her to bounce on him for a while and instead taps a smooth rhythm with all his fingertips on her belly.

She can't imagine anything feeling as completely wonderful then the way she feels right now, everything in the past few days, even weeks seems to completely diminish as they continue to pleasure each other, her breasts bounce perfectly with their rhythm, so full, and ready to feed their child when it is born, she looks down a bit as they bounce, she arches back....letting his fingers tap on her belly....which feels very good, and soothing. She moans even more as she rocks a bit faster, taking her time to make sure not to hurt herself or him for that matter in her own excitement.

Josh moans in complete enjoyment. For a reason he is not able to determine yet, this time having sex with her feels the most perfect ever....apart from their first time, maybe. He enjoys the gentleness of her rocking and moans softly while he goes on to caress her belly.

Her body quakes as his moans escape his lips, the feel of his hands on her growing belly feels very loving, her heart pounding more intense then she has felt it before, and she opens her eyes for a moment to gaze upon his face again, seeing the complete and intense devotion he has for her. Her love for him at this very moment grows deeper. She whimpers in complete satisfaction as the rocking of their body match in perfect timing.

Josh lays his head back on the tub and closes his eyes. He moves very little under her, except of some little wiggles from time to time and gives her by this total control of speed and depth of his penetration. His hands still on her belly, he doesn't feel much movement of their daughter anymore and supposes she's been rocked into sleep.

Vickie lets her hands slide down over his chest as she works her body to the perfect depth, never going farther then she can handle it....she feels the tip of him hit perfectly against her cervix, making her moan almost every time it hits....she bites her lower lip trying to silence herself slightly...breathing out of her noses is short pants

Josh can feel his tip now touch her cervix with nearly every single of her pushes and is a bit scared at first. But as its Vickie who decides how deep to go he supposes that he doesn't hurt her...in addition to her moans every time he hits her which sound rather enjoying. He decides not to concentrate on that anymore as long as he has the feeling that she knows what she's doing and instead starts to caress her breasts again that wiggle up and down in front of him.

As soon as his hands find their way back to her breasts she lets out a cry of relief, they are so heavy and the support he brings to them a he plays with them causes her make a small awing sound, she leans into him again, her body aching in a good way as they move.

Josh is at first is a bit surprised by her cry but immediately after realizes she's obviously just enjoying. Holding her breasts in both hands, he realizes how heavy they have become and really wonders that Vickie is not lamenting back aches more often. He goes on holding them with his hands from the sides and starts licking her nipples again every time when she moves up.

As soon as his tongue hits her nipples she draws him closer, holding him tightly, the pleasure building more and more between her legs....his thickness feels amazing in her, she begins to whisper his name over and over, almost like a small chant.....as her head again lowers to his shoulder. Now that Vickie has pulled him closer is able to caress her breasts more steadily with his tongue. He licks around her areola for a while, then kisses both her nipples and finally fully covers them with his lips before he gently starts to suck on them...because of the heat of the moment not really being aware what consequences this might have. Yet he still supports her breasts with both his hands and the pressure inside him increases a tiny little bit with every of her pushes

Vickie allows him to suckle her breasts, forgetting that she is now lactating, just the smallest bit of leaking causes relief to her swollen and hot breasts, the feeling of this also causes there to be a fire that travels straight down to her clitoris, she stops bouncing to enjoy him sucking her breasts, she smiles, as her eyes now watch him enjoy her.

Josh very much welcomes the short break of her bouncing to make himself calm down at least a bit while he goes on sucking her breasts. Suddenly he feels some drips of a fluid drop down on his tongue...and before he can realize what it is a small stream of it squirts into his mouth.

Vickie feels her milk release into his mouth, she stops moving almost instantly embarrassed that she has no control over herself anymore, the nutrient that is meant for their daughter is now shared with him, and she waits for his reaction, feeling the heat of him in her still causing her excitement




Mother's Milk



This story contains explicit details concerning a consensual sexual relationship between a mother and son.

If any of this offends you DO NOT READ any further.

The following story was given to me for posting by B. Traven who does not have USENET access. It is part of a series of stories never published before that supposedly describing true case studies investigated by Dr. Traven. I'm not completely sure that Dr. Traven is not pulling my leg, but I'll let judge for yourself.

Dr. Traven is very interested in any comments or criticism on this story. I will be glad to forward any messages about this story to Dr. Traven, but note that it may be a while before he is able to respond since he is still on sabbatical in Mexico. I may post more of the Dr. Traven's stories, depending on Dr. Traven's wishes and reader responses.

This particular story is actually *part VI* of Dr. Traven's TABOO series that cover related themes. Only one other story, TABOO I, in the series has been released as of this date. There are are also a number of other stories outside the TABOO series that have yet to be released, (only Hot for Hillary has been released outside the TABOO series). What's the holdup? First of all I need Dr. Traven's permission, who is not always the easiest person to get hold of. Second of all, I can not scan most of the stories because they are handwritten in Dr. Traven's chicken scrawl. Transcribing all this material by hand is not easy. Even worse, some of the older dog-earred manuscripts are even written in German. My high school German is a little rusty, and I'm quite sure my German vocabulary does not extend to some of the terms used in these stories! If you are interested in any of these stories please email me, and I'll see what I can do about releasing more.

Believe it or not, there is actually more to the "Mother's Milk" story itself. The following represents only about a quarter of a novella. Dr. Traven asked that I only release this portion of the story at this time because the remainder of the story branches off into other areas including a pregnancy, and relationships with Aunt Jane and Sara Jo among others, that Dr. Traven feels detracts from the original theme. Dr. Traven asked that I hold back the remainder of the story unless there is "sufficient reader interest". 


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Copyright (C) 1992, Bernhard Traven

       Mother's Milk [TABOO VI]         By B. Traven

"Many mothers find great emotional - even sexual - satisfaction in breastfeeding, for it is the culmination of the sybiotic unity with the child." - Dorothy L. Marlowe, RN Ed. D., "Pediatric Care", 1977

"Oedipus was blinded because the light of truth was too much to bare" - B. Traven

"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type where both parties get exactly what they need from the other party and the relationship, and the power status between the parties is the most equitable."        - Dr. J. Boswell,         Institute of Advanced         Sexual Studies

"There is *enormous* senusal pleasure suckling at a lactating woman's breast. The act is more giving and emotional on both parties part in addition to the simple sensualistic satisfaction."        - Dr. Avis Oegel, MD,         "Sexual Assertiveness Techniques", 1993

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Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table.

"Mom?" No answer.

He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light of the bedroom. His mom must be exhausted - she was still awake with Bobby went he got up this morning to go to school. She was a strong person, someone who had more than her shares of hardships in life but someone who rarely complained. She was still a young woman, only 32, and still young to be hopeful that happiness could still be found in her life. With her sparkling eyes, golden blond hair, and good figure men found her attractive. She had no trouble finding suitors, but she always managed to end up with the wrong guy.

He watched his mom as she dozed. She was beautiful even without makeup and with mussed hair, and beautiful even wearing an old yellow-print sun dress. Jack noticed that the buttons in front of her dress were undone and a large wet pink nipple was protruding. Jack felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly away. She had been trying to unsuccessfully to breast feed Bobby again. Contrary to popular opinion it is not at all uncommon for babies to have difficulties breast feeding. Dr. Powers explained to Mom that many factors may be to blame including the mother's diet and level of stress. Fortunately, almost all babies who have trouble breast feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle. Mom was heartbroken, feeling like a failure as a mother. Bobby was doing fine with formula but Mom kept trying to get him to nurse.

Jack secretly found the idea of breast feeding exciting. Since puberty he had the usual teen-aged boy's fascination with breasts. At 18 his sexual experiences were confined to some groping in the backseat of his car where a few times he had managed to slip his hand into Sara Jo's brassiere and feel the softness underneath. When he attempted to remove her bra she had protested, and the mood was broken. Sara Jo was a little on the chubby-side but had a healthy bust line that sent tongues wagging throughout high school. Sara Jo was nothing compared to Jack's own mother, however. His mom had had a slender frame with large, heavy breasts. Secretly, Jack had looked through the laundry to find one of his mother's brassiere. Feeling both ashamed and excited Jack read the faded tag on his mother's brassiere - 38C. Hoping his mother would not notice, Jack hid the brassiere under the frame of his bed from which he would sometimes take it out to study when alone. Jack, in his readings on his favorite subject, learned that a women's breasts could increase up to two cup sizes during pregnancy; and, sure enough, the new nursing bra his mother had purchased was an incredible 38DD. Jack had wondered why size DD was used instead of E, but he decided that this was yet another of the many mystery's privy only to women and unknowable by men.

       **

At the time of her pregnancy Mom's boyfriend Bill was living with them. Bill was a crude man who would periodically come home drunk and angry at the world. When Bill came home late one night he slapped Mom hard across the face because dinner was cold. Jack tried to intervene, but the bigger man threw him across the room. 

"Please, Bill, leave Jack alone." His mother screamed. Jack felt dizzy and hurt but he got managed to get back on his feet. He started toward Bill again. 

"Jack, please." his mother pleaded.

Bill ignored Jack, and pulled Mom toward the bedroom roughly by the arm. His mother looked toward Jack with a look of resignation.

"I'll be OK, Jack. Please stay out of it.", she whispered to him painfully as Bill pulled her.

Bill slammed the bedroom door behind them, leaving Jack standing outside feeling impotent and weak. Their voices through the door were angry and loud at first. After a few minutes the voices were softer, and Jack could hear the familiar rhythmic creaking of his mother's mattress.

       **

A few months later Mom had discovered that she was pregnant. Bill acted happy and said they would now get married; but he didn't come home the next evening. Mom tried repeatedly to call Bill at work, but Bill just hung up on Mom when he heard Mom's voice. Mom was, of course, broken-hearted. She had dealt with men running out on her before, but this time she was pregnant. Jack's own father had also left shortly after Jack was born but at least he and Mom had been married. Mom broke down and sobbed in Jack's arms. Jack told his Mom not to worry.

They didn't need anyone else. He would be the man of house. And Jack did help take care of his Mom. He took over cleaning the house and doing the grocery shopping, and even had gotten a part-time job at the local fast-food joint to help supplement their income. When his Mom enrolled in Lamaze classes at the local hospital, Jack volunteered to be his mom's coach but Mom's younger sister, Aunt Jane, said it wasn't proper and took his place as coach.

       **

Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight of the demands pregnancy places on their bodies. Other women bloom like flowers, glowing with the radiance of the life growing within them. Mom was in the latter category. Her face was positively beaming with the promise of life, and her slender figure blossomed into Rubenesque proportions with Mom's already large breasts became heavier and fuller. 

Most of Mom's Lamaze training became useless because some complications arose and a Cesarean had to be performed. He was forced to stay outside in the Waiting Room while Aunt Jane with Mom in the delivery room. He was overjoyed the nurse announced that he now had a healthy baby brother, 9 pounds 7 ounces. The nurse led him into the hospital room where his mother laid dreamily in the bed holding the little baby. He kissed Mom on the forehead and held his sleepy baby brother cautiously.

"Meet your new baby brother, Robert Joseph - Bobby." she announced proudly.

His mom unbuttoned the top few buttons her nightgown. Casually, she reached in, and an enormous white breast capped with a glistening pink nipple flopped out. 

"Uhhh, Mom. Do you want me to leave?" he said nervously.

He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes drawn back where he would steal quick peeks of his mother's bare breast. He rarely saw his mother's breasts except for quick glances when she would lean over in a low-cut nightgown. He was actually shocked - and excited - at his mother's sudden casual display of nudity in front of him.

"Don't be silly, Jack. I'm going to try to get Bobby to nurse." 

She took Bobby to her nipple. Booby mouth was against the nipple but he didn't suck. She lifted her heavy breast to position it better, and a thin white liquid squirted in the air from the top of his mom's nipple. Jack was fascinated.

"I hope he's hungry - I've been uncomfortable lately since I started lactating." Jack just nodded nervously and tried to look away. She tried to coax little Bobby to nurse, but he just looked bewildered with his unfocused eyes. At one point some of the drippings of Mom's milk got on Bobby's lips but he still didn't get the hint.

"He's probably still tired. I try later."

She put Bobby back into the hospital bassinet where he immediately fell asleep.

"The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day after tomorrow."  She held Jack's hand warmly.

"Thanks, Jack, for all the help you've given me. I know that this hasn't been the best of times for you."

"It hasn't been the best of times for you either Mom, but I'll always be there for you, Mom." he said tenderly.

"Jack!" she was smiling mischievously, "you're staring at me!", Jack looked away ashamed from his Mom's bare breast. Mom pushed her exposed breast safely back into the folds of her nightgown.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jack.", she said warmly as she unhurriedly re-buttoned her nightgown. "I certainly know from personal experience about the fascination of teen-aged boys with breasts", she laughed. He was hot with embarrassment but his mother held his hand re-assuringly. 

"Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world. Please don't be embarrassed when I'm nursing Bobby, OK?" "OK, Mom." He hung his head down. He crossed his legs slightly to hide his erection, and prayed to God that she didn't see that!

       **

She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over her.

"Rough day, eh, Mom?"

She rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. He didn't calm down until after you left this morning. I tried again to get him to nurse but I had no luck." she said sadly.

He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle in the nursery. He wrapped him tight in the knit blanket Aunt Jane had made. Mom was still sitting in the chair when he returned, trying to shake the sleep from her eyes. He noticed that her dress was still unbuttoned and his mother's bare breast was still hanging out. He could see that it was heavy with milk. Since he moved the baby he now noticed that the front of her dress was soaked. She was lactating heavily.

She looked down at herself. "God, I'm a mess." She lifted the front of her dress slightly, which opened the unbuttoned portion of her dress further, exposing the white nursing bra underneath. She lifted the breast that was exposed to close the cup flap of the nursing bra, and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that landed on Jack's shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jack." She closed the flap on her nursing bra, securely tucking away her breast.

"Uh, that's OK, Mom." He felt the warm wetness of her milk against his chest as it soaked through his shirt. It was a not unpleasant sensation.

"Excuse me, Jack, while I clean up.", his mom said as she finally got up from the chair.

"Sure, Mom." he left the room, closing the door behind him.

He checked on Bobby who was still fast asleep. Poor little guy must have exhausted himself. He, then, put the groceries and was deciding what to fix for dinner when his mother suddenly called for him from the bedroom.

He opened his Mom's bedroom door. He was surprised to see his mother half- naked sitting on her bed. Her wet sun dress was laying crumbled in a ball on the floor. His mother was dressed only in panties and nursing brassiere. The flaps on each cup of the bra were open, exposing his mother's heavy, swollen breasts. The nipples were bright red and engorged, and dripping with milk. Her figure since the pregnancy was softly padded voluptuous curves instead of the trim figure she had had previously. In spite of himself Jack grew immediately hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully.

"Jack, the pump isn't working." She said desperately. She didn't appear to be aware of her nakedness in front of him - or the effect it was having on him. 

The pump was an electric pump that she had rented from the hospital to pump the milk from his mom's breasts when they became painfully engorged. Since Mom couldn't get Booby to nurse, she had to use the pump every few hours to relieve the pressure. He never actually saw her use it since she would always use it in private with her door closed. Since his Mom had no problem exposing her breasts in front of him to try and nurse Bobby, he suspected the real reason for her modesty about the pump was that the pump represented her failure to breast feed.

He looked over the pump. The electric connections at least visually seemed to be good. He pressed lightly on a few mechanical pieces, but he saw no problem.

