Breasts + Nipples = Our Pleasure

Greetings one and all. I am sitting here on my back porch watching the ducks lead their new ducklings around the pond in my back yard. I am at peace inside as well, Adam is down for his morning nap, and I am enjoying the break. I have brewed a pot of lactation tea; I even opened a package of my favorite lactation enhancing cookies. They both have worked well increasing my milk output. Adam, my first born took to the breast without any hassle. At six months, all his milestones are normal.  

The gorgeous weather inspired me to lug all the breast pumping paraphernalia out onto the porch with me. My husband Jim made it easy on me by buying me a Medela Symphony on a roll-around stand. I was his Princess, and he gave me everything I wanted and vice versa.

Just five minutes into a thirty-minute pumping session, I heard the doorbell. Then my phone buzzed for an incoming message. ‘Cin, I am here to spoil my grandson; I demand that you let me in at once.’ I laughed, and typed, ‘Use your key, DO NOT WAKE HIM UP. I am pumping on the back porch’.

“Well look at you, you’re taking this to a whole new level Cin. You seem to be enjoying that.”

“I am ma, it is very relaxing as you well know. Do you want some tea or a cookie?” “What? Do you want me to start lactating again? It could happen, you know. I was a copious producer in my day” “You fed all three of us if I remember right.” “You know damn well that I fed Tyler, you were my little helper, but he just loved the boob so much, I had to cut him off at three, I swear he would have nursed forever.” A smile crossed my face. I immediately thought of Jim, that would be so like him. “Breast mother, Breast, not boobs or tits.” Yes, I have breasts, much smaller than yours, but I have now graduated a cup size to a C maybe a D. and they are oh so firm. What do you mean I was your little helper?” 

“Well, my lactation doula, Carol was madly in love with you for what you did.”

“What could I possibly have done at four?”

“I’ll have a cup of tea Cin, and a cookie. Watching you expressing milk, it just takes me back…” 

“At four, you were a Chatty Cathy doll. You would tell stories and talk to everybody that would listen. You told her right away, “My brother Tyler, came out of mommy’s belly at the hospital. My mother puts him to her big breast, and it makes him shut up. He is so aggravating and cries a lot.”

“A little while later your curiosity got the better of you and you asked me what I was doing. I answered, “I am feeding Tyler some milk Cindy, see it comes out of here.” I squeezed the other nipple, and a stream of milk came out. You laughed at it and ran away to play, only to return without your top on, holding Jenny, your favorite doll, to your chest. Carols face lit up as she watched you. She smiled at me and sat on the edge of my bed. “We will let Jenny finish before you put your top back on.” You asked her, “How do you know when they are done?” She responded, “That is something you will learn later Cindy. Good night now Princess. I will see you next month.”

“I don’t want to be a Princess; I want to be a mommy.” “Ok, be whatever you want to be child”.

A month later Carol came to the house and watched me feed Tyler. You decided it was time for Jenny to eat as well and sat on the couch, you even took off your tee shirt and rubbed your chest. “Cindy that is so sweet, I wish I had a picture.” Carol showed me how to hold Tyler a different way, sort of under my arm. It’s called the ‘football hold’. You tried it too, but the doll kept slipping out. Carol came over and helped you do it.”

“I do like the football hold ma, especially while pumping and nursing at the same time. So that was interesting.” 

“Well, we weren’t done yet, a week later Carol came and delivered my Lactina, it was a blue and yellow machine with an arm that moved back and forth. It made a sound like ‘swish wheeze, swish wheeze, swish wheeze, nothing like that pump you have there. There were all kinds of tubes and bottles and stuff with it. After a while, Carol had it set up and said, “Are you ready to pump for me?”  You watched fascinated as I started the machine and held the shields to my breasts. Carol massaged my breasts and repositioned the shields on my nipples and sure enough, after a while the nipples went in and out and milk went into the bottles. You dear Cin watched mesmerized as the bottles filled. Then Carol showed me how to put the milk in a little baggie and put it in the freezer. 

I was pumping, sitting next to your father that night just before your bedtime. You walked over and lifted your shirt up and said, “Do it to me too.””

Just then my pump shut off and the chime sounded signifying the thirty minutes were up. I had three ounces from my left and four from my right. I carefully put my ‘Liquid Gold’ aside and I left my white pumping bra on. The nipples were very erect, and the areola stood out proudly. I looked in my bra and the Mongomery glands were all erect. They are my favorite little bumps to run my nails over while I masturbate, but alas, mom is here today. Adam was stirring as I was labeling and freezing this batch. 

