Authors Note: I hope you will enjoy this story. The subject matter is non-consensual sex, forced lactation and some BDSM. If that is not what you are interested in, feel free to go on to find other stories that are more suited to your taste. This is of course a fantasy and I have written it to entertain and hopefully excite you, my faithful readers. Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think. I do plan to continue this story in Part 2 and if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them. As always, Thanks for reading.
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Kitty Hall sat out on her back porch nursing her son. He was six months old and her pride and joy. Since she was in her own yard, she took off her shirt entirely and held her baby against her large, soft breasts as he suckled. Kitty closed her eyes and ground her teeth. She loved her son, and she knew that breast feeding was the healthiest choice for a child, but her breasts were so sensitive that even this loving act of motherhood sent shivers through her body and made her pussy tingle.
Often, after breastfeeding, when she had laid her son down for a nap, she would go into the bedroom and masturbate, her fingers deep between her legs and her hand pinching and pulling on her milk-swollen nipples. At times that was the only way she could get relief, and since she had to breastfeed her son three or four times a day, it meant she was masturbating all the time.
It would have been nice if there was a man in her life she could share her bed with, but she wasn't married, and she hadn't really dated anyone in a long time. The pregnancy had been an unplanned one, but once she found out she was pregnant she immediately knew she would keep the child. She had fallen in love with it right from the moment of conception, or at least her awareness of his conception.
The father of her son was a nice enough man and he helped with the bills and child support but once he had found out that she was pregnant and would be keeping the baby, he had wanted nothing more to do with her, relationship wise. He wasn't ready to be a father. So he had left her. Kitty was saddened but ultimately decided it was for the best.
Her son sucked hard on her teat and Kitty had to stifle a groan. She didn't want breastfeeding to be any sort of sexual experience for her or her child, but damn it made her hot! She continued to sit in the patio chair, topless and rocking her son slowly as he fed. Eventually he had his fill. Kitty moved her son to her shoulder, gently rubbing circles on his back and patting him gently. It only took a minute or so and she heard the loud belch from her bundle of joy. She smiled and got up carefully, so as not to disturb him, and turned to walk back inside.
The sun felt good on her bare arms and naked breasts, and she smiled as she moved inside, looking forward to putting her son down for his nap and then going to the bedroom where she could scratch that itch between her legs that had grown so insistent. As she disappeared into her house, she was completely unaware of the eyes watching her.
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Allan sat in his bedroom on the second floor of his house and held the binoculars up to his eyes. From this vantage point he could stare directly into his neighbor's yard. Kitty Hall had lived next door to Allan since he was 15. He had always had a thing for her, even before she got pregnant, but of course he was a teenager, and she was a woman in her 30's. Nothing was ever going to happen. Then Kitty had become pregnant. He had seen a man he assumed to be the father of the child a few times but as her pregnancy had become more pronounced, he had all but disappeared. Allan actually hadn't seen him at all since she had the baby, hadn't seen any men coming or going from her house.
Now though, Allan was 18 and he still had fantasies about the beautiful MILF next door. He had started watching her from his bedroom, using the high-powered binoculars to watch her as she took her son into the backyard and rocked him on the porch. Then something utterly amazing and wonderful had happened. He was watching her one day, not too long after the baby had come. Kitty was in the backyard. She was working in her flowerbed, her son next to her in a small baby carrier. He had started crying and Kitty got up and held him, trying to comfort him. Finally she had sat down, and holding the boy with one hand, lifted up her t-shirt and exposed her large, milk-swollen right boob. Then she put the child's mouth to her tit and began breastfeeding him.
Allan went wild seeing this. He had desired Kitty for so long, knowing that nothing could ever come of it, but there she was, exposing herself and breastfeeding her baby. Allan had unzipped his pants and masturbated right then and there, watching her every second while he wanked himself to finish. He came harder that day than he had ever cum before.
