Chapter 3: Nancy and Emilia

As I woke up the next morning I wondered whether my recent good fortune would lead me to new adventures.

I was not disappointed. Around two in the afternoon the shop bell rang and a young woman pushing a pram came into the shop.

I guessed her to be mid-twenties, with auburn hair and blue eyes, an extremely rare combination, but ever so alluring. Nice mature figure with serious boobs, probably because of the baby, but for the rest, really well toned. She had clearly been working out since birth.

She also had a lovely pair of trim legs, lightly tanned, very visible thanks to her rather short flowery summer dress. The dress’s neckline was plunging nicely, the reason why I could immediately from an opinion about her rack when she walked in.

“Good morning madam,” I said, “how can I be of assistance to you?”

“I would like to have some pictures of my baby, do you take that kind of pictures?”

“Yes, of course, I do any kind of portrait, from babies to elderly people and everything in between, even of pretty young mothers like yourself.”

That comment resulted in a short giggle and a slight reddening of her cheeks.

“No, no it’s photos of my baby I’d like.”

“No problem, I was only joking. When would you like me to take these photos of...?”

“Little boy ... girl?”

“Oh girl,” she said, “Emilia.”

“Ah, and how old is Emilia if I may ask?”

“She is close to 6 months,” she said.

“Good, good and if you don’t mind me asking, how do I address the mother of Emilia?”

“Oh, I’m Nancy,” she responded, her cheeks reddening again.

“Excellent Nancy, I’m Lew. So when would you like me to do this for you?”

“You can make an appointment, or if you wish we can do it right now. I have nothing else urgently planned.”

“Oh, now is OK for me,” Nancy said, “it’s sort of what I was hoping for, to be honest.”

“Excellent, then let’s get started!”

“Would you care to follow me into the photo studio and we will set everything up to make some fabulous photos for posterity of the lovely Emilia.”

I put up the closed sign on the shop door and we proceeded into the studio.

“So Nancy, let me get you a chair while I get everything set up for our cute little model.”

I rolled a big cube covered in soft material to the side of the studio I normally used for kids and adolescents and lowered one of the special backgrounds, this one with a representation of some sort of flowery garden.

On the side, I added some plants to create the illusion of a real garden, together with some toys for Emilia to play with, so she would look like a happy baby.

I also kept a sheepskin on the side, as it’s one of the classics to photograph babies on.

I still remember I had been photographed that way when I was a baby, I had the proof hanging in one of the dressing rooms. I was sure no one would recognize me in the photo anyway, it was there as an example of what I could do for young mothers and their babies.

I was smiling like crazy in that picture and my mother told me later that it was because I was actually peeing on the sheepskin when they took the picture, tough luck for the photographer.

“OK Nancy, let’s have Emilia over here on the cube.”

Emilia seemed a nice, well-behaved, and foremost curious baby, which was usually a very good sign as then they tended not to start to cry immediately in a strange environment.

No, Emilia was handling it like a trooper, smiling and playing with the toys I’d provided.

After about fifteen to twenty minutes we were done.

“OK Nancy,” I said, “I think we have enough material to make a nice photo book of Emilia.”

“Oh a photobook,” Nancy said, “that’s not exactly what I had in mind.

“I was thinking of just having one or two framed photos, which would be about all I could afford.”

“I see...”

“Let me think how we can solve this.”

“Well, Nancy I am always interested in taking “special” photos of a mother with her child for my private collection and potentially to submit when I participate in international photo contests.”

“If you would be willing to participate, not only would you get your two framed photos of Emilia but I would throw in a full photobook. All that for the price of the two framed photographs.”

“If ever I submit one of the photos to a competition, and it won a prize, I’d share that prize with the model and if there were a request for a publication, the model would of course be compensated as well.”

“Sometimes there is a demand for this type of photos for an advertisement for one or other baby product.” “No guarantees of course.”

“So in short would you care to pose together with your baby?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t mind doing that,” Nancy replied.

“Good, but now comes the one million dollar question: would you dare to do that without any clothes on?”

