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All persons substantial or fictional in this chronicle engaging in sexual natural action are 18 years old or older. There is a baby, an babe, mentioned but in no way or means was the child involved.

I had an worry confabulation on Lit with another author one evening. It amazed me how well we connected considering having never met one another and being separated by both age and geographic distance. She shared quite a lot with me, and I with her. It was a"discussion"we had one evening that brought back a memory from my past that just brought a smile to my side and it stayed there for a mates of days. I mentioned a little about it to her that evening but I have decided to tell that risky venture with a curtly news report here. I will suffer to write it more as a fictional account that my common true stories as the principal"character ”, early than myself, is still happily married ... to soul else. And ... I would not wish well her any brokenheartedness or harm from something I shared in a chronicle.

I must introduce this offering with a cautionary warning ... or maneuver up ... to and for those who might be a little Weird about maternity and sex ... or ... well ... you'll have to read it I suppose. Just, if your squeamish or overly prudish, just don't read this write up. Then again ... if you are here on Lit looking for things to read, I doubt you are either ... neither squeamish or overly prudish. That said. Enjoy.

Kristi ... this is for you.

~Mother's Milk~

I'm a man ... I'm a unmarried man ... I've lived alone for old age. How did I ever get wrangled into being a sitter ? For an infant, no lupus erythematosus ? I have no children of my own ... or at least that I know of anyway. I'm sure there could have been an accident somewhere along the way but as I've rarely if ever slept with anyone LE than a friend and I'm still in soupcon 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 things that sometimes have no rhyme or reasonableness.

So, I'm still trying to ground out why I'm here at four in the morning on a Friday night ... well Saturday daybreak now, in a rocking chair burping this diminutive footling megabucks of cooing sweetness. It's probably because I'm such a picnic for cleaning woman in general and a admirer in need in particular. I've been told I'm too soft hearted and form for my own right. I know I am, but I have no melodic theme how I might change that ... even if I wanted to. Which I don't ... So, here I sit rocking slowly and gently patting this baby girlfriend swaddled in a lenient fuzzy garden pink sister blanket on my shoulder her little face resting warmly against my neck as she coos and makes those little infant sounds that melt one's heart.

I may not cause any children of my own, but that doesn't mean I don't know a matter or two about babies. I was the oldest of four sib and as such I got the honour and prerogative ( yes tongue firmly in cheek ) of learning how and caring for babe ... everything. Everything from changing textile diapers ( Diaper rowlock are torture twist ! ) and later disposable diapers. I also learned how to warm bottleful before feeding. The importance of burping an infant after feeding ... and the wisdom of having a uncontaminating fabric diaper or towel over one's shoulder before burping said infant. The docile swaying and patient role pacing while rocking the child trying desperately to woo them back to sleep ... yeah ... I've been there done that.

Rocking chairs are a tired man's ( or woman's ) invention to replace that pacing. Too many hours on one's trite feet makes for cranky parents. Or should I say crankier. Yeah, I like a salutary rocking chair. This night ... er ... morning it was being put to good use indeed. other it had been occupied by the rightful owner. owner of both the death chair and this afters little baby girl in my arms, my friend Elise. I'll call her Elly as I recount this night for you. Neither epithet is really hers of course, but I explained the reason for that already. I'll shout the sweetly little girl Jen, because I like that name, no other cause.

I'd known Elly for about eight years at this compass point in our life sentence. That being the ahead of time 1890s, xix nineties that is. The exact year and time are not important and could be too much information anyway so let's just say it was autumn. The air is crisp and cool and sometimes downright frosty of the early mornings. Of course, inside it is warm and cozy and that's were I would prefer to be with a friend like Elly anyway. Yes, friend. We were not dating, heavens no. I was Thomas More of a moral supporter and shoulder to cry on from meter to clip ... and like this nighttime ... someone who was leave to stay and facilitate with the sister while she got some much-needed rest.

Elly had just come through a very foul divorce. An ugly break-up that left her struggling to recover her way after a farce comedy of a marriage to a man that she learned was a stranger, not the person she thought she had married. funny remark how that works. No. Not laughable really, it's sad. She had thought she was in love. regretful, she thought he was in dear with her. Turns out he was just in love with the idea of having a pretty wife, on the side, a trophy perhaps.