He flicked on the switch. Nothing happened.

He felt around the moist cup of the machine. "Mom, maybe you have to ... stick it in to activate it." His mom lifted her heavy breast and gently pushed her left breast inside in pump's cup. Since his hand was still touching the outside cup of the cup, looking for a microswitch of some kind, his mom's breast rested lightly against his index finger. It felt warm and full. He was too scared and too excited to move his hand, but she said nothing. He flicked the switch with his other hand. Nothing. It seemed like an electrical problem and he tugged slightly on the electric connections again and flicked the switch one more time. Nothing.

"I can't get it, Mom. Maybe we can take it back to the hospital for another." 

"They're closed now, Jack. Their rental office is only open 9-5." She pulled herself out of the pump, brushing against his index finger as she did. She started to cry.

"Jack, I'm a failure as a mother. You shouldn't have to take care of me."

"I want to, Mom." he interrupted.

"I can't even nurse my own baby. I can't do anything right." she sobbed.

"Dr. Powers ..." he tried to say.

"I know what Dr. Powers said, Jack, but I still feel like a failure. I even have to use this damn machine to pump myself out, and even that's not working!"

"Mom, don't cry." He hugged her and felt his mom's bare breasts pressed heavily against his chest. Immediately, he backed away.

"Jack, they hurt!" she said desperately cupping her breasts. 

"Maybe, we should call Dr. Powers's office, Mom."

She looked at him questioningly.

"What, Mom?"

"Jack... I nursed you when you were a baby. You didn't have any problems. I nursed you until you were nine months old."

"Mom, what are you saying?"

"Jack, if you don't want to do this its OK, I'll understand." she looked at him pleadingly.

"Jack, would it be so wrong if I asked you to ... suck out my milk." Suck out her milk? His heart was racing.

"Jack, you're still my son just like Bobby. Please nurse me." His cock was painfully hard now and his mouth felt dry.

"Please, Jack. Do this for me."

"Uh, yeah, M-mom." he stuttered.

"How are we going to do ... do this?" he asked nervously.

She crawled up further on the bed and sat up with her back against the bed frame. The was a fantasy of Jack's secret-most dreams. Settle down. That's your mother there, he thought. She only wants you to do what the pump is supposed to do. Nothing more.

"Come here, Baby." his mother said lovingly. 

He looked at his mom waiting for him on the bed on the looking like every man's innermost fantasy. He didn't think of the nursing bra as something sexy before but now he realized that it could have been something out of Frederick's of Hollywood. It supported the heavy weight of his mother's breasts, lifting them high as if putting them on display. With the cup flaps open, exposing only the front of his mom's breasts, the bra actually accentuated their nakedness.

Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother. She pulled him to her. Her nipple was bright red and glistened with the milk that was leaking out. She held him by the back of the head, gently bringing him to her breast. A hard nipple brushed against his lips and released more fluid. He opened his mouth instinctively and took in the nipple. It tasted sweet from the milk. He reached under and cupped the breast. It was heavy with milk. He tentatively sucked, and was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth. His mother's milk was like cow's milk except it was thinner and sweeter. He savored the warm milk. The milk started to overflow his mouth and drip down his chin onto his chest. He swallowed his mother's milk to stop to overflow, and discovered that that action caused even more milk to flow from his mother's teat. He sucked harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life. As he drained more milk from mother's breast he could feel the swelling of her breast slowly diminishing. Her body started relaxing as he relieved the painful pressure. While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against the side of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek.

"That's it, Jack. You're doing fine." She kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers playfully through his hair.

He sucked hungrily at his mom's breast, and greedily swallowed the milk with loud gulps. He held on tightly with both hands to the soft abundance of her breast. Jack knew that this was all he ever needed. As he sucked at his mother's tit he knew all other experiences in his life would pale compared to this. He could feel his mother's body start to stir with excitement. She pressed his head firmly to his breast and started spreading her legs. 




Mother's Milk



"Oh, Jack." She started moaning. He continued to suck hard until the flow drained to a tinkle. Without even thinking or looking his mouth found his mother's other nipple. A fresh gush of milk filled his mouth. His mother's legs were now wrapped around Jack's knee.

"Come on, Jack." she moaned softly. Jack's cock was throbbing. Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother's thigh through his trousers. He found a rhythm, and continued to suck deeply at his mother's nipple. Jack decided to test the nipple with his tongue as he sucked. When his tongue lightly touched her nipple he felt the electricity go through his mother's body. He played with the nipple as he continued to suck, and his mother's body started quaking. He could feel her wetness even through her panties and his trousers as his mom ground her crouch against his knee.

"Oh, baby..." she now moaned loudly.

Her breast was almost completely drained. Jack continued to suck the last of the milk as he teased his nipple with his tongue.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!" His mother's body was jack-knifing now as she moaned.

Jack felt faint as he ejaculated in violent spasms in his pants. They both laid there silently. Jack's lips where still on his mother's breast but he had stopped sucking.

"Jack?" He was almost asleep. "Jack?"

"Uh." He laid there almost catatonic against the warmth of his mother's body.

"Jack, I think its time we got up." she said in a soft voice. Jack forced himself to sit up. He looked at his mom and felt embarrassed and guilty. But she only smiled back sweetly at him. Her mother's breasts were wet with milk as was the rest of her front. He was a mess himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his chin to his shirt, which was completely soaked through with his mother's milk.

"Thanks, Sweetie. I don't know what I would do without you." He felt his mother's breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek. Jack was dazed. His head felt like it was full of cotton. Had this just taken place? He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother really come? He didn't have enough experience to judge such things. He had certainly come. He felt the wetness at his groin. Did she know?

"Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?"

"Uh, sure, Mom." said slowly. He lifted himself awkwardly off the bed.

"And clean yourself, too". He looked backed at his mother still sitting half- naked on the bed. She gave him a wink, which made tingles travel down his spine.

He closed his mother's door behind him; and now felt very alone and confused.

Jack checked on Bobby who still sound asleep. He fixed some hamburgers and tried to keep himself busy so he did not have to think about what had just taken place. Had it really happened? The bedroom door creaked open. His mom emerged dressed in a frilly white robe.

"Uh, hi Mom.", he said nervously.

"Ouch!" He burned his hand on the stove.

His mother ran to him. "Are you all right, Jack?" She held his hand and gave it a kiss.

"Yeah, I'm OK, Mom."

"Jack, are you bothered by what we just did?" she asked seriously.

"Uh, I don't know, Mom." He was unsure what to say. She held each of his hands, and looked him lovingly in the eyes.

"Jack, you did me a favor. I was suffering because the pump wasn't working." She held him by the shoulders.

"You - we - didn't do anything wrong in there, Jack. You're my son just like Bobby is. Because you're older doesn't mean that its wrong for you but right for him." He nodded quickly.

"Look - I know you probably enjoyed it. I told you I knew about teen-aged boys and their fixations." She smiled slyly.

"And I'll confess that I enjoyed it, too. It's the way a woman's anatomy is designed so that breast feeding encourages bonding."

"Jack, you helped me out when I desperately needed it. And the fact that we happened to both enjoy it doesn't mean it's something to be ashamed of." She gave his a motherly kiss on the forehead. He did feel better.

"Besides, we're going to have to do this later tonight when I fill up again." Despite himself he grew immediately hard.

"We have something to look forward to later." his mom added with a hint of seduction.

They ate dinner together saying little. Afterwards, Bobby woke up. The long sleep must have done him good because he was more pleasant than he normally was just waking from a nap. He was scheduled to work tonight from 8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye and drove off. At work he couldn't keep his mind off of his mother. He kept looking at his watch as he bagged groceries.

When work was over he left immediately rather than stopping to chat with Sara Jo or some of his buddies. A couple of times he had to slow down after he glanced down at the speedometer and realized how fast he was driving. When he finally got home it was dark except for his mother's bedroom. He walked over to his mother's open doorway. She was sitting on the side of her bed wearing the same frilly robe. The bed was now made with the covers turned neatly down. 

She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously.

"I've been waiting for you, Jack. I'm getting sore." She stood up and removed the robe. She let it drop to the floor. Jack was startled. Instead of the nursing bra and the plain white panties from Sears, his mom was wearing only a fancy pair of panties. The panties had the French cut with the leg of the panties sexily rising up her hip. He did not even remember seeing these panties in his secret excursions into his mother's lingerie drawer. His mom's breast were large and swollen, but still hung high by themselves. The nipples were engorged and pink, and glistened with the wetness of her milk. He stood there in awe at his mother's nakedness.

"Oh ... Mom." He heard his voice saying. He immediately felt embarrassed and had to look away.

Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled.

"Don't be embarrassed, Jack. Come to your mother." She took his hand and led Jack to her bed. She sat up against the headboard as before and spread her legs slightly. She pulled Jack to her and Jack immediately began to suck. It was better this time. He knew what to do as he steadily drained his mother's boob. He felt her mother's body relax against him as he removed the pressure in her breast. He drank deep from her warm, sweet milk. With his tongue he started teasing the tip of her nipple, and as before his mother's body starting stirring under him. She wiggled against him while he sucked and played with his mom's nipple.

When the breast was drained he automatically switched to the other. A gush of warm milk shot into his mouth as soon as his mouth clamped onto the nipple. He could feel the excitement starting to build in himself and his mom. They pressed their bodies against each other. In their squirming they unconsciously - or was it deliberate - re-positioned themselves until their hips were pressed tightly together. Jack's throbbing erection was pressed against his mother's couch through the layers of his trousers and her panties. Jack finally drained the second breast but kept sucking hungrily at his mom's breast. She didn't seem to mind, though, because they were now pushing rhythmically against each other.

Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Jack cautiously reached down under him to the waistband of his mother's panties. His mother quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Scared he had gone too far with his mother, Jack started pulling away from his mom, but she pushed him back onto her. She was setting her limits just like Sara Jo did. He sucked his mother harder now and let his teeth scrape very lightly against his mom's nipple.

"Oh, Jack - Jack - Jack ..." His mother's hips jerked against him. His mother's excitement caused his dam to finally burst. He bucked rhythmically against his mother and came in a shuddering climax.

"Mommm...." he heard himself moan.

They laid still for a few minutes not saying a word. He felt the warmth of his mother's body against him. Unlike last time there was not mistaking what each of them had felt this time. Jack had never seen a woman orgasm but now had no doubt that this is what his mother had felt. He thought it pretty obvious to his mother that he had came too. Another thing was different, too; this time Jack did not feel the shame he had felt before. He still felt somewhat unsure but he knew that this second time he and his mother had known what they were doing. The first time could have been accidental, but there was no mistaking their intend this time.

"You OK, Jack?" He rolled off his mother.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm OK."

"It was good wasn't it, Jack?"

"Uh, Mom, ..."

She looked at him and smiled. "It's OK to say you liked it, Jack. We didn't do anything wrong." his mother said in a clear voice.

"Yeah, Mom, ... I liked it. I liked it a lot." he beamed. He did feel better.

He didn't want to leave but his mom told him it was time for both of them to get ready for bed - in own separate beds. Jack stripped, cleaned himself up and put his pajamas on. He heard his Mom getting Bobby his bottle. Jack said goodnight to his mother, and gave her a kiss on the lips that lingered for just a while longer than a kiss that a son gives his mother.

Jack laid in bed in the dark. He masturbated earnestly. Instead of Sara Jo or some Playmate, Jack was now openly fantasizing about his mother. He came, pumping more semen than he had thought was still left in him. He fell in a sound sleep soon after.

**

Jack slept restlessly, tossing and turning. A kiss. Another kiss. He opened his eyes and saw his mother peering out of the darkness. He realized that his cock was hard and sticking out of his pajama pants. He quickly put himself back in, hoping Mom didn't see. Although, did it matter any more?

"Jack, its time again." she said very somberly for something that was exciting to both of them. He sat up and held his head.

"Uh, OK, Mom." he said groggily. He looked at his digital clock and saw it was 3:15am. She stood there a minute silently.

"In my bedroom, Jack." she finally said.

He followed his mother into the bedroom. The room was dark. She opened her robe. He could see the outline of his mother's nakedness. Was she still wearing the panties? He smelled the earthy dairy smell coming from her milk. She climbed up on the bed and Jack followed.

He went to his mother's breast and suckled. Efficiently, he drained away the pressure and felt his mother's body start to relax against him. He teased her nipple, biting it lightly while he continued to nurse from his mother. Instinctively, his mother opened her legs further and started squirming her ass.

He pushed himself up against his mom's body. His cock slipped out again from his pajamas and pressed against the coolness of his mother's panty. He was prepared to move but his mother showed no resistance. With both hands he squeezed his mother's tit and engulfed the stream of warm milk that shot into his mouth. They were both excited now as he started dry-humping his mom. 

"Jack!" she blurted out loudly. But she must have shouted his name of excitement rather than concern that things were going too far because she made no move to stop him. He drained his mother's tit and immediately went for the other one. He clamped onto the nipple and drunk down the stream of milk. His cock, having a life of its own, pressed at his mom's inner thigh and tried to gain entrance to the dark mysteries underneath the panties by snaking its way under the leg band. He pressed and pressed by he couldn't get in!

Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious reached down to the leg band where his cock was probing. Slowly, he pulled at the elastic. He was prepared to quickly withdraw his hand if his mother showed the least resistance, but she continued squirming against him as if she didn't notice. He pushed his cock into his mother's panty. The elastic pulled tight against his cock, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock found the entrance to his mother's pussy. It was definitely wet, and emanated a warm from within.

He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to go through with this step. Did he really want to do this? Was he prepared for this? He bit at her nipple while continuing to suck his mother's milk. She was moaning now and wrapped her legs around him. He wasn't sure if this was to encourage him, or whether his mother in her excitement was really oblivious to what he was doing. Jack could not see how he could turn back at this point. He was feverish, and felt beads of perspiration on his forehead. This wasn't just his doing, or was it? He was so confused, but he knew he had to do it. He could not go on with his life not knowing, not plunging into the mysteries of his mother after having come this far.

Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his mother's pussy like butter. It was so easy, and, yet, this was an act that would forever change his relationship with his mother. Everything they had done previously was, by and large, innocent. She needed him to suck her milk to relieve her discomfort. If they both derived pleasure from it, there was no shame. Despite the heated play, they were still acting as mother and son. Now with his single act they had crossed the line from mother and son to - lovers. He could not undo what had been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.

They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what had been done - and what could not be undone. His mother, then, reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all the way inside of her. The feeling was indescribable. It was like a tight, wet, warm velvet glove was lovingly grabbing his cock.

"Oh, Jack. Oh, my baby."

Mom's last breast was now almost drained. Jack and his mother started slowly fucking while Jack continued to suckle the last of her milk. He pushed his pelvis; and his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the way into his mother's warmth. His origin. His source. It felt like heaven. I should have felt dirty and perverted, but it felt so natural and wonderful to make love with this beautiful woman who gave him birth.

Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The friction send fire into his loins. He knew his mother felt the same because he felt her return his thrusts by arching her hips. Was this fucking? In Jack's private readings on the subject he had heard of many dysfunctions and problems regarding sex. He had thought it hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem as natural to Jack, then, than fucking his mother.

"Jack..." his mom moaned. Jack knew that she was close. 

Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. He could feel her bare breasts pressing his chest. Milk still leaking from them was soaking his pajama shirt. His mother returned his kiss, and soon his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. Mother and son embraced and kissed deeply while their hips banged together.

Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for control against his own body. His mother pinched his buttocks tight as she forcefully pulled him to her.

