Ida's Milk

Chapter One

 

Ida wasn’t proud of cheating on her husband, but a woman had needs, damn it, and Roger wasn’t seeing to her needs. Yeah, maybe her body wasn’t in nearly as good a shape as it had been before she had her first kid. And the second baby hadn’t helped matters, but she was a year past the birth of Justine and her sex drive was back, but Roger’s wasn’t.

Flirting online was supposed to be an innocent and fun way to relieve a little pent-up sexual stress. She’d find a guy who was interested in her, which wasn’t exactly a problem, and since she had no intention of actually meeting up, she didn’t feel bad about using some old picture of her before the babies.

But when she started flirting with Thomas, things took a turn that was both better and worse. The first time they flirted, they both said some outrageous things, Ida used her vibrator to get off, and she didn’t give it a second thought. When he popped up on the app a couple of days later, she didn’t refuse his request to chat again. She got off again. And then they started flirting and virtually dating online every day for two weeks. It was the best two weeks of sex Ida had ever had, unfortunately it was mostly with herself.

Her guilt started getting to her. She was supposed to be a good Catholic girl (they didn’t really exist, but every Catholic already knew that) so she confessed her deception. Not to Roger, but to Thomas. She told him she was married, had two kids, her online profile picture was five years old, and she was a big liar about her life.

How big are your tits now? It was the first question he sent her after her confession.

She decided to be completely honest with him to drive him away. I used to be a B before kids. Now I’m a D or DD depending on the day and how full they are with milk. I’m still nursing.

That’s fucking hot, was his response.

You’re a fucking liar. The raw language wouldn’t drive him away because they had been positively vulgar in all their exchanges, but she tried it anyway.

Send me a picture of your boobs now. He had asked for nudes before, but she had always demurred claiming she didn’t do that. What pictures she had sent him were never of her face and were, at most, no more revealing than a typical swimsuit.

Seeing as she was being completely honest, Ida opened up her shirt, dropped the flaps to her nursing bra, aimed her phone’s camera at her naked tits, and captured the picture.

When she looked at it before sending, she saw her swollen breasts, her prominent nipples, and the blue veins visible under her soft, white skin. No man would find that attractive.

Making sure her face or other identifying information was in the background, she sent the picture to Thomas.

That’s fucking hot. I’d love to suck on your tits all day.

She knew he was just flirting so she fired back at him. They’re full of milk and I need to nurse my daughter in a few minutes.

Ida was surprised at his response. Save some for me?

She put down her phone and walked away, not knowing what to do, but knowing she wanted to meet him in person as soon as possible.

 

Making the actual arrangements to meet Thomas was the difficult part because she had to admit to herself exactly what she was doing and what it meant. The only reason to meet Thomas was for sex which meant cheating on her husband. It wasn’t a casual encounter or a chance meeting at a party or business convention. It was intentional, that was the worst and best part.

Ida was reluctant to meet Thomas at his place until he sent her pictures of his face, his driver’s license, and a few of his apartment. She was reasonably sure she’d be safe. If not, he’d be easy to track down. What to do with the kids? She handed them off to her mother claiming she needed to go to a doctor’s appointment without two crying children. Her mother didn’t question it at all; she was thrilled to watch her grandchildren for the afternoon; that only made Ida feel worse.

She tried not to think about all of that as she drove to Thomas’s apartment. He was a few years younger than her, unmarried, no kids and it occurred to Ida just then that she knew what he looked like from the pictures he had sent—torso and face; he was fairly fit—but he didn’t have the faintest idea of what she looked like—other than her boobs.

Her laughter in the car was borderline hysterical.

There was every opportunity to turn the car around, to drive somewhere else, to not park it, lock it, and go to door 214 and knock on it expecting to meet in person the man she fully intended to fuck instead of her husband.

When Thomas opened the door he was every bit as handsome in person as he was in his pictures—except the scent that floated out of his apartment was obviously a heavily sprayed artificial odor killer. He probably lived like a bachelor and used it as a last minute fix to a smell that wouldn’t go away.

“Ida?” he asked eagerly and happily after he opened the door. He didn’t size her up or stare at her tits, he looked her directly in the eyes, which she appreciated, even though it all might have been an act.

“Thomas?” she asked in reply, though it was obvious he was.

“Yes,” he said just as eagerly.

