Feeding The Baby

Feeding The Baby

Brenda, Mother, 38

Ian, son, 18

Vicki, baby, a few months old

Single mother Brenda had a fling and got pregnant. A simple fact. It wasn't her fault for wanting some companionship and, well, let's be honest...some sex. Actual sex, and not just her usual fun with the vibrating plastic. EVERYBODY needs sex.

Unfortunately for her the father didn't not want to know, he'd assumed it was just a fling, a meeting for sex and he didn't need a baby. But Brenda didn't have the heart to terminate. With her life with her 18year old son Ian feeling like only a very small family, Brenda saw this as an opportunity to expand her family, especially if Ian gets into college and moves out. She didn't want to be alone. So, she had thought having a baby would give her some meaning to life once again by continuing to exercise her mothering instincts to nurture and give love.

"There, there, there. C'mon, honey, take it." Brenda is trying to get her crying baby daughter Vicki to latch onto her nipple. She was a difficult baby to feed, always a struggle to get the nipple in her mouth. She would lift her breast, press the baby's mouth onto the nipple, even pinch the nipple herself to extract some milk and give the baby a taste. In all this struggle it was difficult for Brenda to stay decent, to keep her breast discreetly covered. Inevitably her breast would be left exposed; and if she's switching breasts then both her breasts.

Of course in the relative safety of her home it should not matter...except if she was being spied upon. At first she did not notice, but eventually her gaze met the shadowy figure lurking outside on the edge of the doorway of the room she was in. It can only be one person, and Brenda realized that her son, even at 18 must be curious about his little sister breastfeeding. Normally there isn't such a gap in the ages of the siblings, and a new brother or a sister would come along whilst they were still very young. But this must be very strange for Ian.

Brenda wondered what she should do. Ignore and let him spy, speak to him to ask why he's spying, or ask him to sit with her and watch up close and learn.

Breastfeeding is meant to be a natural function for any female. As such many battles have been fought against pushback from namby-pamby advocates of indecency. If a baby cries a mother must feed the baby. The baby does not have a breakfast/lunch/dinner routine; they ask to be fed ANYTIME. And the mother must be given the freedom to feed her baby anytime and anywhere without being persecuted. This was Brenda's belief. With this in mind she decided to speak with her teenaged son and enlighten him on the etiquette of breastfeeding.

After putting away her baby, Brenda went looking for her son, who had now moved away from the doorway.

"Ian, come here, please. Sit down," Brenda began. She took a deep breath and continued. "I know you've been watching me feeding your sister. Shall we say spying?"

"Sorry. I...I..." Ian went beet red for being caught red-handed. He didn't realize he'd been spotted.

"You need to understand that it's natural. Babies are

meant

to be breast fed. That's what breasts are for. When you stare at a breast feeding mother it makes her feel uncomfortable and somehow the baby can sense that and she becomes restless and may not feed."

"Oh!"

"It is a battle just to find a place in public to be able to feed one's baby as nature intended."

Ian didn't know what to say to that. That sounded way deep, talking about issues he never knew existed.

"You know what, this cycle needs to be broken, and it starts here, in this house," Brenda sat up straight, looking defiant, as she came to a decision there and then. "Next time I feed your sister I want you to sit next to me. I want you to get used to seeing a breast feeding mother so that you're not embarrassed and you don't make the mother feel uncomfortable. Do you understand?"

"Erm...I'm not sure...," Ian said doubtfully.

"It's simple. The next time I'm feeding your sister I want you to watch and not feel uncomfortable. OK?"

"Erm...," Ian could not quite believe what he'd just heard. His mother wants him to see her tits? She wants to show him her tits? Of course that's not what she said, but to the teenager that's what it translated into. "OK," he finally said trying to hide his eagerness as well as nervousness.

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A couple of hours were all it took for the house to become noisy again as the expected crying started once more. Feeding time!

Brenda rushed to her baby. "Hey! You're up already? Hungry again? Or have you...let me check first." Brenda checked the nappy to see if it needed changing, but that was alright. So feeding time it was! First she called her son. "Ian! Ian! Come down please," before she settled down on the couch in the front room.

Ian came quickly. "Yes, mother?"

