Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 15:34:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Alexander Hall <terminus.omega@yahoo.com>
Subject: Feed Me (F/f, mother/daughter, breastfeeding, breast play)

My Eighteenth: Feed Me (F/f, mother/daughter, breastfeeding, breast play.)

I love breasts. I always have. As long as I can remember, breasts have been
a huge obsession for me. It wouldn't be such a big deal if I were a boy,
but I'm a girl. I like guys mostly, but I also like girls, but most of my
focus with girls is on their breasts. Having tits myself, I could never
understand why I was so obsessed with them. I liked all kinds. Soft or
firm, small and large, big or small nipples. The only kind I did not like
were wrinkly or saggy ones. I also did not like the flat or square ones. I
liked them nice and round. Whenever I took care of myself, much of my time
was spent playing with my own breasts, imagining they were another
woman's. I was pretty well-endowed, sitting at a nice 36D. My breasts were
also very sensitive. Many boyfriends had brought me to a good come just
from playing with my tits. I loved having them squeezed, fondled, sucked,
licked and bitten. My tit obsession even extended to my own set.

To add on to my obsession, I also had a huge fascination with breast milk,
and breastfeeding. My greatest fantasy was to be breastfed by a large
breasted woman. I kept my obsession to myself. It was a fantasy I felt I'd
never get to live out. I never thought I would ever find a woman with large
enough breasts who was lactating and would let me nurse from her. This lack
of fulfillment always got me depressed. Many times when I saw a baby
nursing from their mother, especially if she was well-endowed, I got
jealous. I know, that's weird, but I could not help it. School had no
respite for me either. I had a teacher during my senior year who had just
come back from maternity leave. She admitted one class that she was still
breastfeeding her baby. She always wore lower cut tops that showed off the
curves of her breasts, and it got me so hot knowing they were full of
delicious milk.

Fortune shined upon me near my eighteenth birthday. First, about four
months before it, my mom gave birth to my little brother, Justin. The whole
pregnancy was a surprise. Mom figured at 37 she was past her childbearing
years, but lo and behold she ended up pregnant again. She was so happy, as
she had wanted a second child for some time. Dad was happy too, hoping he'd
finally have a son. Once he was born, I was thrown deep into being a good
big sister. I stepped in wherever I could. Still, like so many other
babies, I was jealous of my little brother whenever I saw him nursing from
mom. Never before had mom entered my nursing fantasies, but now with her
nursing my little brother, I did sometimes wonder how I could get her to
nurse me as well.

So, since my little brother's birth, my mother became a more prominent
fixture in my breastfeeding fantasies. I know it may seem strange to many
that I was getting myself off to fantasies of my own mother breastfeeding
her adult daughter, but it was something that I personally could not stop
thinking about. There was no way for me to ask her though. How could I ask
my mom is she'd let her grown daughter nurse? Not only that, I'm pretty
sure my old-fashioned dad would get quite angry with me for asking
her. Well, that little obstacle took care of itself as well. My dad had
been working for the same company my whole life, and before it, and had
risen high enough to be one of the senior managers. This meant he often had
to take various trips away from home. Still, being the family man he was,
whenever it was nearing mine or mom's birthdays, he always found a way to
postpone the trip or get someone else to cover for him. Unfortunately,
nearing my eighteenth birthday, he had to take one that he could not get
out of. He was the only person qualified to handle the business this trip
involved, and their client wanted him that week, no other time. It was too
big a deal for his company to let go. He was very saddened that he'd miss
such an important birthday for me. The day before he left, five days before
my birthday, he took me out for the day. If he could not be here for my
birthday, he at least wanted to celebrate it with me in some way. The
morning he left, he woke me up and hugged me before he left for the
airport. "I can't believe I'm going to miss my little girl's eighteenth
birthday." He said sadly. He hugged me tight before he left the room. "It's
okay daddy," I told him. "I know you tried not to." He smiled before he
left. "I love you, my little honey bear." He said, calling me by my
nickname from when I was small. "I love you too, daddy." I said as he
left. Mom drove him to the airport, and while she was gone, Justin woke
up. I did my best to care for him until mom got back, but eventually he got
hungry and there was nothing I could do. I handed him off to her as soon as
she got back, and she sat on the living room couch and started to nurse
him. Once again, I looked at my baby brother with jealousy. "Oh mommy, let
your other baby nurse too." I thought.

