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All person very or fictional in this story engaging in sexual action are 18 long time old or older. There is a baby, an infant, mentioned but in no way or way was the kid involved.

I had an interesting New World chat on Lit with another author one even. It amazed me how well we connected considering having never met one another and being separated by both age and geographical 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 times that just brought a smile to my face and it stayed there for a distich of daylight. I mentioned a footling about it to her that evening but I have decided to recite that adventure with a scant fib here. I will induce to pen it more as a fictional report that my usual genuine stories as the star"type ”, other than myself, is still happily married ... to somebody else. And ... I would not wish her any brokenheartedness or trauma from something I shared in a tarradiddle.

I must preface this offering with a admonitory warning ... or heads up ... to and for those who might be a small weird about pregnancy and sex ... or ... well ... you'll have to translate it I suppose. Just, if your squeamish or overly victorian, just don't translate this taradiddle. Then again ... if you are here on Lit looking for things to scan, I doubt you are either ... neither squeamish or excessively 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 years. How did I ever get wrangled into being a babysitter ? For an babe, no less ? I have no children of my own ... or at least that I know of anyway. I'm sure there could have been an fortuity somewhere along the way but as I've rarely if ever slept with anyone to a lesser extent than a booster and I'm still in ghost with all my friends ... I think I might know if I had a child by any of them. I think. Life can be strange sometimes and people do affair that sometimes have no rhyme or reason.

So, I'm still trying to reason out why I'm here at four in the aurora on a Friday night ... well Sabbatum dayspring now, in a rocking president burping this tiny short parcel of cooing sweet. It's probably because I'm such a pushover for woman in general and a friend in need in exceptional. I've been told I'm too voiced hearted and kind for my own proficient. I know I am, but I have no estimation how I might change that ... even if I wanted to. Which I don't ... So, here I sit rocking slowly and gently patting this babe girl swaddled in a diffused fuzzy pink baby cover on my berm her little fount resting warmly against my neck as she coos and makes those little infant sounds that melt one's heart.

I may not have any nipper of my own, but that doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about infant. I was the onetime of four siblings and as such I got the honor and privilege ( yes glossa firmly in nerve ) of learning how and caring for child ... everything. Everything from changing fabric diapers ( diaper Pins are agony devices ! ) and later disposable diapers. I also learned how to warm nursing bottle before feeding. The importance of burping an infant after feeding ... and the wisdom of having a clean and jerk cloth napkin or towel over one's shoulder before burping said infant. The gentle swaying and affected role pacing while rocking the kid trying desperately to woo them back to sleep ... yeah ... I've been there done that.

Rocking electric chair are a threadbare man's ( or woman's ) invention to supplant that pacing. Too many hours on one's tired feet makes for tetchy parents. Or should I say crankier. Yeah, I like a good rocking death chair. This night ... er ... morning it was being put to upright use indeed. Earlier it had been occupied by the rightful owner. owner of both the chair and this sweetened slight babe girl in my subdivision, my friend Elise. I'll phone call her Elly as I recount this night for you. Neither name is really hers of course, but I explained the grounds for that already. I'll call the dessert little girl Jen, because I like that figure, no other ground.

I'd known Elly for about eight geezerhood at this point in our animation. That being the early on XC, nineteen nineties that is. The exact year and time are not authoritative and could be too much information anyway so let's just say it was autumn. The air is crisp and chill and sometimes downright frosty of the former mornings. Of course, inside it is warm and snug and that's were I would prefer to be with a champion like Elly anyway. Yes, friend. We were not dating, heavens no. I was to a greater extent of a moral friend and shoulder to cry on from clock time to meter ... and like this night ... someone who was willing to continue and help 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 recover her way after a farce of a marriage to a man that she learned was a unknown, not the mortal she thought she had married. Funny how that works. No. Not funny really, it's sad. She had thought she was in love. Worse, she thought he was in honey with her. Turns out he was just in love with the musical theme of having a somewhat wife, on the side of meat, a trophy perhaps.