“Wow, I don’t think so,” she replied quickly, her face reddening once again.

“Well Nancy, I don’t know if you’ve seen mother and baby competition photos, but they’re always naked. They want representations of the beauty of the baby’s body held against the mother’s body.

You should also know that when I take pictures of naked mothers with their naked babies they are absolutely not sexually oriented.”

“Most of the time the so-called naughty bits are not really visible. Babies are held so that breasts are covered and the nether region is usually camouflaged by the mother’s legs or feet.”

“I will of course see them when you are posing, but rest assured I have seen it all a million times. No need for her to know I photographed only one naked female in my new studio. I photographed several women in the nude during my lifetime, but not as many as I wished and hoped for in my brand-new studio. So slightly exaggerating a bit I continued.

“I guess I have seen more naked women than your local GP.”

“When I do this, I always draw up a contract with the model to protect us both, for example, against the unwanted publication of the photos. The photos will always remain the property of the model and if I want to send them in for a competition or I get a request for a publication, I always get the explicit written agreement from the model before I do.”

“We don’t have to do it today if you feel uncomfortable or if you want to discuss it first with your partner or even if you want him or her to be present during the photo shoot.”

“Please think about it, you are a very lovely young mother and you have the most adorable baby who is almost a professional at posing. She definitely proved that today.”

“Mmmmhhh, OK, I’ll give it some thought but I can’t promise anything.”

“And by the way, I don’t need approval from any partner as I am alone with my daughter.”

“I will get back to you, but for the time being, I’ll stick to the two photos of Emilia, one for me and one for Emilia’s Grandmother.”

“OK let’s just do that then,” I said,” but know that my offer stands whenever you feel like it.”

“All I need is your full name, address, and phone number or e-mail so I can contact you when the photos are ready.”

“The price would be EUR 50 without the frames.”

“If you want frames I do have a stock at various prices from which you can choose, or if you wish, you can use your own. If you choose the latter let me know the exact measurements and I’ll make sure the photos fit in nicely so that you won’t have to crop them at home.”

After thanking me, Nancy put baby Emilia back in her carriage and wheeled her out of the shop.

Half an hour later she was back.

“Did you forget something Nancy?” I asked.

“No,” she said, “I’ve decided, I’ll do it ... I will pose for you, provided I also get a few prints of these special photos you want to take of me and Emilia.”

“OK, that sounds good,” I said, “let’s draw up a contract.”

After completing the standard contract and explaining in some detail what was in it, I asked her, “When do you want to do this?”

“If it’s OK for you, right now,” she said, “before I chicken out.”

“OK come through again, you know the way by now, so let’s get started.”

“Is it still OK for Emilia too? She’s not too tired? Does she need a nap or, maybe even better, does she need feeding?”

“I’m sorry to be personal, but I couldn’t help but notice the size of your boobs, so I presume you breastfeed her?”

“Yeah,” Nancy said, “I can’t afford to buy these expensive cans of formula to feed my baby.”

“Besides, it’s so much better for the baby to get natural mother’s milk.”

“How right you are Nancy, so does Emilia need a feed?”

“You feeding her would be a nice start to the photo sessions, giving you the opportunity to slowly come into showing a bit more skin than usual.”

“Yeah she needs feeding, in fact, she can always eat, she really likes it when I nurse her and has never refused, even if the time in between is sometimes short.”

“Good let me get you a comfortable chair and adjust the lighting.”

I pulled up a nice soft wide chair that would allow Nancy to settle comfortably with Emilia in her arms.

That done, Nancy lowered one side of her dress and popped out a gorgeous big milky white boob with a very large nipple surrounded by a rather big darker looking areola.

The breast seemed really filled to the brim with wholesome mother milk.

Emilia didn’t take too long to latch on and started sucking contentedly.

I grabbed my camera and started clicking away at the tender scene in front of me.

When boob number one was empty I asked “Nancy would you be willing to completely drop the part of the dress and remove your bra, so that the top half of your body is exposed?”

“Ok,” she said, “You have already seen one why not it’s twin, but first Emilia needs to burp so I am going to put her over my shoulder, OK?”

