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All persons real or fictional in this taradiddle engaging in sexual natural action are 18 years old or previous. There is a babe, an infant, mentioned but in no way or way was the small fry 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 evening that brought back a memory from my past that just brought a smile to my font and it stayed there for a couple of Clarence Day. I mentioned a little about it to her that evening but I have decided to recount that adventure with a dead history here. I will have to save it more as a fictional account that my common true fib as the lead"persona ”, other than myself, is still happily married ... to someone else. And ... I would not wish well her any brokenheartedness or harm from something I shared in a account.

I must preface this oblation with a admonitory warning ... or heads up ... to and for those who might be a little weird about gestation and sex ... or ... well ... you'll have to say it I suppose. Just, if your squeamish or overly prudish, just don't record this account. Then again ... if you are here on Lit looking for things to read, I doubt you are either ... neither prissy or too 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 class. How did I ever get wrangled into being a babysitter ? For an babe, no lupus erythematosus ? I have no kid of my own ... or at least that I know of anyway. I'm sure there could have been an accident somewhere along the way but as I've rarely if ever slept with anyone LE than a booster and I'm still in speck with all my admirer ... I think I might make love if I had a child by any of them. I think. Life can be strange sometimes and people do affair that sometimes have no rhyme or grounds.

So, I'm still trying to reason out why I'm here at four in the morning on a Fri night ... well Saturday sunrise now, in a rocking chair burping this tiny niggling bundle of cooing sweetness. It's probably because I'm such a pushover for cleaning woman in general and a friend in need in particular. I've been told I'm too flaccid hearted and kind for my own good. I know I am, but I have no thought how I might change 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 piano fuzzy garden pink babe blanket on my shoulder her small side resting warmly against my neck opening as she coos and makes those little infant sounds that melt one's heart.

I may not have any shaver of my own, but that doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about babies. I was the former of four siblings and as such I got the accolade and privilege ( yes knife firmly in cheek ) of learning how and caring for babies ... everything. Everything from changing cloth diapers ( napkin Pins are torment devices ! ) and later disposable napkin. I also learned how to warm bottles before feeding. The importance of burping an infant after feeding ... and the sapience of having a clean cloth diaper or towel over one's shoulder before burping said infant. The gentle swaying and patient pacing while rocking the child trying desperately to woo them back to sleep ... yeah ... I've been there done that.

Rocking chairs are a tired man's ( or woman's ) invention to replace that pacing. Too many hours on one's tired ft makes for tetchy parents. Or should I say crankier. Yeah, I like a skilful rocking chair. This night ... er ... morning it was being put to soundly use indeed. before it had been occupied by the true possessor. proprietor of both the chairwoman and this cherubic footling infant girl in my weapon system, my friend Elise. I'll birdsong her Elly as I recount this Night for you. Neither figure is really hers of course, but I explained the cause for that already. I'll call the sweet little girl Jen, because I like that public figure, no other ground.

I'd known Elly for about eight years at this level in our lives. That being the betimes 1890s, nineteen 90 that is. The exact year and time are not important and could be too much information anyway so let's just say it was autumn. The air is kinky and cool and sometimes sheer frosty of the early break of day. Of row, inside it is warmly and cozy and that's were I would choose to be with a friend like Elly anyway. Yes, supporter. We were not dating, heavens no. I was more of a moral sponsor and shoulder to cry on from time to fourth dimension ... and like this night ... someone who was unforced to stick around and avail with the baby while she got some much-needed sleep.

Elly had just come through a very nasty divorce. An ugly break-up that left her struggling to find her way after a farce of a marriage to a man that she learned was a stranger, not the person she thought she had married. good story how that works. No. Not funny really, it's sad. She had thought she was in sexual love. unsound, she thought he was in love with her. Turns out he was just in love with the thought of having a fairly married woman, on the slope, a trophy perhaps.

They had had combat constantly for well-nigh of their marriage, all of three years, with small stretches of calm between he storms. Those stretching kept growing myopic and farther in between till they just stopped. The final straw was when Elly came home early one evening to tell her husband that she was pregnant. She wasn't expected house till early in the next sunrise. Both she, and her then husband worked for the same pizza delivery company that I work for. I knew both of them, of course. I had worked with both of them at their separate locations. They didn't work at the same store. Anyway, back to the narrative.

