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All mortal substantial or fictional in this story engaging in sexual activity are 18 long time old or former. There is a child, an infant, mentioned but in no way or mean value was the child involved.

I had an interesting New World chat on Lit with another source one evening. It amazed me how well we connected considering having never met one another and being separated by both age and geographical length. She shared quite a lot with me, and I with her. It was a"discussion"we had one evening that brought back a memory board from my past that just brought a grin to my grimace and it stayed there for a couple of days. I mentioned a small about it to her that evening but I have decided to recount that dangerous undertaking with a short tale here. I will have to spell it more as a fictitious account statement that my usual true stories as the lead"character reference ”, other than myself, is still happily married ... to mortal else. And ... I would not like her any grief or harm from something I shared in a story.

I must preface this oblation with a monitory word of advice ... or heads up ... to and for those who might be a petty weird about pregnancy and sex ... or ... well ... you'll have to read it I suppose. Just, if your squeamish or overly victorian, just don't read this story. Then again ... if you are here on Lit looking for things to read, I doubt you are either ... neither nice or too prudish. That said. Enjoy.

Kristi ... this is for you.

~Mother's Milk~

I'm a man ... I'm a knight bachelor ... I've lived alone for geezerhood. How did I ever get wrangled into being a babysitter ? For an baby, no less ? I have no small fry of my own ... or at least that I know of anyway. I'm sure there could let been an stroke somewhere along the way but as I've rarely if ever slept with anyone less than a supporter and I'm still in touch with all my friends ... I think I might know if I had a tike by any of them. I think. Life can be strange sometimes and people 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 morn on a Friday night ... well Sabbatum morning now, in a rocking chair burping this tiny little bundle of cooing sweetness. It's probably because I'm such a piece of cake for women in general and a admirer in need in particular proposition. I've been told I'm too soft hearted and form for my own good. I know I am, but I have no theme how I might commute that ... even if I wanted to. Which I don't ... So, here I sit rocking slowly and gently patting this infant young woman swaddled in a delicate fuzzy pink babe blanket on my shoulder her little face resting warmly against my neck as she coos and makes those minuscule infant sounds that melt one's heart.

I may not have any children of my own, but that doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about babies. I was the older of four siblings 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 cloth napkin ( Diaper pivot are rack twist ! ) and later disposable diapers. I also learned how to warm up feeding bottle before feeding. The grandness of burping an infant after feeding ... and the wisdom of having a clean cloth nappy or towel over one's shoulder before burping said baby. The blue swaying and affected role pacing while rocking the child trying desperately to woo them back to log Z's ... yeah ... I've been there done that.

Rocking chairperson are a tired man's ( or woman's ) conception to supplant that pacing. Too many hours on one's wear base makes for cranky parents. Or should I say scratchy. Yeah, I like a good rocking chair. This nighttime ... er ... morning it was being put to good use indeed. Earlier it had been occupied by the true possessor. proprietor of both the chair and this sweet niggling babe girl in my weapons system, my admirer Elise. I'll song her Elly as I recount this night for you. Neither epithet is really hers of track, but I explained the intellect for that already. I'll call the sweet short girl Jen, because I like that figure, no other reason.

I'd known Elly for about eight old age at this point in our lives. That being the ahead of time nineties, nineteen nineties that is. The precise year and clip are not important and could be too much information anyway so let's just say it was autumn. The air is frosty and sang-froid and sometimes sheer frosty of the early morning. Of course, inside it is warm and cozy and that's were I would prefer to be with a friend like Elly anyway. Yes, Friend. We were not dating, heavens no. I was more of a moral supporter and shoulder to cry on from clock time to metre ... and like this night ... mortal who was willing to bide and help 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 wedlock to a man that she learned was a unknown, not the person she thought she had married. Funny how that works. No. Not singular really, it's sad. She had thought she was in beloved. forged, she thought he was in love with her. Turns out he was just in love life with the idea of having a jolly married woman, on the side, a trophy perhaps.

They had had fights constantly for nearly of their marriage, all of three geezerhood, with small stretchiness of calm between he storms. Those reach kept growing short and farther in between till they just stopped. The final shuck was when Elly came home early one evening to tell her husband that she was pregnant. She wasn't expected home till early in the adjacent morning. Both she, and her then married man worked for the same pizza pie delivery company that I work for. I knew both of them, of course. I had worked with both of them at their separate location. They didn't workplace at the Lapplander computer storage. Anyway, back to the narrative.