"Mom!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too late. He came in a violent eruption, ejaculated in waves into his mother. 

"Oh, Jack..." His mother wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips back and forth against him.

"Jack ..." Her cry softening into a whimper.

Jack could feel his mother's body relax against him. He tried to climb off his mother but she pulled him back to her. They were both silent. Jack could feel his mother's heartbeat against him slowly climb back to normal. Eventually, he rolled off his mother and laid next to her. Both exhausted, they both fell asleep holding one another.

The next morning the sun woke Jack up. He was immediately disoriented. He looked around and saw he was in his mother's room. He looked over and saw his mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic set in. What had he done? What should he do?

Jack laid there next to his mother staring at ceiling. He discovered that he too was naked - he must have removed and kicked off the rest of his pajamas during the night. He felt his mother stirring. She opened her eyes groggily and also looked disoriented. She met his eyes, and Jack looked away guiltily.

"Morning, Jack." she said in a flat voice.

"Morning, Mom." Jack muttered in reply. 

"Mom, ... I'm sor.." she pressed her finger to his lips.

"Don't be sorry, Jack. I should have known it was going to come to this. It just ... felt so good. And its been too long for me, Baby." She stroked his cheek tenderly.

"It was good, Jack. Better than I would have thought. But we can't let this happen again. It's wrong. You've done so much for me, and now I feel I've taken advantage of you."

"M-mom, you didn't ..." he started to stutter.

She cut him off. "Jack, let's never discuss this again, please?" she said firmly. Jack nodded in agreement.

"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while I get dressed?"

Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his pajamas that were in crumbled ball next to his mothers panties. When had she taken them off? Embarrassed, Jack clutched the pajamas to his groin, and quickly left his mother's bedroom. He closed the door behind him and put on his pajamas.

His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the kitchen table carrying Bobby. They ate breakfast together mostly silent. He tried to busy himself reading the paper while his Mom held the bottle for Bobby while at the same time ate her breakfast.

Jack looked at the clock.

"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school." He tried to look away as he gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek. As he was almost out the door, his mother said,

"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?" He looked back at his mother puzzled.

"You have to ...", she cupped his breast, "you know." Jack didn't know what to say.

"Ah, sure Mom."

His mom gave him a sly look. "... unless you want to get another pump from the hospital." she added. "M-momm, I-I won't have time to stop - I'm running late." Jack stammered. She looked back at Jack and smiled.

"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need you."

"Yeah, Mom, sure."

In a whisper she added, "But like yesterday, Jack - not like last night."

"Yeah ... sure."

Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his mother and hurried out the door. In school Jack was listless, and had trouble concentrating. He got the results back on his Chemistry exam and found gotten an "A". At least some things in his life where going all right. Sara Jo tried to make eye contact with him during class but Jack just returned her a forced smile and looked away. Jack kept looking at his watch nervously.

Jack rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang. He found himself speeding again, and had to make a conscious effort to slow down. Jack was going home for his - noon feeding? 

His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for him. As before she had the nursing bra on with the flaps pulled back to expose her swollen breasts. Unlike before, though, his mother wore no panties. She was nude - bare except for the nursing bra that only emphasized rather than concealed her nudity. She laid there inviting before him. With his eyes Jack traced the outline of his mother's smooth legs up to her soft blond fuzz of public hair.

She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and seductively at the same time. "Surprised, Jack?" she looked at him.

"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right or not, but I know I don't want it to end." His mother sat up more on the bed which caused her breasts to juggle delightfully.

"I've been getting all worked up this morning just thinking about, Jack. God help me, but I know I don't want what we had together to stop.". Tears were welling in her eyes now."




Mother's Milk



"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made a mess of yours." "No, Mom!" He protested.

"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own son. It should be wrong, but it feels so good - and not just the physical kind of good." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but please don't think badly of your mother."

Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was going to come in pants just standing there. Without saying a word he stripped in front of his mother. He surprised himself by not feeling any embarrassment. He threw his clothes on the floor and joined his mother on the bed.

He grabbed his mother's tit with both hands, firmly and almost roughly, and His mother's milk poured into his mouth, and he drank deeply.

"Oh, Jack.", she moaned as he relieved the pressure from her breast. Jack heard himself making loud slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked at his mother's breast. Jack almost jumped out his skin as he felt his mother's cool hand at his cock. She tenderly and expertly stroked it just like he would have done it for himself. He almost felt himself climaxing, but his mother backed away just in time, leaving his cock quivering with excitement and frustration. She guided him to the source of her warmth between her legs. His cock slid into his mother effortlessly. She was hot and wet.

"Ooh, Mom." he moaned with sheer pleasure.

As he suckled he let his teeth scrap lightly against his mom's nipple. She bucked her hips against him, pushing him further into his mother's pussy. Jack reached under his mom and felt his mother's rounded buttocks.

"Come on, Jack, *fuck* me." his mother said in a strained whisper. He was a little shocked and also not a little turned on by his mother's use of profanity. Jack drove his hips into his mother as he bit gently into her nipple. His mother returned his thrusts and soon their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm by themselves.

"Fuck your mother." she moaned. Jack switched breasts and felt a fresh spray of warm milk in his mouth.

"Mom ... Mom ... Mom." he heard himself moaning involuntarily. Their hips bucked wildly against each other as mother and son came together in a shuddering, cathartic orgasm.

"God, that was good, Jack." his mother smiled. "That was so good and I don't feel the least bit guilty, do you?"

Jack shook his head and couldn't help but smile back. It was true. He didn't feel guilty or ashamed. He actually felt a genuine love and closeness to his mother that he never had dreamt of. There was absolutely nothing wrong with making love to this beautiful and lovely lady who gave him birth.

"I love you, Mom." He heard his voice crack as he hugged his mother tightly.

"I love you, too, Jack." They embraced and he could actually feel himself stirring again.

"Oh, Jack, I wish we could do it once more, but you've got to get back to school." His cock was erect again. 

"I could call in sick ..."

"No, Jack, we can't let this part of us displace other things in our life. "Besides, we've got tonight to look forward to." she said playfully as she ran her hands through his hair.

He looked down at his mother without doleful eyes.

"Tonight." she reminded him.

In school Jack was distracted. I actually fucked my mother, he though with a mixture of excitment - and shame. He realized that this was a fulfillment of a sexual fantasy he had long suppressed. He didn't know what this meant for him and Mom but he knew he didn't want it to end.

"... Jack Baker?" Jack was startled from his reverie. He realized with alarm that Mr. Humbert his geometry teacher, was addressing him.

"Huh, could you repeat the question, Sir?" He replied awkwardly.

The class roared with laughter, and Jack just wanted to crawl under the desk.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep, Mr. Baker." Humbert said sacastically. "Now, class who knows the answer?" Hands all around Jack were immediately raised in response.

Finally, the 3:00 bell rang and Jack quickly darted out the door. He raced to the exit but was stopped before he could reach the door.

"Why are you avoiding me, Jack?" said Sara Jo, giving him a hurt look.

"I'm not avoiding you." Jack tried to reply in reassuring voice.

"Well, it certainly seems that way, Jack Baker."

She looked him in the eye. "Is there some else, Jack?" 

"No, Sara Jo, God no. I've been busy. With my mother. I'm trying to help her out around the house. She has her hands full with the new baby."

"Of course, Jack, I feel so foolish. How is your mom doing, anyway?"

"Well, she's doing just much better. I'm just trying to help out where I can." he said in voice that sounded to him a little too nervous.

"If there's anything I can do to help please let me know, Jack" she said sympathetically. 

"Thanks, Sara Jo. Look, I've got to run. We'll talk later, OK."

**

Her bedroom was dark. For a moment Jack thought she wasn't home and paniced. But when he peeked into his mom's bedroom he saw that she was waiting for him. The soft flickering light from many candles outlined his mother's nudity and she laid across the bed smiling up at him. They made love slowly in the candlelight. He started to learn how to sense responses in his mother's body and pace himself accordingly. Jack and his mother took their time exploring each other bodies. They slowly built up their passion as they fucked until they came together in a warm embrace.

Later that night they changed tactics and teased each other mercilessly as they fucked each other hard, almost rough; and came together in a violent orgasm. Throughout the night they took turns waking up one another and fucking. In the morning they were exhausted and sweaty, and the bedsheet was full of come stains and milk. Jack woke up groggily with a raging hard-on brushing against the crack of his mother's bare ass. His mother, feeling him stirring against her, awakened; and they proceeded to fuck in the morning light. 

A few days later Jack moved into his mother's bedroom. Since he spent most of his time there anyway, it made perfect sense to both of them. Jack and his mother could not keep there hands off one another. They fucked every four hours during Jack's 'feedings', and would often find time in between. They tried everything together; and were constantly finding new ways to tease and excite each other. She introduced him to oral sex; and Jack went wild as soon as his mother took his cock into her mouth. Mom sucked him and teased his with her tongue until he shoot his load into her mouth in a screaming orgasm. Jack also tried oral sex on his mom which he did not particularly enjoy himself but he did get off on how excited his mother became as she locked her legs around his head and bucked her hips wildly.

Jack and his mom enjoyed when he loving applied lotion to her body to avoid scars from streach marks. He would spend hours lovingly rubbing in the creamy lotion into her swollen breasts, rounded hips and buttocks. They would always end up fucking during these sessions. One time his mother greased up his cock with liberal amounts of the lotion, and got down on all fours so he could fuck her ass. Jack had heard about anal sex and always considered it somewhat perverted. But he was not prepared for the exquisite pleasure of his mother's tight ass as he pushed his cock past his mother's sphincter and deep into her rectum. He fucked slowly at first because he was concerned about any pain he might be causing his mother, but she egged him on with breathy obscenities which caused him to start fucking his mother's ass harder. He finally came in an intense orgasm in which he pumped his mother's ass with his semen. After that first time, anal sex became one of their favorites. He knew it caused her some discomfort but strangly enough to Jack the small amount of pain that accompanied the pleasure seemed to be part of the excitment for both of them.

His mother enjoyed teasing him. Knowing his facination with her underwear, she would dress up in lingerie and strut around provacatively until Jack grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Since his mother's breasts were now two cups sizes larger, her cleavage would overfill many of her old brassieres - which of course enhanced the effect for Jack. His mother would pick out entire outfits with a dress, jewelry, stockings, high heels and lingerie, and do a slow strip tease in front of him. She would dress topless, bottomless - anything to drive him wild. After finding out Jack's facination with garterbelts, she went shopping one morning and met him at the door when he came home from school wearing nothing but siver earrings, a black garterbelt, seamed dark sheer stockings, 5" spike heels - and a wicked smile. They didn't even make it to the bed that time as they fucked with abandon on the living room floor.

       ** Not unsurprising breastplay was a regular part of their sexual repetoire. They would frequently fuck with Jack laying down and with his mother sitting on him with her pendulous breasts hanging over him. In this position they could confortably fuck while Jack sucked his mother's swollen tits. He would usually end soaking in his mom's milk as his mother rode him to a blissful orgasm. When Jack and his mother discovered the delights of anal sex, they found they could use the same position. Jack would stick his cock up his mother's tight ass while he sucked milk from her breasts. She liked the control that this position gave them as they butt fucked; and Jack thought this gave him the best -or was it breast- of both worlds.

One day after Jack and his mother were going at it hot and heavy on the bed, his mother suggested something new.

"Sure, Mom." Jack said eagerly. He was always willing to try something new.

She laid on her side, which caused both of her heavy breasts to flop together.

"Jack, lay on your side facing me, and slide up a little, Baby."

She took his engorged cock and inserted in between her breasts.

"Mmmm, I like this, Mom." he said as he revelled in the feel of her smooth, warm breastflesh against his cock.

"Now, just fuck Mom's tits, Honey" she said in a Mae West imitation.

Jack needed no further instruction and started fucking his mom's cleavage. This was true delight. Warm milk started leaking from her nipples and run down his cock. 

"God, Mom." He squeezed both of her breasts together tightly around his cock. Milk started squirted in the air and on his abdomen.

She was squirming now. Jack knew his mother could orgasm just from heavy breast play. With both hands he kneaded her breasts and fucked her cleavage. Her breasts were heavy and full and posessed a inner warmth that radianted into his cock. His mom's breasts were slick with her milk which provided the needed lubrication as he fucked her tits. Jack didn't survive this ecstasy for long because he soon came to orgasm. Alarmed suddenly, he tried to move himself away from his mom; but he discovered too late as he shoot wave after wave of white jism into his mother's face.

Jack sat up suddenly and looked at his mother concerned. Big wads of his semen hung from his mother's left cheek and chin.

"Sorry, Mom, I got kinda carried away."

"Don't be silly, Jack." She gave him a smile that warmed his heart.

"It's supposed to be good for the skin." she said as she rubbed the mess into her face. She saw his horrified reaction and smiled.

"It's OK, Jack." she said reassuringly.

       **

His mother was washing dishes as he entered the kitchen. 

"Hi, Babe." she said with turning around.

Without saying a word he reached around his mother and cupped her breasts through her dress. He reached into the front of his mother's dress and slipped his hand into the top of of her brassiere, feeling the warmth of her bare breast inside. 

"Mmmm. Let's go in the bedroom, Jack."

"No. I've got a better idea, Mom" 

With the other hand he lifted the back of his mother's dress to her waist. He pinched his mother's nipple and felt her warm milk drop down his fingers while he yanked down his mother's panties over the swell of her ass.

"Oooh, Jack.", his mother moaned.

Jack took the plastic bottle of dishwashing detergent from the counter and squirted a big glob of the green liquid onto his palm. He unzipped himself and spread the goo onto his erect cock. He transferred the remainder of the glob onto his index finger, and, then, rubbed it into the crack of his mom's ass. 

His mother squirmed. "Brrr, its cold, Jack."

"I'll warm it up for you, Mom." His finger found his mother's anus. He poked it into his mother's ass and spread the goo with a circular motion. Used to anal play now, she relaxed her sphincter and spread her legs at his intrusion.

"Jack, do it. Fuck your mother's ass." she said in growing excitment.

Jack placed his cock against his mother's asshole. He pushed and slid with little resistance into her ass.

He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed into his mother's butt.

"Oh, Mom." he heard himself moan.

He bit her earlobe lightly as he started fucking her ass.

"Motherfucker." she goaded. She knew calling him a motherfucker always excited him.

"You love it, Mom." He was thrusting harder now. His mother was bucking her ass back against him in sync with him. He knew they were both close now.

"Oh...oh...oh!" he grunted as he came in his mother's ass. He felt his mother's body tighten and relax under his embrace. 

They both collapsed to the cold kitchen floor and held other tenderly.

       **

Their lives were changed, forever changed, by their new relationship. They were still mother and son but so much more. They were lovers and best friends and confidants. The intensity of their sexual relationship scared them at first. Was all there always this sexual tension between a mother and son that is normally suppressed, only to be unsatifactorily fulfilled in proxy sexual relationships? Maybe this sheer intensity of the sex between a mother and son is the real origin of the incest taboo. It was a obsession; a sexual addiction that could easily threatened to displace everything else in their lives. Jack and his mother knew they had to control the flames of their passions to keep it from consuming their lives. They still fucked like rabbits around the clock; but his mother was always careful to make sure that the mundane matters of everyday life were still attended to. Jack not only kept up at school but actually starting excelling. Jack knew at the end of each day his mother would waiting for him - usually with some new sexual kink that would drive them to new sexual heights as they fucked through the night.