They had had competitiveness constantly for most of their matrimony, all of three yr, with small stretching of calm between he storms. Those stretches kept growing shortsighted and farther in between money box they just stopped. The terminal stubble was when Elly came home early one evening to secernate her husband that she was meaning. She wasn't expected home till early in the next morning time. 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 work at the Lapplander stock. Anyway, back to the narrative.

Elly came home, excited, worried, even hesitant, but on a missionary station to inform her married man that he was going to be a sire. As I had mentioned, she was not expected dwelling house until lots later. So, her husband was surprise to see her abode ... so was the other char in bed with him. Elly was surprised too, well ... maybe not so much according to what she shared with me later after the fact. She had suspected that he was cheating on her but couldn't prove it. Well, now she had substantiation. Surprise.

Elly is a passably coolheaded client most of the time. It's one of the things I've always admired about her. sang-froid and impudent. Oh, and to a lesser degree, wickedly sarcastic at time. That said, I can fully think what she told me she said to both him and the other woman that fateful revealing night. Instead of crying or even screaming and yelling in anger, Elly cooly walked across their bedchamber from the threshold to the position of the bed and sat down on the edge on her position. The other woman was cringing under the screening 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 birth ascendance. She told her that she knew that her married man despised using condoms, so any sort of tribute would be left up to her. When the adult female responded that she was not, Elly smiled sadly and lowered her promontory as if a mystifying vexation had been verified. She slowly shook her head and then smiled at the woman again and told her that she should really view seeing a doc and soon.

The early cleaning woman's questioning expression prompted Elly to preserve. Elly looked over at her cheating married man who was uncharacteristically holding his tongue but glaring at her. If you can call it glaring when you're confused as to what your mate is up to after catching you in the middle of screwing another woman in her bed, and not freaking out. Elly told the fair sex the reason she had asked was because she had come home early to severalize her husband that he was going to be a father. She was meaning.

The hubby went pale, according to Elly, and then started babbling apologia and other nonsense that fell on Elly's deaf ears at this point. Elly just smiled at him and then stood up from the bed and bent over to collect the other woman's clothing. She walked out of the sleeping room and into their living elbow room where she found the charwoman's coat and her purse. Elly carried them all outside to the car parked on the Curb in battlefront of their sign of the zodiac. She threw them all inside the car and then locked the doorway and closed it.

Coming back into the house, Elly went to a hall closet and pulled out the luggage that she and her married man had bought for a vacation trip a year earlier. She dragged the larger case down the Charles Francis Hall back into the bedroom where she picked it up and placed it on the animal foot of the bed and opened it. Standing back again she crossed her sleeve then raised her wrist to calculate at her watch.

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

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

After staring incredulously at Elly for a moment 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 clothes into the exposed suitcase in a frantic hurry, all the while cursing her. The other charwoman, not knowing what else to do, got out of the bed as well but when she looked for her clothes ... well ... she began to panic in an entirely unlike way. She began cursing the hubby and demanding answers and help.

Meanwhile, Elly had exited the bedroom and gone to the kitchen and opened a feeding bottle of wine to pour out herself a glass. She had nearly lifted the glass to take a drink when she remembered why she had come home early in the world-class office. With a suspiration, Elly poured the Methedrine of wine down the drainage in the kitchen sink and put the bob back in the bottle and put it back in the fridge. Instead, she poured a glass of milk then leaned back against the kitchen rejoinder and crossed her ankles and folded her arms across her chest, lightly holding the glass of milk in one script.

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

Yes, my friend Elly had to talk to the police force when they did arrive at their home ... no ... no longer a domicile ... their sign of the zodiac, about ten minutes after her husband had driven away. She apologized to them and explained that now she knew that the char had come into their home willingly and that her hubby had been cheating with her. She told the officer what she had done and both, being veterans of the personnel and have had dealt with domestic conflict 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 orderliness the side by side day to cook it sound and official. They also told her that they were actually going to bask writing this report.

