Amanda Pumps Her Breast.

My neighbor Amanda had twins three months ago. She and my mom were going to church together again now that the twins were getting older. Her husband Wally was away a lot in the Navy and I rarely saw him.

Amanda needed a babysitter urgently for the evening. Unable to find one, as a last resort she called my mother to ask if I could do it. My mother agreed provided she helped.

As a side note I always wondered why they named the girls April and May. My mother explained that she would tell me that shortly.

We walked across the street and Amanda started showing mom where everything was and telling us what the routine was. Mom assured her that she could handle it and not worry.

I was sitting on a chair in the nursery holding May. Mom said that she had to run home to check on our supper and would be back shortly.

Then Amanda sat down and told me she had to get the bottles ready. She took off her sweatshirt and unhooked the cups of her bra. She wiped her breast and put a clear glass thing that looked like a bicycle horn on one of them. I watched as she rhythmically squeezed the red rubber bulb and watched mesmerized as it drew milk from the breast. Just then the other one started dripping large drops from the nipple. She placed a bottle under the dripping one to catch it.

I asked if it hurt, she smiled and shook her head no. She added that milk to some other bottles in the refrigerator and told me that those were the bedtime bottles. She said she would pump more for their cereal just before she left.

I felt very uneasy about what I had just witnessed and handed May to her and practically ran home.

Mom and I went back later, and she ran the whole show. Feedings, diapering, baths, bedtime bottles, everything. She made us say a prayer for each of them.

I made three whole dollars that night. On the way home, Mom informed me that one dollar would go to the church to pay God. and that one dollar would go into my savings account, and that one dollar was mine. She said, “and that was the way it would be.”

I vowed never to tell Mom where Amanda gets her milk from.

One day just before Christmas, I was over at Amanda's with Mom, and she served us milk and cookies. I didn't touch my milk and Mom started to fuss at me about wasting good food and about all the starving children in Africa. She kept on and on, and finally Amanda whispered in my ear that it was ok, that it was from a cow.

I was still hoping for a Ken doll for Christmas, but he didn’t arrive.

That piece of history happened.

When I was 22, I found a breast pump exactly like Amandas at a flea market for three dollars, so I bought it.

I was getting wet just thinking about using it, as I do love to have my nipples played with during sex, either with a partner or solo. I even pinched my nipples while driving right through the bra and blouse I was wearing.

Fast forward 22 more years and finding lactation porn with my partner. With her help and guidance, I am on a mission to induce lactation so that we can have an ANR.

I now have a hospital grade, dual electric breast pump, as well as many nursing bras. I am pumping both breasts for 30 minutes, every two hours, throughout the day. I find it delightful and erotic. Think milky thoughts for me…