F&R, Mother's Milk

By Trixie T

It has been that kind of a week. You know the kind of week where you are questioning your career choice and you are praying that someone will just come in and shoot you to take you out of your misery. Then the blond bombshell came into my life. A bombshell with breasts over producing milk, a bombshell with needs not being met. Needs I am more than happy to fulfill and the hell with the dripping milk!

• Language: English
• Publisher: WSIC EBooks Ltd.
• Release date: Mar 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781926879802

Trixie T

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F&R, Mother’s Milk

By: Trixie T

Published by WSIC EBooks Ltd.

Copyright March 23, 2012 by WSIC Ebooks Ltd.

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Dedication

I want to give a long overdue thank you to the men in my life that review my books to keep them from being too girly. I know you guys gave a lot to make this one a reality so thank you for all the feedback you provided to make this and all my other books come to life.

Chapter One

My headache is just starting to subside and I am really starting to question my career choice. Sure, when I first made the choice to be a photographer, I had big plans and best of all no boss to have to worry about or to please. But right now, I am locking the door to my studio so I will not have to deal with anybody else even though the latest screaming baby that is responsible for my headache has finally quieted and thankfully, my headache is finally starting to subside.

The child’s mother, a young thing of twenty-four or maybe twenty-five had brought in her six month old child for photographs a half hour ago and wouldn’t you know it the minute we get her ready and in position she opens her mouth, squeals and would not shut up.

I’m getting too old for this shit…It all sounded good when you started but now you’re thirty-two and what do you have. Nothing except screaming kids in the back room and bills to pay.

Thankfully, the screaming had stopped about five minutes after I took the pill for the headache and now the door is locked so I don’t have to worry about another customer stepping in so time to go back and see if I can get a picture of the brat and make some kind of living. Heaving a big sigh, I draw the curtain aside and walk to the back of the shop where I have my studio.

I have not taken two steps inside before I stop dead in my tracks. Oh yes the brat is quiet and the reason is now crystal clear, for I would be quiet too if I was sucking on the nipple of that large breast.

I have to say the mother looks beautiful as she smiles down at the child and slowly strokes her downy hair as the babe suckles. The only thing throwing off the whole picture, so my inner eye tells me, is the ugly nursing bra she is wearing. It is clearly visible behind the child and right now, it has the flap on the right breast turned down so that the child can nurse.

The mother though, now there is a vision. Long, wavy blonde hair with a fine sculptured face…high cheekbones, nice chin, blue eyes… so, so blue. The woman was obviously large breasted before having the baby and even larger breasted now that her breasts are swollen with milk. My nine-inch cock throbs at the sight of her and okay her bared breast.

On top of all that and surprising to me when she first walked into my studio pushing the baby carriage is that having the baby does not seem to have put weight on her. When she called to make the appointment, she told me her child was six months old. I expected a woman still sporting some of the excess fat of child bearing to show up but it is obvious that whatever she has done to get rid of the excess fat has worked for the dress she showed up in hugged a body that does not look fatty at all.

So here, I am standing on the threshold of my own studio stunned by the image of this blonde haired mother breastfeeding her child. It probably would not have been so bad if in having to breastfeed she would not have had to lower the top of her dress so that she is sitting there bare from the waist up…except for that ugly bra that is.

Sorry, I hope you don’t mind. I really should have fed her before I came but I was running late…I’m so sorry.

I am a man, so what can I say. Screw you and get the hell out. Not likely.

Ah, no problem Mrs… I forgot the lady’s name.

You never forget a lady’s name Max. Get a grip on yourself.

Call me Lizzy.

I clear my throat to try to make it work. Okay, well if you will excuse me I will let you finish.

I turn to walk away but then turn quickly back. I can’t say what it is that gets into me or why I say it but…You know the way you were looking at your child and stroking her hair when I walked in would have been a beautiful picture.

You think!...Well thank you for that. I’ve never thought of getting a picture of me feeding her.

No problem. I will be in the front cleaning up. Just yell if you need anything.

This time I do turn to leave, and leave I really have to do for my cock is starting to stir at the sight in front of me.

Do you really think you could make a nice picture of me breastfeeding?

Probably. You want me to try?

Lizzy looks thoughtful for a minute or two before coming back with a response. Sure, why not. She gives me a smile and my knees go weak.