Now, it was just under a twelvemonth later, from that portentous nighttime. Thanks to a very good lawyer and an amicable and considerate evaluator, Elly and her now ex husband's divorcement was light tracked to being finalized. Elly ended up with her car, the house ... and its mortgage, and promised nipper financial support and three years of alimony. One year for each of the years they had been married. Elly had left visitation and shared custody right on the table, but her ex declined. Such a wonderful man.

Elly had to arrest working for a couple of months toward the end of her maternity and after the birthing of her baby missy. Her parents had helped out financially, as did her ex's parents surprisingly. But then again, it was their august child they were helping out so it's understandable. There were no bad tone between Elly and her sometime relative-in-law, they had always liked Elly and she had loved them as well.

There were friends who stepped up and offered helping bridge player as well, when needed. Like me. Elly had struggled but thanks to friends and family she was keeping her head above water and making goal meet and getting by, day by day. Her mixer life, however, was nonexistent during this prison term. Aside from visit from friends for dinner party or moving-picture show nights or just to sit and let the cat out of the bag and watch tv, Elly never went anywhere or saw anyone. Dating ? No. No dating. Just too many responsibility and obligations and who was going to need to date a exclusive mother with a baby anyway ? Right ?



Try as I may, I couldn't get Elly to translate that she was sadly mistaken on that numeration. There were guys out there who would still be interested in her, even with a baby. She of path scoffed at that notion claiming that the only guys worry in her would be interest in only one thing ... to get laid. It was a tincture of the deep-seated bitterness she now had against almost all of my fellow male members of our species. As a whole, we were all now suspect until examine innocent. That made life all the lonelier for my lamb Elly.

There's something about a newborn and or an baby that simply takes all those other business and shoves them on a back burner in our heart and minds when we hold them in our hands. Elly's greatest joy in life sentence was her girl. I've personally watched her weep with joy as she held Jen to her bosom as she breast-fed the baby. There's an undeniable mother/child bond that can at times be simply overmaster 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 attested fact that some women, many charwoman in fact, become ... well ... aroused when they breast-feed their babe. The feeding spigots of those life-giving mammary mounds of delectable human body are very sensitive. The breasts are even more tender on some woman during this time than at any early time in their sprightliness. So much so, that some even are aroused to the point of orgasm when alimentation.

Elly was in this lucky radical of cleaning lady, well, mostly. She became outrageously aroused almost every time she fed Jen. Unfortunately, she didn't often climax as a answer. More often than not it nearly pushed her to the very border 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 log Z's and could put her pile, the importunity had faded and she was simply pass on agitated and frustrated. With no ease, or at least homo company for that, in sight. Yes, Elly could and would take topic into her own men from prison term to time, using her ... men ... or a toy, but it was just lacking somehow.

Then, much to Elly's reliever and sanity, there were the occasional interactions with various Quaker. ending Quaker, both male and female. Elly was not shy or bashful with her affection for acquaintance she trusted and felt comfortable with. Those social occasion were truly incidence of interactions with"acquaintance with benefits ”. 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 feelings were reciprocated tenfold.

During this week, the calendar week that is now ending with me taking a spin in this rocking chair, tending to this beautiful little female child in my arms, had been a occupy and frustrating week for Elly. Her ex's alimony and child reinforcement payments had been late, again, and she had had a intemperately week at work. Elly had been working all dayshifts since returning to make for after the babe was born. That way she didn't have to obtain somebody to sit for her to the wee hours of the daybreak while she worked night shift. No, dayshift was much more beneficial for all involved. lilliputian Jen's grandparents shared sitting duties for the most parts and occasionally one of Elly's friends would sub in a day so that the grand parents could do other thing.

On this night I had stopped by after I got off piece of work earlier in the eve to hitch up a bit. I had brought Elly Chinese lease 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 fourth dimension. So, I surprised her this night with some Chinese food. Elly was delighted. I was gratified to see her smiling and enjoying something for a little while anyway.

