Like Mother Like Daughter 53

The knock on the door and the wiggling of the knob I recognized as my mother Mary's signature arrival sounds. Perhaps inadvertantly she was giving me a heads up that she was there, and I knew she had her key in hand as less than a second later, I heard the sound of the key in the lock.

"Hello Mother," I said as she intruded on the living room. I didn't bother to get up or change what I was doing: feeding my baby. Still just dressed in my robe, I had my son snuggled in my arm suckling on my nipple.

"Oh my God, Joy, he's so beautiful!" my mother exclaimed as she stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind her, and not even acknowledging me. Walking right up, barely even glancing at me, she reached out and ruffled the fine silky hair on my firstborn son's head. "You and Gary make beautiful grandbabies," she finally said, leaning down to kiss me. I looked up, my lips meeting hers in a motherly hello kiss.

"How are you doing? Can I get you something?" She asked the same two questions that she asked every time she came over.

"Can you get me a drink of water? I forgot my water bottle before I sat down."

"Oh sure," she answered, stepping to the kitchen where I heard her find and refill the water bottle that seemed to go with me everywhere anymore.

Sensing that Sean David, named after his grandfathers, had emptied my breast I slipped him over in my arms, pulled back my robe, and guided him to my other nipple. He didn't find and latch on at first, and despite that my normally rather small breasts had grown immensely in the last few weeks, I still had to help. Spreading my fingers, I pressed against my breast so that my nipple seemed to extend further and guided Sean's mouth to me. Now able to find it better his mouth latched on easily, the tingle that I'd come to expect in my clit when he did, showing up right on time.

I hadn't yet gotten used to this: the feeling of arousal that I got when my husband was sucking on my nipples also showing up when my son was doing the same. I knew that I was often wet by the time I'd finished nursing him, but so far had managed to refrain from touching myself. My husband, on the other hand, had been rewarded with an aroused and wet wife after feeding my baby several times. After not being able to fuck in any position except cowgirl or doggie for the final month of our pregnancy, it was again nice to be able to spread my legs and let him again take me face-to-face, although he didn't seem to mind at all when I climbed back into bed, and onto him, at 2 am.

I hadn't yet commented to my husband about just using his hands on my breasts. The first time he'd tried to use his mouth or tongue on me he'd pulled away in surprise as I leaked milk into his mouth. "I didn't even suck," he'd sputtered as he pulled away. I assured him he didn't have to, the pressure in my breasts was like water behind the dam, just waiting to burst through.

~

"Are you going to cover up?" Mom said as she pulled up the chair across from me.

"I will when I'm done," I answered.

The order of how I arranged my clothes and covered myself in the privacy of my own home was seemingly of no consequence to me. Sure, I'd had a blanket and covered myself as I'd fed Sean when we'd gone out in public, but in my own front room? I wasn't bashful. If she hadn't been there, what difference did it make whether I left my robe open with my breasts exposed or even if I just fed him totally naked like I often did at night? I'd rapidly returned to sleeping naked as my body returned to its pre-pregnancy form, or at least sleeping naked from my breasts down as I needed a nursing bra and pads to keep me from getting the bed wet at night between feedings. It wasn't unusual for me to get up in the middle of the night, take my bra off, and just feed him naked where I could easily shift him from boob to boob without having to worry about clothes.

"You probably don't want to let your father see you like that," she added. I didn't say anything.

"How's your milk supply?" she asked, "Is he getting enough?"

"I think so, but man, he seems to be hungry all the time. It sometimes seems as soon as he's done, and I put him down he wakes up hungry again."

She nodded knowingly. "Are you sure you're producing enough? I know when I had you, we had problems."

"You did? I never heard that."

She shrugged. "It wasn't anything I ever talked about with you. And to make it worse, you were allergic to formula."

"Oh my God," I said, shifting and snuggling Sean a little closer, "What happened?"

"It was a combination of things, but basically you weren't latching on properly. Later we found you had a tongue tie, you couldn't get your tongue to work properly, and the less you sucked, the less milk I was producing. You were getting hungrier and hungrier, and before they diagnosed your tongue-tie, they thought it was my problem and recommended we try a wet nurse."

