It was 7.00 a.m. and Elise Keaton noticed Skippy at the back door and waved him in. Sitting at the breakfast table in a cotton T-shirt and denim shorts, her hair wet from the shower and wrapped up into a towel-covered bun she figured she was at least presentable.
"Morning Skippy dear," I said "If you came to see Mallory she left already, I'm sorry."
"Same old thing eh Mrs. Keaton," Skippy sighed, " guess I really don't a anything to offer her," he sighed.
All the time he looked at the floor daring not look at her for fear of seeing the woman Alex had recently fucked instead of the woman who regularly comforted him from Mallory's' rejection. Plus he had always had a fetish for Elise Keaton's breasts and one glance was like a shot of Viagra. Despite his best efforts he could feel himself getting hard.
"I wouldn't quite say you had nothing to offer Skippy. If that bulge in your jeans gets any bigger you could do yourself a nasty injury. Is that for me Skippy? Maybe I can help you with that." I deliberately stretched my arms above my head pulling my T-shirt tight across my bra less breasts. I knew my nipples were poking through and this tease of poor Skippy was making me horny, not to mention his every expanding package.
"In the lounge room I think, it's a lot more cosy." I got up and took my towel off my head and took his hand. Poor Skippy just groaned and looked at the floor.
"Hold on darling just few more minutes," I said guiding him into the lounge and settling on the sofa. I noticed all the time Skippy's' eyes stayed glued to my breasts.I massaged his cheek, removed his glasses and leaned into give him a kiss. My tongue traced the outline of his lips and teasingly prised them apart to briefly brush his tongue. I could feel this boy was a pent up fury of sexual passion and wondered if he had ever been laid. Guiding his trembling hand I brushed it breifly across my T-shirt and nibbled lightly on his ear.
"What would you like to do Skippy? Would you like to feel my tits?" I whispered seductively. "Would you like to suck my nipples or maybe pinch them? You know they are all for you." I raised my T-shirt enticingly and let my full tits sit high on my chest, then jiggle back and forth as I placed my hands on his shoulders. I noticed a small trickle of saliva escape the corner of Skippy's' mouth so I tongued it away with a gentle flick.
If Elise thought that she was going to get another mauling like Alex had delivered she was mistaken. Slowly Skippy reclined into her lap and reaching up cradled her left tit softly but securely in his hands. He drew her nipple into his warm mouth and licked it to attention. Then gradually drawing in a mouthful if tit began to suckle intently.
"Oh God Skippy that feels great," I spluttered taken totally by surprise, after only a few minutes his powerful suckling was giving me that acute pleasure and sheer intensity I normally associated with a thorough clit licking. To be honest slow caressing and sucking of my tits had never really gotten me off before but soon I felt that tingling in my pussy I knew too well. My breathing had dropped to short sharp gasps and I had saturated my panties, my nipples were erect and tender to touch. My god, what was this magnificent boy doing to me! With just his mouth and tongue he had brought me to the point of lactating. That exquisite pleasure pain I last felt nearly 18 years ago began to surge through my body, no man had ever done this to me before, I had to have release. I twisted my other nipple and gave it a sharp squeeze and as I exploded into orgasm felt a jet of milk spray across the room.
Skippy gorged himself, savouring her tepid mothers' milk and succulent tit.
"Aaaaaaargh, fuck, fuck " I screeched and buckled in total orgasm. " So fucking good, you stud!" I had to pull him away, my tits were just too fucking tender, and my nipples were on fire and weeping. I lay back for a second marshalling my mounting lust. Skippy, I thought, get ready for some action.
"Stand up and drop those jeans." I said forcefully