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It was early morning when Karen finally woke up. At
first she didn't even remember going to bed, but as she slowly sat up her
memory began to come back. As she looked down at herself her foggy memory
recalled her mother having given her the enema followed by her
masturbating in the bathroom and then flopping into bed. What she could
not figure out was how she had gotten her clothes off and her nightgown
on. As she looked around the room she spotted the clothes she had on
yesterday neatly folded on a chair. She then guessed correctly that her
mother had come in at some time during the night and put her to bed
properly.
Karen lazily rose from the bed and went over to the dresser where she dug
out a new nursing bra and pair of panties. Putting on the bra she became
aware of how swollen and painful her breasts were. She then rummaged
around in the closet for something to wear. Finding a clean sleeveless
blouse and pair of shorts she put them on along with bobbysox and her new
tennis shoes and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her
hair. While doing so she marveled at how good she felt in spite of the
previous evening's activities.
Feeling she had better urinate she lowered her shorts and panties and sat
on the commode. This brought back more memories of the previous night and
how she had sat in exactly this same spot and brazenly masturbated herself
while openly fantasizing about her mother. As she began to ruminate once
more about the strangeness of her attraction for her mother she admitted
to herself that she had indeed enjoyed the feel of her mother's hands on
her.
She did enjoy having her mother's finger up her ass - especially the
second time when it felt like Janet was finger fucking her. It still
seemed to Karen as if her mother had been purposely trying to stimulate
her. This made her wonder if somehow the attraction might be mutual. Was
there even the slightest possibility that Janet was sexually attracted to
her, she wondered.
The whole thing started to seem to her to border on the ridiculous when
she tried to imagine herself engaged in some sort of sex act with her
mother. For the life of her, she just couldn't picture herself going down
on her mother or vice versa. It was too outrageous. Did she want to do it?
Absolutely not! What then, she wondered, would she do if given the
opportunity to be sexual with her?
Then it occurred to her that if, instead of lying on her back in solitary
masturbation while fantasizing about her, her mother were there watching
her and she could look at her when she came, maybe that would solve this
whole business and remove the years-long fascination she had about it.
Karen then blushed at the thought of having her mother watch her jack off
or even the thought of ever asking her mother to do such a thing. But it
would be exciting she admitted to herself;
awful-filthy-dirty-rotten-perverted - but so exciting!
Mixed among all of these confusing and troublesome thoughts was the
dreadfully arousing sense that something was on the brink of changing.
Karen couldn't, however, bring any of these lines of thinking to a
sensible, logical conclusion and decided to just let it go and let things
take their own course.
***
"Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for hours?" her mother
asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was rocking the baby
while watching a game show on television.
"Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept for centuries! How's
Sally?" Karen asked, looking down at her child.
"You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you were already zonked
out. I got you into bed and that was some chore, believe me! Sally's just
fine - probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all night long.
Are you sure you're OK?"
"Fine, except my tits ache," Karen said, absentmindedly cupping her
breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't you give me Sally and
we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could use the relief."
Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the other end
of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder,
she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast with a
huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the baby up to her breast where
it began to suckle.
"That's better, huh," her mother commented as she stood up. "Let me get
you a cup of coffee."
"Let's just hope it lasts," Karen said resignedly.
After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen took it
over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down to nap.
Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was
obvious she was uncomfortable.
"Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion."
"What's that mother," Karen asked, wearily.
"Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your breasts when
you get this way."
"Mother - really! You come up with the most old fashioned ideas. Does
anybody really do that anymore?"
"Does it really matter, Karen," Janet exclaimed, exasperated with her
daughter's attitude, "it works - or at least it did years ago. I don't see
that it wouldn't today, do you?"
"Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one of those
breast pump things and they're expensive as hell."
"You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use my hands and it
worked just fine. Besides, you can save the milk and we can use it to feed
Sally when you're not around or are asleep or whatever."
"That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special technique you
have to learn, or something?"
"If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's really nothing to it,
you know."
"OK, why don't you show me how it's done."
Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said, "OK, why
don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier if those things
aren't in the way." Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as she
did so she began to feel a little squeamish at the idea of being totally
bare-breasted in front of her mother. 'That's silly,' she thought, 'she's
my mother, for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she
divested herself of the garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who
she caught staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge,
turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry
puckered areole.
At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's face as much
the same one she had seen so many years ago and had been seeing regularly
in her fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten involuntarily.
"Mother, are you OK?" Karen asked hesitantly.
"Oh, yes, dear, - fine," Janet seemed to jerk out of her pre-occupation,
"I was just admiring what you inherited from me that I never had - sorry
if I embarrassed you." Karen was taken aback at her mother's
forthrightness causing her to remain silent without comment.
