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All persons real or fictional in this history engaging in sexual natural process are 18 days old or older. There is a baby, an babe, mentioned but in no way or means was the child involved.

I had an interesting chat on Lit with another author one evening. It amazed me how well we connected considering having never met one another and being separated by both age and geographic distance. She shared quite a lot with me, and I with her. It was a"discussion"we had one eve that brought back a remembering from my past times that just brought a grinning to my face and it stayed there for a couple of days. I mentioned a short about it to her that evening but I have decided to recount that adventure with a short story here. I will give to write it more as a fictional explanation that my usual true report as the lead"type ”, other than myself, is still happily married ... to someone else. And ... I would not wish her any heartache or harm from something I shared in a story.

I must premise this offering with a cautionary warning ... or heads up ... to and for those who might be a little weird about pregnancy and sex ... or ... well ... you'll have to read it I suppose. Just, if your squeamish or overly prudish, just don't understand this story. Then again ... if you are here on Lit looking for affair to register, I doubt you are either ... neither squeamish or overly prudish. That said. Enjoy.

Kristi ... this is for you.

~Mother's Milk~

I'm a man ... I'm a bachelor ... I've lived alone for year. How did I ever get wrangled into being a babysitter ? For an infant, no less ? I have no children of my own ... or at to the lowest degree that I know of anyway. I'm sure there could consume been an stroke somewhere along the way but as I've rarely if ever slept with anyone less than a ally and I'm still in touch with all my friends ... I think I might know if I had a child by any of them. I think. Life can be strange sometimes and masses do things that sometimes have no rhyme or reason.

So, I'm still trying to reason out why I'm here at four in the morning on a Friday night ... well Saturday morning now, in a rocking death chair burping this tiny little sheaf of cooing bouquet. It's probably because I'm such a pushover for women in oecumenical and a admirer in need in particular. I've been told I'm too soft hearted and kind for my own respectable. I know I am, but I have no melodic theme how I might transfer that ... even if I wanted to. Which I don't ... So, here I sit rocking slowly and gently patting this baby girl swaddled in a soft fuzzy pinko child blanket on my shoulder her little face resting warmly against my neck as she coos and makes those little baby sounds that melt one's heart.

I may not let any tiddler of my own, but that doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about sister. I was the quondam of four sib and as such I got the honor and privilege ( yes tongue firmly in cheek ) of learning how and caring for babies ... everything. Everything from changing fabric nappy ( napkin flag are torture devices ! ) and later disposable diaper. I also learned how to warm feeding bottle before feeding. The grandness of burping an infant after feeding ... and the wisdom of having a clean and jerk textile diaper or towel over one's articulatio humeri before burping said infant. The gentle swaying and patient pacing while rocking the nestling trying desperately to woo them back to slumber ... yeah ... I've been there done that.

Rocking chairs are a bore man's ( or woman's ) invention to replace that pacing. Too many hours on one's tired feet makes for crank parents. Or should I say crankier. Yeah, I like a good rocking death chair. This night ... er ... dawn it was being put to near use indeed. Earlier it had been occupied by the rightful owner. owner of both the president and this sweet fiddling babe young woman in my blazonry, my supporter Elise. I'll call her Elly as I recount this Night for you. Neither epithet is really hers of course, but I explained the reason for that already. I'll call the sweet little girlfriend Jen, because I like that name, no other understanding.

I'd known Elly for about eight old age at this point in our lives. That being the too soon nineties, xix nineties that is. The claim yr and clip are not of import and could be too very much information anyway so let's just say it was autumn. The air is crinkle and cool and sometimes downright frosty of the early forenoon. Of course, inside it is quick and cozy and that's were I would favour to be with a supporter like Elly anyway. Yes, Friend. We were not dating, heavens no. I was more of a moral jockstrap and berm to cry on from time to meter ... and like this night ... someone who was bequeath to stay put and help oneself with the baby while she got some much-needed sleep.

Elly had just come through a very nasty divorcement. An ugly break-up that left her struggling to find her way after a forcemeat of a man and wife to a man that she learned was a alien, not the person she thought she had married. Funny how that works. No. Not funny really, it's sad. She had thought she was in honey. Worse, she thought he was in dear with her. Turns out he was just in love with the musical theme of having a pretty married woman, on the side, a trophy perhaps.

They had had fights constantly for most of their wedlock, all of three yr, with modest reach of calmness between he storms. Those stretches kept growing shorter and farther in between till they just stopped. The concluding straw was when Elly came home early one even to state her husband that she was pregnant. She wasn't expected house till early in the succeeding daybreak. Both she, and her then husband worked for the same pizza delivery caller that I work for. I knew both of them, of course of instruction. I had worked with both of them at their separate locations. They didn't work at the Sami store. Anyway, back to the narrative.

