Breastfeeding Me
by James

Emily and Jim, and Karen and I have been friends for a long time. Our families go to the park together with their children, celebrate holidays together, and only live a few miles from each other. Emily married Jim right out of high school and they have been married for 6 years, while Karen and I have been married 3 years.

One summer during our high school days, Emily and I dated a few times. One time, Emily had me over when her parents weren't home. We decided to watch "Happy Gilmore" together, and then headed into town. During the movie, it became evident that Emily was willing to get physical that afternoon. However, I did not take advantage of the situation, as I was nervous. After a few dates, we decided to go our separate ways. Neither of us had any regrets about this decision until a few years later.

The summer after we both graduated, Emily and I got a job working together. Emily was then engaged to Jim and I was single. We were both very happy, and the relationship between us was strictly friends, and neither of us wanted different. That summer, she and Jim got married, and I began dating Karen.

Several years passed as I went away to college, married Karen, and eventually graduated. Emily continued to work at the same place, while her husband was making his career. Emily and Jim had their first child while I was in college. Emily decided to stay home with the baby, and that was when my feelings for her changed.

It was a fall Friday afternoon, and Karen and I were driving back from our apartment at college to our parents' house for the weekend. Karen decided that we should stop by Emily and Jim's new home. We pulled into the driveway, walked onto the porch, and knocked on the door. Emily answered the door holding her 3-month old girl, and she was visibly frustrated. The baby was crying, and she said was nursing her when we came to the door. It was then that she sent my mind and hormones racing. She looked a lot better than the last time I had seen her. Her breasts had grown astronomically, but she still had a small frame. Emily looked fantastic! She was wearing a maroon shirt, one with hidden flaps on the sides for easy nursing access. I knew all about this, as I had a great interest in these sorts of things. She let us in and showed us around the house, but I don't remember anything she said, as my mind tried to picture her breastfeeding the baby.

Karen knew about my fantasies before this encounter, and she had role-played them with me several times. But, she really didn't like this role-play, so I didn't push it too often. I definitely didn't tell Karen my feelings for Emily that day, nor have I since then.

After I graduated from college, my wife and I moved back to where we grew up close our family, and, of course, close to Emily and Jim. After a year or so of renting a house, we finally purchased a home in October about 5 minutes from them. It was perfect in more ways than one. My wife had our first child, and he had just turned 1 when we moved into our new home. Karen breastfed him for about 6 months, but never let me taste any of her milk. It was OK with me, as we were still very sexually active.

We both agreed that she would stay at home and raise our children while I worked on my career. This gave us the flexibility that we both desired, and we enjoyed our lives very much. It was that flexibility that allowed my wife to spend 2 weeks in December vacationing with her family down south while I stayed home alone and worked. She had done the same thing the year before, but this was the first time she left me alone in our new home.

She had been gone a few days when I received a call from Jim.

"Hello," I answered.

"Matt, this is Jim. Emily and I would like to invite you over for dinner Sunday afternoon, with your wife being gone and all. Sound OK?"

"Sure," I said, "I could use a home-cooked meal. Two o'clock OK?"

"Sounds good," he said.

This excited me very much, as it always excited me to see Emily. She just had their second child, and looked better every time I saw her. Her breasts had gotten big again, and she didn't gain as much weight with her second child as she did with the first. Our relationship had become strange lately, as we often avoided conversation when we saw each other. I just thought it was because I always fantasized about her, and talking to her only made it worse. I could never read how she felt about me. She probably would never speak to me again if she knew the thoughts that I had about her. Regardless, I couldn't wait for Sunday.

I knocked on the door at 1:55 with much anticipation and nervousness. I had been with Emily and Jim many times, but not without my wife. Also, I knew Emily was breastfeeding, and merely the thought of that sent my mind racing.

"Hi Matt," Emily answered the door. "Come on in."

I walked in and handed her the pan of brownies I had made for dessert.

"Thank you," she said, and carried them into the kitchen. From the kitchen, she said, "Jim got called in to work; I guess it's just going to be me and you. Is that OK? I told Jim I was going to call you and let you know before you came over, but I forgot."

Are you kidding? Of course it was OK with me, I thought.

"Well, maybe I should go, with him being gone and all."

"Oh, I am sure he doesn't mind, besides, I could use the adult conversation."

"Alright, if you insist", I said smiling.

