(the) Breast of Times

Summary:

Nephew obsessed with milk-filled tits moves in with aunt.

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Thanks to

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(The) Breast of Times

"Thanks again for doing this," Mom said as she gave me another farewell hug and kiss. "Your aunt really appreciates it and so do I."

"So, you've said it a dozen times," I laughed. "And I'll say it again, I'm happy to help out. Plus, spending six weeks at a house by the beach sounds a lot more inviting than six weeks in the sweltering kitchen at Bella Italia."

Truth be told, I'd been looking forward to returning to the kitchen of the Italian restaurant where I'd worked my last two years of high school. I thought it would be a great summer job following my first year away at college. But when my Aunt Karen's husband Jake had been tapped for a short-notice military deployment for the rest of the summer, my mother had quickly sold her younger sister on hiring me to stay with her and help out with her four-month-old baby, my new cousin, Amanda.

My main qualifications as an au pair were my years of experience in helping my mother take care of my little sister Kara, who was only five, fourteen years my junior. I had been deep into the diaper changing and bottle feeding and all-around care of my sweet little sister right from birth; never considering it a burden since I loved the little cutie to death.

I was also expected to put my restaurant experience to use by doing most of the cooking for me and my aunt, plus any handyman tasks that Uncle Jake would normally do. Otherwise, my time was my own and it was well expected for me to spend plenty of time at the beach or even just around my aunt's swimming pool with a jacuzzi. For this, Auntie was going to pay me almost as much as I would have earned at Bella Italia and Mom and Dad were going to boost my monthly allowance by $100 for the next school year. Good work when you can get it.

"And be sure to call regularly and let me know how things are going," Mom said, again repeating instructions she'd given me multiple times. Of course, these instructions went to the hidden but real reason my mom had pushed me to take a summer job as a nanny; to be her spy. She said Aunt Karen and Uncle Jake were having marital problems, in fact, she suspected that Jake had volunteered for his current temporary duty to get away from his wife and, perhaps even his baby, for a bit. Mom worried that that stress would add to her sister's risk of suffering post-partum depression, and she wanted me to be on the lookout for signs and report them back to her. Naturally, I was not to let Aunt Karen in on any of this part of my mission.

"I will, Mom," I said before finally breaking away and jumping into my car for the six-hour drive to the coast.

As I cruised along, I pictured hours in the sun taking in the vision of tons of girls in bikinis, telling myself I was going to overcome my usual shyness and talk to some of them. I had nothing to lose as nobody knew me and I could create a brand-new persona. One perhaps less boring than my real one.

Then I thought about the girl in a bikini I was really looking forward to. While my parents expected and even encouraged me to meet some 'beach bunnies' as Mom called them, they would be utterly shocked to learn that the one I'd really like to see dressed up as a Playboy Bunny was my Aunt Karen.

My aunt was just fucking hot. Not in a traditional fashion model way, she was too thick for that. Not fat, but thick like a choice, juicy steak. She had amazing curves, her ass in jeans was delicious and her full-figured body in a dress showcased the thick, strong legs, always in nylons, that supported that ass, and a pair of massive boobs above that had been a source of wet dreams for me for some time. If she would be hanging around her swimming pool in any kind of a bathing suit, I knew I'd be spending more time there than at the beach.

To be even more honest, when I thought about my aunt this way, usually while lying in bed, stroking my prick, we'd be spending even more time in her bed than in the pool and I would be exploring her acres of soft flesh with every tool at my disposal, from fingers to nose, from tongue to cock.

This may explain my fascination, or interest, in women with some meat on their bones. I didn't enjoy skinny girls. I enjoyed a bigger girl, not fat, just big-boned. They also were better in bed from my limited experience and tried harder. They were real women, who made real sounds in bed.

Anyways, with the wind at my back, no construction (a miracle in summer), and only stopping once, I arrived over an hour earlier than I anticipated and knocked on my aunt's door.

I stood there a long minute, starting to wonder if maybe she'd gone out on a last-minute errand since I wasn't expected so early when I finally heard a noise from the other side of the door. I smiled and waved at the doorbell camera.