“Sure,” I said, “I can take pictures of her and your naked back.”

After a few big burps, Emilia looked contented but rather sleepy.

“Yeah,” Nancy said, “usually she has a little nap after feeding.”

“OK,” I said, “Maybe we can then take some pictures with the baby on top of you asleep. However, I then need you to get completely naked if that’s all right?”

“Shall I take Emilia so you can get undressed?”

“That would be wise; it would be a bit awkward balancing Emilia while getting my gear off,” Nancy replied.

So I took Emilia who looked up at me rather curiously - she had never been this close to me.

Nancy got up and removed her summer dress and bra completely, followed by her panties.

She had a nice trimmed pubic area with her inner labia peeking slightly from between her pussy lips.

“OK, Nancy, can you please lie on the floor, and put Emilia on your chest, so that your pubic area is covered by her legs and her head rests in between, or on, one of your breasts please?”

I took a number of shots from different angles playing with the lighting, going from full light to a striking light, which leaves part of the body in the dark creating a dramatic contrast.

I then suggested another number of shots with Nancy sitting up and holding the baby cradled in her arms or up against her chest.

Clearly, Emilia had enough of it all and had dozed off, but not before I had seen her grab her mother’s still full breast resulting in a painful face from Nancy.

“I’m going to have to put her in her pram now,” Nancy said, “so that she can have her nap. That will take somewhere between a half and an hour.”

Nancy got up completely naked, clearly no longer bothered by it, and walked over to the pram where she laid Emilia down for her sleep. When she came back I asked her.

“What was going on there?” I said, “when you had that pained look on your face?”

“Oh,” Nancy said, “when my boobs are full of milk and Emilia grabs and pinches them, it hurts, and as you noticed she only emptied one, so the other one is still very full and a bit painful at the moment.”

“Can you do anything about it,” I asked, “I’m a complete ignoramus when it comes to handling boobs filled with milk.”

“When I’m at home I have this device I can use to pump the milk into a bottle for later, like a hucow, but I don’t have that with me.”

“Excuse me, a hucow?”

“You don’t know the term hucow? ‘human cow’,” she said.

“No, never heard of it, though I did read something similar in an erotic novel. It was about a bunch of people that got stuck on an island after their plane had crashed and one of the women was a wet nurse who sold her services all over the world, for babies and for adults, and she had a similar problem to yours right now, lots of milk and no babies to feed or no pumping device. The solution they figured out was finding volunteers to replace the pumping device.”

“Perhaps ... you would allow me to help you with your little problem? It’s something I have always wondered about: how mother’s milk tastes. I don’t remember from when I was a baby of course.”

“That’s an idea,” Nancy said with enthusiasm, “I get relief, and you get to taste mother’s milk! OK bring it on, be my pumping device for a little while.”

“Are you sure? ... You don’t think I’m taking advantage of you?”

“No silly, I’ll be honest, I always wanted to do this but never found anybody that was willing to help me. All my friends, male or female found it gross and were afraid of the taste.”

“So how do we go about it?”

“Well,” Nancy said, “Have you never sucked boobs when you were having sex?”

“Yeah of course I love to do it, but this will be the first time something will come out and this is, as far I see, non-sexual.”

“Don’t worry,” Nancy said, “Go right ahead and start sucking and take the pain away.”

Nancy was sitting again in the easy chair she had used to nurse Emilia, so I got on my knees next to her, bowed my head toward her left boob, and carefully gave the nipple a lick with my tongue. A small drop of the milk dropped onto my tongue and I tasted mother’s milk consciously for the first time in my life.

The taste was nice, a bit sweet. I would compare it to mare’s milk which I have tasted and drunk many times.

Licking her extended nipple, I drew it between my lips and really started sucking, drawing the milk from her swollen breast.

Unconsciously my left hand moved to her right boob and started to caress it, playing gently with the nipple.

That resulted in a slight moan from Nancy, alerting me that I was doing something a little unexpected. I seemed to have gotten a bit carried away.