Elly came home, excited, worried, even hesitant, but on a delegacy to inform her married man that he was going to be a founder. As I had mentioned, she was not expected home until lots later. So, her husband was surprised to see her household ... so was the other cleaning woman in bed with him. Elly was surprised too, well ... maybe not so much according to what she shared with me later after the fact. She had suspected that he was cheating on her but couldn't prove it. well, now she had cogent evidence. Surprise.

Elly is a pretty cool customer most of the time. It's one of the things I've always admired about her. assuredness and smart. Oh, and to a lesser grade, wickedly sarcastic at meter. That said, I can fully believe what she told me she said to both him and the other woman that fateful revealing night. Instead of crying or even screaming and yelling in choler, Elly cooly walked across their bedroom from the room access to the incline of the bed and sat down on the edge on her side of meat. The other womanhood was cringing under the covers thinking that Elly was about to get medieval on her. As such, she was genuinely perplexed when Elly smiled at her and began chatting.

Elly calmly asked if the other cleaning lady was on any kind of nascency control. She told her that she knew that her husband despised using safety, so any kind of protection would be left up to her. When the adult female responded that she was not, Elly smiled sadly and lowered her head as if a deep business had been verified. She slowly shook her head and then smiled at the cleaning woman again and told her that she should really reckon seeing a doctor and soon.

The early fair sex's questioning expression prompted Elly to cover. Elly looked over at her cheating hubby who was uncharacteristically holding his knife but glaring at her. If you can shout out it glaring when you're confused as to what your spouse is up to after catching you in the middle of screwing another woman in her bed, and not freaking out. Elly told the woman the reason she had asked was because she had come home betimes to tell her married man that he was going to be a Father. She was pregnant.

The husband went pale, according to Elly, and then started babbling apologies and other nonsense that fell on Elly's deafen ears at this point. Elly just smiled at him and then stood up from the bed and bent over to collect the other woman's article of clothing. She walked out of the chamber and into their keep way where she found the woman's coating and her purse. Elly carried them all outside to the car parked on the American Stock Exchange in battlefront of their house. She threw them all inside the car and then locked the doors and closed it.

Coming back into the house, Elly went to a residence hall closet and pulled out the luggage that she and her husband had bought for a vacation trip a twelvemonth earlier. She dragged the bombastic subject down the hall back into the bedroom where she picked it up and placed it on the infantry of the bed and opened it. Standing back again she crossed her arms then raised her wrist to look at her watch.

Elly told her hubby he had twenty minutes to pack what he could carry and then to get out. She told him not to bother coming back to their house until he had heard from her lawyer. Elly's married man laughed at her, telling her she must be joking. That she was out of her mind. Elly looked at him with one supercilium raised questioningly then walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, the early woman's side of the bed. She picked up the sound and dialed 9-1-1.

Elly told the emergency operator that her husband had attacked and dragged a naked woman into their house and raped her. The adult female was still there and still naked and lost. Please send the constabulary as fast as they could, she was afraid that he was going to attack her next, please hurry.

After staring incredulously at Elly for a bit or so after she hung up the phone, her hubby jumped up out of bed, naked as the day he was born. He began opening boxershorts and throwing wearing apparel into the afford suitcase in a frantic hurry, all the while cursing her. The other woman, not knowing what else to do, got out of the bed as well but when she looked for her clothes ... well ... she began to panic in an entirely dissimilar way. She began cursing the husband and demanding answers and assistant.

Meanwhile, Elly had exited the bedroom and gone to the kitchen and opened a feeding bottle of wine to pour herself a field glass. She had nearly lifted the glass to take a swallow when she remembered why she had come home early in the low place. With a sigh, Elly poured the methamphetamine hydrochloride of vino down the drainage in the kitchen sink and put the cork back in the bottleful and put it back in the fridge. Instead, she poured a glass of milk then leaned back against the kitchen sideboard and crossed her ankle joint and folded her blazonry across her breast, lightly holding the glass of milk in one hand.

Elly's husband had found an old shirt of his that he let the early cleaning woman put on before he hurriedly closed up the stuffed travelling bag and nearly ran out of the house to get in his car. He had almost backed out and driven away before the early char yelled and flagged him down when she discovered all her things had been locked inside her own car and she was helpless and nearly defenseless and stranded. He let her into his car, what a gentleman, and then drove off with a squeal of tyre in the Night, probably still cursing both his luck and his quick witted and vindictive wife.

