Date: Mon, 27 Apr 2015 21:34:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Victoria VanDersuk <victoriavandersuck@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lactatia (TG, teen)

Lactatia

My name is Lactatia, and I am the nanny for a strong powerful woman, who
happens to be my mother.  I know it's not a pretty name, but then I didn't
choose it, did I?  As I write my baby brother is at my breast.  I wince
with pain as he bites my nipple, one hand grabbing at my breast, kneading
the tissue and trying to aim it to his mouth for maximum flow.  I've gotten
used to the pain, some would say hooked on it.  My nipples are almost
constantly red and sore and my breasts full of milk.  As Elijah drinks from
my breast his other hand is in his diaper, playing with his young cock.
Realizing that at the age of four it is bigger than mine ever was makes me
sigh submissively.  Yes, I am male, or was considered male at some point.
Mother tells me that this is all for the best and as I look down into the
loving eyes of my interracial step brother I know that is true.  The
changes made to my body have left me floating somewhere between male and
female, though you wouldn't know it by the way I am dressed. I am required
to wear a nursing bra which provides my full aching breasts the support it
needs.  And it's quite convenient to undo the cup at the top and lower it
to expose my nipple for breastfeeding.

Otherwise I am required to wear a maid's uniform in pale pink, with hose
and low heels.  In the evening I wear pretty nighties.  To be honest I
can't remember the last time I wore male clothes.  It's not matter, since I
love being feminine.  It's quite a twisted story I can assure you and I
will try to help you understand how a teenage boy became the breastfeeding
nanny in our household.

After Mother divorced our Dad, she totally immersed herself into her
career.  They fought a lot about that, he thought she should spend more
time with Brian and me, but that's not where her heart was.  She insisted
on custody though, and Dad had enough of the fighting and moved to Hawaii,
where he could mix running his internet business with chasing after young
blonde girls in bikinis.  Girls who he could boss around the way he never
could Mother.  She hated him, and she made sure Brian and I had a very low
opinion of him as well.  Brian is about three years my junior, but he has
always been a strong robust boy with hearty appetites.  My name is Jamie,
or at least it was before she renamed me with a name more suitable to my
position in life.

After a couple of years of babysitters who popped in and out of our lives,
Mother decided I was old enough to look after Brian after school.  Keeping
up with the domestic duties of the household seemed to naturally fall to me
and I performed them without question and with a certain amount of
satisfaction.  I found I liked looking after people.  I was never really
into guy things.

She was moving ahead at the corporation, I guess her kick ass man- hating
competitive nature was right in step with the times.  She didn't have many
friends, a few professional women who all seemed to be alone, and I tried
to stay away from them if they came around the house.  They could be really
aggressive and I always felt they were judging me.  Mother was very vocal
about her feelings about the male species, and while I was serving the
ladies canapés and drinks, she would disparage manhood in general, and
my father in particular.  Several times her friends would ask how she could
talk like this in front of her son.  Mother just laughed and said she
wasn't, Brian was up in his room playing video games or masturbating.
Since I was often assuming the role of a domestic servant around them they
would laugh.  I just tried to ignore their comments and focus on making
sure their drinks were properly refilled.

As I got older she became more critical of me...of my grades in school, the
way I dressed, and the friends I hung around with.  Despite being somewhat
of a disappointment to her, she seemed happy with the way I looked after my
brother while she was at work, he was growing up to be much more outgoing
and physical than I ever was.  Let's be honest, he was obnoxious.

In addition to looking after him, I also took on some of the household
duties and was expected to clean the house and do the laundry, including
her personal laundry.  Mother is a tall statuesque woman, and has some
lovely things.  She typically wears a very professional business suits,
jackets and skirts, and has the most beautiful silky blouses and
undergarments.  Money doesn't grow on trees she would say, and when she
fired our part time housekeeper Rosa, she expected me to help out even
more.  She didn't expect much of Brian and he became quite careless and
messy, knowing I would be there to pick up after him.