Then the deadbolt turned and the door opened and I nearly lost my shit.

If the secret sick reason I had been so eager to take this job for the summer was to be around my hot aunt and feed my twisted incest fantasies, the reason behind the reason, the fetish within the fetish, now stood in front of me in luscious, living flesh.

Aunt Karen stood there with bare feet and wet hair, wearing a kimono-type robe that went to just below her knees. But what really rocked my world was her chest. The robe material was thin and completely inadequate to control the obviously braless watermelons it covered. As I said, Auntie had always been huge up top, but pregnancy and breastfeeding had only made things even more glorious.

"Joey!" she cheered, throwing her arms wide which nearly pulled the robe completely apart and exposed the Grand Canyon of cleavages. I immediately wanted to dive into the creamy white gorge but managed to simply step into her embrace. The press of her big hooters against my chest raised an instant boner in my pants. I had to make a conscious effort to not press my pelvis against hers and cause her to shut the door on the pervert on her doorstep.

"Come in, come in," she said, breaking off the hug much sooner than I would have liked, and pulling me inside by my arm before closing the door. "You're so early, you caught me just getting out of the shower," she said, pulling the robe closed again.

I was sorry to see the cleavage disappear, but it was replaced by something even better. Holding the robe that way stretched it tight across her chest, clearly outlining nipples that literally looked like thumb tips. And where they pressed, I registered ring-shaped stains where those big nipples had obviously been leaking breastmilk.

And here we come to the heart of it, the dark heart of my perversion. I had come here for those nipples, for those massive breasts and the milk they held. I wanted to nurse, and lacking that, I wanted fresh, personal memories of her mammaries to fuel my jerk-off fantasies.

I'd been thinking about this a lot recently, berating myself for such twisted desires, but I'd come to realize I'd been developing this fantasy a long time - probably starting with 13 months of watching my mother breastfeed my sister Kara. However, the really sexual nature of the fantasy had begun right here in this house, with this woman, some six months ago.

I had joined my family here for a few days out of my winter holiday break from college. Aunt Karen was eight months along and her already big tits were swelling more and periodically leaking in preparation for feeding her baby. For some reason I wanted nothing more than to tear open her blouse, rip off her bra, and engorge myself with what I just knew would taste like warm ambrosia.

Then I'd been back during my Spring Break. It was my first time seeing baby Amanda in person and I instantly fell in love with her, just as I had with Kara. But while my feelings for my new cousin were pure and protective, my feelings for her mother became dirtier and more perverse. I took every chance I could to watch her nurse the child, and visions of fat nipples leaking milk filled my mind and my dreams. I wanted to nurse on those melons. I wanted to nurse from them while I fucked my aunt. I wanted to fuck her big tits and blend our creams together when I came all over them.

Ever since then, my porn collection, which up till then had been dominated by women in nylons of some sort, began to accumulate a subset of mostly Japanese breastfeeding porn. For reasons I couldn't explain, watching a man lying back on a woman's legs, leaning up and nursing on a large, milk-filled breast through a swollen nipple had become the ultimate kink.

"Joey?" my aunt said, and I finally raised my eyes to her, wondering how long I'd been staring at her nipples pressing against the milk-stained robe.

"Yeah, well, I just made really great time on the road," I said. "Sorry to catch you at a bad time," I added, forcing my eyes to stay on hers.

"Well, I'm just a little embarrassed to be greeting you in my old, bumming-around-the-house robe," she said, pulling it closed even tighter.

"Sorry," I repeated, trying not to stare, but definitely distracted.

"No reason to be sorry," she said, "but why don't you go and unload your car while I go and get dressed."

"Sure," I nodded and went back out the front door while she headed toward her room. As I brought in my suitcases, guitar, gaming gear, and laptop, I kept telling myself to get my shit together and not fall into another trance staring at her incredible boobs, hypnotic though they were. I vowed I would limit myself to short, sideways glances. Oh, and very dark sunglasses when we were outdoors would probably be alright too.

