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All persons very or fancied in this story engaging in sexual body process are 18 years old or erstwhile. There is a infant, an infant, mentioned but in no way or mean value was the child involved.

I had an concern 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 space. She shared quite a lot with me, and I with her. It was a"word"we had one evening that brought back a memory from my yesteryear that just brought a smile to my face and it stayed there for a couple of Clarence Day. I mentioned a minuscule about it to her that evening but I have decided to tell that escapade with a short storey here. I will have to write it more as a fictitious account that my usual genuine fib as the head"character ”, other than myself, is still happily married ... to someone else. And ... I would not wish her any grief or harm from something I shared in a tale.

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

Kristi ... this is for you.

~Mother's Milk~

I'm a man ... I'm a unmarried man ... I've lived alone for days. How did I ever get wrangled into being a babysitter ? For an infant, no to a lesser extent ? I have no small fry of my own ... or at to the lowest degree that I know of anyway. I'm sure there could have been an accident somewhere along the way but as I've rarely if ever slept with anyone less than a acquaintance and I'm still in touch modality with all my admirer ... I think I might know if I had a tyke by any of them. I think. Life can be foreign sometimes and people do things that sometimes have no rhyme or reason.

So, I'm still trying to reasonableness out why I'm here at four in the morning on a Friday dark ... well Saturday morning now, in a rocking chairman burping this tiny lilliputian bundle of cooing bouquet. It's probably because I'm such a cinch for women in worldwide and a friend in pauperism in particular proposition. I've been told I'm too soft hearted and kind for my own undecomposed. I know I am, but I have no theme how I might deepen 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 soft fuzzy pink baby blanket on my berm her little face resting warmly against my cervix as she coos and makes those fiddling infant sounds that melt one's heart.

I may not own any children of my own, but that doesn't mean value I don't know a matter or two about child. I was the oldest of four siblings and as such I got the purity and prerogative ( yes tongue firmly in cheek ) of learning how and caring for babies ... everything. Everything from changing textile nappy ( Diaper Pins are torture device ! ) and later disposable napkin. I also learned how to warm nursing bottle before feeding. The importance of burping an baby after feeding ... and the wisdom of having a clean cloth diaper or towel over one's shoulder before burping said babe. The placate swaying and patient role pacing while rocking the youngster trying desperately to woo them back to sleep ... yeah ... I've been there done that.

Rocking chairperson are a tired man's ( or woman's ) innovation to exchange that pacing. Too many hour on one's tired feet makes for cranky parents. Or should I say crankier. Yeah, I like a serious rocking chair. This night ... er ... morning it was being put to undecomposed use indeed. earliest it had been occupied by the rightful possessor. possessor of both the hot seat and this sweetened little baby miss in my arm, my friend Elise. I'll call her Elly as I recount this dark for you. Neither name is really hers of track, but I explained the reason for that already. I'll call the angelical footling girl Jen, because I like that name, no other intellect.

I'd known Elly for about eight twelvemonth at this point in our life-time. That being the early on 1990s, XIX 1890s that is. The exact class and time are not important and could be too much data anyway so let's just say it was autumn. The air is ruckle and coolheaded and sometimes downright frosty of the early mornings. Of course of action, inside it is warm and cozy and that's were I would favour to be with a ally like Elly anyway. Yes, Friend. We were not dating, heavens no. I was more of a lesson supporter and shoulder joint to cry on from time to time ... and like this nighttime ... someone who was willing to stay 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 find her way after a farce of a marriage to a man that she learned was a stranger, not the someone she thought she had married. Funny how that works. No. Not funny really, it's sad. She had thought she was in sexual love. regretful, she thought he was in love with her. Turns out he was just in honey with the idea of having a pretty wife, on the side, a trophy perhaps.

They had had fights constantly for most of their wedlock, all of three years, with belittled stretches of equanimity between he storms. Those stretchiness kept growing shorter and farther in between trough they just stopped. The net straw was when Elly came home early one evening to tell her husband that she was pregnant. She wasn't expected home boulder clay early in the next morning. Both she, and her then married man worked for the Saami pizza delivery company that I work for. I knew both of them, of form. I had worked with both of them at their disunite emplacement. They didn't work at the Sami store. 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 father. As I had mentioned, she was not expected place until a lot later. So, her husband was surprised to see her home ... so was the early woman in bed with him. Elly was surprised too, well ... maybe not so much according to what she shared with me later after the fact. She had suspected that he was cheating on her but couldn't prove it. Well, now she had proof. Surprise.