       **

His mom insisted that he keep up relationships with other girls. She reminded him that he would grow tired of her when she was old and gray. He vehemently protested, but she told him it would be healthier for him anyway to maintain other relationships. Grudgingly, he agreed and called up Sara Jo. Sara Jo was happy to hear from him, and they chatted amicably. They finally agreed on a dinner date for Saturday evening.

Sara Jo was eager to resume their relationship. Jack was surprised to find that he had actually missed her. His yet-unfullfilled relationship with Sara Jo could never compete with the depth of his emotional and sexual relationship with his mother, but there was no reason why they had to compete at all. The innocence of his relationship with Sara Jo was simply in a different category with the overwhelming intensity of the one with his mother. Perhaps there was room for both relationships in his life. His mother, as unsual, was right.

Later that evening he drove Sara Jo to a secluded spot on a hill overlooking the lights of the city. They kissed for a while and soon progressed into heavy petting. He smoothly slipped his hand into her blouse and into the top of her bra. His breasts, although large by the standards of most highschool girls - and boys- were much smaller that his mother's and lacked the heavy plumpness he was accustomed to. Still they were warm and soft and had a certainly perkiness that added to their charm. He reached for the snap of her brassiere, but as always before Sara Jo reached out in alarm to stop him. This time, instead of pulling away, Jack kissed her deeply while lightly caressing her nipple with his hand that was still in her bra. He moved to her earlobe and bit it gently while he pinched her nipple between his fingers. He sensed when the resistance left her body. Looking at her directly in the eye he casually reached behind her and unsnapped Sara Jo's bra. She sat there tranfixed as he slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse, leaving Sara Jo topless. He studied her body while Sara Jo looked away in embarassment. She was overwhelmed by the sudden confidence Jack was displaying. This confidence came easily to Jack now after a month of fucking his mother day and night. He now knew a woman's body almost as well as his own. He knew what subtle responses in a woman to look for that revealed resistance - or surrender. Sara Jo was no match for him.

Sara Jo's breasts, although lacking the voluptuousness of those of his mother, were sexy in their own fashion. Like her face, Sara Jo's breasts were sprinkled with light brown freckles. Her nipples were a much lighter pink than his mother's, and her areolas were more distinctly rounded. Judging from his mother and his own private studies of Playboy, Jack had come to the conclusion that the areolas of very large breasts tended to be somewhat distorted, maybe due to the streaching of the skin. Sara Jo sitting before him naked from the waist up was pretty and genuinely sexy in a way that different from the way his mother was sexy. He kissed Sara Jo gently and helped removed the remainder of her clothes. They made love tenderly in the back seat of his car. He enjoyed teaching her and guiding her as they slowly fucked. With his mother he was the student - and probably always would be - but with Sara Jo he could be the teacher.

After they came they held each other silently for a few moments.

"Jack, I've never seen like this. You see, so different, so much more grownup." she whispered. She thought for a moment and, then, said in a voice that revealed a crack, "You haven't been with any other girls, have you Jack?"

"Just my mother." He grinned. He laughed to himself at his private joke.

"I was afraid there was someone else, Jack." she said in a relieved voice.

"No, Sweetie." He kissed her on the forehead.

       **

Jack came home after dropping off Sara Jo. His mother was waiting for him wearing the short babydoll nightgown that he had been so infatuated with lately. Her huge breasts protruded through red transparent material. He could see that she was not wearing the matching panties that came with the outfit.

"Well, how was it?"

"It was nice, Mom." he said in a guarded voice.

"Did you fuck her?" He winced slightly at his mother's coarseness. He and his mother were of course accustomed to using profanity in the heat of their passion. But it sounded somewhat course and rude to Jack's ear to use that term in reference to Sara Jo. Jack realized his thought was somewhat silly, though, because he and Sara Jo had certainly fucked.

"Yeah, Mom, but I don't really want to talk about it." He started removing his clothes.

"Was she as good as me?", his mother teased. She got up all fours with her back to him. Her big bare ass hung out obscenely from the bottom of the short nightgown.

"No one is as good as you, Mom." he said as he climbed up on the bed and mounted his mother. She had already pre-lubricated her ass with KY jelly, and his cock slid into his mother's rectum with little resistance. He reached under his mom and grabbed her full breasts. Milk immediately leaked into his palms. His little adventure with Sara Jo excited them both, and they rutted like dogs. His mother was a bitch in heat who pleaded with him to fuck her ass harder with a string of heated profanities. They moaned harshly in unison with each stroke until they came together in a screaming climax.




Mother's Milk



This is the top secret inside our family, that is between me and my mother. We are living in India. My father is in army so most of the time he is away from us. I am twenty four and my mom is forty eight. She has given birth to a child now (my last sister ). I don’t know why my parents have waited long for this child. My father came home for the child birth. I just now finished MSc and start searching job. My father asked me to stay at home for atleast three months and help mom. I said its okay. So he went back to work soon.

So stayed back at home and helped mom. I did everything mom wants and took care of my sister. My sister sleeps most of the time so we two sit together and watch TV. Usually I masturbate once or twice a week and I am not very much interested in that. One day when I opened the door of my mom’s room , she was feeding my sis. I turned back immediately. My mom called me loud and asked me to come in. My curiosity to watch that scene again made me to go back to her room. When I opened the door this time she invite me with a smile. She said ‘common in my son, its nothing wrong in it’. I got in and sat by the side of mom and started to watch that scene.

Very first time I looked at my mom’s cleavage and breast with little lust. I don’t know why??? She is having a large pair of boobs. Its 38C, I think. Till today I didn’t ask her the size of her boobies. Very smooth skin. At the age of 48 this smoothness is highly impossible. Nice cleavage. My mom noticed me that I am staring at her. She asked me ‘what are you looking at, I fed you the same way I do now’. I got tensed. The suckling sound made by my sis made me nervous. My dick started to get live. I just laughed at mom to make the situation ease and asked ‘ how this milk tastes’. As soon as I asked only I felt that I asked a wrong question, but my mom didn’t show any anger but she laughed and said ‘I expect this question from you for a long time’. I said ‘ what do you mean’ mom replied ‘nothing’.

I just kept quiet. Suddenly she asked ‘do u like to taste’. I simply replied ‘only if you allowed’. Mom said ‘cool my son,,, common taste it now’ I asked ‘really’ and she said ‘ of course’. I got up and sat on my knees in front of my mom’s chair. My sis is still sucking. I asked ‘shall I’ she said ‘mmmmm’ I took my hand and opened the other side of her blouse and made her breast free of dress. I touched her boob and looked at her, she closed her eyes. I just pressed it and milk started to ooze from it. I slowly put my tongue on her nipple and licked the drop which ozed out. She gave a sound ‘ahha’ I put my mouth on the nipple and started to suck. Its really taste it I got tensed and started to suck and massage fast. She put her one hand on my hair and said ‘ please slowly, you may hurt me’ and I replied ‘sorry mom’, I sucked continuously. Till her breast dry. When I got up I noticed my member is erect and pushing front of my shorts. My mom noticed it. She smiled and got up from the chair and put my sis into the cradle. She came directly to me and put her hand on my dick its already erect. She asked me ‘ shall I remove your shorts so that you will feel comfortable’ I looked into mom’s eyes and told ‘okay’. She started to pull my shorts down.

My 9” dick came out like a bullet from the shorts and stand like a stallion. She hold it in her hands and said ‘mmmmm is bigger than your dad…. I like it’ . I didn’t reply . Now her boobs are hanging freely and she wore only a dress which normally indian wears under their sarees. I put my hand on her boob. She asked ‘ how do you feel this’ I said ‘very nice and soft…., I like to touch it long’… she said ‘your sis left some milk.. you like to finish it up’ I said ‘yeee’. She left my dick and sat on the sofa. So I went to her and sat on the sofa next to her. She pulled my head and I fall on her lap. She guided her boob to my mouth. I started sucking again at the same time she put her hand on my freed cock. She moved her hand front and back. I sucked and sucked…. Like a baby while she gave hand. She didn’t shave her armpit , little hair was there and it gave me a smell. That smell made me mad I bite her nipple and she cried loudly….. pushed my head away and said ‘your sis needs this, don’t hurt that…’ I said ‘sorry’ and started to smell her armpit . I kissed her pit and put my saliva there , so it became slippery. I did the same thing to the next armpit and made it sloppy. She hold my dick and massaging it while I did all these.

I slowly put my hand around her neck and pulled towards me. We kissed passionately on the lips. She released from the kiss and said ‘ I gave you milk to drink, now give me back the milk I gave for me’ I asked ‘how’ she said ‘ I will show it to you’ she got up and sit on the floor. She took my semihard dick in her hand and put it in her mouth and started to suck. She sucked hard and my dick got live and become rock hard. I don’t know what to say but I like that. In excitement I pumped into her mouth lots and lots of cum . she drank it madly and left my flaccid cock from her mouth. She said ‘ thank you for the milk you gave’ I told ‘thanks mom’ both kissed again and slept in the floor.

In the morning I usually drink black tea. Mom use to prepare tea for both. When she gave me tea I said ‘ to day I am going to have milk tea’ she was surprised and asked ‘ do you want me to bring the milk bottle’ I said ‘ no not that milk but yours…’ her face became red and said ‘’’cheeeeeeee’ I pulled her towards me and made her to sat on my lap and started to open her gown. Pulled her boob out and ask her to put some milk in my jug…. She pumped some into my tea .. I mixed up and drank… it gave a different taste… 

After breakfast she asked me ‘ we both are alone in home and why do we wear dress in side hom’ I agreed with her. Thereafter we two never wore dresses in side home and she allowed me to suck her boobs at anytime I want and I too allowed her … to do me…or suck me…

When I asked her to fuck she asked me give her time… because she just now gave birth to child . I am waiting for a good fuck…

When and where ……..give me ideas and your comments. 

Thanks.



Mother's Milk



Another beautiful Florida day. The early spring brings with it the familiar heat and humidity, but it’s still not like the oppressive days the summer will bring. Classes are finally over until the fall. I still could care less; I still have to work. I miss the days when I was younger and the end of school meant freedom from all other responsibilities. I allowed myself at least one day off from work before I wasted my summer days toiling. I purposefully woke up early to go to the beach before it was too crowded. After a few hours of people watching and sunbathing, I headed over to my boyfriend’s place. He doesn’t live to far from where I was and as much as I love the beach, I hate the sticky, sandy feeling. 

I showered off and put on some clean clothes I keep there. It was still early afternoon and he would be working late. I enjoyed the solitude and calm. I was sitting quietly reading by an open window, when I heard someone call, " Hi Lysa!" It was one of the neighbors, Stephanie. I hadn’t seen her in several weeks. She recently had a child and was with her family until she adjusted. Her ‘fiancée’ left her when she told the bastard she was pregnant. I smiled down and said hi back.

"How’s the baby" I asked.

"Oh, just fine. She’s with my mom. I had some running around to do. I’m done until I pick her up later. Mind if I come up?"

"Come on up", I was happy to have the company now, besides Stephanie had the look of a lonely, desperate young mother. I could see that she was looking for the company of someone other than an infant or her parents.

I met her at the door and gave her a hug. She actually looked good for just having a baby a few weeks ago and I told her so. She blushed and looked away modestly. " I can’t wait until I lose some of the weight I gained." she said, then added jokingly "…and most of it seems to be in my chest." I took that opportunity to focus on her ample breasts. They were impressive before the pregnancy, but now they were even more so. My dirty little mind went to work picturing them hanging free in front of my face, if only for a split second. 

We sat and chit chatted for a while about the baby and our families. I made sure to offer my help whenever she needed it. I couldn’t imaging raising a baby by myself; even with my parents help. It had only been about twenty minutes or so when I noticed a dark, wet stain on her blouse.

Curious, I mentioned, "Um, Steph, it looks like you spilled something on your top."

She looked down and out of nowhere started to sob. "Dammit! This is the third time today." She looked at me with and embarrassed smile and tried to pull herself together. "I’m sorry. My hormones are still going crazy and I’m a little touchy. It doesn’t take much to get me emotional.’

"Are you OK?" I asked concerned.

She answered matter-of-factly, "Yeah, I’m just leaking. I need to pump myself."

I was a little embarrassed that I didn’t realize that. 

"I have a pump in my apartment. Since you offered, could you give me a hand? I still don’t have the hang of it." She asked plaintively.

I accompanied her to her apartment, where she changed into a robe and set up the pump. She explained that most of her baby things were still at her mother’s, so she had a manual breast pump at the apartment. I couldn’t help but get excited as she opened the robe and shifted her left breast into view. 

"OK, I’ll hold my breast and you pump." She instructed me how to use the pump and how to place it. Soon she began expressing milk into the reservoir. I had never seen anything like this before and it was getting me hotter each second. Stephanie had a strange look on her face as the white fluid sprayed from her breast.

With a relieved tone in her voice she explained, "You know, I actually look forward to breast feeding now. It hurts so much when they get this full, that anytime the baby feeds it feels so much better." With a devious smile she added, "Not to sound like a perv, it kind of makes me horny too."

"Stephanie!" I said half scolding. "How could you say that?" 

"You’ll see when you have a baby. Besides after nine months of no sex anything will get me horny." She rebutted, then said " this ones done." and dropped her breast. One small droplet of milk hung perilously from her nipple. I could feel myself becoming flush and my mouth actually watered with the thought of licking it off. I was actually curious to try a taste, but kept it to myself. She wiped up then covered her tit with the robe, but also removed her right mound.

While pumping her right breast I could feel my heart pounding. Stephanie had a serene look to her. She let out a small sigh and squirmed in her seat a little. As she did so her boob jiggled out of place and sprayed milk onto my hands. Stephanie quickly grabbed a towel and helped me dry my hands.

She said apologetically, "I knew I’d make a mess. It would have been worse if I didn’t have you to help me. I was just getting lost in the sensations."

I almost missed that last part, but it eventually sank in. She was getting off on this. By now my own pussy was screaming and I had to do something about it. I tried to remain calm until I could take care of business, but I just couldn’t hide it. Light perspiration was beading on my forehead and my chest was bright red. Stephanie seemed to notice. I took up the pump to pick up where we left off. I figured the sooner we finished the sooner I could be back upstairs fucking my self with my dildo.

"You know once when I was done feeding the baby, I was curious to see what my milk tastes like so I tried some. Is that too weird?" Stephanie questioned.

"I guess it’s only natural to wonder." I said feigning objectivity. 

"It’s actually kind of sweet. Have you ever wondered what it tasted like?"

"Maybe" was all I could get out and now I was squirming in my seat.

Stephanie offered, "You can try some if you want." 

I nodded an mumbled a weak OK.

"Come here and kneel in front of me." She said as she spread her legs to make room. Until that point I didn’t know she was completely naked under her robe. I took my place in front of her, shaking with anticipation and desire. She held her heavy tit in her hand and offered it for me. Her firm nipple entered my mouth where I flicked it with my tongue. I closed my lips around it and sucked gently. Stephanie moaned slightly then squeezed her boob gently. With that a sweet, delicate taste hit my tongue. At first it was just enough that I could barely perceive it. Then my mouth was filled with the white liquid. It had the consistency and color of coconut milk and tasted to me like melted vanilla shake with a hint of saltiness. 

I edged closer to her and sucked harder for more of her mothers’ milk. In my zeal I had forgotten how sensitive she was, and she pulled her tit from my suckling. "Careful, Lysa, they’re still tender. I have an idea. Let’s go to the couch." She said. We made our way from the kitchen and Stephanie sat back in the couch, slouching a bit. I sat next to her and she patted her lap and motioned for me to rest my head there. She cradled my head in her arm and fed me like I was her child and I went along with it. I felt her free hand slip under me and between her legs. Not to be left out I slipped my own hand into my shorts. My clit was throbbing, and very sensitive. I rarely made it wait so long for sexual relief as I have today. 