As I was putting my clothes into drawers, Aunt Karen stepped through the open bedroom door, fully dressed and carrying little Amanda in her arms.

"There she is," I said, stepping over to see the little princess, feeling that mushy feeling inside that my mom says is a sign that I'll be a good dad myself one day. I sure hope so.

"Want to take her?" asked my aunt.

"Is she okay with strangers holding her?"

"Yeah, she's already a little social butterfly," laughed Karen. "Plus, you're no stranger; she's been talking about her handsome Cousin Joey ever since you were here in April."

"Is that so?" I said to the baby, taking her from her mother, happy to find all I had learned from handling Kara four years earlier was coming back to me. I also noticed Aunt Karen's calling me handsome, which sent a brief chill up my spine.

As I gently rocked and cooed at Amanda, I surreptitiously took in my aunt's impressive frame. She wore light, fairly loose clothes, appropriate for the summer heat, although, to my surprise and delight, she also wore pantyhose. I guess I'd expected being in her own home on maternity leave, that she would skip them, but there she was, walking around in her stocking-clad feet in suntan nylons and recently painted red toenails.

Karen was a high-powered corporate executive who always seemed to wear pantyhose with both her professional garb and her day-to-day dresses when I saw her in person or in photos or video calls... so I guess it was her habit even on maternity leave. Well, that was fine with me because pantyhose had always been a turn-on for me. My mom also wore them often, both as a teacher, and like Aunt Karen, when wearing a skirt or dress at home... a sign of good upbringing I thought (with my dirty mind). A few of my high school teachers had also worn them, nursing my fetish away from family. Unfortunately, at college, finding a girl who wore pantyhose was like finding a needle in a haystack, even very few female professors wore them these days.

Meanwhile, Amanda seemed to be taking to me just fine as she was snuggling against my chest and dropping off. The baby's reaction apparently relaxed her mother as well, because Aunt Karen's voice was soft and low when she spoke next.

"Thank you so much for taking this on, Joey. I suspect that a young college man could find more exciting ways to spend his summer."

"No problem," I said. "I'm really happy to be here. And if she's like this all the time, I guess it's going to be a nice, easy summer."

Auntie laughed and proceeded to fill me in on the true nature of the little devil in my arms and how she hoped I could help out as her au pair.

As she spoke, I continued to gently walk around the room, lulling the baby, while also continuing to assess my sexy aunt. She wore a blouse that didn't remotely try to hide her voluptuous breasts that looked to be DD or FF or GG cups (I planned to discover which size she was at some point during my stay). I realized that with a chest like that, all of her blouses had to be custom-tailored to fit like this one did. It was a fit that had me thinking very, very inappropriate thoughts. Yes, I knew it would be incest... but fuck, her tits were just so fucking big and her legs and feet in nylons so fucking tempting.

When she finished reciting my duties and thanked me once again for spending my summer with them, I replied, "You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for my favourite auntie."

Or to her,

I thought, which caused my already partially-swollen dick to pulse and threaten to give away my excitement by bulging into a full-blown crotch tent.

Her eyes squinted and I worried she might have caught the innuendo in my words, but then she smiled and said, "I'll take that as a compliment, even though I'm your only auntie," before crossing her arms in a way that enhanced rather than covered her voluptuous cleavage.

My eyes were once again drawn into the valley of forbidden flesh, the expanse of white skin looking so appealing. "Well, even if there were more, I'm sure you'd still be my favourite; who could match your beauty, brains and kindness?"

"Oh, wow, what have they been teaching you at that school of yours? You'd better save that level of bullshit, I mean charm, for the girls on the beach," Aunt Karen laughed, though I thought she looked pleased. "C'mon, follow me, you can put Amanda down in her playpen and then finish putting your stuff away while I start on supper."

I followed her out to the fully equipped chef's kitchen and gently laid the little angel down in a small travel playpen that was set up beside the breakfast nook. I expected Amanda and I would spend a lot of time here as part of my household duties and I was looking forward to trying out some of the neat gadgets.

