Chapter 1

The warm September evening was steadily striving for a cool night. The sun was bright red, leaning towards the distant wooded horizon. The colors of nature were just beginning to change the palette from the summer abundance of juicy greenery to yellow, orange and red, inherent in the withering season. Birds were also singing, singing farewell trills for the departed, the most carefree and blooming time of the year. Grasshoppers were still chirping in the fields, but not as fervently as at least a month ago, but as if complaining about the steadily approaching cold.

Looking out the open window and enjoying the country charm of the beginning of autumn, a girl in a soft pink housecoat was sitting at the kitchen wooden table. Her lush dark hair, curling slightly to the tips, fell freely over her thin shoulders and straight back, revealing a high forehead. Almond-shaped eyes of a swamp-green shade, framed by thick black eyelashes, carefully contemplated the picturesque landscape. The aristocratically straight nose inhaled the natural scents filling the cozy room. A beautiful thin face with clearly outlined high cheekbones and a neat sensual mouth expressed a lyrical mood.

- Don’t worry, Natasha. It’s not that bad. You’re only twenty-one, a whole life ahead of you. You just need to wait out a difficult period. - The woman sitting at the table opposite, dressed in the same way, addressed the girl. The speaker looked to be no more than thirty-five, although, in fact, she was already in her early forties. A magnificent mane of brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Large, expertly made-up brown eyes looked at the interlocutor from under the naturally strictly curved eyebrows. The woman’s facial features bore the inevitable imprint of years, smoothed out by cosmetics. The full lips under the small upturned nose barely moved, broadcasting a quiet speech in an insinuating, velvety voice: “He’s not going to work like hell forever. He will get the desired position and will spend much more time at home.

- I’m tired of waiting, Ekaterina Mikhailovna. - The girl answered with sadness, shifting her gaze from the birch grove growing luxuriantly near the house to her mother-in-law. - So the whole life will pass. After all, the two of us don’t really visit and don’t go anywhere. Over the past year, they just got out to you. And so Alex and I are at home, but we walk around the area while he works from morning to night. We almost never even have sex, I’m sorry for the frankness.

- There’s nothing to apologize for. I understand everything and really appreciate that you share it with me. - The woman assured, picking up a mug filled with hot tea from the table. - But you understand that every wife must wait and support. She should be the bulwark and the soul. That’s how it’s meant to be. This is the only chance to keep a good marriage, believe my experience.

Natalia followed her mother-in-law’s example and sipped a fragrant drink from her own cup. They were silent, each thinking about their own. The girl, somehow unexpectedly, turned her thoughts from family troubles to light envy, which she sometimes experienced when communicating with Ekaterina Mikhailovna. The reason for this feeling lay in the stunning grooming and attractiveness of a woman, for her age, as opposed to her own, exhausted by decree, appearance of a girl. And now having a spectacular appearance and a slim figure, Natalia successfully worked as a model at various events for several years before pregnancy. But after the birth of my son, she had to forget about my career for a while. Natalia was young and purposeful, so she quickly put her body in shape with the help of home fitness with daily jogging. However, she could not return to work because of the need to babysit and long-term natural feeding. In fact, the girl began to wean Lyosha from the breast only at the beginning of the trip to her mother-in-law. And the son, in general, without much difficulty agreed to change the diet. But now it was necessary to properly rebuild your own body so as not to spoil the forms that are so valuable in work and intimate life. Natalia, who consulted with a doctor on this issue and studied other sources of information, knew how to achieve what she wanted. And I decided to gradually reduce milk production, using a special device, in the absence of a natural consumer. The only thing that confused the girl was a slight sexual excitement, which suddenly began to accompany the pumping process. On the one hand, for her it was an excellent sign of the return of the desired sensitivity to the erogenous zones of the body. And on the other hand, everything did not look so positive, because Natalia did not have the opportunity to satisfy the needs of a young body filled with love energy in the desired way, since her husband was almost constantly not around. The new problem had to be solved somehow, because the longing did not go away.

- Are you okay? - Ekaterina Mikhailovna asked sympathetically, interrupting her daughter-in-law’s internal reasoning.