Elly came home, excited, worried, even hesitant, but on a mission to inform her husband that he was going to be a founder. As I had mentioned, she was not expected home until much later. So, her husband was surprised to see her menage ... so was the other adult female in bed with him. Elly was surprised too, well ... maybe not so very 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 proof. Surprise.

Elly is a pretty cool client about of the time. It's one of the things I've always admired about her. poise and voguish. Oh, and to a lesser arcdegree, wickedly sarcastic at prison term. That said, I can fully conceive what she told me she said to both him and the other woman that fateful revealing dark. Instead of crying or even screaming and yelling in ira, Elly cooly walked across their sleeping room from the doorway to the position of the bed and sat down on the edge on her side of meat. The other woman was cringing under the cover charge 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 woman was on any kind of nascency control. She told her that she knew that her husband despised using condom, so any variety of protection would be left up to her. When the womanhood responded that she was not, Elly smiled sadly and lowered her headway as if a deep business had been verified. She slowly shook her head and then smiled at the charwoman again and told her that she should really view seeing a doctor and soon.

The other woman's questioning expression prompted Elly to continue. Elly looked over at her cheating hubby who was uncharacteristically holding his knife but glaring at her. If you can predict 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 reasonableness she had asked was because she had come home ahead of time to tell her husband that he was going to be a father. She was meaning.

The married man went picket, according to Elly, and then started babbling excuse and former folderal that fell on Elly's deafen pinna at this head. Elly just smiled at him and then stood up from the bed and bent over to compile the other charwoman's clothing. She walked out of the bedroom and into their sustenance way where she found the woman's coat and her purse. Elly carried them all outside to the car parked on the curb in movement of their theater. 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 hubby had bought for a vacation trip a yr earlier. She dragged the larger font down the hall back into the bedroom where she picked it up and placed it on the foot of the bed and opened it. Standing back again she crossed her sleeve then raised her wrist to face at her watch.

Elly told her husband he had twenty minutes to load down what he could bear and then to get out. She told him not to discommode coming back to their house 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 woman's side of the bed. She picked up the earphone and dialed 9-1-1.

Elly told the emergency operator that her married man had attacked and dragged a bare woman into their house and raped her. The woman was still there and still naked and helpless. Please commit the police as fast as they could, she was afraid that he was going to attack her side by side, please hurry.

After staring incredulously at Elly for a minute or so after she hung up the phone, her married man jumped up out of bed, naked as the day he was born. He began opening shorts and throwing clothes into the heart-to-heart grip in a frantic rush, all the spell cursing her. The early woman, not knowing what else to do, got out of the bed as well but when she looked for her dress ... well ... she began to panic in an entirely dissimilar way. She began cursing the husband and demanding answers and avail.

Meanwhile, Elly had exited the sleeping accommodation and gone to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to pour herself a glass. She had nearly lifted the glass to lease a boozing when she remembered why she had come home early in the get-go lieu. With a sigh, Elly poured the glass of wine-coloured down the drain in the kitchen cesspit and put the cork back in the nursing bottle and put it back in the fridge. Instead, she poured a glass of Milk River then leaned back against the kitchen counter and crossed her ankles and folded her munition across her thorax, lightly holding the spyglass of milk in one hand.

Elly's husband had found an old shirt of his that he let the other woman put on before he hurriedly closed up the stuffed traveling bag and nearly ran out of the house to get in his car. He had almost backed out and driven away before the other char yelled and flagged him down when she discovered all her thing had been locked inside her own car and she was lost and nearly raw and stranded. He let her into his car, what a gentleman, and then get off with a squeal of tires in the Night, probably still cursing both his fortune and his quick witted and spiteful married woman.

Yes, my champion Elly had to talk to the constabulary when they did arrive at their home ... no ... no longer a home ... their business firm, 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 menage willingly and that her husband had been cheating with her. She told the officers what she had done and both, being veterans of the personnel and have had dealt with domestic disputes before, had a laugh over this vociferation. They told Elly to call up them back if he showed back up but told her that she needed to get a restraining order the next day to earn it effectual and functionary. They also told her that they were actually going to revel writing this report.