Laundry was a challenge and I was taught the proper way to care for all of
our things, but the emphasis was on her clothing and making sure it was
properly washed, dried, folded and put away.  Brian and I wore the typical
boy clothes, white cotton BVDs and shorts and jeans and t shirts, and as I
handled her clothing I wondered why boys couldn't wear things that were
soft and silky.  Mother liked to look her best, and I worked very hard to
make sure any stains in her panties were cleaned, with an old toothbrush
and my fingers, she made sure that I washed them all by hand and then
rinsed them clean thoroughly.  She hung a clothesline in the basement so
that I could hang her panties and slips to dry.  She never wore cotton,
only silks and nylon tricots, and she seemed to favor Vanity Fair and Bali.
I suppose it's a bit odd for a boy to learn about lingerie, but I developed
a respect for lingerie that was well made and very feminine.

I think I was twelve when I first started trying on her things, it was
inveitable I guess.  When you handle all of those sexy things you start to
wonder how they would feel against your own skin, and let me tell you, they
were intoxicating!

I began to pose in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom, and my
reflection wearing panties and other things always turned me on.  I'm not
very muscular, and in fact somewhat soft.  I have always had a bit of
puffiness in my chest and the rings around my nipples are a bit bigger and
darker than the other boys I would see in the locker room.  It just seemed
so natural to wear her bras and I couldn't believe how feminine my body
looked, I have always been pretty hairless.  With my shaggy brown hair I
thought I looked like some of the teen girls I saw at school, better than
some of them in fact.

I wondered what the boys at school would think if they saw me like this?
Would they find me attractive?  Would they be mean?

When Mother would come home from work I would follow her into her bedroom,
having removed her garments and put them away or in the wash, and watch as
she took off her business wear.  She would drop her skirt and step out of
it and I would scurry to pick it up and put it onto a hanger, the skirt
held in place by clips so it would not wrinkle, and then the jacket would
be placed over it.  She would slip out of her blouse and casually drop it
onto the bed if I wasn't standing right there to take it from her.  Mother
had always been quite free about her body around me, and she would often
ask me to undo the back of her bra.  She would remove it and hand it to me,
instructing me to put it back in her brassiere drawer, or into the wash as
she directed.  She doesn't have extremely large breasts, but they are full
and quite lovely, I think.  I saw them often, she made no attempt to hide
them from me.  Quite the opposite in fact.  I regularly saw her naked body
and thought nothing of it.

"Jamie, I wouldn't undress in front of you if I thought it was exciting you
honey, but you're such a good boy, not at all like your father or your
little brother.  Now be a darling and put this brassiere away, won't you?
Oh, and hand me my silk robe...the one with the lilies and hummingbirds."

I watched as she slipped the robe on, her breasts were full and round and
beautiful, and then she sent me off to make her cocktail.  She enjoyed a
few gin and tonics after a hard day at work, and she would throw something
together for dinner as I told her about my day and she told me about her
day at work.  She didn't talk like this with my brother, didn't confide in
him, and I felt a special closeness to her.  She often spoke of the men at
work, and how they tried to undermine her authority and how they annoyed
her.  I learned at an early age not to cross her.

My relationship with my brother was a bit odd.  Well after all there is
quite an age distance and I have been put into the situation of policing
his after school activities.  As we have grown older our roles have become
well defined with me as a sort of servant and domestic, and he as an out of
control youth with raging hormones.  I just couldn't relate to him and his
jock friends, and he began to not see me so much as a brother, but as an
authority figure.  It was hard for me, but I knew I was helping out and
Mother was so grateful.

While I was pleasing her around the house, unfortunately I wasn't doing
well In school.  I guess I was just not as competitive as she, as driven to
succeed.  I couldn't wait to get home, to slip into a pair of her dirty
panties and perhaps a brassiere or camisole under my boy clothes, and do
the domestic duties that I seemed to excel at.  Mother was very critical,
not just about my grades, but also about my housekeeping.  She would
inspect her cleaned lingerie, holding them up to the light and looking for
any telltale stains that I had been unable to clean.  Of course by this
point her stains were mixed with my own, the panties felt so damn good I
was masturbating constantly, and dressing up more and more.  I felt so
incredibly alive in her clothes!

