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All persons material or fancied in this story engaging in intimate activity are 18 years old or older. There is a baby, an infant, mentioned but in no way or means was the child involved.

I had an matter to 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 geographic distance. She shared quite a lot with me, and I with her. It was a"give-and-take"we had one even that brought back a store from my yesteryear that just brought a grin to my face and it stayed there for a couple of days. I mentioned a picayune about it to her that evening but I have decided to recount that adventure with a short story here. I will have to publish it more as a fictional account that my usual true stories as the principal"fiber ”, other than myself, is still happily married ... to someone else. And ... I would not bid her any grief or harm from something I shared in a story.

I must preface this oblation with a cautionary word of advice ... or direct 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 translate this story. Then again ... if you are here on Lit looking for thing to take, 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 knight bachelor ... I've lived alone for eld. How did I ever get wrangled into being a babysitter ? For an infant, no less ? I have no children of my own ... or at least that I know of anyway. I'm sure there could have been an 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 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 understanding.

So, I'm still trying to reasonableness out why I'm here at four in the morn on a Friday Nox ... well Saturday morning now, in a rocking hot seat burping this flyspeck fiddling bundle of cooing redolence. It's probably because I'm such a pushover for women in general and a friend in motivation in particular. I've been told I'm too subdued hearted and kind for my own honest. I know I am, but I have no idea how I might change that ... even if I wanted to. Which I don't ... So, here I sit rocking slowly and gently patting this baby girl swaddled in a voiced fuzzy garden pink baby blanket on my berm her little look resting warmly against my neck as she coos and makes those little babe sounds that melt one's heart.

I may not have any small fry of my own, but that doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about babies. I was the onetime of four siblings and as such I got the pureness and prerogative ( yes tongue firmly in cheek ) of learning how and caring for babies ... everything. Everything from changing material nappy ( Diaper Pins are torture device ! ) and later disposable nappy. I also learned how to warm bottles before feeding. The importance of burping an infant after feeding ... and the Wisdom of having a clean cloth nappy or towel over one's berm before burping said babe. The gentle swaying and patient role pacing while rocking the child trying desperately to woo them back to kip ... yeah ... I've been there done that.

Rocking chairwoman are a stock man's ( or woman's ) conception to supercede that pacing. Too many hours on one's pall feet makes for peckish parents. Or should I say irritable. Yeah, I like a good rocking chair. This night ... er ... morning it was being put to good use indeed. Earlier it had been occupied by the rightful owner. Owner of both the chair and this sugariness little infant young woman in my arms, my friend Elise. I'll call her Elly as I recount this night for you. Neither name is really hers of course of instruction, but I explained the cause for that already. I'll call the cherubic petty missy Jen, because I like that name, no other reason.

I'd known Elly for about eight class at this spot in our lives. That being the early nineties, xix nineties that is. The exact year and time are not significant and could be too much data anyway so let's just say it was autumn. The air is crispy and aplomb and sometimes sheer frosty of the early mornings. Of course, inside it is strong and cozy and that's were I would prefer to be with a booster like Elly anyway. Yes, ally. We were not dating, heavens no. I was Sir Thomas More of a moral supporter and shoulder to cry on from time to time ... and like this Night ... someone who was willing to persist and facilitate with the baby while she got some much-needed sleep.

Elly had just come through a very foul 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 alien, not the individual she thought she had married. good story how that works. No. Not funny really, it's sad. She had thought she was in passion. risky, she thought he was in passion with her. Turns out he was just in love with the approximation of having a moderately married woman, on the side, a trophy perhaps.

They had had fights constantly for most of their spousal relationship, all of three old age, with small stretches of calm between he storms. Those stretches kept growing little and farther in between till they just stopped. The final exam straw was when Elly came home early one evening to separate her husband that she was pregnant. She wasn't expected family till early in the next morning. Both she, and her then husband worked for the same pizza saving company that I work for. I knew both of them, of course. I had worked with both of them at their differentiate locating. They didn't employment at the Saame memory. Anyway, back to the narrative.

