Spilt Milk

She loves me?

She loves me!

Joy, pure joy. My mind tried to remind me that Evelyn had said that before to me early on, that it was just a part of her Mommy fantasy to say that to her ‘boy’, and that we hadn’t known each other long enough for her to love me but my heart would hear none of it. My heart believed.

“Come with me.” She whispers urgently as she takes me by the hand and leads me out of the room.

I don’t even look to see where we are going, my eyes are locked on her beautiful face as she pulls me down the hall. What pretty red hair she had. We end up in the living room, a more opulent one I’d never been in. There was a big stone fireplace, a television as wide across as I was tall, gorgeous gray cotton furniture that could seat eight or more people comfortably, a tasteful amount of art, and various tables and the like. I give it all the barest of glances, my focus still glued to the woman who loved me. Loved me!

She takes me to one of the long comfy sofas and sits down at one end. As she turns and faces me I could see tears in her hazel eyes! Moving swiftly but gently she guides me to lay down beside her with my head on her lap. With growing impatience she exposes her right breast and looks down at me, hesitant to ask what I knew she wanted to ask. I save her the trouble. I knew what she wanted.

Shifting up and turning into her I nuzzle my nose against her plump nipple. “Yessss!” She urges. “Good boy.”

Opening my lips I very tenderly take her nipple into my mouth…and nurse.

“Ohhhhh God!” She sighs as if some long endured ache had at last been soothed. Her eyes roll back and her whole body relaxes. “Oh babyyyy.”

“Mmm, mmm.” I coo happily as I suckle at her soft teat. “Mmm.”

“Good boy, such a good boy.” She now eases into it, a look of absolute blissful peace coming over her. For a long time she simply gazes down at me on her breast, glowing with pure maternal joy. Very slowly, very gently, she strokes her fingers through my hair as her gaze penetrates right down into my very soul. “I love you.”

“Hmmmmmm.” I snuggle closer and nuzzle deeper into her big boob, my suckling and lapping tongue intensifying just a bit.

“You’re hungry.” She smiles like the angel she is. “I know. I know.” She strokes my hair and my cheek and neck, her other arm now cradling me to her. “I’ve been doing some reading baby. They say…” Her smile grows brighter. “…they say a Mommy can…produce milk, even without giving birth. They say…they say that she just needs someone to nurse on her. They say…they say she needs it every day…every single day, more than once a day.” Closing her eyes she lets out a sigh of growing pleasure. “Ohhhhh.” She swallows and opens her eyes again. “We’d have to work real hard at it, okay? Would you like that? Is it okay if Mommy feeds you…for real?”

“Mmmmm.” I nod without breaking my seal.

“Ohhhhh, good boy, good boyyyy.” As I nurse she looks down over my body as if it were the most beautiful thing in all the world. Reaching down with her left hand she starts to untie the belt of my robe. “I’m going to put a finger inside of you today. Just like we need to train my body, we need to start getting yours ready too. Is it okay if I put a finger in your bum today?” She asks. “Just one, I promise it won’t hurt that much.”

“Mmmmm.” I nod again. Right now she could ask me to stand in front of a speeding train and I would probably do it. The only thing I wanted was to make her happy.

“Thank you Donald.” She leans down to kiss my head. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Mmmm.” The longer I suckled on her nipple the better it felt. It was a strange mix of submissive arousal and a deep tranquility. The indescribable sensation was far more emotional than physical, damn near spiritual really. I knew my own mother had bottle fed me. Evelyn’s mammaries were the first I had really gotten to suck on for extended periods of time and it was just wonderful. By pure instinct the normal sucks and nibbles I would do with another lover had become a rhythmic lapping and suckling. I wasn’t just playing, I was sucking with a purpose now as I attempted to genuinely nurse and draw milk from her into my mouth.

Opening my robe she pushes one side across my hip to expose my body to her. Her supple hand pets up and down my sensitive flesh. Feeling my chest and tummy and thighs she explores every detail with her palm and fingers and eyes. She teases a finger at my belly button, she flits her thumb over a mole, she touches an old scar I had at my hip from one of my childhood beatings. A momentary look of pain crosses her face as she tenderly strokes the small scar, as if trying to make the boo-boo go away. She looks back down into my eyes telling me without even needing words that I was safe, that I was loved, and that I was hers.

“Ohhhhhh.” She lets out a long sigh, at the same time I feel her cock flex along my shoulder as hard oak once more. “Ohhhh God…when you suck…I feel it. I feel it in my…clit and…ohhhh myyy God.” Her eyes were sort of hazy and unfocused, her plump pink lips now parted as her breathing picked up. Her right arm keeps me held firmly into her

Needless to say I keep on suckling, my nostril hiss as I breath slow to the steady rhythm of my suckle, suckle, suckle.

She continues to caress my body, her hand eventually finding its way to my groin. She fondles my penis and massages my balls, seemingly just happy to be touching them based on the soft smile on her face. “Sooo precious.” She whispers. “I’m gonna buy my boy a super special cage for his little guy. Would you like that?”

I nod, not really registering what she was asking and not really caring either. If it made her happy it made me happy.

“Mom wants to protect her boy from all those nasty girls out there.” She says, jealousy flashing in her eyes. “Those floozies don’t deserve you. My little man deserves a good woman. A woman who is going to look after him right. Not those nasty slutty selfish girls don’t know how to treat a man. They’re no good for you baby. Okay?”

“Mmm.”

“That’s right. Ohhhh.” She moans. “You are making me feel soooo good.”

Bringing my free hand up I rest on the bare breast that I am nursing from, just holding it there to feel the soft warm skin. All goes quiet as we settle into a long silent spell of nursing and petting and cradling and cuddling. I am very quickly hard again from her gentle fondling. I wondered when this finger in my bum thing was going to happen but Evelyn was in no rush as her mood entered a sort of mellow euphoria. At my side I feel as her massive rock hard cock occasionally flexed. Her beaming blushing joyful face had almost drunken look to it now. Her breath continued to very gradually pick up and her body began to very subtly twist and heave. At her nipple, my eyes closed, I never cease my nuzzles and licks and suckles. “Mmm, mmmmmm.” I mewl contentedly, happy to stay here for the rest of my life if that is what she wanted.

“Ohhhh sweet boyyy.” Something had changed. I could sense it in her motions. Opening my eyes I look up to see her gazing down into me with a look of overwhelmed…pain? Ecstasy? I couldn’t tell what was happening. Her mouth wide, small squeaking noises emanating from her throat, her eyes loll back. “Ohhhh Donald! What is…happening?” Was she about to…!? “Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Tight against my shoulder I feel a powerful pulsing throb, throb, throb followed a sudden hot dampness leeching through the thick robe. She was cumming! I wasn’t sure about her pussy but her cock was definitely orgasming. She was blowing her lady load into the interior of her robe her, dick not having actually been touched by either her or I.

She gasps in a great breath as her body shudders and her cradling arm grips me tight. “HAHHHH!” Her hips being to buck up against me as she has busts one hell of a nut.

Continuing to nurse I look up at her in awe, my mother-goddess, as her beautiful expressive face goes through the throes of orgasm.