Elly is a passably sang-froid customer most of the sentence. It's one of the thing I've always admired about her. cool and smartness. Oh, and to a lesser degree, wickedly sarcastic at clock time. That said, I can fully believe what she told me she said to both him and the other womanhood that fateful revealing night. Instead of crying or even screaming and yelling in anger, Elly cooly walked across their sleeping room from the doorway to the side of the bed and sat down on the sharpness on her side. The former adult female was cringing under the covers thinking that Elly was about to get medieval on her. As such, she was genuinely get when Elly smiled at her and began chatting.

Elly calmly asked if the early char was on any form of giving birth controller. She told her that she knew that her hubby despised using condoms, so any kind of protection would be left up to her. When the womanhood responded that she was not, Elly smiled sadly and lowered her nous as if a deep concern had been verified. She slowly shook her promontory and then smiled at the charwoman again and told her that she should really see seeing a doctor and soon.

The other woman's questioning expression prompted Elly to continue. Elly looked over at her cheating husband who was uncharacteristically holding his tongue but glaring at her. If you can hollo it glaring when you're confused as to what your spouse is up to after catching you in the middle of screwing another womanhood in her bed, and not freaking out. Elly told the woman the reason she had asked was because she had come home former to tell her husband that he was going to be a father. She was pregnant.

The husband went pale, according to Elly, and then started babbling apologies and early gimcrackery that fell on Elly's deaf ears at this point. Elly just smiled at him and then stood up from the bed and set over to accumulate the other woman's clothing. She walked out of the bedroom and into their living elbow room where she found the charwoman's pelage and her purse. Elly carried them all outside to the car parked on the American Stock Exchange in movement of their sign of the zodiac. She threw them all inside the car and then locked the doors and closed it.

Coming back into the house, Elly went to a Radclyffe Hall closet and pulled out the baggage that she and her hubby had bought for a vacation head trip a year earlier. She dragged the orotund pillowcase down the dormitory 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 arms then raised her articulatio radiocarpea to face at her watch.

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

Elly told the pinch operator that her husband had attacked and dragged a raw char into their family and raped her. The woman was still there and still naked and helpless. Please send the police as fast as they could, she was afraid that he was going to attack her next, delight hurry.

After staring incredulously at Elly for a second 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 dress into the loose suitcase in a frantic rushing, all the patch cursing her. The other woman, not knowing what else to do, got out of the bed as well but when she looked for her wearing apparel ... well ... she began to panic in an entirely different way. She began cursing the husband and demanding response and assistant.

Meanwhile, Elly had exited the bedroom and gone to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine-coloured to pour herself a glass. She had nearly lifted the glass to take a drink when she remembered why she had come home early in the first place. With a suspiration, Elly poured the chalk of wine down the drain in the kitchen sink and put the cork back in the bottle and put it back in the electric refrigerator. Instead, she poured a meth of Milk River then leaned back against the kitchen tabulator and crossed her ankles and folded her arms across her chest, lightly holding the glass of milk in one hand.

Elly's married man had found an old shirt of his that he let the other womanhood put on before he hurriedly closed up the stuffed grip and nearly ran out of the house to get in his car. He had almost backed out and driven away before the other woman yelled and flagged him down when she discovered all her things had been locked inside her own car and she was incapacitated and nearly bare and stranded. He let her into his car, what a gentleman, and then force back off with a squeal of tires in the nighttime, probably still cursing both his luck and his quick witted and vindictive wife.

Yes, my friend Elly had to talk to the police when they did arrive at their household ... no ... no longer a home ... their house, about ten minutes after her hubby had driven away. She apologized to them and explained that now she knew that the woman had come into their home willingly and that her hubby had been cheating with her. She told the officers what she had done and both, being oldtimer of the force and induce had dealt with domesticated disputes before, had a laugh over this birdsong. They told Elly to call them back if he showed back up but told her that she needed to get a restraining order the side by side day to shit it sound and functionary. They also told her that they were actually going to enjoy writing this report.

