Tit Lover

"Emmy!" my wife Gabrielle called as she opened the door wide to see her sister, her husband Jacob, and their 2-month-old daughter Susanna. Susanna was nestled in Emmanuelle's arms, pressed against her large breasts. Emmanuelle had always had large breasts, but it seemed that child birth had taken them up to the next level. I was sure she was wearing a bra, but it didn't seem to keep them from bouncing wonderfully with every step she took.

"Hi Gabs!" Emmanuelle said, hugging and kissing her sister. She shuffled the few steps to me and I hugged her, too. "Hi Vince!" she said as we kissed each other on the cheek.

"Oh my God! She's so beautiful!" Gabrielle cooed over the baby, lightly touching her face and head while I shook Jacob's hand.

"How's life treating you?" I asked, leading everyone into the living room.

Jacob smiled. "I'm getting by... beautiful baby, beautiful wife, and a great job. What could be better?"

Gabby took Susanna from Emmanuelle and held her while everyone was sitting down. All attention was on the baby, but I couldn't help but glance at Emmanuelle's breasts again and again. They were incredible! She was an incredibly sexy woman! I remembered the many times I watched her in a bathing suit when I was just dating my wife. I remembered masturbating to that image time and time again, thinking about pulling her bikini top off and rubbing suntan lotion into those marvelous globes. As I was imagining what she looked like naked, I shrunk back a bit in shame when I realized that Emmanuelle saw me. And she giggled a little that she caught me. She obviously loved that she caught me.

"So, how long are you guys staying?" Gabrielle asked, still rocking Susanna.

"A week, if that's ok. Jacob has to be back to work next Monday."

A week! A week of pure torture for me!

"That'll work out just perfect. We both took off a few days this week, so we'll get to visit a lot. And you get to rest and relax too. Of course," Gabrielle said, smiling at Jacob, "that means you have to help me with my flower garden."

Jacob laughed. "I figured. I saw some of it when we pulled in. I think I can help a little."

He could afford to laugh. Working on landscaping was his job. And I'm sure he didn't get the chance to do it as much as he liked being the owner of his own company and all. He had an incredible talent for finding the right flowers to plant and making every plant healthy. I'm sure his own lawn looked impeccable.

"Maybe after dinner you can take a look and we can figure out how to fix it," Gabrielle laughed. "But I gotta warn you, it's a mess this year."

"Not that it's perfect every other year," I snickered, earning me a punch in the arm from Gabby.

"I don't hear you offering any suggestions," she scolded.

"I suggested that you shouldn't listen to me, didn't I! At least there's something green in there still," I laughed.

Susanna started stirring and then fussing.

"Oh, she's getting hungry," Gabrielle said, taking Susanna back into her arms. "I better feed her."

"Let's take your stuff up to the room and you can relax in there," Gabrielle offered. We all stood and I helped Jacob with the luggage, pulling it up the stairs to the spare bedroom. We set the suitcases aside while Emmanuelle got comfortable on the bed, sitting back against pillows she propped against the headboard and holding Susanna in her arms.

We walked out the door, leaving Emmanuelle to feed Susanna, and being the last person leaving, I couldn't help but steal a glance back. Emmanuelle was lifting her shirt up and releasing the cup of her bra. I could just see her bare breast, her huge nipple protruding, before Susanna took it into her mouth.

Embarrassed, I ducked out the doorway and went downstairs to join Gabby and Jacob. They had already started talking about the garden and before I knew it, they were going out the back door so that Jacob could look at the state of the flower garden.

I stood in the kitchen, just thinking about Emmanuelle and Susanna. I couldn't get the image out of my mind of Emmanuelle holding her breast for Susanna to take... of her little mouth latching onto that huge, protruding nipple and sucking on it. I shook my head to clear it, to try to stop having these ridiculous thoughts about my own sister-in-law, but I couldn't deny how much it turned me on. My cock was very hard in my shorts.

I somehow convinced myself that I had to go make sure that everything was ok with Emmanuelle and somehow found myself walking up the stairs. What surprised me the most, though, was how quietly I was doing it. I was walking on tip-toes, trying not to make any sound at all. I looked down at my hand on the railing and realized I was shaking. I was so excited, so scared, so exhilarated! I couldn't wait to steal another look!

