"Jason! He woke up!" Suzy called out.
My pants were down to my thighs and my dick hung out, hard and wet. What the fuck? I pushed my dick into my underwear and pulled my jeans up as Jason came around the corner.
"Geez Suzy," he started, "You said he wouldn't wake up!"
"What the fuck is going on?" I bellowed.
Suzy shrank down. I got up, tucked in my shirt, and straightened out my pants.
"Dad. My phone call? Remember? My phone call? Earlier?" Jason asked.
"Don't try and put this on me! You know I don't want to be disturbed on this day, ever! What is so hard about that? I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to hear from anyone. Just leave me the fuck alone!" I pleaded.
"You shouldn't be alone, especially today," said Suzy.
"Does this involve you?" I asked tersely without expecting a reply. "And what the hell were you doing? Sucking my ... my ... penis ... like that. What was that all about? You're my daughter-in-law!"
"I'm sorry Dad, but it's her last day," said Jason.
"Last day?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Still a bit drunk, I was in a fog.
"For my, umm, for me to get pregnant," Suzy answered.
"Let me get this right. You came over here to do what? Do it the old-fashioned way? And you found me ... sleeping ... and decided to ... get me hard, and essentially rape me in my sleep? What is wrong with you??" I asked, again not really looking for an answer.
"We'd better go, Suzy," said Jason sadly.
Suzy looked at me, her big brown eyes tearing up, "I'm sorry. You're right. We are definitely in the wrong, here. I guess I was just ... desperate. Jason is, well, let's say 'dry' right now. We've been doing it all day, y'know, and now, nothing is coming out."
"I screwed up, Dad. I was supposed to call you to get you over to the clinic before they closed, but I messed the days up. I'm really sorry. I know that this is a difficult day for you," he hung his head like he did when he was five years old and had been caught throwing a rock at a car. "It's a difficult day for me, too, you know. I miss Mom, too. You're not the only one who misses her."
"It's really my fault," said Suzy. "I'm really sorry, but when we came in, you were already, umm, erect in your pants, y'know. It was right there, ready. All I had to do was ... get on ... and, y'know. I thought that you might not even know I was doing it. Even though you were hard, you were also, well ... pretty out of it. Jason was against it."
"I let it happen," he said.
"You couldn't have stopped me," she argued back.
"Oh Jesus, stop. You're both giving me a headache," I sighed and sat back down.
There was a pause. We all just looked at each other for a few minutes. Not sure what to do.
Sighing again, I looked at the clock and looked at my son, "Your mother always wanted grandchildren. But, this is my day for her."
I thought about that and knew that I was wrong, "No, that's not right. That's just a lie. I'm, you know, I'm just fooling myself. This is not my day for her. This is my day to sit selfishly alone and drink myself into oblivion because I can't face not being with her. That's what it is."
They looked at each other.
I continued, "Okay. I don't know if I can umm ... perform ... but I'll try."
Suzy lit up and smiled. Jason went wide-eyed.
"If that is what you want?" I asked.
"Yes," they said at the same time.
"I'll wait for Suzy in the basement, Dad," said Jason.
"Let's do this, Jason, I'll just bring Suzy home when we're done. Okay? I don't know how long this might take for me to sober up enough to, you know. I mean, I'm not a young man like you! I can't go all day or anything, anymore" I smiled sincerely.
Jason blushed, kissed Suzy, and walked out. I heard the front door shut and I imagined he had to get out before he lost his nerve to let this happen. The car drove down the long driveway. The reflection of the red taillights bouncing off the trees outside the sunroom.
Suzy stared after him.
"Suzy, we don't have to do this," I offered. "I mean, if Jason is pressuring you to do this, we can hang out here for an hour and I'll just drive you home, assuming I'm sober enough to do that."
"No Jake. This is my idea. I want it," she answered.
I thought, "Okay. I guess she really wants a baby."
"Okay. You are sure. So, like I said, I'm not 25 anymore. It takes some motivation for me to get, y'know, get it up, y'know?"
She nodded but didn't move for a few minutes, but then asked, "Would music help?"
"No dear, I don't think music would help," I answered with a laugh.
I thought back to when I got Kate pregnant. She got me to the edge and gave me blue balls for days and then unleashed a torrent of sperm inside her pussy. What Suzy and I were doing might work but it sure didn't seem optimum.
"Maybe if you told me a little bit about some things you like and then I can do them for you?" she asked.
My dear daughter-in-law had the largest brown eyes I'd ever seen. Her brown hair, with blonde streaks, flowed down over her shoulders, thick, and luxurious. She had a lovely smile with braces-straightened teeth. She sat across from me in a denim skirt and a button-up white blouse. She had an athletic body, tall and lean, with lovely breasts that stood up proud on her broad chest. Her dark skin looked supple and smooth. She was more than half my age.