I noticed she became a bit more messy, leaving her clothes laying around,
nighties and stockings and things were strewn about from when she dressed
in the morning.  She just left them there knowing I would clean up after
her, putting her clean things away and putting the dirty things into her
laundry hamper.  I would inspect her lingerie, looking for the dirty
things, and would smell them to help identify the dirty from the clean.
When she came home at night her room was clean and she rarely corrected me
on my laundry choices.  In fact she complimented me, telling me I would
make someone a fine wife, and we would laugh.

I think I mentioned my brother Brian and I were very different.  While I
was soft and passive he was quite the opposite.  Brian was a wrestler, and
his body was very tight and muscular.  He seemed to enjoy parading around
the house in clothes that accentuated his physique, tank tops displaying
his young but very firm smooth guns, and it seemed he was perpetually
horny, I could tell he was partially erect often and he just couldn't keep
his hands off it.  He liked to wear loose fitting shorts and it seemed
underwear was frequently optional.  Mother tried to correct him, saying she
didn't care to see his junk on parade, but he would just laugh and ignore
her.

Every now and then he would get a wild streak and just tackle me and knock
me to the ground, maybe it was to show me how strong he was, all I know is
even though he is younger than me he's a hell of a lot stronger.  Well, a
few months ago I was cleaning up around the house, and when I got on my
hands and knees to reach for something I saw under the couch, Brian came
out of nowhere and landed right on top of me.  He took me by surprise, and
it only took a minute of him laughing and grabbing at me and he managed to
get control of me and push me to the carpet, with him on top of me!

"Uncle!  Say uncle!"

"Uncle!"

"Hey Jamie!  Let me show you a new wrestling move!"

Before I could say anything I felt Brian's hand reach down into the back of
my jeans.  He was looking to grab my underwear and give me a wedgie or some
damn thing!  I couldn't let him do that, and I started to struggle against
him.

I panicked when I felt him get a handful of my underwear and yank on it!
In his grip were a pair of Mother's best panties, some pale peach colored
ones.  He went wild!

To a boy liked Brian the opportunity to take advantage and exert control
overpowered any feelings he had for me as his brother.

At first he expected favors to keep quiet about wearing her things, such as
special after school treats, things I knew would ruin his dinner, and then
he made me start cleaning his room for him when Mother got after him about
the mess, and believe me, that boy could make a mess!  He would purposely
leave his dirty clothes and underwear all over the floor, knowing I would
take care of it.  I applied the smell test to his clothes as well to
determine what was ready for the laundry, and what he could wear for
another day, and was shocked to realize that he was old enough to cum
because his dirty underwear I picked up off the carpet was sticky more
often than not.  When I confronted him about it, and asked him to use a
Kleenex he just laughed and told me to deal with it, he had those pics and
wouldn't hesitate to show Mother.  I began regularly soaking his briefs in
woolite in the bathroom sink, preparing them for the wash.

I couldn't bear the thought of her finding out her eldest son was a
perverted sissy, the shame of her finding out I was wearing her pretty
things, what would she think?  She threw our Dad out of the house for god
knows what reason, and I feared she would put me out on the street too if
she found out her eldest child was a panty freak or something.  Brian got
more and more demanding when we were alone, he behaved in front of her.  He
would call me names, queer, homo..you know...kids can be so cruel.  I tried
to ignore him but the little shit was always sneaking around.  He saw me in
his room one day picking up his dirty laundry.  There was a pair of his
white BVDs that were all balled up.  When I inspected them I found they
were all gooey, with a warm load of cum in them.  I don't know why, but I
felt the need to put the used undies to my nose and smell them, which was
silly I know because they were obviously dirty.  They smelled so strong
from his spunk and I don't know why I did it but I took the wettest part
and put them in my mouth, tasting them, like I did after I came myself.  I
was caught red handed and red faced with his briefs in my mouth, and he
yelled at me and made a big deal out of it.

Cum eater.  That's what he called me and I couldn't deny it.  From that day
on, he made me do my after school chores around the house in her clothes
without covering them up, he said he wanted me to look like a proper maid,
and maids wore women's clothes.  It was humiliating but I went along with
him, what else could I do?  He had ratted me out to her many times and I
knew he wouldn't hesitate to cause trouble for me.  I didn't mind, in fact
I found it quite exciting to wear her things.  I began to think about how I
moved, and tried to behave girly when in girly attire, I seemed to fall
into it quite easily.