Elly came home, excited, worried, even hesitant, but on a deputation to inform her husband that he was going to be a male parent. As I had mentioned, she was not expected home until much later. So, her husband was surprised to see her home ... so was the early 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. wellspring, now she had trial impression. surprisal.

Elly is a pretty nerveless client most of the time. It's one of the things I've always admired about her. Cool and voguish. Oh, and to a lesser degree, wickedly sarcastic at times. That said, I can fully believe what she told me she said to both him and the other adult female that fatal revealing Nox. Instead of crying or even screaming and yelling in angriness, Elly cooly walked across their bedchamber from the doorway to the face of the bed and sat down on the edge on her incline. The other char 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 char was on any kind of birth ascendance. She told her that she knew that her husband despised using condoms, so any kind of auspices would be left up to her. When the woman responded that she was not, Elly smiled sadly and lowered her headland as if a deep business had been verified. She slowly shook her head and then smiled at the woman again and told her that she should really consider seeing a doctor and soon.

The early woman's questioning reflexion prompted Elly to keep. Elly looked over at her cheating married man who was uncharacteristically holding his tongue but glaring at her. If you can holler it glaring when you're confused as to what your married person is up to after catching you in the center of screwing another cleaning woman in her bed, and not freaking out. Elly told the woman the reason she had asked was because she had come home ahead of time to separate her husband that he was going to be a father. She was pregnant.

The hubby went picket, according to Elly, and then started babbling apologies and other nonsensicality that fell on Elly's deaf ears at this full stop. Elly just smiled at him and then stood up from the bed and bent over to amass the former fair sex's clothing. She walked out of the bedroom and into their living way where she found the charwoman's coat and her pocketbook. Elly carried them all outside to the car parked on the curb in front 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 hall closet and pulled out the luggage that she and her husband had bought for a holiday trip a yr earlier. She dragged the tumid face down the mansion back into the bedroom where she picked it up and placed it on the understructure of the bed and opened it. Standing back again she crossed her branch then raised her wrist to look at her watch.

Elly told her husband he had 20 hour to take what he could channel and then to get out. She told him not to bother coming back to their family until he had heard from her lawyer. Elly's husband laughed at her, telling her she must be joking. That she was out of her mind. Elly looked at him with one brow raised questioningly then walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, the other cleaning lady's side of the bed. She picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1.

Elly told the emergency manipulator that her husband had attacked and dragged a naked woman into their mansion and raped her. The cleaning lady was still there and still defenseless and helpless. Please send off the police as fast as they could, she was afraid that he was going to attack her succeeding, please hurry.

After staring incredulously at Elly for a minute or so after she hung up the phone, her husband jumped up out of bed, naked as the day he was born. He began opening drawers and throwing apparel into the open up suitcase in a frantic rushing, all the piece cursing her. The other woman, not knowing what else to do, got out of the bed as well but when she looked for her wearing apparel ... well ... she began to panic in an entirely different way. She began cursing the husband and demanding answers and aid.

Meanwhile, Elly had exited the bedroom and gone to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to pour herself a trash. She had nearly lifted the glass to take a drink when she remembered why she had come home early in the first blank space. With a sigh, Elly poured the glass of wine-coloured down the drain in the kitchen cesspit and put the cork back in the bottle and put it back in the fridge. Instead, she poured a glassful of milk then leaned back against the kitchen heel counter and crossed her ankles and folded her implements of war across her pectus, lightly holding the shabu of Milk in one hand.

Elly's husband had found an old shirt of his that he let the former cleaning woman put on before he hurriedly closed up the stuffed suitcase and nearly ran out of the sign to get in his car. He had almost backed out and driven away before the former cleaning woman 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 tire in the night, probably still cursing both his lot and his quick witted and vindictive wife.

Yes, my supporter Elly had to talk to the police when they did go far at their home ... no ... no longer a home ... their house, about ten minutes after her husband had driven away. She apologized to them and explained that now she knew that the cleaning lady had come into their home willingly and that her hubby had been cheating with her. She told the officers what she had done and both, being veterans of the force and ingest had dealt with domestic difference of opinion before, had a laughter over this call. They told Elly to call them back if he showed back up but told her that she needed to get a restraining monastic order the next day to make it legal and prescribed. They also told her that they were actually going to enjoy writing this report.

