My Nursing Aunt Needed Help

No sexual involvement with a person under 18 years old is mentioned.

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My mother has a sister, Mila, who is 5 years younger. As a young boy, I remembered her as a warm, smiley woman who I enjoyed visiting. Despite my mother's insistence, when we visited her and her husband, Mila managed to sneak candies to me.

My fondest memory is from something that happened when I was 8. Mila just had a baby and Mom urged us to spend a few days and help. While Mom and Dad did most of the work, I was asked to stay with Mila, bring new diapers when needed, help washing the baby, and attend to all her needs. Several times a day, she nursed the baby. Most times, she did it in her bedroom, but once she elected to do it in the living room by the window. I was fascinated by her doing: Watching the baby milking her breasts with Mom's eyes lovingly inspecting her baby's red face got imprinted in my mind and stayed there for years to come.

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Fast forward 12 years.

Mila's husband died 6 years ago in a fatal car accident. For a few years, her girl, Lara, who was now 12 and about to start high school, was her only joy. We tried to visit twice a year, but the flights between Portland, Oregon, and Savannah, Georgia, were long, involved at least one stop, and the duration was never less than 6.5 hours.

Two years ago, Mila met an army captain and they clicked together. They married 3 months later. My parents and I attended the wedding. Mila was radiant. I danced with her once and apologized I didn't visit often enough. For a while, the couple was very happy together. However, 8 months ago, her husband, George, was shipped to the Middle East for an undetermined time.

About a month after his deployment, Mila discovered that she was pregnant. She pleaded with her husband to quit the army, return home, and look for work in the police or security service. He replied that if he stayed in the Middle East, he would get a promotion to a major with a pay hike. To cut it short: He chose to stay abroad. When Dan, his son, was born, the now major got a month's vacation, which was considered generous, though Mila was still unhappy. After a month of helping at home, Mila's husband flew to Iraq again, promising to write and call whenever he would get a chance.

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I was now 20 years old sophomore college student. Mila delivered her baby when I had my finals, and I could not attend the celebration. I planned to visit during the summer vacation.

As it happened, Mila's husband left a week after our vacation started. I found out about it from Mom. She called me and said, "Carson, Mila's husband left and will have to be away for quite some time. Can you spare some vacation days to help my sister?"

"Of course, Mom. I scheduled nothing in particular. I haven't seen the baby yet, and I owe aunt Mila a visit, so I'll be happy to help for a week or two."

The following day, I flew to Savannah.

Mila opened the door for me. After not seeing her for 3 years, she looked shorter and slightly fuller. Her face was still cute as ever, and her million dollar smile warmed me.

She tiptoed to kiss my cheek and said, "Carson, I cannot believe it's really you. You turned up to be a heart throb. I am sure young girls go gaga over you."

I grinned, "Auntie, you exaggerate, but thank you. And you are lovely as ever."

"Liar," she chimed, "I am older, fatter, and grumpier."

"We'll see about that. I am here to help the best I can. But first, where is my new cousin?"

"I just fed him and he's asleep. Let's go to the kitchen, have coffee, and talk. I have missed you for too long and wish to know your plans for the future."

I joked, "You broke my heart by marrying again, so while in college, I went out with a couple of spring chickens, but now I am free again. On a more serious note, I wish to become an engineer and live somewhere on the east coast."

"Great. It means you'll be closer."

"Mila, enough about me. Tell me about your life."

"My older daughter, Lara, is now almost 13. She is now at summer camp and later will start high school. She is doing fantastic, and I am very proud of her." She had a bitter smile, "But my husband decided his true love was the army, so as his faraway mistress, my life is not easy, especially since baby Dan was born."

I hugged her, "Mila, for awhile, I'll try to be the man of the house and do everything around here. Tell me what you want me to start with, otherwise, I'll check around and do what I feel is necessary."

Mila grinned, "My big nephew is ready for a new role. Let's finish the coffee, and I'd like you to go shopping for some needed supplies. There is a Kroger's about 3 blocks away. Take my car and bring the stuff I put here in the list. Of course, if YOU want something else as well, bring it too. Have my credit card and also my wallet, just in case."

Not wanting to screw up, I made Mila explain to me in detail what everything was. And when I was in the big store, I called her again to be sure I brought the right stuff. I returned, helped Mila put everything in the right place, and asked if anything else was urgent.