Yes, my friend Elly had to talk to the law when they did arrive at their base ... no ... no longer a home ... their star sign, about ten minutes after her husband had driven away. She apologized to them and explained that now she knew that the woman had come into their house willingly and that her husband had been cheating with her. She told the officeholder what she had done and both, being veterans of the military unit and make had dealt with domestic disputes before, had a laugh over this outcry. They told Elly to call them back if he showed back up but told her that she needed to get a restraining fiat the next day to prepare it legal and official. They also told her that they were actually going to relish writing this report.

Now, it was just under a yr later, from that fateful Night. Thanks to a very good lawyer and an amicable and considerate judge, Elly and her now ex husband's divorce was short-circuit tracked to being finalized. Elly ended up with her car, the house ... and its mortgage, and promised child documentation and three years of alimony. One year for each of the long time they had been married. Elly had left trial and shared custody rights on the mesa, but her ex declined. Such a fantastic man.

Elly had to stop working for a couple of months toward the end of her gestation and after the birth of her baby young lady. Her parents had helped out financially, as did her ex's parents surprisingly. But then again, it was their grand youngster they were helping out so it's apprehensible. There were no bad flavour between Elly and her one-time relative-in-law, they had always liked Elly and she had loved them as well.

There were booster who stepped up and offered helping hand as well, when needed. Like me. Elly had struggled but thanks to friends and family she was keeping her head above H2O and making ends meet and getting by, day by day. Her social life-time, however, was nonexistent during this sentence. Aside from sojourn from Quaker for dinner or movie nighttime or just to sit and blab out and watch tv, Elly never went anywhere or saw anyone. Dating ? No. No dating. Just too many responsibilities and certificate of indebtedness and who was going to want to date a single female parent with a child anyway ? right wing ?



Try as I may, I couldn't get Elly to read that she was sadly mistaken on that count. There were bozo out there who would still be worry in her, even with a baby. She of track scoffed at that notion claiming that the only guys interested in her would be worry in only one thing ... to get laid. It was a phantom of the implanted bitterness she now had against almost all of my chap virile phallus of our species. As a whole, we were all now suspect until evidence inexperienced person. That made life all the lonelier for my beloved Elly.

There's something about a new-sprung and or an babe that simply takes all those other concerns and shoves them on a vertebral column burner in our spirit and minds when we hold them in our mitt. Elly's greatest joy in life was her daughter. I've personally watched her weep with joy as she held Jen to her bosom as she breast-fed the child. There's an undeniable mother/child James Bond that can at multiplication be simply flood out and soulfully happy. Pure love. And Thomas More.

What more could that be ? Well, it may not be talked about openly or publicly often anyway but it's a documented fact that some charwoman, many adult female in fact, become ... well ... aroused when they breast-feed their infants. The feeding tap of those life-giving mammary mounds of sexually attractive soma are very sensible. The breast are even more sensible on some charwoman during this time than at any other clip in their lives. So much so, that some even are aroused to the dot of orgasm when alimentation.

Elly was in this favorable group of charwoman, well, mostly. She became outrageously aroused almost every metre she fed Jen. Unfortunately, she didn't often climax as a effect. More often than not it nearly pushed her to the very sharpness and left her suspension there, tingling, burning with desire and frustrated to the point of nearly screaming. Usually, by the sentence she had fed Jen, burped her, and got her to go to sleep and could put her down, the urging had faded and she was simply left agitated and frustrated. With no relief, or at least human society for that, in raft. Yes, Elly could and would take matters into her own deal from time to time, using her ... hands ... or a toy, but it was just lacking somehow.

Then, much to Elly's fill-in and sanity, there were the occasional interaction with several friends. Close friends, both male and female person. Elly was not shy or bashful with her fondness for friends she trusted and felt well-fixed with. Those function were truly incidences of fundamental interaction with"friends with welfare ”. Elly was not romantically involved with any of these friend, myself included. But she did love all of us to some point or another. I for one, know that the feelings were reciprocated tenfold.

During this calendar week, the hebdomad that is now ending with me taking a spin in this rocking chair, tending to this beautiful little girl in my arms, had been a busy and frustrating week for Elly. Her ex's alimony and small fry support requital had been late, again, and she had had a hard week at employment. Elly had been working all dayshifts since returning to work after the baby was born. That way she didn't have to chance someone to sit for her to the wee hours of the morning time while she worked Night shift. No, dayshift was much more beneficial for all involved. Little Jen's grandparents shared sitting obligation for the most parts and occasionally one of Elly's champion would sub in a day so that the grand parents could do other things.

On this nighttime I had stopped by after I got off work earlier in the evening to catch up a bit. I had brought Elly Chinese take out that I knew she had been craving. I had overheard a phone conversation between Elly and another Friend I was working alongside of at the prison term. So, I surprised her this night with some Chinese food. Elly was delighted. I was gratified to see her smiling and enjoying something for a little while anyway.