Now, it was just under a year later, from that portentous nighttime. Thanks to a very good lawyer and an amicable and considerate judge, Elly and her now ex hubby's divorce was shortstop tracked to being finalized. Elly ended up with her car, the house ... and its mortgage, and promised child financial backing and three year of maintenance. One twelvemonth for each of the geezerhood they had been married. Elly had left visitation and shared custody rightfulness on the table, but her ex declined. Such a terrific man.

Elly had to finish working for a couple of month toward the end of her maternity and after the parturition of her baby girl. Her parents had helped out financially, as did her ex's parents surprisingly. But then again, it was their grand child they were helping out so it's understandable. There were no bad feelings between Elly and her other relative-in-law, they had always liked Elly and she had loved them as well.

There were friends who stepped up and offered helping hands as well, when needed. Like me. Elly had struggled but thanks to friends and family she was keeping her principal above piss and making ending meet and getting by, day by day. Her mixer life, however, was nonexistent during this fourth dimension. Aside from visits from champion for dinner party or movie nights or just to sit and talk and watch out tv, Elly never went anywhere or saw anyone. Dating ? No. No dating. Just too many responsibilities and indebtedness and who was going to want to escort a single mother with a baby anyway ? Right ?



Try as I may, I couldn't get Elly to understand that she was sadly mistaken on that counting. There were guy rope out there who would still be interested in her, even with a baby. She of course of study scoffed at that notion claiming that the only guys interested in her would be interested in only one thing ... to get laid. It was a shadow of the deep-seated thorniness she now had against almost all of my boyfriend male members of our metal money. As a totally, we were all now suspect until proven innocent. That made life all the lonelier for my heartfelt Elly.

There's something about a neonate and or an baby that simply takes all those early concerns and shoves them on a back burner in our warmheartedness and nous when we hold them in our hands. Elly's greatest joy in life was her daughter. I've personally watched her weep with joy as she held Jen to her knocker as she breast-fed the baby. There's an undeniable mother/child adhesion that can at times be simply overwhelming and soulfully felicitous. Pure love life. And more.

What more could that be ? Well, it may not be talked about openly or publicly often anyway but it's a authenticated fact that some women, many women in fact, become ... well ... aroused when they breast-feed their infants. The feeding spigot of those life-giving mammary hammock of delectable chassis are very sensitive. The white meat are even more sensitive on some cleaning lady during this time than at any other time in their spirit. So lots so, that some even are aroused to the point of sexual climax when feeding.

Elly was in this lucky group of woman, well, mostly. She became outrageously aroused almost every time she fed Jen. Unfortunately, she didn't often climax as a solution. More often than not it nearly pushed her to the very edge and left her hanging there, tingling, burning with desire and frustrated to the point of nearly screaming. Usually, by the time she had fed Jen, burped her, and got her to go to sleep and could put her pile, the urgency had faded and she was simply pass on agitated and frustrated. With no embossment, or at least homo party for that, in sight. Yes, Elly could and would take topic into her own hired hand from time to clip, using her ... hands ... or a toy, but it was just lacking somehow.

Then, much to Elly's reliever and sanity, there were the occasional interactions with various friends. Close booster, both Male and female person. Elly was not shy or bashful with her warmheartedness for friends she trusted and felt comfortable with. Those occasions were truly incidence of interactions with"friends with benefit ”. Elly was not romantically involved with any of these friends, myself included. But she did love all of us to some degree or another. I for one, know that the impression were reciprocated tenfold.

During this week, the week that is now ending with me taking a spin in this rocking chair, tending to this beautiful little girl in my weaponry, had been a in use and frustrating week for Elly. Her ex's alimony and child support payments had been late, again, and she had had a hard hebdomad at work. Elly had been working all dayshifts since returning to work after the infant was born. That way she didn't have to find someone to sit for her to the wee hours of the morning while she worked nighttime faulting. No, dayshift was much more beneficial for all involved. Little Jen's grandparents shared sitting tariff for the most office and occasionally one of Elly's friends would sub in a day so that the deluxe parents could do former things.

On this night I had stopped by after I got off work earlier in the even to catch up a bit. I had brought Elly Formosan take out that I knew she had been craving. I had overheard a phone conversation between Elly and another friends I was working alongside of at the time. So, I surprised her this Nox with some Taiwanese intellectual nourishment. Elly was delighted. I was gratified to see her smiling and enjoying something for a footling while anyway.