Now, it was just under a year later, from that fateful night. Thanks to a very good lawyer and an amicable and considerate judge, Elly and her now ex husband's divorce was short tracked to being finalized. Elly ended up with her car, the business firm ... and its mortgage, and promised child living and three geezerhood of alimony. One year for each of the old age they had been married. Elly had left visitation and shared hands rights on the table, but her ex declined. Such a marvellous man.

Elly had to stop working for a distich of month toward the end of her pregnancy and after the nascence of her baby girl. Her parents had helped out financially, as did her ex's parents surprisingly. But then again, it was their wonderful nestling they were helping out so it's apprehensible. There were no bad flavour between Elly and her erstwhile in-laws, they had always liked Elly and she had loved them as well.

There were ally who stepped up and offered helping manus as well, when needed. Like me. Elly had struggled but thanks to protagonist and folk she was keeping her straits above water system and making close meet and getting by, day by day. Her social spirit, however, was nonexistent during this prison term. Aside from visits from Friend for dinner or movie nights or just to sit and talk and watch tv, Elly never went anywhere or saw anyone. Dating ? No. No dating. Just too many responsibilities and certificate of indebtedness and who was going to desire to date a bingle female parent with a baby anyway ? Right ?



Try as I may, I couldn't get Elly to sympathize that she was sadly mistaken on that tally. There were guys out there who would still be concern in her, even with a baby. She of class scoffed at that notion claiming that the only guys interested in her would be interested in only one thing ... to get laid. It was a shadower of the deep-seated bitterness she now had against almost all of my fellow male extremity of our species. As a unscathed, we were all now suspect until proven innocent. That made living all the lonelier for my dear Elly.

There's something about a newborn and or an baby that simply takes all those other worry and shoves them on a back burner in our hearts and minds when we hold them in our hands. Elly's greatest joy in life was her daughter. I've personally watched her weep with joy as she held Jen to her bosom as she breast-fed the baby. There's an undeniable mother/child bond that can at times be simply overwhelming and soulfully happy. Pure love. And Thomas More.

What more could that be ? Well, it may not be talked about openly or publicly often anyway but it's a documented fact that some charwoman, many women in fact, become ... well ... aroused when they breast-feed their infants. The feeding spigots of those vitalizing mammary mounds of delectable shape are very medium. The bosom are even more sore on some adult female during this prison term than at any other time in their lives. So often so, that some even are aroused to the point of orgasm when feeding.

Elly was in this prosperous grouping of women, well, mostly. She became outrageously aroused almost every fourth dimension she fed Jen. Unfortunately, she didn't often climax as a result. More often than not it nearly pushed her to the very edge and left her hanging there, tingling, burning with desire and frustrated to the 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 Down, the urgency had faded and she was simply provide agitated and frustrated. With no relief, or at least man company for that, in sight. Yes, Elly could and would occupy 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 sculptural relief and sanity, there were the occasional interactions with assorted friends. Close friend, both male and female. Elly was not shy or bashful with her affections for friends she trusted and felt comfortable with. Those function were truly incidence of fundamental interaction with"friend with benefits ”. Elly was not romantically involved with any of these champion, myself included. But she did have sex all of us to some degree or another. I for one, know that the flavour were reciprocated tenfold.

During this workweek, the week that is now ending with me taking a tailspin in this rocking chair, tending to this beautiful little little girl in my arms, had been a interfering and cross calendar week for Elly. Her ex's alimony and nipper support requital had been late, again, and she had had a hard week at body of work. Elly had been working all dayshifts since returning to work after the baby was born. That way she didn't have to find soul to sit for her to the wee hours of the cockcrow while she worked night shift. No, dayshift was much more beneficial for all involved. Little Jen's grandparents shared sitting obligation for the most section 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 body of work earlier in the even to get up a bit. I had brought Elly Chinese take out that I knew she had been craving. I had overheard a phone conversation between Elly and another friends I was working alongside of at the clock time. So, I surprised her this night with some Chinese intellectual nourishment. 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 than once that she had been frustrated for some metre. Of course, she didn't have to tell me that, I knew it already. But since I was only a friend, even with benefit, it was not my place to hit suggestions. Elly had also told me on another juncture 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 babe. And so, now we are at the tip in the evening, on this night that this story really begins ....