- Yes, everything is OK. - The girl lied, actually feeling how, usual for this time of day, the rush of milk bursts her swollen breasts, rushing to the strained nipples. Naturally, the interlocutor could not see the immediate changes taking place with the bust because of the robe, but Natalia’s face betrayed discomfort. The available breast pump, as luck would have it, broke down in the morning, which means the girl will have to get out of the situation in a more traditional way, which she has never resorted to before. Therefore, it was necessary to suffer, but it seemed impolite to leave now, after all, and Natalia stayed to finish her tea, deciding to change the subject: - And you, Ekaterina Mikhailovna, how did you live before the divorce?

- Almost like you. So I left my husband. - Smiling slyly, the mother-in-law declared, peering into the green eyes of the girl. - I didn’t want to wait at the window and wonder if he was at work or hanging out with some women. As soon as Sasha grew up a little, I packed up my stuff and moved out to my mother. My husband, by that time tired to hell of my complaints, took it as a gift from God. It was hard at first, of course. But I adapted, raised my son, found a good job...

- And why didn’t you pick up someone later? - Natalia asked, leaning on the unexpectedly built bridge of trust between them.

- I started it. I was just fed up with the constant union and had fun in full. There were different men and several women. - Ekaterina Mikhailovna reported, carefully watching the girl’s reaction.

- Well, judging by you now, family life is not the most important thing in life. - Natalia said, looking down in embarrassment, obviously not expecting to receive such piquant information about her mother-in-law’s biography.

- Not at all. Years later, I can say for sure that family and spouse are worth appreciating. And I’m not saying that because you’re married to my son. - The woman assured, realizing that she had embarrassed her daughter-in-law. - Yes, I have a nice house, I like my job. I take care of myself and enjoy it as much as possible. But no one treats me like my husband once did. And this is very lacking. And the replacement of sincere love is not as easy to find.

The girl nodded silently, agreeing with the arguments given and in parallel, trying to drive out of her head the words of Ekaterina Mikhailovna wandering there about her sexual experience. And then a new rush of milk made this difficult task easier, forcing Natalia to finish her fragrant drink more actively.

- Listen, there’s something wrong with you, I can see it. What is the problem? - The mother-in-law demanded, carefully watching the unexpectedly accelerated girl. - Speak freely. You don’t have to be shy about me.

- Ahem ... The milk came. - Blushing shyly, Natalia nevertheless shared, putting an empty mug on the table. - And the damn stray for pumping does not work. Something like that. Is it okay if I go?

- Where? - Ekaterina Mikhailovna did not understand.

- To my room. I need ... Well, you know... - The girl drawled significantly, getting up from a comfortable kitchen chair. It was really uncomfortable for her to even hint at such intimate details about herself, regardless of the level of mutual trust, but the circumstances demanded sincerity.

- Of course, I understand everything. Let’s go. - Resolutely getting up from the table, the woman said. Their eyes met.

- ... Where? - It was Natalia’s turn to raise her elegant eyebrows uncomprehendingly.

- To your room. I’ll help to make everything right. - As if nothing had happened, Ekaterina Mikhailovna assured, frankly ignoring the absurdity of the situation.

- Why? I’m able to do it myself... - Natalya began, more confused than ever by such an unacceptable proposal.

- Really? After all, you only started pumping on arrival. And your device failed. And without it, you have no idea how to do it. - Arguing with conviction, the woman took her daughter-in-law by the hand, somewhat stunned by such an onslaught, and pulled her away from the kitchen.

- But... - Natalia tried to object again, trailing after her mother-in-law like a submissive sheep following a shepherd.

- Calm down, please. I’ll help you. After all, I’m a certified doctor. - Ekaterina Mikhailovna continued to speak, already climbing the stairs to the second floor.

- It’s kind of inconvenient... - The girl stammered, following the woman into the spacious guest bedroom allocated to her and her husband for the duration of the business trip.

- Don’t be shy with me. - The mother-in-law asked, closing the room door behind them. - I’m a woman too, and I’ve been through this. Please sit on a chair and open your robe.

Despite the terrible embarrassment, Natalia decided not to argue with her husband’s mother, who turned out to be so assertive. Approaching the specified piece of furniture, she heard the click of the lock being locked, and thought that this action did not seem logical, because her son was sleeping, and in general he was not walking yet, and Sasha had to return late. Thinking about it, Natalia sat down on the upholstered seat and, slightly relaxing the belt at her narrow waist, opened the lapels of the robe. Ekaterina Mikhailovna, who had come up to this moment, rested her gaze on the full breasts of the full second size, pointed to large brown nipples. Round areoles with several small bumps, slightly swollen, ready to share life-giving moisture. The woman silently looked at the elastic charms for a couple of moments with an impenetrable expression on an attractive face, and then, suddenly, walked away to an oak chest with several large drawers. After digging into the bowels of the first of them, Ekaterina Mikhailovna extracted a small tube and returned to the girl who was quietly watching her.