She laughed, "You just arrived after a long flight, and did the shopping for me. Why don't you rest for a while?"

She hardly finished the sentence, and I heard little Dan's cry.

Mila said, "It's time for his next meal." She brought the tiny thing, and I looked curiously at the new addition to the family. He was now slightly over a month old with brownish hair, chubby cheeks, and soft skin. I said, "He is cute. Almost like you..."

Mila giggled, "When he grows up, I'll tell him you said that."

And then, she sat in the living room on the sofa, opened her blouse, lowered the left side of her massive bra, exposed a round breast, and helped the baby latch to her dark brown nipple.

I stood there, mesmerized by the sight of Mila nursing baby Dan. It was beautiful and erotic at the same time. The memory of baby Lara milking her mother 13 years earlier came back to me. I just stood there, staring unabashedly at them.

Mila chuckled, "You like seeing me feeding Danny? He is usually hungry every 3 hours or so, but my tits fill more than he needs, and I pump the rest to a bottle. When my husband was here, he donated the extra to a food bank nearby."

I mumbled, "I wonder how it tastes..."

Mila giggled, "There are 3 full bottles in the fridge. Warm one of them and try."

I did as she suggested. It was thicker, slightly oilier, and sweeter than a cow milk. I loved it!

I returned to the living room and told Mila it was very tasty. She laughed. Later, I learned how to change the baby and helped her wash him. When the baby went to sleep, I sat with Mila on the loveseat and watched pictures of Lara growing up. She looked so much like her mother...

At 10 pm I went to sleep. I had a dream where both Baby Danny and I were nursed by Mila. I woke up sweaty, attempting to understand the bizarre dream.

...

The next day, after freshening up, shaving, and showering, I saw Mila again nursing her baby. My eyes got glued to her full tit with Danny's lips hungrily suckle on the nipple. Mila glanced at me, "Honey, you seem to like watching me feeding my son, aren't you?"

I stuttered, "Yoou two loook so awesome together iin this pose... Anyway, I'll graab a sandwich and start wooorking outside."

"Wait. Once Danny finishes, he'll go to sleep. I'll make eggs with bacon, toast, orange juice, and coffee for both of us."

"I have a better idea; you continue nursing and I'll make breakfast for both of us. Would you like 2 scrambled eggs? What bread you prefer? How do you drink your coffee?"

Mila laughed, "Carson, honey, you just arrived, and you are ready to spoil me. Be careful, I'll keep you here and never let you go back home."

I grinned, "Sounds good to me, but you didn't answer my questions yet."

"Scrambled eggs with sourdough bread, 3/4 cup regular coffee with a single Splenda and a touch of milk, cow milk, will be fine. Thank you. What will you take?"

"I'll have the same, but instead of cow milk, I'll pour some of yours from a bottle in the fridge."

For a split second, she looked strangely at me, but then smiled, "Good deal."

I prepared breakfast, and was ready at the same time Danny was done too. Mila and I ate, and I inquired if she'd rather I start working on a particular task before others, or if she wanted me to choose the order myself.

Mila blurted, "These days, I am fully committed to indoor stuff. Outside, you can do whatever you think necessary, but don't work too hard. I don't want you to tire yourself doing things that are not that important."

After breakfast, I operated the self propelled lawnmower and began cutting the grass. I didn't realize how hot it would be early in the morning in Savannah. I removed my T shirt, and continued mowing topless. As I came close to the house, all sweaty, I noticed Mila checking me from the bedroom window. Her eyes were directed at my hairy, glistening chest. I continued for another half an hour and then entered the house to have a cold drink before continuing.

Mila poured cold lemonade for me and said, "Honey, you turned out to be a great specimen. Your muscles are bulging as if you worked in the fields all your life."

"During the year, after my classes, twice a week, I went to a health club, lifted weights, and did aerobic training."

She mumbled, "You look amazing..."

I smirked, "Be careful auntie, I may take it seriously." She remained quiet.

After finishing the drink, I returned to complete working on the lawn, seeing Mila again ogling me through her window. It felt good to know she found my body to her liking. After taking another shower and helping her with the baby, we sat to watch a movie on TV. About 1/2 an hour into the movie, Mila's eyes closed, and slowly her head shifted toward my shoulder. She must have been very exhausted after waking up a couple of times during the night to feed Danny.

