Breastfeeding Father-in-Law

Thursday morning I got dressed with teasing Monty on my brain. I chose a lime green halter top that showed the natural curves of my breasts and would give him a nice front and side view. I was still determined not to go anywhere with his flaunting, but I enjoy giving men pleasure visually…. it turns me on, it turned me on so much that I couldn’t help but play with my breasts during my 15 minute drive over there, therefore giving many an unexpected view during their morning commute to work, and for a select few, they made their appreciation known.
Within minutes of my being there, I could hear Monty upstairs in the kitchen, and by all the noise he made, I was pretty sure he was at the kitchen table once again. I played with my nipples for a couple minutes before heading up for my coffee. I could feel my 38C boobs bouncing slightly and knew he was enjoying the bobbing as I finished climbing the final steps. I couldn’t help but notice his knees legs slightly spread under the table and the robe slightly open, but not enough to see what was winking at me underneath.
“Good morning!” Monty cheerfully greeted me.
“It’s gonna be a got one out today, looks like you dressed for the weather.” His eyes were wandering over my chest before settling on my face.
“Yep, I’m always prepared”, I happily replied. I was slightly turned away from him, allowing him to view the curve of my breast leading to a pointy hardened nipple.

“What are your plans today? Staying cool or braving the heat?” Monty inquired.
I turned towards him and noticed him quickly move his hand from between his legs to above the table. I sat down kitty corner to him and leaned forward to sip my coffee. “I think I’ll stick indoors, too hot for the baby to be outside”. I leaned back in my chair and thought about him pinching his nipples as I blew on my coffee. We started talking about this n that and I was very much aware of not so discreet glances at my chest. I got up from my chair and reached over the table to grab a napkin, letting him glimpse a nipple as the halter hung a little loose. Walking over to the counter, I ran the water washed my hands. Monty slid his chair back and made an overly loud effort to get out of the chair. I asked if he needed help as I watched the bottom of his robe open as he got up, then close again. He declined my help and walked towards where I was standing then went behind me, brushing against my ass as he went by.
I grinned to myself as I descended the stairs. Monty wasn’t much older than me… maybe 10yrs older, and he was totally gray….head, chest and pubes. I sat down on the couch and contemplated. Not a bad looking piece he has down there, I thought. It was bigger than I had anticipated, for someone of his size, maybe a bit bigger than average. I wondered what he was into and if he masturbated a lot. My day dream was broken when I heard Mikey babbling in his crib. Time for the routine change n feed.
Mikey and I wandered upstairs and of course Monty was there waiting for us…or should I say me and my breasts? Just as I walked by him, Mikey grabbed by halter and exposed its breast.
“Looks like he wants the boob” Monty commented as I pulled the material back over my breast.
“I don’t think Kim would appreciate my breastfeeding her kid” I added matter of factly.
Monty pondered what I said and curiously replied, “You mean you could feed him? You’re not pregnant or have a kid… have milk??”
“No, I’m not pregnant and well, yeah I have a little bit, but not much, just a few drops here and there.” I could feel myself actually blush somewhat.
Monty was a little confused. “How can….I mean how does that…. WHY?”
I liked where this conversation was going, and I could tell he very much wanted to hear what I had to say.
” Well, there is induced lactation. Wet-nurses and women who adopt children can produce milk without being pregnant.”
“You still haven’t told me HOW.” Monty eagerly stated.
“Usually it’s a combination of medicine prescribed by a doctor and manual milking techniques.” I answered.
“Manual milking techniques? ” Monty thought a moment, then replied, “You mean like milking a cow….massaging your breasts like that?”
“Yes, something like that, or having someone suckle your breasts regularly or using a breast pump also.” I added. His gaze rested on my breasts and you could tell he was thinking about what I told him.
“Would he get anything if he sucked them?” Monty was in awe, his eyes glued to my boobs and his mouth slightly open, like he wanted to take one in his mouth himself.
“Well, a little bit, but not enough to satisfy him.” I could feel my nipples tingling and hardening to the point where they ached. I thought about Monty watching me breastfeed the baby and scolded myself for doing so.
“I think Mike wants it.” He pointed to my naked boob which Mikey had again exposed and was trying to get at with his mouth.
I blushed slightly, but didn’t cover my breast. Instead I let the baby find the hardened nipple and eagerly latched on, hoping for milk.
Monty couldn’t take his eyes off Mikey’s mouth sucking slowly at my boob. His own nipples were fully erect and his robe was now covering the beginnings of a hard-on. Mikey was starting to get frustrated by not getting any milk when I felt the let-down happen. A tingling filled my breast and I knew he would get something soon. He settled down once he tasted the warm liquid spurt in his mouth.
