NOTE: Since a lot of people were turned-off by the infantilism and diaper play, I decided to change the second part of the story. Enjoy!
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Final exams were OVER! I had practically skipped out of school with the other seniors. A bunch of us had gone to Denny's over in Kingsland for some brunch, and then over to Matt Kitchens' house for an impromptu party. It was at the party that I got Lucy Adams' phone number. She had expressed an interest in hanging out during the summer. I was sure that if I played my cards right, I could at least get some goodbye sex before we both headed off to college.
As I neared my house, I saw a familiar car parked in my spot in the driveway. After parking by the sidewalk, I headed inside and found my mother and someone else in the kitchen. The visitor was a lovely woman in her late 40s with ebony hair. She was my mom's good friend, Gretchen Bryce-Hughes.
"Hey, mom," I said. "Hey, Gretchen."
"Hello, sweetie," my mother answered.
"Hullo, Lucas," Gretchen said in that lovely British accent of hers.
"How was school?" Mom asked.
"Great," I answered. "I feel good about my exams."
"Your mum was telling me that you graduate next Friday. Congratulations!"
"Thanks."
"Well, I'll leave you two alone. I'm going to go upstairs and play some Play Station."
"Try not to make too much noise," my mother cautioned. "Baby Daniel is sleeping."
"Got it."
As I reached the second floor of my house, I grabbed at my crotch, trying to rein in the erection I had gotten from seeing Gretchen. I quickly got into my bedroom and yanked down both my pants and underwear. Though my cock throbbed with longing, I dare not masturbate until everyone in the house had gone to sleep.
Gretchen had given birth about five months ago, and, with her new baby came an increase in her bust. The responsibility of raising a child was wearing on her; before having the baby, she was a wine-swilling party animal. Now, she was stuck at home and forced into sobriety in order to be able to breastfeed her son.
A few months ago, my mom had sent me on an errand to bring her some food in order to ease her maternity woes. During that visit, she had intimated that due her son's unwillingness to breastfeed on a regular basis, she had an overabundance of breast milk. One thing led to another, and I had been asked to help her pump. Soon, pumping led to her allowing me to suckle directly from her breasts. Then, during our next encounter, she'd given me a handjob, a titfuck, and a blowjob.
After that, I hadn't seen her until today. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, as she was one of my mom's closest friends. I was fine hiding out in my room until she left.
About an hour later, there was a knock at the door. My mom entered with a terse look on her face. I paused my game and waited for her to speak.
"Listen," she began. "Gretchen is going to be staying in the downstairs guest room for a bit. She's having a rough time."
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I don't want to say too much," Mom sighed. "She and Pete had a fight, and she's feeling vulnerable right now. All I need for you to do is make her feel welcome. It would also be nice if you could help her out with the baby from time to time."
"Sure. Anything she needs."
"Thanks, buddy." Mom gave me a smile, but still remained in the room. I knew something else was coming.
"Dad just called to let me know that he wants to take me out to Corelli's for dinner tonight."
"That new Italian restaurant? I heard that it's pricey."
"He just sent me a text. He landed a huge account at work a few months ago, and his commission just came through so..."
I could see where this was going, so I beat her to the punch. "Don't worry. You crazy kids go out and have fun. I'll keep Gretchen and the baby company while you're gone." I got up and turned off my console and television.
"Thank you!" Mom said in a hushed voice. She gave me a quick hug and darted off to her room to get ready for her date.
About an hour later, my parents were heading out for their date. Mom had made a nice pot roast and some instant mashed potatoes for us while she was gone. Gretchen, baby Daniel and I sat down at the table to eat dinner together. She was thoroughly appreciative of the meal; since she'd had the baby, she had been eating mostly take-out food, so she rarely had a nice home-cooked meal. After that, the two of us went into the den to watch some television.
"That meal was amazing," Gretchen said, cradling her stomach.
"It sure was," I agreed.
"I bet you'll miss your mum's cooking when you go off to uni, huh?"
"Probably. Still, I know how to cook for myself."
"I love a man who can cook: probably one of the reasons that I married Peter. When we were dating, he made me lots of fancy meals: steaks, lasagna, and French onion soup."
"You're making me hungry again," I joked.
"We had a bit of a row, you know," Gretchen said with a grim smile. "I'm sure your mum told you that."
