Mrs Penelope Blackwell, known to her friends as 'Penny Black', divorced over a year previously, lay face down on the massage table, suitably modified, it allowed her breasts to dangle down over the bowls, strategically placed to capture her breastmilk.
(The massage table was based on a design from her fellow lactator Elizabeth, built by her son Lemuel, they had recently returned to town after a period working in a closed down winter holiday camp.)
She was feeling dreamy, weightless waiting for her twin sons to start the "Saturday Morning Milk Race", it was a ritual which all three enjoyed.
She mused to herself, how did it come to this she thought, being fucked, almost daily by her sons.
She blamed her husband, his insistence that the family go to a naturist club for a holiday every year, abandoning clothes when at home whenever possible, she wasn't agreeable at first but gradually accepted that there was nothing wrong with the naked human body, and being the only female in a household of four made her feel special. The three males always paid extra attention to her, her sons asked about her breasts and what were they for, she would express milk for them explaining that bodies needed it for them to grow healthy.
She would see them stare at her vulva, then look down at their penises, a puzzled look on their faces. Sometimes looking at her with a slight expression of sympathy.
She gave a deep sigh of happiness, tensed her thighs, her labia already moist, ready and waiting, looking forward to the race and what followed.
The Beginning, some time ago.
It was a typical Saturday morning, Penny had lain in bed longer than usual, her twin's, Lenny and Benny, named after their grandfathers, had risen before her, were playing a computer game.
It was a gift, given to them on their eighteenth birthday, six months earlier
On hearing her cell phone ring, she sat up and answered it, reaching for a lilac satin gown, she wrapped it around her and grasped it closed, she'd misplaced the belt ages ago.
'Hi Penny, it's me Sue, have you heard? The medical technician at the maternity hospital has been selling the milk that we donate for the babies to old, rich men, at very high prices!' Her voice rose in anguish.
Penny caught her breath, as chairwomen and founder of the local "La Leche" group she felt betrayed, especially on behalf of the ladies who'd joined at her behest. Sue was not normally so easy to understand, her habit of starting in the middle of a story didn't help. But this time she was crystal clear.
'Are you sure?' Despair in her voice.
'Oh yes, the hospital director admitted it.'
'Has anyone spoke to him?'
'Well, er, I'm not sure, Sue, the other Sue, told me all about it.'
The other Sue was not one to spread gossip, and she worked at the hospital, 'I'll phone Sue then, and see what this is all about.'
There was no answer, 'damn, I'm going to have to call the Director,' she was reluctant as she'd have preferred to speak to someone with the necessary information and the "other Sue" at least worked at the hospital.
'Maternity hospital, who do you wish to speak to?'
'Director Hughes, please.'
'He's left I'm afraid, I assume you want the chest feeding department?'
'No, the breast-feeding department, I'm Mrs Black of La Leche, the chair lady.'
'We've changed some of our wording, it's chairperson and chest instead of breast.' The receptionist sounded as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Penny hid her exasperation very well.
'The Director speaking, how can I help.'
Penny introduced herself and once again met with the woke rewording of her title and function.
'I've heard a rumour that your medical technician has been selling donated breast milk to er, grown adult males?'
If you want woke, I'll give you woke, she thought.
'Yes, hospital policy, better than throwing it away.'
'Wouldn't it be best to give it to babies?'
'No need, thanks to your excellent organisation, we have more than we need.'
'How much of the money earned are you donating to our organisation?'
'Huh, er, we haven't included that in our budget, every dollar is already accounted for.'
Penny politely finished the conversation, she donated milk but also sold hers to old men with money who believed all sorts of myths about breastmilk, well she'd have more to sell now she was not donating to the hospital.
Penny walked into the kitchen and opened a cupboard, her breast pumps weren't there, then the games room, 'did you hear my conversation just then?'
Lenny answered, 'yeah, what are you going to do about it?'
She told them her plan, she'd make more money, simple, 'I just need to find my breast pumps, have you guys moved them?'
'Yeah, we borrowed the batteries out of them, for our computer game.'
'And.'
'Er, they went flat, but we did put them on charge.' Benny answered.
'When?'