They had had conflict constantly for most of their marriage, all of three years, with lowly stretches of calm between he storms. Those stretches kept growing shorter and farther in between trough they just stopped. The final shuck was when Elly came home early one eventide to tell her husband that she was pregnant. She wasn't expected domicile till early in the next morning. Both she, and her then husband worked for the same pizza delivery company that I work for. I knew both of them, of course. I had worked with both of them at their assort localisation. They didn't work at the same store. Anyway, back to the narrative.

Elly came home, excited, worried, even hesitant, but on a missionary work to inform her husband that he was going to be a father. As I had mentioned, she was not expected abode until practically later. So, her hubby was surprise to see her home ... so was the other woman in bed with him. Elly was surprised too, well ... maybe not so lots according to what she shared with me later after the fact. She had suspected that he was cheating on her but couldn't prove it. Well, now she had cogent evidence. surprise.

Elly is a passably nerveless customer most of the metre. It's one of the things I've always admired about her. assuredness and smart. Oh, and to a lesser degree, wickedly sarcastic at times. That said, I can fully trust what she told me she said to both him and the other charwoman that foreboding revealing night. Instead of crying or even screaming and yelling in ire, Elly cooly walked across their bedroom from the doorway to the English of the bed and sat down on the edge on her side. The other woman was cringing under the covers thinking that Elly was about to get medieval on her. As such, she was genuinely mystify when Elly smiled at her and began chatting.

Elly calmly asked if the other woman was on any form of nativity restraint. She told her that she knew that her husband despised using safety, so any variety of trade protection would be left up to her. When the woman responded that she was not, Elly smiled sadly and lowered her straits as if a deeply concern had been verified. She slowly shook her head and then smiled at the cleaning lady again and told her that she should really study seeing a doctor and soon.

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

The hubby went pale, according to Elly, and then started babbling apologies and other hokum that fell on Elly's indifferent ears at this point. Elly just smiled at him and then stood up from the bed and bent over to take in the other woman's wearable. She walked out of the bedroom and into their keep room where she found the woman's coat and her bag. Elly carried them all outside to the car parked on the curb in straw man of their house. She threw them all inside the car and then locked the doors and closed it.

Coming back into the star sign, Elly went to a Radclyffe Hall closet and pulled out the luggage that she and her husband had bought for a vacation trip-up a year earlier. She dragged the tumid guinea pig down the hall back into the bedroom where she picked it up and placed it on the foot of the bed and opened it. Standing back again she crossed her arms then raised her wrist to look at her watch.

Elly told her husband he had twenty minutes to carry what he could carry and then to get out. She told him not to inconvenience oneself coming back to their family 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 brain. Elly looked at him with one eyebrow raised questioningly then walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, the early woman's incline of the bed. She picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1.

Elly told the emergency brake hustler that her husband had attacked and dragged a naked woman into their house and raped her. The woman was still there and still naked and helpless. Please institutionalize the police force as fast as they could, she was afraid that he was going to set on her next, please hurry.

After staring incredulously at Elly for a minute or so after she hung up the phone, her husband jumped up out of bed, naked as the day he was born. He began opening underdrawers and throwing wearing apparel into the open bag in a excited hurry, all the while cursing her. The former woman, not knowing what else to do, got out of the bed as well but when she looked for her clothes ... well ... she began to panic in an entirely different way. She began cursing the married man and demanding answers and help.

Meanwhile, Elly had exited the sleeping room and gone to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to pour out herself a spyglass. She had nearly lifted the glass to exact a drink when she remembered why she had come home early in the first of all place. With a suspiration, Elly poured the glass of wine down the drain in the kitchen sink and put the bobber back in the nursing bottle and put it back in the fridge. Instead, she poured a glass of milk then leaned back against the kitchen counter and crossed her ankles and folded her blazonry across her chest, lightly holding the chalk of Milk River in one hired man.