“How does that feel” Monty asked, still transfixed upon Mikey feeding from me. “Does it feel the same as when a guy sucks them?”
“Yes, it feels the same way, except with milk coming out of them.” I was enjoying the sensation of nurturing Mikey and having Monty watching. After a few minutes, Monty questioned me.
“Shouldn’t he feed from your other breast too? When do you know it’s time to change breasts?” He asked eagerly.
“I really shouldn’t be doing this Monty. If Kim or anyone found out I’d be dead!!!” I was feeling guilty but pleasant at the same time.
“I’m telling anyone. I love watching you feed him, it’s amazing. My wife never breastfed and I’ve never seen it before, it’s awesome to watch!” At that moment, Mikey unlatched from my breast. Monty gazed intensely at the long drawn out milky nipple, “WOW” he exclaimed, “Now the other one right?”
After burping Mikey, I pulled out my other breast and let him secure his hungry mouth on my breast. Once again, it took a moment for the milk to let-down, then giving Michael his meal. Monty reached over and brushed the nipple not in use with his finger. “You were dripping,” he pointed out as he removed his hand.
I covered up the breast Monty just finished grazing and was trying hard not to be aroused, I was calm n cool on the outside, but inside I was madly turned on.
When Mikey finished his feeding, I covered myself up and got up to leave.
“Thank you, I really enjoyed that,” Monty happily announced.
“It can’t happen again!” I demanded as I disappeared downstairs.
The baby was once again napping. I couldn’t believe I had enough milk to feed him, I couldn’t believe I fed him! I couldn’t believe I let Monty watch! I wanted him to watch! I loved him watching my breasts feed a child! I am sick in the head!! Never ever ever is that happening again! Just totally wrong! I glanced down at my breasts and ran my hands over them. I could feel there was milk filling them slowly, anticipating another feeding. The feeling was extraordinary. My whole body was on alert. I needed a smoke badly, so outside I went.
The heat was stifling as I lit up and sat on the warm concrete step. Without even thinking about it, a hand went to my breast and slowly massaged it. The workers across the alley must have gone for lunch for they weren’t around to watch this show. I slipped my breasts out of the halter and tenderly kneaded my plump milk jugs. I watched my nipples grow larger and brushed the hardened nibs with my fingers. I couldn’t help but begin a slow milking motion on my breasts and I could feel the liquid gathering up in my nipples until a few small drops emerged. I let out a soft moan and gathered my thoughts as I replaced my halter and went back inside.
Turning on the television, I could feel my breasts longing to be suckled, but I ignored it as I watched the show. I was almost asleep on the sofa when I heard Monty ask if I wanted to watch a movie with him. I accepted graciously and watched him put the DVD in the machine. While he was setting it up, I couldn’t help but think he should change into real clothing, at least a pair of shorts or something. When he came to sit down there was nothing poking out, so I figured he must have gotten off after I left.
Five minutes into the movie, Monty’s curiosity got the better of him. “How long does it take to get the milk back?” he asked.
“About three hours,” I answered back.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and then directed his eyes to my boobs again.
“Oh, so you have some now then,” he shifted his position on the couch and swung his legs up onto the stool. His robe gaped open somewhat across his crotch and I could see the gray hairs poking through and a few good fleshy inches of manhood. I really wanted to see the head of his cock poking out at me, but it was hiding under the robe still.
“Yes, there’s some now” I answered in return without taking my eyes off the tv.
“I think Kim has a pump if you need to get rid of some milk. I saw it in the bathroom down here.” Monty scratched his chest, exposing his hairy chest and tiny pink nipples.
“Yeah I saw it, thanks, but I don’t think I feel comfortable using hers. I’ll just take care of it when I get home later.” I answered.
“That’s a long time to wait isn’t it? Won’t they get really sore? I looked it up on the internet and I read it can get painful if they’re too full,” Monty stated with concern.
“You looked up breastfeeding on the internet?” This caught me by surprise.
“I’m intrigued so I had to look it up,” he replied, “and was hoping for some pictures to look at. You can’t blame a guy! Your breasts are amazing and watching them get sucked was unbelievable!”
“I’m not going to fuck you, Monty. So forget it. You’re family.” I stated rather convincingly.
“We don’t need to have sex. You don’t seem to have any problem with showing off your boobs to me, I’d be happy just to see them up and close….maybe let me feel them or have a quick suck or two.” Monty leaned back on the couch and smiled as he watched the movie. The bulge under his robe was much more noticeable now and I could almost see the entire length of it through the opening in his robe.
