Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 17:46:59 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Spilt Milk ch3

    For the next few weeks, until school started again, we just couldn't keep
our hands off each other. I TRIED, at first, God help me, I did try. It felt
just, so, I don't know. . . WRONG, I suppose would fit the bill. As the
nursing mother of a newborn, and the mother of a ten-year-old girl -- I
gathered that this wasn't quite the behavior that Parent Magazine would be
endorsing. But in a very strange and world-beating way, it also felt so
powerfully RIGHT as well. Boy, was I confused.
    And after our first incredible, dreamlike afternoon, Tara had fallen
asleep in her bed, and I'd tucked her sweaty little body under a light sheet
and just looked at her. Such a little colt. . .so fragile, so trusting. So
adorable. And so, so, YUMMY. Ohh, my. Who the heck am I, anyway? I went down
to check on the baby.
    Friends and neighbors had come that day, and evening, and Tara and I had
caught each other's eyes every so often. A little smile, little brow. . .even
a tiny wink from her at one point. She wasn't a very coordinated winker, so I
wasn't sure. And Ted came back that night, so we went on. . .
    And somehow, I became sure that what had happened would last in our
hearts as a treasured (I hoped!) memory, and that we'd now just go on as
before.
    I think it's called `whistling in the dark' or something like that.
    The next day, Monday, Ted was off to work, and we all went about our
business. After Pammie's breakfasttime, I went up to my room to change, and
someone was lying in my bed!

    She was wearing her favorite little pink polkadot outfit, that she
usually saved for parties and such: a little skirt and bare midriff top with
collar points. Her legs were parted, and the skirt rolled up to her hips,
revealing her brand new white panties with the tiny fishes pattern. They were
also a bit skewed. So her little bottom cheek peeked out at one side. One hand
's fingers idly squeezed a pillow by her head.
    But her expression. Ohhh, priceless. Boldness. Glee, nervousness. .
.horniness? Her lower lip was tucked between her teeth, and her impish grin
quavered. Her eyes were large, and sparkled.
    I really, really didn't know what to think. "Tara. . ."
    "Hmm. . .?" Her fingers twisted the pillow.
    I stepped to the foot of the bed, looking down at her vulnerable beauty.
"Honey--"
    "You're leaking again. . ." Imp.
    I looked down, and not only was I leaking but my traitorous nipples were
straining for attention. They, at least, knew what they wanted! I looked back
at Tara. She grinned, and her legs parted a bit more.
    "Tara, baby---"
    "Mommy?"
    "What, hon?"
    Her legs did a little luxurious scissoring on the bed. "I didn't get any
cereal this morning."
    "Are we out?"
    She shook her head. "No. . ." She smiled up at me. "But we're out of
milk. . ."
    I grinned at her. Unbeatable. "Do you want to nurse, Tara?"
    She actually looked at my breasts, lolled her tongue out and panted like
a puppy! She nodded crazily. I shook my head, and felt an immediate rush of
anticipation pulse at my breasts and warm my pussy.
    I climbed onto the bed by her, unbuttoning my shirt. Today I was wearing
this loose old workshirt and a pair of really loose sweat shorts. As I sat
beside her, they just parted at the crotch. I was basically naked at the
waist, pussy wide and glistening.
    But now I'd bared my living, breathing, wetnosed boob, and Tara was
transfixed. She looked up at me, I nodded, and she literally dove at me,
taking the hard, sticky nipple between her little cherry lips. And she began
to suck me. And it alll flooded back, and forth, and around. . .
    She had one hand on my opposite upper thigh, and the other tucked under
her chest as she leaned into me. Her warm, pantied crotch pressed into my
nearer thigh. I moaned, and, opening my legs, drove that thigh into her. She
uttered a little sigh and I felt her start to move against me. My sweet God,
my baby was starting to hump my leg! Her  hand on my other leg realized,
somehow, where it was, and began sliding downwards.
    As she suckled, it felt. . .heavenly, just heavenly. An amazing, amazing
combination of unbelievable serenity, and a fire, a passion that just built
and built. And as Tara slipped her little hand down to my pussy area, I
started slipping into uncontrollable feelings, of lust, of abandon, of
gutgroaning orgasm. I felt myself lifting my hips towards her, meeting her
hand. I felt her respond, squirming, humping me faster, and now touching my
wet, wet slit, starting to move and rub. . .
    And all the while sucking my swollen breast, milk dribbling from her
parted lips as she moaned, then renewed her frenzied sucking. I had to take
her head and forcibly move it to Miss Lefty, she'd gotten so vigorous. Which
got her right up on me; I felt and saw her pull and pull at her panty crotch
-- a ripping; and she'd opened up her slit to me now. I felt her bare, slick
little pussy slide and slide against my thigh. She was really fucking me now,
the little dream.
    And milk was pouring out of me, really squirting into her ravenous little
mouth. She sighed and moaned and cried out to me. And bit me, too, that sent
shocks of joy all through me, as my Tara's fingers mauled and mauled my cunt,
my womb, her entryway. . .
    And I just lost it. I remember I threw her off of me, milk drops flying,
and just. . .attacked her. I fell on my baby and kissed her madly, just
thrust my tongue inside her pretty mouth, and grabbed her face and kissed and
kissed. I broke away, a strand of milky saliva hanging between us, and got
down between her outstretched legs. I finished the job she'd started, and
ripped away the remaining material; her poor little fishies were now just a
waistband and some fluff. I pushed her legs out, hard. Her flexy little gams
spread WIDE, and now she eyed me as a wild doe might a ravening shewolf.
    I swooped in and liiiicked her puss from asshole to clit, and back, and
in, and then got busy. I cupped her bottom in my squeezing hands and really
began burying my whole face in my baby's open cunt. As if I knew!! I'd NO
experience in this --NONE. And yet I loved and loved and ate her up like I'd
been there forever.
    And Miss Tara shook and screamed, her little voice as if atickling
attack, but urgent, far more urgent, and filled with the sweet sweet pain of
climax. The sound of it drove me wild, and I slurped and tongued and sucked
my daughter's pussy until she could stand no more, and bucked once, twice,
loooong. . .and fell, expired, into the warm sheets. I continued to lightly
kiss, kiss, kiss her raw lips, her thighs, her soft soft tummy. . .I was mad
for my baby.