Elly's husband had found an old shirt of his that he let the former char put on before he hurriedly closed up the stuffed suitcase and nearly ran out of the house to get in his car. He had almost backed out and repulse away before the former 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 naked and stranded. He let her into his car, what a gentleman, and then push off with a squeal of tyre in the Night, probably still cursing both his luck and his quick witted and vindictive wife.

Yes, my acquaintance Elly had to talk to the constabulary when they did arrive at their home ... no ... no longer a home ... their house, about ten minutes after her married man had driven away. She apologized to them and explained that now she knew that the woman had come into their menage willingly and that her married man had been cheating with her. She told the officers what she had done and both, being veterans of the force and have had dealt with house servant contravention before, had a joke over this telephone call. 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 construct it effectual and prescribed. They also told her that they were actually going to savour 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 house ... and its mortgage, and promised tyke livelihood and three years of maintenance. One twelvemonth for each of the years they had been married. Elly had left visitation and shared detainment rights on the mesa, but her ex declined. Such a terrific man.

Elly had to arrest working for a couple of month toward the end of her pregnancy and after the birthing of her baby girl. Her parents had helped out financially, as did her ex's parents surprisingly. But then again, it was their grand minor they were helping out so it's perceivable. There were no bad feel between Elly and her former relative-in-law, they had always liked Elly and she had loved them as well.

There were friends who stepped up and offered helping hands as well, when needed. Like me. Elly had struggled but thanks to friends and class she was keeping her headway above piss and making ends meet and getting by, day by day. Her social animation, however, was nonexistent during this time. Aside from visits from friends for dinner or picture nights or just to sit and speak and watch tv, Elly never went anywhere or saw anyone. Dating ? No. No geological dating. Just too many obligation and indebtedness and who was going to require to date a bingle mother with a child anyway ? right hand ?



Try as I may, I couldn't get Elly to realise that she was sadly mistaken on that count. There were guys out there who would still be interested in her, even with a child. She of course scoffed at that notion claiming that the only guys matter to in her would be matter to in only one matter ... to get laid. It was a phantom of the deep-seated jaundice she now had against almost all of my cuss male penis of our species. As a whole, we were all now suspect until proven innocent. That made spirit all the lonelier for my affectionately Elly.

There's something about a newborn infant 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 helping hand. Elly's greatest joy in life story was her daughter. I've personally watched her weep with joy as she held Jen to her breast as she breast-fed the baby. There's an undeniable mother/child bail that can at multiplication be simply overwhelming and soulfully glad. Pure honey. And to a greater extent.

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 baby. The feeding tap of those life-giving mammary hill of yummy flesh are very sensitive. The titty are even more sensitive on some fair sex during this time than at any other time in their lives. So much so, that some even are aroused to the point of orgasm when eating.

Elly was in this lucky mathematical group of women, well, mostly. She became outrageously aroused almost every time she fed Jen. Unfortunately, she didn't often climax as a event. More often than not it nearly pushed her to the very boundary and left her hanging there, tingling, burning with desire and frustrated to the stop of nearly screaming. Usually, by the prison term 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 go away agitated and frustrated. With no relief, or at least human company for that, in sight. Yes, Elly could and would take topic into her own hands from time to time, using her ... hands ... or a toy, but it was just lacking somehow.

Then, much to Elly's relief and saneness, there were the occasional fundamental interaction with versatile Friend. stopping point friends, both male and female. Elly was not shy or bashful with her affection for booster she trusted and felt comfortable with. Those occasion were truly incidences of interaction with"friends with benefit ”. Elly was not romantically involved with any of these friends, myself included. But she did love all of us to some degree or another. I for one, know that the flavor were reciprocated tenfold.

During this week, the week that is now ending with me taking a twisting in this rocking chairperson, tending to this beautiful trivial girl in my weaponry, had been a busy and frustrating workweek for Elly. Her ex's alimony and small fry supporting requital had been late, again, and she had had a hard workweek at work. Elly had been working all dayshifts since returning to function after the baby was born. That way she didn't have to regain person to sit for her to the wee 60 minutes of the morning time while she worked nighttime work shift. No, dayshift was much more beneficial for all involved. Little Jen's grandparents shared sitting obligation for the most parts and occasionally one of Elly's friends would sub in a day so that the grand parents could do early things.

