“Thank you, Chris. Are you offering to help your Aunt because she needs help, or do you enjoy helping?” she said with a smirk. I am sure she noticed my face turning red. I felt deprived and embarrassed. Without saying a word, I turned and headed to the living room.
“I am sorry, Chris; I was just kidding with you. Of course, I need your help. You did a great job yesterday, but I didn’t want to trouble you. That’s why I didn’t ask” I was relieved and rushed back to her help. As she asked, I took a warm washcloth and rubbed her breasts with it first and then squeezed one nipple until she was empty. Needless to say, I was hard the whole time, and again I leaned against her side and back to press my erection gently, not wanting her to notice what I was doing.
Once done with one side, I strangely longed to taste her milk. My fingers were already sticky with her milk, and without thinking twice, I licked them to taste her breast milk. It didn’t taste bad at all. It did taste somewhat sweet with a hint of saltiness. I turned my hand, licked the other side, looked at her beautiful eyes, and smiled. I must have surprised her when I tasted her milk off my fingers, but she remained quiet till I started working on her other breast. I was already getting a little adventurous and taking every break that I got to caress and fondle her breast while squeezing it to milk. Then suddenly, Aunt Julie broke the silence and asked;
“What does my milk taste like?”
“It is sweet,” I replied.
“Do you like the taste of it?” she smiled, gazing into my eyes. I wasn’t sure where the conversation was headed, but I was quick to say;
“Oh yes, I love the taste.”
She sighed softly while I kept milking her and then broke the silence again and commented, “Too bad I have to waste my milk.” Then, another moment or so later, she asked if I wanted to taste more of her milk, and I hungrily said “Yes” and licked my fingers again.
“No, Chris, do you want to drink milk from my breasts? I hate wasting something Thomas cannot have, but you love the taste and drink my milk instead of wasting it.”
My dick was hard as a rock, and here I was presented with a fantastic, unforgettable opportunity of squeezing my beautiful Aunt’s magnificent breasts. Now she is asking if I wanted to suck them dry. I stopped licking my fingers and looked at her like she was insane. She looked normal, but I noticed a faint dark cloud of sadness on her face.
“All you have to do is to place your mouth and suck without biting me. If you like the taste, I am glad my milk won’t go to waste. It is your choice.” She hissed, but I wasn’t entirely convinced that she was serious.
Then she turned sideways, offering a breast, holding it from under. I was still speechless, but I couldn’t believe my luck. I bent my back, placing one arm on the countertop, hurriedly took her breast into my mouth, and sucked the nipple. It took a couple of tries to get to the correct position around her wonderful flesh, but when I did, my mouth was rewarded with sweet, creamy, warm liquid. I turned my neck opposite, still keeping her nipple in my mouth. This time I had to remove my arm from the countertop and place it around her ribcage, bringing my Aunt closer. I soon realized that my other hand had found her right breast while my cock came closer to her body, relishing its shape and warmth of her. I heard another sigh from Aunt Julie and then a cry from little Thomas. As I kept drinking, I heard her sigh, perhaps happy to be relieved of her discomfort.
“Thomas is up. He had a long nap this morning” Aunt Julie pulled back, and I reluctantly let her breasts go and rushed to the restroom. It took two minutes flat for me to shoot my load into toilet paper again, but all along, I visualized that I was fucking between Aunt Julie’s soft round flesh and shooting into her sensual lips.
The following day, I was polite. I waited till I was asked to milk her with my mouth. She didn’t tell me directly but asked if I wanted her milk, and I took it as sucking the milk from her breasts.
The day after I planted my mouth on her nipple, she rested with her back against the counter. While I became comfortable pressing my hard-on onto her while milking her, she must have felt my bulge pressing against her groin but didn’t do anything whatsoever to discourage me. Once her breasts were emptied, she asked, “Tell me what my milk tastes like again.” she chuckled as she asked, and her eyes sparkled just like they used to when we played Nintendo together not too long ago.
“Your milk is sweet, creamy, and just a tad salty. I love the taste.”
“Maybe you didn’t get enough of your mother’s milk or still remember the taste of her milk. I am fine with feeding you.” She chuckled again. I ran to the bathroom, covering my hard-on with my hands as she commented, “Hope you are not developing any allergic reactions to my milk.” She had taken glimpses at my crotch before but hadn’t said anything. I turned crimson this time when I noticed Aunt Julie was looking at my crotch, which was tenting with my erection.