"Yeah," I admitted.
Gretchen sighed. "I told him that it would be great if he could find a local job instead of one that keeps him away for months at a time. He got upset, of course, and told me that his job is fine because it makes us lots of money. But, I'm tired of him never being home and leaving me alone with a baby!"
"Maybe you could hire a nanny?"
"I dunno," Gretchen said, rubbing her temples. "Maybe, I'm wrong to complain. Peter is a wonderful provider. Still, I don't want Danny to grow up not seeing his father."
"There's still time to work things out." I didn't have much to give other than generic, feel-good advice like that.
"Thanks for listening. I'm sorry that you're stuck home with me. I'm sure you'd rather be out with your friends right now."
"In about 2 months I'll be living in a dorm, so I'm enjoying being home as much as I can right now."
Before Gretchen could respond, Baby Danny's cries filled the room. Gretchen sighed as she carefully picked up her baby and began walking out of the room.
"I think someone's ready for bed. Be back in a bit."
I sat alone in the den, listening as the baby's cries grew more distant as Gretchen walked over to the guest bedroom. About half an hour passed before she returned, visibly frustrated. She looked like she was about to break something.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"Yes!" Gretchen said her voice rife with annoyance. "That little monster still won't nurse. I swear, I'm going to go to my lactation specialist and petrol-bomb her house! He was doing great until today! Grrrrr!"
I could see tears in her eyes, which I hoped would obscure Gretchen's vision as I moved a couch cushion onto my lap. I felt like such a pervert for getting aroused while Gretchen related to me her breastfeeding woes. Hopefully, she would calm herself so that I could calm myself as well.
"I've had it, I swear," she continued. "I'm going to put Danny on formula; I should have done it a long time ago. My tits are going crazy!"
That was the final straw.
Gretchen's last sentence seemed to have set my entire body on fire. I got up from the couch, walked over to her, grabbed her body, and kissed her. Her resistance lasted only for a few seconds before she allowed my tongue into her mouth. After that, her tongue met mine, and we became a hot mass of lust. She was mine.
Unashamedly, I grabbed her ass, roughly taking a cheek with each hand. Her hands reciprocated, giving my backside some loving squeezes as we continued to kiss. I broke my face away from her and started kissing her neck.
"Ahhhh, yes. Oh, that feels so good," she moaned.
Her hand went down to grasp the large tent in the front of my pants. I cried out as she squeezed my erection.
"I want it," she told me. "Give it to me. Please, don't make me beg."
"Let's go upstairs," I breathed.
Immediately, the two of us sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom. After closing and locking the bedroom door, I quickly yanked down my pants and boxers and threw off my shirt. I watched Gretchen hastily removed her pants, and I didn't' wait for permission before I pulled down her underwear, baring her hairy womanhood. Eagerly, I placed the flat of my hand against her pussy and began to rub it.
"Oh, yes," she moaned as she unbuttoned her top. "I like it when you touch me there."
"Yes," I moaned. "Oh, you're so wet."
At last her shirt was off. I wanted to yank off that bra so badly, but it was a joy to see her reach behind her own back and take it off herself and let those huge udders fall out. Once she was naked, I gently guided her onto the bed with a kiss. Eagerly, she lie down on her back and spread her legs for me. Forsaking any further foreplay, I spread her open and entered her.
"Mmmmmmm!" Gretchen let out a stifled moan.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes," she chuckled as her face grew flushed. "I came."
"Already?" I smiled.
"It's been so long, I'm sorry." She covered her face with her hands and started to laugh. I couldn't help but smile, momentarily forgetting that I was still inside of her.
"It's okay now," she said, spreading her arms wide. "Come here, love."
I bent forward and lie atop her, my heart fluttering as she wrapped me in her arms and kissed me.
"Fuck me, Lucas. Fuck me good. Ohhhh!"
I steadily began to move my hips, rocking back and forth in a steady pace. I continued to kiss the horny older woman beneath me. Our lips touched each other's face, neck, and ears. I felt such joy as her hot breath pelted my skin, and her fingers sifted through my hair. Meanwhile, my dick throbbed as it continued to probe the damp slit between Gretchen's legs.
I moved my head downwards and took one of Gretchen's stiff nipples into my mouth. She clutched my head and wailed as I suckled her. The milk needed little coaxing to enter my mouth.
