Just then there was a soft knock at the door. It must be her friend, the manager. There is an unspoken rule that other employees are never to disturb Leanne while she’s in the office—hence the sign “Women at Work”!
Assuming it’s her friend, she called out, “Come in!”
The door opened a crack, which was puzzling because if it was her friend, she would just slip in quickly and close the door behind her for privacy.
A quiet male voice muttered from behind the door, “Uh, Leanne, it’s Kenny. I’m really, really sorry to disturb you, but the manager said to tell you…”
However, with all the noise from the restaurant, she couldn’t make out what he was saying. “What!?! Is that you, Kenny?? I can’t hear you… Just step inside but keep your gaze forward, hon.”
Kenny tentatively stepped inside, and as instructed, kept his line of vision trained in the direction of the hallway and repeated what he was saying, “… to tell you the waitress who missed her bus just made it in and will cover for you. When you come back out, she’ll open her station then. The manager said to take the time you nee…”
He must have forgotten why he was facing the hallway and out of habit (or perhaps because he couldn’t resist peeking), Kenny started to turn his head in Leanne’s direction as he finished his sentence.
The sight of the fertile goddess Leanne—because that was exactly how she looked—made him trail off on his last words. He remained stock still, gazing at Leanne seated in the club chair, with her uniform skirt riding halfway up her thighs (she was, up until then, by herself and not concerned with decorum), the pump attached to her right breast, and her heavy left breast already exposed, waiting for its turn to be pumped.
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Now, Leanne couldn’t know this, but young Kenny has long revered and worshipped lactating women. We’ll never know if he would have developed this kink on his own, but both of his older sisters breastfed their children and, being crunchy granola types, were never shy about covering up when they did so.
He had absolutely no desire to suckle at his sisters’ breasts, but he never forgot the transition between the intense angst from needing to feed or pump, and the ensuing relief, even ecstasy, once the goal had been achieved. And he always admired the power of the lactating woman, and more and more, when he perused porn, he might enter the magic keywords “lactation,” “adult breastfeeding,” “ANR,” etc.
It didn’t help that he already harbored a secret (or not so secret) crush on Leanne, admiring the way her body blossomed as she grew heavy with pregnancy, her already nice bust getting more and more full with each passing day.
He knew the women at the restaurant thought he was young and perhaps inexperienced. The truth was he just had very specific tastes. And anyway, these days he only had eyes for Leanne, even though they seemed worlds apart.
He’s pulled on his heavy dick so many nights fantasizing about her, making love to her soft, full body, all the plush curves overfilling his hands and his mouth, running his tongue all over that warm skin, sinking his tongue deep in her pussy, lick her clit and make her cum again and again, and finally sinking his hot cock deep inside the cozy gateway to her womb. Fuck, she’s like a fertility statue come to life.
And once she had the baby, he watched in fascination as her body seemed to magically shrink while her breasts stayed full. He loved admiring her pregnant body, but her MILFY, almost bimbo-like, physique was also very, very appealing—the slim hips with the perky butt, the narrow waist, and fuck yes, the huge milky tits.
His fantasies now turned to perhaps watching her feed her baby, maybe saving a bit of her warm milk for him. Then once the baby drifts off to sleep, he would make slow and very thorough love to her, taking his time to give her body time to produce the next round of milk that, if he was lucky, she’d let him drink from her, and if he’s very, very lucky, let him do this while his cock is deep inside her hot pussy with her in cowgirl, her milky breasts half smothering him and feeding him.
He’s never seen Leanne pump her milk or feed her baby, but he’s seen his sisters do it umpteen times. And he’s never done it (well, maybe he did as a baby, but he wouldn’t remember it), but he would know exactly how to gently suck on a nipple to coax let-down—literally when the breast “lets down” the first drops of sweet milk before the real flow starts.
He’s envisioned this so many times, he can imagine it as if it has happened: with his gentle hand on her breast, just as the first drops of milk start to wink out of the nipple, he’d hold his tongue out, look up at Leanne, then wrap his college-boy lips around it, give the nipple a more insistent suck, much as a baby would. And drink. Long, steady swallows.
