Breasts + Nipples = Our Pleasure, Part 3 Of 3

Continued from part 2.

I closed the door to the spare room and leaned against it for a minute to digest all she had told me. I was never intending to listen. I was trying to imagine a life like that, married for twenty-six years and never having an orgasm other than by your own hand. I guess things are different for us now. My husband was giving me gentle waves of pleasure and throwing in a hard thump on my clit every now and then. My mother was behind this door masturbating, and from every indication was going to have a super hard orgasm or maybe two. I pulled my panties up as tight as I could causing the hardest contact with my clit. It had been hours since I was ready for a release and when the next hard hit on my clit came, I orgasmed and flooded the vibrator, causing the wet pussy and vibration sounds that we all know and love.

 “Carol, Carol. Do it, do it harder. YES, Yessssssss. Oh, you little bitch. Suck my nipples, Harder… Make it hurt… There, you did it to me. You got my milk. Now I am going to eat your pussy.” I heard along with the pump gently sucking in the background as I walked away. 

Was my mother a closet lesbian? Well, it’s no wonder, since her husband was not satisfying her in any way. That was too much to consider at the time. I opened the door to Adams room so that I could hear him if he stirred from his nap and went onto the back porch to sun. I lay down in a chaise lounge. Since mom had my phone the only option to end the vibration session that Jim was providing was to take it out. I elected not too and rolled over face down. The sun was intense and I was so drowsy started to drifted off…

“Your turn Cin, don’t burn. Here’s the bra.” My mother was standing over me totally naked. I smiled. Having had that orgasm a few minutes ago I was satisfied.

“Did you get everything worked out? Your nipples are fire red.”

“Yes, I did you’re a smart ass.”

“Where’s my phone?” 

“On the bed in the spare room. We are not done talking yet.” I followed her to the bedroom, and she held the shields up to me as an indication that she wanted me to pump. I really did not want to, or need to, but the look on her face was that I should follow her lead. I was about to start the pump when I said, “Ma I need collection bottles from the rack by the sink.” She left to go and get them since I was already hooked up. The toys were where I left them except for the Fleshlight. It glistened with a copious amount of saliva, but I would say nothing. The purple one was missing. I smiled. She returned and I screwed on the bottles and started the pump. I sat on the bed where she had been, it was warm and wet. I was still being vibrated by Jim.

“When I saw that you shave down there it reminded me of how happy you were when you found your first real hair. So you used my Lactina to ah, do it at fourteen? Carol would have liked to know that”

“Yes, and I can’t stand hair anywhere down below. Can you not say masturbation or pubic?”

“No, it is hard. Those words and lots of other words were never spoken in my house when I was growing up, that is why I took you to see a nurse for sex education.”

I was starting to produce a few drops when the letdown program ended, and the full suction program started. I ramped it up to maximum right away. My mother kept here eyes glued to my nipples going in and out of the shields. There was tension in her voice. “May I suit next to you dear?”

I patted the bed and she instantly settled in next to me, very close to me, very, very close to me. I leaned forward and her arm encircled me. Her hand gently cupping the breast. We were silent. Eventually her head rested on my shoulder. Her eyes glued to my nipple. By now I had figured out a few things. 

“Mom, do you want to lactate again?”

“Yes, but I can’t I am not going to get pregnant at my age.”

“Well two things are wrong about that statement. First you don’t have to be pregnant and second your age doesn’t matter. You love lactation, I can see it in your eyes. Do you remember the Lesbian couple you met at the Christmas party.” I felt her shudder at the word Lesbian.

“Oh, those two, yes.” 

“Well, Sal got pregnant by a sperm donor and Bethany is inducing so that they can both breastfeed when the baby gets here.”

“Is it really possible?”

“Yes mother it is. I hear it is a lot of work, lots of pumping, lots of attention to the breast. A discreet lactation coach might be a great help. I will check with Jim about getting in touch with hers.”  

“Tell me more.” I watch as her free hand slides slowly between her closed legs. 

“There are books and websites and medications, about the process. You said that you were a copious producer for the first two times, maybe you will never get that result but…”

“But all I have is time, now that your father is gone.”

“That is true,

“But I won’t have anybody to feed.”

“I can think of a few hungry mouths.”

“You mean you would let me…”

“That and a few more people that might surprise you.”  I reached down and gently pulled her legs apart. Her hand went where it was meaning to go. “Now tell me all about Carol.” She let out a moan, and a cry. “I am listening.”

“We were lovers for many, many years.”

“Milky lovers?”

“Yes. And more.”

I unzipped the bra, the shields fell away. An anguished cry came from her. A moment later another orgasm shot through my system from my pussy that Jim was having fun with. I was aware of her tears dropping on my breast. I dove onto her chest and did what she wanted most of all. She screamed and crushed me to her breast.

Adam started fussing loudly, “Go get your grandson. And by the way, are you still in touch with Carol?”

“Somewhat, but I will be shortly. Very shortly”

The mood was shattered as happens many times in life during great sex. 

“And let me have your phone so I can put the app for your new purple vibrator on it. I’ll order it from Amazon while you change the baby and I want to meet Carol."