“I am so sorry Nancy, it was never my intention to grope you.”

“That’s OK,” Nancy said, “it feels rather good to have a man’s hand on my boobs again.”

“I haven’t had any sort of sexual encounter for almost a year and a half, well basically since the baby was conceived, so it does feel good to know I can still enjoy the feeling of a man’s hand on my body.”

That said Nancy’s hands started to caress me as well, first the back of my neck pulling me slightly to increase my sucking on her boob, and then with her other hand bringing mine back to the one I was not sucking.

Despite her encouragement, I took it slow, tightening my hand a little more while taking the nipple between my thumb and index finger slowly rolling it between them.

After massaging her boob that way for a while I let my hand venture down across her belly. As she was still completely naked from the last photo shoot I had free passage towards her nether regions. Tickling her belly button got another sigh of contentment.

Moving further down, her hand still on top of mine, I arrived at the little forest protecting her love grotto. Playing around in it resulted in more moans and a light whimper.

From the increased pressure on my hand, I knew that she liked what I was doing to her.

I also felt her push my head in the direction of her other boob. I leaped at the chance, slurping the fat, hard point into my mouth happily and gently biting it, bringing a gasp to her lips.

After a little while, I slowly started to move my greedy mouth downwards, following the trail my hand had discovered before.

Covering the underside of her boob with little kisses I continued over her stomach and midriff, spending some time licking and kissing her belly button, before finally arriving at the border of the little trimmed forest my hand had been playing in till now.

Sliding through her soft bush, my tongue slid into the moist cleft, before reaching the hood covering her erect pleasure nub. I explored it a little, pushing it back with my tongue until her clitty finally showed its enticing head, allowing me to fully enjoy it.

Nancy lifted one leg over the armrest of the chair she was sitting on, allowing me full access to her pleasure garden, making moaning noises.

After taking ample time to lick and suck on her clitty, doubling it in size, I started moving down her slit licking and sucking the outer and inner labia before I finally arrived at the grotto itself.

Sticking my tongue inside as deep as I could really got her motor running; on top of the moaning, she started to purr like a cat in heat.

I lifted her other leg over the other armrest of the chair, opening her up completely to my oral assault of her moist pussy.

Nancy started to buck, lifting her pelvis to meet my slurping tongue.

“Oh please fuck me, fuck me, Lew, fuck me,” she cried out grabbing the belt of my jeans and trying to undo them.

“You really want me to do this,” I asked.

“Oh yes,” she said, “I haven’t had a dick inside me for ages and I want one, and I want it now, and I want it to be yours.”

I quickly stood up and undid my belt, buttons, and zippe, r and pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down.

My dick sprung out as you can imagine after fondling and caressing her hot body, and my flesh sword was hard and ready to assault her fortress.

Nancy grabbed my cock and pulled it toward her mouth.

“Oh it feels so good to feel a dick again; it’s so adorable. Can I give it a welcome kiss?”

“Be my guest, Nancy,” I said.

She started to French kiss my dick, moving her tongue around the purple, blood-engorged head and then slowly sucking it into her warm mouth. Her lips closed just below the rim and then she started to suck for real.

I saw her cheeks go in and I felt as if I was caught up in a hot wet vacuum cleaner.

“Hell Nancy if you want me to pleasure your play garden, you will have to stop doing that and allow me to move the pleasure stick further South.”

Luckily I had come the day before with Linda so I felt confident I could last a bit longer than usual before injecting her pussy with my cum.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

“If you don’t want me to conceive, yes you do!”

“If getting pregnant would be the only problem, there is no need. I had a little operation about twenty years ago when I decided that fatherhood was not really my thing. But how about a potential for STDs?”

“I am as healthy as a horse,” Nancy replied, “And from the look of your dick you are too, so get on with it; please put your flesh sword in my pussy and fuck me. I want it; I need it.”

I didn’t wait any longer for an engraved invitation and moved the head immediately in the direction of her love grotto and started to push, gently, to make sure I didn’t hurt her.

I needn’t have bothered: she was already so wet that my dick slipped in effortlessly.

