Milk Maid Lover_(2)

Milk Maid

Darla my wife and I was expecting our first child at any moment. The nervous energy between the two of us was almost palpable. I loaded her packed bags into the car and pulled around to the front of the house to shorten her walking distance. Throwing one bag in the back with a change of clothes for me, although I didn’t think it would be necessary, but Darla had insisted. I heard her scream and I almost drove straight through our prized winning rose garden to get back to her. She stood propped against the doorway as I hurried to her side, just as her water broke spilling onto the front steps.

I was in full panic mode at this point and I picked her up and carried her to the silver colored sedan. Adjusting the passenger’s seat so she could be somewhat comfortable I closed the door and ran to the other side. We sped off into the night ignoring all traffic laws as I called ahead to let our Dr. know we were on the way to the birthing center. I wasn’t thrilled about this center, but Darla loved it.

It was a simple and very welcoming place, but it seemed to discourage modern comforts. It didn’t have all the shiny new equipment the large hospitals have. It was designed to give birth in the most natural of ways. I was all for natural, but if something went wrong, I wanted the assurance they would be able to take care of it. They had no such assurances. But again, Darla loved its serene atmosphere. She was against taking any drugs and I was so proud of her.

I pulled to the front of the building and was met by two orderlies whom helped me get Darla out of the car and into a wheelchair. Another scream forced its way out of her pouty lips, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. Even in this tremendous pain my wife was stunning. Her golden hair spread out across her shoulders and her deep blue eyes intensified as she cried out. Pregnancy really agreed with her, she had a glow that would stop your heart.

Moments later we were led into the birthing chamber and the doctor came in. He checked Darla and informed us that our little bundle of joy would soon be making his appearance. Darla and I exchanged looks and I knew she was afraid, but she would never admit it. I held her soft hand as she pushed and scream without the aid of any drugs and I was in awe of her strength. She was truly a magnificent woman and I was convinced there was nothing in this world that she couldn’t accomplish. I was a very lucky man. We’ve only been married a year but due to our age, we both wanted to have a baby as soon as possible. With me 46 and she 38 we knew our window was slowing closing. When she told me, she was pregnant it was the happiest moment in my life. I’ve been ecstatic ever since!

I hadn’t realized I was daydreaming until I heard the tiny cry of my baby boy. I was so proud in that moment; my heart began to swell, and I found my eyes moist as I looked him over. He was perfect! She was perfect! Darla and I both rejoiced in his presence. A healthy beautiful baby-boy.

Soon they had him all cleaned up and we were able to spend some time with him. Darla attempted to nurse him several times that first day with no luck. She was against buying formula and wanted nothing but the best for our little Caden. I was just so overwhelmed, it all felt so surreal.

The latter part of the evening a nurse entered the room and suggested a surrogate to feed him until Darla’s milk came in. She was borderline rude insisting Caden was hungry and needed to eat. It felt like an ultimatum. But I knew she was right he was approaching 6 hours after birth and I was sure he was indeed very hungry.

I opted for a bottle of formula and Darla stopped me and requested the surrogate to feed my little guy. I wasn’t thrilled about this choice; I didn’t want some stranger bonding with my son in that way. I felt I had no other choice than to abide by her wishes as she had worked so hard to make sure everything was perfect for him. She assured me it would only be a couple of feedings and her milk would most likely come in. The nurse picked him p and carried him out of the room. Darla attached the double side breast pump and began pumping in an attempt to force the milk out.

The breast pumped hugged Darla full breasts and continued to pump sucking each nipple into the tube. She would pump for an hour straight and rest and resumed after another hour had passed. Her breast was red and beginning to bruise as she wouldn’t give up. This went on until she fell asleep exhausted. I felt completely helpless as I watched her sleep. She was trying so hard to get her milk to come in but so far not one drop had been forced out. I searched the breast pump for even the slightest bit of moisture and found none. I was glad she able to sleep, if nothing else than to give her drained body a little time to recover.

I took my exit as she slept silently to go see my boy before going to sleep myself in the over sized recliner next to the bed. I was expecting to find him nestle in a nursery bed fast asleep but instead I found him in the arms of the surrogate milk maid. She sat in a rocker chair and held him close to her large breast and he was really latched on although he appeared to be asleep. She attempted to remove him and eagerly resumed sucking for a second or two and drifted back off again.

She nodded to acknowledge me and stood to walk across the room to lay him down. This time he didn’t protest the missing breast being withdrawn from his mouth. I found myself staring in awe as her exposed breasts jiggled and dripped milk as she moved about.

I tried to turn away not wanting to embarrass her or myself, but the sight was all too overwhelming too consuming. She was a tall slim young black woman and her skin the color of milk chocolate. She made no attempt to cover herself as I stood in awe of her. I found myself becoming aroused and I felt shameful as I couldn’t pull my eyes off her swollen milk filled breast. They were magnificent. As far as natural breast goes these were the largest, I’ve ever seen. Yet, somehow they still appeared perky.

Her large black nipples seemed to stare back at me as I looked on. The large puffy nipples continued to drip milk as she spoke to me. She didn’t appear to be embarrassed at all. I tried to pay attention to her words, but I was fighting urge not to latch onto her and begin sucking the milk myself. I heard her say he has quite the appetite like his father I assume, and she giggled; the giggle only younger girls make.