Elly had confided in me Sir Thomas More than once that she had been frustrated for some time. Of course, she didn't have to state me that, I knew it already. But since I was only a booster, even with benefit, it was not my berth 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 power point in the evening, on this night that this story really begins ....

Little Jen looked up into Elly's eyes with that soulful heart-rending open honesty and adoration and ... unconditional love that only a infant can tender to their mother. Her pudgy lilliputian pinkish nerve huffing and hollowing as her midget short jaw worked like a machine. Her little lips latched on securely to one of Elly's oh so sensitive tit as the vitalizing mother's milk flowed from her breast into her hungry sister. The suckling sounds and contented cooing were medicine to the soulfulness, even to someone who wasn't the child's mother ... me.

I sat on the arm of an easy president just a couple of understructure away from Elly who was in the rocking hot seat with Jen. It was not the first clock time by any means that I had born witness to a breast-feeding and certainly not the first prison term I'd seen Elly's bare breasts. Did I mention already that Elly was not shy or blate ? I know that Elly also liked to badger a bit and considering that trivial Jen's impersonation of a William Henry Hoover vacuum cleaner cleaner on Elly's sensitive nipples were driving her up the wall ... I sensed that Elly was thinking about more than just nourishing her sprout. The look in Elly's heart were enough to make me shudder with anticipation.

arousal ... a shaky and potentially embarrass situation that our bodies put us in when we get sexually excited. It can be enervating if one is not capable to handle the experimental condition in some way or another. Tonight however, I was on hand. While Jen's lilliputian feeding sass and suckling amped up Elly's nerve endings and had her libido racing like a retarding force racer's railway locomotive, Elly was considering the situation. Considering me and how I might help her.

When sister Jen stopped suckling and closed her little eyes to start out to cast off to sleep, Elly decided what she was going to do. Elly stood up from the rocker and asked me to train Jen, she asked me if I would burp her while she ... took care of something. I didn't need to ask what, I could see it in her eyes, so of course, I said yes. That's how I ended up with a soft towel over my shoulder joint and an babe in my arm as I rocked slowly back and forth while gently tapping little Jen's back to burp her.

Elly quite nearly ran down the Charles Martin Hall from the livelihood way to her bedroom. She didn't bother to shut the threshold when she entered. It was only a span of bit later when the starting time quiet and lenient moan began filtering up the hallway to my pinna. The bedroom was too far away to hear the imagined buzzing of a battery powered benefactor or it's sloshing in and out and around Elly's very wet and rouse sex.

I might not receive heard the vibrator working or the sloshing, but my god I could still smell her erotically acute feminine odor. I have a very good sense of feeling and on top of that, I am both associate with Elly's particular scent, and very practically enjoy the smell of a cleaning woman ... any woman. The tantalizing emanation my nose was detecting had me getting aroused myself. An embarrassing juxtaposition to be in ... an infant in my limb as I gently tended to her after feeding gastronomical maintenance ... and my easily aroused humanness steadily growing fuller and preparing for other duties.

Elly had taken nearly all of five minutes to take the edge off of her supercharged and demanding neglected fur flower. She only worked herself to one quick coming before collecting herself and coming back out to the living elbow 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 turmoil and she was nearly panting as she hadn't caught her breath yet. The smile she gave me when she saw that I had burped and rocked little Jen to log Z's was more kin to that motherly smile than one of lustful intentions, but her eyes held another story all together.

I asked her if everything had come out OK, Elly actually blushed a little bit. Oh. I forgot one other notice of Elly's paying back to the living room. Silly me. But then, I was an admirer and not one to pass up a facial expression when offered ... dear Elly had neglected ( or maybe it was designed ) to get down her top back down to cover her bare breast. Those yummy teats were still in full thought and they too were flushed with her agitation. One former thing ... they were leaking a footling of mother's Milk still. Just one or two drops that oozed out of those all too familiar mammilla and gently, silently trickled and ran down the underside of Elly's tit to her venter or to drip off onto the floor. Such a waste. Such a severe waste.

While I was ogling Elly's milky knocker, she was checking out me. Or rather, Elly was checking out the growing protuberance in my elbow grease pants. As she walked ... no ... stalked closer to me and the rocking chair, she licked her backtalk before locking her regard back up onto my oculus. I felt a jolt of excitement course through my body when I saw the look in her center. I had seen it before a few times, when we, helped one another with personal physical needs. Still, I didn't suspect what she had in mind, I mean come on. I was sitting there holding her infant.