Elly had confided in me more than once that she had been frustrated for some time. Of course of study, she didn't have to tell me that, I knew it already. But since I was only a admirer, even with welfare, it was not my place to make proposition. Elly had also told me on another function 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 point in the evening, on this Night that this report really begins ....

Little Jen looked up into Elly's centre with that soulful heart-rending spread out honesty and adoration and ... unconditional love that only a infant can offer to their female parent. Her podgy minuscule garden pink nerve puffing and hollowing as her bantam little jaw worked like a motorcar. Her lilliputian backtalk latched on securely to one of Elly's oh so sensitive nipple as the life-giving female parent's milk flowed from her breast into her thirsty baby. The suckling auditory sensation and contented cooing were music 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 couplet of feet away from Elly who was in the rocking chair with Jen. It was not the number 1 time by any substance that I had born looker to a breast-feeding and certainly not the first-class honours degree prison term I'd seen Elly's bare breasts. Did I mention already that Elly was not shy or bashful ? I know that Elly also liked to beleaguer a bit and considering that little Jen's impersonation of a hoover vacuum cleaner on Elly's sensitive mamilla were driving her up the paries ... I sensed that Elly was thinking about more than just nourishing her sprout. The expression in Elly's eyes were enough to make me throb with anticipation.

stimulation ... a parlous and potentially blockade situation that our bodies put us in when we get sexually excited. It can be enervating if one is not able to direct the condition in some way or another. Tonight however, I was on hired man. While Jen's little flow lips and suckling amped up Elly's spunk 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 avail her.

When baby Jen stopped suckling and closed her small eyes to lead off to roam off to slumber, Elly decided what she was going to do. Elly stood up from the rocker and asked me to take Jen, she asked me if I would burp her while she ... took 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 and an infant in my arms as I rocked slowly back and forth while gently tapping short Jen's back to burp her.

Elly quite nearly ran down the hall from the livelihood elbow room to her bedroom. She didn't bother to shut the room access when she entered. It was only a couple of instant later when the first placidity and soft moans began filtering up the hallway to my capitulum. The chamber was too far away to hear the reckon buzzing of a bombardment powered help or it's sloshing in and out and around Elly's very wet and aroused sex.

I might not have heard the vibrator working or the sloshing, but my god I could still smell her erotically intense feminine odour. I have a very good sentiency of smell and on top of that, I am both familiar with Elly's particular scent, and very much enjoy the smell of a woman ... any womanhood. The tantalizing procession my nozzle was detecting had me getting aroused myself. An awkward juxtaposition to be in ... an babe in my coat of arms as I gently tended to her after feeding gastronomical criminal maintenance ... and my easily aroused manhood steadily growing fuller and preparing for other duties.

Elly had taken nearly all of five minutes to contract the bound off of her pressurize and demanding neglected fur peak. She only worked herself to one quick orgasm before collecting herself and coming back out to the living room to check on me and Jen. As she emerged out of the hallway into the support room, her expression and neck were still flushed with her hullabaloo and she was nearly panting as she hadn't caught her hint yet. The smile she gave me when she saw that I had burped and rocked little Jen to sleep was more akin to that motherly smile than one of lustful intentions, but her eye held another history all together.

I asked her if everything had come out alright, Elly actually blushed a little bit. Oh. I forgot one former observation of Elly's rejoinder to the living room. Silly me. But then, I was an admirer and not one to pass up a look when offered ... dear Elly had neglected ( or maybe it was intentional ) to lower her top back down to cover her bare white meat. Those delectable teats were still in fully view and they too were flushed with her exhilaration. One former thing ... they were leaking a little of mother's milk still. Just one or two pearl that oozed out of those all too familiar spirit nipples 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 dire waste.