I had let out a long moan as my mouth enveloped Stephanie’s hard nipple and part of her boob. She returned with heavy breath, "Oh Lysa. Keep sucking. You’re making me feel so good. Just like a good little baby." She giggled a little as did I. " You’re gonna help me cum if you keep it up. Do you want to help make this mommy cum?’

I answered with a wanton ‘MM HMMM", while I continued to work her squirting tit with my hungry mouth. My fingers we running wildly over my pussy; building a forceful orgasm inside the pit of my stomach. Stephanie continued to coo to me between intermittent sighs and moans. Her fingers plunged deep into her sopping pussy with a wet slap sounding each stroke. "I’m gonna cum Lysa! Mommy’s cumming!" she uttered with great urgency. This was all so kinky; I loved it.

I released her breast from my mouth, letting it slide across my face leaving a trail of milk and saliva on my cheek. "Cum for me mommy, cum for Lysa." I held off my own climax until Stephanie began to tremble in orgasm, then I let loose with her. My hips bucked and gyrated as I attempted to prolong the intensity. I buried my face into Stephanie’s beautiful cleavage to muffle my yells as a second smaller wave rolled though me. As I settled down, she gently stroked my forehead and wiped the sticky milk from my cheek. I rose and we sat silently leaning against each other.

Stephanie said demurely, "I guess I better clean up and get to my mom’s. Thank you, Lysa."

I smiled back, and kissed her cheek, "Oh Sweetie, thank you." Then I leaned down and kissed each drained boob before she hid them under the fabric of her robe. We both stood and hugged one last time before I left. I still had a couple of hours before my boyfriend came home and I was far from sated. I ripped my clothes off and jumped on the bed in his apartment. As I pulled my dildo from the nightstand, I facetiously spoke to it. " You have your work cut out for you today."



Mother's Milk



When I was single, I was friends with a woman who was pregnant, but unmarried. Sherry and I used to have lunch and talk and go to movies together. Although I found her attractive in a maternal way, I never really thought about her romantically. She was attractive enough, though not a raving beauty. She was short and a little heavy, with wavy red hair, about shoulder-length. She dressed conservatively and seemed to really value our friendship. 

I always felt she treated me like one of her girlfriends. She confided in me about the failed relationship that led to her pregnancy. We talked about everything. But rarely did our chats stray into the area of sex. I assumed that the pregnancy and her bad experience with the father had put her off it. Although I guessed she thought I was attractive, I never got any indication that she wanted more than a platonic friendship.

As her pregnancy progressed, she asked me to be her Lamaze partner. I balked at first, but then decided it would be a nice thing to do for my friend. The class was large and we met a number of other unwed mothers in various situations, some had coaches, some did not. I was used as the 'utility daddy' and actually got to enjoy helping the half dozen or so ladies who didn't have partners. Although I didn't actually participate in any births, other than Sherry's, I did become friends with these other ladies and several months after the classes ended, I was pleased to see the same faces at a neo-natal care class. 

I was trying not to get too attached to Sherry and her baby. It was clear she didn't want anything more than a friend in me, and that was fine by me. Baby School, as we called it, covered the basics of immunizations and care during the first year. But what really interested me was breastfeeding. I know it may sound perverted, but I had always held a fascination for that! It is equal parts curiosity and arousal. It's such an intimate act, so associated with sex, but so pure and basic to life. It seemed to me that all of the women were specially compelled or motivated in this area. It was part of the motherhood experience that none of them wanted to miss. 

I found myself awkwardly embarrassed to be present as the instructor, herself a nursing mother, spoke about it and began to demonstrate on herself with her own baby. I tried not to react at all as she, a tall stocky woman, unbuttoned her blouse, opened her nursing bra and revealed her small, pointed breasts, with large dark nipples. Her baby latched on with eagerness and a shiver seemed to go through her whole body. She had to stop speaking for a moment until the sensation eased. She closed her eyes and then seemed to return to the lecture in a serene euphoria. I noticed that each of the unmarried women sitting near me, including Sherry, gave a sympathetic sigh, as the teacher enjoyed the sensation. She explained about how to hold the baby and about nutrition and care of the nipples and pumping and storing milk. I was spellbound. I only hoped my eagerness for the subject wasn't noticable or off-putting to Sherry. We had such a special friendship that I didn't want my sexual interest to wreck it. After all, how does a horny young single man fit into the picture with a single mom, or moms, taking care of newborns?

Just before the class ended, the instructor handed out a list of attendees with addresses so that the ladies could organize support groups and later, playgroups. She mentioned that La Leche League endorsed setting up groups to encourage breastfeeding and to provide mother's milk to infants who had no other source. As the class broke up and the ladies I had coached and Sherry were busy setting up their group, I felt a little sad that my role in this had come to an end. I turned and headed for the door when I heard several of the women calling out my name. I turned.

"You're not quitting on us now, are you?" said one. The others chorused their agreement. 

Sherry said, "Ladies, it's not fair for us mothers to ask any more from my friend. Steven's a single guy who was doing me a favor because he felt sorry for me. Why don't we let him get on with his social life?" 

I saw genuine disappointment in the eyes of these ladies, whom I realised had become my friends over the course of weeks and months. I had been a small part of a very important life event for them. I knew their names, their stories. Now I knew their babies. They seemed to still want me to be there for them. I smilled and nodded. One by one the six ladies and Sherry gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek as we broke up until our first meeting at Sherry's, which was to be in a week. 

As that week passed, I became aware that I was more than a little excited about seeing these women again and about the notion of them all breastfeeding with me there. I pictured each of them in my mind. None of them was the Baywatch babe of my dreams, they were all average-looking women who had just had babies. And yet I felt a sense of attraction to each of them in their own way. 

The evening arrived and I was late getting to Sherry's. Her apartment was filled with ladies, each either holding her baby or rocking it in a carrier. The conversation only paused for a moment as I entered and greeted everyone with a wave. I put my coat on a bed in the back and went to the kitchen to get a drink. As I did I heard the ladies talking about their recent experiences. 

" I do too. I wondered if I was the only one. When my baby really latches on, it's almost painful at first but then I get the warmest feeling from my breasts down to between my legs. It's really powerful."

"Me too. Sometimes I can't keep from touching myself a little."

"A little is all it takes to get me off," Sherry added with a laugh. And with her admission, all of the other ladies seemed relieved to confess that they, too, had felt a sexual tingle, from this most motherly of acts. I was practically shaking. I was afraid I would destroy the mood when I sat down on the arm of a chair at the back of the room. 

"My baby doesn't seem to feed enough. I still have a lot of milk after she is done."

"Do you pump and save it?"

"I don't need to save it. I just want to empty out, so I will have more. I don't want to dry up."

"Oh, you won't dry up. But you do need to express all your milk to maximize production. Do you have a pump?"

"Oh, I hate those. The plastic is so hard and cold. I feel like Frankenstein's monster hooked up to that machine."

"Or a cow at milking time," added another. They all commiserated. 

"My friend says her husband used to suckle after her baby was full."

There was a soft moan as the women all seemed to imagine a man doing that for them. I was trying so hard not smile or leer or do anything uncool. 

"Well, it's not fair that Sherry has Steve to do that for her," the first woman complained half-seriously.

Sherry cleared her throat. "Steven hasn't done that for me. It's not like he's my property. He agreed to be here to support all of us. Not that he knew what he was in for."

The mother who had complained about having so much milk leftover after feedings looked up at me. She was in genuine need. She had placed her baby in the carrier and was rocking it with a foot as it sat on the floor by her chair. 

"Steven, would you help me, please?" She was so sincere. And as sexually charged as the situation was, her plea was earnest. 

All eyes were on me. I looked at this woman, average enough looking, but with that aura of motherhood that softened her features and almost made her face glow. I looked at her sweater and blouse, both unbuttoned and hanging loose. I had glimpsed a big white nursing bra earlier as her baby had fed. I put my drink down and wondered if the ladies could see me shaking as I slowly stood and moved to her. She shifted to sit at the edge of her chair. One foot still rocked the carrier in which her child slept. As I knelt in front of her, the overhead light was switched off. I looked up to see Sherry closing the curtains and making the room more private, more intimate.

I was unsure of what to do. I didn't want to be too aggressive. But I was so excited. I slowly reached up to push back her sweater and blouse. She reached in and folded back the flap of the nursing bra, revealing a big dark brownish-pink nipple atop an equally dark aureole. Although only this portion of her breast was exposed to me, I could see the large soft orb cradled in the cup. A tracery of light blue veins seems to converge at the nipple. Instinctively, I leaned down to capture the dark bud between my lips. A sweet warm drop of milk wet my lips. 

I struggled to find a comfortable angle, without success. I pulled back for a moment and saw the other women transfixed by the sight of us. Wordlessly, she and I moved to the sofa. 

Another woman attended the sleeping baby in the carrier. She sat on one end of the sofa and reached behind her to unhook the nursing bra. I lay across her lap, my head at her breasts. As I began to suckle, I could feel the tingle go through both her and me. I was aware of the other ladies shifting around to watch. Someone sat next to me, resting my legs across her lap. I closed my eyes and gently, but firmly pumped my mouth on her dark nipple. I felt a torrent of mother's milk rush into my mouth. I moaned and she did too and I developed a rhythm of sucking and swallowing. After a time the flow of milk decreased. The formerly full breast seemed less tight and full. 

She removed the nipple from my mouth and shifted the other into place and I began again. This time I sucked with gusto, drawing the tit deeply into my mouth. I repeated this action and felt her shifting her hips and rubbing her thighs together. I recognized the signs. Sure enough, as I continued to feed, she rocked back and then forward and then shook while groaning in my ear. I clamped down hard on the teat and she cried out a low shuddering moan. It continued for almost a minute. By the time her cries died out, I had emptied her breast. She breathed deeply and leaned back. I released her teat from my lips and only then became aware that the lady sitting next to me had been gently stroking my erection through my jeans. I sat up, dazed. I wasn't sure if I had just violated a sacred trust. I was about to apologize, not knowing how to explain what I had just done.

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I needed that. I hope you didn't mind. That felt so incredible. You are amazing." She was talking to me. She was not put off or disgusted. She was grateful. She was almost crying. I guess I had done something for her that she needed badly. As she pulled herself together, re-hooking her bra and buttoning her blouse, she kissed my cheek softly and stood and went to her baby, still fast asleep in its carrier. She was almost in a dream-state, smiling like the Mona Lisa. Another woman stood and took her place on the sofa, gently lowering my head to her lap. I was stunned as she began to lift her sweater.

The rest of the evening was like a dream come true for me. As each lady took her place on the sofa to feed me, I was impressed by the peaceful serene sensuality with which their hands would cradle my head and their eyes would close and they would enter a trance-like state. Not all of them reached a climax as had the first, but each seemed completely fulfilled by the experience and each was equally loving and gentle to me. Even as Sherry remained at my feet, stroking my stiffness through my jeans, a growing wet spot betraying my carnal excitement, none of the ladies reacted with other than serene pleasure that I was enjoying this as much as they were. It's hard to explain how natural it felt to do this. At the same time I was retreating to infancy and enjoying my surrogate mothering by this variety of women, younger, older, larger, smaller, I felt an aching need to prenetrate, to fuck, and to come. It built slowly and it seemed to balance with my need to suckle and be babied. 

After what seemed like hours, the last of the ladies had unburdened themselves of the heavy load of sweet mother's milk. I was in a state of euphoria. I looked down and saw Sherry, undoing my jeans. She worked them down and pulled my boxers down after them. She stroked my hardon gently. It was damp with my secretions, so her hand slid up and down effortlessly. I closed my eyes and when I opened them the ladies had gathered around to watch. Each leaned in and took a turn stroking me. One or two of them lowered their lips to kiss the head or to suck my entirety down. But it was all done with such unhurried grace. And as each would administer to me, she would softly thank me for easing their discomfort, for being there. I was building to a huge climax. Finally, Sherry, the only one who had not fed me, knelt over me. She undid her top and pushed a thick nipple between my lips. 

"Enjoy this, big baby. Taste, suck, feed. Feel good just as you have made us all feel so good. Our, big baby."

Hearing those words triggered something deep inside me. I buried my head in her full bosom and sucked and licked and fed. I don't know whose hands were on me, but they were hitting all the right spots. I didn't move my face from its warm bosomy embrace, but I felt a wave of pleasure rock me, and my own manjuice rained down on my chest and belly. I could only imagine the great arcing jets of thick white cum that coursed out again and again. I heard a gasp and moan from the ladies standing by. As I reached the end of my pleasure, Sherry leaned back away from me. I was dazed. Looking down at the mess on my chest, I saw each of the ladies lean down to lick and suck and gobble up my cum, until Sherry finished the job licking me clean.

"When will we meet next, ladies?"

"How about tomorrow at my place!"



Mother's Milk



Candy's mind seemed to be at peace today as she looked at the clothes in the shop,it had been such a long time since she had enjoyed time to look and feel new clothes on her body without someone hurrying her up. She sighed with self-indulgent pleasure as she touched the silky evening dress and wondered if she should try it on. Julia one of the women in the mother's club she belonged to was looking after the children today and Candy smiled some more. Just having the other women around had made such a difference to her life in all the most important ways she could think of .

Each of them took turns to take care of the children so that the others could have a day to themselves and of course there were the times once a week when they would get together and enjoy such fantastic activities. Her partner wondered what had turned his once tired, worn out wife into a virago of sexual power and of dominance. Candy had discovered that she enjoyed being the one in charge, in deciding what to do and he had quickly decided that if that made her want more sex he was not going to stop her from being the dominant one in the bedroom. Deciding not to buy the dress she left the shop and wandered along the shopping mall noticing as she walked by the slight woman who seemed to be having difficulty with a crying baby as tried to breast feed.

As she came nearer there was something familiar about the voice of the woman that intrigued her.

"Please take it baby, please," the woman desperately pleaded to the baby as she tried to force her milky teat between his lips.

"Can I help you?"

The woman looked up into the smiling face of Candy and it seemed to make her weep even more as the baby squirmed away from the woman's full breasts.

"Help me," the woman sobbed uncontrollably.

Without another word Candy took the boy from the woman and adjusting her blouse with practised ease she pushed the child's face to her nipple. Almost at once the lips opened and the child was soon suckling silently on Candy's breast. The other woman looked at Candy with profound gratitude and she mumbled a thanks.

"Thank.....you, I try ......and try...... but he doesn't want my breast .....I don't know what to do?" she whispered.

"It's alright Anna," Candy said firmly.

With the sound of her name Anna looked at the woman and then looked surprised, "Candy?"

Then she was hugging the other woman and was asking so many questions that Candy had no chance to say anything until satisfied that the baby was fully fed she adjusted her clothing, burped the baby and set it securely into the pram. 

"Whoa you haven't let me say anything. Why don't we go back to my place, it isn't far from here and we can have a chat and a tea," Candy stated more than asked.

The woman was so happy to have met someone she knew and who was a friendly face.

As they walked back Candy remembered when she had last seen Anna. They had been friends at both Primary and High School, Anna had always been the shy one who had followed her about with the look of a lost puppy. Candy remembered that Anna would do anything for her and she now realised that the girl had been infatuated with her. Her nickname at school had been Mouse since she reminded you of that when you saw her but even so she was so adorable you wanted to be with her. Even now though tired and emotional the woman was attractive in her own mousy way.