"Vicki needs to be fed again. You see, it's a frequent thing when babies are small. Sit down next to me and I want you to watch me feeding your sister. OK?"

"Erm...OK," Ian said nervously as he sat down next to her on her right. He knew what this meant and he wasn't sure how he was going to react. He had a feeling his mother was going to be angry at him for staring, or something. He already was trying hard to keep his eyes averted from the two protruding and still covered mountains on his mother's chest. He'd always thought his mother had great chest and her breasts had stood out noticeably with the way she wore tight tops and low cut tops. And now, since the baby, her breasts seem to be that much

more

noticeable.

"There, there, there. Hungry again, huh? OK, here it is," Brenda said as she held her daughter in one hand and pulled up her top with the other revealing her white bra. Unfastening the latch at the front she pulled the flap open to reveal her creamy left breast. A

large

creamy breast with a very prominent pink peak protruding like an eraser!

Ian stared...and stared. His mother's breast was there, right in front of him. Up close. He couldn't believe his mother just pulled her top up to expose herself to him. Normally she'd always made sure she was decent in front of him. But of course she wasn't exposing herself for him, it was to do her maternal duty and feed Vicki.

Basically she was still in her bra save for the exposed left tit. To see his mother in her white bra was...was simply so erotic as well. His mind flashed back to the girls at school he'd ogled seeing their breasts bulging out, inviting him to look at them. His eye glazed over thinking about the bras he'd clearly see through their tight tops and blouses wondering what breasts actually looked like in real life...what they felt like. He was yet to have a girlfriend who he could have fondled. And here instead was his very own mother displaying a VERY full, round, clearly heavy breast.

Brenda was oblivious to the effect she was having on her teenaged son.

"Come on, honey, take it," Brenda was saying, encouraging Vicki to latch onto her breast but she continued to cry. "It's so difficult. She's hungry but still cries, even when I literally place my nipple in her mouth." Brenda was hoisting her breast with one hand and pushing Vicki's mouth to the nipple.

To see his mother touching her own breast made Ian feel funny.

Eventually Vicki was feeding.

"That's a good girl," Brenda cooed stroking the baby's chin and head. Brenda visibly exhaled deeply and sighed. "Now she's feeding strongly, I can feel her sucking. Silly girl; all that crying." Brenda laughed. "You know Ian," she turned to her son, "You never cried much and it was not a problem getting you to feed. Actually it was problem getting you to

stop

!" she laughed again. "Once you latched onto my nipple you wouldn't let go!"

Ian swallowed as he stared at his mother's naked breast imagining himself sucking that thick, inviting nipple.

Did he really suck those breasts?

His head spun at the thought.

"Problem with Vicki is she doesn't feed fully. She leaves my still full and they hurt if they're full."

Ian was not sure what his mother was talking about, his mind was not fully on what she was saying but on her exposed tit that was being sucked on.

"Oh dear. And this is what happens when she doesn't drink fully. The other breast starts to leak." Brenda touched her other tit that was still covered by her bra, and released the catch to expose that too. "Ian, be a dear and get more of these from my bedroom please?" She pulled out a cotton pad that was covering her nipple. "Look, it's sopping wet. I need to replace it."

Ian didn't move as he was staring wide-eyed at his mother's newly exposed breast. It was also big, round and heavy, and leaking from the engorged nipple.

"Ian..."

"Eh?"

"The pads. Can you get these pads from my room, please?"

"Oh, yes. Sure," Ian said, shaking himself out of his staring. He quickly got up and dashed to get the cotton breast pads. On his return he handed the packet to his mother.

"Thank you," she said and started to wipe the leaking nipple. Unfortunately, with Vicki feeding at the left nipple the right nipple continued to leak in sympathy. Brenda noticed her son was repeatedly licking his lips and swallowing.

"Does...What...Does it taste the same as the milk in the fridge?" Ian asked, still staring at the leaking nipple nearest to him.

Brenda laughed. "No, not quite the same. The milk in the fridge comes from cows, it's much thicker. Mine is thinner. Here," and she brushed a finger on her nipple and fed it to her son's mouth. Shock he opened his mouth reflexively and sucked his mother's finger.

"I can't taste anything."