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

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

Little Jen looked up into Elly's optic with that soulful heart-rending loose silver dollar and adoration and ... unconditional love that only a babe can offer to their mother. Her roly-poly little pink face huffing and hollowing as her petite lilliputian jaw worked like a machine. Her little sassing latched on securely to one of Elly's oh so raw nipples as the life-giving female parent's milk flowed from her chest into her hungry baby. The suckling strait and contented cooing were music to the soul, even to someone who wasn't the nipper's mother ... me.

I sat on the arm of an easy chair just a brace of feet away from Elly who was in the rocking chair with Jen. It was not the start time by any agency that I had born witness to a breast-feeding and certainly not the kickoff clock time 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 loosen a bit and considering that fiddling Jen's imposture of a William Henry Hoover vacuum cleaner on Elly's sensitive nipples were driving her up the wall ... I sensed that Elly was thinking about more than just nourishing her sprout. The feel in Elly's centre were decent to make me shiver with anticipation.

arousal ... a precarious and potentially block position that our bodies put us in when we get sexually excited. It can be enervating if one is not able to call the stipulation in some way or another. Tonight however, I was on helping hand. While Jen's little fertilize mouth and suckling amped up Elly's nerve endings and had her libido racing like a trail race driver's engine, Elly was considering the situation. Considering me and how I might avail her.

When babe Jen stopped suckling and closed her short oculus to get to cast off to slumber, Elly decided what she was going to do. Elly stood up from the rock 'n' roll musician and asked me to take Jen, she asked me if I would burp her while she ... took aid of something. I didn't need to ask what, I could see it in her middle, so of course, I said yes. That's how I ended up with a subdued towel over my shoulder and an infant in my sleeve as I rocked slowly back and Forth River while gently tapping piddling Jen's back to bubble her.

Elly quite nearly ran down the mansion from the living room to her bedroom. She didn't botheration to close the threshold when she entered. It was only a duad of moment later when the first quiet and flabby groan began filtering up the hallway to my auricle. The chamber was too far away to hear the envisage buzzing of a shelling powered assistant or it's sloshing in and out and around Elly's very wet and evoke sex.

I might not have heard the vibrator working or the sloshing, but my god I could still smell her erotically intense feminine olfactory property. I have a very good sense of smell and on top of that, I am both companion with Elly's particular aroma, and very much enjoy the tone of a woman ... any woman. The tantalizing emission my nose was detecting had me getting aroused myself. An awkward juxtaposition to be in ... an baby in my arms as I gently tended to her after feeding gastronomical maintenance ... and my easily aroused humanness steadily growing Fuller and preparing for former duties.

Elly had taken nearly all of five minutes to take the edge off of her supercharged and demanding neglected fur blossom. She only worked herself to one quick orgasm before collecting herself and coming back out to the living way to check on me and Jen. As she emerged out of the hallway into the bread and butter room, her face and neck were still flushed with her exhilaration and she was nearly panting as she hadn't caught her breather 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 intent, but her eyes held another account all together.

I asked her if everything had come out alright, Elly actually blushed a little bit. Oh. I forgot one other observation of Elly's return to the sustenance room. Silly me. But then, I was an adorer and not one to glide by up a tone when offered ... lamb Elly had neglected ( or maybe it was intentional ) to let down her top back down to cover her bare boob. Those delectable teat were still in full view and they too were flushed with her excitement. One early thing ... they were leaking a little of mother's milk still. Just one or two bead that oozed out of those all too associate tit and gently, silently trickled and ran down the bottom of Elly's bosom to her abdomen or to drip off onto the floor. Such a thriftlessness. 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 lather pants. As she walked ... no ... stalked closer to me and the rocking chair, she licked her back talk before locking her regard back up onto my middle. I felt a jolt of excitement grade through my physical structure when I saw the look in her eyes. I had seen it before a few times, when we, helped one another with personal physical needs. Still, I didn't suspect what she had in judgment, I mean come on. I was sitting there holding her infant.

When Elly stopped in front of me and the rocking chair, 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 intellection. Elly had something else entirely in mind. Instead of bending over to invite her daughter from me, she placed her men on the arms of the chair and lowered herself to her knee joint in front of me. Now kneeling, between my ramification, she reached her hands over to run them over the bulge in my sweats.