I placed my arm around her shoulder and inspected her. Her face had a couple of wrinkles, but still very cute, with full lips and a small, straight nose. Her huge boobs were covered by a special blouse. I could see that there were a couple of stains in the nipple areas. She was right: Her mammaries overproduced milk. Suddenly, I had the urge to suck on her tits like baby Danny... I smiled to myself; dream on man, it will never happen!

She woke up 20 minutes later, noticed my arm around her, and chortled, "Sorry, Carson. I guess I was more tired than I thought."

I grinned, "Mila, it was my pleasure to offer my shoulder to my favorite girl."

She kissed my cheek, and I saw tears in her eyes, "Honey, you are so sweet." Next, she went to her bedroom, and I did the same. I slept like a log, likely due to working a lot in the sun.

...

I woke up early and noted that both Mila and Danny were in their respective rooms, with the house very quiet. I assumed they just finished and needed rest. I wore my shorts and silently went outside. I emptied the garage of the car, garbage cans, and different garden tools, and cleaned it thoroughly. Next, I placed everything back in good order. I finished at 10 am, profusely wet.

I went inside and saw Mila in the kitchen. Her eyes explored my body, and she smiled, "Carson, you work too hard. I appreciate your dedication, but please, take your time and don't rush it. I'd rather enjoy your company and get your help IN the house than see you break your back attempting to do too much."

I smiled, "Auntie, in Portland, I exercise routinely. Here, I use the work as my exercise. Don't worry, my back will be all right."

"Honey, I see your terrific body and I agree you look to be in great shape, but still, take it easy."

Danny's cry interrupted our chat. Mila lifted the baby. On her way to the living room, she opened the right side of her blouse, lifted the bra and exposed her swollen tit. I ogled it and felt my penis stirred. I'd love to touch it...

I asked Mila if she needed me. She said, "Later perhaps. I am good now."

I grabbed a sandwich with orange juice and went outside. In order to distract myself, I ate it on the porch and then started working on the small vegetable garden, which was in shambles. It was obvious nobody had touched it in a long time. There were small peppers, tomatoes, radishes, and lettuce. However, in between, there were nasty weeds and even an ant nest. I removed the weeds one by one, dug the ant nest, and filled the hole with new topsoil. Next, I watered it.

By now the air was hot with the temperature almost 90 degrees. I headed to the house, seeing Mila watching me again from her bedroom window. I waved my hand at her. She blushed, and her face disappeared. I entered, opened the fridge, poured a large glass of cold lemonade, and chugged it. It felt wonderful, but it made me sweat even more.

I told Mila I was going to shower. Standing under the cold water was refreshing, and did I not think Mila might need me, I could have stayed there for much longer.

As I dried up, I realized I forgot to bring new clothes. I tied the towel around my waist and came out. Danny was suckling again. I stopped by the sofa and watched them. Then, Mila chose to let the baby use the other breast. She disconnected him from the left one, exposed her right one, let Danny's lips attach to this tit, and left the other one uncovered. My eyes focused on her perfect bare tit and my dick started engorging. Watching them was like staring at an artistic display of a highly erotic scene. Watching Mila's massive breast in all its glory was arousing, and soon my erection could be easily recognized, as the front of the towel created a giant tent.

Mila's eyes did not miss my predicament. She smiled, "You like ogling my udders, don't you?"

I stuttered, "Soorry, I didn't meean to beee a voyeur..."

"Honey, I am not upset at you. I just wonder how come such a young handsome guy does not have a girlfriend."

"I had one until about a month ago, but then her family moved to Texas and we separated. Mila, I was thinking of cleaning the jacuzzi in the yard, and later in the evening, enjoying it."

"Making sure it works and cleaning it is a good idea, but why rush? Rest and relax. You've done so much already that I feel I owe you a lot. Your birthday is coming soon. How can I repay you? Anything I can buy for you to make you happy?"

"Mila, I don't want you to spend your money on me."

"Look, I feel guilty that you waste your precious vacation time here rather than enjoying it with your friends. I'd feel much better if I knew I could do something for you too."

I hesitated, and she saw it on my face, "What is it?"

"I can't. You'll hate me for even mentioning it..."

"Carson, are you out of your mind? How can I hate my favorite nephew?"

"Because it's... inappropriate."