"Hmm." Brenda thought. Then she saw that all was quiet on her other breast. "Will you look a that? Your sister has gone back to sleep whilst still feeding! See what he mean? She doesn't get a full fill and keeps

me

full. Silly girl. She'll get up again soon crying once more. Oh well. Let me put her back in the cot."

To his surprise his mother got up and lifted his sister back into the small spare cot next to the settee...with both her breasts still exposed and giggling mesmerizingly. Then she sat back down again next to him

"What am I gonna do with her. Look at these," she said shaking her head and pointing to her breasts with both hands. "They are still so full and leaking. And you know what, they hurt. Did you know that? They are so full that they hurt."

Ian slowly shook his head at this strange information his mother felt the need to share with him.

"I'm going to have to squeeze my milk out. But it's such a shame. It seems like a waste; all that effort for me to produce it only to throw it away." Then she paused to mull things over and looked at her son. "You want to see what his milk tastes like?"

"Just wondered."

"Here, taste," Brenda held up her right breast for him.

"Eh?"

"Go ahead, taste it. Get your mouth on my nipple and suck, like Vicki was doing."

"Really?"

"Sure. It wasn't that long ago that you were suckling from my breast. You liked it so much when you were little that I was breastfeeding you until you were nearly 5! Not only to feed you but just to keep you quiet and it helped you to go to sleep."

Ian tentatively leaned over and took the turgid nipple in his mouth. Instantly his head began to spin and his breathing became ragged at the illicit contact. But he had to get on the floor to get a better angle but even then his nose was pressed up against his mother's warm breast.

"I think it would be better if you lay on the couch with your head on my lap."

This Ian did. With Ian's more powerful sucking ability Brenda instantly felt relief in her breast.

"Ohhhh! That's better! Ian, you've no idea what a relief that is. Do you think you can continue a bit more? Do you think you can drink some more?"

Ian nodded vigorously with his mouth latched onto his mother's thick nipple and mouth full of her milk.

"That feels so good. You're really relieving so much pressure in my breast." And after a while when Brenda thought her left breast was empty enough, she gave further instructions. "Do you think you can drink from his other breast? It would

really

help me?" she pleaded.

What Brenda didn't realize was that he'd suck her breasts all day long! It felt SO GOOD for him too. So he released the nipple he was sucking and shuffled along her lap to her left breast. Quickly latching on he sucked earnestly.

That warm breast felt SO inviting that he pressed his face into the soft flesh as he sucked. He was so lost in his sucking that he wasn't even aware that his left hand had reached up and was fondling her free breast.

For Brenda it was now confusing to see her 18year old son suckling her. She did need that relief he was giving but now...

"That's fine, Ian, you can stop now."

No response from her son.

"Ian..."

Still no response other than to continue sucking his mother's nipple.

"Oh, Ian honey," she said, then she went back more than a decade and wiggled and slid a finger in her son's busy mouth to prise it away from her sore, hard nipple; just like when he wouldn't stop as a baby.

Now Ian looked up at his mother in embarrassment and realized that he might have over done it. But what a sight he got looking up at her naked breasts from underneath, jutting out proudly.

"Thank you, Ian, you can get off me now."

Ian swiftly got off his mother's lap and sat next to her. He watched wide-eyed as she covered up her breasts, placing the cotton breast pads inside each cup and pulled her top down. All of a sudden it felt like only a dream that he had seen his mother's breasts and that he had been sucking them.

"That feels SO much better. Thank you, Ian. You have NO idea how uncomfortable it feels when my breasts are left full when Vicki doesn't feed well. They hurt and they leak. Now I feel so relieved."

It was then that he realized that there was a strong, straining uncomfortable feeling in his lap and noticed the tent. Immediately he covered himself with his hands hoping his mother didn't see it. Luckily she got up and went to the bathroom. He dashed to his bedroom, slipped off his pants, lowered his underwear and vigorously jerked off to the images of his mother's breasts, thoughts of him sucking them and the feel of her hard nipples in his mouth. The taste of her milk still lingered on his tongue.

The speed and urgency with which he was stroking his cock surprised him. The hardness of his own cock in his hand made it feel like metal. When he exploded he shouted and grunted so loudly he feared his mum might have heard. The sudden explosive blast was SO strong and satisfying that he just kept pumping, enjoying the euphoric feeling; he didn't even think of getting a tissue like usual.