Through the corner of my eye I caught him giving his dick a quick rub. I really badly wanted my breasts touched and played with, but I wasn’t about to come right out and say it. So I came up with a plan, hoping it would work.
Finally, I replied, “I’m going out for a smoke.”
The blinds were slanted just enough so Monty could see me sitting in the chair outside. My back would be mostly facing him, but he’d be able to see just a bit of my right side and the curve of my breast inside the halter. I lit up and took a long drag while my left hand slid inside my halter and softly massaged the left breast. I knew he couldn’t see exactly what was happening, but he could see movement of my arm and probably figure out what I was doing. I noticed the construction workers still weren’t around and wondered where they were. I loved the feeling inside my breasts as I worked them with both hands now. I could feel a few drops of milk leaking from the taut nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips. I heard the door open. I just finished covering up as Monty came up behind my chair. I knew he had seen.
“I brought you a Coke, figured you’d need some in this heat.” Monty now stood beside me and ran the bottom of the can over the skin of my right breast not covered by the halter, his thumb followed suit gliding along the wet cold trail down to my outline of my top.
“Thanks,” I retorted as I grabbed the can with my left hand and let his thumb graze along my skin. He moved behind the chair now and with both hands gently pushed my breasts together several times then squeezed them softly.
“My god your tits are amazing!” he gasped as he cupped one with each of his big firm hands. “You like that as much as I like doing that?”
“Mmmm that’s nice. Glad you like” I murmured.
Monty continued kneading, caressing, massaging and squeezing the plump melons. Gently at first, then a little more roughly. I was thoroughly enjoying this.
I moved to get up and Monty protested. I removed his hands and rose from the chair. ” I’m going inside.”
Walking to the door my eyes took in the full extent of his hardness which was almost fully erect.
I went to the bathroom while Monty settled on the sofa. When I returned, he had his head back on the sofa and his eyes closed. No doubt he was thinking about my tits. I came up behind him and let my breasts loose from the halter and let them slap his face. His eyes opened immediately when some milk spurted from my nipples onto his face. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them pulling them hard down towards his face making both of us moan. His tongue lashed out and teased each long hard milky nipple. I almost lost my balance I was so overtaken with pleasure as he greedily began to suck on the right teat like Mikey did when he fed. Starting to get uncomfortable, I pulled away, to Monty dislike. I moved to the front of the couch and kneeled on it facing him and told him to continue. While he suckled on one breast I would play with the other one, squirting his head with my milk.
In between mouthfuls of milk Monty would mumble and moan with pleasure. As I watched him greedily drinking my milk I could see his hand moving slowly up and down his cock which was showing pre-cum. He pulled back from me and once again began to roughly massage them and squeeze the milk in spurts all over his face. The next thing I knew, Monty grunted loudly and I felt his hot cum running down my leg, but he didn’t stop, he sucked my nipples harder until there was nothing left in them. He finished off my slowly wrapping his tongue around the nipples licking them clean and then slapping his face with them.
He leaned back and looked at his semi-soft cock and then my leg. “Oops, sorry didn’t mean to get you dirty” he said as he grabbed a Kleenex and began to clean it up. I ran my hand through the goopy mess covering it with his cum then spread it over my nipples and licked it from them.
“Holy crap that was insane!” he let out with enthusiastically.
“I better clean up and you need to get upstairs, they’re gonna be home soon.”
Examining myself in the bathroom mirror I proudly flicked my nipples and squeezed my sticky breasts. I could feel my panties soaked with my own juices. I couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate!!

Yesterday was unbelievable. I did feel guilty about breastfeeding my nephew, but I didn’t really feel guilty about breastfeeding Monty. I am obsessed with my breasts and I will let anyone that is willing to look at them, play with them and feel them up! I masturbated three times that night and milked my breasts every regularly.
When I woke this morning, there was a fullness to them I hadn’t experienced since breastfeeding my own child years ago. I didn’t have time for a milking and decided it was for the best, I could get Monty to empty them when I got to his place.
I rang the bell and went in. I was surprised to find Monty coming to greet me instead of Kim. Not so surprising was the gape in his bathrobe.
“I don’t know why he bothers closing it all,” I thought to myself.
“She had to leave early so I said I’d watch him until you got here.” Monty explained.
As I removed my sandals and went up to get a coffee,I could feel his eyes watching my ass as I ascended the stairs. Monty sat down at the table and began to flip through the pages of his magazine as he sipped his coffee.