Simultaneously, he would move aside whatever clothing she was wearing, start to rub his thumb on her clit, first teasingly, then more insistently. His hand that had been on her breast would then likely move down to his bulge which he would rub and squeeze, getting it ready for her, to pleasure her…
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All this was going through his mind as he was half-turned towards Leanne, standing just inside the door. She noticed his voice had trailed off so looked up. For a second, he was petrified she would be angry that he was casting eyes on her. But she wasn’t. Perhaps she was distracted. Perhaps she was just too surprised. She held his gaze for a second then said quietly, “You want to close that door, hon?”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He stepped quickly inside, closed the door, and turned the little latch to lock it. His head felt hot, yet he also felt a sense of calm. This was probably as close as he’ll ever get to realizing any part of his fantasies, if only to gaze at her womanly beauty as she did her mother’s business.
He stood there, somewhat transfixed, his eyes never leaving her wonderful bust, the breasts encased in her black nursing bra, with the familiar pyramid-shaped cups lowered, thereby featuring the breasts even more prominently. He could feel his young cock stiffen inside his work chinos, beneath his bar-back apron.
Leanne could see the fascination, appreciation and, yes, desire in his eyes. Not that this has ever happened before, but she bargained that most young men would run screaming if they encountered a woman pumping her breastmilk.
Kenny’s reaction was unexpected, peculiar, and a huge turn-on. And as mentioned, she hasn’t enjoyed a man’s attention or felt a man’s touch in a while. Already she could feel her neglected MILF pussy creaming readily.
“Could you give me a hand, Kenny?” she asked. “Would you take this filled-up bottle and put it in the fridge? I was just going to pump half of each side, but since you tell me I have time, I think I’ll just empty completely. This first one is already full though. I usually fill up 3 bottles between the two sides.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He knew she was 7-8 years older than him, but he was brought up to address all females older than himself as “ma’am.” He slowly made his way towards her, as if in a trance, just as she was snapping shut the top to the first filled bottle.
He gently took it from her, the sensation of the body-warm milk permeating through the container to his fingers making his cock twitch, and he could feel a bead of precum seeping up. His head felt hot, and he was a little light-headed.
He was thankful to have a small chore to do for Leanne as a distraction, the few steps to the little fridge allowing him a small respite from the visual feast that was Leanne and her pendulant breasts and her curvy body.
The bottle safely stowed in the fridge, he made his way back to Leanne and asked, “Do you need help with anything else?”
She looked up at him, not missing the bulge behind his apron, and said, “No, I don’t need anything, but I wouldn’t mind some company. I can cover up, if that’s better…?”
“No, you’re fine. My sisters used to breastfeed and pump with me in the room. I kinda got used to it.” He answered.
She flashed him a small smile. “Did you stare at them, too?” she asked sweetly.
He smiled back sheepishly. “No, ma’am. I didn’t have a crush on my sisters. What they were doing was… biological.”
“Oh? Are you saying you have a crush on me? A single mom?” She asked, in an even more teasing tone.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve had a crush on you since I started here. You are so natural and easy with people, so good at your job, always so nice to me. Well, to everyone.” Then he flushed beet red. “And so pretty, of course.”
“Aw, thanks. At least ‘til I got knocked up, right. I kind of wondered if a college-boy like you would look at me and think, ‘there goes another townie, barefoot and pregnant.’”
“Oh my God, not at all. I’m so in awe of you. Kind of TMI, but my crush turned into a deep infatuation as your pregnancy progressed. You were so beautiful. Well, you are beautiful now, even more so.”
“OK, full confession: I always check when the schedule goes up every week to see when we work at the same time. Sometimes I switch shifts with the other bar-back to work the same nights as you. I have to be cool about it. I wouldn’t want him to figure it out. Although he’s probably too stoned half the time to notice.” He laughs, feeling self-conscious and wondering if he’s babbling.
“Well, aren’t you a sweetheart. You sure know how to make an old lady feel good about herself,” she replied, her eyes gentle, and still mindful of his obvious arousal.
In the back of her mind, she thinks she should cover up more, but there is nothing to cover with, and anyway he had told her he was used to it. Or so he said. If she were honest, she would admit she just enjoyed his puppy-dog eyes on her. And his hard-on just a couple of feet from her face.
He chuckled lightly. “You may be older than me, but you’re no old lady. No, ma’am. You are what rude boys would call a M.I.L.F.”
