I trained my eyes on the breast that wasn’t hidden, the nipple pert and dripping slightly with milk. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I reached down to massage it with the palm of my hand, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure. I was breathing heavily, but I couldn’t tell how loud it was; I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to keep Pam from hearing me.
“I know you’re there, Paul.”
Well. Fuck that.
Not wanting to be rude, I stepped around the door and slowly made me way into the room. “I heard you coming up the stairs, and you didn’t walk past to your room,” she said. She raised her head and smiled at me for a moment, then turned her gaze back to her work.
I was visibly aroused, the fabric around my crotch sticking out in a noticeable tent. My face was flushed, and I didn’t speak.
“Would you like to come and help? You seemed to be enjoying yourself yesterday.” I looked up and saw her staring pointedly at my crotch. Still blushing, I walked slowly over to where she was and sat a few inches in front of her, taking the pump from her hands and squeezing. I could see the nipple stretching as I did, the milk squirting into the container.
I had only squeezed a few times before I heard her speak again. “Would you like to taste it?”
My head shot up, eyes widening, my straining against my pants. Yes, oh god yes, I would love to! But I couldn’t say it; my mouth had gone dry.
“Oh come on,” she said, grinning at me. “It’s actually rather sweet…” She pushed my hand out of the way, pulling the pump from her breast and setting it on the nightstand. Then she reached for my head and pushed me forward until my face was barely an inch from her tit.
“Now… suck it,” she said.
I opened my mouth and latched on, swirling my tongue around her nipple, and then I sucked, a spray of thin, warm liquid shooting into my mouth. I let it flow over my tongue, savouring the taste of it — slightly sweet, fatty and very rich. I continued to suck at her tit, reaching up with my hand to massage the rest of her breast under my palm. My left hand found her other breast, and I began twisting her nipple between the pads of my fingers, pulling at it until I felt tiny droplets of liquid sliding down my hand. Pam was moaning above me; her hand was still in my hair, pushing me further into her lactating breast. I was aching, the sensations on my tongue to much for me, the dick throbbing in my pants, aching for release.
“Mm, that feels so good baby,” she breathed, running her fingers through my hair. “You know, it’s always been a secret fetish of mine… to breastfeed a grown adult…. I find it terribly… erotic, ah—”
She gasped as I bit down lightly on her nipple. The milk was overflowing in my mouth, white rivulets trickling out past my lips and down the side of my face.
I heard her start talking again. “I’ve always wanted to do it… but your father… he wouldn’t… he thinks it’s disgusting… he won’t go anywhere near my tits when we’re fucking… and I can’t do it myself, but I can’t go the rest of my life like that, and you just do it so right—”