I sheathed my love sword in her scabbard all the way to the hilt in one go.

It felt fantastic how tight she was despite the fact that she had given birth not that long ago.

Her pussy muscles grabbed my cock and started to massage it as she had done with her hot mouth just before.

I was a bit taken by surprise and had to quickly start controlling my body to avoid a quick orgasm.

I definitely wanted her to come - well before I had my pleasure.

Moving out it felt like she was sucking on my dick to keep it right there and when I moved in again the wonderful pussy muscle massage recommenced as I felt her every ridge and wrinkle.

Was it because she hadn’t had sex in a long while or was she just so gifted in controlling and using her pussy muscles? I had no idea but it sure felt amazing.

“Oh Lew,” she cried out, “I feel an orgasm coming. Please keep doing exactly what you’re doing right now.”

Her warm, wet cunt flesh enveloped me in its succulent embrace as I slid back and forth into that sweet tunnel. Each thrust I pounded into her was met with a spongy resistance as those lovely lips squished against the root of my manhood.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on working all angles of her pussy, trying to find what she liked best, while at the same time feeling all the folds and ridges inside of her giving me also the most wonderful feelings.

To help her to reach her peak, I started to massage her clitty with my thumb.

That got her over the line; she started to buck almost like a horse that had never been ridden before, alternating with pushing up her abdomen and then her boobs while scratching my back. I hoped she wouldn’t draw blood the way she was going about it.

“Ooooh God yes, yes, Oooooh I’m cuuuuming, I’M CUUUMING!” she cried at the top of her voice.

I figured I had held off long enough, and let myself go, flooding her sweet pussy with my cum and enjoying a spectacular orgasm together with her.

It took us both a good ten minutes to come back down and open our eyes.

“Jesus, that was something I haven’t experienced in a long time. Definitely long overdue,” she whispered.

“Not to make you feel too pompous Lew, but that was one for the books, well for my books anyway, I don’t know about you?”

“Oh Nancy, it was the same for me. It has been a long time since I fucked a lovely woman like yourself. At my age one’s right hand is usually the only option you know!”

“What I really appreciate Lew is the time and effort you took to make sure I had a good time before thinking of yourself. That is rare in younger men these days; all they want is drop their cum as quickly as possible wherever is convenient or pleasant for them.”

“Believe it or not Nancy, that is something I learned at a rather young age, in fact when I lost my virginity at the age of eighteen to a thirty-six-year-old woman. She taught me how to pleasure a woman and at the same time derive more pleasure from it for yourself.”

“Hey, she was thirty-six and you eighteen, she was exactly double your age then?”

“Yes and believe me she knew all the tricks in the book and even a few more; she educated me well and I have been grateful to her for the rest of my life.”

“Do you still see her?”

“Sometimes, and although she is now an elderly lady sometimes she still appreciates a good tumble in the hay. These days we do sometimes help each other out and believe me it is still as good as it was so many years ago. Maybe one day I will tell you all about it, but for now, I think you need to have a look at your offspring as I hear her starting to ask for her mom. Maybe a clean nappy or perhaps she is hungry again and complaining that I took her food away?”

Nancy quickly got up and walked in her naked glory towards the pram where baby Emilia was making little noises to attract the attention of her mother.

She picked the baby up and held her high in the air soliciting laughter.

“Yeah,” she said when she brought baby Emilia down, sniffing her bottom, “she does need a fresh nappy.”

“Well Nancy, don’t count on me to help you there, my knowledge of nappy changing is null and void.”

After the nappy change, Nancy picked up her clothes and started to get dressed.

When she was finally ready to go she said, “Hey Lew you are a bachelor, I guess having to cook for yourself alone can’t be much fun, so how about you come to my place tonight and I’ll treat you to a homemade dinner?”

“No Nancy, I absolutely don’t want you to go to all that trouble, especially when you are already on a tight budget to make ends meet.”

“No worries Lew, I’d love to cook for you, besides cooking for one or for two doesn’t make all that much difference, and then maybe you can serve me an encore of the meal we had this afternoon?”