Elly came home, excited, worried, even hesitating, but on a mission to inform her husband that he was going to be a father. As I had mentioned, she was not expected home until much later. So, her married man was surprised to see her domicile ... so was the other cleaning lady 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 middling cool customer virtually of the time. It's one of the things I've always admired about her. Cool and sassy. Oh, and to a lesser arcdegree, wickedly sarcastic at time. That said, I can fully believe what she told me she said to both him and the other fair sex that black revealing dark. Instead of crying or even screaming and yelling in anger, Elly cooly walked across their bedroom from the doorway to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge on her side. The other cleaning woman was cringing under the covers thinking that Elly was about to get medieval on her. As such, she was genuinely gravel when Elly smiled at her and began chatting.

Elly calmly asked if the other fair sex was on any kind of birth control. She told her that she knew that her hubby despised using condoms, so any form of protection would be left up to her. When the woman responded that she was not, Elly smiled sadly and lowered her heading as if a deep business organization had been verified. She slowly shook her head and then smiled at the woman again and told her that she should really consider seeing a doctor and soon.

The other woman's questioning grammatical construction prompted Elly to uphold. 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 mate is up to after catching you in the middle of screwing another woman in her bed, and not freaking out. Elly told the char the ground she had asked was because she had come home early to tell her husband that he was going to be a Padre. She was pregnant.

The husband went picket, according to Elly, and then started babbling apologies and other nonsense that fell on Elly's deaf ears at this head. Elly just smiled at him and then stood up from the bed and bent over to hoard the former womanhood's clothing. She walked out of the bedroom and into their living room where she found the woman's coating and her purse. Elly carried them all outside to the car parked on the curb in battlefront of their business firm. She threw them all inside the car and then locked the doors and closed it.

Coming back into the house, Elly went to a anteroom loo and pulled out the baggage that she and her husband had bought for a vacation head trip a class earlier. She dragged the larger shell down the dormitory back into the bedroom where she picked it up and placed it on the metrical unit of the bed and opened it. Standing back again she crossed her arms then raised her carpus to count at her watch.

Elly told her hubby he had twenty minutes to load down what he could carry and then to get out. She told him not to bother coming back to their house until he had heard from her lawyer. Elly's husband laughed at her, telling her she must be joking. That she was out of her mind. Elly looked at him with one eyebrow raised questioningly then walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, the other cleaning lady's side of the bed. She picked up the earpiece and dialed 9-1-1.

Elly told the emergency operator that her married man had attacked and dragged a au naturel woman into their house and raped her. The cleaning lady was still there and still naked and incapacitated. Please send the police as fast as they could, she was afraid that he was going to round her following, please hurry.

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

Meanwhile, Elly had exited the bedchamber and gone to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to pour herself a drinking glass. She had nearly lifted the glass to take a drink when she remembered why she had come home early in the offset place. With a sigh, Elly poured the deoxyephedrine of wine-colored down the drain in the kitchen sinkhole and put the cork back in the feeding bottle and put it back in the fridge. Instead, she poured a glass of milk then leaned back against the kitchen rejoinder and crossed her ankles and folded her arms across her bureau, lightly holding the glass of milk in one hand.

Elly's husband had found an old shirt of his that he let the other woman put on before he hurriedly closed up the stuffed suitcase and nearly ran out of the business firm to get in his car. He had almost backed out and drive away before the other womanhood yelled and flagged him down when she discovered all her things had been locked inside her own car and she was incapacitated and nearly raw and stranded. He let her into his car, what a gentleman, and then tug off with a squeal of tires in the night, probably still cursing both his luck and his quick witted and despiteful married woman.

Yes, my acquaintance Elly had to talk to the constabulary when they did arrive at their nursing home ... no ... no longer a home ... their planetary house, about ten instant after her husband 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 husband had been cheating with her. She told the officers what she had done and both, being veterans of the force and make had dealt with domestic contravention before, had a jest over this call. They told Elly to call them back if he showed back up but told her that she needed to get a restraining order the future day to form it legal and official. 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 salutary lawyer and an amicable and considerate judge, Elly and her now ex married man's divorce was abruptly tracked to being finalized. Elly ended up with her car, the home ... and its mortgage, and promised child support and three years of maintenance. One year for each of the years they had been married. Elly had left trial and shared custody right wing on the table, but her ex declined. Such a marvelous man.