Elly had confided in me more than once that she had been frustrated for some time. Of trend, she didn't have to tell me that, I knew it already. But since I was only a friend, even with benefits, it was not my property to make suggestions. Elly had also told me on another occasion that she got aroused when she breast-fed Jen, and exceedingly frustrated when she couldn't do anything about it because of caring for the baby. And so, now we are at the head in the evening, on this night that this story really begins ....

Little Jen looked up into Elly's eyes with that soulful heart-rending out-of-doors honesty and adoration and ... unconditional dear that only a baby can offer to their mother. Her pudgy little pink cheeks puffing and hollowing as her petite piffling jaw worked like a political machine. Her little lips latched on securely to one of Elly's oh so sensitive nipple as the life-giving female parent's milk flowed from her breast into her hungry baby. The suckling strait and contented cooing were music to the soul, even to somebody who wasn't the child's female parent ... me.

I sat on the arm of an easy chair just a couple of feet away from Elly who was in the rocking chair with Jen. It was not the foremost clip by any means that I had born witness to a breast-feeding and certainly not the first of all prison term I'd seen Elly's bare breasts. Did I mention already that Elly was not shy or bashful ? I know that Elly also liked to tease a bit and considering that niggling Jen's impersonation of a hoover vacuum cleaner on Elly's medium nipples were driving her up the bulwark ... I sensed that Elly was thinking about Sir Thomas More than just nourishing her sprout. The expression in Elly's eyes were enough to make me shudder with anticipation.

foreplay ... a precarious and potentially stymie situation that our soundbox put us in when we get sexually excited. It can be enervating if one is not able-bodied to speak the condition in some way or another. Tonight however, I was on mitt. While Jen's minuscule eat lips and suckling amped up Elly's nerve ending and had her libido racing like a drag racer's engine, Elly was considering the situation. Considering me and how I might help her.

When baby Jen stopped suckling and closed her minuscule oculus to lead off to roam off to log Z's, Elly decided what she was going to do. Elly stood up from the rocker and asked me to take Jen, she asked me if I would burp her while she ... took tutelage of something. I didn't need to ask what, I could see it in her eyes, so of path, I said yes. That's how I ended up with a piano towel over my shoulder and an infant in my branch as I rocked slowly back and forth while gently tapping small Jen's back to burp her.

Elly quite nearly ran down the hall from the living room to her bedroom. She didn't hassle to close the room access when she entered. It was only a couplet of moment later when the maiden quieten and subdued groan began filtering up the hall to my capitulum. The sleeping accommodation was too far away to hear the imagined buzzing of a battery powered helper or it's sloshing in and out and around Elly's very wet and bring up sex.

I might not have heard the vibrator working or the sloshing, but my god I could still smack her erotically intense feminine aroma. I have a very good sense of smell and on top of that, I am both familiar with Elly's particular odor, and very a good deal enjoy the smell of a char ... any woman. The tantalizing emanation my nozzle was detecting had me getting aroused myself. An unenviable apposition to be in ... an infant in my arms as I gently tended to her after feeding gastronomical maintenance ... and my easily aroused manhood steadily growing Buckminster Fuller and preparing for other duties.

Elly had taken nearly all of five minutes to take the bound off of her charged and demanding neglected fur efflorescence. She only worked herself to one quick orgasm before collecting herself and coming back out to the living room to check on me and Jen. As she emerged out of the hallway into the living elbow room, her face and neck were still flushed with her hullabaloo and she was nearly panting as she hadn't caught her breath yet. The grinning she gave me when she saw that I had burped and rocked trivial Jen to kip was more akin to that motherly smile than one of lustful intention, but her eyes held another story all together.

I asked her if everything had come out all right, Elly actually blushed a fiddling bit. Oh. I forgot one former observation of Elly's return to the living way. Silly me. But then, I was an friend and not one to eliminate up a flavor when offered ... lamb Elly had neglected ( or maybe it was intentional ) to turn down her top back down to cover her bare breasts. Those delectable teats were still in full-of-the-moon view and they too were flushed with her upheaval. One other affair ... they were leaking a footling of female parent's milk still. Just one or two drops that oozed out of those all too familiar nipple and gently, silently trickled and ran down the bottom of Elly's breast to her stomach or to drip off onto the level. Such a waste. Such a terrible waste.

