Mothers Milk 1

My tits hurt something fierce. My baby was due any day now and the milk was coming. They were huge anyway but now, swollen with milk, they were even bigger. My bras were all too small so I took to wearing snug fitting t-shirts to give them support. I knew everyone could see my nipples but I didn't care. Let the guys ogle over them if they liked. It was the only way I could be comfortable. Every now and again I would massage my aching tits to let some of the milk out and make them more comfortable. I was in the process of doing just that when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Damn!!!" I swore out loud, cranky at getting interrupted. "I wonder who that could be." I tucked my tit back inside the t-shirt I was wearing and waddled to the door. I wasn't thinking about the fact that I was wearing a white t-shirt. Even though the material was thick the wetness from the still flowing milk allowed the darkness of my nipple to show through easily.

I opened the door and there you stood. I don't remember how old you were. Young I know. You were here to collect for my Sunday paper. "Oh!! Hello James. Come on in. I'll get your money," I said, oblivious to the fact that you were staring at my leaking tit.

I lead you to the living room and pointed to the couch. "Just have a seat. I'll be right back." I went into the kitchen and got my purse. I brought it back with me and sat next to you on the couch. I got out my checkbook and started to write. "How much is it?"

"James?" I prompted when you didn't answer. I turned to you and noticed you were staring at my breasts and I could see the wet spot that had formed there.

I jumped from the couch trying to cover myself saying, "Oh James I am sorry. They do that from time to time. The milk is too much from them." I was so embarrassed.

"It's ok Mrs. Brooks," you assured me as you stood up next to me. "I think it is hot."

"What did you say?" I ask as your face turns bright red.

"I-I-I mean its n-n-not a problem."

"Do you like seeing my breast like this James?" I tease. Before you can answer I lift one into my hand and point it towards you. I gently squeeze the nipple causing the milk to flow and the wet spot to get bigger. A moan from your lips gives me my answer. "Would you like to really see them James?" I ask. I don't know what came over me. I know milking them myself does get me a little worked up sometimes but to offer to show them to my teenaged paperboy was beyond exciting.

"Mrs. Brooks, I-I-I…" you stammer.

I step forward raising my shirt off over my head. My tits are so swollen they are rock hard. I reach down and grab your hand. You are speechless as I place it on my warm, aching tit.

It's s-s-sooo hot," you moan.

"That's because of the milk," I tell you as I run my fingers through your hair. "Would you like to see more of it?"

"Y-Y-Yes!!" you stutter before reason takes over.

"Gently squeeze just behind the nipple and the milk will come out." Following my instructions you bring forth a new river of the creamy white substance. We both moan out loud as the milk runs down my chest. "That's it baby. That feels so good." Your other hand reaches up and you grasp the other teat causing a flow form it as well.

I have both hands on the back of your head now. "OH God that feels good." I pull your head closer to my chest. You don't hesitate as I bring my tits to within inches from your mouth. "Would you like to taste it?" I ask.

CAN I!!??" You excitedly call out.

"Sure you can baby," I answer pulling you even closer. As soon as you are within range your tongue lashes out and licks the stream leaking down my breast. "MMMMMMMMMM" I moan. "That's it baby. Lick it all up."

Your tongue gets more and more aggressive and soon you have it all licked clean and you head towards the source itself. You wrap your lips around my nipple and the milk flows into your eager mouth. You can feel the warmth flowing into your throat. The sweet milk feels so good as you swallow it.

"Suck on my nipple baby. Use your tongue to get more milk out," I moan. I can't believe how good it feels. My pussy is getting wet. I have you head held close and tight to my chest. My legs are quivering. Can this boy actually make me cum just suckling like this?

You moan out as well when you start to suck and the milk flows ever faster into your mouth. Some of it escapes and runs down your chin. Your fingers are kneading the tit flesh as your tongue massages the nipple. You switch from one to the next not able to get enough. I can feel your growing cock against my leg. I cannot believe you are as turned on by this as I am.

I start rocking back and forth against your mouth as if fucking your face with my milk-engorged tits. I can feel you rubbing your hard cock against my leg. I hold your head tight as I scream out. "OH god James!! I'm going to CUM!!" Before the words are even out of my mouth the flood moves to between my legs. I can feel my panties getting soaked as I shudder through my orgasm. I feel wetness on my thigh. I look down to see that you have cum too. You look up at me with embarrassment written all over you face.

"Its ok James," I assure you. "That was incredible. Next time we'll have to see to it that you get 'milked' too." We both laugh and put my tits back where they belong.

I kiss you deeply letting my tongue lick the milk residue from your lips. It tastes so sweet coming from you young mouth. I walk you to the door. "Stop over anytime, James," I wink at you as you turn to leave.

When I get back to the living room I see my purse setting on the coffee table. I didn't give you your check. You may be back sooner than I had thought.