She stood and I watched her shapely ass as she got my bottle and poured me a small drink.
Suzy was a smart woman. She could be aggressive and pushy, but I liked that in her. I trusted that she would run the marriage between her and Jason, and run it well.
She smiled gently and I felt more comfortable, "Here, I'm not worried about alcohol affecting your ... uhh ... abilities. How about you take a sip, close your eyes, and tell me about what you and Kate have done. It's just between you and me, and I'm not going to tell anyone. Not even Jason. What's some of the wild and fun things you guys have done? I'm curious. I'll just listen. We'll just take it one step at a time, and see what happens."
She pulled over an overstuffed chair and collapsed into it crossing her long, firm legs. She kicked off her stylish heels, pushed them to the side, and folded her legs underneath her.
I nodded and took another sip, and then a gulp, before relaxing my eyes and thinking back to my sweet and dear Kate.
I smiled for the second time that day as I thought of Kate and her "business."
"Did you know," I started, "that your mother-in-law had a small business? Strictly off the books. Cash business, y'know?"
I could sense the smile as she asked, "What kind of business was that?"
Sandy was Kate's friend since they were 10 years old. When she could not get her milk going for her baby, she turned to my lovely wife, Kate and her voluptuous breasts for help. Kate nursed Sandy's baby and pumped milk for her as our last child, Nancy, had switched over to baby food. That night was a wild night, one that got Kate very jealous of Sandy. Kate had a lapse of judgement and had sex with Sandy. She didn't want me making the same mistake. It was clear, I was to (sexually) stay away from her best friend. Eventually, Sandy's milk came in but they continued sharing the feeding duties.
I came into the kitchen as Kate and Sandy sat there together. They had hatched a plan. Kate shook her head in disbelief and Sandy laughed and said, "I'm serious! There is money in this. It's a cash thing, too. No taxes."
Sandy smiled at me, "Hey Jake, I was just telling your darling wife that we could do really well as a team, a partnership."
"Doing what?" I asked.
"Well, number one, teaching breastfeeding and number two, providing mother's milk for those that can't breastfeed. What do you think?"
I smiled at my pretty wife, sitting there braless, in a t-shirt, her long and thick nipples poking out proudly. I wanted those nipples in my mouth. I wanted to suck her tits dry and watch that nipple to pussy connection drive yet-another, intense orgasm, right through my pretty wife's petite body. Since little Nancy went to baby food, my time suckling was dramatically reduced, and now, Sandy was offering an extension.
"Sounds like a good idea. How would you run it?" I asked.
"We've already got three mothers who don't like the breast feeding feeling but they want their babies to still have breastmilk," said Kate. "Sandy came up with a pricelist for the milk and provided it to them."
Sandy added, "There's five more that want some help in breastfeeding. Kate wrote up a presentation on 'Beginning Breastfeeding.' It's quite good. My doctor's practice said that they'd recommend us to their patients. I think we can charge $10 per class, per mother, and run classes a couple times a week.
It did seem like a great idea. I was all for it.
My work was taking off and we were able to buy a house not too far from Sandy's house and the local hospital where they were each doing their teaching. Since Sandy had a full-time job, Kate taught in the mornings or afternoons and Sandy did a couple of evening classes.
Since Kate was done with our kids' breastfeeding, she took on most of the burden of pumping milk, though Sandy contributed a fair share. I was impressed at how organized they were. The mothers had to sign releases before they could even start using the milk. Kate and Sandy each documented everything they ate before they did their pumping. Everything was marked on the bags of mother's milk.
Once it got going, Kate was obsessed with it. She was pumping four to five times a day. Though, she was funny in the evenings, choosing to not pump when I was around. She said she didn't want to get me all aroused but the funning thing, when she didn't pump, those tits thickened and swelled
After almost two months, I noticed that Kate had lost weight. The calories lost to all that milk pumpin was far more than what she was eating. She lost the pounds in her legs, ass, and her stomach flattened. She was exercising each morning, including some yoga, some weight lifting, and general stretching. Damn, she looked ridiculously sexy, especially since her tits stayed full and firm.
With her erotic look, it was difficult for me as our sex life ... waned. She was tired at night and since I was working longer hours, we just weren't connecting anymore.
I got worried.
Was there someone else? She made it clear that I was to stay away from Sandy. Was she getting side-action from Sandy? Was she projecting her desire for Sandy onto me?
I finished a major project at work as we launched our new product line. I knew that the next few weeks would be filled with long nights and even longer weekends as our product hit the market. The afternoon was free and I decided to surprise Kate and come home early.
It was a Thursday, both Jason and Nancy were in daycare, and I knew Kate's schedule well enough that she would be home from grocery shopping by 1 pm. I was excited to see her and got flowers and a bottle of her favorite chardonnay.
I slipped in the front door and heard a hum from the living room. It took a moment to recognize the sound. It was the breast pump going hard at it.