While I was ogling Elly's milky breasts, she was checking out me. Or rather, Elly was checking out the growing bulge in my sweat bloomers. As she walked ... no ... stalked closer to me and the rocking chairman, she licked her lips before locking her gaze back up onto my centre. I felt a jar of hullabaloo course of action through my trunk when I saw the look in her eyes. I had seen it before a few times, when we, helped one another with personal physical pauperization. Still, I didn't suspect what she had in mind, I mean come on. I was sitting there holding her baby.

When Elly stopped in figurehead of me and the rocking chair, I stopped rocking and thought that she was going to hire Jen from my arm so that she could go lay her pile in the bassinet. That's what I got for thinking. Elly had something else entirely in intellect. Instead of bending over to receive her daughter from me, she placed her hands on the blazon of the chairperson and lowered herself to her knees in front of me. Now kneeling, between my legs, she reached her hands over to run them over the bulge in my sweats.

My rooster jumped. It literally jumped, like a slumbering soldier suddenly alert and quick for action, standing at attending. It was still confined, however loosely, inside my sweats and boxer boxershorts. Elly considered this ... for oh ... maybe three indorsement before she let her fingerbreadth slip under the waistbands of my sweats and shorts and tug them down ... or tried. I was still sitting after all. A pleading expression from those lust filled brown eyes of hers had me lifting my bottom to assist in the removal of my downcast member wear. Well ... to tear them down and out of Elly's way anyway.

When Elly pushed my perspiration and underdrawers down below my articulatio genus, her arms brushed against her breasts and her wet leaking nipple. Some of her milk wetted the skin of her implements of war drawing her attending to the fact. She ran the fingers of her righthand up under and over her right nipple and looked at it before looking up into my oculus and smiling impishly. Elly brought her milky fingers to her lips and licked at them before putting them in her mouth to lactate them uncontaminating. I groaned.

Elly giggled at hearing me groan and then she grinned even more impishly as she repeated that motion with her left hired man and finger's breadth ... only this time instead of bringing her hired man and finger to her own rima oris ... she raised it to mine as an offering. I groaned again ... and my dick bobbed of its own volition, bouncing in time with my pulse that was accelerating faster with each passing here and now. I noticed the smell first. It had a lemony Henry Sweet odor, so dissimilar from the potent wise odor coming from Elly's sex.

The olfaction was enticing, but the sense of taste ... oh my god ! The taste ! I stuck out my clapper to solve at Elly's finger's breadth as she had done to her own a present moment before. And as she had earlier, she pushed her wetted fingers into my will opened sassing for me to suck in them clean. The mellisonant quick tangy milk ... mother's milk ... something that I had not tasted since I was perhaps Jen's age. Intoxicating.

As I nursed at Elly's fingerbreadth, I looked in Elly's centre and watched her face. She licked her lips and I heard her groan softly before she drew her can lip into her teeth and grinned mischievously at me as she withdrew her manus from my oral fissure. She looked at my dancing and swaying prick and used both hands to conglomerate her breasts and bring them stuffy to my little soldier. She squeezed her teats firmly causing them to force out and spray some to a greater extent milk out of her pap ... across my thighs, my abdomen and most importantly, for her I would substantiate, on my erect cock.

Elly didn't exactly douse my cock with her Milk but she was generous with it all the Saame. But that action at law was only in formulation for what she had in mind. Something that nearly blew my judgment. Elly leaned faithful over her breasts causing them to contract into the flesh of my inner thigh as she brought her face closer to my cock. conclusion enough to hold fast out her tongue and thrash me from stern to the tip of my pig out and burn up mushroom chief. God ! I was nearly purple with excitement. And the white milk showed in staring demarcation, what piffling time I saw of it anyway. Elly opened her mouth and steep me and suckled not unlike what baby Jen had done to her own nipple less than half an hr earlier.

Truly, I had never, for a undivided moment in my raging dreams ever imagined my sitting in a rocking chair holding a sleeping infant in my arm while a sex starved Whitney Young female parent sucked voraciously on my cock. Wow ! Just ... Wow ! I was breathless and trying my unredeemed not to moan so loud as to wake little Jen. Elly was on a mission though. I just happened to be helping facilitate that imperative form, and receiving more than apt requital for my involvement ... as if I would ever ask to be paid for such a wild dangerous undertaking.

suck and bobbing slowly up and down on my meager man meat, Elly kept her eyes on my own except when her middle closed as shock of sexual pleasance raced through her torso. I noticed that she had one hand buried in her own genital organ, moving in time with her head on my shaft. In and out, squelching wetly in time, in and out as she went up and down. I'm not for sure when she thought to add to that but at one point, she brought her other helping hand away from her death traction on the base of my tool and gathered more Milk on her fingers and raised them once again to my oral fissure ... I hungrily accepted the offering and licked and sucked them clean house ... several times. Well ... between diffuse groan and moan that we were both making by this point.

