The Nursing Mother

Fbailey story number 515


The Nursing Mother


My mother asked me to look in on a young friend of hers that was going through some bad times. Cynthia, the young mother needed some adult companionship, a break from reality, and some help around the house. Specifically she had a dripping faucet in the bathroom, a squeaky rocking chair, and a door with a bad hinge.

When I arrived she knew who I was and had been expecting me. My mother had taken her two oldest children to give Cynthia a break.

I could not believe that Cynthia was younger than I was. She was seventeen years old and had given birth to three children each a year apart. She was holding the two-month-old girl and Mom had the fourteen-month-old boy and the twenty-six-month-old girl.

I was eighteen years old, lost my virginity when I was seventeen, and had only been with two girls in that whole time. I used condoms and they had both been on birth control, you can never be too careful. Or in Cynthia’s case not careful at all. Her children had three different fathers and she wasn’t married to any of them.

The rocking chair had a loose leg that needed glue and a small nail to fix it. The door just needed a few toothpicks with Elmer’s Glue shoved into the holes and the screws put back in place. The faucet was a different matter. I had to figure out how to turn the water off and then the whole thing was so corroded that I had trouble getting it apart. I decided that the best way to fix it was to replace it. She was all upset and said that she didn’t have any money to replace it. When I told her that I had the money she was still not pleased. It didn’t mater to me because I went down to the local hardware store and got the cheapest one on the shelf. It was less than twenty bucks and it was going to be a lot easier for me to install.

Cynthia was only wearing panties when I got back, the kid had spit up on her and she wanted to nurse. It was no big thing to her but it sure was to me. She followed me into the bathroom while I changed the faucet. Surprisingly she dropped her panties and sat down on the toilet to nurse her daughter. I listened to her pee tinkling in the bowl as I struggled to get the old faucet off. She pulled her panties up with one hand without wiping. I looked over and the toilet paper holder was empty. I also saw a nice thick bush of brown hair on her pussy. Then it was covered with her heavy white panties. There were a few dark yellow stains in her crotch. I got the old faucet off and the new one on without a leak.

Cynthia was very thankful. To show her appreciation she offered to let me fuck her. Normally I would have said no but then I remembered what my mother had said about Cynthia needing adult companionship, someone to talk too, and that she needed to get her mind off things in general. Sex always did that for me.

She took me into her bedroom, put the kid in a crib, and removed her panties. She apologized for the unruly hair, the lack of feminine hygiene, and smelling of sour milk.

I hadn’t noticed any of that. She was so pretty. Her breasts were swollen with mother’s milk to the point where she was going to burst. Her thick bush parted giving me a clear view of her pink hole glistening with her pent up desire or the leftover piss. I chose to think of it as her desire to get fucked.

When I pulled out a condom she insisted that I didn’t need to use one with her. I told her that I always do. She said that it was like fucking without the feeling.