Her smile, the first real smile she has given me since coming in is breath taking, full of teeth and the rising of her high cheekbones.

Whoever is fucking that is a lucky man.

Let me get my camera and see what I can do. Go back to what you were doing and ignore me if you can.

Lizzy nods at me and goes back to looking down at her suckling child. Her blonde hair falls forward and like a veil, half covers her bare chest and child. She goes to brush it away. No stop!

What!

That is perfect, don’t move.

I reach for my camera, turn it on, and then point it at this beautiful mother. The camera loves her. The way the hair glows, that radiant smile, that smooth, slightly tanned skin….if only it wasn’t for that ugly bra.

Excuse me but I have to change breast.

I look at her stupidly so she clarifies. I have to put her on the other breast.

The light bulb goes on. Oh, sorry. I got carried away I guess. Ummm, well let me just leave you to it.

No need, I just wanted you to know that’s all.

I watch as she plucks her child from her right nipple. I get a brief glimpse of a lightly shaded areola and a fat nipple before she draws the cover back up on her bra. Showing no shyness or shame she draws the cover off her other breast and moves the squirming child to it.

My cock is stirring, pushing up against the front of my slacks…and if I don’t do something to distract me I am about to make a fool of myself in front of my customer.

Hummm…

I do not know what has gotten into me for I never have trouble speaking, so I try again.

Ah…you want to look at the pictures?

Sure but I don’t suppose I will see very much on the camera’s small screen.

Don’t worry I have something for that. Just sit right there while I set it up.

Something I do have. I use a digital camera to take pictures. As far as I am concern, my digital camera is god sent for it allows me to plug it into my computer and in less than a minute, I can be showing my customers enlarged pictures of what I just shot. Makes getting and selling just the right picture to the customers much easier.

So in no more than a minute I am showing Lizzy the pictures I just took. They are good pictures even if I have to say so myself but as I expected the ugly nursing bra keeps the pictures as just good, not great and certainly not perfect.

Sorry. I thought I could shoot an image that would hide the bra or at least minimize its effects.

That’s all right. They are pretty good though.

Good but not perfect.

And what would make them perfect?

The bra…it has to go. I clamp my mouth shut.

Fuck, I can’t believe I just told her that. Keep this shit up Max and you won’t even have this piss poor studio to work in….more like a six by six cell. What the fuck is the matter with you today!

Lizzy tilts her head and seems to take a closer look at the pictures I have displayed on the large screen.

I think you’re right. Help me take off my bra.

Once again, I clarify; I am a man and being a man I am clueless to the finer niceties of woman, clueless to what a woman is thinking or feeling at any given time unless it is spelled out clearly. As a man, when I want something, I go straight to the point like an arrow. Either I am successful or not and the lady tells me clearly and to the point as to the degree of my success. As for Lizzy, I would be more than happy to try a shot at her but I am certain that the least that would result in is a slap and the worst jail; both is a little more that what I bargain for, so I stand there like an idiot.

She is almost finished so if we are going to get a perfect picture we better get started.

Ah, ya sure…

What a fucking idiot you are Max…oh ya…um let me get my tongue off the fucking floor…loser. You are supposed to be a professional, now act like one!

I move behind Lizzy, who has yet to get off the settee I sat her on when she first started this session. It takes me two hands and a little fumbling but I finally manage to get the bra un-hooked. And best of all, my cock is only half-hard when I walk back around so I will only be making half a fool of myself.

Her baby prepares to let out a wail when Lizzy pulls her away from her nipple but it takes Lizzy only a couple of seconds to slip free of her bra and to get her nipple back inside her baby’s mouth.

Fuck…cock half-hard. Ya right, that was just thrown out the window. My cock is pushing hard against my slacks and I am praying that Lizzy keeps looking to her child.

Problem here! I am not sure my cock is going to get soft again until that blonde haired bombshell sitting on my settee with the top of her dress pushed down to her waist and her perfect, milk swollen breasts with large slightly shaded areolas and super stiff nipples, gets that stupid bra I just asked her to remove back on!

Dam it, she looks up. I see her eyes travel from her baby to me then down to my swell, proudly shouting for attention and pushing too dam hard against my slacks. Her high cheeks color a little and then her eyes snap back to mine.

She’s almost finished. Her voice is much quieter than it was.

Okay…well here we go then.