I slowly crept to the door of the spare bedroom and peaked in, trying to keep myself concealed as much as I could. Inside, Emmanuelle was holding Susanna to her breast and her eyes were closed. She was panting and licking her lips, obviously turned on by Susanna sucking on her nipple. She adjusted a little, making Susanna fuss for a moment and then I saw her hand slide underneath her daughter, between her thighs as they parted slowly. Emmanuelle was masturbating!

My cock was throbbing so hard at this point. I thought for sure it was going to burst right through my shorts and I just stood there, staring, my mouth watering, wanting to taste her myself, wanting to feel those wonderful breasts in my face.

I don't know how long we were like that, but suddenly I heard Emmanuelle's sweet voice. "Mmmm," she moaned. She didn't move her hand from between her legs and, incredibly, I think her fingers were moving faster. My eyes locked with her's and I knew I was busted. Her eyes were half closed and by the little smirk on her face, I knew she liked that I was watching her.

I tried to recover, stepping fully into the doorway and mumbling. "Oh... I... I was... um... I was just making sure you were ok. Seeing if you needed anything."

Emmanuelle smiled and then bit her lower lip. "There are certain things I need," she whispered. "And the way you're looking at me helps. It's been a long time since anyone's looked at me like that."

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to say.

"Jacob and Gabs outside?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, checking out the flower gardens."

Emmanuelle lifted the sleeping Susanna away from her and slid to the side of the bed. Her top was still lifted above her breast and I got a really good view of it this time. It was so incredible the way it bounced as she moved. She moved to the travelling crib they brought, leaned over, and lay Susanna inside. When she stood, she smiled at me, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it completely off.

I turned my head, embarrassed. I knew I wasn't supposed to be looking at her, especially given the thoughts that I had. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"You can look," she said softly. "I like it when you look at me like that. Like I said, Jacob hasn't looked at me like that in a long time... nor even touched me." I turned back as she removed her bra, letting her large breasts free. I watched as her hands cradled and stroked them from underneath, lightly caressing her nipples.

I swallowed, the desire to be with her so strong right now. I knew it was wrong, but it was an overwhelming desire.

Emmanuelle moved back onto the side of the bed and continued to play with her breasts. "Mmmm... when you watch me like that I feel wanted... desired... and it makes me so hot."

I just stood there, my cock throbbing as I stared at her, transfixed on her breasts.

"You want me, don't you?" she asked. "You like looking at my tits."

I was dumbfounded, all the blood seemingly rushing out of my head and into my cock. I nervously nodded, not daring to voice my desire, even now.

"I don't know what it is about breastfeeding, but it feels so good. My nipples were sensitive before I had her, but now it's even worse. I get wet just walking around. Every move seems to make them move in my bra, teasing me. And when Susanna sucks on them... oh my God! My pussy gets so wet. Sometimes..." she said teasingly, letting her legs open again as her hand slid between her thighs. "Sometimes I just have to masturbate. But you know that. You watched me."

I was sure I was going to feint. My own sister-in-law was masturbating in front of me, almost completely naked. All I could do was just stand there and watch her, but that just seemed to turn her on more.

"Do you like watching me play with my pussy, Vince?" she asked. "Is your cock getting hard?"

I swallowed again, barely able to breathe and barely able to move. All I could do is feel how hard my cock was, how needy it was. I wanted to free it, to stroke it, to cum... but I couldn't.

I could hear Gabby and Jacob coming back into the house downstairs, talking about the flower gardens.

Emmanuelle's fingers moved faster and then she stopped, right on the edge of her orgasm, shaking a little. She stood and moved in front of me, holding her fingers up to my lips and nose. I could smell her scent, musky, and sweet. She twisted them in front of my face as she moved in very close to me. Her other hand grazed the front of my shorts, her fingertips sliding along the length of my erection.

I groaned, looking at her fingers shining in the light just an inch in front of my mouth, feeling her light touches on my cock.

"You want to taste me," she whispered. It wasn't a question... it was a statement that we both knew was true. "Open your mouth."

My mouth was actually watering as I slowly opened it for her, obeying her.

"Stick out your tongue," she ordered, smiling as I followed her every command. "Mmmm... taste me, Vince. Taste my wet pussy," she whispered, sliding her fingers along my tongue and then pushing them into my mouth to let me suck on them. She tasted so heavenly, sweet and tangy all at once.

