Alice had been my last college girlfriend before the woman who would become my wife. Alice and I had only dated for a couple of months. I say 'dated', but it was mostly sex. Alice thought she loved me and I loved fucking her. She was a 'dream girl' for me then. Short and shapely, long-ish hair, Earth-mother-type. And let me be honest, she had the biggest tits I had ever been that close to.
But even I didn't feel right just using her, at least after a month or two. In the end I was just calling her up after a night of drinking, going to her dorm, fucking her, and leaving. She cried and tried everything you can imagine to get me come back to her, but I moved on and, eventually, so did Alice.
Cut to twenty years later, when I discovered that Alice lived one town over from where we had just moved to. I met her once and we just talked. I was glad she had gotten over me. She was married and had a young daughter.
Cut to twenty years after that, which is, yesterday, when a got an email in an old account I only check once a month or so. It was from Alice, sent yesterday, and she said she needed my help. She included her phone number and out of reflex I started to dial, then I remembered that there would be a record of this and, even if it is innocent, it wouldn't look good. In a chance meeting on the street a few years before I learned that Alice's husband had left her and that her daughter had moved out too. So, I drove over to Alice's house, not knowing what to expect.
She met me at the door in tears. I tried to calm her down. I sat her on a sofa and got her a glass of water. Eventually, she calmed down enough to talk.
"I have been having hormone treatments. I'm all out of whack. One minute I am hot, burning up, and the next I am back to normal, but restless, like I can't sit still. The doctor has been trying to balance me back to normal, but each new drug acts differently. And the last one has made my...made me...my breasts...I'm...it's like I just had a baby. My emotions, mood swings, and I'm lactating," Alice blurted out as she pulled off the bulky, oversized sweater she had been wearing.
I looked at Alice, now in a white long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. At 60, she had held up pretty well. Her hair was still baby-fine and shoulder-length, although silver had mostly replaced the light brown. She didn't appear to have changed much physically, but as she turned to put the sweater aside, I could see how full and large her breasts were. And my cock twitched and began to swell. She continued.
"I didn't know where to turn. I'm all alone. My breasts have been aching and all the changes I went through over nine months when I had Amy, I'm going through now in the last two days. I had to start pumping and now I can't get the pump to work and I'm in pain."
I offered to buy a new pump, to take her to the clinic, but she said no. She said she had stopped taking the pill that brought this on, but that it would take two days for the effect to begin to wear off. She was broke, but didn't want charity.
"Well, what do you want?" I asked, knowing how loaded was the question.
"Please..." she said quietly in a 'little girl lost' kind of pout.
And with that, she lifted the long-sleeved t-shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. My eyes were locked on her. She was wearing a big, nursing bra. She pulled down the flap over her right breast. There was a soaking wet cotton pad over her nipple. Alice pulled the pad away and revealed a dark purplish-pink aureole topped with a huge nipple of the same hue. And that nipple was spraying out needle-fine jets of mother's milk and dripping that nectar down her partially exposed breast.
When I dated Alice in college, she had big breasts. At 21, they were big, but soft and they hung almost to her navel, with very pale aureole tipped by barely-there nipples that were pointed down. As I watched Alice remove the formidable bra, leaving the milk-soaked cotton pad on her left nipple, I saw that her breasts had transformed. They were very full and round. Her aureole and much larger nipples were pointed forward.
I don't remember moving from the chair to laying across Alice's lap, her left hand under my head and her right lifting her huge milk-laden breast and its still-spurting nipple toward my mouth. The warm, sweet, thin liquid filled my mouth. I suckled hungrily, not thinking. Milk leaked from the corners of my mouth. I inhaled her essence. I was conscious of it. I looked up at her looking down at me with a Mona Lisa smile.
There was so much milk. At first, I barely had to suck. Her big nipple between my lips felt so good. I just held it there and tasted the sweetness. Then I felt Alice squeeze her breast and shake it a little. I sucked on her nipple hard, pulsing my sucking with licking my tongue over and around her big teat. I heard Alice moan in a way that told me she was cumming. Her purr got a little louder and then she sighed a series of sighs and I felt her legs move beneath me. She was rubbing her thighs together, trying to stimulate her clit.