Ida nodded and said, “Next time don’t empty a can of Lysol in your place. Just clean and put some of those cinnamon rolls from a can in the oven. My mother would have said to bake bread, but that’s probably too complicated for you.” Somehow her first words in person to the man she intended to fuck were baking and cleaning advice.

“Oh,” he said, taken aback. “Do you…do you still want to come in?” He motioned for her to enter.

She nodded and pushed in. The apartment was clean and tidy and other than smelling like too much Lysol—and even a hint of Lysol was too much Lysol—it was fine. “Very nice,” she said. The furniture was utilitarian and the television that dominated the living area was hooked up to a video game console. On the screen was a scene paused in the middle of a zombie’s head exploding.

“Thanks,” he said. “Do you want a drink or something to eat?”

Ida found her courage and her purpose and knew that she had limited time. “No. I came here to fuck so let’s fuck.” She smiled at him.

Thomas was wearing jeans, white athletic socks—no shoes—and a t-shirt emblazoned with Deadpool riding a pink unicorn that was shitting a glittering rainbow turd. It made her wonder if he always dressed this was or if this was what he wore on dates. Not that this was really a date.

It was a date. There wasn’t dinner and a movie, but there was going to be fucking. It was a date.

He looked at her in surprise. “Really?”

She returned his wide-eyed look and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing the nursing bra she wore underneath. It wasn’t the sexist lingerie she owned because the limited sexy lingerie she owned hadn’t been worn in over a year and probably wouldn’t fit any longer. It wasn’t terrible, however. It had some lace and showed off the cleavage she had developed since her first pregnancy. “I came here to fuck,” she said not knowing where she had summoned up the courage to be bold and blunt, “so let’s fuck.”

Thomas, not believing in his good fortune, nodded in agreement and pulled his t-shirt off. His bare chest underneath was just as it had looked in the pictures, muscular without being muscle bound. In her panties, Ida felt her pussy quiver and dampen; this was what she wanted.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

He indicated the way and held out his hand to her, in a gentlemanly gesture. When she took his hand, she pulled herself to him. Their bodies became close and from there it was easy for Ida to lift up her chin so their lips met.

It had been years since she had kissed—really kissed—a man other than Roger. She remembered thinking to herself when they got married that she would never kiss another man in her life.

She had been wrong about that.

Thomas was a very good kisser. His tongue explored her mouth but he wasn’t overly aggressive. She allowed her hands to roam over his strong back and down to his ass. That was enjoyable.

He broke the kiss.

“You’re eager.”

“I haven’t been fucked in…in too long. Where’s your bedroom?”

This time he did lead her to his bed. It was made up and clean and she moved up against him again, kissing him, enjoying the height difference between them. She could feel his already hard cock pressed against her body.

“Enough of this,” she said, pushing him away and pulling at the button to his jeans. Popping it open, she lowered the zipper while going down on her knees as she pushed his jeans down along with his underwear. She was very eager.

His cock sprang out and she didn’t even take the time to admire it. Instead she engulfed the head in her mouth and sucked like a cheerleader on homecoming night. His scent was musky and similar to Roger’s, but just different enough to remind her she was definitely cheating on her husband. The salty flavor of his precum that unnecessarily lubricated her tongue and throat was more prevalent than her husband’s and she decided that was a bonus.

Just as she was getting into the blowjob, bobbing her head up and down on his length, while getting to know the cock that she thoroughly intended to bury in her pussy, Thomas pushed her away.

“Slow down,” he said, panting a bit. It was only then she realized she had pushed him right up to the edge of orgasm. “I don’t want to waste it in your mouth.”

“You want to dump it in my cunt?” she asked, liking the way the nasty words rolled off her tongue.

“If—if that’s what you want,” Thomas said, faltering.

Ida stood up and pulled down her very mom-ish yoga pants, but left on her panties. Maybe she’s chicken out just yet. Thomas finished stepping out of his jeans and sock and she took a moment to admire his body. He wasn’t quite a Greek god, but he had a better body than her husband.

As she reached behind her back to loosen her bra, he pulled her onto the bed. His hard cock got between them and she realized how soft and pudgy she had gotten in the last few years. While she had never been super athletic, time and motherhood was catching up to her. She felt positively enormous next to Thomas, and was having serious second thoughts about letting it go any further, but then he said, “I love your curvy body,” as he pulled on her bra band and lifted it up over her head before tossing it aside.

Her tits fell out and bounced, heavy with milk. She was about to caution him when he grabbed one breast with his hand and latched onto the other with his mouth.

