I almost came right there as I stared at the exposed breast—large as a balloon, dark brown saucer-sized nipples with purple veins running across it. Thor’s head bobbed, mouth smacked around the aureole. My head spun as a drop of milk leaked from the unfettered nipple. My glands salivated. I gulped.
Uma must have heard the sound. She turned her head slowly toward me, meeting my eyes. A slight grin slid onto her lips. I was rooted to the spot, watching Thor, wanting to trade places with him if only for a moment. My pussy gushed as he unlatched, claimed the other nipple, cheeks sunken as he swallowed the liquid sustenance hungrily. His hand lay across the just milked tit, rubbed and squeezed involuntarily, occasionally pulling the distended center.
The garage door opened. Uma shifted, pulled her shirt over the free breast, turned her eyes away just as my husband, Darryl, walked in.
“I see my boy is still keeping you busy, Uma.” I heard him sit his briefcase down before opening the refrigerator.
I moved back to the couch, tried to appear composed but I was anything but. My pussy was slippery; my nipples saluting like two popped eyes on my chest.
“Hey, babe.”
Darryl leaned to kiss my cheek. Instead, I turned into the kiss, allowed my lips to clamp onto to his as my tongue dipped between his teeth, plundering, coating his mouth with my copious saliva. He was caught off-guard, even more so when I pushed him against the wall, swirling and twirling my mouth organ in a frenetic dance.
“I want you to fuck me now,” I whispered before I nipped his earlobe.
“But Thor and Uma are—”
“—keeping each other occupied.” I lifted, stared into his eyes. “Please, fuck me right now. I need you in me,” I pleaded.
He led the way to the bedroom. Before the door closed, I’d ripped his shirt open and was making good headway on his pants.
“Damn, you are a tiger today. What’s gotten into you?”
Uma.
I felt his eyes on me but said nothing as I pulled his fast-stiffening cock from his BVDs. Panties were dropped to the floor before I turned, flipped the skirt over my ass, leaned over the bed. I pulled my slick pussy lips wide, showing the pink.
Darryl inhaled sharply, then a cock was knocking at the door. I moaned as he slipped inside my lubricated walls, sighed as I felt his bush on my ass. I unhinged; pistoned on his cock like well-oiled machinery in my need. I fingered my clit and in seconds, my entire body locked as tingles zipped up my calves, across my thighs and exploded between my clit and pussy. Darryl hiccupped, and said “Oh, damn,” before joining me somewhere over our private rainbow.
Uma.
She was hired almost immediately after Thor’s birth. Really. My husband was very old-fashioned about some things and the nourishment of Thor was one of them. No formula for his boy. Titty milk is what he wanted and expected.
Oh, I tried. I had great hope when my 32 AA’s swelled to 32 C’s with my pregnancy. And after the birth, when I saw the first glistening of colostrums, I was more than prepared to nurse my new son. Didn’t happen. He’d gummed me for no longer than a minute, then turned to the ceiling screaming. I shifted him to the other slightly leaking breast. Same result.
“Let’s
try the breast pump,” the kind nurse suggested.
I relaxed as the plastic tube was fitted over my nipple and the plunger pulled backwards. What little breast tissue I had was sucked into the contraption. It was a bit painful, but so what? My baby needed milk. After ten minutes of suctioning, I was sick to see less than a tablespoon of milk had been retrieved and not a drop more followed.
My baby spit out the pacifier and was now screaming to the heavens again. I cried along with him. The nurse slid a warm soy-milk filled bottle into my hands and sat Thor back in my lap. I looked at it in horror.
“My husband…he doesn’t like formula,” I said through my tears, hoping that she’d somehow understand what sin I was committing even holding the bottle.
The nurse nodded and patted my hands. “Might not, but I don’t like hungry babies either. Feed.”
“He’ll be upset.”
She leaned down to my eye level. “Then you both need to come up with a solution before this baby starves to death.” She pushed the hand holding the bottle toward Thor’s squalling mouth. “Feed.”
Thor hungrily sucked the milk into his stomach as my stomach swirled waiting for Darryl.
As I imagined, Darryl had foamed at the mouth, accusations on the tip of his tongue as he listened to the nurse explain that I was dry. Agalactia, she called it. After she left, he turned disappointed eyes on me. “I’ll fix this,” he’d said through clenched teeth, eyes drifting down in disdain to my useless mammary glands, before stomping through the door.
And he did.
Uma was waiting for us as we arrived home from the hospital. I was taken aback at the short, brown woman, wide of hips, with a thick waist, breasts jutting from her chest rivaling the best producing Jersey’s udder, helping us from the car.