Then she pulled them from me and sucked on them herself as she giggled a little bit. She moved to the bed and started dressing again as I, embarrassed and turned on as hell, turned and practically ran out of the room. So much for a guy in his 30's, right?

I slowed my dash as I reached the bottom of the stairs and heard Gabby and Jacob in the kitchen, talking about the garden.

"One of the flowers I've been looking at a lot lately," Jacob was saying, "are called PowWow Wild Berries. They're berry colored and are long stemmed. You can put them in the back of the garden to provide some depth and different levels, drawing the eye up to the front window. And they grow like 2 feet tall so they're ideal to cut for bouquets if you want."

Gabby was looking at Jacob's phone, looking at a picture of the flower he was talking about. "Wow... that's pretty," she said.

I was standing just outside the kitchen getting my breathing... and my erection... in order before I entered. "Oh, hi hun!" she smiled at me as I walked into the room.

"You guys find something to do?" I asked.

"Yeah! Jacob has some really great ideas. I think we're going to go to the nursery tonight after dinner and see if they have what we're looking for."

"Bishop's is more likely to have it, though," Jacob interrupted. "A little more expensive, but they have a larger selection."

"But they're on the other side of town," I said, hoping not to be left alone with Emmanuelle so soon.

"We'll see if Hannibal's has it first. If not, then we'll go to Bishop's." Gabby settled it by opening one of the kitchen cabinets and removing the pots.

I walked out of the kitchen as Jacob and Gabby continued their conversation and Gabby started cooking dinner. I sat in the living room thinking about what had happened and about where this was going to go. I mean, this was my sister-in-law. And she's staying the entire week.

My mind kept flashing to her looking at me, playing with herself. She was getting off on me watching her... on teasing me.

Dinner took about an hour to make and we all sat down comfortably in the dining room. I sat at the head of the table, with Gabby on one side and Emmanuelle and Jacob on the other side. Gabby had cooked up a wonderful chicken Parmesan dinner with spaghetti and had whipped up a salad. She was a really good cook.

I sat quiet during most of the dinner, lost in my own thoughts. I caught myself glancing at Emmanuelle several times and I had to remind myself to keep my eyes up. God, even covered her breasts were so tempting! I had a very difficult time looking her in the eye, though. Every time our eyes met, I was forced to look away. They were such a striking blue color, especially with her dark eye lashes and eye liner. Her look just screamed sex at me now.

After dinner, I moved into the living room and turned on the news. Gabby and Jacob left for the nursery and Emmanuelle went up to check on Susanna. Ten minutes after they left, I was idly listening to the latest political news when I Emmanuelle came downstairs again. At first, she sat on the edge of the couch, closest to me. Then after a few minutes, she sat back in the couch normally, just watching the TV with me.

I couldn't help but to keep glancing at her, though. I swear it was some sort of magnetism. I was shocked and instantly hard when I saw her hand idly playing with her breast moaning softly as if in pain. A few minutes later she finally spoke up.

"Vince... can you help me?"

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked... partly wanting to help, but partly scared what she had in mind after earlier today.

"I don't think Susanna is eating enough. My breasts are really achy and full." She was massaging her breasts, first over her t-shirt and then moved her hands under it as I watched, helplessly. "I was wondering if you'd... help," she said, with a naughty smile on her face, pulling her t-shirt up and over her bare tits. Her nipples were still hard and pointed, extending an inch from her breast.

"Wha... what do you want me to do? I can... uh... I can get your breast pump for you..." I stammered, standing.

She smiled at me. "I was hoping..." she said, taking her t-shirt off completely, "you'd suck on them."

I closed my eyes, blood leaving my brain again and flooding directly into my cock. "Suck... on them?"

"Mmm hmm," she said softly. "Just like a little baby. Just like the little, titty-licking baby you want to be for me." She stood and moved in front of my chair, extending her hands and taking mine. She pulled me until I was standing, right in front of her. So close her breasts were almost touching me already. "Come on... come over here..." she said, guiding me back to the couch. She turned me around and gently pushed, making me sit on one end of the couch, then she sat on the other end.

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards her, moving my entire body with it. "Come over here... just like that... perfect!" I was laying on my back, now, my head and shoulders in her lap. Her breasts were right above me, looming very large with her face right behind them. She grabbed her breast and angled it towards my lips and I instinctively clung to it and began sucking.

