At 47 the impossible happened and I found myself pregnant with what would become my beautiful little miracle girl, Leslie Ann. I'm still not sure how I got pregnant, I had been taking the pill forever and my husband Bill and I didn't make love all that often and in fact he and I argued more about our sex life than most people argue over presidential politics. At any rate, after a hard nine months Leslie was born and she quickly became the love of my life. I had decided early on in my pregnancy that I would breast feed Leslie as I had done with my son Brian and after the first time the baby sucked on my breast and I felt that special tingling between my legs my fingers quickly found my clit and I was in seventh heaven once again. When ever Leslie need feeding I quickly escaped into the privacy of my bedroom, stripped out of my clothes and put her little mouth on my breast and my enjoyed the sensations as she suckled and my fingers danced on my clit, maybe I enjoyed it a little too much.
It was about four months after Leslie's birth that Bill and I got into a doozy of an argument, yes it was over sex again, and this time it was a knock-down, drag-out in front of my 23 year old son Brian and his new wife Paula. The whole thing started innocently enough on a warm Sunday afternoon at a BBQ at our house. I had invited Brian and Paula to come over and spend the day with us and not having had any alcohol in months because of the pregnancy and then breast feeding I'll admit that the two glasses of beer I consumed went to my head but when I playfully pulled Bill into my arms to hug him and he pushed me away my temper flared. "God damn it Bill, what the fuck is wrong with you? Don't you want me any more? Do I turn you off so much that you can't even give me a hug? Christ honey we haven't been intimate since before I got pregnant and that was fourteen damned months ago!" He tried to hush me up but I was too mad and too drunk and I wouldn't quit, "Don't you try to hush me up Bill Jackson, if you want me to quit yelling then take me to the bedroom and make love to me the way you used to!" Eventually my son broke up the argument by putting his arm around my shoulder and leading out of the backyard and into the kitchen.
Brian hugged me then sat me down in a kitchen chair. "Mom you have to calm down!"
I was sitting there with tears streaming down my cheeks when Brian knelt down beside me and put his hand on my shoulders and leaned in and kissed my cheek. I smiled at his peace making gesture. "Oh I'm sorry honey but I just can't stand your father's lack of affection one second longer." I looked up and saw that Paula had come into the kitchen too and I wiped my eyes and tried to make myself presentable. She walked over to where I was sitting and pulled up a chair beside me and started gently rubbing my back.
"Brian," she said, "you go out in the backyard with your father and let me and your mom chat a while."
Brian dutifully left the kitchen and Paula scooted the chair up even closer and put her arm around my shoulder and continued to rub my back. "Look mom I know how you feel and don't worry, Bill is probably still in shock over your pregnancy and the arrival of little Leslie Ann. Remember that being a brand new father at 50 will take some getting used to. Just hang in there and I'm sure the intimacy will return."
I was so taken by my daughter-in-law's maturity that I didn't know what to say. Paula was just 22 but she was as bright and beautiful as anyone I knew. She had been an excellent athlete, a competitive diver who just missed out on the Olympics placing fifth in the U. S. trials. She stood almost 5'7" and couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds and she had the most marvelous small perky breasts to go with a body that reminded me of a Greek goddess, long flowing blonde hair and long and lanky legs. Her body was well tanned and combined her golden hair and blue eyes she was a beautiful woman and according to Brian a wonderful wife and she was certainly a welcome addition to our family. I smiled at her and patted her hand. "Thanks Paula, I'm sorry I've made such a fool of myself." Just then I heard Leslie crying and I excused myself to feed and change her. I was actually looking forward to being alone with my baby as it would give me some time to gather my whits and of course a chance to masturbate.
I walked down the hallway and into Leslie's room and picked her up and cradled her in my arms and softly cajoled to her. "There, there honey, don't cry mommy is going to feed you." I carried her down to my bedroom and laid her in the middle of my bed and checked her diaper, it was definitely wet. "No problem sweetheart mommy will get you a nice dry diaper." I pulled off her dirty diaper and took it into the bathroom and tossed it into the diaper pail then returned and cleaned her, sprinkled talcum powder on her bottom and her bald little pussy and as I spread the talcum around I caressed her tiny pussy and she smiled up at me and giggled. "Well you better enjoy someone touching your pussy now honey cuz when you're an old married woman your husband certainly won't be interest in you." I had said it aloud without realizing that my daughter-in-law was standing in the doorway.
