Sean was tired but happy. As he pushed the lawnmower back toward his house, the young man counted up all the money he'd made from all the lawns he had cut that day. The sun hung low in the sky. He was just about to put the mower away in the garage when his mother leaned out the back window.
"Sean, Mrs. Dolan called. She really needs you to do her lawn today. She's having people over tomorrow." Sean's mother was a trim attractive lady with a short bob haircut and friendly smile. She knew her son was more man than boy these days, but was glad he worked so much and stayed out of trouble.
With hardly a thought about it, Sean wheeled around and headed around the corner to the Dolan's. He made short work of their lawn and swept up the clippings as the daylight faded. He knocked on the door to ask if there was anything else to be done and to get paid. The door was ajar and swung open after Sean's knock. He could see through the screen door. There was a figure on the sofa. It was Mrs. Dolan. She was a curvy lady of 35 who always smiled at Sean as he rode past on his bike or when he did yard work for the Dolans when Mr. Dolan was away on one of his frequent business trips.
Mrs. Dolan's eyes were closed, her head tipped back and she seemed to be in a trance. Her plain white button-down shirt was open and she cradled her eight-month-old daughter at her substantial breast. Sean stood there staring, transfixed. The baby was nursing at Mrs. Dolan's large left breast. The baby hungrily worked her mouth on as much of the dark reddish-brown teat as she could fit in. But Sean was transfixed by the sight of the other breast. Mrs. Dolan's right breast was almost completely exposed.
Sean had never seen a breast like it before. In fact, Sean had only glimpsed a picture here or a quick scene in an r-rated movie of some actress or model flashing her modest boobs in the shadows for a second. But here was a woman Sean knew, that he had seen many times and never thought of in a sexual way. Her face was beautiful, maybe not like a hot model, but like a real woman. Her lips were parted; she gently reacted to the suckling at her breast by swaying a bit and letting out the lowest moan Sean strained to hear.
Sean gazed at the exposed right breast. Mrs. Dolan had big tits. They seemed to be especially full. He could see a tracery of darkish veins through the translucent flesh that almost glowed. Low on the full orb was a huge dark aureole with a huge, thick nipple, round and hard positively throbbed to the rhythm of the baby's suckling. The milk-engorged breast seemed to undulate as Mrs. Dolan moved. Sean's sharp eyes could just discern the droplet of milk that dangled from Mrs. Dolan's right teat. For the first time Sean was aware of how excited he was. He could feel his cock throbbing in his tight cut-offs. Sean unconsciously opened his mouth and eased his tongue out as if he could collect that white liquid treasure. His reverie was shattered.
"Oh, Sean. My God! Uh. I'm sorry. Come in. I, uh, as you can see, little Edie was just getting a bedtime, uh. Sean, please come in."
Sean's heart was pounding as he opened the screen door and entered the room. He stood by the sofa.
Mrs. Dolan was flustered. She had let herself be carried away by the twin pleasures of maternal nurturing and of having the enormous pressure in her breasts relieved. Tammy Dolan had been made to feel uncomfortable about the physical pleasure and sexual excitement she felt when breastfeeding, or even just pumping milk for later. Her husband was not interested in much of anything but his business. The baby was his wife's responsibility, in his mind. What did she want from him? Didn't he pay the bills? But Tammy needed so much more. She had resigned to the frustration. But the baby had brought hormones and changes in the way Tammy felt. When her milk came in, her already hourglass figure became exaggerated. Tammy tried not to acknowledge the tingle in her crotch as she fed her baby. She rubbed her thighs together and squeezed. She had brought herself to orgasm that way before. She was almost there again when she noticed Sean there at the door.
Now that he was next to her she could see the effect her display had had on the young man. His considerable package was clearly visible bulging below the leg of the shorts. Tammy could not help her hunger. She wanted to feel a hard cock. She needed to be desired.
Sean knelt beside the mother and child. Mrs. Dolan smiled as she saw him regarding the nursing baby in an almost paternal way. The baby's suckling had become sporadic; she was drifting off to sleep. Mrs. Dolan rose and took the infant into the next room and returned closing the door behind her. She adjusted the monitor so she could hear the baby sleeping and sat back down on the sofa.
"Sean, thank you for coming over. I mean, the lawn. Mr. Dolan will be away for some time and I have some family visiting tomorrow and I want the place to look good. Well..."