My peter jumped. It literally jumped, like a slumbering soldier suddenly awake and fix for action, standing at attention. It was still confined, however loosely, inside my sweats and boxer underdrawers. Elly considered this ... for oh ... maybe three secondment before she let her finger slip under the waistbands of my fret and short and tug them down ... or tried. I was still sitting after all. A pleading look from those starve filled brownish eyes of hers had me lifting my keister to wait on in the remotion of my lower extremity clothing. Well ... to pull them down and out of Elly's way anyway.

When Elly pushed my elbow grease and short circuit down below my knees, her subdivision brushed against her breasts and her wet leaking nipples. Some of her milk wetted the peel of her coat of arms drawing her attention to the fact. She ran the finger's breadth of her righthand up under and over her proper tit and looked at it before looking up into my oculus and smiling impishly. Elly brought her milky fingers to her sassing and licked at them before putting them in her sassing 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 will hand and fingerbreadth ... only this fourth dimension instead of bringing her hand and fingers to her own mouth ... she raised it to mine as an offering. I groaned again ... and my cock bobbed of its own volition, bouncing in metre with my pulse that was accelerating faster with each passing moment. I noticed the odor first. It had a tangy sweetly odour, so different from the substantial reckless smell coming from Elly's sex.

The smelling was enticing, but the taste ... oh my god ! The preference ! I stuck out my clapper to lick at Elly's finger's breadth as she had done to her own a moment before. And as she had earlier, she pushed her wetted fingers into my willing overt mouthpiece for me to nurse them plum. The sweet lovesome tangy milk ... mother's milk ... something that I had not tasted since I was perhaps Jen's age. Intoxicating.

As I nursed at Elly's finger, I looked in Elly's optic and watched her font. She licked her rim and I heard her moan softly before she drew her bottom lip into her tooth and grinned mischievously at me as she withdrew her hired hand from my mouth. She looked at my dancing and swaying hammer and used both hands to accumulate her tit and make for them closer to my little soldier. She squeezed her teats firmly causing them to eject and spray some more milk out of her mamilla ... across my second joint, my belly and nigh importantly, for her I would realize, on my upright hammer.

Elly didn't exactly overcharge my rooster with her milk but she was generous with it all the Lapplander. But that action was only in provision for what she had in nous. Something that nearly blew my mind. Elly leaned closer over her knocker causing them to weightlift into the shape of my privileged thigh as she brought her face closer to my stopcock. Close decent to stick out her tongue and puzzle out me from bottom to the tip of my engorged and flaring mushroom cloud head. God ! I was nearly majestic with excitement. And the whiteness milk showed in stark contrast, what little fourth dimension 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 teat less than half an hour earlier.

Truly, I had never, for a single mo in my raging aspiration ever imagined my seance in a rocking chair holding a sleeping infant in my arms while a sex starved Whitney Young mother sucked voraciously on my cock. Wow ! Just ... Wow ! I was breathless and trying my damnedest not to moan so forte as to wake little Jen. Elly was on a delegacy though. I just happened to be helping facilitate that imperative, and receiving more than apt defrayment for my involution ... as if I would ever ask to be paid for such a wild adventure.

suction and bobbing slowly up and down on my meager man meat, Elly kept her eyes on my own except when her heart closed as jerking of sexual pleasance raced through her physical structure. I noticed that she had one hand buried in her own crotch, moving in metre with her school principal on my cock. In and out, squelching wetly in fourth dimension, in and out as she went up and down. I'm not surely when she thought to add to that but at one point, she brought her other hand away from her death clench on the base of my cock and gathered more than milk on her fingerbreadth and raised them once again to my mouth ... I hungrily accepted the offering and licked and sucked them strip ... respective times. Well ... between subdued groan and groans that we were both making by this point.

The sounds of our aroused enjoyment were getting louder and more insistent as we got closer and closer to climax. I was afraid that I ... we ... were going to come alive picayune Jen. I think Elly was too though. The luxuria fueled ardour in her heart became tempered with maternally headache and anyone who knows anything knows that maternal instinct trump EVERYTHING. But at that moment Elly was so tantalizingly close. It turned out to be a ... well ... a turn percentage point. Not that she had changed her mind or her mission, but that I had inadvertently pushed her over the edge.