'When we heard your conversation. Let's face it you normally visit the hospital on a Saturday so we figured you wouldn't need them.'
Sure enough they were flat.
'What are you going to do? Lenny asked, eyes downcast, knowing they were in trouble.
Penny was angry, not just at her sons but at the world in general, she was stiff with anger, shoulders tensing and untensing.
'Mum,' Benny spoke, 'you're starting to leak,' he pointed to her breasts.
She gave a deep sigh then reached a decision, 'that's it then, you two are going to do something useful for once, follow me.'
Lenny and Benny looked at each other quizzically, Lenny gave a shrug and let's go, gesture.
She lay in the middle of the bed, she'd opened her gown, breasts large, prominent, and full of milk.
'One either side come on, we're doing things the old-fashioned way.'
'What, but we're grown-ups we don't need breast milk, what if we're ill,' spluttered Lenny, 'Mum, I've forgotten how to do it.' Benny anxiety in his voice.
'I happen to know you've both got girlfriends, don't tell me you don't know how to suck on a tit.' She was still angry.
They reluctantly lay beside her, 'the beds not big enough,' moaned Benny.
'Lenny, move over,' she placed an arm around each of them pulling them towards her, and stopping them from slipping off.
'Well, what are you waiting for, starting sucking,' realising they had no choice and being used to their mother's eccentricities they placed their mouths around her breasts.
'Lips behind the nipple, slight pressure, now start sucking,' she ordered.
The trouble was that she hadn't had sex for well over a year, she was too prominent a personality to have casual flings. she began to doubt if her course of action was the right one, and more importantly, she had never had the attention of two men at the same time. It was like an electric shock, small spasms were racing through her body, she couldn't help moan, and her body shuddering, involuntarily.
Benny looked up from his tit to see his twin brother smiling, not easy with a mouthful of tit, Benny understood what was happening to his mother, she was losing control, next moment she lifted her legs over theirs, telling herself it was to keep them securely in position on the bed.
Lenny, it was always Lenny allowed his hand to stray to her inner thigh, high up.
This was answered by another shudder and a full groan of pleasure, emboldening Lenny.
When his fingers stroked, her pussy lips, it was too late, she could not resist when after a few moments she felt them inveigle there way between her labia and into her vagina.
She couldn't understand why all of a sudden, they were gone, had Lenny had a change of heart, but no, he was guiding Benny's hand and together they inserted six fingers into her, sometimes they worked in unison, six in, six out and when they lost the rhythm, three going in and three out, the sensation was incredible, they were also inadvertently making contact with her long lost clitoris. She had a series of orgasms each growing less until her body relaxed and she sank back on the bed, thoroughly sated, even with six fingers exploring inside her.
What the hell happened there she thought, how is this going to end, she didn't have to wonder for long.
Lenny removed his fingers and Benny followed suit, she still had her arms around them, pinned to the bed. Lenny raised himself, she sensed rather than saw he was taking his penis out, 'hold mom's legs up Benny,' he ordered.
Penny didn't know what to say, argue that this was wrong?
Lenny got on top of her, he could see she was apprehensive, normally so dominant, she was speechless.
'You know it's only fair,' he said, staring into her wide-open eyes, she gave a slight nod of agreement and that was enough. Lenny went straight inside her, it was a surprise, over a year without a penis and yet it slid in, quick and easy. "I suppose six fingers helped" she thought.
Lenny knew she'd orgasmed but nevertheless tried to provide another for her, her legs waving in the air,
Benny looked on bewildered at the speed of events, nursing his erection.
Lenny did his best to get as far up her as he could, coming copiously, the first sex with a woman in over two weeks. Thrusting, 'oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming,' finally emptied of cum he reluctantly and slowly pulled out.
He looked at Benny, 'have a go, sloppy seconds, nice and wet, and warm, add some more.'
Benny looked at his mother, letting go of her legs, 'you've got to Benny,' she instructed, she had to treat them both the same, she took hold of his penis.
Benny took his brother's place, he too, got it up, at the first time, her response told him she was enjoying this, he took his time, watching her move her head from side to side, eyes closed, frowning, then he too released his cum, between them they made a considerable amount of noise, finally subsiding into heavy breathing, gasps and gulps of air.
