Hi; my name is Malka, and I've just got an award by LaLeche League for pumping my breasts for 20 years, since my son Baruch stopped drinking my milk, and I didn't want to waste it. My husband Goel loved to drink it occasionally, and we agreed to give him the first feed at seven in the morning, and then the breastpump would get the rest of my milk, once every three hours.
Alas, last year I lost Goel last year to a cancer -- when his pain became unbearable, he asked me to put him to sleep; it was easy -- I nursed him, and he let the milk go the wrong way. It wasn't the most painless way to die, but we couldn't afford to go to Switzerland.
After his death, I didn't skip a pumping, and I prolonged them so that my milk production grew 40% and my breast size 60% - because I exercised less, so all the food I ate piled up on my bosom; Goel loved licking my vulva after pumping (he also made love, but as he was getting older, and cancer was already eating at him, he couldn't penetrate me every three hours), so I had to buy a clitoral vibrator to replace him -- and being both pumped at both breasts and titillated is real bliss!
I thought I was OK -- I orgasmed while doing a good deed, and not just once a day; but increasing milk production also mandates pumping on a tighter schedule.
Once I and my son went shopping, as we had to arrange his PhD party; I had just pumped my breasts dry, so I thought I could come home in time for the next session -- but I was wrong: an asshole killed himself in the underground parking lot, and the police closed it to prevent crime scene contamination.
I politely asked an officer when were they going to reopen it, and he answered, "It will take two hours at least to complete the investigation -- we're very sorry."
I couldn't wait so much -- if my breasts weren't pumped within an hour, milk would engorge them; I couldn't reach my breastpump in the car, and I couldn't buy another, as it wasn't on sale on that mall!
So I asked my son to help me -- we went to a ladies' toilet, closed it, and I bared my breasts, so that my daughter could suck enough milk to prevent congestion. I have big breasts -- 36L -- but I had already experimented that self-sucking them was ineffective, so I really needed someone else's help.
My son was amazed at my rack -- even though he could spot them from time to time, and he eagerly began sucking the right nipple; when he sucked it, the left nipple began dripping milk; my son took advantage of my boob size to try and suck both nipples at the same time, but his attempt made me uneasy -- only Goel had tried that once.
I told Baruch, "Don't worry about wasting milk -- we're striving to prevent duct congestion; let the milk gush spontaneously."
So Baruch left my right nipple (which kept dripping -- I wonder whether Goel, or Baruch, could emit so much white fluid from their bodies) and latched to the left, which he sucked until it went into auto drip mode as well.
"Couldn't you please suck again?" I asked Baruch, as I knew that auto drip wouldn't last long, but he was sated, and he did otherwise; he told me, "Sorry, mom, I can't drink anymore milk," and he put his right hand between my thighs.
Just by stroking them he aroused me so that the breasts squirted milk like open faucets, and he was encouraged to fondle my most private part until I came. I hugged him for that, he opened his pants and I saw his hard dick -- much alike, but somewhat bigger than Goel's.
The breasts kept sprinkling the closet we were in, and he kneeled, he put his head under my skirt, removed my panties, and licked my vulva so that he, who had rejected my milk, had to drink my ejaculate.
Even though he was my son, I badly needed his help to empty my boobs, so I let him please me thoroughly; and when he was done with licking my clit, he rose on his feet, hugged me and even got a French kiss from me, his mom, before going behind me and telling, "As far as I know, vigorously shaking your boobs may sustain the letdown reflex, and empty your boobs somewhat."