I'd heard the term wet nurse before but hadn't ever thought about what it meant. "A wet nurse? What's a wet nurse?" I asked, realizing at that moment that Sean was currently satisfied. His mouth was still on my breast, my nipple in his mouth, but I recognized he was now just pacifying and falling asleep. When he was just pacifying, playing with my nipple in his mouth without sucking, just as his daddy had done with me so many times, if anything, it increased the tingle in my clit. I know I tried not to show my physical response to my mother.

Occasionally his little mouth would move, and he'd suck some more, but I knew within minutes I could put him down and he'd sleep -- until he was hungry again.

"A wet nurse is a nurse or helper who can breastfeed your baby for you."

"What? Someone else feed my baby? But don't you have to have a baby to have done that?"

"Yes, usually, but it doesn't have to have been very recent. Most women can produce enough milk for multiple babies. Lots of times, mothers of twins can feed them both at the same time, but sometimes they have to stagger feedings. But what do you do if you have triplets, quadruplets, or more? You've still only got two breasts. I know it's a lot less common today, but before the 20th century, particularly in elite societies, those who could afford it would hire women to breastfeed their babies."

"And you did that?"

"We had to. You were starving, and when we tried to feed you formula, you would vomit and cry, and it just got worse. It was hard the first time, handing you over to a woman who we didn't know, but she'd had several babies and was the one who finally diagnosed that you weren't latching on correctly. She said she thought you were tongue-tied and when we took you to the doctor and told him what she'd said, he immediately confirmed it. It was simple really, a little clip of the skin below your tongue and almost immediately you were able to suck better."

"So, you didn't need the wet nurse after all?"

"We did for a while. To begin with, even though you weren't latching onto a nipple properly, she had enough milk that you were doing much better with her. But after they clipped your tongue, so it worked properly, I still didn't have enough milk to satisfy you, at least at first."

"But that changed?" I asked, shifting Sean to my shoulder to burp him. He fussed once and then immediately snuggled against my neck. I felt myself automatically rocking and within seconds I knew he was asleep.

"It did, over time," Mom answered. There was something in the way that she answered that said there was something more she hadn't told me.

I hadn't even thought that I was still sitting in my living room, in front of my mother, bare-breasted. Before baby, I had often gone topless when suntanning on the beach, and we usually slept naked and didn't hesitate to walk around in the privacy of our own home naked. If anything, Gary liked me topless or braless, although we didn't normally do that when people were around. It really wasn't much different than the home I'd grown up in; my sister and I shared the one bath, and although we didn't 'flaunt' it, we weren't averse to walking naked from our room to or from the bath. We used to lay out to suntan in the backyard, and with the yard being quite private, we often didn't wear tops, sometimes even going naked when our parents weren't going to be around. "You really should cover up," Mom said. "I know it's not a big deal when it's just me, but I know your Dad is due here in a few minutes, too."

"Oh Mother," I answered in a tone that I knew she hated, "Daddy's seen my boobs before. It's no big deal, they're

just

boobs."

"Not when they're bigger like they are." She giggled, following me in to put Sean into his crib. "I'll bet Gary likes the bigger you, doesn't he?"

Sean didn't even fuss when I laid him in his bed and covered him. Once he settled in, I stood and finally began to close my robe and cover up again. "Well, he likes the size, but he's not sure he likes them leaking."

"Definitely

not

your daddy."

I stopped and looked at Mom, not at first understanding what she had said, and then put it together that she was saying perhaps my Dad had enjoyed tasting my mother's milk? Gary enjoyed feeling and playing with my larger breasts, even squeezing my nipples and expressing a little milk, but except for that first time, he'd pretty well been keeping his mouth away from my nipples. "You're saying that Daddy..." I didn't finish the question.

Turning, I moved back into the living room, and she followed, saying, "That's how I was able to feed you."

Again, I was a bit befuddled. What in the world was she talking about? "How's that?" I asked. She inhaled and then, with a big exhale, began to tell me.

"The wet nurse we hired was Carol. We were desperate, and even though we thought she was a bit expensive, we agreed to hire her. We didn't have much money back in those days, but we had to do something for you. At first, I found out that there was a milk bank, a place where there were women who had plenty of milk who were pumping and donating milk to other mothers in need. But that required a bottle, and you weren't latching on to a nipple, either mine or a bottle, so we found out about a wet nurse: Carol.