She laughed and shook back her hair flirtatiously, her heavy breasts jiggling as she did so. “And would you?” She asked brazenly.
“Would I…” he repeated hesitantly, straining hard to hold her gaze and not let his gaze slip downward to her beautiful breasts.
“Like to F…” she teased.
“Well, ma’am. It’s not gentlemanly to admit it, but since you mention it, yes. Yes, I would. Some day. In a heartbeat.”
“Well… it’s not lady-like to admit it, but maybe I would like you to. And not just someday. Maybe today. In the time we have. It’s been a while… will you… will you start by putting your mouth on me while I finish pumping…?”
He reached back and started to undo the tie to his apron. “I would be honored to help you in any way I can, ma’am.”
Kenny threw the uniform garment carelessly on the side chair and sank to his knees between her half-parted thighs. Leanne began to pull up her khaki skirt while he stared longingly at her naked right breast, with one drop of milk already at the end of the nipple, like a raindrop except for its translucent pearly hue.
He looked up at her and asked, almost sheepishly. “May I taste your milk? It’s gonna spill anyway…”
Leanne was astonished to be asked such a thing. It never occurred to her that an adult would want to taste something produced for a baby. Somewhere she had heard tell of grown men having a fetish for mother’s milk, but she didn’t feel like this was the case. Or was it? Anyway, Kenny’s manner was so endearing, he was irresistible. And hey, that drop of milk indeed was about to drip and stain her clothing.
“Um, sure. Let me know how it tastes. I’ve never tried it.” She giggled slightly, feeling vaguely embarrassed by her own daring.
He tilted his face upward and brought his face closer to her body and, as if in rapture, let his tongue show just beyond his lips and posed it directly beneath the droplet to let it trickle down his tongue.
His eyes draped half-closed as he let his lips press lightly together and his taste buds savor the light and sweet taste for the very first time. And just as before, simultaneously and as if an echo of the drop of breastmilk, he could feel his hard, young cock weep up another bead of precum.
“So?? How is it? How does it taste? I’m so curious!” she inquired.
“Light, warm, sweet. Wonderful.” He looks up at her, desire hot in his eyes. “Do you mind if I have more? Please? I’ve dreamt about it for a long time. I hope you don’t mind me telling you. I mean, I’ve dreamt about you for a long time, not just this. But also this.”
“Really?? You like it that much? Uh, OK? Is it like a fetish…?” She stammered.
“I don’t know from fetish. I just know I want to taste you. Every part of you. Starting with this. OK?” He wanted her consent…(Continued in Comments)
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“OK, baby. You can have a bit more if you want. Lord knows I make more than my baby can drink. I have so much stored up in my fridge, I think if I never pump again…. Ahh!”
Her babbling was cut off as Kenny wrapped his adoring mouth more fully around her bare nipple, and just as he’d fantasized many times in his reveries, lovingly coaxed the milk about of the dark, fat nipple.
With one hand, he gently massaged the breast, feeling the hardness of it from all the milk, and knowing that soon, it will be light as he emptied the precious fluid into his mouth and down his throat. With his other hand, he continued pushing up her skirt and slipped his thumb inside her panty to search for her clit.
His mouth was busy, but he smiled to himself feeling how wet she was. Yep, every bit a dream M.I.L.F. Milky, horny, wet. The pump had already gone quiet, her first breast sufficiently drained.
The only noise in the office were their soft moans, Leanne enjoying the triple pleasure of having her second engorged breast drained, the mouth loving on her nipple, and the strong thumb working her clit.
And Kenny making low guttural sounds in the back of his throat as he drank steadily from his long-time crush’s sumptuous teat. It was a dream come true and he momentarily forgot what they had alluded to earlier, the second half of M.I.L.F.
They continued their mutual enjoyment for several more minutes, Kenny’s hand continuing to gently knead Leanne’s breast, feeling the gradual emptying of it, the satisfaction of knowing all that lovely milk is now inside him. It was such an intimate feeling, not to mention a massive turn-on.
Once her breast was light again, he lowered his hand to his crotch to give his dick a squeeze to alleviate his own pressure. It was his turn to be engorged. They were well aware of the passage of time, but he wanted to taste her pussy before they had to go back.