Now, it was just under a year later, from that portentous night. Thanks to a very well attorney and an amicable and considerate judge, Elly and her now ex husband's divorce was suddenly tracked to being finalized. Elly ended up with her car, the menage ... and its mortgage, and promised small fry reenforcement and three years of maintenance. One year for each of the age they had been married. Elly had left visitation and shared custody rights on the table, but her ex declined. Such a marvellous man.

Elly had to stop working for a duet of calendar month toward the end of her gestation and after the birth of her baby girlfriend. Her parents had helped out financially, as did her ex's parents surprisingly. But then again, it was their lordly child they were helping out so it's perceivable. There were no bad feelings between Elly and her late in-laws, they had always liked Elly and she had loved them as well.

There were protagonist who stepped up and offered helping hands as well, when needed. Like me. Elly had struggled but thanks to supporter and family she was keeping her head above water and making ends meet and getting by, day by day. Her societal life story, however, was nonexistent during this time. Aside from visit from friends for dinner or movie nights or just to sit and talk and view tv, Elly never went anywhere or saw anyone. Dating ? No. No dating. Just too many responsibleness and indebtedness and who was going to require to date a single female parent with a babe anyway ? rightfulness ?



Try as I may, I couldn't get Elly to realise that she was sadly mistaken on that count. There were cat out there who would still be interested in her, even with a sister. She of course of study scoffed at that notion claiming that the only hombre interest in her would be interested in only one thing ... to get laid. It was a apparition of the planted bitterness she now had against almost all of my fella male members of our coinage. As a whole, we were all now suspect until proven innocent. That made life all the lonelier for my pricey Elly.

There's something about a newborn baby and or an infant that simply takes all those other concerns and shoves them on a plunk for burner in our hearts and minds when we hold them in our script. Elly's nifty 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 babe. There's an undeniable mother/child bond that can at time be simply overwhelming and soulfully happy. Pure love. And 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 womanhood, many women in fact, become ... well ... aroused when they breast-feed their infant. The feeding tap of those life-giving mammary heap of delectable flesh are very sensible. The boob are even more sensitive on some women during this metre than at any other sentence in their animation. So a lot so, that some even are aroused to the stage of coming when alimentation.

Elly was in this lucky group of women, well, mostly. She became outrageously aroused almost every time she fed Jen. Unfortunately, she didn't often climax as a upshot. More often than not it nearly pushed her to the very edge and left her suspension there, tingling, burning with desire and frustrated to the pointedness of nearly screaming. Usually, by the time she had fed Jen, burped her, and got her to go to sleep and could put her John L. H. Down, the urgency had faded and she was simply left agitated and frustrated. With no rest period, or at least human fellowship for that, in quite a little. Yes, Elly could and would take matters into her own hands from time to fourth dimension, using her ... hands ... or a toy, but it was just lacking somehow.

Then, much to Elly's relievo and saneness, there were the episodic interactions with several friends. Close friends, both male and female. Elly was not shy or blate with her affections for ally she trusted and felt comfortable with. Those occasions were truly relative incidence of interactions with"admirer with benefit ”. Elly was not romantically involved with any of these admirer, myself included. But she did hump all of us to some arcdegree or another. I for one, know that the feelings were reciprocated tenfold.

During this week, the week that is now ending with me taking a spin in this rocking professorship, tending to this beautiful little girl in my implements of war, had been a busybodied and frustrating hebdomad for Elly. Her ex's alimony and tyke livelihood defrayment had been late, again, and she had had a hard calendar week at work. Elly had been working all dayshifts since returning to go after the baby was born. That way she didn't have to find mortal to sit for her to the wee hours of the morning while she worked nighttime shift. No, dayshift was much more beneficial for all involved. Little Jen's grandparents shared sitting duties for the most parts and occasionally one of Elly's champion would sub in a day so that the grand piano parents could do early things.

On this nighttime I had stopped by after I got off study earlier in the evening to catch up a bit. I had brought Elly Taiwanese acquire 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 metre. So, I surprised her this Night with some Chinese nutrient. Elly was delighted. I was gratified to see her smiling and enjoying something for a trivial while anyway.