Since the only thing that I developed was a hard-on, I was sure what she told me correlated with the visible tent that I upheld. I quickly overcame my nervousness and shame when I saw her smiling.
Friday, she said that Uncle Tom was late to work and therefore didn’t have enough time to help her that morning. She asked me to milk her as soon as I went to her place. I gladly agreed.
Once we were in the kitchen, Aunt Julie asked for my assistance in removing her robe, which I did. My cock thumped, and my heart pounded in extreme excitement when I realized that she only had on a short silk nightgown instead of the long cotton nightshirt shirts that she typically wore. I was mesmerized. I had to take a step back, still holding her robe, to breathe in Aunt Julie’s figure that hardly resembled a woman who had given birth to a child six weeks ago.
I don’t know what came over me that morning, but I became more playful than usual when milking her. I gently squeezed her breast, and my free hand sometimes ventured out to her other breast to caress and weigh it by placing my hand under it and squeezing gently. A soft moan escaped Aunt Julie’s mouth first, then shoved the breast in my mouth onto my face. Pretending it was essential, I adjusted my position several times, pressing and gently grinding my crotch onto her and finally settling to keep my clothes-clad erection between her upper thighs near where her pussy would be. I couldn’t tell if Aunt Julie sighed and moaned, relieved of her discomfort or otherwise.
The feeling was heavenly. I fondled her other breast with my hand, getting bolder by the minute while milking the other. Occasionally, I let go of a breast from my mouth and swirled my tongue around her nipple. When she asked why I did that, I joked that I caught a drop with my tongue that would have been wasted otherwise. Then soon, I found myself holding Aunt Julie closer by placing a hand over her round ass, to which she didn’t object. Once I was satisfied and her breasts were emptied of milk, I stuck my face between her melons and kissed them fanatically. She thought that was cute but didn’t resist.
Reluctantly, I let Aunt Julie loose and stepped back to dash to the bathroom, which had been a part of the ritual.
“Chris!” Aunt Julie mumbled.
“Yes, Aunt Julie.”
“Can you hold me for another moment… Please?” I saw her begging eyes with shadows of dark clouds and a hint of tears. I swallowed the lump in my throat and covered the bulge in my pants while meeting her eyes and inhaling her breasts from the open front of her nightgown. Then I stepped forward with open arms to hold her tightly as she snuck her face into my shoulder.
“I really, really need this.” She sighed. “It is nice to be held and cuddled.” We held each other tightly in silence, and I loved every second of holding Aunt Julie against my body. I loved the smell and the feel of her skin, and knowing that her bare breasts were firmly pushed against my chest, I felt something stirring. Although the moment was supposed to be more romantic than sensual, my erection had not comprehended the fact, and it involuntarily pulsated, causing my knees to bend several times and straighten. The movement rubbed the erection along her pubic area. By then, I knew well that Aunt Julie wouldn’t make any attempts to stop me or push me away.
“Sorry, I put you through lots of trouble and pain.” Aunt Julie broke the silence.
“Don’t be. It is no trouble at all.”
Aunt Julie chuckled and then looked into my eyes, smiling. “Don’t tell me I don’t cause you any pain.” She giggled again, paused, and murmured, “Well, I wish Uncle Tom could hold me like this, at least now and then.” She sighed. I was shocked to hear that Uncle Tom and Aunt Julie didn’t hold each other like we were doing right at the moment. I knew how much Uncle Tom cared for Aunt Julie and that they loved each other, but what Aunt Julie said utterly surprised me. I was speechless and remained tightly coupled.
“I know he loves me and loves me too much. Since I got pregnant with Thomas, Uncle Tom hasn’t come too close to me, fearing that he may somehow hurt me or the child. Especially after I fell, he has been keeping his distance to protect me.” She sighed. “Sometimes I think maybe I am not desirable anymore.” She sighed again.
“I don’t know why I am telling you this, Chris. Maybe, I always thought of you more as a friend than a nephew, or maybe, you have always been nice to me.”
“Sorry, I troubled you with all the shit in my head. Thank you, Chris!” Aunt Julie took a sound breath, kissed my left cheek, and loosened her grip around my waist. I swiftly turned 180 toward the bathroom and heard her say, “You are an expert in milking now, I know.” And a giggle following her words.
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