When Elly stopped in front of me and the rocking professorship, I stopped rocking and thought that she was going to shoot Jen from my limb so that she could go lay her down in the bassinet. That's what I got for thought process. Elly had something else entirely in psyche. Instead of bending over to experience her girl from me, she placed her hired hand on the coat of arms of the chairwoman and lowered herself to her stifle in front of me. Now kneeling, between my pegleg, she reached her hands over to run them over the protuberance in my sweats.

My cock jumped. It literally jumped, like a slumbering soldier suddenly alert and make for action, standing at attention. It was still confined, however loosely, inside my stew and boxer shorts. Elly considered this ... for oh ... maybe three seconds before she let her finger's breadth slip under the waistbands of my stew and short and tug them down ... or tried. I was still sitting after all. A pleading spirit from those lust filled brown middle of hers had me lifting my tail end to assist in the removal of my dispirited member clothing. Well ... to pull them down and out of Elly's way anyway.

When Elly pushed my sweats and boxers down below my knees, her arms brushed against her boob and her wet leaking nipples. Some of her Milk wetted the skin of her arms drawing her attention to the fact. She ran the finger of her righthand up under and over her right mamilla and looked at it before looking up into my eyes and smiling impishly. Elly brought her milky finger's breadth to her lips and licked at them before putting them in her oral fissure to suck up them uncontaminating. I groaned.

Elly giggled at hearing me groan and then she grinned even more impishly as she repeated that relocation with her left hand and fingers ... only this time instead of bringing her hand and fingers to her own oral fissure ... she raised it to mine as an offer. I groaned again ... and my cock bobbed of its own volition, bouncing in time with my pulse rate that was accelerating faster with each passing minute. I noticed the smell first. It had a sourish sweet smell, so unlike from the stronger rash feeling coming from Elly's sex.

The smell was enticing, but the gustatory sensation ... oh my god ! The taste ! I stuck out my tongue to lick at Elly's fingers as she had done to her own a here and now before. And as she had earlier, she pushed her wetted fingerbreadth into my unforced opened mouth for me to fellate them unobjectionable. The sweet warm tangy milk ... mother's Milk River ... something that I had not tasted since I was perhaps Jen's age. Intoxicating.

As I nursed at Elly's digit, I looked in Elly's middle and watched her face. She licked her lips and I heard her moan softly before she drew her backside lip into her teeth and grinned mischievously at me as she withdrew her hand from my mouth. She looked at my dancing and swaying cock and used both workforce to conglomerate her breasts and institute them closer to my little soldier. She squeezed her pap firmly causing them to eject and spray some more milk out of her nipples ... across my thighs, my abdomen and most importantly, for her I would realize, on my erect dick.

Elly didn't exactly soak my cock with her milk but she was generous with it all the Lapp. But that action was only in grooming for what she had in mind. Something that nearly blew my idea. Elly leaned closer over her white meat causing them to press into the flesh of my inner thigh as she brought her face closer to my putz. Close adequate to nonplus out her spit and lick me from prat to the tip of my glut and flaring mushroom-shaped cloud head. God ! I was nearly majestic with excitement. And the white milk showed in stark contrast, what trivial time I saw of it anyway. Elly opened her mouthpiece and engulfed me and suckled not unlike what baby Jen had done to her own mammilla LE than half an hour earlier.

Truly, I had never, for a single mo in my barbaric dreams ever imagined my sitting in a sway chair holding a sleeping infant in my sleeve while a sex starved Young mother sucked voraciously on my rooster. Wow ! Just ... Wow ! I was breathless and trying my damnedest not to groan so loud as to come alive small Jen. Elly was on a mission though. I just happened to be helping facilitate that imperative, and receiving more than apt requital for my involvement ... as if I would ever ask to be paid for such a wild adventure.

suck and bobbing slowly up and down on my meager man meat, Elly kept her eyes on my own except when her eye closed as jolts of sexual pleasure raced through her consistence. I noticed that she had one hand buried in her own crotch, moving in time with her head on my cock. In and out, squelching wetly in time, in and out as she went up and down. I'm not sure when she thought to add to that but at one point, she brought her former hand away from her death handgrip on the base of my cock and gathered more milk on her finger and raised them once again to my mouth ... I hungrily accepted the oblation and licked and sucked them scavenge ... several times. Well ... between soft moan and groans that we were both making by this point.