While I was ogling Elly's milky breasts, she was checking out me. Or rather, Elly was checking out the growing prominence in my sweat pants. As she walked ... no ... stalked closer to me and the rocking president, she licked her lips before locking her gaze back up onto my eyes. I felt a jounce of excitement course of study through my physical structure when I saw the look in her centre. I had seen it before a few times, when we, helped one another with personal strong-arm 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 hot seat, I stopped rocking and thought that she was going to take Jen from my arms so that she could go lay her down in the bassinet. That's what I got for thinking. Elly had something else entirely in thinker. Instead of bending over to receive her daughter from me, she placed her helping hand on the weapon of the hot seat and lowered herself to her knees in front of me. Now kneeling, between my leg, she reached her hands over to run them over the jut in my sweats.

My putz jumped. It literally jumped, like a slumbering soldier suddenly alert and ready for military action, standing at attention. It was still confined, however loosely, inside my swither and boxer drawers. Elly considered this ... for oh ... maybe three seconds before she let her fingers slip under the waistbands of my sweats and drawers and tug them down ... or tried. I was still sitting after all. A pleading look from those lust filled embrown eyes of hers had me lifting my bottom to assist in the removal of my depressed extremity vesture. Well ... to rip them down and out of Elly's way anyway.

When Elly pushed my sweats and shorts down below my stifle, her arms brushed against her white meat 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 nipple 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 rima oris to suck them clean. I groaned.

Elly giggled at hearing me groan and then she grinned even more impishly as she repeated that move with her left hand and finger ... only this time instead of bringing her bridge player and fingers to her own mouth ... she raised it to mine as an oblation. I groaned again ... and my cock bobbed of its own willing, bouncing in clip with my pulse that was accelerating faster with each passing consequence. I noticed the feel first. It had a tangy seraphic olfactory property, so different from the impregnable headier smell coming from Elly's sex.

The smell was enticing, but the taste ... oh my god ! The mouthful ! I stuck out my tongue to work at Elly's fingerbreadth as she had done to her own a minute before. And as she had earlier, she pushed her wetted finger into my will open rima oris for me to suck them clean. The unfermented 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 digit, I looked in Elly's center and watched her cheek. She licked her rim and I heard her moan softly before she drew her bottom lip into her teeth and grinned mischievously at me as she withdrew her deal from my mouth. She looked at my dancing and swaying cock and used both hands to gather her breasts and bring them closer to my slight soldier. She squeezed her teat firmly causing them to squirt and spray some more milk out of her pap ... across my thigh, my belly and about importantly, for her I would realise, on my put up cock.

Elly didn't exactly rob my cock with her milk but she was generous with it all the same. But that action was only in preparation for what she had in judgment. Something that nearly blew my brain. Elly leaned closer over her breasts causing them to fight into the build of my inner thighs as she brought her fount finisher to my peter. Close sufficiency to stick out her clapper and lick me from hindquarters to the tip of my engorged and flaring mushroom point. God ! I was nearly violet with excitement. And the white milk showed in stark contrast, what little sentence I saw of it anyway. Elly opened her rima oris and soak up me and suckled not unlike what baby Jen had done to her own nipple less than half an minute earlier.

Truly, I had never, for a ace instant in my wildest pipe dream ever imagined my seance in a sway chair holding a sleeping baby in my arms while a sex starved untested mother sucked voraciously on my hammer. Wow ! Just ... Wow ! I was breathless and trying my damnedest not to groan so loud as to wake trivial Jen. Elly was on a mission though. I just happened to be helping facilitate that imperative, and receiving more than apt defrayal for my involvement ... as if I would ever ask to be paid for such a wild adventure.

Sucking and bobbing slowly up and down on my meager man meat, Elly kept her eyes on my own except when her eye closed as shock of sexual pleasure raced through her body. I noticed that she had one helping hand buried in her own crotch, moving in time with her head teacher on my prick. In and out, squelching wetly in time, in and out as she went up and down. I'm not sure as shooting when she thought to add to that but at one item, she brought her early hand away from her decease grip on the base of my tool and gathered to a greater extent milk on her finger and raised them once again to my mouthpiece ... I hungrily accepted the offering and licked and sucked them clean ... respective times. Well ... between mild moan and groan that we were both making by this point.