When I picked up in his room from then on, he would stay in the room and
watch me, and make awful comments.

"God, you're such a bitch, Jamie.  You know you look pretty good in those
clothes.  It's funny though, why is there a little lump in your panties,
girl?  And when I say a little lump...I DO mean little!"

He would laugh at me and tell me to hurry up, finish and get out of his
room so he could play video games.  I would use some febreze to try to keep
the smell of boyspunk from overpowering not just his room but the entire
house.  I was neat and tidy when I masturbated, why couldn't he do the
same?

I never objected to his comments or challenged him, I just accepted him
bossing me around.  It was easier that way.  And besides, I knew I was
small down there.  When I was little Daddy told me it would grow big and
hard like his cock but that was just never the case.  Mother always told me
I was perfect just the way I was.  In the past if I tried to correct Brian
or discipline him, he would usually tackle me, wrestle me to the ground,
and laugh as he made me squirm under him.  Typically he would either
straddle my chest and make sure I could see the boner in his shorts, or sit
on my face and fart and then laugh.  He would scoot up closer to my head,
so I couldn't help but stare right at it and he would just give me that
handsome wicked smile of his.  God, he was awful, but I loved him and he
made me laugh in spite of myself and my shortcomings.

I don't know where Brian learned to be such a shit.  He began to order me
around more and more as I didn't resist him, telling me to suck his dirty
shorts clean while he watched.  I did it, finding I really liked the taste,
and honestly liked being told what to do.  At first he laughed, then he
just seemed to watch intently and grope at his crotch watching me.  A few
weeks ago when I was in there cleaning he casually pulled off his pants and
underwear and sat on the edge of the bed.  He looked me right in the face
as he started to jack his cock.  It was the first time I had seen it for a
while, and it was bigger than mine, much bigger I thought despite being
younger than me.  His cock looked to be almost five inches long, bone hard
and circumsized as I was.  He spread his legs and had an evil smile on his
face.

"Hey maid, I have a job for you."

"Cut it out, Brian!"

"Get over here and clean my cock...with your mouth!"

"No way!  That's gross!"

"You seem to like eating my cum from my underwear, why not get it right
from the source?"

"Stop it, Brian!"

"Come on, pretty girl.  Girls like you who wear pretty undies shouldn't
tease boys.  Get down on your knees or I will tell Mom."

I wanted to resist him, honest I did.  But after weeks of him threatening
me and bossing me around, and well...smelling all his fresh spunk...I just
accepted my fate and got down onto my knees before him.  I looked him in
the face and gave him an expression that said "all right, big shot...I did
it...now what are you going to do"?

What he did was smile and grab my head and push it down onto his cock!  I
tried to pull my head away but he was much stronger than me, and I just
accepted my fate, opened my mouth, and took several inches of his cock into
my mouth.  I was wearing Mother's matching peach colored nylon and silk bra
and panty set, with stay up stockings that had been left on the floor in
her room.

I heard a click and a flash and looked up to see him taking pictures of me
sucking his cock with his phone.

"Brian!  I'm doing what you want, why do you need to take pics of it?
That's really lame!"

"Shut up maid, and suck me good!  Up and down like the girls do in the porn
movies.  If you don't want me squirting my jizz into my dirty shorts and
making a big mess for you to clean up then I guess you'll just have to
swallow it for me.  Besides you look like a girl in that outfit and girls
like to suck boy's cocks and swallow their cumloads, so get busy."

His cock was actually pretty delicious, a bit sweaty but very hot to the
touch of my tongue and very responsive.  Not quite what I expected I
actually was enjoying it.  The way the skin on his cock moved with my mouth
and that big pulsing vein running up the bottom of his shaft made me want
him more and more.  I didn't care what he said, I felt like I was where I
belonged.  As I began taking more and more of it, I shuddered.  It was
growing even bigger, this cock of my bratty jock wrestler brother, and I
was really getting into it.  He dropped his right hand from the top of my
head, it wasn't necessary to force me anymore.