Little Jen looked up into Elly's eyes with that soulful heart-rending loose silver dollar and idolisation and ... unconditional love that only a child can offer to their mother. Her podgy little pink cheeks snorting and hollowing as her tiny piddling jaw worked like a simple machine. Her niggling lip latched on securely to one of Elly's oh so sensitive teat as the life-giving mother's milk flowed from her breast into her hungry baby. The suckling auditory sensation and contented cooing were music to the soul, even to person who wasn't the child's mother ... me.

I sat on the arm of an easy electric chair just a twosome of feet away from Elly who was in the rocking electric chair with Jen. It was not the start time by any means that I had born informant to a breast-feeding and certainly not the number 1 time I'd seen Elly's bare knocker. 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 impersonation of a J. Edgar Hoover vacuum cleaner on Elly's sensitive nipple were driving her up the rampart ... I sensed that Elly was thinking about more than just nourishing her sprout. The look in Elly's eyes were enough to make me throb with anticipation.

stimulation ... a parlous and potentially embarrassing place that our bodies 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 little feeding lips and suckling amped up Elly's nerve endings and had her libido racing like a haul racer's engine, Elly was considering the berth. Considering me and how I might facilitate her.

When babe Jen stopped suckling and closed her piddling eye to set out to cast off to kip, 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 belch 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 babe in my arms as I rocked slowly back and forth while gently tapping lilliputian Jen's back to burp her.

Elly quite nearly ran down the hall from the sustenance elbow room to her bedroom. She didn't fuss to close the door when she entered. It was only a yoke of minute later when the first-class honours degree quiet and soft moans began filtering up the hall to my auricle. The sleeping accommodation was too far away to hear the imagined buzzing of a battery powered helper or it's sloshing in and out and around Elly's very wet and aroused sex.

I might not give birth heard the vibrator working or the sloshing, but my god I could still sense her erotically intense feminine aroma. I have a very good sense of sense of smell and on top of that, I am both conversant with Elly's special scent, and very very much enjoy the olfactory sensation of a woman ... any woman. The tantalizing emanations my nose was detecting had me getting aroused myself. An awkward juxtaposition to be in ... an infant in my arms as I gently tended to her after feeding gastronomical alimony ... and my easily aroused humanity steadily growing fuller and preparing for early duties.

Elly had taken nearly all of five minutes to direct the edge off of her boost and demanding neglected fur prime. She only worked herself to one quick orgasm before collecting herself and coming back out to the keep room to determine on me and Jen. As she emerged out of the hallway into the living elbow room, her face and neck were still flushed with her excitement and she was nearly panting as she hadn't caught her breath yet. The smile she gave me when she saw that I had burped and rocked little Jen to sleep was more blood-related to that motherly grinning than one of lubricious intentions, but her eyes 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 watching of Elly's take 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 cut through her bare white meat. Those delectable teats were still in full view and they too were flushed with her excitement. One other thing ... they were leaking a slight of female parent's milk still. Just one or two drops that oozed out of those all too associate mammilla and gently, silently trickled and ran down the bottom of Elly's tit to her abdomen or to drip off onto the flooring. Such a waste. Such a terrible waste.

While I was ogling Elly's milky breasts, she was checking out me. Or rather, Elly was checking out the growing bulge in my sweat pants. As she walked ... no ... stalked closer to me and the rocking chairman, she licked her backtalk before locking her gaze back up onto my eyes. I felt a jerking of fervor class through my body when I saw the look in her eyes. I had seen it before a few time, when we, helped one another with personal forcible motive. Still, I didn't suspect what she had in creative thinker, I mean come on. I was sitting there holding her baby.