Candy opened the front door and ushered Anna into her house. As Anna's baby slept the two women talked and relaxed. Every now and again Candy's hand would brush the arm of the other woman. A brush of her elbow, shoulder or even her knee. Though the touches were seemingly innocent Anna was feeling flushed and in the back of her mind she felt a desire grow in her hips and she stirred uncomfortably and then accidentally brushed her full breasts that ached with undrunk milk.

Candy smiled and then remarked," I don't know about you but I always get so hot and wet when I breastfeed."

Anna blushed and before she could say anything the baby began to wail hungrily. Quickly the flustered woman got up and brought him back to the couch and pulled up her blouse to open the maternity bra. However when she brought the baby to her breast he continued to squirm and fiddle refusing to attach to the prominent nipple offered to him. It made her so frustrated and angry, yet with the anger came the guilt and the tears. Then suddenly her baby was no longer in her arms and there was Candy's soothing voice talking to her. 

"Don't worry Anna, its sometimes very difficult to get them to attach," as she said this she firmly held the baby's mouth to her nipple and he sucked on it greedily.

"I'm such a terrible mother. He won't feed from my breast, I need to use bottles!" she cried feeling utterly hopeless.

Candy smiled reassuringly at her and spoke again," No my dear your not a bad mother but you need some help with technique, you haven't been talking to the child-care nurse have you?"

Anna hung her head in shame. She hadn't though the woman had been so friendly but to admit that he wouldn't take her breast meant that she had to admit to being a bad mother. Though she hadn't said anything to the other woman Candy knew that she had been right. Patting Anna's hand reassuringly she fed the baby and then after cleaning him up she put him back to sleep. From the way he went off quickly she guessed that he had been a bad sleeper and that the woman was tired as well as frustrated. As always Candy felt hot and wet looking over at Anna she thought that the woman needed some relief as well and she wondered if they would make love.

"Now I think you need to fix what is wrong and the best way to do that is a practical demonstration," Candy said firmly with a smile.

"A demonstration?" the woman asked numbly.

"Yes I want you to breastfeed from me and then I will breastfeed from you," Candy said it like it was done all the time.

"But...but...but isn't that perverted two girls doing that sort of thing," the woman said plaintively, though she was attracted to the thought of sucking on Candy's breast.

Anna had heard about women who did those things and though a passionate woman was very naive about sex and yet the thought of having this woman breastfeeding from her was becoming more a need that she wanted to give into. After all, this was Candy, the girl she worshipped at school and the thought of having the woman breastfeed from her aroused her powerfully. She felt wet as she thought about it, then Candy's voice again cut across her train of thought.

"Nonsense this is so you can look after your son. After all you are making love to your husband aren't you?" Candy asked.

This brought on a new bout of flushing and Anna stumbled over her words,"Not since our child was born he seems to take up our life so much."

"Well all the more reason to do this that way you can enjoy some fun with your husband," Candy said as she took off her shirt.

As she watched Candy exposing her breasts Anna's mouth literally watered as she stared at the sight of the large brown nipples framed by her tanned breasts. Then she slightly nodded her head and knelt between the other woman's legs.

"That's good now your problem is that you don't hold his head firmly enough. Now can you feel how my hand is pushing you to my nipple?" Candy asked as she guided the woman to the nipple before her and a drop of milk appeared on it.

"See I've got some milk for you to Anna, do you see it? Take it in your mouth Anna you want to, you need to," Candy cooed softly into Anna's ear.

Slowly she reached forward and opened her mouth. As the breast came closer to her she felt a surge of warmth through her groin as the nipple rested against her tongue. The sweet milk at its tip seemed to dissolve on her taste buds and she felt Candy's hand hold her firmly so that she could not escape. 

"Suck hard on my tit Anna, suck hard, you must suck hard if you want to be a good girl," Candy said the words so mesmerisingly.

Anna wanted so much to be a good girl for Candy and she lost herself in the pleasure of the breast pressed to her lips.

When Anna leant forward she opened her mouth and when she allowed Candy's nipple touch it was with relief that she began to suck hard on the milky teat. Slowly at first and then with increased speed her mouth began to fill with the sweet liquor from the offered breast. Anna's body felt so alive as she felt the milk flow into her mouth, she felt her panties being pushed aside as she thrust her finger into her wet cunt. Anna could barely think of what she was doing as she gulped the liquid down her parched throat.

"That's my good girl, suck hard. Ohh your playing with yourself, that is sooo hot," as Candy talked she pulled aside her panties and began to masturbate frantically.

"Ohhh yes that'sss such a good girl," Candy hissed with pleasure. 

She now had two fingers in her cunt and knew that Anna was rubbing herself too. The woman was so passionate and Candy sensed a deep submissiveness within her. To enjoy her body Anna needed a Master or in this case a Mistress to tell her to unleash her naturally strong passions. The feeling at her nipple as the woman greedily sucked on her sent Candy into one of the most powerful orgasms that she had ever enjoyed. As she felt her body spasm with the pleasure she felt Anna cum and pushed the panting woman away with a gentle insistence.

"Hmmm that is really very good Anna but you need to feel what a good feeding from your breast is like," as Candy spoke she exposed the woman's full breasts and pulled her unresisting form over her lap as though she was a large baby. Pulling up the woman's skirt she exposed Anna's wet cotton panties and using a finger she pulled them aside to expose the damp curly fleece below. Stroking her fingers through the wet fleece she looking into the enraptured face of the woman below her.

"This is naughty you know," Candy remarked as she gently tugged the brown hair under which Anna's lips dripped cum and juice, "Good girls are clean about their little Fannies but I will forgive you today."

As she said this she slipped her finger deep into the open wet cunt that Anna opened further allowing a second finger to enter the woman's cunt. Using her fingers she began to search Anna's stretched cunt to find that certain spot that she knew would stimulate her cunt to orgasm. Yet as she explored the woman's cunt with her fingers she used the base of her hand to massage the woman's clitoris that was hard against soft hand. The Anna felt Candy's lips on her nipple and the soft gentle sucking of her mouth on Anna's breast began.

Anna moaned deep in her throat and she felt her cum spread from her cunt as the first of her milk trickled into Candy's mouth and then as the sucking became harder it began to squirt into the mouth. As Anna fed her milk to Candy the warmth spread through her body to her dripping cunt that pulsed, shook and spasmed as fingers stroked her g-spot and her clit felt as though it was on fire. A fire that seemed to burn through her whole body.Waves of orgasm washed through her and she muttered and moaned in her pleasure.

"Candy, Miss Candy,ohhhhhhh!!!!!!" 

Then it finished and Anna dazed and confused was raised to her feet by Candy who lifted her into her arms. Kissing her gently on the lips she smiled tenderly at the woman.

"What a good girl you are but it's time to go home," though said kindly Anna realised that she was being dismissed and fear rose in her breasts as she thought that she may never see this woman again.

As though reading her mind Candy chuckled to herself and then said, " Tomorrow your coming back here and we are going to shave that fanny of yours so that you are nice and clean and if your a good girl I will kiss it after you have kissed mine."

Anna's heart leapt at the thought of the woman touching her again and sucking her milk while touching her cunt and then allowing her to kiss her cunt. How she wanted to be a good girl for this woman. Candy now looked at the infatuated woman and spoke with quiet determination.

"Now tonight you are going to make the most energetic love you can to your husband and think of me as your doing it. You are going to please him and cum many times with him but you will think of me and what we have done and what we will be doing," Candy said and Anna nodded her head without thinking knowing she would follow these instructions.

"Then when you have time you will create a blog that you will put down all your fantasies and what you are doing here though you should not use your real name, I think you should call yourself Cindy and you can call the blog Cindy's Joy and you are to write in great detail and with all your passion all about what you did and how you feel," as she spoke Candy helped Anna get dressed but Candy kept her dirty panties after smelling deeply of the womanly juices on them.

Then just as she was to leave Candy kissed Anna deeply and squeezed her empty breast.

"Tomorrow," she said and Anna knew that this was a promise of more pleasure to come. 

(This story is a collaboration between myself and Anna to whom it is dedicated. She supplied invaluable ideas and enthusiasm.)



Mother's Milk



Naomi walked in to the bathroom, naked and lifted first one milk laden tit then the other.

Strawberries or Cream?

With a belly that was back to only the slight roundness it had before pregnancy, a neatly trimmed black bush to match her jet black hair that came down below the level of her ass and of course those breasts she was in my mind even sexier than she had been before. Of course, first I was in a relationship, then we both were and then my partner died and not the end of the tragedy by any stretch of the imagination her partner was murdered, mistaken identity in a drugs gang shooting.

We held and comforted each other during those times, in ways that only real friends can. The joking sexuality that had made some people think we were lovers was gone from how we used to be but we survived with a lack of bitterness that I still find surprising given what I have seen in others who have suffered.

I should take you back to the start of the evening – a weekend get together organised by Jessica. Jessica had been a hippy in the 60's and still was. She had a firm belief that no one should ever have to sleep alone and certainly whenever I had visited no one had. Mind you I had had my partner for all except one of my previous visits. 

Jessica was apologetic as she told me that the person I was sharing with wouldn't be there till later on in the evening.

Dave, you are sharing with someone you should have become lovers with a long time ago.

I tried to get Jessica to tell me who it was but she wasn't telling. I wracked my brains trying to work it out. Of course I wasn't helped by the fact that I didn't know that Jessica had ever met Naomi, never mind knew anything about our history.

There had always been an undercurrent of sexuality to our relationship. A look here, a touch on a bare shoulder there and when we met or parted our kisses were just a fraction of a second more lingering than those we gave to people who were just friends.

But that was it. Nothing more serious ever happened. After the death of her husband before the birth I massaged her belly with esential oil of lavender which may have contributed to Naomi's complete lack of stretch marks. I was present at the birth of her son, much to the consternation of the midwives. I was also there when she learned about his disease and the fact that he would only live for about six months. One of those million to once chance genetic disorders with a name I had to stop and think before pronouncing even with a medical background. 

The genetic disorder was one where both parents had to carry the defective gene and as it was very rare for anyone to have it it was really shitty luck that both of them should do so.

I had been abroad for six of the eight months that Richard lived but Naomi and I emailed each other at least twice a week and we also spoke by phone. I flew back to England for the funeral. That was the only time Naomi and I had slept together.

Naomi had been calm and hadn't cried at the funeral, but like she said, she had done a lot of crying beforehand. I had heard some of it on the phone and it hurt not being able to hold her then.

That night I held her as she slept and I lay awake for hours, aware of our naked bodies together, aware of my own issues that were not then worked through enough for me to even think about initiating sex.

Another three months further on, I was still not sure what had changed for either of us but I was suddenly feeling horny as hell.

Don't I get to try both?

Only if you wash my hair first? Our old ways of flirting were suddenly back in full swing and I claimed a hug that had dribbles of milk leaking onto my chest by way of part payment as Naomi entered the shower. It turned out later that Naomi had kept expressing her milk to cope with the soreness of full breasts even after Richard had died though she was down to once a day in the evening by this time.

After a kiss that was even more lingering than those I remembered I started to lather those wonderful locks. I teased Naomi about whether she got charged extra at the hair dressers. It certainly took a lot longer than it took me to wash my own hair even before it had started receding twenty years earlier.

Washing her hair was one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had. It must have been something to do with the hormones of pregnancy I guess because it was even more luxuriant than ever. 

Naomi's body relaxed against my own as I finally finished brushing her hair out in the shower and gave her head a final massage. Without waiting to be asked I took the soap and started to wash her body all over, enjoying her soft moans of pleasure as my hands explored every one of her soft curves.

We must have been in the shower together for over half an hour before I moved in to claim my reward, starting with the strawberries on Naomi's left. I played with her nipple for some time before sucking and drinking her rich sweet milk. 

I remembered once a doctor who was leaving a ward being made a coffee with expressed breast milk on his last day on a ward and then throwing up when he was told of this.

I struggled not to laugh but of course Naomi knew me well enough to know something was going on and I ended up telling her the story.

I was just starting on the, "cream" when Naomi gasped in shock. 

Of course the water had turned cold.

I turned off the shower and taking one of the thick towels that had been laid out for us carefully dried her body and all it's wonderfully sexy curves. After Naomi had returned the favour I led her to the bed, close to the wood burning stove that guaranteed that we would never need to wear clothes in the room.

I can't describe how much drinking her milk excited me and as I moved down to explore her vagina with my tongue and lips it became clear I was not the only one who was excited. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth as I penetrated her wetness with first one and then two fingers.

Yes! Yes! Yes! More Dave! More!

Her hips lifted off the bed as her feet moved round to press on my shoulders.

Aaaahhhhhhhhhh

Her orgasm was so strong it almost hurt my fingers as it contracted around them.

Glad to be of service.

I didn't stop there but kept going till I sensed Naomi was close to another earth shattering orgasm. Then I moved up to play with those sexy tits again.

Fuck me you bastard! I want to feel you cum inside me.

Are you sure?

Yes I'm fucking sure!

I relented and was surprised at how tight she felt around me. Naomi must have worked hard at her pelvic floor exercises during and after pregnancy. Tight she may have been but she was also incredibly well lubricated. I moved in and out of her love tunnel with long slow strokes, almost coming out and indeed having to find my way back on a couple of occasions. 

Let me be on top!

It was a command, not a request and as I have always loved that position not one I was going to deny. Naomi impaled herself upon me and was soon moving up and down at a far faster pace than I had set.

Play with my clitoris!

I didn't need any urging and as the fingers of my right hand squeezed and rubbed her erect bud Naomi moved up to another gear. Now it was me who was moaning and breathing faster.

I'm about to......

I never finished the sentence because first I felt Naomi's second orgasm milking me and then a flood of my seed that reflected how little I had been beating off recently entered her like a torrent. 

That was 

Amazing!

Naomi finished my sentence for me. It was the most wonderful sex I had ever had and as we talked and stroked each other in the warm afterglow It was pretty good for Naomi too! 

At some point we noticed the mess we had made of the bed with a combination of sweat and our love juices. We laughed and decided another session was in order before changing the sheets! 



Mother's Milk



Puppies are always good for breaking the ice - and if you bring them up right, grown dogs aren't bad...

I'd been walking them in the park, well I walk, they run But they'd finally slowed down a bit and I was leading them back towards the gate. There was a group sitting on the grass and the dogs ran over.

Now the dogs themselves are fine, not an ounce of malice in them at all, but for those who don't like dogs, their energy and enthusiasm doesn't go down well. Small kids are the most risky: my dogs aren't that big, but kids come even smaller - and there were two in this group: the girl, I later discovered, was five and the other had just had his first birthday. I upped my pace from a gentle shamble to a brisk walk, ready to call them off if their attentions weren't welcome.

This time there was no problem: the kids' mum called the dogs and started to stroke them, calling her daughter to come and join in. Even when the baby got a big lick on his face, that only led to laughter.

"Come and join us. Have a beer. What are the dogs' called?"

"Sure. Thanks. Hawk and Trap." (It would have been BJ, but try yelling that across the park!)

"Ah, a MASH fan!"

I admitted guilt and sank cross legged onto the grass, pulled out the trusty Leatherman and opened the bottle pushed into my hand.

We sat and talked. The daughter put both dogs on their leads and got pulled round the field; loving every minute.