A second warning failed in her throat. He’d find out the consequences soon enough as he sucked eagerly on her breast. She felt herself melt against him and automatically relax like she always did when being nursed.

She knew his mouth was filling with her milk and he pulled back. She waited for the complaint but instead he said, “It tastes so sweet. Like juice, not milk.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, dumbfounded. She knew what her milk tasted like, but doubted that Roger did.

“Do you mind?” he asked, lowering his mouth to her slightly wet nipple. It was dribbling milk down the lower slope of her breast. The other nipple, the one between his fingers, hadn’t leaked any milk yet.

She just shook her head at his question and he sucked again. Her entire body relaxed. While she had enjoyed nursing her children, this was something different, something better. Nursing a baby was a necessary part of motherhood and raising a child. Giving her milk to a man—her lover-to-be—was an intimate and erotic act she never would have imagined herself doing in a million years. And here she was doing it.

And loving it.

He sucked again and she felt his mouth filling with her milk before he swallowed and repeated the process. Her entire body ached for him. His cock was still hard for she felt it pressing against her thigh as he suckled, but at that moment she didn’t care if he put it in her pussy; what they were doing now was a hundred times more intimate.

Thomas released the nipple he had been pinching and dragged his mouth from one breast to the other to suckle on the fresh breast. The one he had been pulling the milk from he now pinched so as not to lose a single precious drop.

While Ida had felt pleasure while being nursed by her children, what Thomas was doing to her was something else entirely. Her entire being focused on her tits and nothing else. Her hand strayed down to between her legs, but she was prevented from touching herself by the panties she still wore.

His sucking on her tits felt incredibly good, but she knew it wasn’t going to be enough to make her cum and Ida had only started this whole sordid affair for his cock. That’s why she had come here, that’s why she had decided to set aside her marriage vows. She wasn’t going to leave Thomas’s apartment without getting fucked.

“Too much,” she breathed. “Too much.”

Tomas slowly released her nipple from his mouth, stretching it and sucking out the last few drops of milk. “What’s too much?”

“You. You drinking my milk. My tits are on fire.” That wasn’t perfectly accurate, but they were throbbing and aching for more attention, but what Ida wanted the most was to be fucked. She would have done anything at the moment to have his cock inside her pussy.

He grinned up at her. “Is that good?”

“It’s very good.” She moved her leg, rubbing her thigh against his cock. “But I can’t stand it. You’ve gotta stop.”

“Stop sucking on your tits?” he asked, teasing. “But they taste so good…and you like it, don’t you?”

She nodded slowly. “I just need a little break.” Ida wet her lips with her tongue. “Maybe you can find something to distract me for a little bit?” Her hand wrapped around his cock.

Thomas nodded eagerly. His fingers went to the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down awkwardly. The material seemed to catch on everything: under her butt, on her knees, around her thighs, at her heel, but eventually they came off and she was wonderfully naked.

Her legs opened up and Thomas knelt between them, his cock in hand. She cupped his balls and encouraged him forward. When he was inches away a hundred thoughts went through her head—

I’m cheating on my husband.

His balls are soft like silk

It’s bigger than Roger’s

I can’t wait to get fucked

This is wrong

It’s been years since I touched another man

When did Thomas last fuck another woman

I’m a slut

I’m a woman with needs

He loves my body

He doesn’t care about my body, he just wants to fuck

I just want to fuck

We should use a condom

I want to feel him raw

 

Betraying her husband was one thing, but to fuck Thomas without a condom...that was a worse betrayal somehow. Ida wasn’t stupid. She knew the risks, but at that intense moment of passion, the rewards greatly outweighed the risks.

Together they eased his cock into her pussy, wet and waiting and hot and inviting.

“Ohhh…fuck yes,” he moaned as he pulled back a little, then pushed in, then pulled back, and finally sank all the way inside her. “Should I—?” he started to ask.

Ida shook her head and pulled him deeper into her body. “No. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

They fucked with the raw intensity of two lovers meeting for the first time. It was the type of passion reserved for those carrying on an illicit relationship. Ida didn’t know if this was Thomas’s stock in trade, it was new for her which made it all the sweeter.

She couldn’t say for certain how long they fucked, but it seemed like forever and she wanted it to last even longer. It felt like he was growing bigger and harder inside her. Thomas knew what he was doing, pounding hard into her, all but forcing her to cum so hard that her limbs were left quivering. The sounds she heard coming out of her mouth mortified her, but even that wasn’t enough to tell him to stop.

