Her

She woke up groggy and turned to look at the clock. 3:35 AM. She rolled onto her side. She felt pain. Well, maybe not so much pain as discomfort. In her breasts. She felt her right breast over her shirt. It was hard. Hot. And full. What in the world was going on? She sat up and looked over at her husband. He was sleeping peacefully. Her mind raced. She looked down at her chest. There was just enough light from the hallway creeping under the door. Her breasts looked big through her shirt. Her shirt felt tight. Stretched across her chest. She looked at her husband again. She slipped her hand under her shirt to feel her left breast. Same.

She froze. She was 48 years old. This couldn’t be good. She bit the inside of her lip. She had no idea what was happening to her body, but she had to admit, she liked the size. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head, almost afraid of what she might see.

Oh my God. She stared down at her breasts. They were huge. The skin was tight, no longer loose from the weight she'd lost over the past year. And her nipples. They had never looked so big, so perfect. So…hard. She tentatively touched her nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Her pussy immediately clenched. It was so sensitive. Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks. She rubbed her nipple. Her pussy clenched again. Holy shit. She hadn’t expected it to feel that good. She squeezed the nipple. Her mouth fell open as she stared at her breast, still held between her fingers. And there it was. Milk. Not much. Just a few drops. They landed on the sheet covering her lap. That wasn't the only thing that dripped.

She slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. Flicking on the light, she examined herself in the mirror. She looked like a porn star. Her breasts had to be at least two sizes bigger. The skin was tight and shiny. Her nipples were a deep purplish red. Tiny drops of milk continued to seep out. She rubbed the tip with her finger and held it up to her mouth. She paused. Was this weird? No. She was just doing some research. She brought her finger to her lips and tasted it. Warm. Slightly sweet. She reached down into her pajama pants and drew a finger through her slit. Wet. Very wet. 

Oh Jesus. She couldn’t go to work looking like this. What would everyone think? Had she gotten a boob job overnight? Was she pregnant and hiding it? Oh my God, what would her students think? Would they have the nerve to say something? She went back to the bedroom and put her shirt back on. The fabric brushed uncomfortably against her sensitive nipples. She went downstairs to put together plans for her classes. She’d have to call out sick. Hope for a doctor appointment with her OB-GYN that day. Figure this out. 

As she finished preparing her lesson plans, she heard footsteps on the stairs. Shit. She'd hoped to make it back upstairs and into bed before he saw her. Not that he wouldn't notice eventually. Well, nothing to be done about it now. She hunched forward slightly. He came up behind her at the kitchen island and rested a hand on her back, absently tracing little circles. She tilted her head back to look at him. 

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he replied. “What’s up? Can’t sleep?”

“Um, yeah. I think I’m going to stay home today. Try to catch up on some sleep.”

“Ok.” He studied her for a moment. “You sure that’s it?”

“What? Yeah, that’s it. I’m fine. Just tired.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes, comforted by his touch.

“I’m going to make some coffee,” he said, turning toward the coffee maker. 

“Ok. I’m going back upstairs. See if I can fall asleep.” 

“Sounds good,” he said. 

She stood up, the stool scraping against the tile floor. He turned at the sound. She watched his eyes drift down to her chest. They widened. 

He looked back up at her, concern written across his face. “What’s going on?”

She looked down. There were two circular wet spots directly over her nipples. She closed her eyes, mortified. And she was still wet between her legs.

“Um…” Her voice trembled. “I don’t know. I woke up like this. I don’t know what’s going on.”

He stepped closer, resting his hands on her upper arms. “Can I see?” he asked gently.

“I guess.” She dropped her eyes to the floor, embarrassed.

He carefully lifted her shirt. She watched his mouth fall open, his eyebrows shooting up. She lowered her eyes again. And watched his cock grow. It jutted out from his pajama pants as he took in the sight of her breasts. 

“Oh my God,” he said, his voice low and rough. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He gently touched the side of her breast.

“It’s hot. And hard,” he murmured, still staring at her.

“I know.” She glanced down at her breasts. “But I don’t dislike them.” She looked back up at him.

