Janet has a milky secret

You felt it first, warm and liquid-like, the sensation of something coating your hands. The smell was next, almost a rich earthy, dairy-like aroma, and you looked down to see the start of a thin stream coming out of Janet's breasts. You looked down at your hands before you turned back to look at her, the embarrassment on her face as she tried to turn her head away from you. "What's wrong?"

"I-I...I'm almost always heavy with milk," she whispered softly, still with her back to you but no longer confident in speaking with any sort of volume. She would've shied away if not for the fact that you were still behind her and had your hands cupping her breasts. "It's a condition that I came down with a few years ago and I've managed to take care of most of it wit h just pumping. But now, I can't seem to be able to pump enough or well enough to get all of the milk out."

You nodded slowly. Before, your former sister Tabitha had the same issue and you knew how painful it could be. She often remarked feeling heavy and like her breasts weren't empty enough and would soon be nearing a bursting point of pain. You also remembered how to solve it...

"Are you afraid that I would find that a problem?" You looked at her as she kept her face away from you and slowly you pulled her back until you were pressing yourself against her. "Janet, tell me, why would you think I would find that problematic?"

"Makes me feel like a cow, baby," she whispered again meekly. It puzzled you how a vibrant, larger than life woman could be rendered so insignificant over such a non-issue. Hell, being able to be milked had been one of your secret fetishes as Steve. Now, with a very much in need of milking woman in your hands, you became even harder. Although you wore boxers still, you had become as hard as you had been when Moesha asked you to breed her. Guess I know what Darrell's kinks are...

"Fuck that shit, girl...you're not a cow at all." You started to massage her breasts as Tabitha had shown you and immediately she began to moan and slowly grind against you and your cock pressed against her ass. "I'm going to take care of you when I'm here. When I'm not, we'll get you a better piece of equipment than this." slowly stepped back, guiding her with him, until he reached the sofa and slowly he sat her down before he laid her onto her back. She looked at him with a slight look of wonder in her eyes at how gentle yet controlling he was to her. "I'm going to take care of you, Janet...just relax."

You brought your lips down to her right breast to start, taking her nipple into your mouth and slowly you began to manipulate with your tongue, alternating between teasing with your tongue and sucking on it, illiciting a steady stream of milk into your mouth. Janet brought her hand up to your head and cradled you against her breasts, moaning softly and running her hand up and down your chest. "That's it...milk me, baby..."

After a good ten minutes, you switched to the other breast and she slowly began to moan louder, shifting on the couch, and she watched as you continued to nurse at her breast. By the time you were done, she brought you back to her lips where she kissed you deeply, tasting her own milk on your lips, before breaking it for a moment. "I don't feel full anymore, baby...thank you..."

You moved up next to her and held her as she rested her head against your chest, feeling exhausted but relieved at the same time. "I promise you, I'll take care of you. I always take care of my girls."

"Girls..." she laughed a little. "Aren't I too old to be called a girl?"

"Nope, figured you stroking my cock like you are doing right now means you're interested at least."

She laughed again as she continued to use her hand to pump you. "Tell me the truth...you fucked Moesha?"

"Yes," you responded, knowing better than to lie to the person holding your cock in their hands.

To your surprise, she leaned forward and kissed you. "That's fucking hot, baby. She and I often wondered about what it would be like, never thinking it would ever come to this." Janet rested her head back down and traced her finger up and down your shaft, pausing a few times to run circular patterns on your balls. "We even joked what it would be like to be pregnant at the same time." With your kid, she thought internally, though you kinda guessed that part.

"I'd like nothing more than to put one in you too, Janet..." you responded and she blinked in surprise before she looked at you.

"Are you serious?" she whispered.

You glanced at the tears forming in her eyes and instead of answer, you rolled her onto her back and slowly removed her panties. She was already incredibly wet as you slid into her. "I'm going to do my best to make your dream happen, Aunty J, if you'll be mine."

"Oh baby, fuck me like you fucked your grandma."