Mature Nursing
 by kraignurser

I think about the great opportunities infants and babies have to be able to suckle at a breast by merely vocalizing to the mother or person nursing them. By watching that most wonderful sight you can see the contentment and relaxation on the faces of the children as they suckle the life giving nectar from the breast. It would be wonderful for breastfeeding to be a standard staple of everyday life for adults. Older women add a dimension to a nursing relationship. They have the maturity of either having had children and nursed previously or the experience of life itself and still have the maternal instinct which has grown and needs a release. A nursing relationship is ideal for these women. I am a very strong person and know who I am but I have always wanted to be "babied" by a mature woman who understands and can appreciate what allowing me to nurse at their breast would do for me. Whether the breast is lactating or not does not matter. The fact that I would be suckling and in a relaxation state is the point of the relationship. The nursing relationship would be like that of an infant or toddler. I would be able to nurse on demand, or the woman would be able to put me at the breast because she was full of milk and needed relief, or just wanted to be suckled. The woman would wear nursing accessible clothing, i.e. loose blouses, sweaters, nursing tops which are made for discreet nursing, nursing bras, or no bra if she preferred. I come home and "mama" is in the living room relaxing. I think what a lucky man I am to have her care and compassion. As I sit down next to her I ask her about her day and she mine. As we talk, I can't help notice the bulge of her industrial strength bra through the translucent material of her blouse. At the cleavage I can see the bulge of breast-flesh straining to escape from its confines near the top of the bra. We continue to chat and I lay back putting my head in her lap. I turn my head toward her chest and gently start to nuzzle her breasts. She takes this que from me and undoes the bottom few buttons of her blouse. With one hand she lifted the portion of blouse nearest my head to expose her industrial nursing bra. My mouth moves over the white material as I simulate opening my mouth and latching on. My tongue brushes the material at the point where her nipple seems to be trying to protrude. To my surprise the material is a tad moist. She has been on an induced lactation regimen and this is the first indication of any lactate. She smiles and nods affirmatively as she raises her hand to unhooked the top latch of the nursing flap. She draws the flap downward and with the one hand tucks the flap beneath her heaving breast while lifting and positioning the nipple close to my mouth. I draw my head back so I can more clearly see any lactate being secreted from the nipple. She smoothly moves her thumb from the top of her breast towards the nipple. As her thumb moves closer to the areola, and then over it, a semi-cloudy liquid forms at many of the nipple openings. As the fluid begins to accumulate and starts to move downward, I open my mouth and let my tongue gently drag across the areola from the bottom to the top, securing the lactate on my tongue and having my first taste of the result of her determination. It is nectar sweet and warm. I can't believe I am actually tasting the beginnings of mother's milk and the thought of what could be produced encourages me to open my mouth to its widest extent and latch on. My mouth engulfs most of her large areola while my tongue positions the nipple towards the top and back of my mouth. I start suckling and am conscious of my mouth using my tongue to slowly massage the areola/nipple area. I start at the bottom of areola using my tongue to try to draw the lactate up towards the nipple opening at the back of my mouth. In unison with the suction my widely latched on mouth has acquired I begin to draw the mother's milk into my mouth. There is not a lot but the little I am getting encourages me to suckle slightly more vigorously to stimulate more production of mother's milk. This vigorous suckling has caused mama to gently start to rock and move with my suckling. I can hear her start to softly whimper as her body moves back and forth. I can't help but to increase my suckling as I hear her whimpers of pleasure and know I am doing mama proud by suckling her the way she likes. I want mama to be proud of me and to always want me to suckle her. She strokes me and kisses my forehead, whispering her approval of my suckling. "Take mama's milk baby. Suck as much as you want", she says. The pleasures I feel from hearing that make me want to please her even more. I take my free hand and start to rub the non-suckled breast. I can feel the hard nipple through the bra material and as I suckle on one breast, I roll and knead the other nipple through the blouse and nursing bra. Mama's breathing has become heavier at this point. The bra on the side I am fondling is slowly becoming moist. I can only imagine that the strength of my suckling has cause a small let down of the other breast. I want to feel the breastflesh and I move my hand underneath her blouse. I fumble with the latch on the nursing flap, but mama wants my hand on her breast as much as I do and unbuttons her blouse so it is fully open. She reaches an unlatched the flap as I strain to watch the tit flesh explode from its release. Mama's breast hangs beautifully low across her waist. I am so vigorously nursing I do not notice that I am straining to breathe. Her mass of breast covers my nose a lot of the time as I turn my head to grasp for pockets of air. Mama's hand comes up to hold back the breast from my nose with two fingers. "There you go baby", she murmurs. Every time I nurse I am in heaven. I cannot believe mama lets me nurse like this. Anytime and everytime I have an urge to nurse I am able to position myself in such a way to gain access to either of mama's two huge breasts. "Suck mama's tit honey". "Take all of mama's milk. I'll make as much milk as I can for you". She continues to stroke me and entice me to suckle stronger. "Is mama's big boy getting enough", she asks? I can only nod to the affirmative, not wanting to upset the rhythm of my suckling as it is making mama softly moan in between her sweet words to me. My attention reverted back to my hand massaging mamas huge breast. I again rolled her erect nipple through my fingers and felt the slight wetness from the sweet milk which was being secreted. I love the feeling the sticky substance made as I play with her plump nipple, but since I had emptied the breast I was currently suckling, I wanted to be sure to taste her milk from the other breast. I released the latch I had on mama's breast. My vigorous suckling made her nipple quite enlarged though there was no pain. I shifted my weight down on her body, closer to the fresh breast. It seemed to be secreting slightly more milk than the other side and I was eager to put my lips around her succulent areola. I love the way mama gently guides her breast into my waiting mouth. As I latch on I get a squirt of mother's milk which rinses my mouth. As I draw the nipple deep into my mouth I can feel sprays of her sweet milk against the roof of my mouth. The nipple is situated in the familiar upper back portion of my mouth as I eagerly use my tongue to draw mama's milk. The taste is unbelievably sweet and I can't get enough as a feverishly nurse, knowing that all my suckling will increase the production amounts in the days and weeks to come. This is very emotional for me. To know we can give each other mutual pleasure causes my eyes to tear. The caring mama and I show each other, through this nursing relationship is uncanny. Mama is such a beautiful woman. I am so lucky to have found her and her unselfishness for the kindness she shows by allowing me to nurse from her breasts and her commitment to induce lactation. I love hearing her whimper and moan, knowing I am doing my part to bring her the exact pleasure she brings me. I will nurse her ANYTIME she needs me to and for as long as she wants me to. It is the least I can do for her unselfish devotion. There is a greater amount of milk in this breast than the previous one, so I am sure to continue to nurse well past the point that the milk stops flowing. I can't get enough of mama's milk and breast but know that nursing in moderation is best. I reluctantly release the breast from my mouth and look at mama with wanting eyes. I watch her as she recaptures her breasts in the massive bra she is wearing and buttons her blouse. The end of this nursing session is disheartening but the knowledge that I can nurse on demand keeps the smile on my face. I know that I will be able to approach her in an hour or two and and begin another nursing session. This next time it will be a more slightly comfortable reclined position as it will be bedtime and I will be nursing through the night. These are my favorite nursings as I get to suckle to sleep and then awake suckling at various periods throughout the night. :) END

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