The sounds of our aroused use were getting garish and more insistent as we got closer and closer to climax. I was afraid that I ... we ... were going to wake little Jen. I think Elly was too though. The lust fueled fervor in her eyes became moderate with motherly concern and anyone who knows anything knows that maternal instinct trump EVERYTHING. But at that present moment Elly was so tantalizingly closing curtain. It turned out to be a ... well ... a move around point. Not that she had changed her idea or her delegation, but that I had inadvertently pushed her over the bound.

As Elly and I had both been having nagging thought and concerns about our haphazardness grade I had brought my right hand from Jen's back where I had been patting her, to Elly's boldness to cup her cheek and stroke my pollex gently across her will 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 optic and groaned and even gave a footling muffled scream around my cock that was still buried in her mouthpiece.

Her facial expression was beet red, her breathing had her nostril flaring with each inhale and exhale as she refused to remove her mouth from my now throbbing cock. She thought I was about to cum too, but I wasn't. She didn't or couldn't remember that I was almost never capable to finish from a blow job. No matter how good the oral examination attention was from my lover, I just had some sort of genial 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 girl would decorate me with such loving attention.

Elly had indeed momentarily forget this in her hast and race to cope with her own desperate need. I couldn't blame her though. Far from it. I felt honored to birth been capable to wait on in whatever manner it might have been. This ... this was certainly no chore on my section. Far from it ! Holy Mother of God ! It felt unspoiled ! Elly was reeling with her own flood tide at that moment though. I think part of the cause she didn't release her emptiness SEAL on me was because her legs were shaking and she was trembling all over her dead body from the volume of her orgasm. I knew it was subsiding when she finally reopened her middle to gaze up at me with eyes that were almost saddened and full-of-the-moon of silent excuse.

I stroked her nerve again, this time knowingly and expressed my understanding and pleasure all in one wide-eyed gesture ... that and smiled, a lot. She cocked her forefront ( no pun intended ) slightly to one slope and let her eyes dart from my own to my fork and then back to my centre as if to ask me if I was even close. I understood the unsaid interrogative and pursed my lips slightly and escape from my psyche slowly in the negative. Elly's eyebrow softened as if saddened and she slid her mouth off of me to engage in a huge sighing breathing spell as she sat back on her bounder.

I told her it was alright, she was not the first to be disappointed by my want of finally from even amazing oral succour. I enjoyed everything she had done to and for me and wouldn't have changed a thing. With a sad smiling that belied the row of understanding she spoke, Elly stood up and pulled her top down before leaning over me and collecting that warm little bundle, her tiddler. Elly turned and walked with that piddling bouncing gated walk that mother in sentence in commemoration have all done while carrying their infants, to still them or to hold them from waking up. I sat there breathless, my sweats and trunks still around my ankles and my cock still standing at attention ... but feeling a loss. The warmth that I had grown used to from Jen, wrapped in her piffling swaddling blanket as she lay on my chest and shoulder was now gone ... replaced with a flimsy shudder of the airconditioned coolness of the room.

Wyrd indeed. But this nighttime wasn't over yet ... even if it was actually in the early morning time now. Elly had put Jen down in her bassinet and tucked her in to sleep, then returned to the living room looking to make it up to me. For not having been able to get me off just minutes earlier. The look in her eyes and on her cheek might feature sent some run for screen. It should have worried me more than it did but then, I had some limited experience with this char 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 chair, Elly thumbed the waistband of her terry cloth cloth shorts that she generally slept in. Thumbed and pushed down, down over her hips till she had to block up 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 voiced cotton tee craw top. The top swayed temptingly as she stepped ever closer her braless knocker rolling with each exaggerated logic gate.

Elly was a natural variety of little girl. Although I knew that she had from time to time shaved her pussy for either someone else's asking or just to be different for a while for herself, she generally let it grow naturally Not that she was terribly hirsute or bushy, but it was dark and piano and mesmerizing. That little vee of womanly fur glistened in my sight. When Elly stood in forepart of me at the edge of the chair, she brought her hands up to grok her tit, one in each hand and rustle them as if to prove their weightiness or fullness perhaps. She smiled and continued up with her hands bringing her top along with them so that she could rip it off.

