My Lactating Aunt Pt. 01

Dodging rain drops as I ran out of the drug store on a December evening was not how I had planned on spending my night. As I dashed to my car I could see my breath and sighed in annoyance. I should have been on my way to pick up my new girlfriend for some action. It had been a week sense my first meeting with Kelly, my new online fling. She gave me a blowjob in the parking lot behind a warehouse and I was excited to see if things were going to go further tonight. I was only 19 and itching for more.

I fumbled with my keys for a moment before I was able to hop into my car. I hastily tossed the plastic bag with diapers on the passenger seat and turned the heat to high in an attempt to dry off a little on my short ride.

I sped off in a hurry towards my aunt’s to deliver the goods. My Aunt Lisa was my mom’s only younger sister and had given birth to her first child only two months ago. During her pregnancy, her jerk of a husband got caught cheating and they were in the midst of what was shaping up to be a nasty divorce.

As luck would have it, right before I was headed out to meet Kelly the phone rang at my parents house and I was the only one home to answer. It was Aunt Lisa on the verge of tears saying she only had one diaper left and had finally gotten the baby down for the night. She had hoped my parents would be able to run to the store for her. I explained they had gone to dinner, but despite my already running late, offered to grab what she needed before my date.

I texted Kelly and let her know I was running an errand for my aunt and she offered to tag along; I politely declined and told her I would be on the way and it would be quicker if I went solo. She understood and said she was excited about our date and liked how sweet I was for helping my family.

I threw my car in park and hurried to my aunt’s front door with the goods in tow. I almost rang the doorbell, but I realized I would likely wake the baby. My aunt must have seen me pull up and met me at the door motioning for me to come out of the cold rain. I thought I would be out in a minute.

I handed my aunt the bag and tried to whisper that I had to go, but even in the dimly lit foyer I could see that she was teary eyed. Aunt Lisa turned and walked down the hallway of her large colonial home towards the kitchen and I followed closely.

For recently having a child Aunt Lisa looked remarkably good. She was ten years younger than my mother and at 38, could still turn heads. She was always full figured, but had curves in all the right places. She was wearing tight grey sweat pants and a white long sleeve shirt.

“What’s wrong Auntie?” I asked.

Sniffing and irritated she replied, “ I can’t believe I have to go through this alone! I haven’t slept for more than an hour since the baby was born and my asshole husband is shacked up with his mistress!”

I stood in silence and searched for a reply. The kitchen was dark, but I could see my aunt’s shirt was damp around each breast. I must have been staring, because as I looked up from her breasts her eyes found mine for a split second. I knew she had caught me looking.

Aunt Lisa was about 5’2” and during her pregnancy she had gained quite a bit of weight, but it seemed to land in all the right places. Her hips and butt had widened, but more amazingly, her already big breasts seemed to enormous.

She began to cry and stammered, “And now I am fucking leaking milk like a cow! What the fuck!”

I walked across the kitchen towards her and hugged her tightly. I pulled her head towards my chest and she completely broke down.

I rubbed her back and said in a whisper, “You look great and Uncle Scott was a fool to do what he did to you. You are better off without him.”

She cleared her throat and looked up at me and used the sleeves of her shirt to dry her eyes. She half smiled and I continued to rub her back.

My aunt and I had never been super close, but I sincerely felt bad for her. I attempted to console her and squeezed her a little harder and she winced.

“Ouch!” she said as she flinched.

“I’m sorry, What happened?” I asked.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” she replied half smirking.

“No really, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“ Well…it’s my…it’s my tits Bryan. I haven’t had much luck nursing and I have to keep pumping milk and I am over due;” she said in a very matter of fact tone.

I was again stumbling for words and looked down at her swollen breasts to see that even larger wet spots appeared. I quickly stepped back from our long hug and I felt myself blush.

In a trembling voice I said, “ I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…”

Aunt Lisa cut me off and looked down towards my crotch and replied smirking, “Relax Bryan, It’s ok.”

I hadn’t noticed before, but between the anticipation of seeing Kelly tonight and feeling my aunt’s heaving chest pressed against me had me aroused.