So now, with dad out of the house, I had a good feeling this would be my
chance to finally ask mom to let me nurse. It was a risky move, but I had
to take the chance. Maybe since I was her daughter, and she had nursed me
before, she wouldn't mind doing so. A few days later, on my birthday, I
still had not asked. I was too afraid. I woke up late that day, it was
already nearing noon. (Greatest part about summer birthdays) Coming
downstairs, mom was dressed in her usual morning attire, her terrycloth
robe, as she finished setting out my birthday lunch. She always did this,
knowing I loved to sleep in on my birthday. She smiled at me as I sat down
to eat. "Happy Birthday, baby." She said as she hugged me, "You still have
not told me what you wanted. What does my little girl want for such an
important birthday?"

As she hugged me, her large breasts were suddenly in my face. I know she
was my mom, but the fact that her large, milk-filled breasts were right in
my face was getting me going. This struck me with a sudden
inspiration. Maybe this was how I could finally fulfill my fantasy, how I
could ask her to let me feed from her. It was a risky move, but I had to
take a chance. "So tell me honey, what does my little girl want for her
special birthday?" She asked. I was very nervous, but I steeled my will. "I
have an idea of what I want for my birthday mom, but you may not like it."
She just smiled. "Go ahead and tell me, you know I'm very open minded." I
had to chuckle, mom was the most open-minded person I've ever met. "I want
you to breastfeed me." I told her. I expected shock, anger or even
confusion from her after I gave her my request. I did not expect a happy
smile. "That's all you want? I was expecting something worse." She
laughed. "You just want me to breastfeed you?" I nodded. "You're not mad or
anything?" I asked. She shook her head. "I understand why you're
asking. You're curious, and that's perfectly natural." She hugged me
again. "So, how about tonight, after I put your brother to bed, I give you
your gift." I smiled and nodded excitedly. She hugged me again, then left
when she heard my brother wake up, crying for food. I was overcome with
excitement. My secret fantasy, which I expected to always be unfulfilled,
would finally happen.

My anticipation for that night made the day drag on. Never before had I
been so excited for the end of my birthday. I could not wait. In just a few
hours, my greatest fantasy would become a reality. I was wet much of the
day, and flushed. I don't know if my friends noticed or not, as they did
not say anything. My mind was not there that whole day, but somehow I made
it to that night without getting asked any questions. When I got home, mom
already had my birthday dinner ready, and she left while I ate to feed
Justin again. I noticed the meal was smaller than usual, like she wanted to
make sure I had room for her milk. This little detail got me more
excited. Mom was really going deep in fulfilling this fantasy of mine. Half
an hour later, she came back downstairs. Justin was sleeping peacefully.

I was shocked as she came back in, because she was topless. She had not
even bothered to put her shirt or bra back on. "I figured since I was going
to be breastfeeding again so soon, there was no reason to put my top back
on. Don't worry, your brother did not eat much, so there is plenty left for
you." She said as she cupped and hefted her tits towards me. I shivered as
she did this. "So Mallory, are you ready for your gift?" She asked. "Yes, I
am." I said happily. We both headed together, hand in hand, for the living
room. When we got there, she turned to face me. "Before we begin, I just
have to ask, why do you want me to breastfeed you Mallory? Is it just
curiosity, or is it something more?" I had to laugh, mom was always so
perceptive. She already had an idea this was more than just childish
curiosity.

"Well mom, to be honest, even though I mostly like boys, I have always been
fascinated by women's breasts. My biggest fantasy was to be breastfed by a
woman with large breasts. When you asked me what I wanted for my birthday,
I just had to ask. I never pictured you being that woman, until recently
when I knew you were breastfeeding Justin." It was all out now, but mom
still had her smile as I told her. I thanked my lucky stars that I had such
an open-minded mom. She hugged me again, then asked if I was ready for my
gift. I said yes. She then let me go, and spoke again. "If I'm going to
breastfeed you, I want you to strip down to nothing but your panties." I
was shocked at her saying this. My mouth was agape in puzzlement, but she
answered my question before I could ask it. "When you were a baby, most of
the time when I breastfed you, you only had your diaper on. I want you to
be dressed like you were when I used to breastfeed you." I could feel my
lips beginning to moisten as she said this. She was almost as involved in
this fantasy of mine as I was. She wanted to breastfeed me like she had
before. Quickly as I could, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants,
then reached back and removed my bra. I swear I saw a twinkle of excitement
in mom's eyes when my breasts tumbled out for her too view. My nipples were
already stiffening, and it was not from the AC. I was very aroused.