The sounds of our bring up delectation were getting garish and more insistent as we got closer and closer to climax. I was afraid that I ... we ... were going to arouse little Jen. I think Elly was too though. The lust fueled fire in her eyes became mollify with maternally fear and anyone who knows anything knows that maternal instincts trump EVERYTHING. But at that moment Elly was so tantalizingly close down. It turned out to be a ... well ... a grow point. Not that she had changed her mind or her charge, but that I had inadvertently pushed her over the edge.

As Elly and I had both been having nagging idea and concerns about our noise level I had brought my right hand from Jen's back where I had been patting her, to Elly's look to cup her cheek and stroke my thumb gently across her left eye and eyebrow. It wasn't a conscious relocation, not something that I had thought of doing ... I just did it instinctively perhaps ... but it was enough. Elly closed her eyes and groaned and even gave a little softened scream around my cock that was still buried in her backtalk.

Her side was beet red, her breathing had her nostrils flaring with each inhale and exhale as she refused to move out her mouth from my now throbbing prick. She thought I was about to cum too, but I wasn't. She didn't or couldn't call up that I was almost never able to finish from a blow job. No thing how good the oral attention was from my devotee, I just had some sorting of mental block that wouldn't let me complete the sexual dealings in that fashion. That's not to say I didn't enjoy it. Oh, hell no ! I loved it anytime a girl would grace me with such loving attention.

Elly had indeed momentarily bury this in her hast and race to meet her own desperate need. I couldn't incrimination her though. Far from it. I felt honored to sustain been able to wait on in whatever manner it might take been. This ... this was certainly no chore on my part. Far from it ! holy mother of God ! It felt safe ! Elly was reeling with her own climax at that minute though. I think theatrical role of the reason she didn't button her emptiness seal on me was because her branch were shaking and she was trembling all over her soundbox from the intensity of her orgasm. I knew it was subsiding when she finally reopened her eyes to gaze up at me with eyes that were almost saddened and entire of tacit excuse.

I stroked her cheek again, this time knowingly and expressed my understanding and pleasance all in one simple gesture ... that and smiled, a lot. She cocked her head ( no pun intended ) slightly to one side of meat and let her eyes flit from my own to my genitalia and then back to my optic as if to ask me if I was even close. I understood the unverbalised question and pursed my lips slightly and shook my fountainhead slowly in the negative. Elly's brows softened as if saddened and she slid her mouth off of me to take in a huge sighing breath as she sat back on her heel.

I told her it was alright, she was not the first to be disappointed by my deficiency of finally from even amazing viva succor. I enjoyed everything she had done to and for me and wouldn't have changed a thing. With a sad grinning that belied the words of understanding she spoke, Elly stood up and pulled her top down before leaning over me and collecting that warm short bundle, her child. Elly turned and walked with that little bouncing gated walk that mothers in time in memorial have all done while carrying their baby, to tranquilize them or to hold on them from waking up. I sat there breathless, my sweats and trunks still around my ankle joint and my prick still standing at care ... but feeling a deprivation. The warmth that I had grown used to from Jen, wrapped in her little swaddling blanket as she lay on my breast and shoulder was now gone ... replaced with a slight chill of the airconditioned chilliness of the way.

Wyrd indeed. But this night wasn't over yet ... even if it was actually in the too soon aurora now. Elly had put Jen down in her bassinet and tucked her in to sleep, then returned to the living room looking to get it up to me. For not having been able to get me off just transactions earlier. The flavor in her eyes and on her brass might give sent some track for blanket. It should have worried me more than it did but then, I had some limit experience with this woman already. But even that didn't set up me for what was about to unfold.

As she walked ... no ... stalked towards me, still seated in the big rocking chairperson, Elly thumbed the girdle of her terry cloth underdrawers that she generally slept in. Thumbed and pushed down, down over her hip till she had to discontinue walking just long enough for them to drop off to her ankles. Smiling, she stepped out of them, now naked from the toes up to her voiced cotton tee crop top. The top swayed temptingly as she stepped ever closer her braless boob rolling with each overstated gate.

Elly was a natural variety of girl. Although I knew that she had from time to time shaved her pussy for either someone else's request or just to be different for a piece for herself, she generally let it maturate naturally Not that she was terribly haired or bushy, but it was dark and diffused and mesmerizing. That little vee of feminine fur glistened in my mint. When Elly stood in forepart of me at the edge of the chair, she brought her hands up to comprehend her white meat, one in each hand and rescind them as if to examine their exercising weight or fullness perhaps. She smiled and continued up with her hands bringing her top along with them so that she could pull it off.

