My Next Door Lactating Lady
Chapter One
By Tawny T
My next-door friend is Brenda, a brand-new mother, as I am. Our children's births came with just a few days' difference between them. We had been good friends before, and now were bound by the new bond, Motherhood.
I had just put Chuck, my new son, down for his nap after breastfeeding him, a delightful experience, I thoroughly enjoyed. He had not emptied my breasts, they still felt full of milk. I guess he wasn't thirsty this feeding. Our maid would watch over him while I took a nice walk. I needed that, as for some unknown reason, my son's nursing at my breasts sent pleasurable feelings through my body. It was something I had heard of, but never experienced until now.
I had on shorts with a nursing bra that looked like just a normal well filled summer bra. My breasts had filled out nicely and were a full D size now. My husband doted on them, and I liked the looks of them too. A nursing Mom, I now had fully rounded breasts with dark bulging silver dollar-sized aureole and thrusting nipples that now stood very erect after the nursing. They tingled! Ooh nice!
I felt so damn sexy and even my pussy, still a little tender after the live birth, tingled just a little. It had been a rather easy delivery, thank God. My doctor even commented that she thought it was one of the easiest deliveries she had the pleasure of attending in a long time.
I turned down the sidewalk and as I came by Brenda's home, I thought I'd drop by and see what the beautiful new mother was doing. The front door was open, and I could see through the screen door that Brenda was nursing her. I moved inside as she called out for me to come in.
"What a beautiful sight, the two of you so intimate." I laughed and moved close to them. Brenda had on a filmy negligee that was open and gave her an ethereal look. Glenda's mouth was on one nipple sucking, and the other breast was almost completely uncovered and was so damn beautiful it took my breath away, and the angelic look on her beatific face added to the scene.
I moved closer, bent and reached over, and kissed Brenda gently on her cheek, and for some unknown reason, I brushed my hand over the long flowing hair that hid part of her magnificent breast. The brush of my fingers over her smooth hot flesh did something to me. I didn't know what! It was instant. I touched her soft breast. I think my heart missed a beat or two. I gasped!