Elly had to end working for a couple of month toward the end of her pregnancy and after the nativity of her child female child. Her parents had helped out financially, as did her ex's parents surprisingly. But then again, it was their G tyke they were helping out so it's apprehensible. There were no bad feelings between Elly and her former in-laws, they had always liked Elly and she had loved them as well.

There were friends who stepped up and offered helping hands as well, when needed. Like me. Elly had struggled but thanks to friends and family she was keeping her head above H2O and making remnant meet and getting by, day by day. Her societal life, however, was nonexistent during this metre. Aside from sojourn from supporter for dinner or moving picture nights or just to sit and talk and catch tv, Elly never went anywhere or saw anyone. Dating ? No. No dating. Just too many responsibilities and debt instrument and who was going to require to appointment a single female parent with a infant anyway ? Right ?



Try as I may, I couldn't get Elly to translate that she was sadly mistaken on that count. There were guy rope out there who would still be interested in her, even with a baby. She of course scoffed at that notion claiming that the simply hombre interested in her would be interested in only one thing ... to get laid. It was a shadow of the deep-rooted acerbity she now had against almost all of my chap male penis of our species. As a solid, we were all now suspect until proven inexperienced person. That made liveliness all the lonelier for my beloved Elly.

There's something about a newborn infant and or an baby that simply takes all those early concerns and shoves them on a hinder burner in our nerve and mind when we hold them in our work force. Elly's nifty joy in life was her girl. I've personally watched her weep with joy as she held Jen to her boob as she breast-fed the infant. There's an undeniable mother/child bond that can at times be simply whelm and soulfully happy. Pure love. 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 women, many woman in fact, become ... well ... aroused when they breast-feed their infants. The feeding tap of those vitalizing mammary heap of delectable flesh are very tender. The breasts are even more sensitive on some women during this time than at any other fourth dimension in their biography. So much so, that some even are aroused to the percentage point of orgasm when alimentation.

Elly was in this lucky group of women, well, mostly. She became outrageously aroused almost every time she fed Jen. Unfortunately, she didn't often climax as a 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 point of nearly screaming. Usually, by the metre 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 leftfield agitated and frustrated. With no relief, or at least human being ship's company for that, in sight. Yes, Elly could and would take matters into her own hands from meter to time, using her ... workforce ... or a toy, but it was just lacking somehow.

Then, much to Elly's relief and saneness, there were the occasional fundamental interaction with various supporter. last acquaintance, both male and female. Elly was not shy or blate with her heart for friends she trusted and felt well-situated with. Those affair were truly incidence of interaction with"protagonist with welfare ”. Elly was not romantically involved with any of these Quaker, myself included. But she did sleep together all of us to some level or another. I for one, know that the touch were reciprocated tenfold.

During this week, the hebdomad that is now ending with me taking a tailspin in this rocking death chair, tending to this beautiful little girl in my arms, had been a busy and frustrating week for Elly. Her ex's alimony and child livelihood payments had been late, again, and she had had a hard week at work. Elly had been working all dayshifts since returning to work after the baby was born. That way she didn't have to incur someone to sit for her to the wee time of day of the morning while she worked night transmutation. No, dayshift was much more beneficial for all involved. short Jen's grandparents shared sitting responsibility for the most parts and occasionally one of Elly's booster would sub in a day so that the howling parents could do other affair.

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

Elly had confided in me more than once that she had been frustrated for some time. Of grade, she didn't have to recite me that, I knew it already. But since I was only a friend, even with benefit, it was not my place to pull in trace. 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 distributor point in the even, on this night that this story really begins ....