He finally tore his eyes away from her breasts and looked at her.

“They look like… I don’t know. Like they’re ready to be milked,” she said sheepishly.

His gaze turned dark.

“Is that what this is?” His eyes dropped to her breasts again. “Milk?”

“I think so. It kind of tastes like milk,” she replied.

“Tastes?” 

He drew in a sharp breath.

The slick between her legs was growing. She could feel it on her thighs. She nodded, her lips parting. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, then caught it between her teeth.

“Can I taste it?” he asked, his eyes heavy with desire.

She let out a shaky breath. “O...okay,” she whispered.

He leaned down and tasted the drop of milk at the tip of her nipple. His eyes drifted closed. She felt his cock grow bigger, and it nudged at her pelvic bone through his pants. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt. But she needed more. She instinctively reached for him, cradling the back of his head and drawing him closer. He nuzzled his face between her breasts, breathing deeply through his nose.

“Please,” she begged. “More.” 

He looked up, and their eyes met. He leaned down once more, flattening his tongue as he licked her nipple. One after another, like he was licking a lollipop. 

“Suck them. Please. I need it,” she pleaded with him. “They’re so full. I need some relief.”

***

Him

She sounded desperate.

He leaned down once more, flattening his tongue as he licked her nipple. He looked at her like she was his next meal. And in a way, she was. He would drink from her, filling his mouth, his stomach, with her milk. He would suck on those full breasts, dripping with milk, until she was empty. Then he would fuck her until he was. 

He knelt before her, gripping her waist and pulling her toward him. He licked her nipple again, then closed his mouth around it, sucking gently at the tip. She bucked against him. 

“No,” she said, breathlessly. “Put your mouth over my whole nipple, the areola, the whole thing. Push your tongue up from the bottom. Press my nipple against the roof of your mouth.” She paused. “And suck,” she said, her voice growing deeper. 

He followed her instructions, wondering how she knew exactly what to do. She had never breastfed their children. How did she know? 

A stream of milk flowed from her breast. He was surprised by its sweetness, but there was something unmistakably hers about the taste. Her familiar scent was still there, but now there was something else. The faint, sweet smell of her milk. They groaned together. 

“Oh, oh, that feels so good,” she said, her eyes closing. Relief washed over her face.

He sucked and sucked. He took one hand from her hip and grabbed his hard cock. He stroked himself and suckled from her breasts. It was so erotic, so forbidden. Sucking from her breasts like an infant, hungry for his meal. She held his head to her, as if there were a chance in hell he'd pull away. He could have stayed there forever, lapping up her milk. He sucked at her breasts until the milk slowed to a mere trickle. He unlatched from her and licked a stray drop from his lips. She looked at him hungrily. 

“I want you to fuck me so bad,” she said, “But you have another breast to empty. You can’t leave me like this.”

He gave a wicked little laugh. “Oh, my needy little slut. Always wanting my cock. What if I suck you while I fuck you?” he asked, looking up at her, eyebrow raised. She let out a shaky little moan.

“Yes,” she said on a breath. He stood and took her hand. He led her up the stairs to their bedroom. They tumbled into bed, ripping at each other’s clothes. He pulled her shirt over her head while she tugged his pants down, freeing his cock. He sat back on his heels and looked at her glorious naked body. Her breast still full of milk, waiting to be drained, he bent down and licked her nipple. She arched her back off the bed. He pulled her pajama pants off and pressed his palms against her knees, opening her wide. He gazed at her perfectly pink, wet pussy. 

“Look at how wet you are. Is this for me?” he asked.

“Yes. It’s for you,” she said impatiently, grabbing at his arms, trying to pull him back down on top of her. “I want you inside me. And I need you to suck me.”

“Not yet. I sucked from your breasts. Now I’m going to suck your clit.”

Her mouth parted and she closed her eyes. He knelt on the floor in front of her, eyeing her magnificent cunt—the bare, smooth skin, the pink, glistening lips. Her legs spread wide, opening her entrance to him. A dark, warm, wet passage made to grip his hard, weeping cock. With one finger, he slowly caressed the hairless, baby-smooth skin surrounding her wet, needy pussy. She continued to writhe, so he pressed his arm down over her pelvic bone to keep her still. His mouth watered as he approached her. When he dragged his tongue through her folds, she gasped and he moaned. 

