Harold slipped into his trousers and shirt and followed Lydia to the room where the twins slept.
Or not exactly slept ...they had woken up and had started crying.
"I know, I know," Lydia said lovingly, "you must be hungry by now my darlings!"
"In fact, I am happy that you are here now Harold. When I am alone, I have to feed them one at a time. When I have help, at my mothers', or when Glen is at home, I can feed them both at the same time. That saves me time, as you can imagine."
She expertly and lovingly changed their nappies first. Then she took off her gown and, sat down, naked, into the wide, reclining nursing chair. As a reaction to the crying of the babies, milk was dripping from her nipples by now.
She placed a large u-shaped cushion on her lap and a soft towel on top.
"Now first give me little Dan and lay him on this side on the cushion," she ordered Harold.
Harold had received extensive instructions from Lydia as to how to handle the babies, if need be, whilst he was babysitting.
So, he had no problems taking the baby out of his cot and handing it to Lydia.
She laid Dan on her right side on the cushion, head to the front.
"Now little Lisa please." Lisa was placed on her left side.
With a baby on each side of her Lydia put her arms around them and let the hungry babies find her nipples.
In no time both twins had latched onto the breasts and started sucking vigorously. For a moment Lydia closed her eyes. "Auch! it is a bit painful at first, when they latch on and suck hard," she explained, « but as soon as the milk flows more freely, they don't need to suck so hard, and the feeling becomes very pleasant. So nice to feel the tension flow out of my breasts, they become quite full and strained towards feeding time," she explained.
Harold first watched in wonder how the little hungry mouths hung onto the nipples and how the babies grasped the globes with their little hands.
"You see, the crawling of their hands on the breasts stimulates the milk flow," Lydia explained.
Pale blue veins stood out from the white skin of the swollen breasts. The muscles of Lydia's strong arms were bulging under the strain of holding her babies close to her body.
Lydia obviously had an abundance of milk, as plenty of it spilled over into the towel on the cushion.
She smiled at Harold's staring.
"Well, is this how you imagined how it would be? What are you feeling? Don't feel embarrassed, Glen loves it too."
"In fact, ...I will tell you something." She hesitated for a moment." Do not reveal it to him please! I'd rather that he tells you himself if he wants to, you see. Promise?"
When Harod nodded his head vigorously, she continued, "Well, from the beginning of my breast feeding, I had oversupply, I had milk left after the babies were satisfied. One day, Glen asked me if he could taste my milk, and I allowed him to suck my breast after feeding. Apart from relieving me, it turned us both on and I let him suck me dry.
From then on, it has sometimes been a nice and sympathetic preliminary to our love making. I sit on the edge of the bed, and he stretches out on the bed, with his head in my lap, so that I can offer him my breasts.
You see, I still have an oversupply of milk and since the twins have started to also eat baby food I have more and more milk left after feeding. I use a breast pump to clear the remaining milk from my breasts. You will see it after I have satisfied my babies, I feel that I will have quite a bit left after this feeding."
Lydia looked at him intently as if to see what the effect of her revelations were on him. She liked his keen interest in her nursing; it aroused her too.
The spectacle, and the intimate revelations, did not fail to have an effect on Harold. He at first tried to hide it, but Lydia had already noticed the growing bulge in his trousers.
She smiled, "Oh well, I can clearly see how you are feeling."
Harold felt embarrassed. His feelings seemed quite inappropriate to him, in front of such lovely mother-and-child scene.
"I am sorry, Lydia, I can't help it," he stammered.
She looked at him frankly. "No need to apologize, my man, yours is a completely normal reaction of a healthy man. In fact, I feel proud, as a woman, to cause such effects in a man like you."
"Nursing and watching the nursing can cause strong erotic effects on men and women alike.
Tell you what, another intimate revelation for you: I know a lesbian couple who nurse each other as part of their love play. They maintain their milk production artificially for that purpose. They claim it brings them together more closely. That may be part of the explanation of why there are couples who practice nursing in their relationship.
Apart from the obvious connotation with the mothers who nursed them when they were babies.
By the way, did you know that the most important woman in the life of a man is not his wife or his mistress, but ... his mother?"
"Didn't you read Freud?"
"What we are doing, with our relationship, is actually very natural. In nature males and females primarily meet to reproduce. They mate; they have sex. Depending on the species they then may stay together for a while to care for their offspring. When they have to live in herds for their survival, like people, they need also social skills and social compatibility between female and man, i.e. relations. But in my view, the most basic drive for females and males to come together remains sex and that is why nature has made having sex so very pleasant and the craving for sex so powerful.
Our urgent need for sex, yours and mine, is a case in point!
Nature also wants sexual partners to be differing for success in evolution: to create offspring with different gene combinations.
So that explains our desires for multiple or other partners.
It is also obvious that a female wants a strong and healthy male to impregnate her.
So, this you should consider if you should have any doubts about what we are doing," she lectured.
Harold listened intently to what this mature woman revealed to him about real life and sexuality.
Through their regular contacts they were already quite familiar with each other and that helped them now to become more intimate and he felt no more embarrassment.
Lydia gave him a heartwarming smile.
She liked to see his eagerness to learn from her, but even more the ardent desire for her in his eyes.
"OK, so far for your theoretical sex education for today!" she laughed," you are already studying way too much.
Back to practice, shall we?"
"I have a further proposition. As you are already replacing Glen in providing solace in my sexual needs, how about helping me also with my oversupply of milk?"
Lydia was herself surprised about her proposition; it was out before she realized. She felt that she herself became aroused by what she said.
She noticed how Harold's eyes began to shine.
She reached out and caressed the now prominent bulge in his trousers. "Yes, you'd like to, I can feel it!"
"Oh yes Lydia, yes please, tell me what to do," he stammered.
"Well first, relax and let me finish feeding my babies and put them in their beds. Then I will be all yours again and teach you everything you need to know about nursing. Can you hold out for so long? "
Harold simply nodded but felt how he was again overcome by desire.
It seemed like ages before her babies stopped sucking and let the nipples slip out of their mouths. Milk continued to seep from the swollen nipples.
Upon instructions from Lydia, Harold took them away from her and laid them on the bed.
Lydia stood up and very gently let them burp and then put them in their cots. She kissed them and she and Harold tip-toed out of the room. She, still naked; she did not bother to put on her night gown.
They went back to the guest room, and on the way, she picked up her breast pump from a closet.
Back in the room, Lydia sat down on the edge of the bed, and she handed Harold the pump unit. "Here hold on."
She weighed her breasts in her hands. "I feel that I have lots of milk left today."
With a naughty smile she added, "perhaps also because of your keen interest."
Harold inspected the pump. A plastic bottle was attached to the unit. Two transparent tubes linked the bottle to a pair of cups. Lydia took over the pump and she switched it on. A swishing sound was coming from the cups, caused by the pump suction. She placed the cups on her breasts, and the nipples drawn into the cups by the suction. She let out a small « Auch » when the suction bit and adjusted the suction to a level she could bear. The nipples expanded and contracted rhythmically with the suction. Small jets of milk spurted into the cups and the bottle began to fill up.
"You see, I just wanted to show you what I have to endure," Lydia said, "in fact I hate this pump. I feel like a cow being milked."
Meanwhile she looked at Harold imploringly.
Harold knelt before her, he laid his hands on her legs and begged her, "please Lydia, let me help you ... let me do it please, don't torture you like that. I will be very gentle, I promise!"
Lydia laid her hand on his head and looked him in the eyes. "Will you do that for me? Really? Oh, you are so sweet!"