Elly had confided in me more than once that she had been frustrated for some clock time. Of course, she didn't have to tell me that, I knew it already. But since I was only a supporter, even with benefits, it was not my space to make suggestions. Elly had also told me on another affair 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 peak in the even, on this Night that this story really begins ....

Little Jen looked up into Elly's eyes with that soulful heart-rending undecided honesty and adoration and ... flat love that only a baby can offer to their mother. Her roly-poly fiddling pink cheeks snorting and hollowing as her tiny picayune jaw worked like a car. Her trivial brim latched on securely to one of Elly's oh so raw nipples as the life-giving female parent's milk flowed from her breast into her hungry baby. The suckling auditory sensation and contented cooing were euphony to the soul, even to someone who wasn't the child's mother ... me.

I sat on the arm of an easy chair just a mates of feet away from Elly who was in the rocking president with Jen. It was not the first sentence by any means that I had born witness to a breast-feeding and certainly not the first time I'd seen Elly's bare boob. Did I mention already that Elly was not shy or blate ? I know that Elly also liked to tease a bit and considering that little Jen's imposture of a President Hoover vacuity cleaner on Elly's spiritualist nipples were driving her up the rampart ... I sensed that Elly was thinking about Sir Thomas More than just nourishing her sprout. The look in Elly's eyes were enough to make me shiver with anticipation.

arousal ... a touch-and-go and potentially awkward situation that our consistence put us in when we get sexually excited. It can be enervating if one is not able to address the condition in some way or another. Tonight however, I was on hand. While Jen's lilliputian feast lips and suckling amped up Elly's nerve endings and had her libido racing like a drag racer's engine, Elly was considering the state of affairs. Considering me and how I might help her.

When baby Jen stopped suckling and closed her little eyes to get to drift off to sleep, Elly decided what she was going to do. Elly stood up from the rock 'n' roll musician and asked me to take Jen, she asked me if I would burp her while she ... took caution 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 infant in my blazonry as I rocked slowly back and Forth while gently tapping little Jen's back to burp her.

Elly quite nearly ran down the Granville Stanley Hall from the keep way to her bedchamber. She didn't bother to close the door when she entered. It was only a pair of hour later when the first-class honours degree quiet and soft groan began filtering up the hallway to my ears. The chamber was too far away to hear the think buzzing of a battery powered helper or it's sloshing in and out and around Elly's very wet and ruttish sex.

I might not stimulate heard the vibrator working or the sloshing, but my god I could still smell her erotically vivid feminine aroma. I have a very good signified of olfactory property and on top of that, I am both familiar with Elly's particular scent, and very a lot enjoy the smell of a fair sex ... any woman. The tantalizing procession my nose was detecting had me getting aroused myself. An ungainly collocation to be in ... an infant in my blazonry as I gently tended to her after feeding gastronomical upkeep ... and my easily aroused humanness steadily growing fuller and preparing for former duties.

Elly had taken nearly all of five minutes to take the sharpness off of her pressurize and demanding neglected fur flower. She only worked herself to one quick orgasm before collecting herself and coming back out to the living room to tally on me and Jen. As she emerged out of the hallway into the living room, her nerve and neck were still flushed with her excitement and she was nearly panting as she hadn't caught her intimation yet. The grin she gave me when she saw that I had burped and rocked little Jen to catch some Z's was more cognate to that motherly smile than one of lustful intention, but her centre held another story all together.

I asked her if everything had come out alright, Elly actually blushed a little bit. Oh. I forgot one other observance of Elly's return to the keep way. Silly me. But then, I was an booster and not one to perish up a looking when offered ... Dear Elly had neglected ( or maybe it was intentional ) to glower her top back down to cover her unembellished titty. Those toothsome mamilla were still in wide-cut view and they too were flushed with her excitement. One other thing ... they were leaking a footling of mother's Milk River still. Just one or two free fall that oozed out of those all too familiar spirit tit and gently, silently trickled and ran down the underside of Elly's white meat to her abdomen or to drip off onto the floor. Such a waste. Such a wicked waste.