Little Jen looked up into Elly's optic with that soulful heart-rending undefended honesty and adoration and ... unconditioned love that only a baby can offer to their mother. Her pudgy little rap impertinence snorting and hollowing as her midget picayune jaw worked like a machine. Her little lips latched on securely to one of Elly's oh so raw nipples as the life-giving female parent's milk flowed from her breast into her athirst baby. The suckling phone and contented cooing were music to the someone, even to somebody who wasn't the child's mother ... me.

I sat on the arm of an slow hot seat just a dyad of ft away from Elly who was in the rocking chair with Jen. It was not the world-class clip by any means that I had born spectator to a breast-feeding and certainly not the get-go sentence I'd seen Elly's bare breast. Did I mention already that Elly was not shy or bashful ? I know that Elly also liked to tease a bit and considering that petty Jen's impersonation of a Herbert Clark Hoover vacuum cleaner on Elly's sensitive nipple were driving her up the bulwark ... I sensed that Elly was thinking about More than just nourishing her sprout. The look in Elly's eyes were enough to make me shiver with anticipation.

foreplay ... a precarious and potentially embarrassing situation that our torso put us in when we get sexually excited. It can be enervating if one is not capable 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 finish and had her libido racing like a drag racer's engine, Elly was considering the state of affairs. Considering me and how I might help oneself her.

When baby Jen stopped suckling and closed her little eyes to begin to drift off to sleep, Elly decided what she was going to do. Elly stood up from the rocker and asked me to hire Jen, she asked me if I would eruct her while she ... took aid 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 easygoing towel over my shoulder and an infant in my arms as I rocked slowly back and Forth River while gently tapping lilliputian Jen's back to burp her.

Elly quite nearly ran down the foyer from the living way to her bedroom. She didn't bother to close the door when she entered. It was only a distich of minutes later when the offset silence and flabby moan began filtering up the hallway to my ear. The bedroom was too far away to learn the envisage buzzing of a shelling powered assistant or it's sloshing in and out and around Elly's very wet and elicit sex.

I might not let heard the vibrator working or the sloshing, but my god I could still smell her erotically intense feminine fragrance. I have a very good sense of smell and on top of that, I am both familiar with Elly's particular odor, and very much enjoy the scent of a cleaning woman ... any cleaning woman. The tantalizing rise my nose was detecting had me getting aroused myself. An awkward collocation to be in ... an infant in my arms as I gently tended to her after feeding gastronomical sustenance ... and my easily aroused manhood steadily growing Richard Buckminster Fuller and preparing for other duties.

Elly had taken nearly all of five minutes to lead the bound off of her boost and demanding neglected fur heyday. She only worked herself to one quick orgasm before collecting herself and coming back out to the living room to correspond on me and Jen. As she emerged out of the hallway into the sustenance room, her grimace and neck were still flushed with her excitement and she was nearly panting as she hadn't caught her breathing place yet. The smile she gave me when she saw that I had burped and rocked little Jen to log Z's was more akin to that motherly grinning than one of lustful intentions, but her oculus held another story all together.

I asked her if everything had come out all right, Elly actually blushed a minuscule bit. Oh. I forgot one other notice of Elly's return to the living room. Silly me. But then, I was an admirer and not one to pass up a look when offered ... beloved Elly had neglected ( or maybe it was intentional ) to lower her top back down to cover her air breasts. Those yummy pap were still in full view and they too were flushed with her exhilaration. One former thing ... they were leaking a picayune of mother's Milk River still. Just one or two drops that oozed out of those all too companion nipples and gently, silently trickled and ran down the bottom of Elly's breasts to her stomach or to dribble off onto the story. Such a permissive 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 bump in my sweat pants. As she walked ... no ... stalked closer to me and the rocking chair, she licked her lips before locking her regard back up onto my eyes. I felt a jolt of excitement row through my physical structure when I saw the spirit in her eyes. I had seen it before a few times, when we, helped one another with personal strong-arm want. Still, I didn't suspect what she had in psyche, I mean come on. I was sitting there holding her infant.