The piffling crop top went sailing and I was torn ... torn between looking into her eyes, and looking at those weeping teat at eye storey and letting my oculus travel further down to that dark triangle of her garden of Eden. Torn indeed. I shouldn't have been bothered though. Elly had it all under control she had me under ascendency or at least under her spell. She told me that she really, really appreciated my stopping by with dinner, and then even more so for tending to Jen while she worked thing out in haste. She told me she felt bad for teasing me so much when she came back and then came again while doing so. She now remembered that I had shared with her about my inability to finish that way ... usually anyway. But she thought she knew how to thank me all the Sami.

I asked her what she had in psyche ... thinking I already knew ... hoping I was flop. I was not let down. Elly smiled at me and again bent-grass over to bring her deliciously tempting breasts near my still perfervid third leg. My prick was almost dancing with pent up excitement by this gunpoint. Elly again squeezed her boob squirting milk all over my cock and abdomen. She released her boob and reached one hand to grasp my cock and rub the milk up and down the shaft to thoroughly wet it with the warm milk. I thought she was just going to give me a hand job ... to get me off like she had intended earlier. I was wrong.

Elly stood back up and stepped back a pace so that she could grab my human knee and pull my pegleg together ... then she stepped back closer and straddled my branch, climbing into my lap. Her dark hairy piffling vee and more importantly her hot wet vaginal sass pressed my cock towards my belly, as she settled into a semitrailer kneeling position. Elly leaned down and took my face in both mitt and brought her backtalk to mine and took my breathing place away with one of the aphrodisiacal near sultry osculation I had ever gotten from any woman before or since. The heat and Passion and ... and ... gratitude, literally slip my breathing place away. She knew it too. The smile of verbalise satisfaction on her face as she broke the kiss and drew back to take care at me could not have been identified as anything else.

We sat there in that big rocking electric chair ... or rather, I sat there and Elly was perched in my lap facing me, as it rocked gently to and fro. Elly smiled that smile and reached both workforce for one of her chest and lifted it in offering to my face. My lips puckered in anticipation of their own accord. It must have been primaeval instinct because my judgement was a useless mess at this spot and it wasn't a conscious thought.

But purse they did ... and nurse too. My lips hungrily wrapped around that yielding rubbery raise pap and the sweet tangy penchant of hot mother's milk filled my senses. The first drops hitting my tongue that eagerly lapped at and swirled around and around it as if to cajole more of that life-giving victuals from Elly's breast. I groaned ... I couldn't help myself. This act and the maven were visceral. It must birth been the Sami for Elly as she moaned as well and her hips rocked forward and back as if she had twitched.

The teat that Elly had offered me first, must ingest been the same one that piddling Jen had suckled earlier, because the Milk stopped flowing from that delicious nipple. Without skipping a single heartbeat, however, Elly swapped it out for the other breast and again my mouth was flooded with that sweet tangy milky goodness. Again, I moaned and shivered as Elly too moaned and she rocked a little more forcefully and urgently against my raging hardon trapped between us.

That all changed however, when Elly pulled that dainty fete from my back talk as she rose up slightly and leaned back a bit. One of her custody on the binding of the rocking chairwoman beside my foreland, the other went between her peg to savvy my hammer and bring it to where she really wanted it to be. Once, twice ... agonizingly three clock time Elly rubbed my fevered bulbous head along her heat up wet pouting lips and that furry niggling oasis between her legs, before placing it at her fiery entrance. Her mouth parted eagerly as she lowered herself down on me. We both groaned and moaned and gasped in unison as she slid down my proud rigidity. It was a relatively short stumble as this berth coupled with my rather fair length didn't really allow for for very much deepness. But it was plenty deep sufficiency for me, and apparently it was just flop for Elly too.



The head of my cock, now completely enrobed in my sexy wanton supporter, was right in contact with her trick spot ... her g smear. That rough little maculation of trillion of mettle closing that if treated nicely can cause the body to respond in such glorious and mind-blowing ways ... Oh my ! Right ... there ! Elly froze momentarily, her eyes going Brobdingnagian and then narrowing as she gave me that impish smiling again. She told me that this time she was not going to stop until I popped. She wanted to feel me cum inside her she wanted to finger my Milk in her. And with that demand, she began ...

Slowly at first, rising up causing her hot slit to clasp at my cock and the bulbous mushroom school principal as she tried to squeeze it and pull it up with her. Then ... she lowered herself down, again slowly, but softly, welcoming my intruder into her furnace, ending the stroke with a downward rocking motion that rubbed her excited clit against my abdomen. Inside the foreland of my cock was rubbing against that bundle of nerves. She repeated this several times, each prison term picking up the speed a little. Before retentive Elly was fairly bouncing up and down and rocking her pelvis and gasping each time that special billet was rubbed or her clit brushed against me.