She sighed above me, releasing her breast to me and stroking my hair. The most wonderful and comforting sensation flooded my mouth with every suck... her warm milk. Along with her stroking my hair, I felt like a child again.

"That's right baby... that feels so good... so fucking good," she whispered. I felt her other hand on my stomach, making small circles, then slide even lower until it was on my erection. I felt her hand palm it inside my shorts and felt a surge of pleasure overwhelm me as my hips arched up into her palm.

I groaned but continued sucking as she teased me wonderfully. Then I felt her hand opening my pants, pulling the button and then pulling down the zipper. She fished my cock out from inside my underwear and began stroking it.

"Oooh, you're so hard," she moaned. "And so big."

I felt her hand sliding up and down my very hard shaft. God, I needed to cum! But all I could do was continue sucking, continue drinking all that she was offering me. She pulled her nipple away from me for a second, teasing me with it and then using her hand she squeezed it. I could feel her milk spraying my face and shirt haphazardly as she giggled. She was marking me as her's. Then she squirted milk into her hand and used that as lubricant on my cock.

I wanted her tit back in my mouth so badly. I lifted my head to try and grab it, but she pushed my head away.

"Uh uh, you're going to have to beg me for it." She held her nipple just an inch from my lips. "Just your tongue now... reach for it... that's it... reach for it... just a little bit more." I extended my tongue as far as I could, just trying to touch her nipple, but she held it just out of reach.

Then, giggling, she grabbed my head and smashed her tit into my face. Her nipple went into my mouth and I sucked it as the rest of her breast smashed into my nose, cheeks, and eyes and I couldn't breath. But I didn't care to... her nipple was more important to me than breathing.

I held on as long as I could before she pulled back again and let me breath. I must have looked a mess, because she just laughed at me, embarrassing me.

"You'd do anything for my tits, wouldn't you?", she laughed.

I moaned in approval, sucking even more and harder as she changed to her other breast. I felt the pleasure welling up inside me as her hand continued moving up and down my cock.

"Mmmm," she moaned, sensing my impending orgasm as my body twitched and turned. "Cum for me my little titty lover. That's right... cum for me... that's your reward for sucking on mommy's titties."

I couldn't hold back. I came. And I came hard. I could feel it exploding out of my body and could feel it landing on my shirt. I moaned loudly, losing her nipple from my mouth, as she kept stroking and stroking, forcing every drop of cum out of my body. She was laughing at me, at my total submission to her.

I couldn't believe how embarrassed I felt as she finally stopped and let me go. I stood, struggling to grab my pants that fell to my knees. My face and hair was wet with her milk and my shirt was a mess with both her milk and my cum. God, how was I ever going to explain this?

While she continued giggling, I ran upstairs, showered, and changed into fresh clothes. I had to be done before Gabrielle and Jacob got back. I ran my dirty clothes down to the wash room and threw them into the washer with other laundry that was laying in a pile nearby. As the machine started filling, I leaned down, my head in my hands, and began wondering how I was going to deal with this.

It was after 9:00 when Gabrielle and Jacob finally got back. They were talking about the new flowers and how the whole bed was going to be rearranged as they walked into the door. I finally came out of hiding... in my bedroom... and quickly moved downstairs to see them. Unfortunately, Emmanuelle was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with Jacob by her side.

"Hi hunny," Gabrielle said, giving me a quick kiss. She looked strangely at me for a moment. "Were you wearing another shirt before?"

I could almost hear Emmanuelle laughing at the question, wondering how I was going to get out of this one.

"I spilled stuff all over it and thought I'd just throw it in the wash," I said.

Gabrielle shook her head. "What did you spill now?"

I was nervous... I was caught red-handed and I was not very good at lying. "Uh... well... just a pop I was drinking. I got all sticky and stuff. Hey, did you guys find the flowers you were looking for?" I did my best to change the conversation. I had started sweating, hoping that Gabrielle wouldn't pry more.

Luckily Gabrielle took my bait and, along with Jacob, told us what they'd seen, what they'd purchased and how they were going to arrange the garden. I sighed in relief and started relaxing again. And it wasn't long before Emmanuelle excused herself to go to bed, then the rest of us.