When her third child was born, she realized how much of a turn on the actual act of lactation was. Shameful to admit, that the physical act of feeding a demanding newborn was physically pleasurable. Many an afternoon, after a feed as the baby slumbered she would allow her fingers to wander down between her thick creamy thighs to investigate the pooling wetness of her center.
She always felt guilty when she came, baby just a few feet away,asleep and blissfully unaware of his wanton mother'sbehavior.
Her tops never fit properly, and although always a 'big girl' her breasts drew the attentive stares of men wherever she went. Sometimes, the straining buttons threatened to give way at the supermarket as she leaned over to grab something from the trolley. The force of gravity on her heavy milky tits was a sight to behold.
As she was a creature of habit, one afternoon she realized that it was the same shop attendant who always made eye contact... with her breasts.. his hands folded in a way over the front of his body.
When she went home that afternoon her daily masturbation included thoughts of offering this shop assistant a taste and grope in the back of her car after unloading the shopping trolley of groceries together. Of course this never happened, but it did start a lifelong fascination about the erotic potential of breast milk. She knew that the more stimulation the breasts received, the more milk they would produce.After her son was weaned, she continued to stimulate her breasts until even ten years later she could still produce a moderate amount of milk. It pleased her. She felt womanly and young.
She was on her own now, and decided to re-lactatefor sexual pleasure. She sought out those who may be interested in helping her. A lot of men that she shared her fetish with, were turned on by it, but she couldn't find anyone to assist in increasing and maintaining her supply, until she met George.
Ironically, he was a teacher at her son's school, a man in his mid 30s at the end of a very unhappy marriage. He had no children of his own, but his wife had some from her previous marriage.When she left, he was devastated to lose touch with his step children and was immediately drawn to the softness and kindness in her.
They initially exchanged messages about her son's progress at school, and after meeting at a school function he just couldn't believe that she was his dream woman. Intelligent, poised but with a great rack that made his mouth water. He began to fantasize about having her. Thoughts of her consumed him and every night and every morning, he unloaded a large load of sticky warm cum on her imagined breasts... He had to have her.
He had her mobile number, and despite the possible rejection as well as the school finding out about potential grossly inappropriatebehavior, hetext-edher a simple message which read, "I find you fascinating and would love to take you out for a meal.If you're interested, reply back with a wink. If you're not interested send me a frown and you can rest assured I will never pester you again
She was flattered beyond belief to hear from George, which was so unexpected as she had once attempted coyly flirting but seemed it was lost on him so she never thought of him again as a romantic prospect. Her heart skipped a beat as she pondered whether she would wink or frown back. Knowing that he was interested caused her fingers to stray to her sensitive left breast as she began to think of a man's lips around her nipple...
He picked her up from her place promptly at 7pm. She dressed in a way that flattered her body, cleavage on show, but tastefully so. He could see a hint of her blue veins against the creamy fullness of her breasts and suddenly he remembered where the attraction had begun.. not in the classroom, not at the school function but ten years ago at the supermarket. He was the assistant that was spellbound by her heavy ripe breasts.
Seeing them in front of him confirmed that truth. A blush quickly crossed his face as he recalled the many nights he spent imagining sucking and fondling her gorgeous breasts. He then wondered if she remembered him as vividly as he remembered her.
The thud deep inside her cunt was enough to tell her that he was going to be with her that night as he brushed up inadvertently against her round pillowy bosom. Her nipples immediately sprang to attention and she was tingly all over. She felt like a schoolgirl at prom.
After the first drink, they were more relaxed and spoke of their lives in the superficial manner that daters do. He began to get cheeky and complimented her on her outfit which showed off her figure so well. She knew she had captivated him and watched his eyes open wide as she casually caressed the sides of her breasts, right in front of him, never taking her eyes off his.
His cock promptly woke up, and it was all he could do to stop stammering. She'd asked him a question but he was so engrossed in the visual display unfolding in front of his eyes that he was deaf to her words.
"Cat got your tongue?" was all he heard.
"I beg your pardon," he replied, "I was entranced watching your hands move over your body and was totally distracted."
He blushed when she giggled, until he realized it was part of her game, and that he wasn't being rude. A sigh of relief came from him, unlike the feeling of pent up frustration in his jeans. He wanted to take this woman home NOW. He was scared. She was so desirable that he was fiercely intimidated. He was too scared to make any moves on her lest he mess it up, he was the model of restraint.
The second glass of red wine and the entree of fettuccine carbonara had them even more relaxed. He loved watching the way her lips pursed around the creamy sauce as she sucked the pasta into her mouth. She knew that he was imagining the pasta was his cock, the sauce his cum and her playful eyes relayed this to him. Right in the middle of eating as she saw the creamy sauce in the corner of his mouth, she blurted out to him what she had been thinking for some weeks.
"I wondered if you've ever considered being part of an adult nursing relationship?"
For a minute the silence between them was deafening. She was immediately embarrassed and all she could hear was the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her confident demeanor dissolved and she grabbed the glass of wine as if to bury her face.
For his part, he could scarcely believe he was hearing this. A goddess of sensuality asking him if he had ever thought of it.. For fuck's sake, it's all he could think of. His marriage had disintegrated, as his wife thought him sick for mentioning it once just before she weaned her youngest daughter. His wife had never enjoyed feeding her child, but did so for the reasons outlined by child development experts. His wife was similarly off limits sexually during the time she was nursing and he was forced to seek relief in his own hand.. a task he felt humiliating when it was because of conjugal neglect.
Once he collected his composure, he couldn't keep the grin off his face as he replied, "Can we begin tonight? I'm thirsty for your milk. Let's go".
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