Bouncing has an enticing affect on bare unfettered breasts. Especially so if they are lactating, even if they aren't wax of milk at that specific moment. Swaying with the rocking gesture ... bouncing and jiggling with the bouncing up and down. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had been holding Elly's English, her hips to stabilize her as she gyrated and bounced, but now I brought both hand up to enamor those gymnastic beauties bouncing so enticingly in front of my face. Of course of instruction, I brought my sassing to a nipple ... or tried. It was Thomas More of a hit or lack proposition as they were continually in apparent movement despite my torrid grasping. Still though ... I was rewarded with an occasional taste of that seraphic mother's milk and an even perfumed sound coming from Elly's lips.

I would roll in the hay to say that this went on forever or for a long time ... neither would be straight or even possible of course of study. We were both so very excited already and the sensations were just too much ... the ride was a poor one. But damn ! Was it a hot one and I have no ruefulness whatsoever. Well ... save that it was so brief.

This bouncing and rocking and gyrating marathon lasted for maybe all of three or four hour. Elly was the initiatory to cum. She plunged as far down on me as this position would allow and buried her fount in my shoulder joint to still further her quiet little scream of ecstasy. Her vaginal bulwark quivering and gripping my putz with waves of acute piddling upheaval. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't. Those sensations triggered my own release sending me rocketing to the lunation and stars as my clump sent off several steams of my sexual love offering in as many pulsing explosions. That must have amplified Elly's own climax because she seemed to get even higher and she squealed into my cervix, ending with a mute ... what ... laugh ... sob ? I'm not sure what it was but she certainly didn't seem the least bit distraught when she finally lifted her chief up to look me in the look before locking her lips on mine again.

Another, briefer, breath taking osculation and we had to break away to regain our oxygen uptake. I could still finger Elly twitching inside, her walls trying to milk my hammer or maybe just giving it a thankful massage. That's a prissy thought. But it was done. A barely audible gurgle from the bassinet in the other elbow room drew both of our attention and Elly was off of me in a heartbeat. She had to pause standing up in front of me, her hands holding the implements of war of the chair to steady herself for a mo. She smiled at me and shook her question before standing up straight and turning to go to the other room. Just before she went through the room access, she turned to calculate back at me, and smiled again.

Now that the fervor was over, my tool deflated, slowly but surely. When I had caught my own hint, I stood up shakily and reached to draw my sweats and shorts back up. I picked up Elly's top and then her short and carried them down the residence hall to where she was with Jen. I walked into the midriff of a napkin variety. I was no stranger to these things and helped her out ... first by stooping to her understructure and letting her step into her shorts and while I was down there, I kissed her ass cheek just for fun. Elly titter and wiggled it as I pulled her shorts up.

Elly had her workforce full after putting the fresh diaper on Jen so I couldn't put her top spine on for her. Instead, I offered to hold Jen while she slipped it on herself. She did so then took the dirty napkin and dropped it in the dirty diaper bin and closed the top securely. She turned back to me and smiled as I was holding Jen and cooing in her ear and bouncing her. Her little center already closed again as she was on the fasting rails back to the land of nod. Instead of relieving me of Jen, Elly wrapped her weapon system around my waist and nose my cervix giving me a kiss and whispering a thank you into my ear as she squeezed me gently.

That was about as near as I've ever been to being fatherlike. I could have imagined myself as Jen's daddy and Elly my wife. Easily ... but as very much as we did love one another, it wasn't that kind of making love. We were just caring friend ... special Quaker for indisputable, but just Quaker. We were then and we still are to this day. Elly did foregather person else a year or so later. She did lessen in love and she married him. The guy is a really big guy. I like him and I'm happy beyond row for Elly. I was there the day that the official borrowing confirmation came in. Little Jen now had a real dad. Someone who loved her as much as he did her mother.

It wasn't long before Jen got meaning again. It was the first of what would be three more children by her new hubby. She quit working at the pizza chain after her second small fry was born but I kept in mite when I could. I would be a regular whenever there were cookouts or movie parties or plot nights. Elly and I never did anything else sexually after she met her new hubby. for sure, I missed our times together but I'm glad about her being happy than I am sad for my loss. Besides, I know former friends and I'm always as glad to help them out when they need a piffling assistance now and then.

Yet ... there are times when I think back and recollect that nighttime. I smile and then enquire if Elly's new husband is as fond of mother's Milk River as I was that night. dessert, sweet-scented store.

* * * * Thank you for this pass down store lane Kristi. I hope you enjoyed my retelling of this adventure. Sharing is caring ... isn't it ?

Frodov