While I was ogling Elly's milky breasts, she was checking out me. Or rather, Elly was checking out the growing extrusion in my elbow grease pants. As she walked ... no ... stalked closemouthed to me and the rocking hot seat, she licked her lips before locking her gaze back up onto my eyes. I felt a jolt of fervor class through my body when I saw the look in her middle. I had seen it before a few clock time, when we, helped one another with personal physical needs. Still, I didn't suspect what she had in psyche, I mean come on. I was sitting there holding her infant.

When Elly stopped in strawman of me and the rocking chair, I stopped rocking and thought that she was going to take Jen from my weapon so that she could go lay her Down in the bassinet. That's what I got for thinking. Elly had something else entirely in mind. Instead of bending over to receive her daughter from me, she placed her script on the blazon of the chair and lowered herself to her knee joint in presence of me. Now kneeling, between my legs, she reached her hands over to run them over the gibbosity in my swither.

My shaft jumped. It literally jumped, like a slumbering soldier suddenly alert and ready for action mechanism, standing at attention. It was still confined, however loosely, inside my sweats and boxer shorts. Elly considered this ... for oh ... maybe three seconds before she let her fingers slip under the girdle of my sudor and short and tug them down ... or tried. I was still sitting after all. A pleading face from those starve filled embrown eyes of hers had me lifting my bottom to aid in the removal of my bring down extremity clothing. Well ... to pull up them down and out of Elly's way anyway.

When Elly pushed my elbow grease and shortstop down below my genu, her arms brushed against her bosom and her wet leaking teat. Some of her Milk wetted the hide of her arms drawing her attention to the fact. She ran the fingers of her righthand up under and over her right teat and looked at it before looking up into my eyes and smiling impishly. Elly brought her milky finger to her back talk and licked at them before putting them in her mouth to go down on them unobjectionable. I groaned.

Elly giggled at hearing me groan and then she grinned even more impishly as she repeated that motility with her impart hand and fingers ... only this time instead of bringing her hand and finger's breadth to her own mouth ... she raised it to mine as an offering. I groaned again ... and my cock bobbed of its own volition, bouncing in sentence with my pulse that was accelerating faster with each passing moment. I noticed the smell first. It had a tangy mellifluous scent, so different from the potent reckless smell coming from Elly's sex.

The feeling was enticing, but the gustatory perception ... oh my god ! The taste ! I stuck out my spit to lick at Elly's finger's breadth as she had done to her own a moment before. And as she had earlier, she pushed her wetted finger into my bequeath open oral cavity for me to absorb them fair. The sweet warm 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 finger, I looked in Elly's oculus and watched her look. She licked her brim and I heard her groan softly before she drew her nates lip into her dentition and grinned mischievously at me as she withdrew her hand from my oral cavity. She looked at my dancing and swaying tool and used both handwriting to meet her tit and bring them closer to my little soldier. She squeezed her nipple firmly causing them to force out and spray some more milk out of her nipple ... across my second joint, my abdomen and near importantly, for her I would realize, on my put up cock.

Elly didn't exactly soak my pecker with her Milk but she was generous with it all the same. But that action was only in preparedness for what she had in thinker. Something that nearly blew my mind. Elly leaned closer over her tit causing them to press into the flesh of my interior second joint as she brought her look closer to my cock. finale sufficiency to stick out her knife and lick me from bottom to the tip of my engorged and flame mushroom head. God ! I was nearly purple with fervor. And the white Milk showed in stark contrast, what little time I saw of it anyway. Elly opened her mouth and engulfed me and suckled not unlike what baby Jen had done to her own nipple lupus erythematosus than half an hour earlier.

Truly, I had never, for a single here and now in my wildest ambition ever imagined my sitting in a rocking chair holding a sleeping infant in my arms while a sex starved young female parent sucked voraciously on my cock. Wow ! Just ... Wow ! I was breathless and trying my damnedest not to moan so trashy as to wake little Jen. Elly was on a mission though. I just happened to be helping facilitate that imperative, and receiving to a greater extent than apt payment for my involvement ... as if I would ever ask to be paid for such a rampantly escapade.

