So here I was, 21 years old, with a three month old baby, and my husband's National Guard unit gets called up for active duty, for an indefinite period of time. I wasn't working, and didn't want to spend all of my time in our little apartment all day taking care of our son, so I decided to move in with my parents until my husband came home. Let me tell you having a baby really changes your live, forget about time to yourself, the only time I didn't have Markus (my son) right beside me was when I would go to the gym in the morning before my husband left for work. Now with him gone I didn't even get that chance, but the two months of steady work that I already put in had really paid off, I lost almost all of the weight I gained during pregnancy. The only part of my body that hadn't returned back to my pre pregnancy state was my breasts, they were still a DD cup, a huge difference from the B cup I had before. My hips and legs had slimmed down nicely. I had always worked hard at keeping my body in good shape, I'm fairly tall, 5'7" with long sandy blond hair with long legs and what I have been told is a great ass. I had always been a bit unhappy with the size of my breasts, wishing they were just a bit larger, now I found myself wishing they were just a bit smaller. I always thought I would look the best with C cup breasts.
I packed up our little Sentra with as much stuff as it could hold and headed back to my parent's farm. It is over a six-hour trip, bad enough under the best of circumstances but with a small child it is even worse. And Markus wasn't feeling well so that made the trip a total nightmare, he cried almost the whole trip, only falling asleep for the last hour or so. He hadn't eaten before we left, I tried, but he never eats when he doesn't feel well, and my breasts were over full and aching for most of the drive. When I pull up I was so relieved that I wouldn't have to endure them bouncing any more every time I hit a bump. I looked down at my shirt as I turned off the ignition and I had two large wet spots on the front of my shirt from my breasts leaking, soaking through the pads in my bra.
I was exhausted when I got out of the car, and it was only 3 in the afternoon. When my parents saw my soaked shirt they gave me a knowing smile and we saved the hello hugs till later. Markus woke up when I picked him up and I took him inside to feed him while I let my parents begin to unload my car. I couldn't get him to eat but after about half an hour, I did manage to get him back to sleep, but he had a high fever, I went to get advice from my parents. The assured me it wasn't anything to get alarmed about but they called their doctor for me just to make sure, and I went to find my breast pump, I had to do something about them, I was seriously uncomfortable.
The good news was the doctor didn't think we had anything to worry about but he would stop by to check on Markus, he was going to visit some of his family and our house was on the way. One of the few nice things about small towns, some doctors still made house calls. The bad news was that I couldn't find the breast pump, I called all stores in the area that might have one and most were closed on a Sunday afternoon, and the few that were open didn't have any. I tried relieving some of the pressure by "milking" myself by hand I got milk out I couldn't get enough by hand to make a difference. I even tried to suck them myself but while and trying to push my swollen breasts up so I could put my lips around my nipples was very painful.
When I heard the doorbell I put my bra and a new blouse on and went to talk to the doctor. He checked out Markus and said all he needed was some Children's Tylenol, some rest and something to eat. I told him that I was having trouble getting him to eat he suggested that if he didn't eat anything soon I should try giving him a bottle, I thought "that might help with Markus's problem, but it wouldn't do anything for mine"
I thanked him and I tried to get Markus to eat again, still no luck my dad came in with a bottle of formula and offered to give it a try. My nerves were fried by this time, and he always had a lot easier going than I ever was so I was happy to turn things over to him. I went out and laid down on the sofa and tried to take a little nap. I couldn't sleep my breasts kept throbbing, and I just couldn't get comfortable, after about an hour my dad came back out and said Markus was sleeping and had eaten almost a full bottle of formula. My mom came and sat down beside me and said, "we hate to see you so uncomfortable".
"I know mom, but I just don't know what to do" I was almost in tears as I replied to her.
"Well, I went through the same thing so I know how you feel. I know how I could help you if you were willing" she said in a very motherly tone.
"What idea" I was willing to try about anything by this point.
"Well I could, well to be blunt, suckle your breasts to get the milk out of them"
I was a bit surprised by this offer but it did make sense, it would work if she would really be willing to do it, I was more than willing to let her. "Are you serious mom?"
"Yes I'm serious, I want to help"
"Well thank you, are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yea I'm sure, your dad did the same thing to me several times when you were growing up"
I leaned forward on the sofa and began unbuttoning my dress. My mom said "Here let me help you out of that, it needs washed anyway". She helped me stand up and I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to the floor, I felt a bit embarrassed standing in front of my dad in just my bra and panties. As I sat back down my mom picked up my dress and handed it to my dad "Here go put this in the washer" and he left the room with it.
I was uncovering one of my breast, my mom sat down beside me and said "lets just take that thing off" and she helped me unhook and remove my bra. I leaned back on the sofa, closed my eyes and tried to relax, my mom put her hand no my stomach and I felt her lips touch my left breast. I blushed as her lips touched me, I could feel my face flush hot. I just tried to put all thoughts out of my mind and relax. She began sucking harder and harder I could feel the milk flow out of me, and the pressure subsiding. Soon she switched to the right breast and her hand moved up from my stomach to my left breast, she caressed one breast as she sucked the other one. I found myself moaning just a bit, this all felt so good, when I finally realized I was becoming aroused by this, and that she appeared to be trying to arouse me, I sat up "mom?"
"It's ok honey just lean back, and relax, it's ok" she looked up and smiled at me her chin had milk dripping off of it. Unsure of what to do, I just followed her instructions, closing my eyes once more as she began to caress my breasts again with her hands and lips. She stopped briefly to say "that's good" then as she began to suck my breast again her hand moved down and began to rub my crotch through my panties.
I tensed up for a moment, but forced myself to relax. After a minuet or so of the pleasant feelings pushed all other thoughts out of my mind, without thinking I spread my legs, making it easier for her to rub my panty covered crotch. I sort of lost track of time for a while, it felt so good, the aching in my breasts was replaced with the wonderful feeling of having then gently sucked and caressed, as my milk flowed out of them, not to mention how great it felt having my clit rubbed. The last time I had sex was almost a month before I gave birth, and sense then I had not even masturbated, so I was well overdue for an orgasm. And when it finally came it was a large one, I was loudly moaning as she rubbed my clit harder. I just pushed back harder into the sofa, moaning louder and louder as my orgasm built.