I wondered how to open the morning conversation as I stirred my coffee. I wanted to be casual about everything, but my breasts were aching with fullness and wanted attention, and I was horny, which made things worse.
Monty was Monty. His robe didn’t leave much to the imagination this morning. As I sat down, he leaned back and stretched his arms out wide, which pulled the robe open even further. His little brown nipples poked through the chest hairs surrounding them and gave them a gentle tweaking in my mind. Following the chest hairs down his torso, I noticed the one eyed giant waking up. I tried to figure out how long it was mentally and figured it was a good seven to eight inches. Monty’s manhood was thicker than most men’s, my petite hand wouldn’t be able to fully wrap around it. The brownish pink shaft was riddled with veins; I wondered how the veins bulged when his fat rod became erect. Right now, it was slowly revealing Monty’s somewhat excited state of mind. I reveled at the sight of the big bulbous helmet atop the slightly bent upper rod, it looked like a two big puffy pink mushrooms pushed together. This cock was pleasure perfect.
“Are you mad about yesterday? You haven’t said much” Monty asked.
“No, I’m good. I’m a little distracted, that’s all” I admitted to him.
“I see. If you don’t mind my asking, but what’s distracting you?” He ran his hand across his chest and scratched an itch.
“I was wondering what you were doing before I got here, I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” My eyes slowly wandered down his chest to the trimmed patch of hair from which his manhood was erected.
Monty noticed where my gaze had wandered to and shifted slightly in his chair, causing his dick to bob a little.
“Not much, just waiting for you to arrive…and hoping you were going to wear that sexy halter again.”
“Oh, well that explains your robe being half open.” I chuckled softly.
Monty’s hand went between his legs and wrapped it around the shaft. His hand slowly slid up and down the semi-hard tube,
“I always do this in the morning. You want to watch?” His free hand loosened his robe completely and spread his legs while stroking his cock.
“I love watching men jerk-off and cum.” I opened my blouse and cupped one breast in each hand, “How’s that? You like that?”
Monty couldn’t keep his eyes off my hands massaging my big plump boobs. “God, yes I love watching you play with your tits!” he exclaimed.
I squeezed the juicy jugs together and felt a trickle of milk seep from each nipple.
“Spray some milk on my dick, Donna.”
He pushed his chair back and I kneeled in front of him, still massaging my breasts. Leaning forward, I brushed my nipples against the head of his cock, covering it with milk.
My hand guided his wet cock to between my breasts, “Fuck my tits Monty.”
His hands grabbed my slick milk covered mounds and squeezed them around his throbbing cock. My tongue lashed out at his cock with each thrust he made, which made Monty moan loudly and thrust harder.
“God! Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum soon Donna!” Monty panted between strokes.
“Mmmm that’s it, cum on my tits. Cum hard Monty!” My mouth encouraged him vocally and physically.
Monty dropped my tits and grabbed his cock, “Gonna jizz on your tits Donna!”
I watched as my milk streamed from my nipples and sprayed his rock hard cock. Monty’s engorged head spewed gobs of cum all over my milky tits, “Lick it up Donna! Taste my cum on your tits.” I lifted my breasts to my mouth and slowly licked the warm sticky goo from them. My hand reached for his cock and guided it to my mouth. My lips parted and my tongue swirled the still throbbing head of his cock. I could taste his jizz mixed with my milk and savored every drop until I had licked it clean. I stood up to leave, but Monty grabbed me by the waist and pulled my chest to his mouth. His mouth quickly found a dripping nipple and greedily sucked at it. Monty exchanged teats as I straddled his lap and sat down, careful not to injure his exhausted cock. My pussy was wet and I needed to cum, but the baby made sure I wasn’t going to orgasm….at least not right now. I reluctantly removed myself from Monty’s lap and fixed my blouse before retreating downstairs to take care of Mikey. I left Monty sitting on his chair stroking his cock gently.
A couple of hours later, Mikey was changed, fed and back asleep in his crib. I quietly slipped outside to have a much needed cigarette. I leaned back in the lounge chair and teased my right nipple through my shirt. Instantly, it got hard and required more attention. I could feel my sexual tension spread from my breasts down through my pussy. I thought about Monty’s big hard cock between my tits earlier as my hand slid into my shorts. I was hot. I was damn wet. I was horny! My finger slowly circled my swollen clit as I exhaled a stream of smoke. I could feel my juices covering my fingers as I slid two of them inside me and pumped them slowly in and out of my pussy. Pulling my fingers out, I slid them inside my shirt and circled the taut nipples, spreading my cum over them.