With his eyes closed he continued to pump hard trying to elicit as much pleasure as he could, trying to prolong this the most pleasurable orgasm he EVER had. Each spurt sent a very delightfully zinging tremor rippling from his pulsating cock through to the rest of his body.

Eventually he stopped stroking and just held his still hard, super sensitive cock in his hand and slumped back on his bed. It was only then that he realized how hard he was breathing; he was literally gasping for air, panting with his mouth open.

He felt elevated, ALIVE with a buzz in his head. A big smile involuntarily spread across his face. He now lay on his back, rhythmically squeezing his cock, generating further ripples of pleasure from his still sensitive cock. But eventually he released it and just flopped back feeling exhausted. And he zonked out. His body and mind switched off.

When he awoke minutes later he felt the cold dampness on his hand and his torso. This time he didn't have time...no, no awareness to pick up a tissue from his bedside cabinet like he normally did when masturbating. Instead he unloaded it all on his shirt, all over his front. He wiped his hand on his shirt and took the shirt off to stand naked in his room.

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A few hours later he heard the crying of his baby sister and he knew. He eagerly made his way to the front room; it was late evening, after dinner. And sure enough there was his mother feeding his sister Vicki. Still not sure if mum actually meant what she had said he apprehensively sat down next to them and watched. He stared again at his mother's naked breast being sucked. This time he knew what it felt like to suck that breast.

"Hi," his mother said cheerfully.

"Hi," he reciprocated, still feeling awkward to be watching, even though his mum had said he could...no, he should!

This time Vicki fed well, and anyway his mum's breasts were not that full anymore so she wasn't complaining about them hurting her.

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The next morning was different. As he once again watched his mother feed Vicki, Brenda complained of Vicki not feeding well, leaving her breasts still full. And this was the case throughout the day.

At night he helped his mother with changing Vicki in her bedroom as she had said she needed his help because she was feeling tired; and then he sat on a chair watching her feed his sister. But tonight it was different further, tonight his mother was in her nightie and he was already in his pyjamas. She fed Vicki lying down on her bed.

What captivated him was that his mother had slipped off her shoulder strap of her nightie to expose her left breast for his baby sister. Both Vicki and his mother lay on their sides whilst Vicki fed. This time it was not just a discrete breast exposure, tonight the whole breast was revealed before Vicki latched onto it; there was no bra to partially hide his mother's upper body. He sat mesmerized.

When Vicki had finished and his mother was putting her in the cot near the bed he didn't think he was breathing as he watched the heavy exposed breast giggle before it got covered up.

"Ian, do you think you can help me, once again?"

"Err, sure," he replied confused since he thought he had already helped her with the nappy and clothes changing.

"The whole day Vicki didn't feed well and my breasts are still full and they hurt. I don't think I can get good sleep like this, and I'm so tired. Do you think you can drink some of my milk?"

"SURE!" he said over eagerly even without thinking, but then he quickly composed himself. "Sure, mum."

"Thank you," she said and hypnotized he watched as if in slow motion she pulled down once again her nightie's right strap. The whole of her full round breast was exposed once again.

"Come," she beckoned whilst she lay on her right side, her heavy breast also resting on the bed.

He didn't move, he was confused.

"Come," she repeated, patting the bed in front of her.

This time he moved and sat on the bed, then lay down on his left side in the crook of her arm, facing her. She lifted her breast inviting him. As soon as he started to suck she sighed deeply with relief as she immediately felt the milk draining from her.

"That's so much better," she sighed stroking his head with her left hand. "You're a good boy."

This was such a weird experience for him. It felt so much more intimate -- sucking her breast on her bed. The feel of her breasts and her thick nipple, and the taste and scent of her milk was intoxicating.

After a while she spoke as if in her sleep. "That one is a little sore now," she said. No other instructions.

He was confused. He thought for a while. Did she mean...? He waited for her to present him with her other breast...but she didn't move. So tentatively he slid off her left nightie strap as far as he could and, to his surprise, she pulled her arm out allowing him to lower the nightie further to expose her left breast now.

Stunned he stared at his effectively topless mother. BOTH of her breasts were naked with pink nipples jutting out prominently from the top.