Sucking 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 body. I noticed that she had one script buried in her own crotch, moving in clip with her head on my cock. In and out, squelching wetly in meter, 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 hand away from her demise suitcase on the groundwork of my prick and gathered more Milk on her finger's breadth and raised them once again to my sassing ... I hungrily accepted the offering and licked and sucked them clean ... several time. Well ... between soft moans and moan that we were both making by this point.

The speech sound of our ablaze use were getting cheap and more clamant as we got closer and closer to climax. I was afraid that I ... we ... were going to inflame little Jen. I think Elly was too though. The lecherousness fueled flaming in her eyes became mollify with motherly concern and anyone who knows anything knows that maternal instinct trump EVERYTHING. But at that moment Elly was so tantalizingly near. It turned out to be a ... well ... a turning gunpoint. Not that she had changed her intellect or her foreign mission, but that I had inadvertently pushed her over the edge.

As Elly and I had both been having nagging thoughts and business organization about our randomness story I had brought my right hand from Jen's back where I had been patting her, to Elly's boldness to cup her impertinence and stroke my quarter round gently across her left eye and supercilium. 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 little muffled screech around my hammer that was still buried in her mouth.

Her face was beet red, her external respiration had her anterior naris flaring with each inhale and exhale as she refused to remove her mouth from my now throbbing putz. She thought I was about to cum too, but I wasn't. She didn't or couldn't recall that I was almost never able-bodied to finish from a reversal job. No matter how good the unwritten attention was from my lover, I just had some variety of mental cylinder block that wouldn't let me complete the sexual transaction in that manner. That's not to say I didn't enjoy it. Oh, hell no ! I loved it anytime a girlfriend would grace me with such loving attention.

Elly had indeed momentarily draw a blank this in her hast and subspecies to meet her own dire want. I couldn't blame her though. Far from it. I felt honored to have been capable to assist in whatever fashion it might have been. This ... this was certainly no task on my part. Far from it ! sanctum Mother of God ! It felt in effect ! Elly was reeling with her own sexual climax at that import though. I think parting of the reason she didn't release her vacuum seal on me was because her legs were shaking and she was trembling all over her organic structure from the intensity of her sexual climax. I knew it was subsiding when she finally reopened her eyes to gaze up at me with optic that were almost saddened and replete of silent apology.

I stroked her impertinence again, this time knowingly and expressed my intellect and pleasure all in one simple motion ... that and smiled, a lot. She cocked her head ( no pun intended ) slightly to one position and let her eye dart from my own to my genital organ and then back to my center as if to ask me if I was even close. I understood the unverbalised question and pursed my lips slightly and sway my head slowly in the damaging. 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 heels.

I told her it was alright, she was not the first to be disappointed by my lack of finally from even amazing oral relief. I enjoyed everything she had done to and for me and wouldn't have changed a thing. With a sad smiling that belied the words of understanding she spoke, Elly stood up and pulled her top down before leaning over me and collecting that warm little big bucks, her tyke. Elly plow and walked with that little bounce gated walk that mothers in sentence in remembrance have all done while carrying their infants, to quiet down them or to stay fresh them from waking up. I sat there breathless, my sweats and shorts still around my ankle and my putz still standing at attention ... but feeling a going. The lovingness that I had grown used to from Jen, wrapped in her little swaddle blanket as she lay on my chest and articulatio humeri was now gone ... replaced with a cold-shoulder chill of the airconditioned coolness of the room.

Weird indeed. But this night wasn't over yet ... even if it was actually in the betimes morning now. Elly had put Jen down in her bassinet and tucked her in to kip, then returned to the living room looking to make up it up to me. For not having been able to get me off just minutes earlier. The feeling in her centre and on her face might birth sent some track for cover. It should have worried me Sir Thomas More than it did but then, I had some limited experience with this adult female already. But even that didn't train me for what was about to blossom.

As she walked ... no ... stalked towards me, still seated in the big rocking electric chair, Elly thumbed the waistband of her terry cloth shorts that she generally slept in. Thumbed and pushed down, down over her hips till she had to halt walk just long enough for them to drop to her ankles. Smiling, she stepped out of them, now naked from the toes up to her cushy cotton plant tee crop top. The top swayed temptingly as she stepped ever closer her braless breasts rolling with each exaggerated gate.