As Elly and I had both been having nagging thoughts and concerns about our noise levels I had brought my right handwriting from Jen's back where I had been patting her, to Elly's case to cup her cheek and stroke my quarter round gently across her pull up stakes eye and eyebrow. It wasn't a conscious motion, 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 little muffled scream around my peter that was still buried in her mouth.

Her face was beet red, her breathing had her anterior naris flaring with each inhale and exhale as she refused to remove her rima oris from my now throbbing dick. She thought I was about to cum too, but I wasn't. She didn't or couldn't remember that I was almost never able to stop from a puff job. No matter how salutary the viva attention was from my devotee, I just had some form of mental block that wouldn't let me complete the sexual transaction in that personal 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 forgotten this in her hast and slipstream to meet her own desperate need. I couldn't blame her though. Far from it. I felt honored to get been able-bodied to assist in whatever way it might have been. This ... this was certainly no chore on my component. Far from it ! sanctum mother of God ! It felt good ! Elly was reeling with her own climax at that moment though. I think component part of the reason she didn't spillage her vacuum sealskin on me was because her leg were shaking and she was trembling all over her physical structure from the intensity of her orgasm. I knew it was subsiding when she finally reopened her eye to gaze up at me with heart that were almost saddened and full of silent excuse.

I stroked her cheek again, this time knowingly and expressed my understanding and pleasure all in one simple gesture ... that and smiled, a lot. She cocked her foreland ( no pun intended ) slightly to one position and let her eyes flit from my own to my private parts and then back to my eyes as if to ask me if I was even close. I understood the unverbalised question and pursed my lips slightly and shook my head slowly in the negatively charged. Elly's forehead softened as if saddened and she slid her mouth off of me to read in a Brobdingnagian sighing breathing space as she sat back on her heels.

I told her it was alright, she was not the initiatory to be disappointed by my deficiency of finally from even amazing oral ministration. 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 ardent little sheaf, her minor. Elly twist and walked with that little bounce gated walk that mothers in clock time in commemoration have all done while carrying their infants, to tranquillize them or to hold open them from waking up. I sat there breathless, my exertion and shorts still around my articulatio talocruralis and my tool still standing at attention ... but feeling a loss. The warmth that I had grown used to from Jen, wrapped in her little swaddle blanket as she lay on my chest and berm was now gone ... replaced with a cold-shoulder chill of the airconditioned imperturbableness of the room.

Wyrd indeed. But this night wasn't over yet ... even if it was actually in the early on morning now. Elly had put Jen down in her bassinet and tucked her in to sleep, then returned to the bread and butter room looking to form it up to me. For not having been able-bodied to get me off just second earlier. The aspect in her eyes and on her face might have sent some run for cover. It should make worried me more than it did but then, I had some circumscribe experience with this cleaning woman already. But even that didn't prepare me for what was about to unfold.

As she walked ... no ... stalked towards me, still seated in the big rocking chairwoman, Elly thumbed the sash of her terry material shorts that she generally slept in. Thumbed and pushed down, down over her rosehip till she had to block walking just long enough for them to degenerate to her articulatio talocruralis. Smiling, she stepped out of them, now naked from the toes up to her diffused cotton fiber tee crop top. The top swayed temptingly as she stepped ever closer her braless titty rolling with each exaggerated gate.

Elly was a lifelike variety of girlfriend. Although I knew that she had from time to sentence shaved her pussy for either soul else's postulation or just to be different for a while for herself, she generally let it originate naturally Not that she was terribly hairy or bushy, but it was drab and flabby and mesmerizing. That little vee of feminine fur glistened in my wad. When Elly stood in front of me at the edge of the chair, she brought her hands up to comprehend her breasts, one in each manus and lift them as if to test their weight or fullness perhaps. She smiled and continued up with her hands bringing her top along with them so that she could pull it off.

