Author's note: all characters in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction based on an actual circumstance.
This is a fantasy; please take it as such
This is my first attempt; constructive feedback is appreciated.
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My wife has family in the Midwest. When we started dating, her nieces and nephews were young children, and many of them were in our wedding as flower girls or ushers. We would visit every couple of years, and always were amazed at how the "kids" were growing and changing.
After we were married for about ten years or so, we visited the family with our two toddlers. Family gatherings were getting larger, and as noted, all the kids were growing up.
One niece, Nina, was now a senior in high school. She was a beautiful young girl with dark hair, blue eyes, a bright, toothy smile, maybe 5'6" or so, and probably 125 lbs. But the most striking thing about Nina was her breasts. They were very, very large. I suspected she was about 34DD, maybe 36E.
She wore very conservative clothing, always high collared and buttoned up. That was likely mandated by her bible-thumping mother, who while a nice person, was not worldly in any sense, thus always fell back to her faith.
Nina was very outgoing and friendly with us when we visited. She loved our girls and made them welcome. She planned to go to college and study child development. There was no boyfriend as yet. It wasn't clear if Nina was shy or her mother was keeping the boys away. Based on Nina's looks and personality, I'm sure she had to beat them back.
The years passed, all the kids grew up and became adults, and got married, or pregnant, or both. Nina married a nice young man, and they proceeded to have two girls. He worked for a local farm machinery dealer as a mechanic and made good money. She stayed at home and raised their girls.
They were a simple farm-country family, building a comfortable but simple life. The appearance was that Nina was the perfect daughter, wife, and mother. But as we know, appearances can be deceiving.
We'd visit, and now that all the kids were adults and most had kids of their own, we'd occasionally socialize with them away from their parents, all of whom were tea-totalers. The kids, as we referred to them, all had healthy appetites for beer, wine, and cocktails.
Nina was no exception. She liked to go out with a group of girlfriends, who were all moms, to the local watering hole and have a few rounds a couple of times a month. This was evident from social media posts. Perhaps the "perfect daughter" wasn't so perfect.
As her kids grew up, Nina was indeed a good mom, but she also took her fair share of "me time" with her girlfriends, attending conferences, concerts and other events that typically were overnight or several nights. OK, so maybe Nina had a bit of the wild child in there that she was exercising.
During a friendly catch-up phone call, my wife got some information from someone living in the same town as Nina that perhaps all was not well in Nina's home.
Subsequently, my wife called her brother to deal with something to do with a property her mother owned near where her brother lived. Her mother was elderly, and my wife was taking care of her mother's finances after her dad passed away.
They got to talking and she comes to find out that Nina and her husband are divorcing because Nina, perfect daughter, wife, and mom, had an affair. Hmmmm.
Nina's husband walked away from everything, but still sees his kids one night a week and a couple of weekends a month. The scuttlebutt was the divorce ended the affair and Nina was dealing with the consequences.
Some of her more religious friends shunned her. It was difficult because in a small town, everyone knows everything about everyone else and Nina's situation was essentially public information.
We visited a couple of years later so we could keep in touch with the family. My wife had to deal with some more of her mother's finances as well. We visited all of her siblings, who were all grandparents now. Our kids were younger, so we were not yet grandparents.
We also made a point to socialize with the "kids" on a few different occasions. One evening we met Nina at the local watering hole. I hadn't seen her in several years. She was still quite stunning with her dark hair, bright blue eyes, easy smile, very large breasts, and shapely butt. Her hips had the maternal spread, but she was not fat in the least. She was definitely a MILF.
Nina invited one of her loyal friends and we had a very nice time buying each other rounds of beers and drinks. For the first time that I could recall, Nina was wearing a V-neck sweater that was slightly low-cut, revealing some, actually a lot, of her cleavage. It was an impressive cleavage, especially when she leaned over when laughing.
Nina had a thing for Cosmos, so while she wasn't sloppy drunk at the end of the evening, she was definitely impaired. My wife was concerned and asked me to drive Nina home.
We convinced Nina it was the right thing to do, and that we'd get her car back to her first thing in the morning. She gave me the car keys, and kept the house keys. I drove her home.
Along the way we made small talk, and she insisted, "I'm really OK."
I told her, "Better to be safe than sorry."
It was not a short drive to her house, so we continued to talk. The alcohol loosened her tongue quite a bit and I got some of the details about her divorce without asking. She and the now ex-husband had been drifting apart, and the passion was gone. I told her she didn't have to talk about this.
Nina kept on going, saying it was somewhat therapeutic to just talk about it. She continued and said they had stopped being intimate not too long after their second child was born.
Nina said very frankly that she needed sex several times a week otherwise she got irritable and bitchy.
This was almost TMI, but I found myself getting turned on. I knew that was wrong, but I couldn't help it. She was a MILF, after all.
I then asked if there was an underlying reason he cut her off. She blushed a little, but the alcohol was acting as truth serum.
She blurted out that she was like a cow after giving birth.
I said, "Well a little weight gain is to be expected, but you seem to have gotten back to where you were weight-wise."
Nina laughed and said, "It wasn't the weight, it was my lactating breasts. I produced all kinds of milk, way more than the baby needed." She continued that she pumped to try to keep it under control, but she just kept producing.
Nina's husband couldn't deal with it. They began sleeping in separate bedrooms because she leaked at night. The sex stopped because she leaked profusely as she got turned on. When she climaxed her milk literally sprayed out of her nipples all over the place. The bed would be puddled with her milk and he just couldn't stand it.
Well, at this point in the conversation, I was happy it was dark because I was about as hard as I could be hearing this story. I have a thing about lactating women that sends me and my manhood through the roof. When my wife was breastfeeding, I was always half hard, and she would not consider letting me nurse from her breasts. That was too kinky for her.
I still had a thing about it and Nina's discussion confirmed it. I was painfully hard, and if it wasn't dark, Nina, even in her inebriated state, would have seen my healthy bulge.
We got to her house and it was all dark. I asked her if the kids were home.
She told me they were with their dad. She struggled to get out of the car, so I ran around to help her out. I grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the seat.
She stumbled into me and we fell into an awkward embrace. She looked up at me and said, "Oh, hello there honey!" with a sexy smile and desire in her eyes.
Some of that was likely due to the fact that she fell against me and felt my bulging member against her crotch. I asked her if she was OK and began to walk her to her front door, which was up several stairs from where we stood.
She said, "Oh, I'm fine. But how are you, big boy?" giving me a flirtatious look and a smile of desire.
I knew it was the many Cosmos talking.
I said, "I'm fine Nina. Let's get you upstairs."
She smiled and playfully asked, "OK. But tell me, why are you hard as a rock?"
Nina's blunt question caught me cold, as it was out of character for her. I stammered something unintelligible, hoping she would drop it.
Nina was insistent. She spoke firmly and loudly, "Stop mumbling and tell me why your cock is rock hard!"
I figured the only way to quiet her down was to tell her. As we walked, I explained to her that her story about her lactating breasts was a turn-on for me; that lactating and pregnant women were very sexy to me and that made me hard.
Nina was smiling ear to ear by this time. She knew she got me hard and was proud of it.
We got to the stairs and started to navigate them. I placed my arm around her waist to steady her.
She giggled and put her arm around me. Then she started in a bit more. "So lactating breasts make you hot, do they? What would you say if I told you that I still am lactating?"
I stopped dead, almost stumbling backwards.