He reluctantly unlatched his mouth from her soft breast, pushed her skirt up around her hips, pulled down her panties down past her knees, and dove his face between her legs.
The combined taste of her sweet milk and now her tangy pussy drove him absolutely wild. He yanked her panties past her feet, pull her hips down to the edge of the club chair, slung her legs over his shoulder, and set to eating her out in earnest.
Leanne was beside herself with pleasure. It has been long half year without anyone between her legs, and unexpectedly here was a virile young man worshipping her every which way. As was her habit with her ex, she pulled one knee into her chest to give Kenny better access.
He was feasting on her so good! College boy sure knew what to do with his tongue and his fingers. Holy hell! She was well aware they needed to get back to work, but she was desperate to get off. And if they have time, to suck him off, too!
“Yes, yes, yes, Kenny, just like that. Holy shit, you are good with your mouth, baby!” she whispered. “Yes, baby, just like that, tongue my clit and finger-fuck my little pussy. Mmmm, yes…”
He did as she commanded and, at the same time, reached down to unbutton his pants to free his cock. He didn’t even know if they would have time to give him relief, but his poor dick just couldn’t be encased in his pants any longer.
He continued to work Leanne’s pretty clit firmly with his tongue as he finger-fucked her with two fingertips of one hand and pulled on his leaking cock with the other hand. Leanne was moaning loudly and bucking hard against his face. Fuck, he loved to feel a woman cum on his mouth.
Finally, her breathing and bucking intensified as she grabbed hold of his head and mashed his face onto her snatch, her orgasm coursing through her lush body.
As her climax subsided, he gently drew out his fingers and slurped up the extra cream from her pussy. Kenny finally got his most extravagant wish granted—drinking Leanne’s milk and tasting her juices.
As she calmed down and cooed her satisfaction, he gently lapped up any remaining wetness from her pussy, inside her thighs, even sneaking his tongue down her taint. He loved all of her flavors and prayed he’ll have another chance with her, when he can take his time.
Finally, he stood up and made moves to close up his pants.
“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t go back to work like that, young man!” she mock-scolded him.
“What? We don’t have time to go all the way right now. Right?”
“Not all the way, but I want to taste your cream now. Show me.”
He was dying to cum, and anyway, she was irresistible. He took a step forward so that his hips were right in front of her face. Leanne missed not a beat, yanked down his pants, and stuffed his fat cock into her eager mouth. It had indeed been a while since she last enjoyed some cock meat, and she was thrilled to do it.
He groaned loudly as she expertly slobbered and slurped on his needy, dripping cock. He’d wanted her for so long… to finally have the woman of your fantasies, offering up her feminine charms then finally finishing him off… he felt like pinching himself, so much that it felt like a dream.
Maybe he could have lasted longer, but for once, he didn’t feel bad about finishing fast. They really did need to get back to work.
His hips bucked in the age-old rhythm in and out of her mouth, every now and then, the head of this cock teasing the back of her throat, that was how deep she was taking him in.
It wasn’t long before he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his balls as his orgasm coiled up. “Leanne, I’m gonna cum! Is it OK like this?”
She smiled inside, appreciating that he asked before cumming in her mouth. She pulled off for a moment to answer, “Yes, sweetie, shoot your young hot cum into the back of my throat. I don’t want to waste a single drop.”
With that encouragement, he let out a choked groan and pumped a hot load down her gullet, as instructed, his hands gently holding her head, his fingers in her hair. Leanne swallowed it all and continued to gently work his relaxing cock with her warm, loving mouth.
The bucking of Kenny’s hips slowed down and finally stopped, and their labored breathing coming back to normal. Leanne unlatched the breast pump, which was inert but still attached all this time, stood up, gathered her panties to put them on, and straightened her clothes.
Kenny did the same with his own attire then put his bar-back apron back on. As a parting gesture, Leanne rose on tippy toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and they shared a long, deep kiss, discovering their combined flavors.
“So, college boy, if you’re still feeling like helping an old lady out, I can use a hand or two around the house.” She said teasingly.
“Happy to oblige, ma’am.” He smiled, while on the back of his mind, he recalled her saying her baby can’t possibly drink all of the milk she makes …
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