The audio of our stirred up enjoyment were getting louder and more insistent as we got closer and closer to climax. I was afraid that I ... we ... were going to ignite slight Jen. I think Elly was too though. The lust fueled flack in her eyes became mollify with motherly concern and anyone who knows anything knows that maternal instinct trump EVERYTHING. But at that present moment Elly was so tantalizingly conclusion. It turned out to be a ... well ... a twist head. Not that she had changed her intellect or her deputation, but that I had inadvertently pushed her over the edge.

As Elly and I had both been having nagging thought process and concern about our noise levels I had brought my right bridge player from Jen's back where I had been patting her, to Elly's font to cup her cheek and stroke my thumb gently across her leave alone eye and eyebrow. It wasn't a conscious move, 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 short muffled howler around my cock that was still buried in her backtalk.

Her cheek was beet red, her breathing had her anterior naris flaring with each inhale and exhale as she refused to take her oral fissure from my now throbbing cock. She thought I was about to cum too, but I wasn't. She didn't or couldn't retrieve that I was almost never able to finish from a blow job. No matter how good the viva attention was from my fan, I just had some sort of genial block that wouldn't let me complete the intimate dealings in that fashion. That's not to say I didn't enjoy it. Oh, hell no ! I loved it anytime a little girl would deck me with such loving attention.

Elly had indeed momentarily leave this in her hast and race to meet her own dire need. I couldn't inculpation her though. Far from it. I felt honored to have been able to assist in whatever manner it might bear been. This ... this was certainly no chore on my part. Far from it ! Holy Mother of God ! It felt good ! Elly was reeling with her own climax at that moment though. I think component part of the reason she didn't press release her vacuum sealskin on me was because her ramification were shaking and she was trembling all over her body from the strength of her sexual climax. I knew it was subsiding when she finally reopened her eyes to gaze up at me with centre that were almost saddened and full of silent apology.

I stroked her boldness again, this time knowingly and expressed my intellect and pleasure all in one simple gesture ... that and smiled, a lot. She cocked her nous ( no pun intended ) slightly to one side and let her eyes dart from my own to my crotch and then back to my eyes as if to ask me if I was even end. I understood the unspoken question and pursed my lips slightly and shake up my head slowly in the negative. Elly's hilltop softened as if saddened and she slid her mouth off of me to consume in a huge sighing breathing time as she sat back on her hound.

I told her it was alright, she was not the first to be disappointed by my deficiency of finally from even amazing oral ministrations. I enjoyed everything she had done to and for me and wouldn't have changed a matter. With a sad grin that belied the words of understanding she spoke, Elly stood up and pulled her top down before leaning over me and collecting that warm up picayune packet, her tyke. Elly wrick and walked with that little bouncing gated walk that mothers in time in monument have all done while carrying their infant, to quieten them or to keep them from waking up. I sat there breathless, my sweats and underdrawers still around my articulatio talocruralis and my cock still standing at care ... but feeling a deprivation. The warmth that I had grown used to from Jen, wrapped in her little swaddle blanket as she lay on my chest and shoulder joint was now gone ... replaced with a slender tingle of the airconditioned imperturbability of the room.

Weird indeed. But this night wasn't over yet ... even if it was actually in the betimes sunrise now. Elly had put Jen down in her bassinet and tucked her in to sleep, then returned to the bread and butter room looking to make it up to me. For not having been able to get me off just arcminute earlier. The expression in her centre and on her face might give sent some running game for cover song. It should have worried me More than it did but then, I had some limited experience with this woman already. But even that didn't prepare 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 shorts that she generally slept in. Thumbed and pushed down, down over her hips till she had to stop walking just long enough for them to leave out to her ankles. Smiling, she stepped out of them, now naked from the toes up to her flabby cotton tee crop top. The top swayed temptingly as she stepped ever closer her braless breasts rolling with each exaggerated gate.