Introductions revealed that the mum was called Cathy, her daughter was Jane, her baby was Gazza (yeah, after the footballer), the other girl was Vicky, and their friend with the dreadlocks was Ivan (search me!). Cathy's husband was out with his mates and she was out with hers.

It transpired that the case of Stella was following an earlier one of Bud - and they kept flowing.

Ivan and Vicky were playing while we talked: he'd scissored his legs around her, rolled her back onto the grass and started kissing her. The others kept talking and next time I looked, he was behind her, reaching round with both hands to grab her tits... 

Gazza got hungry, so Cathy lifted her top, applied baby to teat, and carried on talking. That created the next topic of conversation. As Cathy pointed out, no one could actually see anything, but there was quite a debate. One of the others (there were three or four others clustered round a bench about 30 yards away) had come over. She, Malawi, or something like that that I didn't quite catch, didn't like dogs, so she was standing stiffly to one side, and she was against public breast feeding. That lead into other things: that Cathy had stopped both smoking and drinking as soon as she'd found she was pregnant and hadn't started again until Gazza was 9 months old.

But now she was: drinking her own beer and smoking my fags - theirs had run out.

Time passed and even though I was older than anyone else there by thirty years, I got along with them fine. The sun was starting to go behind the trees though and a move was planned: to Malawi's house. Cathy was moaning about having to push Gazza in his buggy all the way up the hill, so without thinking about it I said that if she'd come to mine (all of 50 yards along the flat), I'd only had a couple of bottles, so I'd give her and her kids a lift.

That was what happened. I left the dogs at home and took the opportunity to pick up some more smokes, then off we went.

The party itself was OK, but I was starting to feel my age - not quite in tune - when Cathy said she had to get home to put the kids to bed. I grabbed the opportunity to leave and offered my transport again - and a few minutes later I found myself helping to put Jane and Gazza to bed.

As kids do after a day out in the fresh air and sun, they were asleep almost as soon as their heads touched their pillows and Cathy and I were out on the landing, pulling the door closed.

"Thanks for that," said Cathy, "and I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier on - dragging my saggy tits out in front of you."

"No problem, that didn't embarrass me. Nursing mums are sexy! If I looked uncomfortable, that was just jealousy!"

"Jealousy? How'd you mean...?"

"I wanted to be sucking on the other one. All men like sucking a tit, but the opportunity to do it when there's milk there is very rare. It's only happened twice to me, that I can remember - when my own kids were born. And my wife usually didn't have enough milk for me to do it much even then."

I suddenly realised what I was saying. The atmosphere amongst these twenty-odd year olds had been so laid back that it just came out before I thought, but now I saw her cheeks turn pink.

"Oops," I said. "My turn to say sorry. I'm embarrassing you now."

"Not exactly. We seem to have something in common. .." Cathy cleared her throat. "Do you mean that you'd actually like... to...?"

"Well, yes." I hesitated, then, "I'll probably fantasise about that for weeks."

Cathy was quiet for a moment.

"Really? You'll be thinking about me?"

I took a deep breath, then admitted, "Yes."

There was another pause that seemed to go on for a long, long time, then Cathy took a deep breath, looked hard at me, and, speaking in a hoarse whisper, "Maybe it needn't just be a fantasy..."

Her cheeks were an even deeper pink and her breathing didn't seem to be quite under control. Mind you, neither was mine.

"That would be wonderful. I really would love to.."

"OK..."

Cathy slowly crossed her arms, gripped the hem of her top and slowly pulled it up over her breasts.

They were beautiful; just as I like them, not over large, just a comfortable handful. Technically speaking, her description of, "saggy" did have some truth in it - but not much. I thought they were perfect.

Half a million thoughts raced through my head. Fidelity and the risk of infection were just two of them. But the menopause had left my wife with no sex drive at all - I realised that it wasn't just decades since I'd tasted her milk, it was years since we'd had any sex at all. And if Cathy's health advice meant that she was still breast feeding her baby when he was over a year old...

I took the couple of paces needed to go to her and lowered myself to my knees (I must have been at least a foot taller than her), leant forwards, put my lips gently to her nipple - and sucked.

The taste was divine. It's impossible to describe. Lots of the flavour is psychological - experienced in the mind rather than just on the tongue, but it is ambrosia: food for the gods!

I swallowed the first mouthful, but the next I kept in my mouth while I stood up again and kissed her; opening my lips to share the taste.

Her lips opened to mine and Cathy drank her own milk from my mouth.

My hands were on her waist and I sank again to my knees, kissing her breasts and taking tiny sips of her milk. My hands stroked upwards, under her top to her armpits.

"Oh yes!" I said, "I hate under-arm stubble." Cathy's armpits had a healthy growth of hair, not the plucked chicken skin that's too often under there. I looked up at Cathy's face. Her head was back. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slightly open. The tip of her tongue slid out and licked her lips.

My right hand caressed down her back and I slid my fingers under the waist band of her jeans. "You know I'm not going to stop until you tell me to?"

Her head rocked slowly forward and her eyes opened to look into mine. "What makes you think I want you to stop?"

"What about your husband?"

"He won't be home for hours yet. Not until after the pubs shut."

She took my hand and led me along the landing, opening another door and pulling me inside.

"We can be comfy in here..."

I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her again. Her tongue reached out and played with mine. Her top had fallen back down, but my hands lifted it up and we broke for just long enough for me to lift it over her head.

As we kissed, my hands played in her hair, stroked down her back, then up again to her breasts. I could feel dampness on my thumbs as they leaked drops of milk. I kept my lips and tongue on hers, but reached between us to undo the buttons and shrugged out of my shirt.

We hugged close again. I could feel her breasts pushed against me - and the moisture leaking from her nipples. Cathy squirmed against me, spreading the moisture, making our skin slick and slippery.

My fingers slid down under the waist of her jeans and inside the elastic beneath. Cathy's reached between us, unfastened her button and zip, then turned to mine.

Aren't shoes - or trainers - and socks a passion-killer? Not to mention bum-bag straps.

But we managed. And I kept track of my bum-bag: it had condoms in it!

Her crotch was as natural as her armpits: a luxuriant bush spread in a triangle from her crotch.

Then Cathy was on her back on the bed and I was between her wide open legs.

Her snatch was already wet, but my saliva added more. My tongue searched out her clit while my fingers reached inside and beckoned her on. My left arm reached up and my hand wondered between armpit and breasts.

"Come for me," I wanted to say, but my lips and tongue were busy. Her body answered: the blush that had touched her cheeks before rushed down in a wave almost to her hips. All she could say was "Nngh!" but her hips thrust towards me. I didn't know whether it was what I was doing, or simply the novelty of a new man, but whatever it was, Cathy was away with the fairies.

"Oh God!"

"Yes!"

And in a mounting crescendo, "Yes! Yess! Yesss!" and Cathy's thighs clamped around my head.

I waited for the pressure to diminish, then I worked my fingers again, against that thickened patch inside her. Another spasm, then, my other hand touching her anus to feel it clench, yet again.

We waited a moment, then I reached for my bum-bag and unzipped the back compartment. There were the condoms.

Cathy seemed to draw breath, then took the packet from me. She rolled me onto my back, grinned, and took me briefly into her mouth.

I'd slackened a little while taking care of her, but her lips and tongue, swirling against me, brought me back to my full extension.

She rolled the condom onto me, took my prick in her hand, and lowered herself onto me.

For a few strokes (ten, a dozen?) that was enough, then I forced my legs from between hers, and grabbed her between mine. My hands clenched on her bum and pulled her onto me. My hips went into hyper-drive and I thrust and thrust and thrust.

"Oh Fuck!"

I still don't know whether that was her or me.

Or whether my spasm triggered hers or hers triggered mine.

As we regained our breath, I kept my hold on her bum, keeping us close and keeping my prick inside her, but she lifted up enough to lick the milk that we'd squeezed from her breasts off my chest and offered me her mouth.

"You can come again," Cathy said with a wicked grin.

"You already have," I laughed back at her.

We exchanged phone numbers and today I got a call. Her husband is going out on the town with his mates again tomorrow.

And Cathy plans to keep breast feeding Gazza for several more months... 



Mother's Milk



Eric rode home on the bus wishing he could do something about his horniness. He couldn't masturbate on the bus, of course, and even after he got back to his apartment, it wouldn't do him much good. Even if his cock could have gotten stiff enough, any climax he might have coaxed out of it would have been unsatisfying in the extreme. If he had a woman, that wouldn't help either, unless she was a very unusual woman, able and willing to provide what he needed before the fucking could begin. 

What he needed was milk, and not the kind in the supermarket dairy case either. It had to come directly from a breast, so he could taste the warm, delicious fluid as it trickled into his mouth, and smell the sweet, motherly aroma of the woman, and feel the rough texture of her nipple and areola on his lips and tongue, along with the soft skin of her breasts. It wouldn't really take much more than a mouthful, but he had no woman available to provide him with even that much. There was nobody likely to become available in the foreseeable future either. The woman who had occasionally catered to his particular fetish had moved away almost three months ago and Eric's sex life had been completely non-existent since then. 

As he stared morosely straight ahead, a woman with long brown hair and a pretty face climbed aboard and started walking toward him, her thick body swaying with the movement of the bus. Eric recognized her. Although he didn't know her name, he knew she lived in the same building as he did, just down the hall from his apartment. Once or twice, he had even chatted briefly with her while riding on the elevator, but he hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks. At the most recent time, the woman had been in an advanced state of pregnancy, but apparently, she had delivered the baby since then. He looked at the swollen breasts bulging her light jacket, and thought of how he would love to get one of them into his mouth and taste the delights it could provide him, although he would never consider making such a suggestion. 

The bus had only a few empty seats, and one of them was next to Eric. The brown-haired woman saw it, recognized him, and smiled nicely. "Is this seat taken?" she asked. 

"No, it's not. Help yourself."

"Thanks." 

The young woman settled into the seat and they rode in silence for a few more blocks. The bus would stop right in front of their apartment building, but the trip was still almost two miles. Although they didn't know each other very well, they were also not total strangers, and Eric finally broke the silence. 

"Hi. I've seen you around the apartment building and even talked to you, but I don't know your name. My name is Eric." 

"Yeah, I kind of know you. My name is Tricia."

"How's the baby?"

"Oh, he's fine. I guess." 

"Er....You guess?" 

"Uh, Yeah. Look, it's like this. I was a surrogate mother. A few hours after the baby was born, the father and his wife thanked me and paid me, and took him from the hospital. I left right behind them, and I haven't seen any of them since. She had something wrong with her female organs and couldn't get preggers." 

"I see. That must have been very heartwarming, helping a couple have a baby they otherwise couldn't have had." 

"Yeah, it was. The money was nice too. It did have a downside, of course, and there's one thing that I hadn't really thought about until yesterday. The baby was born two days ago and now I'm producing milk. By the gallon, it seems like, and nobody to nurse. My boobies feel like they're sloshing when I move." 

Eric had a sudden, wildly optimistic thought. This might be his chance. "So, what will you do about it? The milk, I mean." 

"Oh, I bought a breast pump today, and I'll use it to pump my boobies out and let it drain down the sink. It does seem like a waste, though." Noticing the eager look on his face, she asked "Why? Do you have a better idea?" 

"Well, yeah. Yeah, I do." Hesitating, and carefully choosing his words, Eric described his situation. It was the most embarrassing thing he had ever done, describing his needs to this woman who was almost a stranger, and presenting his proposition without putting it into words. He probably wouldn't have been able to continue, but she seemed to be encouraging him, smiling and nodding her head, instead of slapping his face, calling him a pervert and striding angrily away. 

"Well, there you have it," he concluded. "I hope you don't think I'm some kind of weirdo, but I wouldn't blame you if you do." 

"Unusual, yes, but a weirdo? No. You know, you're not the only one who hasn't been getting any. I've had to be celibate for the last three months to protect the baby. So, to answer the question you didn't ask: Yes, but it'll have to be at my place." 

Outwardly, he was calm, but Eric was exulting inside. "Of course. Anything you say." 

Tricia smiled and patted her seatmate's leg. During their few brief encounters in their apartment building, she had observed him to be a handsome and personable young man, and had even thought of him as a possible cure for her increasing horniness, once she had given birth. Furthermore, she had vivid memories of suckling the newborn, but only the one time, just before her clients appeared to claim him. Not only had the pressure in her breasts been relieved, Tricia had experienced a certain erotic feeling during the process, and she could now feel her pussy stirring at the memory. She smiled at Eric and moved closer, pressing her leg against his and squeezing his thigh with her hand, until the bus reached their stop. 

Their building is a secure one, and Eric unlocked the front door, held it open, and followed Tricia inside. The elevator they shared was equipped with a surveillance camera and they tacitly agreed that, to avoid giving anybody the right idea, they would behave like friendly strangers until they were inside Tricia's apartment. They were both eager to begin what promised to be an extremely enjoyable experience, but they could wait a few more minutes. 

Once they were away from any possible snooping eyes, their waiting ended. As soon as Tricia locked the door of her apartment, threw the heavy slide bolt and turned to face Eric, they were hugging closely, their open mouths pressed tightly together and their tongues exploring. Tricia hesitated slightly while she kicked off her shoes, but immediately resumed kissing Eric, even more passionately, her tongue even more aggressive. They broke off the kiss just long enough to breathe deeply before embracing and kissing again. Finally, Tricia leaned away from him, eager to proceed to where they would be able to do what they both wanted. 

"My bedroom is down this hallway," she whispered, and hooked her hand into the waistband of Eric's pants as she led him to their destination.

He was no less avid than she, and removed his jacket during the short walk. As they stood beside her bed, their mouths sharing another long kiss, Tricia's hands were busy unzipping her jacket and unbuttoning her blouse. After completing those necessary tasks, she ended the kiss, shucked off both garments, and turned her back to let Eric unfasten her bra, which he did quickly and with great alacrity. When she turned back around, she was naked above the waist, except for the bra that her hands still held in place. Seconds later, that was gone too, and she presented her full, luscious breasts to the man who was lusting so much for what they could provide to him. 

Almost reverently, he held one of the lovely twins in either hand. They felt heavy and full, and he even saw some drops of milk oozing out of one nipple. Quickly, he bent over and licked off the ambrosia, relishing the erotic sensation that flooded his body as the warmth of even those few drops of milk filled his mouth. He could even feel his cock starting to stiffen, for the first time in months. Although she wanted very much to continue, and wanted no more delays, Tricia pushed him away, in order to get more comfortable. 

"I love the way that feels, but let me lie down on the bed first." 

Replacing his hands with her own, Tricia sat on the edge of the unmade bed. Still holding her breasts to prevent any more leaking, she lay on her back and scooted over to the middle, positioning her head on one of the pillows. After removing his shoes and socks, Eric joined her, once again gently filling his hands with the lovely globes that were about to give him what he craved. 

He had waited a long time for this moment, and he couldn't wait any longer. Although eager, Eric used extreme delicacy in taking Tricia's nearest breast into his mouth, and began running his tongue over the pebbly areola and feeling the hard ridges of her nipple as it quickly became erect. Gently, he sucked and, after a few seconds, he was rewarded by a slow trickle of her deliciously warm milk onto his tongue. While he savored and swallowed the special treat he had been without for so long, he could feel his cock was growing and hardening, and soon would be fully erect. Wanting all he could get, he continued sucking and swallowing. Tricia's milk was the most delicious thing he could remember ever tasting. 

