Disclaimer: This story is pure fantasy, none of it is real, but is based on real people.
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The name's Jimmy. I'm a high school senior, football star, and pretty soon I was looking to head for college on a scholarship to play. I only lived with my dad who was proud as can be but because we were always so busy with school and work, we didn't see much of each other for this final few months.
I was dating Penny Reynolds, hot blonde, thin, busty, volleyball player. She sounds like your typical blonde girl out of high school. She wasn't the brightest bulb so I was only in it for the sex and hoped she'd even realize that this was only until I was gone to college. Her mother, Nancy, had gotten pregnant after a one night stand with a lawyer from L.A. about a little over a year ago. I wouldn't even go over to Penny's simply because her mom was an even better bombshell than her, and I'm sure she had tried to pull some of Penny's previous boyfriends into traps for her own pleasure.
Penny calls me up one afternoon after I was done practicing and invites me to go see a movie with her. Apparently none of her girlfriends wanted to go watch that new damn Hunger Games book film with her. I teased her making a joke about how she probably never even read the books and reluctantly agreed to take her. I told her I'd pick her up from her house at 7 p.m.
I'm just getting off of practice and drive my truck over to Penny's. She insists I come inside to wait for her because she just got out of the shower. So now I have to wait for the typical hour or more for a girl to get ready kind of thing when I notice her mother in the living room breastfeeding her baby boy.
Nancy was wearing a plaid button up that was fully unbuttoned and her nursing bra was in full view. Her breasts were sexy and very big. She must have been at least a 36F. She noticed me there and greeted me. "Jimmy, hi baby, how are you?"
"I'm good Ms. Reynolds, thanks", I responded, trying to cut it short from becoming aroused by watching her nurse. I had never told anyone, not even Penny, but I was more than just a breast man, I craved to be involved in what was known as adult breastfeeding. I always watched videos of women's lactating breasts online. I almost felt that I almost entirely used my laptop just for them. I had never been breastfed, even as a baby. My mother had died giving birth to me so I assumed it was just natural for me to want breasts the way I did.
"Honey, I told you not to call me that; call me Nancy", She said with a smile. She almost seemed to open up her blouse more than it already was. Her right breast was still sealed in the bra and was not occupied by the baby. I almost wanted to knell in front of her and attempt to suckle from her.
"Alright, Nancy. Just waiting on Penny to finish up to go catch a movie."
"Great, but good luck trying to make it. I'm sure she's going to take forever just trying to get ready", she mocked.
"Oh I bet so", I glumly agreed.
Nancy's baby unlatched and seemed content as he drifted off into sleep. Her breast was exposed and remained exposed as she nestled him up to take him to bed. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The areola was a dark shade of red and her nipple looked like a large pencil eraser, wet, glistening with the milk that coated it as it leaked out.
She disappeared to take the baby upstairs to his crib and while I was alone in the living room I couldn't help but reached into my shorts and jerked a little, just to release some tension and stress. A few minutes later Nancy comes back into the living room with a pump in hand and her blouse and breast still open. She unclasps the other cup and now has both breasts free. They meet in the middle due to size and look full of yummy milk. She begins to pump the left breast as it was the one the baby had just suckled.
I was now under the impression that she was pumping in front of me on purpose. She kneaded her left breast as she squeezed the pump's nozzle down.
"Are you and Penny already making plans for prom later this year?", she asked as she looked up with a smile, breast still in hand.
I was mesmerized and could not stop watching the milk go down into the container.
"Uh, yeah, uh...um...", I stuttered out.
I could sense a sinister smile perking up on Nancy's face as I also heard a tiny giggle followed by,
"Great. I'm sure the two of you will have so much fun."
A few minutes later she removed the pump from the left side and proceeded to repeat the process again on the right. As she shifted she gave tremendous exaggerated bounce to her breasts and lifted her chest mid-breath as she flashed her confident smile.
She proceeded to pump her right breast, but her left nipple did not cease to slow to a halt with its leakage.
"Jimmy, sweetie, do me a huge favor and grab that small jar and come sit next to me", she commanded.
I followed her order and grabbed a clean small jar and nervously sat next to her. I was so, so close to her boobs. They were there, just bare, milky and ready for me inches from my own anatomy as she continued to instruct me with,
"Okay now don't be weirded out, but I need you to hold that jar against my boob right here."
She perked her left breast out to me. My tongue ran across my lips instinctively and I lowered the jar softly around the nipple and pressed ever so gently onto the areola.
The milk drops fell slowly but continuously into the jar, sliding in the form of orbs off the tip of the nipple. With confidence, I extended my free arm and placed my hand around the same breast.
I swore I could have heard a tiny moan escape her lips. I gently kneaded and squeezed her breast as I watched the milk drip faster into the jar.
"Good God, Jimmy, baby boy, you seem to know exactly how to do this." She whispered with a low gasp.
"Health class Nancy" I lied.
This was my time. This is my moment. This is where I was meant to be. She is mine. Her milk is mine.
I pull back the jar and place it on the coffee table next to us. I continue to hold her breast in my hand and bring my body in closer to her. I look up into her eyes, parting my lips just slightly and within few inches from her nipple. My body language asks her for her permission and she smiles down at me all sexy and nonchalantly.
She ceases her pump, removes it from her right breast and places it next to the jar that I just set down.
She brings her arm around my shoulders and pulls me in.
"Alright sweetie, let's see what else you learned in health class", she whispered in arousal.
My lips bump with her nipple and slowly make its way between my teeth and onto my tongue. As she holds me closer she fills my whole mouth with her areola and I begin to suck away.
"Here you go baby. Is this what you want?" She teased me as she began to squeeze the breast I sucked on.
Her milk comes in hot and runny. It's sweet. It's delicious. It's all I've ever wanted. My tongue dances around and across her nipple. Her tit flesh remains warm and soft against my face. Her milk runs like a stream into my cheeks as I suck and torrent down my throat as I swallow. It takes identical to the leftover milk at the bottom of a sugar cereal bowl and is as thin as coconut milk.
I give we nursed for about 5 minutes solid until we hear footsteps coming down the stairs. It broke my heart, but we part lips from breast, body from body. She rapidly buttons up a few buttons on her shirt and retreats the pump to her chest. I return across the coffee table from her.