- That won’t do. - The woman said decisively, picking up the lapels of her robe with her fingers.

- Oh... - Natalia blurted out when her mother-in-law completely opened her robe to the waist, and lowered the fabric down, partially pulling it over the low back of the chair. Now the girl was sitting completely naked on top, flapping her green eyes in surprise. She realized that the stretched fabric prevented her from moving her arms down and complained: - Ekaterina Mikhailovna, I can hardly move.

- It’s nothing, Natasha. Just relax, I won’t hurt you. - Smiling benevolently, the woman advised, squeezing a transparent gel into the palm of her hand. Then she walked around, embarrassed by her own nakedness and the stiffness of her movements, the girl, rubbing the transparent lubricant on her fingers. Once behind her back, Ekaterina Mikhailovna carefully placed warm, moist palms on her daughter-in-law’s dense breasts with the words: - First you need to massage them a little so that the milk goes better.

- ... Aahhhh... - Natalia couldn’t help herself, exhaled when her mother-in-law lifted her a little and wrapped her fingers around her poured charms. The woman acted very gently and slowly. She began to gently knead the elastic flesh, driving the milk to the tensely protruding nipples. And the girl, ready to fall into the ground from a sudden rush of burning shame, quite inappropriately felt the increasing sexual arousal caused by the situation in general and the stimulation of Ekaterina Mikhailovna in particular. Each new movement of her mother-in-law responded to her in the lower abdomen with a growing languid heat. But the woman, as if not noticing it, continued to massage the curves, sensitive to her skillful touches, more and more confidently. A few minutes later, when the first cloudy-white droplets of moisture appeared on the relief areoles and the nipples themselves, Natalia, tired of struggling with her libido, asked: - Let’s stop, please. I ... better continue on my own.

- What are you talking about, my girl? Everything is going fine. - The woman answered and did not think to stop. With each passing moment, she squeezed her fingers harder and girl’s already kneaded breasts reacted as expected, readily giving more and more milk. The first large drops of it rolled down the moistened brown skin onto Ekaterina Mikhailovna’s fingers, and they were replaced by new ones squeezed out of the bumps on the areoles and, like grapes, nipples. And the woman continued to calmly milk her daughter-in-law, who had begun to squirm shamefully in her chair.

- Aaahhhh ... That’s enough ... Please... - Again, unable to restrain a hot sigh, the girl pleaded, feeling how her panties begin to get wet between her tightly clenched legs from the growing vicious bliss. The process lasted for a dozen minutes and Ekaterina Mikhailovna’s fingers had already completely moved to the excited brown tops, shooting thin streams of precious white liquid when compressed. But, unexpectedly, the mother-in-law seemed to heed Natalia’s words and left her juicy breasts alone, over which drops of milk instantly ran. The girl was relieved that everything was over and it would be possible to hide away from her mother-in-law, no doubt, who took her for a lustful libertine because of such a violent reaction to banal pumping.

- Don’t be ashamed, Natasha. What is happening is completely normal. - The woman assured in a soothing tone, coming out from behind her daughter-in-law. And, gazing intently with her brown eyes at the unusually agitated daughter-in-law, she continued: - You are experiencing pleasant sensations from my actions, because your body is returning to the prenatal state. Apparently, your breasts used to be very sensitive before, right?

- Yes. - Natalya agreed, trying to look anywhere but at Ekaterina Mikhailovna.

- Here. So don’t worry, I understand everything. But if you don’t pump enough, then problems may arise. - Continuing to speak, the woman knelt down in front of her daughter-in-law, who did not understand the essence of what was happening. Then she put her hands on her bare knees, and, under the surprised gaze of their owner, spread her bent legs apart. And then she squeezed between them closer to the naked torso, pressing her stomach against Natalia’s crotch. Looking at the girl, who was completely confused, Ekaterina Mikhailovna cooed: - This is very serious. So be patient, my girl. And I’ll have to suck out the excess.