Once he was assured that she had reached her climax, Thomas changed the angle and speed of his strokes and a moment later she could feel his cum flooding her pussy. It was lovely and passionate—

—and as soon as her orgasm faded away, she started to worry about what she had done. The smart thing to do would have been to leave right away and never contact Thomas ever again. She waited for him to roll off her because she wasn’t strong enough to force him away. After a minute of rest, he did get off her, but instead of just flopping on the bed next to her, he half turned and somehow his mouth found her breast.

They weren’t as swollen as they had been. He had removed enough milk to ease the soreness, but when he latched back on to her nipple, her milk flowed easily and she sighed softly. It was a nice conclusion to their forbidden roll in the sheets.

Ida turned her body a little so he could more easily nurse from her. What he was doing didn’t exactly cause her lust to rise again, but it was a nice, calming sensation. Nursing an adult man was different than doing it to a baby.

It was much more enjoyable.

She encouraged him to move from one breast to the other. As he suckled the milk from her tits, she could feel them deflating. From past experience she knew that overall their size wasn’t greatly diminished, but they definitely felt smaller.

As if he was suddenly realizing what he was doing, Thomas pulled back and looked up at her. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

Shaking her head, Ida said, “No…but I better get going.”

He nodded and moved back a little, allowing her to climb off the bed. Dressing while he watched made her feel self-conscious, but she didn’t say anything as she hurriedly put her clothes on. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned that he was naked. Ida tried not to stare at his cock because she knew that would just make her want to fuck him again.

“I thought you were kidding when you said your tits were still full of milk,” he said as she finished buttoning her shirt.

“My daughter…she’s still nursing. And I never had trouble making milk. I probably made too much of it.”

“When will it stop?”

“When I finally force my baby to wean herself.”

“How does that work?”

“When a baby stops nursing…the mother stops making milk,” she explained.

“So as long as you’re feeding someone, you’ll keep making milk?”

“Yes.”

He smiled at her. “It’ll be sad when it stops,” he said. “I like big tits on a woman. And your milk is incredibly sweet.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “All breast milk is sweet. I’ve gotta go.”

He jumped out of the bed and walked with her from the bedroom to the door to his apartment. It was supposed to be a gentlemanly action, but it was just odd because he was naked and she was fully dressed.

She still found it sweet.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Driving home, Ida could feel Thomas’s cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and puddling in her pussy. She rather liked the feeling because it reminded her that she was a woman free to make her own choices and do as she wanted with her body.

Or rather, she liked it right up to the point where she had to pick up her kids from her mother’s house and was fully reminded exactly what it was she had just done. The baby was happy to see her, the toddler was sullen because he was taken away from Gramma too soon, and her mother was happy to have had her grandchildren for an afternoon but was sad to see them go.

Ida put both children down for naps and quickly ran to the bathroom for a shower. She stood under the warm water spraying down on her praying that it would wash away both her literal and metaphorical sins. Making sure to wash carefully between her legs, every last vestige of her cheating was sent down the drain. Not that it mattered. There was little chance of Roger touching her or wanting sex that evening. As she finished her shower, she noticed her nipples were slightly sore, which wasn’t a surprise and nor was it visible, but the three small purplish bruises at the edge of her areolas were visible.

One bore the distinct impression of teeth marks. One looked like a hickie, only on her tit instead of her neck. One was just an amorphous blob. She knew how all three had developed. The question was would Roger see them and if he saw them, would he figure out how she got them.

Getting out of the shower, Ida tried to remain calm. She tossed all her clothes into the washing machine, taking great care to spray the crotch of her panties with pre-wash, and then dumped in more clothing from the hamper along with a double dose of detergent and fabric softener. She doubted Roger would notice her change of clothes, but still put on another pair of mom-ish yoga pants that were almost exactly like the ones she had worn to Thomas’s along with another flower-patterned shirt. The bra and panties she wore were plainer, but of the same general style as the ones she had sinned in.

Once all that was done she checked on the children and saw they were—miracle of miracles—quietly napping. Only then did she sit down and look at her phone.

There was one message.

It was from Thomas.

Thanks for the wonderful time.

She burst in tears.

Ida allowed herself to cry for ten minutes. And then she forced herself to stop and composed a quick text message. It was her intent to tell Thomas that while she had had a good time, they couldn’t do it again and had to cut off all communication. He was never to text or call or contact her in any way ever again. She had her marriage, her husband, and her children to think of.