When Elly stopped in front of me and the rocking chair, I stopped rocking and thought that she was going to hire Jen from my arms so that she could go lay her down feather in the bassinet. That's what I got for intellection. Elly had something else entirely in mind. Instead of bending over to receive her daughter from me, she placed her hands on the munition of the chair and lowered herself to her knee joint in front of me. Now kneeling, between my legs, she reached her hands over to run them over the bulge in my sweat suit.

My cock jumped. It literally jumped, like a slumbering soldier suddenly alarum and ready for activity, standing at attention. It was still confined, however loosely, inside my stew and boxer boxers. Elly considered this ... for oh ... maybe three seconds before she let her fingers slip under the waistbands of my elbow grease and short and tug them down ... or tried. I was still sitting after all. A pleading looking from those lust filled brown oculus of hers had me lifting my bottom to help in the remotion of my lower extremity clothing. Well ... to pull them down and out of Elly's way anyway.

When Elly pushed my sweatsuit and shorts down below my knees, her arms brushed against her chest and her wet leaking mammilla. Some of her Milk River wetted the pelt of her arms drawing her aid to the fact. She ran the finger's breadth of her righthand up under and over her right nipple and looked at it before looking up into my eyes and smiling impishly. Elly brought her milky finger's breadth to her mouth and licked at them before putting them in her mouth to suck them clean. I groaned.

Elly giggled at hearing me moan and then she grinned even more impishly as she repeated that move with her allow for hired hand and fingers ... only this time instead of bringing her script and fingerbreadth to her own mouthpiece ... she raised it to mine as an offering. I groaned again ... and my turncock bobbed of its own volition, bouncing in time with my pulse that was accelerating faster with each passing moment. I noticed the smell first. It had a tangy cherubic scent, so different from the potent foolhardy feel coming from Elly's sex.

The smell was enticing, but the taste ... oh my god ! The taste ! I stuck out my tongue to lap 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 willing open mouth for me to take in them sportsmanlike. The sweet warm tangy milk ... mother's milk ... something that I had not tasted since I was perhaps Jen's age. Intoxicating.

As I nursed at Elly's fingers, I looked in Elly's eyes and watched her face. 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 deal from my oral fissure. She looked at my dancing and swaying rooster and used both manpower to collect her breasts and lend them finisher to my slight soldier. She squeezed her mammilla firmly causing them to eject and spray some more than Milk River out of her nipples ... across my second joint, my abdomen and most importantly, for her I would realize, 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 action was only in preparation for what she had in mind. Something that nearly mishandle my idea. Elly leaned closer over her breasts causing them to compact into the flesh of my inner thighs as she brought her face closer to my cock. Close decent to stick out her natural language and lick me from bottom to the tip of my binge and flaring mushroom head. God ! I was nearly empurple with excitement. And the white Milk showed in stark contrast, what piddling time I saw of it anyway. Elly opened her mouth and soak up me and suckled not unlike what baby Jen had done to her own nipple less than half an hour earlier.

Truly, I had never, for a single import in my wildest dreams ever imagined my sitting in a shake chair holding a sleeping infant in my munition while a sex starved untested female parent sucked voraciously on my cock. Wow ! Just ... Wow ! I was breathless and trying my doomed not to groan so tawdry as to wake little Jen. Elly was on a mission though. I just happened to be helping alleviate that imperative, and receiving more than apt payment for my involvement ... as if I would ever ask to be paid for such a wild escapade.

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

The audio of our ablaze enjoyment were getting louder and more insistent as we got closer and closer to climax. I was afraid that I ... we ... were going to awake little Jen. I think Elly was too though. The lecherousness fueled fire in her heart became normalize with motherly concern and anyone who knows anything knows that parental instincts trump EVERYTHING. But at that consequence Elly was so tantalizingly close. It turned out to be a ... well ... a work percentage point. Not that she had changed her brain or her mission, but that I had inadvertently pushed her over the border.

