"Damnit" Ally cursed out loud as she dropped her keys for the fifth time since walking up the steps to her parent's house. She had been out with a few friends for some drinks to wallow in her sorrows about her husband leaving her for another woman. Now she was a single mother, living with her parents at the age of 26.
She steadied herself on the doorframe, took a deep breath and retriever her keys. Just as she was about to put the correct key (or so she hoped) into the lock, the door swung open. Her mother was standing there, hair disheveled, with a white, floor-length, satin robe wrapped around her small frame.
"Ally? What's the prob....are you drunk?" With that, Ally could feel her mother's hand under her chin, forcing Ally's head up. "Allison Renee! How did you get home?" Frantically, her mother looked over Ally's shoulder for her small SUV.
"It's okay, mom. I took an Uber home. The bar knows I need to get my car in the morning. They were cool about it." Ally's mumbled words came out, and with every breath she felt more and more exhausted.
"It's okay hunny. Just go on upstairs and head to bed. The twins are down in their cribs." Ally made her way upstairs, and plopped down onto the bed, closed her eyes, and let the numbing darkness consume her.
The next morning
Ally was pumping out all of the wasted breast milk since she couldn't keep any of it with alcohol in her system. She hated wasting it, and she regretted her decision to drink so damn much. Luckily for her, Ally never had an issue pumping. Her breasts filled with milk so quickly, and she ended up pumping and storing excessive amounts of milk in the freezer. She even donated some of the milk.
While she was finishing, her mother walked in. "Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling?"
Taken back, Ally quickly moved to cover herself, but her mom walked forward and swatted at Ally's hands. "Sweetheart, no need to cover yourself. I'm your mother" she smiled. Ally couldn't help but blush as she watched her mother's eyes lingering on her breast, watching the milk drip from the nipple. "Here, let me get that for you." With that, Ally's mother took her finger and gently wiped the excess milk from Ally's breast. Ally sat there, a bit stunned. "Your father is leaving tonight for his golf trip, and I thought we could have a girls night after you got the twins down. What do you say?"
Ally smiled at her mother. "Sure, mom. That sounds great. Want me to help with dinner?"
Ally's mother brushed the hair out of Ally's face and shook her head, "No sweetie, I've got it covered."
That night
Ally and her mother sat back in their chairs at the dining room table. Her mother had made a Greek salad and homemade pizza. It was absolutely delicious. Ally had grown up eating homemade meals that were always original. Her mother had been a culinary teacher and chef before she decided to stay home with Ally and her brother Ben. Ally's father made a large amount of money, and there was no need for her mother to work.
Ally and her mother spent the evening eating and talking about Ally's plans, her emotions with the upcoming divorce hearing, etc. It was nice to have some time to talk with her mom, get some things off her chest. She helped her mom load the dishwasher and noticed how sore her breasts were getting. The twins were down for the night, but she needed to relieve her tender breasts of the milk. She absently rubbed at them from the soreness.
"Oh, sweetheart. You poor thing." Ally followed her mother's eyes down to Ally's white shirt. There were two very large lactation marks.
Ally sighed. "Sorry, mom. I need to go pump again. I can't seem to keep these things from filling up every few hours."
"I remember having the same problem when I nursed you. I always had so much extra milk that my breasts would ache."
"Were you able to help it out? I'm pretty desperate, mom." Ally shook her head. She knew her mother could hear the weariness in her voice.
"Well, actually. Yes..."
Ally waited for her mother to finish but she just stood there, biting her bottom lip. "Well?"
"Well, your father would help me. He would, suck on my breasts." Ally's face scrunched up. "It helped, sweetie." Her mother moved toward her until Ally was backed against the counter. "Sweetie, do you trust me?"
"Y—yes. But mom, I think this is weird."
Ally's mother just smiled up at her. She slowly lifted Ally's shirt so that it was scrunched above her breasts. Ally looked down at her engorged breasts. "Just, close your eyes sweetheart."
Ally obeyed. At first she could feel soft hands lightly touching her breasts. Her mother's fingers lightly traced around the nipples, causing Ally to shudder. At once, the touch was gone and Ally felt a cool breeze on her left nipple, and then, just as soon as she felt it, it was gone, replaced by a warm, wet mouth.
Ally's mother worked the nipple in her mouth and ran circles around it with her tongue. Slowly she began to suck, and allowed her daughter's sweet milk to fill her mouth. She swallowed what her daughter gave her. Her hands needed the breasts, pushing for more milk to come. She closed her eyes as she sucked on Ally's nipple. She felt wetness gathering at her pussy. She had always thought her daughter was beautiful. And now, feeding on her breast, she couldn't contain the erotic thoughts in her mind. She reached her hand down and under her sundress so that she could touch her bare pussy, She felt the moisture on her fingers she she teased her own clit.