The lilliputian crop top went sailing and I was torn ... torn between looking into her heart, and looking at those weeping pap at eye horizontal surface and letting my eyes travel further down to that darkness trigon of her garden of Eden. Torn indeed. I shouldn't have been bothered though. Elly had it all under ascendance she had me under control or at to the lowest degree under her spell. She told me that she really, really comprehended 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 finish that way ... usually anyway. But she thought she knew how to give thanks me all the Saame.

I asked her what she had in intellect ... thinking I already knew ... hoping I was right. I was not disappointed. Elly smiled at me and again bent over to bring her deliciously allure titty near my still ardent 3rd leg. My prick was almost dancing with pent up excitement by this point. Elly again squeezed her breasts squirting milk all over my cock and belly. She released her tit and reached one hand to grasp my putz and rub the milk up and down the pecker to thoroughly wet it with the fond Milk. I thought she was just going to give me a hand job ... to get me off like she had intended earlier. I was wrong.

Elly stood back up and stepped back a tempo so that she could grab my knee joint and pull my legs together ... then she stepped back closer and straddled my ramification, climbing into my lap. Her dark hirsute little vee and more importantly her hot wet vaginal lips pressed my cock towards my belly, as she settled into a semi kneeling position. Elly leaned down and took my facial expression in both hands and brought her lips to mine and took my breath away with one of the sexiest most sensual buss I had ever gotten from any char before or since. The warmth and passion and ... and ... gratitude, literally steal my breath away. She knew it too. The smile of utter satisfaction on her human face as she broke the kiss and drew back to look at me could not have been identified as anything else.

We sat there in that big rocking death 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 mitt for one of her bosom and lifted it in offering to my face. My lips puckered in anticipation of their own accord. It must own been primal inherent aptitude because my mind was a useless mess at this level and it wasn't a conscious thought.

But purse they did ... and give suck too. My lips hungrily wrapped around that yielding rubbery tumid nipple and the sweet-scented tangy taste 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 palaver more of that vitalizing sustenance from Elly's breast. I groaned ... I couldn't service myself. This act and the sense were intuitive. It must have been the same for Elly as she moaned as well and her hips rocked forward and back as if she had twitched.

The mammilla that Elly had offered me first, must have been the Sami one that lilliputian Jen had suckled earlier, because the milk stopped flowing from that delicious nipple. Without skipping a bingle heartbeat, however, Elly swapped it out for the other breast and again my sass was flooded with that sweetly tangy milky goodness. Again, I moaned and shivered as Elly too moaned and she rocked a little more forcefully and urgently against my raging hardon trapped between us.

That all changed however, when Elly pulled that dainty feast from my sass as she rose up slightly and leaned back a bit. One of her hands on the back of the rocking chair beside my head, the other went between her peg to grasp my prick and bring it to where she really wanted it to be. Once, twice ... agonizingly three times Elly rubbed my fevered bulbous head along her heated wet pouting rim and that furry niggling oasis between her pegleg, before placing it at her torrid entrance. Her lip parted eagerly as she lowered herself down on me. We both groaned and moaned and gasped in unison as she slid down my proud rigidity. It was a relatively brusk trip as this position coupled with my rather norm duration didn't really permit for much deepness. But it was plenty deep sufficiency for me, and apparently it was just aright for Elly too.



The head of my cock, now completely enrobed in my aphrodisiacal wanton friend, was good in contact with her magic spot ... her g spot. That rough footling patch of billions of nerve endings that if treated nicely can get the body to respond in such splendid and mind-blowing ways ... Oh my ! Right ... there ! Elly froze momentarily, her eyes going immense and then narrowing as she gave me that impish smiling again. She told me that this meter she was not going to stop until I popped. She wanted to feel me cum inside her she wanted to feel my Milk River in her. And with that need, she began ...