As Elly and I had both been having nagging opinion and concerns about our dissonance levels I had brought my proper hand from Jen's back where I had been patting her, to Elly's brass to cup her brass and stroke my thumb gently across her bequeath eye and supercilium. It wasn't a conscious move, not something that I had thought of doing ... I just did it instinctively perhaps ... but it was enough. Elly closed her centre and groaned and even gave a little dull scream around my turncock that was still buried in her mouth.

Her face was beet red, her ventilation had her nostrils flaring with each inhale and exhale as she refused to get rid of her mouth from my now throbbing cock. She thought I was about to cum too, but I wasn't. She didn't or couldn't remember that I was almost never able-bodied to end up from a blow job. No matter how expert the oral attention was from my lover, I just had some sort of genial block that wouldn't let me finish the sexual dealing in that manner. That's not to say I didn't enjoy it. Oh, hell no ! I loved it anytime a girlfriend would grace me with such loving attention.

Elly had indeed momentarily forget this in her hast and race to meet her own do-or-die motive. I couldn't blame her though. Far from it. I felt honored to give birth been able-bodied to attend in whatever manner it might have been. This ... this was certainly no job on my part. Far from it ! holy Mother of God ! It felt secure ! Elly was reeling with her own flood tide at that moment though. I think role of the reason she didn't loss her emptiness seal on me was because her wooden leg were shaking and she was trembling all over her body from the intensity of her sexual climax. I knew it was subsiding when she finally reopened her eyes to gaze up at me with eye that were almost saddened and full of understood apology.

I stroked her impudence again, this sentence knowingly and expressed my savvy and pleasance all in one dim-witted gesture ... that and smiled, a lot. She cocked her head ( no pun intended ) slightly to one side of meat and let her eyes dart from my own to my privates and then back to my eyes as if to ask me if I was even close. I understood the unspoken question and pursed my rim slightly and shook my heading slowly in the negative. Elly's eyebrow softened as if saddened and she slid her mouth off of me to take aim in a huge sighing intimation as she sat back on her bounder.

I told her it was alright, she was not the first to be disappointed by my want of finally from even amazing viva 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 warmly short sheaf, her small fry. Elly turn and walked with that little bouncing gated walk that mothers in time in memorial have all done while carrying their infants, to quiet them or to proceed them from waking up. I sat there breathless, my effort and shorts still around my ankles and my cock still standing at aid ... 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 thorax and shoulder was now gone ... replaced with a fragile chill of the airconditioned coolness of the elbow room.

Wyrd indeed. But this night 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 bread and butter elbow room looking to attain it up to me. For not having been capable to get me off just minutes earlier. The look in her eyes and on her fount might own sent some running for cover version. It should have worried me more than it did but then, I had some specify experience with this fair sex already. But even that didn't prepare me for what was about to stretch out.

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

Elly was a natural sort of girl. Although I knew that she had from fourth dimension to clock time shaved her pussy for either someone else's asking or just to be different for a patch for herself, she generally let it grow naturally Not that she was terribly hirsute or bushy, but it was non-white and soft and mesmerizing. That little vee of feminine fur glistened in my lot. When Elly stood in strawman of me at the edge of the chair, she brought her hands up to get the picture her breasts, one in each hand and lift them as if to test their system of weights or comprehensiveness perhaps. She smiled and continued up with her hands bringing her top along with them so that she could pull it off.

The short crop top went sailing and I was torn ... torn between looking into her eyes, and looking at those weeping nipple at eye layer and letting my optic travel further down to that drear Triangle of her garden of Eden. Torn indeed. I shouldn't have been bothered though. Elly had it all under control she had me under control or at least under her spell. She told me that she really, really comprehended my fillet by with dinner party, and then even more so for tending to Jen while she worked things out in hurry. She told me she felt bad for teasing me so much when she came back and then came again while doing so. She now remembered that I had shared with her about my inability to finish that way ... usually anyway. But she thought she knew how to give thanks me all the same.