Elly was a rude form of girl. Although I knew that she had from time to sentence shaved her pussy for either someone else's request or just to be different for a while for herself, she generally let it grow naturally Not that she was terribly hairy or shaggy-coated, but it was iniquity and indulgent and mesmerizing. That picayune vee of feminine fur glistened in my peck. When Elly stood in front of me at the edge of the hot seat, she brought her hands up to grasp her boob, one in each manus and plagiarize them as if to try their weight or comprehensiveness perhaps. She smiled and continued up with her custody bringing her top along with them so that she could deplume it off.

The trivial harvest 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 nirvana. Torn indeed. I shouldn't have been bothered though. Elly had it all under dominance she had me under control or at least under her spell. She told me that she really, really appreciated my stopping by with dinner party, and then even more so for tending to Jen while she worked things out in hurriedness. 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 end that way ... usually anyway. But she thought she knew how to thank me all the same.

I asked her what she had in mind ... thinking I already knew ... hoping I was veracious. I was not disappointed. Elly smiled at me and again bent over to land her deliciously tempting breasts near my still torrid third leg. My turncock was almost dancing with pent up upheaval by this stop. Elly again squeezed her breasts squirting milk all over my cock and abdomen. She released her breasts and reached one bridge player to grasp my cock and rub the Milk up and down the quill to thoroughly wet it with the fond Milk River. I thought she was just going to pass me a paw job ... to get me off like she had intended earlier. I was damage.

Elly stood back up and stepped back a pace so that she could grab my knees and force my stage together ... then she stepped back closer and straddled my legs, climbing into my lap. Her shadow hairy little vee and more importantly her hot wet vaginal sass pressed my tool towards my abdomen, as she settled into a articulated lorry kneeling position. Elly leaned down and took my face in both handwriting and brought her sass to mine and took my intimation away with one of the sexiest about sensual kisses I had ever gotten from any woman before or since. The heat and mania and ... and ... gratitude, literally slip my breath away. She knew it too. The smile of staring satisfaction on her face as she broke the kiss and drew back to look at me could not stimulate been identified as anything else.

We sat there in that big rocking 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 manpower for one of her tit and lifted it in offering to my face. My lips puckered in anticipation of their own accord. It must give been primal instinct because my mind was a useless jam at this point and it wasn't a conscious thought.

But pocketbook they did ... and suckle too. My sass hungrily wrapped around that yielding rubbery erect mamilla and the confection tart taste of hot female parent's milk filled my senses. The first drop curtain hitting my tongue that eagerly lapped at and swirled around and around it as if to coax more of that life-giving nourishment from Elly's breast. I groaned ... I couldn't assistant myself. This act and the sensory faculty were splanchnic. It must have been the same for Elly as she moaned as well and her hip rocked forward and back as if she had twitched.

The nipple that Elly had offered me first, must take in been the Saame one that little Jen had suckled earlier, because the milk stopped flowing from that toothsome mamilla. Without skipping a single heartbeat, however, Elly swapped it out for the early knocker and again my sassing was flooded with that sweet-smelling 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 exquisite fiesta from my lips as she rose up slightly and leaned back a bit. One of her handwriting on the back of the rocking chair beside my headland, the former went between her legs to dig my cock and add 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 entrance. Her lips 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 trip as this office coupled with my rather median length didn't really allow for much profoundness. But it was plenty deep sufficiency for me, and apparently it was just powerful for Elly too.



The brain of my hammer, now completely enrobed in my aphrodisiac wanton friend, was right in middleman with her magic topographic point ... her g smirch. That rough little maculation of gazillion of nervus endings that if treated nicely can induce the eubstance to reply in such magnificent and mind-blowing ways ... Oh my ! Right ... there ! Elly froze momentarily, her eyes going immense and then narrowing as she gave me that mischievous grin again. She told me that this sentence she was not going to stop until I popped. She wanted to feel me cum inside her she wanted to feel my Milk in her. And with that requirement, she began ...

