turns around abruptly. "What about the milk?" she asks.
"Oh, that's o.k, " I answer. "I was due for a fresh supply anyway. Don't like to keep it right up to the 'sell-by' date."
"When my children were still around I bought milk like it was going out of style" she says. "Except when they were nursing, that is"
"I've heard nursing can be kind of uncomfortable" I replied, . . . thinking that was a stupid thing to say.
"I really didn't have any problems with nursing" she said. "Some women gave soreness of the nipples, and chafing, but I never did. My main problem was overproduction of milk, which isn't uncommon".
"What's that do?" I asked.
"I'm kind of busty anyway, and nursing seemed to add a lot of bulk to my breasts. I felt like I was walking around with 2 watermelons under my shirt" she said.
Her nipples, as she described this condition, became conspicuously erect. I stared directly at them and said, "Yeah, I'll bet that was something to see!" I say, with my typical poor choice of words.
"See is right!" she said. "It was easy to notice. My bra size is bad enough now, but when nursing, it got extreme. I'm sure I looked like a milk factory. Making matters worse, around feeding time, I'd become so engorged with milk that it would literally start dripping. Pretty embarassing in a light blouse!"
"Wow, I never knew that", I stammered. My cock had pushed down the leg of my shorts, my hard-on looked obscene. It was all too obvious that the thought of milk dripping from those beautiful breasts had given me a huge boner. I tried to hide it with my left hand, but she looked down at my bulge periodically as we talked. You could see the exact outline of my penis.
Then she tilted her head and stared right at my erection. "I can see this is making you a little uncomfortable ." she said with a grin. I'd better go, honey. Don't be embarassed, my husband was the same way. That'd set him off every time. I was always amazed at how crazy he got over that stuff. He couldn't think of anything else until I got him settled down."
"Well thanks for dropping by. I'd better go 'settle myself down' now" I said with a chuckle.
"That never worked for him" she said. "He always needed me to do it."
"Sounds like you had your hands full", I said -- another poor choice of words.
"You might say that", she said. "I had to 'milk' him almost every day".
It wasn't unusual for and I to joke around, but this was way over the top. I couldn't take any more. I was sick of jerking-off. Doing WITHOUT was doing me IN.
"You probably got really good at it, though" I said.
"Oh, I suppose. I never got any complaints, but I'm out of practice now", she said.
", please don't be offended, but would you consider letting me see your breasts for just a minute?" I blurt.
"Oh, honey! I think I'd better go now." she said with a sweet smile. "That could cause things to get out of control."
"I understand, .", I said. "Thanks for not getting mad."
"Oh, I'm not mad at you, doll." she said. "I just don't want to do anything complicated."
Sensing defeat, I withdrew, but said sheepishly, "You can make the rules, if you want, ".
She laughed, strangely charmed by my desperate state.
"O.K., Sweety. Here are the rules" she said. "I show you my breasts, you show me your thing, then I go."
"Want me to go first?" I said, eyebrows raised, reaching for my shorts.
"Sure, go ahead. . . You're such a cutie" she said with a smile.
I unbuttoned my shorts to reveal an erection at full mast. walked right over, wrapped her hand around my shaft and lightly squeezed a couple of times along the shaft, then cupped her hand over the head and squeezed again, as though to register something in her tactile memory.
“That IS hard, Sweety!” she said. “Well, I guess it’s my turn.”
She nonchalantly pulled her shirt over her head. Leaving only a white brassiere. I stood like a statue (with it’s dick sticking straight out), my attention focused entirely on the biggest tits I’d ever seen. She reached behind to unhook her bra, then gently pulled the straps down over her shoulders. Once her breasts were fully exposed, I was completely mesmerized. The gravity of the moment was immediately apparent. I knew then I'd never forget it. Just above a whisper, I mumbled to myself “Those have to be the most beautiful tits in the world.”
"Oh, now dear." she said.
, now topless, took on a more vulnerable persona. She drew her shoulders slightly forward as though to partially hide her bare chest. It only pressed them closer together, making them look even bigger, and more perfect, if that’s possible. I finally looked up at her face. Her expression was like that of a schoolgirl – a very mature, super hot, full lipped, beautiful schoolgirl. This woman really was a work of art.
“I don’t know what to say, .” I stammered. “Except. . . Thank You. . . Thank you SO much!. . . I never thought I’d see anything so beautiful in all my life.”
“Oh, you’re such a dear. Come over here.” she said, arms outstretched, offering me a hug as she moved in closer. I stood motionless as she wrapped her arms around me. My baggy shorts floated to the floor, when I lifted my arms to return her nurturing hug.
“You’re the sweetest man” she says with the blunt end of my erection pointing straight into her belly. “I’m gonna fix you before I go, honey.”
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