I asked her what she had in judgment ... thinking I already knew ... hoping I was rightfulness. I was not disappointed. Elly smiled at me and again set over to bring her deliciously tempting chest near my still fervent one-third leg. My turncock was almost dancing with pent up excitation by this point. Elly again squeezed her breasts squirting Milk all over my stopcock and stomach. She released her breasts and reached one hand to get the picture my hammer and rub the milk up and down the lance to thoroughly wet it with the fond milk. I thought she was just going to move over me a bridge player job ... to get me off like she had intended earlier. I was wrong.

Elly stood back up and stepped back a tempo so that she could grab my knees and rip my ramification together ... then she stepped back closer and straddled my legs, climbing into my lap. Her dark haired little vee and more importantly her hot wet vaginal lips pressed my putz towards my abdomen, as she settled into a semitrailer kneeling position. Elly leaned down and took my nerve in both hands and brought her lips to mine and took my breath away with one of the sexy nigh sensual osculation I had ever gotten from any woman before or since. The heat and passion and ... and ... gratitude, literally stole my breathing spell away. She knew it too. The smile of give tongue to expiation on her face as she broke the buss and drew back to wait at me could not deliver been identified as anything else.

We sat there in that big rocking chairman ... or rather, I sat there and Elly was perched in my lap facing me, as it rocked gently to and fro. Elly smiled that smile and reached both hands for one of her breasts and lifted it in offering to my facial expression. My brim puckered in anticipation of their own treaty. It must let been primal instinct because my mind was a useless mess at this stop and it wasn't a witting thought.

But pocketbook they did ... and suckle too. My sass hungrily wrapped around that yielding rubbery put up mamilla and the gratifying sourish discernment of hot female parent's milk filled my senses. The initiative drops hitting my tongue that eagerly lapped at and swirled around and around it as if to coax more of that vitalizing nourishment from Elly's breast. I groaned ... I couldn't help myself. This act and the aesthesis were visceral. It must own been the Same for Elly as she moaned as well and her hip joint rocked forward and back as if she had twitched.

The teat that Elly had offered me first, must get been the same one that little Jen had suckled earlier, because the milk stopped flowing from that yummy tit. Without skipping a one pulsation, however, Elly swapped it out for the former titty and again my mouth was flooded with that Sweet tangy milky goodness. Again, I moaned and shivered as Elly too moaned and she rocked a little more forcefully and urgently against my raging hardon trapped between us.

That all changed however, when Elly pulled that exquisite spread from my sass as she rose up slightly and leaned back a bit. One of her custody on the cover of the rocking chair beside my head, the other went between her pegleg to grasp my cock and make for it to where she really wanted it to be. Once, twice ... agonizingly three times Elly rubbed my fevered bulbous head along her fire up wet pouting sass and that furry lilliputian oasis between her legs, before placing it at her perfervid entrance. 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 rigidity. It was a relatively poor misstep as this situation coupled with my rather average duration didn't really allow for much profoundness. But it was plenty deep sufficiency for me, and apparently it was just rightfulness for Elly too.



The forefront of my cock, now completely enrobed in my sexy wanton Friend, was right in touch with her magic fleck ... her g spot. That rough little patch of billions of mettle close that if treated nicely can get the body to respond in such magnificent and mind-blowing ways ... Oh my ! Right ... there ! Elly froze momentarily, her eyes going huge and then narrowing as she gave me that arch grinning again. She told me that this meter she was not going to finish until I popped. She wanted to feel me cum inside her she wanted to experience 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 bulging mushroom head as she tried to squeeze it and overstretch it up with her. Then ... she lowered herself down, again slowly, but softly, welcoming my interloper into her furnace, ending the cam stroke with a downwards rocking motion that rubbed her excited clit against my abdomen. Inside the head of my cock was rubbing against that big money of heart. She repeated this several times, each meter picking up the stop number a short. Before farsighted Elly was fairly bouncing up and down and rocking her hips and gasping each prison term that special dapple was rubbed or her clit brushed against me.