She then did something that shocked me. She started to remove the rest of
her clothes. In just about a minute, my mother was standing in front of me,
completely naked. She smiled at me as she saw my puzzled face. "I liked
being naked when I breastfed you. I do the same for your little brother. I
feel freer, more natural. Plus, I feel it increases bonding." I stood there
for a bit, admiring my mom's nude body. My eyes trailed down past her
breasts to her hips, which were quite wide and shapely. I gazed briefly at
her mons, not shaved but nicely trimmed, and down her svelte legs. For a 37
year old mother of two, she had one hell of a body. I'll be honest, seeing
my mom naked did turn me on. I could feel my lips getting wetter. She then
turned around and walked to the couch, my eyes locked on her pert butt as
it shook and I unconsciously licked my lips. She then sat down and patted
the couch next to her. I walked over and sat down, then she took me in her
arms and laid me down in her lap, her now bare breasts right in my face. My
eyes were wide at such a beautiful sight.

I sat there for a minute, just starting at her fat, pink nipples. I licked
my lips as a pearl of her milk dripped from one. I had never known that my
mother had such luscious tits. Despite now nursing a second child, they
were still pretty firm, they sat high on her chest too. Her nipples sat
almost perfectly in the centers of her breasts, and they were BIG, at least
an E-Cup. "Go ahead, honey. Feed from mommy." She said. I was so excited at
this moment. I was very wet, and my nipples were hard. I knew mom could see
this, given my boobs were completely bare and all I had covering my sex was
my white panties. I just sat there for a moment, taking in the beauty of
her breasts, before I leaned towards her and began to lick around her
buds. At this moment, my nose was filled with the scent of her body and it
was wonderful. I heard a small gasp from her as my tongue bathed her
nipples, going back and forth between the two of them. I could feel them
hardening on my tongue and that got me excited. I moaned as I licked her
nipples, finally tasting another woman's breast. I soon pulled away and
took in the sight of her saliva covered nipples, throbbing hard and erect
before my eyes.

I could wait no longer, and I put my face to her tit and put my lips around
her nipple. A jolt shot from my tits to my pussy as her nipple came between
my lips. I do not know why, but her nipple seemed like the most delicious,
most enticing thing I had ever tasted.  It was finally happening. I was
being breastfed. I inhaled her wonderful scent and moaned, before I began
to suck. At first, I felt nothing, then moaned again as the sweet taste of
her wonderful milk hit my tongue. It was a little thinner and sweeter than
regular milk, but I loved it. I wanted more, and began to suck harder. She
was still in a very motherly state at this point, stroking my hair as I
fed. "That's a good girl. Feed from mommy. Have all you want." She said in
sweet, quiet voice. I intended to. I would drain her dry if she let me. My
eyes closed as I continued to nurse, lost in the moment. I felt so calm and
serene at this moment. Over and over I let my mouth fill with her wonderful
milk and swallowed happily as my mouth became full. It tasted better than I
had ever imagined. She just continued to stroke my face and hair as I
nursed.

This was the perfect way to live my fantasy. Not only was I being
breastfed, but I was being breastfed by a large-breasted woman. To top it
all off, it was my mom, the woman who had once breastfed me as a
baby. There was also something so erotic and intimate about the fact that I
was almost naked and she was completely naked. I was lost in the feeling of
her bare skin touching my own, my mind almost entirely focused on her
delicious breasts as I continued to feed. Soon I felt my hand begin to
caress and fondle her other breast, but she did not stop me. I could hear
her breathing deepen as I toyed with her breast. I loved the feel of
them. They felt so nice in my hands. I moaned as I felt that pliant flesh
give beneath my fingers as I squeezed, her hard nipples digging into my
palm. I stopped kneading her tit and soon my fingers toyed with her other
nipple. I stroked it, pulled it, and pinched it. She began to gasp and moan
as I toyed with her boob. All this time, I did not see any of her reactions
as my eyes were still closed and most of my focus was still on drinking her
milk. I felt some of her milk spray onto my other hand, and it got me
wetter. I began to moan as I fed, and I could feel the sounds of my
excitement reverberate through her breasts.