Once more, I go crazy with the camera. Once more, the camera loves her. This mother is a beauty and when I get her to give her baby that look I first walked in on it is perfection. The baby has the nipple in her mouth. One of her small hands pushes gently against her massive milk bottle while the mother looks down in admiration. That long blonde hair of hers provides such a tantalizing veil.

I keep my professionalism until the sight of milk beading on her free nipple then dripping off catches my attention. Once more, the camera goes crazy but this time the subject of my pictures is that large swollen breast leaking mother’s milk onto the mother’s lap.

You spill in your pants and I swear I’m cutting you off!

I guess that should do. I state somewhat reluctantly but come on I have already taken a hundred pictures or so, how much further can I push this before she calls me a pervert!

So let’s take a look. Lizzy replies.

I have to blame the next part on thinking with my small head instead of the one that is supposed to have something called a brain. We are flipping through the pictures and she has already picked a couple she wants when the pictures change from her and the baby being the subject to her leaking nipple….FUCK…

That’s so embarrassing.

I blush for I am sure she is making that comment about me not being a professional and letting my small freaking head do the fucking thinking.

Ever since I started producing milk that is all I have been doing…leaking and more leaking. Not even she can keep up. Lizzy indicates the baby now lying contently in her arms. The doctors say I am overproducing but I sure get tired of being wet all the time. As for my nipples, they usually don’t get that long and hard when she feeds. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that you were taking pictures. Lizzy blushes with her last statement.

Once more, she has caught me flat-footed. I expected her to call me a pervert or something, not to explain about her leaking and then apologizing for having hard freaking nipples…..is that what breast-feeding does to women; make them think of their tits as nothing more than a bottle. I mean go figure, we men spend our entire life looking at women’s breasts, our entire life trying to get the best view down their cleavage, our entire life wishing we could fondle them, then what…they expect us to just turn that off when those same breasts start producing milk. Well they may think of them as nothing more than milk bottles but there is no freaking way men will.

Well ummm.

Just do it loser.

I think they are perfect. I mean look at this picture. See how the milk is beaded on the nipple, how it is getting too heavy to hold and take a look at this one…..I could probably make a fortune off the Internet with these. The last part I say quietly to myself…or so I thought.

You really think so?

What?

Do you really think you could make some money with those?

Well… I look at the pictures and then back to her, uncertain if this is one of those women trap things….you know like you’re dam if you do and dam if you don’t; taking a deep breath I decide to take the plunge.

Probably. I mean take a close look at your breasts and stop thinking of them as milk bottles. They are perfect. The skin is smooth with no blemishes. The breast themselves are so full, I bet you were a D cup before you started milking.

Full C.

Well you are certainly more than that now!

Lizzy laughs at me.

Moron, shut up. You have only buried yourself a few inches so shut the fuck up!

And your nipples. They stick out so far and they are perfectly in line with your areolas, speaking of which... I roll my eyes making Lizzy laugh before continuing. I’m sorry if you take this as an insult Lizzy, but your breasts are almost enough to give a man an orgasm. Apparently, my tongue is refusing to listen to my brain.

Lizzy blushes at my last statement. Dam how beautiful she looks sitting cross-legged on the settee with the baby lying contently in the middle of her skirt. Better yet, she has made no move to cover up her breasts and they hang lovingly, largely, enticingly, dripping mother’s milk above her baby…What I would do to get my hands on those tits…

How much do you think you could make?

There you go opening you stupid mouth before you think.

Well I don’t know really. I’ve never had anything to do with that….I was just speaking from personal feelings. I finish off lamely.

Lizzy knows exactly what personal feeling I am talking about for that stupid personal feeling is pushing hard against my slacks….She gives me a knowing smile, my cock twitches.

Raising a child is not cheap you know. This session was a splurge on my part. How about if I give you those pictures to make up the cost of this photo session? Anything you make over and above the cost we can slit 50-50?

You can’t be serious!

Sure, why not?

Well….well….

Well what, you fucking idiot?

What if your husband sees them? Now I am reaching for I really don’t give a shit if he sees them or not.

And why would he be on the Internet looking at women’s breasts and for that matter do you really think he would tell me even if he did see my picture posted?

I look to Lizzy stunned; she smiles back at me oh so innocently. What a day. A hour ago I was hoping someone would