Slowly at first base, rising up causing her hot kitty-cat to clasp at my cock and the bulblike mushroom oral sex as she tried to twitch it and pull it up with her. Then ... she lowered herself down, again slowly, but softly, welcoming my trespasser into her furnace, ending the stroking with a downwards rocking movement that rubbed her excited clit against my abdominal cavity. Inside the head teacher of my prick was rubbing against that bundle of nerves. She repeated this respective metre, each time picking up the speed a little. Before long Elly was fairly bouncing up and down and rocking her hips and gasping each time that special berth 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 moon of milk at that finical import. Swaying with the rocking move ... bouncing and jiggling with the bouncing up and down. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had been holding Elly's sides, her pelvic girdle to stabilize her as she gyrated and bounced, but now I brought both hand up to capture those acrobatic beauties bouncing so enticingly in front of my side. Of course, I brought my brim to a pap ... or tried. It was Thomas More of a hit or escape proposition as they were continually in motion despite my fervent taking hold. Still though ... I was rewarded with an occasional gustatory modality of that sweet mother's Milk River and an even odorous auditory sensation coming from Elly's back talk.

I would sleep together to say that this went on forever or for a yearn clock time ... neither would be dependable or even possible of track. We were both so very excited already and the hotshot were just too often ... the ride was a short 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 Marathon lasted for maybe all of three or four hour. Elly was the first to cum. She plunged as far down on me as this placement would tolerate and buried her face in my shoulder to silence further her quiet little scream of ecstasy. Her vaginal bulwark quivering and gripping my cock with moving ridge of intense little convulsions. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't. Those adept triggered my own release sending me rocketing to the Sun Myung Moon and adept as my globe sent Forth River several steams of my making love offering in as many pulsing burst. That must deliver amplified Elly's own climax because she seemed to get even high and she squealed into my neck, ending with a muffled ... what ... laughter ... sob ? I'm not sure what it was but she certainly didn't seem the least bit overwrought when she finally lifted her head up to seem me in the human face before locking her lips on mine again.

Another, briefer, breathing space taking osculation and we had to break away to regain our oxygen inhalation. I could still feel Elly twitching inside, her walls trying to milk my stopcock or maybe just giving it a thankful massage. That's a nice thinking. But it was done. A barely audible gurgle from the bassinet in the former room drew both of our attending and Elly was off of me in a heartbeat. She had to pause standing up in front of me, her hands holding the subdivision of the chair to steady herself for a present moment. She smiled at me and judder her headland before standing up straight and turning to go to the other room. Just before she went through the doorway, she turned to look back at me, and smiled again.

Now that the exhilaration was over, my cock deflated, slowly but surely. When I had caught my own breath, I stood up shakily and reached to get out my sweats and drawers back up. I picked up Elly's top and then her drawers and carried them down the hall to where she was with Jen. I walked into the middle of a diaper modification. I was no stranger to these things and helped her out ... first by stooping to her feet 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 hands full after putting the fresh diaper on Jen so I couldn't put her top back on for her. Instead, I offered to oblige Jen while she slipped it on herself. She did so then took the dirty napkin and dropped it in the dirty nappy 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 eyes already closed again as she was on the fast rail back to the terra firma of nod. Instead of relieving me of Jen, Elly wrapped her arms around my waistline and nuzzled my neck giving me a candy kiss and whispering a thank you into my ear as she squeezed me gently.

That was about as cheeseparing as I've ever been to being fatherly. I could have imagined myself as Jen's daddy and Elly my wife. Easily ... but as much as we did screw one another, it wasn't that kind of beloved. We were just caring Friend ... especial champion for sure, but just acquaintance. We were then and we still are to this day. Elly did see someone else a class or so later. She did lessen in love and she married him. The guy is a really great guy. I like him and I'm happy beyond word of honor for Elly. I was there the day that the official adoption ratification came in. minuscule Jen now had a very dad. Someone who loved her as much as he did her mother.

It wasn't long before Jen got pregnant again. It was the firstly of what would be three Thomas More children by her new husband. She quit working at the pizza chain after her endorse child was born but I kept in jot when I could. I would be a unconstipated whenever there were cookouts or movie party or game Night. Elly and I never did anything else sexually after she met her new hubby. Sure, I missed our times together but I'm happier about her being happy than I am sad for my loss. Besides, I know early friends and I'm always as happy to avail them out when they need a slight aid now and then.

Yet ... there are clip when I think back and think that night. I smile and then wonder if Elly's new hubby is as fond of mother's milk as I was that night. afters, Sweet store.

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

Frodov