Allan had a fetish for lactating women. He frequented several sites on the internet of lactation porn and Hu-Cows but seeing Kitty topless and lactating in real life was a whole other level of excitement. From that moment on, Allan watched her backyard daily and more often than not Kitty would come out and sit in the sun and nurse her child. At first she had only been lifting her shirt up or unbuttoning it and feeding her nipple to her baby but as time passed and it became more and more common for her, she started coming out into the backyard without a shirt on at all.
Sometimes she wore her maternity bra, but Kitty had been a large busted woman before pregnancy, Allan guessed that she was at least a 36DD. But now, after pregnancy had swelled her breasts and they were filled with milk, she had to be at least a size larger, maybe two sizes. She was often wearing cut-offs or shorts and when she turned to go back inside Allan could sometimes see her ample rear ass cheeks bulging out beneath her shorts.
That was when Allan started to make plans. Watching Kitty was no longer enough. He had to have her. It had taken some time but over the last few months he had begun to work out a plan and now, he thought he was ready to implement it. Operation "Milk Kitty" was ready. He put down his binoculars and finished jerking-off as he thought about what he was about to do.
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As much as Kitty loved her son, raising him as a single mother was a 24/7 job. There were no days off, no sick leave and no vacation time. Kitty wouldn't trade a moment of the time she spent with her child, but she was getting just a little burned out. She needed a respite and soon. So, when her neighbor's son, Allan had come over to ask if she needed any help babysitting, offering up his sister as a reliable and hard-working choice, Kitty didn't have to think about it very long at all. She was a little nervous about leaving her son with a sitter, but she had known Allan and his sister Marie for several years and she also realized it just wasn't practical to think she could watch her child 24/7 and not get completely burned out.
So, she made plans with Allan to have his sister come over and watch the baby for a few hours on a Saturday, sort of a trial run. Marie had even shown up a little early. She talked with Kitty about her son's routines and diligently took notes on her phone so she wouldn't forget anything. Kitty showed Marie around the house, pointing out where everything was. She had even pumped her breasts earlier to have a few bottles of breastmilk in the fridge for when it was feeding time.
Marie was very reliable and worked with Kitty on the way the baby liked to be held and rocked, how to put a pillow at his back when she put him down, so he never rolled over onto his face, and even worked with Kitty on bathing him in the sink. Kitty's anxiety about leaving little Jason were mostly alleviated and she left the house and care of her son to Marie. She spent the afternoon going shopping, having a bite to eat at her favorite little bistro in town and taking in a matinee at the local cineplex.
When she got home, Jason was asleep, and Marie had even done some light housecleaning. Kitty was more than pleased and tipped Marie well and asked her if she would be willing to sit again sometime. Marie immediately agreed and they arranged another afternoon off for Kitty next week.
When Marie got home and told Allan about the day, he was thrilled. Even more so that they had set up another day the next week. Knowing that Kitty liked Marie and trusted her to watch her son was the first step in Allan's plan. For the next several weeks, Allan watched as Kitty's Saturday outings became a regular thing. After a little more than a month of this, Allan was ready for the next step.
Marie was a responsible babysitter, but she wasn't without her flaws and one of those flaws was her relationship with a man named Derek Haas. Derek was from a poor family hand had gotten in with a bad crowd. He had already been in trouble with the law on several occasions for minor infractions and although he had avoided doing any jail time, he had developed quite a reputation around town. Even though Marie was 19, Derek was six years older than her. Her parents did not approve of Derek and had forbidden Marie to ever see him, at least while she lived at home.
Allan knew that Marie was still seeing Derek behind her parents back. He also knew that Derek and Marie were actually doing a lot more than seeing each other. They were fucking. Marie was over 18 so it was legal, but Allan knew if their parents found out about this all hell would break loose.
Allan had bided his time and waited till he could catch the two of them in a compromising position. He even took a few pictures with his phone as added insurance. Then he approached his sister.