- Are you serious?? Not N ... Aaaaahhhh ... Mmmm... - Natalia protested when the woman clung to her right breast with hot lips, swallowing a nipple wet with milk. And, after Ekaterina Mikhailovna sucked it in, holding her tongue and the sweet liquid flowed into her mouth, the girl convulsively tried to free her hands to protect herself. But the mother-in-law clung to the lowered wrists with a steel grip. Natalia tried to wriggle out, but the woman only sucked more tightly to the coveted milk source. - Aaahhhh ... What are you ... Aaaahhhh ... Are you doing it?

Ekaterina Mikhailovna did not answer, enthusiastically absorbing the life-giving moisture, pouring abundantly under the influence of the most natural reflex in the world. For some time the girl still tried to fight, but the body betrayed, slowly relaxing under the onslaught of vicious pleasure. The sensations seemed to Natalia, longing for physical intimacy, divine, despite the fact that they were brought by a representative of the same sex, who is the mother of her spouse. And the woman continued to suck her daughter-in-law’s breast, gradually emptying her internal reserves.

- Yummy milk. - Ekaterina Mikhailovna reported, finally breaking away from the slightly softened, but still elastically heaving roundness. And then, giving her daughter-in-law, flushed with shame and excitement, with a close look, she moved her hand to the second, still almost full breast. Lifting her, the woman reached forward and gently squeezed the nipple covered with cloudy white droplets with her lips.

- Mmmmm... - Natalia moaned softly in response, unable to take her pained gaze away from Ekaterina Mikhailovna’s oily glistening eyes. She didn’t try to free her hands anymore, just clenched her fists, struggling with the flow of unknown, vivid emotions. The mother-in-law drank her milk again, gently clamping the erect tip with her teeth. And with her hand she massaged, generous with precious moisture, pliable flesh, speeding up the lactation process. And all the girl could do was, with varying success, suppress quiet voluptuous moans: - Aaaahhhh ... Mmm ... Aaahhhh...

The woman was milking her steadily, pulling Natalia deeper into the pool of lust and forbidden bliss. From the abundance of natural secretions, her underwear and robe between her legs were soaked through. The inflamed girl reacted with increasing readiness to the impulses that pulled small portions of sweet milk from her chest, sighing languidly in time with them. And at the same time, Natalia was in complete shock from her own reaction to what was happening. It was clear that Ekaterina Mikhailovna, to put it mildly, had gone beyond the boundaries of simple care, even at the medical level, not to mention a relative. But, even clearly realizing this, Natalia could not stop the obscenity. Firstly, because the half-removed robe from her turned out to be quite effective in terms of partial immobilization. And, secondly, because the mother of her spouse did it with the girl, and it was unknown how disagreement on such intimate help would turn out. And the woman continued the process for a few more minutes unhindered, smacking her lips while sucking the areola.

- That’s it, my girl. - Said the mother-in-law, finally letting go of Natalia’s juicy roundness, which had slightly lost volume. With a satisfied smile on her swollen lips, as if after long passionate kisses, Ekaterina Mikhailovna wiped a few milk drops from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Then she looked into her daughter-in-law’s charming green eyes and asked: - I hope you’re feeling better?

- Yes, Ekaterina Mikhailovna. - The girl responded with relief, leveling her treacherously quickened breathing. After what her mother-in-law was doing with her now, Natalia could not calmly respond to visual contact and quickly turned away. And then quietly asked: - Please help me to set my hands free.

- It’s not time yet. After all, I see that you need help not only with pumping. - The woman said confidentially, continuing to sit between the legs of her daughter-in-law, without changing her position. Her hands rested loosely on the girl’s hips, frozen in restless anticipation of the development of events. Natalia’s seductive charms rose and fell, in time with her rapid breathing, right in front of Ekaterina Mikhailovna’s eyes. There was a long pause, which allowed the girl to realize with a sinking heart that this evening was really just beginning for her. She was not a fool, and she appreciated the unnatural interest of a relative in her own person, which plunged into a slight shock. Never before had Natalia had to seriously test in practice what it would be like to be the object of another woman’s lust. After all, traditional sex absolutely suited her and she was not drawn to experiments at all. Although several colleagues in modeling work hinted that they were not averse to having fun with her, but it never went further, the girl then took it as a compliment and just immediately turned away. And in the end, she is half-naked sitting in front of her husband’s mother, who has just finished milking her, like some cow in a stall. What was happening simply did not fit into Natalia’s head, but, unfortunately, it did not become less real.

- And what do I need? - More and more worried, the girl asked quietly.