I began to move my body as I serviced him, moving my hips and I was very
aware of the bra I was wearing, how the straps felt across my shoulders,
and then the fastener in back, and then the pale peach colored satin of the
bra cupping me, supporting me where a girl needed support.  At that point I
imagined what it would be like to have breasts, real breasts, would I feel
the weight of them swaying as I bobbed up and down on a cock?

My little cock was growing, which kind of scared me because I had to admit
it was turning me on to be on my knees gobbling up the cock of a real male,
as I submissively wiggled like a girl.  But not just any girl...not a nice
girl...a naughty girl.  My little dick was hard and straining against the
silkiness of the matching pale peach panties.  Could it be that I was a
cock slut?

"Hey what are you shaking about, faggot?  Hey! You're getting into this,
giving me a blowjob wearing Mom's clothes...aren't you?  What does that
make you?"

I didn't want to answer and I ignored him.  Instead I focused on his cock
and plunged further, trying to get every inch of that hot throbbing shaft
down my throat.  He roughly pulled my head off his cock.  It hurt, and I
fought him a little bit but then realized it was no use, he was so much
stronger than me.  I looked into his eyes.

"Answer me!"

"Well..ummm..i mean mmm..."

He pulled me off his cock by the hair and I looked into his face, wanting
to get it back in my mouth.

"No more cock til you spit it out, bro!"

I think I started to cry, I know I was tearing up.  It's a hard thing to
do, to admit that you like sucking dick, that in your heart you know you
will ALWAYS suck dick, always want to feel that hot cock in your mouth.
But to admit it to your younger brother, who used to look up to you and is
now using your mouth like a cheap sex toy...

I looked into his eyes.  He was so confident.  His hand was holding me
tightly and I was only a few inches from the head of his cock.  It bobbed
in front of me, teasing me..

"Yeah I like it Brian."

"And what does it make you?"

"A cock sucker?"

I realized my voice was a bit high pitched and girlish.  I wiggled my ass
and ran my tongue across my lips.

Brian smiled and let go of my hair, and when he did my face naturally
dropped and I just aimed for the head of his cock.  It was all sticky.  It
needed me.  I knew what to do.

"Even better, bro!  You're a SISSY cocksucker!"

I shook again, worked my mouth up to the tip of his now rock hard cock, and
used my tongue to lick around the mushroom head.  I heard Brian moan and
felt his thighs start to shake a little.  I was literally fucking the air
underneath me, my hips rotating so that my hard little cock rubbed against
Mommy's pretty panties.

I drew back and took his entire shaft into my hot mouth with one big gulp.
As I bottomed out I felt his pubes in my face.  He was really hairy for his
age, I thought.  A lot hairier than me!

I felt his cock jump and pulse in my mouth and I clamped down hard on it.
As his cock burst into my mouth I shivered and started to fill my mother's
panties with my own load of hot teen cum.

I greedily swallowed every spurt my brother gave to me.  It was delicious.
Brian shook a little and after he finished he pulled it out of my mouth, he
seemed disgusted.

I was ecstatic.  Being used like that really turned me on and I knew that
this would happen again...a lot!

I can't say that first blow job made me into a lactating neutered sissy, it
didn't.  But what it did do is lower my barriers to the thought of
pleasuring the real males in my life, and it made me realize that I was
different.  I knew I felt like a girl, a submissive girl.  And soon my
mother would discover my true nature and help me realize my potential.  She
didn't even seem surprised when she saw me in her things gobbling up the
cock of my little brother, but that is a story for next time.

How wonderful that my role in the household has become so important, and
let Mother focus on her career.  An unexpected pregnancy is difficult for a
career girl like my Mom, but she knew what to do, and how I could be of
assistance considering my naturally submissive nature and lack of
masculinity.

Now I must dash!  Little Elijah has drifted off to sleep, his handsome
little face stained with my milk.  I felt inside his diaper and realized he
was not only wet, but his little cock was hard.  I sighed with contentment
and fell asleep myself, with my hand in his wet diaper.

Next time if you are interested I will tell you more.