The first breast was still firm and almost full, but he switched his attentions to its lovely twin. This one seemed to produce milk faster than the first one had, and it was every bit as warm and delicious and satisfying. As wonderful as the milk from her breast was in his mouth, it felt even better and more comforting in his stomach. Her breast was still firm with the magic potion that had restored his virility, but he took it out of his mouth. His cock was hard, as hard as it had ever been, and he was ready to fuck. 

Of course, his body was not the only one that was reacting. The gentle suction on her extremely sensitive breast, combined with the tip of Eric's tongue caressing her nipple, caused a stirring that Tricia had been forced to avoid for a long time. She could feel a connection being established between the nipple and her clit, and she reveled in the feel of fresh moistness collecting in her pussy. 

"Mmmmm, that feels good," she murmured to Eric, whose mouth was too pleasurably busy to respond. 

It felt even better when Eric's mouth moved to her other breast. The connection with her clit became a three-sided one and Tricia could feel currents of pleasure flowing through her body, and the moisture inside her pussy formed drops, which trickled onto her crotch. As wonderful as the man's hands, sucking lips and caressing tongue felt on her breasts, what she really wanted was to get his stiff cock driving in and out of her pussy. To make sure they would both be ready at the same time, she started unbuttoning his shirt. When she was through with the buttons, he moved his hands and arms to allow her to remove the garment one sleeve at a time. With Eric as bare above the waist as she was, Tricia started on his pants. 

He had no objection. Even the relatively small amount of milk he had sucked from Tricia's breasts had been enough to give him a raging erection and an urgent need to use it. After she loosened his pants and pushed them down around his hips, he moved far enough away from her to pull them down the rest of the way and let them fall to the floor. Before kicking them aside, he bent down and took a condom from a pocket, followed by peeling off his socks. Wearing only his jockey shorts, which were severely stretched in front by his stiff cock, he got back onto the bed. 

While Eric was removing his pants, Tricia had been busy with her clothing too, stripping off her skirt and stockings. When he rejoined her on the bed, she smiled delightedly at the distended condition of his shorts. She could see his cock was long and thick, more than enough to give her the fucking she needed. 

Gently, she slipped her fingers into the waistband and pulled the garment down, easing it around his stiff cock, pulling it the rest of the way off, and tossing it onto the floor. With Eric naked and almost ready to fuck, Tricia rolled onto her back and spread her legs to welcome him. He knelt between her knees and gazed raptly at her white cotton panties, which were so wet as to be translucent, and he could see her pale, clean-shaven pussy, with its lovely pink lips. Tricia raised her ass from the bed and Eric pulled her last garment down and off, dropping it to the floor, leaving them equally naked. 

The horny man and the equally horny woman wanted nothing more right then than to fuck, but Eric first unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his cock. He wasn't really worried about impregnating Tricia, nor was he afraid of STD's or AIDS. He loves eating pussy and wanted to bury his face in her crotch after fucking, but he had no wish to ingest any of his semen in the process. When his cock was ready, he guided it into the dripping pink hole that Tricia was holding open for him. 

Although this was their first time together, they were both experienced enough to begin their coupling easily. With his left hand splayed on the mattress beside Tricia, he leaned forward and pressed the tip of his cock against the opening that she was creating for him. Before making the initial penetration, he rubbed it against her dripping juices, spreading the lubrication. With a short, firm push, the head wedged its way into the tight and very welcoming pussy. 

Tricia watched and felt the head of Eric's cock squeeze into her, sending pleasure rippling through her body. She breathed in sharply between her teeth and continued to hold her pussy open, wanting everything he had to give her. Eric shifted his weight and thrust forward again, driving two more inches into where it was most wanted. 

"Oh, God! Oh, my God, that's good," she murmured. "Give it to me!" 

Wanting more than anything else to do exactly that, Eric leaned over her and slid his hands forward until they were under Tricia's arms. With one more thrust, almost all his cock was imbedded in her tight pussy, sending waves of bliss flooding her body. Her wet channel clamped onto his shaft, one of the most wonderful places his cock had ever been. She spread her legs wider, letting another fraction of an inch of his stiff cock squeeze into her pussy, and hooked her legs around his. Eric was still above her, supporting his weight on his hands because he was reluctant to put any pressure on her sensitive breasts, especially because he knew they still contained his magical treat. Tricia reached up, wrapped her hands around his upper arms and smiled at him. 

Slowly, Eric drew his cock most of the way out of her pussy, paused, and drove it back in. She flexed her arms and legs and fucked back to meet him, their bodies coming together with a soft "smack", and tiny droplets of her pussy juices spattering on both of them. They moaned in unison from the exquisite pleasure, both of them happy to finally be doing what they had done without for so long. The second stroke was even better than the first, and the third and fourth and the many that followed would have better yet, if they had been bothering to count. 

"Oh, my God, Eric, your cock feels so good, and I'm so horny! I'm almost ready to cum." 

Eric felt the same way after his long period of involuntary abstinence, but he hoped that this would be no more than the first of several couplings between them that day. "Me too," he said. 

He moved forward on her body, so his face was directly above Tricia's, and started driving his cock into her faster. With the slight change in position, his thick shaft was plunging almost straight in and out of her pussy, massaging her clit with every stroke. 

"Yes! Yes!" she encouraged him. "Fuck my clit! Fuck my clit! Make me cum!" 

That was Eric's intention, both her and himself, and he started fucking Tricia even harder and faster. Her body thrashed on the bed and her head rolled from side to side on her pillow as she thrust her pussy up to meet him. They both knew they were seconds from cumming and that it would be a memorable one. 

"OH!" she cried. "Yes!" Tricia pulled her upper body against Eric's, and wrapped her arms around his neck, while her legs squeezed him tightly around the hips. "I'm cumming!" she shouted into his ear, quite unnecessarily. 

Eric pounded his cock into Tricia, slamming her against the mattress at every stroke, while she clung tightly with her arms and legs, imploring him to keep fucking her. Abruptly, her back arched, driving her pussy against him even harder, and her whole body spasmed as she climaxed. After her orgasm, Tricia relaxed under Eric, but he kept ramming his cock into her until he felt his own pleasure well up like a fountain and burst out. He climaxed, ejaculating a three-month buildup of semen into his condom in a series of gushers, before he also relaxed, sprawling on top of Tricia, but keeping his weight off her breasts, the source of his virility. 

"That was wonderful," Tricia murmured, looking up at the man who had just brought her to such a great orgasm. 

"Was? I hope it still is. I mean, I hope you don't want to stop yet."

"Not if you don't want to. Do you want to keep going?"

In answer to her question, Eric eased his cock from her pussy and, not even pausing to remove his condom, backed down the bed until his face was between her knees. Realizing what he wanted to do, and very much wanting him to do it, Tricia raised her legs. He slid under them, letting them rest across his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, placing his hands on her mons. From a distance of a few inches, Eric gazed, enraptured, at the pussy he had just fucked and was about to start eating.  

"Tricia, you sure have a beautiful pussy. And it smells great, too," he added as he breathed in her musky fragrance. "I bet it tastes even better." Eric leaned forward and began winning that bet. 

First he licked the drops of nectar from the insides of her thighs and off her crotch. There was a great deal more, spattered all the way up to her mons, and he licked and sucked all of it into his mouth and swallowed it. Had anybody taken him up on the wager he had offered, Eric would have won, because the juices that had flowed from Tricia's pussy were truly delectable. 

But, neither the beauty, nor the heavenly aroma nor the incredible flavor was the best thing about eating Tricia's pussy. Eric started his tongue on the exquisitely soft, smooth place between her inner and outer lips and licked the whole area to where the labia are close together. Once he reached that point, he probed his tongue into the seam between the two lips, and licked them both with gentle strokes. The inner lip was so swollen with her lust that he was able to hold it between his lips and suck on it while caressing the same place with his tongue. Moving his mouth slowly, and sucking and licking everything along the way, he finally reached the place where that inner lip ends by combining with her other inner lip to form her clit hood. 

He was really enjoying himself, and Eric could tell Tricia was too, by her cooing and by the way her pussy was already squirming under his face. Although they were far from satiated, their fucking and cumming earlier had taken the edge off their horniness and he would take his time bringing her to an even better climax. After sluicing up all the nectar that Tricia had just produced, his tongue started pleasuring her other pair of lips. 

Once again, Eric started at the small satiny place between her labia and licked slowly to the point where he could insert his tongue between them. By the time he had probed and licked his way to the end of her inner lip, Tricia was moaning in pleasure while her body writhed on the bed. He stroked his tongue across her clit hood, delighting in the way the movements of her body became more pronounced, and curled his tongue underneath to gently fondle the precious love button that was sheltering there. 




Mother's Milk and Lingerie



Since I turned 18 I have experienced many changes in my life. My dad is not around much anymore since he spends most of the time in Europe, and I think he has a family there. I have always thought my mom was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she is quite attractive, and dresses well. I have found comfort and pleasure going in to my mom's room and lying on her bed. The first few times I lay on her bed I just imagined her in bed with me and stroked my dick until I came while I breathed in her scent. The next time mom was out I found she had left a pair of pantyhose on the bed so I felt them and rubbed them across my face. I slipped my legs in to the pantyhose and over my dick. My legs looked so pretty and I searched some more and found one of mom's bras. I put this on as well and stuffed it with her panties. My cock was leaking all over the pantyhose so I stroked it and came all over the pantyhose. Cleaning up was a pain and I hoped she would not notice what had happened. This went on for a few weeks and soon I had tried on all of mom's lovely things and used her make-up and perfume.

What changed everything was when mom got pregnant, though I'm sure she hadn't planned it. She became even more attractive, and her figure was even more sexy with her pregnant mound. Her breasts became larger, and her bras that I tried on were bigger as well. Her larger pantyhose felt great over my cock as they allowed more free movement while I stroked myself thinking of her. Mom was enjoying her pregnancy at first, and she was more intimate with me, touching and hugging me, I guess due to the hormonal changes going on with her. I didn't care, I loved the attention and just being with her.

I got the shock of my life when mom said to me to go to her bedroom, there was a problem and she had to talk to me. I thought, oh shit she's found out what I've been doing. I went in to her bedroom where I had felt so much pleasure with a feeling of doom and gloom. How embarrassed I would be, and how disappointed and disgusted my beautiful mom was going to be, and how it would never be the same. I started to cry as I entered her room, but she did not seem to notice. Mom was sitting on her bed wearing her red outfit and her shapely legs were in the black pantyhose I had worn yesterday. I knew she wasn't wearing panties because of the smell of the pantyhose and even now I was turned on. Her makeup was perfect and her pouty red lips were the color of her hair. She kicked off her red high heels and motioned for me to sit on the bed next to her. I did as I was told and noticed her long red nails and how good she smelled. I looked down at her silky legs and stared at her painted toes and her lovely feet. I thought, well at least I get to look at her lovely body, and smell her lovely scent while she lowers the boom. She started to speak and I turned and stared at her pretty face and sexy tongue. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and thought what the hell, I might as well. I was crying and mom was shaking but my dick was hard as a rock.

Mom then said the most amazing thing! She said she was having troubled with her breasts, that the milk was not flowing and she was in agony. I was so relieved and so shocked as moms lovely body pressed in to me and her leg pressed in to my leg. Oh how I wanted to make love to her right here on her bed. When I resumed listening to her I heard her say I was her closest family member and she trusted me to keep her secret and to help her. I said I would do whatever she asked and I could be trusted to keep my mouth shut. Mom then said she had tried all of the mechanical methods and nothing worked. She begged me to suck her tits to get the milk flowing and relieve her pain. She said I did not have to drink it, just get it to flow freely and that would be enough. My face turned white and I thought I was going to faint. Mom started to cry and said if I didn't help her she didn't know what she was going to do. I turned to mom and hugged her and rubbed her back with my hand. I told her I would be glad to help her and she kissed me right on the lips. My hand squeezed her soft leg and my dick was ready to explode. 

Mom then moved up on to her bed propped up by pillows. She had me lay my head face up on her lap. She said I did not have to do it if I was scared or embarrassed. I said, I just hope I can help you. I watched in shock as mom undid the buttons on her red blouse and removed it. She was wearing her newest white nursing bra which I loved to wear and pretend I was her. I was about to see something that I had seen a lifetime ago and I slowed my breathing and tried to calm down. Mom then opened the flap on the bra exposing a large nipple which she lowered on to my mouth. I was sweating and shaking a little as mom ran her fingers through my hair. She asked me in a whisper to suck her nipple, which I immediately began to do. No milk came out, so mom pressed her breast firmly in my mouth and said for me to suck harder. I reached my arm around moms leg and grabbed hold of it as I sucked her stabbing tit as hard as I could. Oh, it felt so good to have moms tit in my mouth and to be feeling up her sexy leg. Mom began to squeeze her tit and a blast of sweet milk hit the back of my mouth. Mom sighed and laughed as I tried to swallow as much milk as possible. I started to cum freely in to my tight jeans as the milk ran down my face. Too soon the milk stopped flowing and mom kissed me hard on the lips and said try the other one now son. I sucked on the second tit and as the milk was flowing mom was moaning and I felt wetness on my hand that was rubbing her leg. She was having an orgasm while I was sucking her tit. I moved my hand closer to her pussy and sure enough I could feel her juices. Mom then pulled her tit out of my mouth and said thank you so much, son, you were great, I feel so relieved. I staggered in to my bedroom and passed out on my bed.

I could not wait until the next session and set up the video camera in moms room, hidden away so she could not see it. I had to record this since I new this wouldn't last. That night mom told me to meet her in her bedroom. My jaw dropped when I walked in the room and I saw her new outfit. She was dressed in a merry widow outfit which exposed her breasts and her legs were in sheer black nylons with high heeled slippers. I said wow mom you look stunning and she smiled and said I just wanted to reward you son for your great tit sucking. She said that I might as well get more comfortable, so I said I would. I asked mom if it would be okay to wear a pair of her panties since they looked so comfortable. Mom said it would be okay to wear any of her things since she knew I wore them anyway. I stared at her and she smiled and my dick went hard. I found a bra and matching panties and a garter belt and stockings. Mom said I looked so pretty and she helped me with my make-up. She shared her perfume with me, and put a wig on my head.

That session was different, to say the least. We sat side by side on the edge of her bed with our stocking covered legs brushing each other as she opened her bra. I started to suck her nipple and the milk soon flowed in to my awaiting mouth. Mom kept the nipple in my mouth when her tit was empty and I licked and chewed on it. She was moaning and my hand slid up her silky leg to her panties. I slipped my hand under her panties and brushed her pussy. Mom's freshly shaven pussy was wet and she started to stroke my erect cock as I rubbed her cunt. I looked in the mirror and was amazed to see me looking like a younger version of mom rubbing her pussy while she stroked me. I turned to her and kissed her as she stuck her tongue down my throat. I turned mom so she lay on her back and my hard cock pressed in to her panties. 

Could this be happening? Was my beautiful mom going to allow me the honor of fucking her, was my ultimate fantasy to be realized, was their enough room on the video camera to catch all this, was I going to satisfy her? Mom pushed her panties down while I was thinking all this and grabbed my cock and stuck it in her pussy. I looked in the mirror and began to slowly screw my mom. She was thrashing around and biting my ear, and clawing my back and her cunt was squeezing my cock and pulling it inwards, and milk was freely flowing from her nipples and we both came together and I kept pumping sperm in to my mom until I was finally dry and kept fucking her until she came again and again. Mom fell asleep in my arms and I slept soundly and dreamed of screwing her all over again. I was a cross dressing motherfucker now and truly happy. I woke up in the morning when my sister called to say she was pregnant and had a problem only I could solve.