At her request, I sat down at the table and waited for her to set the food on the table. As she leaned over to set the tray of lasagna on the table, I took a glance down her shirt. She lifted her eyes, and I looked back down quickly. She was wearing a button-down short sleeve shirt, and appeared to also be wearing a nursing bra underneath. It appeared to be the one with a snap on each shoulder that opens the cups for easy access for the baby. Now my mind was racing as I began to fix my plate, and luckily, the table was hiding my erection.

During dinner, we made the usual chit-chat about our kids, work, houses, families, etc. I didn't eat much nor contribute much to the conversation, as all I could think about was maybe getting a glance down her shirt again. Just then, a cry came from the baby room.

"I guess the baby's up," she said, and ran upstairs to attend to him. She picked up the baby and brought him downstairs. "I think he just needs to be changed," she said, and proceeded to lay him on the living room floor to change his diaper. I watched her change him and thought about how lucky he was. She picked little Jimmy back up, sat on the couch, and began to soothe him to get him to quit crying.

"Why don't you come sit on the couch and watch some TV?"

"OK" I said and turned on the TV.

About 10 minutes passed by, and the baby was still crying. "I guess he's hungry. I'm sorry, but I have to feed him. Would you do me a favor and hold him for a second?"

"Um, sure," I said, taking the baby.

She then positioned herself on the couch, grabbed a blanket, and laid it on her shoulder covering her chest. She reached her hand under the blanket, and appeared to unsnap her shirt.

"OK," she said, "you can bring him to me now." I gave her the baby, and she laid him in her lap, put his head under the blanket, and began to nurse him. She tried to downplay the situation by not looking at the baby while he was breastfeeding, but I couldn't help taking glances over at her.

"Karen breastfed David, right?" she said.

"Yes, she did."

After a few moments of awkward pause, I noticed Emily was blushing as she was jostling with the baby. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I'm sorry," she said, and carried the baby upstairs.

While she was upstairs, my mind began wondering what was going on. I couldn't believe she was feeding him right here beside me, I thought. God, how I wanted to suck on those breasts for her. I went to the restroom down the hall to calm my nerves and to let my erection subside.

When I came out the restroom, she was sitting back on the couch. I sat down on the recliner on the other side of the living room. I noticed her squirming, and could tell that she was in some discomfort.

"Is everything OK?" I asked.

"Well, it's just that the baby is not eating enough, that's all"

"Oh, is that why you are in pain?"

"Yes, Jimmy just fell back asleep after I started nursing him. It's just frustrating, I guess."

"Oh", I said, starting to blush.

"What's wrong, Matt?" she asked.

"It's nothing, Emily, I should get going".

"Come on, we're good friends, tell me what's on your mind. Please?"

After some deliberation, I told her my innermost thoughts about her. After all, I had to know how she felt about me so I could quit fantasizing about her. Thinking about her was tearing me up inside.

"Well, I have been thinking about you a lot lately," I started.

"Oh?" she said quizzically.

"Yes, I have, and I think I should just lay it all out for you to get it off my chest."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"It all started a few years ago when Karen and I came over after you guys just moved in this house. Your daughter was just an infant then, and when we knocked on the door, we interrupted your nursing her."

"Yes, I remember", she said.

"Well, I have always fantasized about a woman breastfeeding me and treating me like a baby, and when you said you were nursing her that day, I could not get the thought of you out of my head. It had been a while since I had seen you at that point, and you looked amazing. I was very excited when you guys invited me over for dinner, because I thought I may get a chance to see you breastfeeding little Jimmy. Anyways, I am glad I finally got a chance to tell you how I feel."

I could see Emily was shocked to hear all of this. "Wow, I had no idea you had these thoughts about me. I'm very flattered. Honestly, I have had thoughts about you too. I noticed that when we see each other, we avoid talking. I have always been attracted to you physically, but I didn't think that you were. I never really wanted to stop dating you, but I knew that's what you wanted."

At that point, you could cut the tension with a knife.

"Well," she continued, "I will help you if you will help me. My breasts hurt really badly, and it sounds like you can help me get the excess milk out."

I couldn't believe what my ears had just heard.

"Yes, I can and would love to, but I am a little nervous. You'll have to tell me what to do," I said.