Grandma went to get him, of course, and we returned to the porch. I observed my mom closely. She was clutching Adam to her chest, and he was making the head thrusts, rooting as if looking for a nipple. It all looked so innocent, but I knew what she was feeling inside. Not quite a letdown reflex but a bit of uterine contractions. I poured us the last of the tea.

“So, I am curious mom, how did dad react to breastfeeding?” 

“Oh child, he hated everything about it. My leaking boobs, all the hours up at night to feed and pump, the freezer full of baggies, back to using rubbers, he hated it all. That night that you ask me to pump you, he was so mad he ranted for two hours about how modern women go and buy it at the store and heat a bottle under the faucet. He even went so far as to call it my fetish. Little did he know how much pleasure I derived from it over the years. You do know what I am talking about…”

“So, I gathered, that when Nicholas was born eight years later, you did it again.” 

“Oh girl, that was a disaster from the day I got pregnant. Your little brother was a late baby, totally unplanned and unexpected, just one of those things that happens sometimes. I had not had a diaphragm fitting in years because we did it so infrequently, so maybe that caused it, or expired jelly who knows.”

“But I know that you nursed him, I remember the pump in the nursery. I was fourteen and got a real-life lesson on pregnancy and childbirth remember.”

“Yes, I tried to nurse, but as flawless as my first two attempts were, all the ills came out with my attempt on feeding Nicholas. I had cracked and bleeding nipples, plugged ducts, you name it. He was a chewer and never did latch right, he was a fussy feeder, my pump hurt far too much to use. I was at wits end and resorted to the bottle and formula after three of the longest months of my life.”

“Want to know a secret ma? I used that pump every chance I had while you were away.” 

“Really?” “I loved the feeling as it rhythmically sucked my budding little breasts and nipples. I got so turned on and masturbated to it many times. I was devastated when you donated it to the Goodwill store. All I had left to play with was your glass one with the red rubber bulb on it, but it was not as much fun. And it also disappeared shortly thereafter too.” 

“That was a deep admission, Cin. Any other confessions? Here is one of mine; I tasted my milk.”

“So did I. Mine tastes like the milk left over from a bowl of Frosted Flakes.”

“Cindy I always thought that the flavor was more like the French Vanilla coffee creamer that you use.”

Adam became fussy in mom’s arms, and I took him from her. My nipples were still poking through the pumping bra, and he went right for the left one. I pulled him off and unzipped it allowing it to fall off completely before letting him latch. “What will the neighbors think Cin.” She joked. “What neighbors? I go topless out here all the time. You know that. I urge you to try it. The sun warming your breasts is delightful. I dare you to try it.”

I could tell that Adam was hungry again, that it was more than just a comfort latch I could tell when it was one of those. His comfort latch was just an occasional suck to keep the nipple in place. 

“I think I will start him on a little cereal today mom, what do you think?”

“That sounds good, I’ll go and make it.” “Just a little, use what I just pumped. It is in the door of the fridge and remember, no microwaves.” “Yes dear.”

After what seemed like a long time, she came out carrying a tray with a small bowl of thin cereal, a bottle, and two cups of coffee which she set on the table. But what shocked me more was that she was topless. “Never dare your mother, Cin. These are the whitest droopiest double D’s in the world, but you asked for it.”

“They are nothing to be embarrassed bout ma.” I said while giving Adam his first spoons of semi-solid food. He looked a little confused at first, however after a long lunch he became drowsy. It was also time for a diaper change and so I took him inside. Mom was over at the pump fiddling around unaware that I could see her from Adams room. I snuck up behind her and said, “Go ahead.”

“Oh, just for a minute dear.” “Have a seat mom, I will start it for you. It has a letdown feature; do you want to experience that?” “Oh, all of it.” I started the pump, and she held the shields to her nipples. After a while the pump auto-transitioned from the letdown to the nursing cycle and her nipples became erect, there was a peaceful calm wash over her.

Cin, tell me, have you ever let Jim taste you?” 

“All the time mom, I feed him every night right from the source. I can’t see this ending anytime soon It is so good for both of us, so I will probably be milky for at least few years until we want another child.”

“I thought so. I wanted your father to enjoy it as well, but he never was interested.”

I hugged her from behind. “Why don’t we go to the spare bedroom together with the pump. We can share it. How does that sound?”

“You mean to…”

“If you want to…”

“I don’t think I remember how to m…m…”

“It’s like riding a bicycle mom, you never really forget…”