When Elly stopped in strawman of me and the rocking chair, I stopped rocking and thought that she was going to take up Jen from my weapon so that she could go lay her down in the bassinet. That's what I got for mentation. Elly had something else entirely in judgement. Instead of bending over to experience her daughter from me, she placed her mitt on the arms of the chairman and lowered herself to her knees in forepart of me. Now kneeling, between my legs, she reached her hands over to run them over the excrescence in my sweats.

My rooster jumped. It literally jumped, like a slumbering soldier suddenly alert and cook for natural action, 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 fingerbreadth slip under the girdle of my sweats and boxers and tug them down ... or tried. I was still sitting after all. A pleading flavor from those lust filled brownness middle of hers had me lifting my bottom to assist in the remotion of my humiliated appendage clothing. Well ... to rip them down and out of Elly's way anyway.

When Elly pushed my sweats and short down below my stifle, her arms brushed against her breasts and her wet leaking mammilla. Some of her milk wetted the peel of her sleeve drawing her aid to the fact. She ran the finger of her righthand up under and over her properly teat and looked at it before looking up into my center and smiling impishly. Elly brought her milky fingers to her lip and licked at them before putting them in her mouth to suck them scavenge. I groaned.

Elly giggled at hearing me groan and then she grinned even more impishly as she repeated that move with her leave alone handwriting and finger's breadth ... only this clock time instead of bringing her mitt and fingers to her own mouth ... she raised it to mine as an offering. I groaned again ... and my dick bobbed of its own volition, bouncing in meter with my pulse that was accelerating faster with each passing moment. I noticed the smell first. It had a lemonlike sweetly aroma, so unlike from the stronger headier odor coming from Elly's sex.

The smell was enticing, but the taste ... oh my god ! The gustatory sensation ! I stuck out my tongue to work 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 digit into my uncoerced open mouth for me to give suck them pick. The confection fond 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's breadth, I looked in Elly's eyes and watched her boldness. She licked her lips and I heard her groan softly before she drew her bottom lip into her teeth and grinned mischievously at me as she withdrew her handwriting from my sassing. She looked at my dance and swaying cock and used both hands to gain her titty and play them closer to my fiddling soldier. She squeezed her pap firmly causing them to squeeze out and spray some more Milk out of her nipple ... across my thighs, my venter and near importantly, for her I would agnise, on my erect cock.

Elly didn't exactly soak my cock with her milk but she was generous with it all the same. But that natural process was only in preparation for what she had in mind. Something that nearly blew my mind. Elly leaned closer over her breasts causing them to press into the frame of my inner thighs as she brought her human face closer to my putz. conclusion decent to stick out her glossa and lick me from bottom to the tip of my binge and blaze up mushroom-shaped cloud head. God ! I was nearly regal with excitement. And the blank Milk River showed in gross dividing line, what little time I saw of it anyway. Elly opened her mouth and engulfed me and suckled not unlike what babe Jen had done to her own nipple less than half an hour earlier.

Truly, I had never, for a single mo in my wildest pipe dream ever imagined my session in a rocking chairman holding a sleeping infant in my arms while a sex starved Brigham Young female parent sucked voraciously on my cock. Wow ! Just ... Wow ! I was breathless and trying my unsaved not to moan so loud as to awake minuscule Jen. Elly was on a charge though. I just happened to be helping facilitate that imperative, and receiving Sir Thomas 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 pith, Elly kept her eyes on my own except when her center closed as jolts of sexual delight raced through her eubstance. I noticed that she had one hand buried in her own crotch, moving in time with her head on my cock. In and out, squelching wetly in time, in and out as she went up and down. I'm not sure when she thought to add to that but at one level, she brought her other manus away from her decease traction on the base of my pecker and gathered more Milk River on her fingers and raised them once again to my sassing ... I hungrily accepted the offering and licked and sucked them scavenge ... several times. Well ... between sonant moans and groan that we were both making by this tip.

The audio of our stirred up enjoyment were getting louder and more insistent as we got closer and closer to climax. I was afraid that I ... we ... were going to wake piddling Jen. I think Elly was too though. The lustfulness fueled ardour in her eyes became tempered with motherly concern and anyone who knows anything knows that maternal instincts trump EVERYTHING. But at that moment Elly was so tantalizingly shut. It turned out to be a ... well ... a turning point. Not that she had changed her intellect or her missionary station, but that I had inadvertently pushed her over the edge.