“I love the way you taste. Your cum and your milk. It’s all mine.”

“Yes! Yes! It’s all yours. Please lick me, suck on my clit. Please!” she begged. She writhed on the bed as he worshipped her cunt. Licking, sucking, petting. She panted and moaned, her hands clutching the sheets. As she climbed higher and higher toward her orgasm, he worked his tongue faster until he could feel her pussy clench beneath him. Then he pulled away.

“What? What are you doing?” she asked.

“I told you. I’m going to suck you while I fuck you.” He looked at those engorged breasts. Milk was already leaking from the full one. A drop formed and rolled down her side. Before it could hit the mattress, he licked it. 

He climbed on top of her, positioning his cock at her entrance. Just as he started to slide into her slick heat, he bent down, grabbed the engorged breast in his hand and thrust it into his mouth. She screamed. He could feel her already pulsing around him. She squirmed and moaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. He suckled her breast, thrusting into her cunt in a steady rhythm. With every thrust, he drew her deeper into his mouth, squeezing her breast. Her moans grew louder as he hit her cervix and sucked her nipple. The milk flowed in long, forceful streams, hitting the back of his throat as he swallowed it greedily. As her breast grew nearly empty, he thrust his cock faster. As he took one long suck from her, he gave one final thrust, hitting her cervix and releasing himself into her pulsing cunt with a deep, loud groan. She milked his cock while he milked her breast. Her body held him like a vise as she came, back arching under him, head thrashing. 

When they came down from their high, she looked up at his sated face and said,

“I don't know how this happened to me, but I never want you to stop drinking from my breasts while you fuck me.”

“Me neither,” he replied.

The corner of her mouth turned up. 

“So,” he said, his own grin tugging at his mouth, “I guess we’re not calling the doctor just yet?”

Her smirk turned into a full smile and she turned her head away.

He pulled out from her, both their cum mixing and leaking out onto the bed. 

She reached for his head and clutched him to her chest. He nuzzled his face between her breasts. Her nipples were still hard, still red. He idly flicked her nipple back and forth with his thumb. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face. 

“I can’t wait until they’re full and we can do this again,” she breathed into his ear. 

“I don’t know how many times I can fuck you in a day,” he said.

“But I can’t leave these full all day,” she said nervously, touching the side of her breast. “I’ll need you to…help me.”

“Don’t be shy now, my little slut. Say what you mean. You want my greedy mouth on your breast, draining you, drinking down your milk.”

“Yes. I do. But how do I go to work? Everyone will notice,” she whispered, fear creeping into her expression.

“You’re going to stand up straight, and go about your job. The girls will wonder, and the boys? Well, they’ll be too busy staring with their mouths open. The adults know better than to say anything.”

“What do I do when they’re full?”

He paused. She was looking directly at him, waiting for an answer. He’d been so caught up in the excitement of it all that he hadn’t given much thought to what she’d actually have to deal with during the day.

“You go to the bathroom with a towel, you prop up your phone and video yourself squeezing your breasts, seeking relief. And then you send me that video.”

She looked at him with disbelief, but she began to flush, pink climbing up from her neck. 

“You want to watch me…leak milk?”

He didn't answer immediately. He was already imagining her alone with her phone, doing exactly what he'd suggested. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but a slow grin betrayed him.

“Yes, I do.” His voice dropped. “I want to watch your face as it starts to release. See your eyes close in relief. I want to see the milk drip down these.” He dragged his finger over her nipple and down her breast. “Onto your lap. I want you to swipe your finger through the milk. I want to watch you bring your finger to your lips, and then suck it clean, while your eyes are on the camera. On me.”

She was panting now. He was getting hard again.

“And the whole time you’re milking yourself, you’re going to think about me sucking on you. And you’re going to get very, very wet.”

He studied her face, searching for some indication of what she was thinking. She looked surprised, perhaps even a little intrigued. Or maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see.

For once, he couldn’t even guess.