Finishing my smoke, I went inside to lay upon the couch with my legs spread wide. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid my hand inside. My clit was still swollen and the juices soaked my panties. I closed my eyes and let my fingers explore my pussy. Next thing I knew, there was another finger finding its way inside my panties. I opened my eyes to Monty kneeling beside me with just his boxers on. Neither of us said anything as he removed my shorts and panties and his fingers brushed the lips of my pussy. My hips slowly writhed with pleasure as he carefully avoided touching my clit, which was begging for action.
I re-positioned myself on the couch so my pussy was facing Monty and almost brushing against his body. I put my hand on the back of his head and gently pulled it towards my pussy. He didn’t need to be told. He lowered his head and I felt the tip of his hot moist tongue teasing my clit. His hands spread my lips and his tongue slowly glided up and down each pussy fold while his finger teased my vagina.
“Yes! That feels sooo good, don’t stop!” I exclaimed as his finger went deeper inside me.
His mouth gently sucked at my mound of pleasure and I thrust my hips against his mouth hard as he slipped a second finger inside my pussy. My hips gyrated harder and faster against his mouth and fingers as I felt the first wave of my orgasm ripple through me.
“Yes Yes! I’m cumming!” I moaned loudly and pulled his face hard against my pussy.
My pussy writhed and pulsated wildly as the waves of my climax got stronger. I could feel my pussy squirting all over Monty’s face and running down my between my ass cheeks. I slid my hand between my legs and gently pushed his face away.
He wiped his face with his hand and asked, “What the hell was that? Did you just pee on me?” I laughed and told him no, I was a squirter and explained to him what that meant as I rubbed my pussy.
Monty’s cock was standing at guard, waiting for my attention as he pondered the squirting issue. I sat up removed his boxers and started stroking it for him. Monty stood up and slightly spread his legs so my hand could cup his balls and massage them while the other hand stroked his needy dick. My mouth went between his legs and gently sucked at his swaying sac while my hands reached behind him and started kneading his plump ass. My index finger found the crack between his cheeks and slid between them as my tongue licked his balls. I rubbed the pad of my finger around his puckered tight hole and my other hand pushed a cheek aside. Slowly my finger circled small opening several times before pressing the tip of it just slightly inside.
“Oh my god!” Monty gasped. “I love having my ass played with.”
He leaned forward somewhat and spread his legs wider as my finger wiggled inside his ass. My mouth was still working his balls, sucking on them while I probed Monty’s gaping hole with a second finger.
I removed my fingers from his ass and leaned back, “Get on all four,” I demanded of him.
Monty lowered himself to the floor and got on his hands and knees. I moved in behind him and used both hands to knead the big fleshy cheeks and watched his big meaty cock bounce between his legs. Taking his cock in one hand and stroking it, my mouth found its way to his rigid shaft and ran my hot tongue around it from top to bottom until it found its way to the tight pink hole in his ass and covered it with my saliva. Monty groaned loudly as my middle finger teased the puckered skin before slowly sliding inside. Monty rocked his hips slowly as I introduced a second finger and my tongue licked around them. Deep inside my fingers massaged his prostate while my hand roughly jerked his stiff rod. Drops of pre-cum covered the bulging mushroom head as Monty moved harder and faster against my hand. Sweat covered his body as I brought him closer to climax.
“Fuck yes! I’m gonna blow soon!” Monty panted between thrusts of my fingers in hungry ass.
“Get up and face me,” I ordered him, “Cum on my tits and face!”
One hand cupped his balls and played with them while my mouth took the bulging helmet inside and teased his cum hole with its tongue. I felt his balls tighten beneath my fingers and his cock twitched. Monty fucked my mouth with his rock hard cock.
“Gonna blow all over your face Donna!”
I felt the hot salty liquid fill my mouth as he grabbed his cock and pulled it out. His hand thrust hard on the erupting volcano and covered my face with the creamy goo. My tongue licked the jizz from my lips as he softly rubbed the empty tube against my breasts.
“Oh, fuck Donna!” he gasped as he tried to catch his breath. “I gotta go shower! I’m a mess.” He grabbed his boxers and ascended the stairs slowly. “I can’t wait to fuck you Donna!” I heard him yell from the top of the staircase as I went to the bathroom to clean up.
My nephew woke up shortly after and the rest of the afternoon went very slowly. I couldn’t keep my mind off riding Monty’s cock. It was going to be a long, long weekend! By the time I left, my breasts were so engorged with milk that they started to leak as I got into my car.

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