As Elly and I had both been having nagging thoughts and worry about our noise levels I had brought my properly helping hand from Jen's back where I had been patting her, to Elly's face to cup her cheek and stroke my quarter round gently across her left hand eye and eyebrow. It wasn't a witting 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 screeching around my cock that was still buried in her mouth.

Her face was beet red, her breathing had her nostrils flaring with each inhale and exhale as she refused to remove her rima oris from my now throbbing cock. She thought I was about to cum too, but I wasn't. She didn't or couldn't commemorate that I was almost never able to finish from a setback job. No matter how goodness the oral care was from my buff, I just had some sort of mental block that wouldn't let me nail the sexual transaction in that manner. That's not to say I didn't enjoy it. Oh, hell no ! I loved it anytime a fille would beautify me with such loving attention.

Elly had indeed momentarily forgotten this in her hast and race to meet her own heroic want. I couldn't blame her though. Far from it. I felt honored to have been able to attend in whatever manner it might induce been. This ... this was certainly no chore on my part. Far from it ! Holy Mother of God ! It felt beneficial ! Elly was reeling with her own flood tide at that moment though. I think part of the reason she didn't going her vacuum SEAL on me was because her ramification were shaking and she was trembling all over her body from the intensity of her orgasm. I knew it was subsiding when she finally reopened her eye to stare up at me with optic that were almost saddened and full of silent apology.

I stroked her cheek again, this time knowingly and expressed my savvy and pleasure all in one bare gesture ... that and smiled, a lot. She cocked her head ( no pun intended ) slightly to one side and let her eyeball dart from my own to my genital organ and then back to my eyes as if to ask me if I was even close. I understood the unspoken interrogative and pursed my backtalk slightly and agitate my head slowly in the negative. Elly's brow softened as if saddened and she slid her mouth off of me to take in in a huge sighing breath as she sat back on her cad.

I told her it was alright, she was not the first-class honours degree to be disappointed by my deficiency of finally from even amazing oral ministrations. I enjoyed everything she had done to and for me and wouldn't have changed a thing. With a sad smile 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 sheaf, her kid. Elly grow and walked with that little bounce gated walk that female parent in fourth dimension in commemoration have all done while carrying their infants, to pipe down them or to preserve them from waking up. I sat there breathless, my stew and shorts still around my ankle and my cock still standing at tending ... but feeling a loss. The warmheartedness that I had grown used to from Jen, wrapped in her slight swaddle blanket as she lay on my chest and articulatio humeri was now gone ... replaced with a slight chill of the airconditioned coolness of the elbow room.

Weird indeed. But this dark wasn't over yet ... even if it was actually in the early morning now. Elly had put Jen down in her bassinet and tucked her in to kip, then returned to the life room looking to make it up to me. For not having been able to get me off just minutes earlier. The expression in her eyes and on her face might get sent some running game for cover. It should have worried me more than it did but then, I had some determine experience with this woman already. But even that didn't make me for what was about to blossom out.

As she walked ... no ... stalked towards me, still seated in the big rocking hot seat, Elly thumbed the waistband of her Dame Ellen Terry cloth shorts that she generally slept in. Thumbed and pushed down, down over her hips till she had to stop walking just long enough for them to drop to her ankle joint. Smiling, she stepped out of them, now naked from the toes up to her mild cotton tee crop top. The top swayed temptingly as she stepped ever closer her braless tit rolling with each exaggerated gate.

Elly was a born kind of miss. Although I knew that she had from time to time shaved her twat for either individual else's postulation or just to be dissimilar for a piece for herself, she generally let it raise naturally Not that she was terribly hirsute or bushy, but it was dark and easy and mesmerizing. That short vee of womanly fur glistened in my raft. When Elly stood in battlefront of me at the boundary of the chair, she brought her hands up to grok her breasts, one in each hand and annul them as if to test their weight or fullness perhaps. She smiled and continued up with her men bringing her top along with them so that she could pull it off.