A half-hour later, after finishing unpacking and setting up my laptop and PlayStation 5, I headed back to the kitchen, where Aunt Karen was well along in making supper.

I leaned back against the kitchen island to watch her work; her big body in motion enchanted me from tits to toes. We chatted about my role here which would include making breakfast and supper, and she told me about some of the special features in her fancy kitchen.

I jumped in to put the salad together and soon we were sitting down to our first dinner together as employer and employee, the new relationship developing into an inside joke while we talked during the meal prep.

"And you're sure you really want to take over the cooking already tomorrow?" she asked.

"Well, you know I'd be cooking at Bella Italia back home for my summer job if I hadn't come out here for you and Amanda, so yeah, I'm fine with getting started."

"I remember waitressing to make money for school my freshman year," said Aunt Karen. "I was so glad when they let me move into the office to do the books during my sophomore year."

"Yeah, I'm glad to be in the kitchen instead of having to schlep everything back and forth and put up with some of the customers."

"Tell me about it," she grimaced. "A big girl like me already had trouble squeezing between the close tables, but just because there was so much of me to touch, guys seemed to think a squeeze of my butt was included as part of the meal. Not that they showed any real appreciation for my fine behind in their tips."

I was stunned into silence for a moment, first because I couldn't believe Auntie had spoken so bluntly- although, it was actually classic Aunt Karen - but secondly and mostly, because I had been thinking so much myself about what it would feel like to squeeze her big butt, or stroke her pantyhose-covered leg, or, please God, squeeze and suck on those amazing breasts. I had found myself wondering how she kept from knocking her plate off the table with those things and realized she had developed a very careful way of eating, so she didn't end up dipping her mams into her food.

"That's messed up," I finally managed to say.

"Well, some men seem to have trouble telling the difference between appreciating and complimenting a woman, versus ogling and creeping her out." I noticed that squint I'd seen earlier, and heard a tone in her voice that made me think she might now be talking about me. I couldn't deny that I had addressed half of my conversation to her nipples instead of her eyes.

"Well, I can't claim sainthood," I said, going for an indirect mea culpa, "but I've never touched a girl against her desires and especially no random groping of strangers in clubs or crowds. As far as ogling, I hope I haven't creeped anyone out by staring when their beauty really hit me, but I'm certainly going to be more aware of it now that you've made me think about it."

She seemed to be appraising my response and apparently I passed, because she nodded and changed the subject.

"So, how was your first year of college?"

"Pretty good," I answered.

"Have you declared your major yet?"

"Actually, I'm following in your footsteps and going for a business degree."

"What field?"

"Economics I think," I said, bouncing back and forth between economics and marketing. I planned to take more classes in both fields and confirm my major after the second year.

"Hmm, not the most lucrative path, but interesting and important for working in the policy area."

"Yeah, I like the philosophy of economics," I said.

"Well, if you ever have any questions or need insight when you write papers or do research, I'm available," she offered.

"I appreciate that," I said, meaning it. Aunt Karen's insight and experience could be very useful down the road.

I made it through the rest of dinner okay, I thought, only talking to her tits twenty percent of the time instead of fifty. Although I don't think my cock ever went completely flaccid. I adroitly maneuvered my plate to cover my tumescence when I stood up, thanked her for dinner and said I would take care of the dishes.

She thanked me for that, scooped up Amanda and took her into the living room to feed her.

There was still a bit more to do in the kitchen after I got the dishwasher loaded and started, but my imagination wouldn't allow me to miss out on any more of what was going on in the living room. I made my way quietly to the edge of the room and my timing was perfect. Aunt Karen was getting ready to swap Amanda from one breast to the other.

While the baby continued suckling on the right, Aunt Karen pulled her blouse aside to uncover her left breast. She wore a nursing bra and deftly undid the drop-down cup to expose the nipple and areola on that side. That heavy-duty white cotton undergarment was suddenly the most erotic peekaboo bra I had ever seen. In the glow of a table lamp, I could see a globule of milk already forming at the tip.