"It wasn't until she showed up that we found out that she hadn't expected it to be for you." I looked over at my mother, now I was totally confused.

"If she wasn't showing up to nurse me, just who was she showing up to nurse?"

Mom just looked at me, her face giving her away that this was something very unusual before she answered: "She thought she was showing up to nurse your father."

I just sat there, not quite believing what I was hearing. After a moment of silence, she continued. "It turned out that Carol had four-year-old twins at home. With the twins, she immediately developed an immense milk supply, and when she started trying to wean them, she still had lots of milk and got into pumping and supplying to the milk bank. The thing is, when she showed up and found that we needed her for you, she didn't hesitate, and even with your father still there, pulled out her boob and fed you, and then said she didn't charge for babies. When I said I didn't understand, she looked at your father and said, "There are a lot of men... and some women, who like to drink a mother's milk directly from the source. And if you're not averse to that, it can be a tidy income." Your father didn't say a thing, he just looked slightly embarrassed. I thought it was because of her frankness. So, I asked her if she was saying that she had sex with men, but she said no, that she didn't have

sex

with men, she just allowed them to suck on her breasts and drink her milk."

"Eww! Mom!" I exclaimed, the vision of my father sucking my mother's tits, or on some wet nurses' tits, too much to absorb. "Don't tell me that," I said, shaking my head, "I don't want to hear that." I think it was the shock, but then as I became used to the idea, the kinkiness of the idea, I had to ask.

"And Dad did that with you?"

"Not at first, but yeah. We had Carol with us twice a day for nearly two weeks. After your tongue got clipped, it took a few days for it to heal. I was trying to feed you, but I just didn't have a lot of milk. You'd lost nearly half your body weight from birth and we needed to get you more food immediately. Carol was coming twice a day for us, but now that you could suck better, I supplemented her with milk from the milk bank and a bottle. The doctor said, as time went on, that I'd produce more to meet your demand, but Carol was the one who told us that your daddy could help. She also said that a mother's milk supply grew to meet the feeding requirements. When she'd first started nursing her twins, she'd only produced enough to barely feed them, but as they got bigger and wanted more, she produced more -- but still enough to satisfy them. She said that if your daddy was to nurse on me, particularly after feeding you, my milk supply would increase to meet the demand, and that in return,

you

would have more."

"Oh my God, Mom," I said again, "I've never heard of such a thing. And it worked?" Her nodding head confirmed it.

"Yeah, it did. I would feed you lying in bed, and when I shifted you to my other breast, your dad would climb up and suckle me, just as you had. He never got much milk to start, but then the next time you ate, there was more."

"Wow. I had no idea."

"You wouldn't have. It's not anything I've ever talked about with you. But your daddy acquired a bit of a milk fetish. After we put you to bed, he'd come back and we often had some phenomenal sex, with him always sucking on my breasts. Several times he laughingly said it wasn't fair that "you got all the milk and he only got the remnants," although as time went on, he was getting more and more himself. And then, when we knew we didn't need Carol anymore, he told me that just once, before she quit helping us out, he wanted to suck on her tits and get a 'milk meal' as he called it."

"And you did?" I asked, aghast at the request and previously unknown knowledge that my daddy had been a bit of a kinky fetishist.

"It was one of the last days," she nodded. "I told Carol that he'd hinted that he wanted to do that, and she responded that he could, but that it would cost that time as that was her income: feeding milk fetishists. She explained that with the twins, she'd had to be a stay-at-home mom for quite a while, but that she'd become addicted to the fringe benefits. I asked her what she considered fringe benefits, she just told me that when both boys were feeding at the same time, she would often orgasm."

I almost missed it. "What?" I said, "She was still breastfeeding them? At four?"

Mom's nod confirmed it. "She said that she'd started trying to wean them, but without constant need, she'd begun to dry up, even with pumping for the milk bank. She said she'd really enjoyed bonding with the twins and just quit weaning them. At the time we were using her, her boys were four and still feeding from her breasts."