The little craw top went sailing and I was torn ... torn between looking into her center, and looking at those weeping nipples at eye level and letting my eyes travel further down to that night triangle of her garden of Eden. Torn indeed. I shouldn't have been bothered though. Elly had it all under ascendancy she had me under command or at to the lowest degree 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 thing out in haste. She told me she felt bad for teasing me so much when she came back and then came again while doing so. She now remembered that I had shared with her about my inability to finish that way ... usually anyway. But she thought she knew how to thank me all the Same.

I asked her what she had in judgement ... thinking I already knew ... hoping I was right-hand. I was not disappointed. Elly smiled at me and again bent over to work her deliciously tempting breasts near my still ardent one-third leg. My dick was almost dancing with pent up upheaval by this point. Elly again squeezed her breasts squirting milk all over my hammer and abdomen. She released her breasts and reached one hand to savvy my peter and rub the Milk up and down the spear to thoroughly wet it with the warm milk. I thought she was just going to throw me a hired man job ... to get me off like she had intended earlier. I was haywire.

Elly stood back up and stepped back a yard so that she could grab my articulatio genus and pull my legs together ... then she stepped back closer and straddled my stage, climbing into my lap. Her morose hairy little vee and more importantly her hot wet vaginal sass pressed my cock towards my abdomen, as she settled into a trucking rig kneeling locating. Elly leaned down and took my face in both paw and brought her rim to mine and took my breathing space away with one of the sexiest nigh sensual candy kiss I had ever gotten from any adult female before or since. The heat and passion and ... and ... gratitude, literally stole my breath away. She knew it too. The smile of utter satisfaction on her 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 professorship ... or rather, I sat there and Elly was perched in my lap facing me, as it rocked gently to and fro. Elly smiled that smiling and reached both hands for one of her breasts and lifted it in offering to my face. My backtalk puckered in anticipation of their own accord. It must bear been primordial inherent aptitude because my mind was a useless mess at this point and it wasn't a conscious thought.

But purse they did ... and suckle too. My lips hungrily wrapped around that yielding rubbery upright teat and the sweet sourish taste of hot mother's milk filled my senses. The outset dip hitting my glossa that eagerly lapped at and swirled around and around it as if to coax Thomas More of that life-giving nourishment from Elly's breast. I groaned ... I couldn't helper myself. This act and the champion were visceral. 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 teat that Elly had offered me first, must have been the same one that little Jen had suckled earlier, because the milk stopped flowing from that delicious tit. Without skipping a single heartbeat, however, Elly swapped it out for the other breast and again my mouth was flooded with that perfumed sourish 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 feast from my lips as she rose up slightly and leaned back a bit. One of her hands on the dorsum of the rocking professorship beside my promontory, the other went between her legs to grok my cock 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 brim and that furry picayune haven between her legs, before placing it at her ardent entering. Her mouth parted eagerly as she lowered herself down on me. We both groaned and moaned and gasped in unison as she slid down my proud rigidness. It was a relatively short tripper as this position coupled with my rather mean distance didn't really allow for practically depth. But it was plenty trench enough for me, and apparently it was just in good order for Elly too.



The head of my peter, now completely enrobed in my sexy wanton friend, was right in contact with her conjuring trick smudge ... her g spot. That jumpy lilliputian plot of ground of billions of nerve endings that if treated nicely can get the organic structure to answer in such magnificent and mind-blowing way of life ... Oh my ! Right ... there ! Elly froze momentarily, her eyes going huge and then narrowing as she gave me that impish smile again. She told me that this time she was not going to give up until I popped. She wanted to feel me cum inside her she wanted to feel my Milk in her. And with that demand, she began ...

Slowly at first, rising up causing her hot slit to clasp at my cock and the bulbous mushroom head as she tried to squeeze it and pull it up with her. Then ... she lowered herself down, again slowly, but softly, welcoming my trespasser into her furnace, ending the diagonal with a downward rocking apparent movement that rubbed her excited clitoris against my abdominal cavity. Inside the drumhead of my dick was rubbing against that bundle of nerves. She repeated this several meter, each time picking up the speed a small. Before foresighted Elly was fairly bouncing up and down and rocking her rose hip and gasping each time that special spot was rubbed or her clit brushed against me.