Bouncing has an enticing affect on bare unfettered knocker. Especially so if they are lactating, even if they aren't wax of milk at that finical moment. Swaying with the rocking movement ... bouncing and jiggling with the bouncing up and down. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had been holding Elly's incline, her hip to brace her as she gyrated and bounced, but now I brought both hand up to fascinate those athletic ravisher bouncing so enticingly in front man of my face. Of line, I brought my sassing to a nipple ... or tried. It was more of a hit or misfire proposition as they were continually in motion despite my fervent grasping. Still though ... I was rewarded with an occasional taste of that sweetness mother's Milk River and an even sugared auditory sensation coming from Elly's lips.

I would love to say that this went on forever or for a long time ... neither would be true or even possible of grade. We were both so very rouse already and the sentiency were just too much ... the ride was a short one. But tinker's damn ! Was it a hot one and I have no regrets whatsoever. fountainhead ... save that it was so brief.

This bouncing and rocking and gyrating Marathon lasted for maybe all of three or four minutes. Elly was the first to cum. She plunged as far down on me as this positioning would allow and buried her face in my berm to silence further her restrained short scream of ecstasy. Her vaginal walls quivering and gripping my cock with waves of intense minuscule fit. I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't. Those sense impression triggered my own release sending me rocketing to the Moon and stars as my balls sent off several steams of my passion offering in as many pulsing burst. That must have amplified Elly's own climax because she seemed to get even high and she squealed into my neck opening, ending with a muffled ... what ... jest ... sob ? I'm not sure what it was but she certainly didn't seem the least bit overwrought when she finally lifted her head up to look me in the face before locking her sass on mine again.

Another, briefer, breath taking snog and we had to break away to retrieve our O breathing in. I could still palpate Elly twitching inside, her walls trying to milk my cock or maybe just giving it a thankful massage. That's a overnice thought. But it was done. A barely hearable gurgle from the bassinet in the other way drew both of our attention and Elly was off of me in a split second. She had to hesitate standing up in social movement of me, her hands holding the arms of the chair to steady herself for a bit. She smiled at me and escape from her head word before standing up straight and turning to go to the other way. Just before she went through the doorway, she turned to look back at me, and smiled again.

Now that the fervor was over, my hammer deflated, slowly but surely. When I had caught my own breathing time, I stood up shakily and reached to pull my sweatsuit and short circuit back up. I picked up Elly's top and then her drawers and carried them down the foyer to where she was with Jen. I walked into the centre of a napkin change. I was no unknown to these things and helped her out ... first by stooping to her feet and letting her whole step into her shorts and while I was down there, I kissed her ass impertinence just for fun. Elly titter and wiggled it as I pulled her shorts up.

Elly had her hands fully after putting the fresh diaper on Jen so I couldn't put her top vertebral column on for her. Instead, I offered to hold Jen while she slipped it on herself. She did so then took the ill-gotten 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 loyal trail back to the country of nod. Instead of relieving me of Jen, Elly wrapped her arms around my waistline and nuzzled my neck giving me a buss and whispering a thank you into my ear as she squeezed me gently.

That was about as near as I've ever been to being fatherly. I could deliver imagined myself as Jen's daddy and Elly my married woman. Easily ... but as much as we did bonk one another, it wasn't that kind of love. We were just caring protagonist ... peculiar champion for sure, but just admirer. We were then and we still are to this day. Elly did meet individual else a class or so later. She did shine in love and she married him. The guy is a really dandy guy. I like him and I'm happy beyond words for Elly. I was there the day that the official adoption confirmation came in. Little Jen now had a real dad. mortal who loved her as much as he did her mother.

It wasn't long before Jen got pregnant again. It was the low of what would be three more children by her new husband. She quit working at the pizza pie string after her indorse child was born but I kept in touch when I could. I would be a regular whenever there were cookouts or movie parties or game dark. Elly and I never did anything else sexually after she met her new husband. Sure, I missed our times together but I'm glad about her being felicitous than I am sad for my loss. Besides, I know other friend and I'm always as happy to help them out when they need a little assistance now and then.

Yet ... there are times when I think back and remember that nighttime. I smile and then wonder if Elly's new husband is as fond of mother's milk as I was that dark. Sweet, odoriferous memories.

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

Frodov