Slowly at first, rising up causing her hot snatch to clasp at my peter and the bulging mushroom head as she tried to squelch it and force it up with her. Then ... she lowered herself down, again slowly, but softly, welcoming my intruder into her furnace, ending the stroke with a downwardly rocking motion that rubbed her excited clit against my abdomen. Inside the head of my cock was rubbing against that sheaf of brass. She repeated this several time, each clip picking up the pep pill a slight. Before prospicient Elly was fairly bouncing up and down and rocking her coxa and gasping each time that special spot was rubbed or her clit brushed against me.



bouncing has an enticing affect on bare unchained chest. Especially so if they are lactating, even if they aren't total of milk at that peculiar instant. Swaying with the rocking motions ... bouncing and jiggling with the bouncing up and down. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had been holding Elly's slope, her hips to steady her as she gyrated and bounced, but now I brought both hand up to charm those acrobatic knockout bouncing so enticingly in front of my expression. Of trend, I brought my lips to a nipple ... or tried. It was more of a hit or miss proffer as they were continually in apparent movement despite my perfervid taking hold. Still though ... I was rewarded with an occasional taste of that sweet mother's milk and an even sweet speech sound coming from Elly's rim.

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

This bouncing and rocking and gyrating marathon lasted for maybe all of three or four hour. Elly was the beginning to cum. She plunged as far down on me as this position would allow and buried her typeface in my shoulder to quieten further her tranquil small scream of exaltation. Her vaginal wall quivering and gripping my cock with waves of intense little turmoil. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't. Those sensations triggered my own release sending me rocketing to the moonlight and superstar as my Ball sent forth various steams of my love offering in as many pulsing burst. That must have amplified Elly's own climax because she seemed to get even high-pitched and she squealed into my neck, ending with a muffled ... what ... gag ... 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 look me in the typeface before locking her sass on mine again.

Another, briefer, breathing time taking kiss and we had to break away to regain our oxygen intake. I could still feel Elly twitching inside, her walls trying to milk my tool or maybe just giving it a thankful massage. That's a nice thought process. But it was done. A barely audible gurgle from the bassinet in the other room drew both of our attention and Elly was off of me in a beat. She had to pause standing up in front of me, her hands holding the arms of the chairperson to steady herself for a moment. She smiled at me and shook her head 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 excitement was over, my cock deflated, slowly but surely. When I had caught my own breather, I stood up shakily and reached to rend my exertion and short pants 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 eye of a diaper change. I was no alien to these things and helped her out ... first by stooping to her feet and letting her stair into her shorts and while I was down there, I kissed her ass impudence just for fun. Elly giggled and wiggled it as I pulled her shorts up.

Elly had her men full after putting the impudent 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 dirty nappy and dropped it in the soiled 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 fiddling eyes already closed again as she was on the truehearted raceway back to the ground of nod. Instead of relieving me of Jen, Elly wrapped her munition around my waist and nuzzled my neck opening giving me a kiss and whispering a thank you into my ear as she squeezed me gently.

That was about as close 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 love one another, it wasn't that sort of love. We were just caring Quaker ... exceptional friends for sure, but just ally. We were then and we still are to this day. Elly did cope with person else a yr or so later. She did come in love and she married him. The guy is a really great guy. I like him and I'm happy beyond words for Elly. I was there the day that the official borrowing confirmation came in. piddling 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 first of what would be three Thomas More children by her new husband. She quit working at the pizza chain after her second kid was born but I kept in touch when I could. I would be a regular whenever there were cookouts or movie company or game nighttime. Elly and I never did anything else sexually after she met her new husband. Sure, I missed our time together but I'm felicitous about her being glad than I am sad for my loss. Besides, I know early friends and I'm always as happy to help them out when they need a little assistance now and then.

Yet ... there are prison term when I think back and remember that night. I smile and then wonder if Elly's new hubby is as fond of female parent's milk as I was that night. sweet, dulcet storage.

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

Frodov