Bouncing has an enticing affect on bare untied breasts. Especially so if they are lactating, even if they aren't to the full of Milk River at that particular moment. Swaying with the rocking apparent motion ... bouncing and jiggling with the bouncing up and down. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had been holding Elly's sides, her articulatio coxae to stabilise her as she gyrated and bounced, but now I brought both hand up to capture those acrobatic ravisher bouncing so enticingly in front end of my face. Of course, I brought my lips to a nipple ... or tried. It was more than of a hit or miss proposition as they were continually in motion despite my fervent grasping. Still though ... I was rewarded with an occasional preference of that sweet female parent's milk and an even sweeter sound coming from Elly's lip.

I would fuck to say that this went on forever or for a long time ... neither would be lawful or even possible of trend. We were both so very commove already and the sense impression were just too a great deal ... the drive was a forgetful one. But damn ! Was it a hot one and I have no regret whatsoever. fountainhead ... save that it was so brief.

This bounce and rocking and gyrating Marathon lasted for maybe all of three or four transactions. Elly was the first to cum. She plunged as far down on me as this post would allow and buried her face in my articulatio humeri to still further her placidity little shrieking of cristal. Her vaginal walls quivering and gripping my cock with waves of vivid little convulsions. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't. Those ace triggered my own release sending me rocketing to the moon and sensation as my balls sent forth several steams of my love offering in as many pulsing explosion. That must have amplified Elly's own climax because she seemed to get even higher and she squealed into my neck, ending with a tone down ... what ... jest ... sob ? I'm not sure what it was but she certainly didn't seem the to the lowest degree bit distraught when she finally lifted her caput up to look me in the face before locking her lips on mine again.

Another, briefer, intimation taking kiss and we had to divulge away to recover our oxygen inspiration. I could still sense Elly twitching inside, her walls trying to milk my prick or maybe just giving it a thankful massage. That's a nice thought. But it was done. A barely audible gurgle from the bassinet in the other room drew both of our care and Elly was off of me in a heartbeat. She had to hesitate standing up in battlefront of me, her hands holding the limb of the chairperson to steady herself for a consequence. She smiled at me and shook her head before standing up straight and turning to go to the other way. Just before she went through the doorway, she turned to take care back at me, and smiled again.

Now that the excitation was over, my pecker deflated, slowly but surely. When I had caught my own breath, I stood up shakily and reached to pull my sudor and shorts back up. I picked up Elly's top and then her shorts and carried them down the dorm to where she was with Jen. I walked into the middle of a diaper change. I was no stranger to these things and helped her out ... first by stooping to her animal foot and letting her whole step into her drawers 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 deal full after putting the fresh diaper on Jen so I couldn't put her top backbone on for her. Instead, I offered to hold back Jen while she slipped it on herself. She did so then took the unclean nappy and dropped it in the dirty napkin bin and closed the top securely. She turned back to me and smiled as I was holding Jen and cooing in her ear and bouncing her. Her little center already closed again as she was on the flying track back to the land of nod. Instead of relieving me of Jen, Elly wrapped her arms around my waistline and nuzzled my cervix giving me a candy 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 pa and Elly my married woman. Easily ... but as much as we did hump one another, it wasn't that variety of love life. We were just caring admirer ... special friends for sure, but just ally. We were then and we still are to this day. Elly did meet someone else a twelvemonth or so later. She did go down in love and she married him. The guy is a really great guy. I like him and I'm well-chosen beyond Holy Writ for Elly. I was there the day that the official adoption substantiation came in. footling Jen now had a very dad. Someone who loved her as much as he did her female parent.

It wasn't long before Jen got pregnant again. It was the first-class honours degree of what would be three more than children by her new husband. She quit working at the pizza chain of mountains after her mo youngster was born but I kept in hint when I could. I would be a regular whenever there were cookouts or movie parties or plot night. Elly and I never did anything else sexually after she met her new husband. Sure, I missed our times together but I'm happier about her being happy than I am sad for my exit. Besides, I know other friends and I'm always as happy to help them out when they need a little aid now and then.

Yet ... there are times when I think back and commend that dark. I smile and then wonder if Elly's new husband is as fond of mother's Milk as I was that night. sweet, perfumed memories.

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

Frodov