Authors Note: All characters engaging in any sexual activity are over the age of 18 years.
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Recently I have encountered a huge problem. It has taken over my life, interfering with every little thing I do. I couldn't even drink a cup of coffee without getting bothered by it. I have become obsessed with breast milk. And it's not the scientific, research kind of way. It is in the worst possible way, the sexual way. I have become obsessed, absolutely sexually obsessed with breast milk.
I couldn't get the image of dripping milk from the tip of puffed up nipples out of mind. The thin jets of milk spraying out of them, the thick drops of milk hanging at the edge of a chewed up nipple, streams of milk oozing out of soft, succulent pair of tits. These are the things that I'll be imagining during the day
and
the night. And it's not just limited to that. All day I'm picturing myself sucking at the tits of women, drinking from them, cajoling the milk out of them, licking the droplets of milk from all around the areola.
It has gotten even worse in the last week or so.
I'll be walking down the street and some woman may happen to pass by me. And the next thing I know I'm standing there in the middle of the street, my tongue hanging out, staring at her tits, sucking them, licking them, drinking the milk from them, lost in the fantasy world.
I'll be picking up my latte. And the next thing I know I'm standing there in the middle of Starbucks, my eyes fixed at the tits of the nice barista girl, drinking the milk from her left breast while she pours her milk in my coffee from her right one, lost in the fantasy world.
I'll be sitting in my office, looking at some files when my secretary, Mrs. Smith, walks in to remind me about some meeting. And the next thing I know I'm sitting there in the middle of day, getting my head cradled in her lap while sucking her teats, as drops of milk are getting saturated under my nose forming a false moustache, getting my dick pumped as she douses it with her milk to function as lube, lost in the fantasy world.
You get the picture.
Lately, I am starting to think that the women know. Obviously they know that I am gawking at them, more specifically ogling at their tits. But no, I'm not talking about that. I think they know that I'm imagining myself drinking their milk. There is no reason for my hypothesis, but I think I'm right.
Just the other day, Mrs. Smith smiled at me funny when she caught me ogling her tits, her lactating tits. It was as if she knew what was running through my mind. It was... spooky. From that day onwards she has been wearing low cut blouses and there's this look she gives me when no one else is watching. I'm quite sure she even made a gesture of dripping milk once when we were the only two people left in the office, but it could be my mind playing tricks on me.
But I'm constantly on edge because of it. First is the fear of getting exposed as some lactation obsessed freak, and the second is that I don't think I can hold out for much longer before it takes over my life. I'm afraid I may just impregnate someone just so I could drink her milk afterwards.
If only my mom hadn't sent me that picture of her. Everything would be fine. I would just be a normal guy, who has a slight breast fetish and that's all. But now I have turned into some lactation crazy pervert on a downward spiral who can't go a second without thinking about milk.
You guessed it.
Like any other sexual issue, it all started with my mother. More specifically it started when my mother sent me a photo of her.
She had just returned home after shopping for some new outfits with my sister and sent me a pic of herself trying out one of them. Honestly she looked very nice in it, much sexier than in any of the old things she usually chose for herself. But the problem wasn't that she looked sexy or that I could feel a little tingle in my dick when I looked at her. The problem was my sister. I don't know if she realized it or not but my sister was visible in the background.
At first I couldn't believe my eyes.
There she was. My sister. My sister with her two year old daughter. My sister feeding her two year old daughter. My sister with her tits hanging out in the open. My sister with her right tit getting sucked on while a clear line of milk running down her left tit.
I was lost to the world after that. I didn't know what came over me but I just had to rub one out before I could even make sense of what just happened right then. It was a shock to my system. I had never ever thought about my sister that way.
My mom, sure.
But never my sister.
It was truly odd in some sense as she looked much the same as our mother. Growing up my mom was always a feature in my fantasies. It's understandable given that she raised us a single mother and always spoiled us a little bit more than what would be called as normal. So we were a close knit family and as it was bound to happen I developed a crush on her. I think she knows about it but we never made a big deal about it or discussed it in any form. My sister on the other hand was much more like a brother. She's two year older than me and likes to act as if it makes such a difference. It bothered me when we were kids as I had to listen to her just because she was the elder between the two of us but now I'm okay with it.
There are other advantages that come with being the youngest.
We were exceptionally close when we were kids, still are, but that just worked as some sort of barrier when it came to sexual things though. Like I could tell her about any and all the girls I was currently interested in, apart from mom of course, but there was never a time when I thought about her as a romantic interest. I think it's got something to do with how she used to be a tomboy, quick to pick fights, quick to brave dangers.
But anyway, as I was saying I never saw her in that way. So it was quite odd that the image of her feeding my niece had such a profound impact on me. I didn't think much of it at that time though. Cause I had a date with Nicole that night, I much more focused on getting some pussy. The real problem started after that night.
The date had gone well and I was back at her place. We were getting into it. And I guess, knowingly or unknowingly, I was paying much more than the usual attention to her tits. Like I have always been a breast man, and it was the main thing why I had started dating Nicole. But I was really giving it to her that night. Sucking her tits, licking them, mauling them, I did it all. And it was then that she made a comment.
"You know, no matter how much you try, milk won't come out of them."
She laughed at her own little joke. But what she didn't know at the time was this little comment of hers would spell the end of our relationship. That innocuous little comment of hers had started the cycle that which I'm currently trying to get out of. I didn't make much of it that night. But the next morning while I was sitting in my office, it kept coming back to me. It was stuck in my head. So when I returned home the first thing I did was to search everything and anything about breast milk. And gradually I descended into the world of porn. I lost track of time as I watched one video after another and filled up one tissue after another.
During the week that followed, as I got more and more obsessed with breast milk and lactating women I got more and more enthusiastic in my pursuit of coaxing a drop, just a single drop, of milk from Nicole's tits.
I know it is extremely unlikely, but it doesn't hurt to try does it?
That's what I thought but Nicole clearly didn't. Because it was only a couple of days later that she broke up with me.
"I can't do this anymore. You are obsessed and sick."
She said before she left my house. It was just as well. The relationship had run its course. I still suspect that it was just a convenient excuse for her. I went on few dates after that but nothing worked out as I got too worked up too soon and scared the women away. After the fourth failed one I understood that Nicole was right in one thing she said. That I was sick, I am sick.
So why didn't I go to a psychiatrist you may ask.
I would have if it was an option.
You see,