I felt the stream of her milk slow on the first breast, and soon she put
her finger to the corner of my mouth and pulled me off. She was still
smiling as she slid me over and offered me her other breast. I was not
going to pass this up. I still wanted more of her tasty drink. Before I
sucked the other tit, I gave a small kiss to the nipple I had just stopped
sucking. Immediately after, I dove into her other breast and started to
nurse again. "Mmmmm, that's a good girl. Drink all you want. Have all of
mommy's milk." She cooed. She was stroking up and down my body at this
point, going from my face to the middle of my thigh. I got a small jolt
when I felt her put her hand to my own tits, which she started to stroke
and squeeze. I moaned more as she played with my tits as I played with
hers. This was so hot for me now, that I was being breastfed, and the other
woman was playing with my tits as well. This was all too much for me, and I
came. Mom just cooed at me as I came down. All too soon, her other breast
was empty and she pulled me off. I saw the look in her eyes that told me
that even though I was done feeding, this was not over.

At this point, I was done feeding, but I was not yet done with her
breasts. "Do as you wish with my breasts, honey. Tonight, they are yours."
She smiled at me as she said this, giving me a quick kiss to my lips. "Play
with my breasts, enjoy them as much as you want. I know you want to, I'm
giving you permission to do as you please with them." I leaned up from
mom's lap, then got off the couch before I sat down again, straddling
mom. She just continued to smile as I sat upon her. I kissed her lips, then
my hands went back to her breasts. "Ohhhh." She wheezed as my hands hefted
and squeezed her wonderful breasts. "You have wonderful breasts, mom." I
told her. She just smiled, and pushed her chest further towards me,
inviting me to partake. For the next hour, I toyed with those beauties. I
squeezed and kneaded them, I massaged them. I licked and sucked all over
them, and I bit them. I was very hot, sweat building all over my body, my
panties sticking to my body. To have nursed from and now playing with such
big breasts got me all hot and bothered, finally satisfying my obsession
with breasts and breastfeeding. I knew mom was enjoying this too, because I
caught the unmistakable scent of her arousal as I toyed with her. Soon, I
saw a look in her eyes that told me she wanted more.

I stopped playing with her tits, and looked her deep in her eyes. "Mom, do
you want to play with MY breasts?" I asked. She just nodded. I smiled at
her. "Go ahead mom, touch your daughter's breasts." She smiled as I said
this, then I moaned as her hands reached up and cupped my mounds. She too
massaged, sucked, licked and bit all over my breasts. "Ohhh mom, that feels
so good. Play with my breasts, they're so sensitive. Make me come." I
wheezed. I didn't even care that I had just asked my mom to make me
come. "Do it for me too, honey. Mine are sensitive too. You definitely get
that from me." This got me so excited and soon we were both lost in our
mutual breast play. I heard her come and soon, we both let go of the
other. She hugged me to her, and we kissed, deeply. She had such soft lips,
and I felt a spark when she prodded at my lips with her tongue. I happily
let her in and for a while we sat together on the couch, kissing and
cuddled. I never expected my first kiss with another woman would be my
mom. Both of us were tired now, and we fell asleep cuddled together. I feel
asleep with her nipple in my mouth. When I woke up, we both heard the sound
of my baby brother crying for food. I walked with her to his nursery, me
still in my panties and her still naked, and happily watched as she nursed
him. She then surprised me by asking me to take her other breast. For the
next half-hour, my brother and I nursed together from our mom. I knew this
would be a big bonding experience for us both.

That night and morning was not the only time I nursed from mom. That night
opened a new dynamic in our relationship. From that night on, we had many
other times like that. Whenever my brother could not drain her, she came to
me. I was always happy to drain her. She also often had me nurse from her
while she nursed my brother, always cooing about how she was nursing both
her babies. When dad was not home, we did as we had that first night, with
mom naked and me in my panties. Other times, we just spent that time
playing with each other's breasts. I came to really love our breast
time. That's the furthest we ever got, but that was okay for me. Despite my
desire for other women, I don't think I could ever go that far with my own
mother. Being breastfed and playing with her breasts was one thing, along
with the kissing, but I don't think I could ever play with her sex.

Now, all her breast play with me did cause another development, one I was
overjoyed to experience. She sucked and played with my nipples so much that
I myself began to lactate soon. The only thing I enjoyed anywhere near as
much as when mom let me breastfeed that first time was when, after I began
to make milk, she asked me to breastfeed her. There was something so erotic
and intimate about breastfeeding the woman who had, and now did again,
breastfed me. I even had her dress like she asked me to when I nursed, and
I made sure I was naked when I nursed her. This new relationship continued
for the summer, until I went off to college. Probably the thing I missed
most about home while I was gone was nursing from mom.