Gary and I hadn't even discussed how long I should breastfeed or when we should try and wean Sean, and along with that, when I should go back to work. Although we weren't hurting money-wise yet, my maternity leave pay wasn't going to last forever. I had expected that perhaps I'd have to return to work fairly soon, probably pumping milk during the day for Sean, but hadn't considered that this might go on

for years

.

And then my mind shifted to her comment about often reaching orgasm when both boys were suckling. I immediately thought of the twinges I'd been experiencing in my pussy: the tingles in my clit that I'd experienced with Sean suckling on my nipples, although just one at a time. I thought of the way that I'd often recognized that I'd gotten wet and that if it had been Gary sucking on my nipples we would have moved into full-fledged sex, but because it was my son, I had squashed those feelings in myself as wrong and twisted.

"She told me sometimes 3 or 4 times a day with a son latched onto each breast that she didn't even have to touch herself, she just orgasmed, and when she did, she had a big letdown of milk, so her sons didn't have to work so hard. She said that when she was thinking about going back to work, she'd begun pumping to supply them with milk when she wasn't home, and when she was delivering some of her copious supply to the milk bank, a woman asked her if she'd ever considered selling it. She had said no, she gave it freely if it helped other women feed their babies, and the woman asked, 'What if it wasn't for babies?" And that's where she found out there are a lot of milk-fetish men out there who will pay good money to suck the milk from her breasts. She talked it over with her husband, and at first, he didn't believe it, but when she said it could be an alternative to returning to an 8 to 5 job, he somewhat reluctantly agreed, as long as he went along."

"And there wasn't any sex?" I asked. I'd never had a kinky thought like that in my mind, but suddenly the thought of some strange man sucking my breasts, and drinking my milk, had my pussy wet again. If I'd been honest, almost every time I'd been at least partly aroused from Sean suckling on me, but this was different. And, the statement that when both breasts had been sucked at the same time that she'd had orgasms, well, I hadn't ever experienced such a thing, but I couldn't help but wonder if I could.

"Oh no, she said there was lots of sex, just not including her. She told us that there was a milk fetish group that met nearly every night and there were a lot of men who would pay well to suck on her breasts or from one of the other women."

"There were

others

?"

She nodded in reply. "Several. Some of them were working mothers, so instead of pumping at work, they would stop by on their way home and let men pay to 'feed them,' and then by the time they got home and it was time for their baby's evening feeding, they had plenty of milk again."

I just sat there, shocked at what she was telling me. "She said those men really were into the fetish," she continued, "sometimes pretty weird. Some men would dress up in large diapers and pretend to be a baby, and she would just have to sit there on a couch and let them lie beside her and suckle her breasts. Sitting in the middle, she could have one man on each tit. When that happened, she often had an orgasm herself, but not from masturbating or touching herself or having sex, just from her nipple stimulation. Other men would bring their wife or girlfriend with them and while they were sucking on her boobs, the wife or girlfriend would be having sex with the men. She said that sometimes the woman would join in too -- that it wasn't only men sucking her tits. There were so many men, and the occasional woman, that would do this, they had a reservation system. She said that the drawback was that, even with going home and feeding her boys, she had to pump continually in the off times. She was quite a producer for the milk bank, and sometimes for that one-off mother in need of help, like me, saved her from having to pump to keep her milk supply up."

"So, men would have sex with their wives while sucking on

her

tits?"

"That's what she said." I shook my head in amazement, never having considered anything so... kinky. And then I remembered my dad. "Did dad..." I couldn't put words to my question. Mom just nodded, and I swallowed, and I know my eyes got bigger.

"He said he couldn't help it, his mind was just constantly going to it, and when I finally had enough milk and everything was working well enough for you not to need her anymore, I asked Carol that last time if she wouldn't mind coming back one more time where we would pay her for her services. She said she would, but then asked if it was for him or for me. I told her it was for him, of course, that he'd practically begged me to let him try it once, and she said I would be surprised, that there were a lot of women that had the same kink. Unlike men, who seemed to understand that when she took her top off but didn't take her pants off, there were limits to what they could do with her, that women often masturbated at the same time they were feeding and often wanted to go down on her or finger her at the same time. She reiterated that she wasn't interested in that; she only had sex with her husband, but would feed your daddy's fetish desire as long as he obeyed her rules."