I
hear a knock at my door and I get up to greet my
friend – a very special l man I have known for
many years. I welcome him in with a big
hug – it took him at least an hour to get to
my house and the drive was tiring. He
walks past me into my living room, then turns
and gives me that familiar look that says,
“baby wants his mama”, and I smile.
I’m always happy to play this role:
he’s my ‘baby’ and I’m his ‘mama’.
When he was a baby, his Mother pushed him away
from her breast much too soon and I have never
had any children of my own to nurse. Now
as his mama, I’m always waiting with loving
arms and a comforting bosom that belong only to
him – we’ve worked together to stimulate my
milk production and I use a pump to keep my
breasts full of milk for him. He drops to
his knees before me and I help him to remove his
clothing. He loves to be naked when he’s
with me. He lets me know how far he wants
to go each time: a warm mama/baby session
or the deeper experience of shedding his adult
persona from the outside world. He trusts
me to gently and safely guide him to a blissful
regression state – a powerful ritual that I
love and crave as much as he does.
Sometimes
I take off all of his clothes but this time we
leave his underwear on and we go into the living
room. He lies down on the soft rug and I
give him a massage – it relaxes him and helps
him to shut down his brain-centered adult self
and return to a simpler state. I leave him
to rest on the floor with his eyes closed and I
go to the sofa and read my book. I can
feel the beginning of the tell-tale ache in my
breasts but I wait – he’ll be asking me to
breastfeed him soon enough. I know he’ll
come to me when he’s ready and I let him take
his time.
After
a while, he comes over to the sofa and sits
beside me – my ‘baby’ is ready for a
feeding. I help him settle in my lap with
a big soft pillow under his head – sometimes I
put a blanket around him so he’s warm and cozy.
I position my body so I can cradle him close in
my arms with his head nestled just beneath my
full, succulent breasts. He gazes up at me
as I adjust my clothing and begin to unfasten
the buttons of my blouse – he knows what’s
coming next. He stares intently at the
generous curves of my bosom and I can feel my
milk coming in; my breasts becoming engorged.
I pull the fabric of my blouse to the side and
reach to unhook my nursing bra. I pull the
bra-flap down, exposing my heavy, round, milky
breast – the breast is so soft and white and
the nipple is dark and distended; already
dripping with milk (the sound of his voice
always makes my milk let down and my nipples
ache to be sucked). There’s a big smile
on his face – he loves to see my firm, naked,
milk-filled breast with the dark rosy nipple and
he knows it’s all for him!
I
cradle him close to me, then clasp my breast and
push the nipple into his waiting, open mouth.
He eagerly latches on right away and impatiently
starts to suck – he has always had such a
strong suck. I love the warm, insistent
strokes of his tongue against my turgid nipple
– he naturally knows how to suck to get a
strong flow of milk from my breast. The
milk gushes at first and he makes little gulping
sounds, until he finds the right rhythm.
His vigorous sucking is already bringing relief
to my painfully engorged breasts as he eases the
pressure of the milk. I adjust the breast
to make sure he’s well latched on to keep the
milk flowing and then we both settle in for a
long, loving suckle. I stroke his hair,
kiss his face and sing lullabies as he suckles
– it’s a wonderful contented feeling.
After he has drunk all the milk from one breast,
I move him over to the other side – releasing
the other breast and nipple for him to suck.
He’s a hungry baby! He likes to play
with the “dry” breast while he sucks the
milk-full breast and I usually let him – he
loves how soft my breasts feel in his hand.
He also loves to suckle for comfort after the
milk is gone – we both enjoy this mama-baby
time together and I let him suckle as long as he
likes. Once in a while he dozes off and
sometimes he just holds the nipple in his mouth
as we gaze into each others eyes, and then he
starts to suck again. I love the feeling
of him suckling at my breast. We have a
very strong bond that can never be broken.
Then
while he suckles, I gently reach down inside his
underwear and find his hard penis pressing up
against his belly. I wrap my fingers
around his cock and start to squeeze it and
stroke it up and down and I smile to see his
eyes widen and hear him gasp – he still wants
to suckle while I stroke him and I can feel him
clamp down harder on my breast so he doesn’t
lose the nipple. The passion builds as he
sucks my nipple and I stroke his cock – I hold
him very tight and he starts to moan with
pleasure. Soon his cock is rock hard and
he starts to thrust and squirm and bury his face
between my breasts. I hold him firmly in
my lap, stroking his cock harder and faster
until at last he groans and the sperm shoots out
of his cock, jetting uncontrollably all over my
naked breasts. I rub his sperm into the
skin of my breasts and nipples and give him big,
soft kisses – I hug him tightly to my naked
bosom and tell him I love him. Then it’s
time for a bath – we’re both wet and sticky!
We
walk together to the bathroom and he climbs into
the tub as I fill it with warm water. I
take off my blouse and nursing bra – he loves
to see my naked breasts hanging down over him in
the tub. He likes to squeeze and pull on
them to make them jiggle and swing back and
forth and I let him play with them as much as he
likes. I take the soap and start to cover
him with suds, cleaning off all the milk and
sperm from his skin. He loves the feel of
my soapy warm hands all over his body – I have
to be sure he’s completely clean.
After
a while it’s time for me to clean the sperm
and milk from my breasts. I lean over the
edge of the tub and soap up my breasts and
nipples. He loves to help me clean my
breasts, rubbing my soapy nipples. Then
when my breasts are all rinsed off, he can see
the hard nipples and almost always tries to
start sucking again. Sometimes I do let
him suckle, and almost always I stroke his cock
again with my warm, soapy hands – rubbing and
squeezing and covering his hard cock with
slippery soap bubbles until he comes once
more…
Then it’s time to finish cleaning him up
and get out of the tub. I dry him off with
a big towel and he gets dressed. I put my
bra and blouse back on – my nipples are
stinging and tingling from all his sucking and
it feels good to cover them with the soft cloth
of the nursing bra. He watches me sadly as
I fasten the buttons of my blouse. He
likes my breasts to always be naked so he can
see them and suck the nipples whenever he wants
to – greedy baby!
When it’s finally time for him to go
home, we walk towards the door together.
He says good-bye, reaching with both hands to
stroke my breasts again – he gives his
mama’s familiar, soft breasts one more good
squeeze – he knows my breasts belong only to
him but he misses them already! I give him
a long good-bye hug and wave as he goes down to
his car. I love my baby and I know he’ll
come back soon for me to breastfeed him again
and again – I’ll always have milk for my
sweet darling.