"Oh I don't think that's necessarily true mom."
Surprised at not being alone, I turned and saw her standing there watching me and I blushed. "Yea, well maybe but that's the way I feel." I finished putting on Leslie's diaper and prepared to feed her.
"Mom if it's okay, can I stay and talk while you feed Leslie?"
I really didn't want any company, I wanted to play with myself but I couldn't think of any good reason to say no so I agreed. "Sure Paula, come on in and close the door." I don't like wearing those flapped feeding bras so when Paula closed the door I shucked out of my tee shirt and slipped off my bra. Now I have to admit that being 48 years old my breasts aren't anything to brag about... still filled with milk they are a respectable 36C's and they are tender and very sensitive with nice thick nipples. I put Leslie up to my chest and she latched onto my breast and began sucking. As she did I saw that was Paula looking at my breasts and for just a moment I felt a little bit self conscious.
"God mother, you have the most incredible breasts!"
I looked at her incredulously not believing what she had said. I looked down as the baby suckling on my right breast then back to Paula. "Really... you think so?"
"Jesus yes! God I would give anything to have breasts like yours, in fact I've talked with Brian about getting implants, what do you think?"
She cupped her breasts through her blouse and hefted them up towards me. I didn't know what to say but her compliment sure made my day. "Well thanks honey I appreciate the compliment but from what I have seen of you in a bathing suit you have great breasts so I'm not sure you need implants. Of course if it's a vanity thing I certainly understand and think you should go for it." The baby suckled then started to squirm and I knew she needed to be burped so I pulled her off my nipple and hoisted her up onto my shoulder and gently rubbed her back. She finally burped and a trickle of milk escaped her lips and dribbled down my back. Paula jumped up and grabbed a clean wash cloth and wiped the milk off my shoulder and back. "Thanks honey."
"It's okay mom. Look... if it's alright with you can I hold Leslie while you feed her? I mean I've never held a baby while it was suckling and I guess that I'm kind of interested in see her feed up close."
I thought her request odd but just nodded okay and handed Leslie to Paula. She sat down on my left side put her arm around my back and held Leslie up to my breast and the baby latched onto me with her little hand massaging my breast while she sucked my nipple into her mouth. As she suckled I could feel the familiar feelings welling up between my legs and even though I tried not to move I was squirming just a bit and Paula noticed it.
"Are you alright mom?"
"Yea honey I'm fine... it's... it's just that... well not having sex in a long time and the feeling of the baby suckling is... is... well it excites me, that's all."
"Really? I would never have thought about that but I guess it makes sense."
Paula looked at me for a minute like she was trying to decide on something then she said something so weird I couldn't believe my ears.
"Mom I know this probably sounds strange, maybe even crazy... and I realize my breasts don't have any milk but do you think I could let her suck on me so I can feel what you're feeling?"
Jesus Christ she wanted me to let Leslie suck on her tits! Then again it did feel so good that maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her know what breast feeding feels like. "Uh... well I guess it would be alright." I replied. Paula gleamed and thanked me as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off then unsnapped her bra and sat back down next to me. I tried to avert ogling at her half naked body but my eyes were drawn to her small pert breasts. "Uh... how big are you honey?"
"Oh I'm a 34B and it was great when I was a diver but now I just feel inadequate."
Her breasts were perfectly proportioned for her body. They were as tan as the rest of her which meant that she went topless while she tanned or she used a tanning booth. She had silver dollar sized areolas with small, finger tipped nipples that were already hard. "Well you sure don't look inadequate." I said as I handed the baby to her. Paula put Leslie up on to her chest and my baby immediately latched onto her breast and tried to get milk out of her but of course it was an exercise in futility.
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