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Lonely Mothers Milk

... in her bed and took her head into my arms and stroked her hair. I figured it must have been pretty bad to make her cry as she never complained about anything. As I stroked her hair I asked if there was anything I could do, anything at all. She laughed and said no, stating she just had to ride it out until her sister woke up in the morning. She released a few more tears. My Mother chuckled a little through her tears. I smiled at her and asked her what was so funny. She smiled nervously looking away from me and started to say how when she was pregnant with me my father would drink her breastmilk when she produced too much. She said it was one of her fondest memories of him and used to feel good. I laughed and asked her if she was serious. She let out another moan and a few more tears as she readjusted herself. She smiled and had continued to tell me that I used to nurse for 30 minutes to an hour when she would breastfeed me. I laughed and told her that was crazy that I used to do that. I teased her asking if she really breastfed my Father. She said she did all the time, not only when her breast were full but just because he thought it was kinky. I stopped laughing and shyly asked if she knew what it tasted like. She laughed and said it tasted nothing like milk from the store, not bad, but definitely not 2%. We both laughed again nervously, more tears were streaming down her face as she said her breast hurt just to laugh. I looked down at her nighty barely covering her body and ...

... exposed nipples. They were leaking milk a drop at a time. I looked away and laughed nervously again. I wondered how many people drank breast milk still at my age. I looked into her face which I was still holding in my arms and asked her if I could help her. She looked at me confused and asked how. I told her maybe I could help milk her. She looked at me, and laughed, no no honey its fine I couldn’t ask you to do that. My Mother looked away from me as I looked towards the door embarrassed. Now was my chance to run, should I go back to my room I thought. She started again and said it would be too inappropriate and morally wrong. I told her I didn’t mind, that I would rather help her out than see her in pain like she is. She frustrated and crying told me she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. I explained it would only be between us and it was only one time so she could sleep and focus on her test in a few hours. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and asked once more if I was okay with doing this. I nodded nervously. She moved her head from in between my arms and laid on her back. She lifted her nighty from off of her breast and towards her head. Her exposed breast looked amazing as they were slowly shown to me. I looked at her nipples still leaking a drop here and there of milk and couldn’t believe this was really happening. As her night gown had reached her neck she looked towards me for the next step. I locked eyes with her and as we broke our lock I leaned in towards ...