Janet then suggested, "It would probably be easiest if you would sit
upright in a straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over your shoulder
and show you how it's done."
Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at the
realization that her mother probably intended to touch her breasts in
demonstrating the milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet would
demonstrate on herself.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother?" Karen queried.
"Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen," Janet said rising from the
couch and heading toward the back end of the house. Still absentmindedly
absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother. When
they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out from the table and
motioned for Karen to seat herself which she did, rigidly and ramrod
straight. When Karen was seated, her mother went around behind her and
bent over her.
"Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your right tit
and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand on the other one and
imitate what I'm showing you, OK?"
"Sure, I guess," Karen muttered anxiously, "but won't we need something to
catch the milk in?"
"Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the milk.
Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go all over the
place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done."
Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down with her
hand and cupped it under her right breast. "Go on, use your left hand and
put it under your tit like I'm doing."
When Karen did it, her mother said, "Now put your thumb on top and your
index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two fingers since your
nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and
press downward. Then, while you press downward, pull out at the same time.
See," Janet said as she did what she described and a spray of milk shot
out from her daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of them.
"Simple, huh. Now you try it," Janet said.
Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she began to
express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother instructed her to
adjust the position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was
surprised to see a number of long streams of milk jettison from the tip of
her nipple.
"The important thing is to get a rhythm going," Janet coaxed, "now see if
you can do it along with me," and she began to slowly milk her daughter's
right breast with Karen doing her left about at the same pace. Pretty soon
both breasts were shooting milk simultaneously creating a wet mess on the
floor, but neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.
After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she was becoming
extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and she could feel her cunt
begin to moisten. Even more confusing to her was the realization that she
was so aroused that if they didn't stop this pretty soon she might have on
orgasm. But she couldn't stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she
just remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself, feeling the
climax slowly building in both her groin and her breasts. She was
entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake all over.
Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as well.
"My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf." Janet came around
from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her daughter. Looking up,
she could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with large red spots
and her face was likewise flushed and swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps,
averted her eyes as her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to
support herself.
"You're not sick, are you?" Janet queried as she looked up into Karen's
glazed eyes. Then it hit her. "Oh, no, you're not sick at all. You were
just about to cum, weren't you, Karen."
Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion began to
form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and
cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. "It's OK,
darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I mean, after all, tits
are erogenously sensitive aren't they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who
is doing it, does it?" Janet added solicitously.
"Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed," Karen almost wailed.
"Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually, you should
consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits. You must have
inherited those from me too." When Karen only moaned in response Janet
asked, "You didn't come though, did you, dear?"
After a silent moment Janet continued, "It's Ok if you..." and seeing
Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on, "well, uh, if you still
want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind."
"Oh, god, mother," Karen sobbed, "I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe this
is happening."
Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter, began to
slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the courage she could,
Karen turned her head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were
diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in her mother's white
blouse, the first three buttons of which were undone. The garment was
loose and Janet wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen
a full view of her mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were
obviously in a state of erection.
Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't remembered her mother's
breasts as having such large nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it
would be like to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought thrilled
her and added more fuel to her already firedup state. She was painfully
aware of her predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to
reality. "Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten
very aroused and must be right on the brink of cumming. If you want to, I
don't mind."
Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her left hand
was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed it sending another
squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's face,
blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet removed a hand from Karen's
thigh and reached up to cup Karen's free breast, the one she had been
demonstrating on previously and began to squeeze it again. This caused the
younger woman to continue fondling her other tit and in a couple of
moments Karen had forgotten her embarrassment as her sexual excitement
returned and her breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual
abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked. Arousal
overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and
said, "Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you... suck my nipple...
please? I just want... I need, to have my tit sucked right now!"
Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally gotten
to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing
for a short moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word, she
then bent her head forward and lifted the breast she was fondling to her
open mouth and stuck out her tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a
jet of milk into her mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled Karen's
breast forward and clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to
forcefully suck. After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said
to her daughter, "If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate yourself,
that's OK too, dear."
"Mom... I don't need to... please don't stop!" was Karen's quick response
as she continued to milk her other breast furiously. As Janet hurriedly
resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the milking motion
she was using and grabbed her nipple between her thumb and fingers and
began to viciously pull and twist on it.
"Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please... suck harder...
faster... oh god, yessssssss... here it cums... now... oh, my god,
mother... I'm cumming... chew my nipple off... oh, fuck!" As Karen's body
went rigid and then began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed
her whole breast once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long,
forceful stream of milk high into the air.
Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the spasms
subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then quit sucking her
and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.
"That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like that." Both
women then looked at each other and began to laugh. Seeing that her
daughter was really exhausted Janet said, "Come on, dear, let's get you
into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.
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