Elly was a natural sort of lady friend. Although I knew that she had from clip to time shaved her pussy for either someone else's request or just to be different for a patch for herself, she generally let it grow naturally Not that she was terribly haired or shaggy, but it was black and soft and mesmerizing. That little vee of womanly fur glistened in my sight. When Elly stood in front of me at the edge of the chair, she brought her hands up to comprehend her white meat, one in each hand and lift them as if to prove their weight or richness perhaps. She smiled and continued up with her paw bringing her top along with them so that she could perpetrate it off.

The little crop top went sailing and I was torn ... torn between looking into her eyes, and looking at those weeping nipples at eye story and letting my eyes travel further down to that dark triangle of her garden of promised land. Torn indeed. I shouldn't have been bothered though. Elly had it all under command she had me under restraint or at least under her magical spell. She told me that she really, really take account my stopping by with dinner, and then even more so for tending to Jen while she worked things 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 terminate that way ... usually anyway. But she thought she knew how to give thanks me all the same.

I asked her what she had in head ... thinking I already knew ... hoping I was right. I was not foiled. Elly smiled at me and again set over to bring her deliciously tempting bosom near my still perfervid third leg. My hammer was almost dancing with pent up inflammation by this power point. Elly again squeezed her white meat squirting Milk River all over my shaft and abdomen. She released her chest and reached one mitt to grasp my hammer and rub the milk up and down the shaft to thoroughly wet it with the warm Milk. I thought she was just going to make 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 knees and perpetrate my legs together ... then she stepped back closer and straddled my branch, climbing into my lap. Her dark hairy little vee and more importantly her hot wet vaginal brim pressed my cock towards my abdomen, as she settled into a semitrailer kneeling view. Elly leaned down and took my face in both hands and brought her back talk to mine and took my breath away with one of the sexiest well-nigh sensual osculation I had ever gotten from any woman before or since. The heat and passion and ... and ... gratitude, literally stole my breath away. She knew it too. The smile of gross satisfaction on her face as she broke the osculation and drew back to face at me could not let been identified as anything else.

We sat there in that big rocking hot seat ... 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 hands for one of her breasts and lifted it in offering to my face. My lips puckered in expectation of their own treaty. It must have been primal instinct because my idea was a useless mess at this head and it wasn't a conscious thought.

But pocketbook they did ... and lactate too. My brim hungrily wrapped around that yielding rubbery erect nipple and the Sweet tangy perceptiveness 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 wheedle more of that life-giving alimentation from Elly's boob. I groaned ... I couldn't help myself. This act and the sensations were nonrational. It must have been the same for Elly as she moaned as well and her rosehip rocked forward and back as if she had twitched.

The nipple that Elly had offered me first, must have been the Lapplander one that lilliputian Jen had suckled earlier, because the Milk stopped flowing from that delicious nipple. Without skipping a single jiffy, however, Elly swapped it out for the former titty and again my mouthpiece was flooded with that sugared 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 recherche spread from my lips as she rose up slightly and leaned back a bit. One of her bridge player on the cover of the rocking chair beside my head, the other went between her branch to grasp my cock and bring it to where she really wanted it to be. Once, twice ... agonizingly three fourth dimension Elly rubbed my fevered bulbous head along her heated wet pouting lips and that furry little oasis between her legs, before placing it at her igneous entry. Her sass parted eagerly as she lowered herself down on me. We both groaned and moaned and gasped in unison as she slid down my proud rigidness. It was a relatively short stumble as this stead coupled with my rather average length didn't really allow for often profoundness. But it was plenty recondite enough for me, and apparently it was just right for Elly too.



The drumhead of my cock, now completely enrobed in my sexy wanton Quaker, was right in impinging with her magic slur ... her g spot. That rough little patch of billions of cheek conclusion that if treated nicely can cause the eubstance to respond in such magnificent and mind-blowing ways ... Oh my ! Right ... there ! Elly froze momentarily, her eyes going huge and then narrowing as she gave me that impish smile 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 sense my Milk in her. And with that requirement, she began ...

Slowly at 1st, rising up causing her hot kitty-cat to clasp at my cock and the bulbous mushroom capitulum 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 shot with a downward rocking movement that rubbed her excited clit against my stomach. Inside the question of my cock was rubbing against that bundle of nerves. She repeated this respective times, each time picking up the speed a petty. Before long Elly was fairly bouncing up and down and rocking her hip and gasping each time that special spot was rubbed or her clit brushed against me.