The minuscule craw top went sailing and I was torn ... torn between looking into her eyes, and looking at those weeping mammilla at eye spirit level and letting my center travel further down to that sinister Triangulum of her garden of Eden. Torn indeed. I shouldn't have been bothered though. Elly had it all under controller she had me under control or at least under her spell. She told me that she really, really apprise 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 unfitness to fetch up that way ... usually anyway. But she thought she knew how to give thanks me all the Saame.

I asked her what she had in head ... thinking I already knew ... hoping I was rightfulness. I was not disappointed. Elly smiled at me and again hang over to institute her deliciously tempting breasts near my still ardent tierce leg. My pecker was almost dancing with pent up exhilaration by this percentage point. Elly again squeezed her breasts squirting milk all over my hammer and abdominal cavity. She released her white meat and reached one hand to dig my cock and rub the milk up and down the cock to thoroughly wet it with the warm Milk River. I thought she was just going to hold me a hand job ... to get me off like she had intended earlier. I was wrong.

Elly stood back up and stepped back a pace so that she could catch my knees and draw in my legs together ... then she stepped back closer and straddled my leg, climbing into my lap. Her drear hairy little vee and more importantly her hot wet vaginal lips pressed my rooster towards my abdomen, as she settled into a semi kneeling attitude. Elly leaned down and took my face in both hands and brought her lips to mine and took my hint away with one of the aphrodisiac most sensual candy kiss I had ever gotten from any woman before or since. The estrus and passion and ... and ... gratitude, literally steal my breath away. She knew it too. The smile of utter satisfaction on her face as she broke the buss and drew back to look at me could not accept been identified as anything else.

We sat there in that big rocking chair ... or rather, I sat there and Elly was perched in my lap facing me, as it rocked gently to and fro. Elly smiled that grin and reached both hands for one of her breasts and lifted it in offering to my face. My backtalk puckered in prevision of their own accord. It must have been primordial instinct because my nous was a useless heap at this point and it wasn't a conscious thought.

But purse they did ... and give suck too. My lips hungrily wrapped around that yielding rubbery erect nipple and the odoriferous lemonlike taste of hot mother's milk filled my pot. The beginning cliff hitting my tongue that eagerly lapped at and swirled around and around it as if to wheedle more of that life-giving nourishment from Elly's breast. I groaned ... I couldn't help myself. This act and the esthesis were visceral. It must take in been the like for Elly as she moaned as well and her pelvis rocked forward and back as if she had twitched.

The teat that Elly had offered me first, must sustain been the Lapplander one that little Jen had suckled earlier, because the Milk stopped flowing from that pleasant-tasting mamilla. Without skipping a individual heartbeat, however, Elly swapped it out for the other knocker and again my mouth was flooded with that scented 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 fete from my lips as she rose up slightly and leaned back a bit. One of her hands on the back of the rocking professorship beside my head, the early went between her legs to comprehend my cock and bestow 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 lips and that furry little oasis between her peg, before placing it at her ardent entrance. Her lips parted eagerly as she lowered herself down on me. We both groaned and moaned and gasped in unison as she slid down my proud rigidness. It was a relatively abruptly misstep as this position coupled with my rather average length didn't really allow for much depth. But it was plenty bass enough for me, and apparently it was just right for Elly too.



The top dog of my cock, now completely enrobed in my sexy wanton friend, was in good order in contact with her wizardly spot ... her g speckle. That rough little plot of million of face endings that if treated nicely can cause the body to reply in such brilliant and mind-blowing direction ... Oh my ! Right ... there ! Elly froze momentarily, her eyes going vast and then narrowing as she gave me that impish grin again. She told me that this prison term she was not going to terminate until I popped. She wanted to feel me cum inside her she wanted to find my milk in her. And with that demand, she began ...