“OK, I must admit that sounds wonderful, but let me pay you first for the photo session.”

“But you don’t know yet if you’ll be able to sell any of the photos you took of us.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to sell at least a few, or use them in a contest, so please take this as a down payment.”

“OK,” Nancy said, “you have a deal. I’ll expect you around seven, we can have a drink and an appetizer, Emilia can have her meal, while you watch as a second visual appetizer, and I can put her to bed before we have our main course.”

“Fine, I’ll bring something for pre-dinner drinks and a bottle of wine. I’m a bit of a wine lover; I’ll show you around my wine cellar sometime.”

“Sorry Lew, but breastfeeding and alcohol do not mix well; you’ll have to find something nonalcoholic for me, but do feel free to bring wine for you.”

“Oops, sorry, I forgot, you see I know absolutely nothing about motherhood and feeding babies.”

“Cheers Lew, see you tonight.”

“Oh my God, “ I was thinking “What have I done, how am I going to be able to top or even equal what we experienced this afternoon at my age?”

I definitely need to go see my GP to figure out how to get my equipment in good working order for what will probably end up being a repeat performance of this afternoon.

Maybe I should get myself one of those blue pills everybody is so enthusiastic about.

I’ll ask the doctor if that would be acceptable with my health.

I closed up shop quickly and made tracks to go see my local GP.

I was one of her long-standing customers which made us age compatible, though I would wrong her if I didn’t mention that she was about six years younger than I, so she was definitely not old, just old enough to better understand physical problems for a person my age than the ones that had just come out of medical school.

I explained my predicament in that I had to perform not only every day like now but even twice a day in this particular instance.

“Well, well Lew and all that at your age; you’ll never cease to surprise me! But not to worry, you are healthy, you don’t have any blood pressure or heart problems so I think we can safely assume you can take one of those blue pills. Do you know how to use them?”

“No, not really doctor.”

“OK, well you take one, and only one mind you, about an hour before you have sex and then let nature take its course.”

“And what exactly does it do, do I get an automatic erection just like that all of a sudden after an hour?”

“No, no you do need stimulation to fill the blood chambers that make your penis hard. What it does is sort of opens the veins so that the blood flows in better and stays longer to sustain the erection. “After a while, everything returns back to normal and the erection goes away, or else you could end up with a very painful evening or night.”

“Can I get it without a prescription?”

“Yes, but it is better this way than getting them on the internet, you never know what you’ll get, and this way the pharmacist won’t have to ask you a lot of awkward questions in a full store.”

“Great, thanks doc.”

“Well Lew enjoy your evening ... and don’t overdo it,” she said with a chuckle.

I quickly made tracks to the pharmacy and, as the doctor had said, no awkward questions. I was in and out in sixty seconds flat. It wasn’t really cheap though.

So now I was set for an evening of fun and games with the delectable Nancy.

Promptly at 7 pm, I rang the bell to her apartment.

Quickly the door swung open as if she had been waiting for me to arrive.

“Hello again Lew, and welcome to my humble abode; come in and make yourself comfortable.”

She looked absolutely ravishing with the crop top she was wearing which barely covered her huge breasts, clearly again filled with milk, witness thereof were tiny wet spots where the nipples made enticing small mountains in her top.

The top was so short there was even a hint of under-boob showing.

Scanning down I saw she was wearing a pair of shorts showing off her sun-kissed, toned thighs and legs.

When she turned around I could clearly see the full tasty cheeks of her bottom.

“What can I get you to drink?” she asked.

“As promised Nancy, I brought you an alcohol-free aperitif. All you need are some ice cubes to bring it to the right temperature.”

“Great,” she said, “let’s try it.”

Her apartment was nice, bigger than I expected with a normal bedroom for Nancy and a separate nursery.

The living area included an open kitchen with a counter I guess to have breakfast or if you only wanted to eat a snack.

I must say for such a relatively small kitchen it was very well equipped with a four-burner cooker, an oven, a microwave, ‘a fridge/freezer combination, and even a small dishwasher.