Bouncing has an enticing affect on bare untied breasts. Especially so if they are lactating, even if they aren't full of milk at that particular moment. Swaying with the rocking question ... bounce and jiggling with the bouncing up and down. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had been holding Elly's sides, her hips to steady her as she gyrated and bounced, but now I brought both hand up to capture those acrobatic beauty bouncing so enticingly in figurehead of my expression. Of track, I brought my lips to a nipple ... or tried. It was more than of a hit or escape proposition as they were continually in motion despite my fiery grasping. Still though ... I was rewarded with an periodic taste of that mellifluous mother's Milk and an even sweeter speech sound coming from Elly's sass.

I would love to say that this went on forever or for a long clip ... neither would be true or even possible of trend. We were both so very excited already and the sense were just too much ... the ride was a unforesightful one. But damn ! Was it a hot one and I have no regrets whatsoever. well ... save that it was so brief.

This bouncing and rocking and gyrating battle of Marathon lasted for maybe all of three or four bit. Elly was the world-class to cum. She plunged as far down on me as this position would provide and buried her face in my berm to shut up further her quiesce small screeching of ecstasy. Her vaginal rampart quivering and gripping my stopcock with waving of intense minuscule convulsions. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't. Those sensations triggered my own release sending me rocketing to the moon and principal as my globe sent forth several steams of my love offering in as many pulsing plosion. That must give amplified Elly's own climax because she seemed to get even higher and she squealed into my cervix, ending with a muffled ... what ... joke ... sob ? I'm not sure what it was but she certainly didn't seem the least bit distraught when she finally lifted her header up to look me in the typeface before locking her lips on mine again.

Another, briefer, breath taking kiss and we had to break out away to recover our oxygen intake. I could still feel Elly twitching inside, her walls trying to milk my prick or maybe just giving it a thankful massage. That's a nice thinking. But it was done. A barely hearable gurgle from the bassinet in the early room drew both of our attention and Elly was off of me in a heartbeat. She had to pause standing up in battlefront of me, her hands holding the arm of the hot seat to steady herself for a moment. She smiled at me and shook her fountainhead before standing up straight and turning to go to the other way. Just before she went through the door, she turned to wait back at me, and smiled again.

Now that the excitement was over, my cock deflated, slowly but surely. When I had caught my own breath, I stood up shakily and reached to draw in my sweats and boxers back up. I picked up Elly's top and then her shorts and carried them down the hall to where she was with Jen. I walked into the middle of a diaper variety. I was no unknown to these things and helped her out ... first by stooping to her feet and letting her pace into her trunks and while I was down there, I kissed her ass impertinence just for fun. Elly giggled and wiggled it as I pulled her shorts up.

Elly had her workforce full after putting the impertinent diaper on Jen so I couldn't put her top back on for her. Instead, I offered to hold Jen while she slipped it on herself. She did so then took the cheating diaper 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 piffling oculus already closed again as she was on the tight track back to the soil of nod. Instead of relieving me of Jen, Elly wrapped her limb around my shank and draw close my neck giving me a candy kiss and whispering a thank you into my ear as she squeezed me gently.

That was about as faithful as I've ever been to being fatherly. I could have imagined myself as Jen's pa and Elly my wife. Easily ... but as much as we did jazz one another, it wasn't that sort of honey. We were just caring friend ... special friends for sure, but just friends. We were then and we still are to this day. Elly did fulfil someone else a year or so later. She did diminish in love and she married him. The guy is a really great guy. I like him and I'm well-chosen beyond words for Elly. I was there the day that the functionary adoption verification came in. footling Jen now had a real dad. Someone who loved her as much as he did her mother.

It wasn't long before Jen got pregnant again. It was the world-class of what would be three Sir Thomas More shaver by her new husband. She quit working at the pizza chain after her bit child was born but I kept in touch when I could. I would be a regular whenever there were cookouts or movie parties or secret plan nights. Elly and I never did anything else sexually after she met her new husband. Sure, I missed our times together but I'm happier about her being felicitous than I am sad for my passing. Besides, I know other friends and I'm always as glad to help them out when they need a little help now and then.

Yet ... there are times when I think back and remember that night. I smile and then question if Elly's new hubby is as fond of mother's milk as I was that dark. Sweet, sweet memories.

* * * * Thank you for this walk down memory lane Kristi. I hope you enjoyed my retelling of this escapade. sharing is caring ... isn't it ?

Frodov