Slowly at first, rising up causing her hot pussy to clasp at my cock and the bulbous mushroom caput as she tried to thrust it and deplumate it up with her. Then ... she lowered herself down, again slowly, but softly, welcoming my intruder into her furnace, ending the apoplexy with a downward rocking motion that rubbed her excited clit against my abdomen. Inside the head of my prick was rubbing against that big bucks of nerves. She repeated this respective meter, each time picking up the speed a little. Before long Elly was fairly bouncing up and down and rocking her coxa and gasping each time that limited situation was rubbed or her clit brushed against me.



bouncing has an enticing affect on bare untied tit. Especially so if they are lactating, even if they aren't full of Milk at that detail mo. 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 sides, her hips to stabilise her as she gyrated and bounced, but now I brought both hand up to appropriate those acrobatic beauties bouncing so enticingly in front of my face. Of course, I brought my sass to a teat ... or tried. It was more of a hit or miss proposition as they were continually in question despite my torrid taking hold. Still though ... I was rewarded with an occasional tasting of that sweet mother's milk and an even sweeter sound coming from Elly's lips.

I would love to say that this went on forever or for a farseeing meter ... neither would be true or even potential of course. We were both so very excited already and the mavin were just too a lot ... the ride was a myopic one. But damn ! Was it a hot one and I have no regret whatsoever. fountainhead ... save that it was so abbreviated.

This bounce and rocking and gyrating marathon lasted for maybe all of three or four minutes. Elly was the inaugural to cum. She plunged as far down on me as this stead would allow and buried her human face in my articulatio humeri to silence further her quiet little wow of rapture. Her vaginal walls quivering and gripping my cock with undulation of vivid minuscule upheaval. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't. Those sensations triggered my own release sending me rocketing to the moonshine and stars as my balls sent forth several steams of my dearest offering in as many pulsing explosions. 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 ... jest ... sob ? I'm not sure what it was but she certainly didn't seem the least bit distraught when she finally lifted her read/write head up to look me in the font before locking her lips on mine again.

Another, briefer, breath taking kiss and we had to discontinue away to regain our atomic number 8 intake. I could still sense Elly twitching inside, her walls trying to milk my putz or maybe just giving it a thankful massage. That's a nice persuasion. But it was done. A barely audible gurgle from the bassinet in the early way drew both of our attention and Elly was off of me in a beat. She had to hesitate standing up in front of me, her hands holding the sleeve of the death chair to steady herself for a moment. She smiled at me and shake off her head before standing up straight and turning to go to the other room. Just before she went through the room access, she turned to front back at me, and smiled again.

Now that the exhilaration was over, my prick deflated, slowly but surely. When I had caught my own breath, I stood up shakily and reached to displume my lather and short pants back up. I picked up Elly's top and then her short pants and carried them down the foyer to where she was with Jen. I walked into the midriff of a napkin change. I was no unknown to these things and helped her out ... first by stooping to her infantry and letting her step into her underdrawers and while I was down there, I kissed her ass cheek just for fun. Elly giggle and wiggled it as I pulled her shorts up.

Elly had her hands full after putting the fresh diaper on Jen so I couldn't put her top book binding on for her. Instead, I offered to view as Jen while she slipped it on herself. She did so then took the dirty diaper and dropped it in the dirty diaper bin and closed the top securely. She turned back to me and smiled as I was holding Jen and cooing in her ear and bouncing her. Her little eyes already closed again as she was on the fast track back to the acres of nod. Instead of relieving me of Jen, Elly wrapped her arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck 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 let imagined myself as Jen's daddy and Elly my married woman. Easily ... but as much as we did have intercourse one another, it wasn't that kind of lovemaking. We were just caring friend ... special friends for certain, but just friends. We were then and we still are to this day. Elly did get together someone else a year or so later. She did flow in passion and she married him. The guy is a really capital guy. I like him and I'm well-chosen beyond run-in for Elly. I was there the day that the prescribed borrowing confirmation came in. little Jen now had a real 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 of what would be three more baby by her new married man. She quit working at the pizza chain after her second child was born but I kept in touch when I could. I would be a regular whenever there were cookouts or film party or secret plan nights. Elly and I never did anything else sexually after she met her new husband. certainly, I missed our times together but I'm glad about her being happy than I am sad for my personnel casualty. Besides, I know other admirer and I'm always as glad to help them out when they need a picayune help now and then.

Yet ... there are times when I think back and recall that nighttime. I smile and then wonder if Elly's new husband is as fond of mother's Milk River as I was that night. Sweet, odorous retentivity.

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

Frodov