"Come over beside me on the couch and sit down," she said. I moved over beside her and waited for what was next. She looked into my eyes, and started slowly unbuttoning her shirt. With the undoing of each button, I could see more and more of her massive breasts, which were covered by the white nursing bra. When she got about ¾ of the way down her shirt, she said "OK, now lay down on my lap on this pillow". I turned my body and laid my head down into her lap and looked up into her chest.

"Is baby ready to nurse?" she whispered into my ear.

"Yes!" I said, very excited that she was playing into my fantasy.

She then opened her shirt, revealing that bra that I had been dreaming about for so long. Her breasts were popping out of the bra; she must have been a 40D. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and reached for the snap by her right shoulder, smiling as she looked at my eyes. She unclipped the bra, and slowly brought the flap down, uncovering the most beautiful breast I had ever seen. She then grabbed her breast, and directed her nipple towards my mouth.

"It's time to eat, baby. Now latch onto my breast and suck real good."

With that request, I was off. I latched onto her breast and sucked for a few seconds until the milk starting coming out. It tasted so good, and this moment was so sensual that I closed my eyes. Her breast was so full and hard, that some of the milk dribbled down my chin.

"Mmm", I moaned.

"Baby was so hungry, huh? Now you drink from mommy till all the milk is gone, OK baby."

"Yes, mommy," I answered as I took a short break from sucking. As I latched back on, I could tell she was enjoying it too as she made a few sounds.

I nursed from her right breast for I guess about 5 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. When there was none left, I unlatched from the breast.

"Mama, this one's dry, I think I need to nurse on the other one."

"OK, baby, hold on" she said.

She began to reposition herself, when I stopped her.

"Hold on. I have been such a good boy; may I unsnap the other side?"

"Yes you can, baby," she replied.

I sat up from her lap, swung my left leg around her body, and now was sitting in her lap facing her body. I unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way, and pulled it away from her body. Then, I slid the shirt off of her shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. The empty breast was now hanging out with the full breast still cupped by the nursing bra. I then reached my hand to unsnap the flap covering her left breast and slowly pulled it down. I went face first into her full breast and sucked some of the milk out.

"Baby, mama needs her bra off. You just lay down and mommy will take it off", she said.

"Mama, can I take it off for you?"

"Sure baby, but let mama take your shirt off." She pulled my shirt off and rubbed my chest and body with her hands.

I leaned forward and pressed my bare chest against hers and wrapped my arms around her. I found the hook, unfastened her bra, and pulled the straps forward off of her shoulders. She took the bra from me and tossed it on the couch. I laid back down in her lap, and began to drink the rest of her milk.

"Mmm, mama likes baby breastfeeding" she said as she rubbed my face with her hand. Then, she reached down and rubbed my stomach.

"This one's almost dry too," I said, "what should we do?"

"Follow me", she said, as we got up off the couch. She put her shirt on unbuttoned. With my head still spinning from the best 10 minutes of my life, she grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs.

As she led me down the hallway, we stopped at the baby's room. She opened the door and led me over by the changing table.

"Come on, it's time to put a diaper on baby. Now get up on the table."

Without hesitation, I hopped up on the changing table. This was a little difficult as the table was only about 3 feet long. The table was topped with a pad, and I laid down on my back on the pad. She reached down and grabbed a diaper and began to unfold it. She leaned over me and removed my shorts and underwear.

"Spread your legs", she said, "I've got to put a clean diaper on you".

I spread my legs and rested them on her shoulders as she prepared the diaper.

"Lift your bottom, baby" she said. She then put the diaper under my butt. She pushed my hips against the pad as she pulled the diaper over my penis. "I have a couple of special diapers that I keep for special occasions like this. They are big enough for adults, but have the sticky tabs like baby diapers. I also cut a hole in the middle for your penis."

She pressed the diaper against my hips, and pulled the diaper tight by fastening the sticky tabs. "Baby's all done. Now you have a clean diaper."

"Thank you mommy", I said and hopped off the table.

"Now, let's go to the bed", Emily said, and led me into her bedroom. "Mama needs to finish nursing you".

I laid down on the bed on my side, and she laid on her side next to me. She pulled back her shirt again, and I latched on to her breast.

"Finish nursing and mommy will play with you." I nodded as I was enjoying Emily's big mommy breasts. She reached down and played with my cock as I breastfed.

"OK, I think we are done nursing", she said.

"Thank you, mama. Don't hesitate to invite me over for supper."

Breastfeeding Me - Part II
 

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