This is a tough story to write because I am not sure when mother's milk went from being just enjoyable to drink to becoming a fetish for me.
I guess the beginning is the best place to start, so let me go from there.
My mom didn't nurse me and I never knew what it tasted like until I was a teenager.
When I was eighteen, friends of mine, Tom and Bonnie, got married and they were young, in their early twenties. They were expecting their first child in a couple of months.
I used to visit them quite often to help them get the room ready for the baby.
One night, after I did some work, the wife, Bonnie asked me to stay for dinner, which I accepted.
We ate and chatted and it was then that I mentioned that their baby would be lucky that it was going to enjoy mother's milk.
I told them that I never experienced tasting such a delicacy.
Bonnie then said that, because of reasons that she did not want to get into, she would not be nursing.
I told her I was sorry but what was she going to do about emptying her milk. She said there were ways but she did not like any of them.
For whatever reason, I got the nerve to tell them that I would not mind emptying the milk from her.
Both of them looked at each other in surprise. She then asked her husband, Tom what he thought.
Tom looked at me and asked if I was serious. I told him I was but that would be up to them. Tom said they would think about it and let me know.
A week went by and I did not hear from them so I figured I overstepped the line and they were pissed at me.
Then, one day, Tom called and asked me to come over.
I figured they were going to tell me I was crazy and that would be the end of it.
When I got there, Tom met me and I asked where Bonnie was, as she is usually nearby. Tom said she was getting ready in the bedroom.
I asked him if she was going out. He said no; that she is getting ready for me.