"Carson, I don't get what you are trying to say, and I am getting very curious."

"Do you promise that if you refuse my wish, it will never leave this room and you won't hold it against me?"

"But of course. What is it?"

"You saaid that your breasts prooduce too much milk for Daanny. I have aan urge to also suuuckle on your breast..."

She grinned, "This morning, when I opened the fridge, I saw that there was only a single bottle of my pumped milk. You must have drunk 2 bottles since you came."

My face was flushed, "Guilty as charged."

She eyed me, "You wish to drink more milk or... suckle?"

"The second option..."

Mila giggled, "So now I'll suckle a tiny baby and a big baby?" I stayed mum.

Danny finished and fell asleep on his Mom's chest. She didn't cover it and gazed at me. I was blushing, and the bulge in my front grew further.

She mumbled, "Let me burp Danny, put him to sleep, and we'll continue talking. In the meantime, you'd better dress up before the towel rips."

I put on shorts and sat down on the sofa, waiting to hear her chastise me for my perverted request. Mila returned 10 minutes later, wearing a long robe. She sat by me and asked, "Carson, I have to ask you; does it have to do with my milk or... my tits?"

"Both."

"I saw you checking out my fat breasts, but I didn't think you found them attractive. They are too big and much too full."

"I find your milk-filled tits very pretty and... highly sexy."

She glanced at my groin, winked at me, and blurted, "I know what you mean, but why? Girls your age have perkier boobs that are much nicer."

"With all due respect, I beg to differ. Yours are the prettiest I've ever seen, and milking them is a fantasy of mine. Look, I understand I crossed the line. Just forget it."

Mila gave me a strange look and muttered, "Honey, if this is really something you crave, I'll let you do it."

I whispered, "Mila, I love you..." She didn't respond, but pushed the upper part of her robe sideways, and it fell to her waist. Her heavy tits got exposed with both nipples sagging somewhat. My cock jolted in my pants as my eyes got transfixed by the view.

She watched my eyes and didn't move.

With trembling palm, I cupped her closest boob, bent my head and latched to her nipple. It was wet with a drop of milk leaking from it. I sucked on it lightly and got rewarded with a stream of thick milk. I swallowed it greedily, feeling my organ continue to stiffen. I liked her milk, and loved milking her tit. I kneaded it gently and heard her murmur, "Big boy, your play with my breast begins to arouse me too..."

I continued suckling and gingerly kneaded both tits. I heard her breathing turn shallow and fast, and then Mila moaned softly. Her eyes were closed. I so much wanted to go further, but didn't dare... After another couple of minutes, I stopped and sat up. Mila's face was crimson red, and her pulse was very rapid.

I waited for her to open her eyes. She glanced at my groin, saw the huge tent, and then examined my eyes. She mumbled in a husky voice, "Honey, was it all you wanted, or your wish is to get paid this way every evening?..."

"If suckling every evening is an option, I'll do ANYTHING for you."

"Honey, do you realize we are playing with fire here?"

"I don't care. I love your amazing tits, and knowing you agree to allow me to play with them blows my mind!"

"I saw the effect on your... body, but I wonder if you understood that my body felt the same. Continuing this game may lead to more than you might think..."

"Mila, I'll abide by YOUR wish. If you think I overstepped a boundary, I'll never mention it again. I just want to tell you that what we just did was the best experience of my life. Thank you."

...

The next morning, when I left my room, Mila was holding Danny in her arms and playing with him after he finished eating. They looked so loving; It was nice to see. I skipped breakfast and went to fix the back door, which was loose for quite some time. I needed to buy some screws and nails and asked Mila if she wanted something from The Home Depot. She suggested that I also buy magic glue and insect killer. The local store was enormous, and it took a long time to find everything I was looking for. I returned 2 hours later.

Mila chuckled, saying she thought I ran away with her car and credit card. I faked being upset and said, "You owe me breakfast for suspecting my motives." She grinned, and we ate breakfast together. We didn't talk and only sneaked glimpses at each other a few times.

After the meal, I worked on the door, sprayed the insect repellent/killer outside the house and then entered. I showered, and when I came out, Mila was again feeding Danny. I stood near mother and baby, wearing my shorts, and glanced shamelessly at my favorite sight.

Mila watched my eyes and muttered, "Is my BIG baby in the mood to suckle too?"