I think I'm a fairly normal teenager. My fifteenth birthday was last week and I knew I had a healthy outlook on girls. While I was still untried sexually, my girlfriends were momma thumb and her four sisters; it wasn't because I wasn't willing. I set rather high standards and mostly because I wanted large boobs. Sure I could have my pick of several girls in school with big boobs but I didn't want fat. In other words big boobs had to be complimented by the girl having a body that fit and unfortunately very few girls met my requirements.

Now my mother had really nice large boobs and never a day passed that I didn't ogle her. But try as I might the best look I could get was when she would occasionally walk passed me in her bra and panties. I guess she didn't give much thought to how she was dressed and what my reaction was since we all didn't bother all that much with clothes at home. Don't get me wrong. We never paraded around the house naked, but my Dad, Mother and sister weren't all that far removed from it including me.

Jan, my sister, is four years older than me but still living at home. She had lots of boyfriends and none of us was surprised when she came home one afternoon and announced she was pregnant. Since she was still in school, classes at the local community collage, it was obvious things were going to have to change some. She was set on her baby being nursed naturally and not bottle fed.

Finally after nine long months Jan gave birth my healthy nephew. All during her pregnancy I loved watching growing belly, but it was her boobs that really caught my attention. She was almost as large as Mom before but soon grew much larger. After bring the baby home I got my first big disappointment. When she would nurse Jan would go to her room and close the door. I was sorta hoping I would get to watch, or more accurately see her big tits.

It was time Jan got back to school before she fell any further behind in her studies. Dad made arraignments for a wet nurse to come in twice a day thus making sure there was no bottle feeding.

Kim, the wet nurse, was a short and very pretty young woman. When I answered the door that first day I saw that she had real nice legs but it was her chest that really got my attention. I won't even try to guess her bra size but her boobs were so large for such a small woman I wondered if she used some kind of support on wheels to keep her from fall on her face. One thing I did notice right off was that she wasn't at all shy about her chest and did nothing to hide the size. Most women I've seen would mostly fold their arms trying to minimize their chests and discourage men from looking.

"Hi you must be Kim the nurse. Uh, Mom and Dad aren't home right now but come on in and have a seat. They told me you would be here and for me to show you around."

"Thank you, uh, Jeff is it?" I nodded my head. "Good. I'd love to sit for a few minutes before getting to work. I had to walk six blocks from the bus stop and my feet are killing."

We sat at opposite ends of the sofa and Kim asked a few questions which I easily answered. Probably half and hour later we heard the baby start to cry and Kim got up. I showed her to the nursery and went back to the front room. Since my sister would never allow me to watch I naturally thought Kim would be the same way. Imagine my surprise when she came back carrying my little nephew.

"I hope you don't mind but I've found that its better for the baby if he nurses while around others in the family. He's all dry and now wants his lunch."

I suppose I must have gasped rather loudly as Kim opened her blouse because she gave me a rather sly smile. Now it wasn't like I was getting to see all that much but just the thought was driving me crazy not to mention the sudden tight feeling inside my pants. I had to shift in my seat as Kim pulled half of her blouse open and I got my first look at the huge cup covering her breast. She lowered the nursing flap of her bra and held the baby to her nipple. I barely caught a glimpse but it was enough to almost cause me to shoot my load.

We sat and talked more as the baby nursed. I had a real hard time keeping my eyes from her chest but Kim didn't seem bothered. Finally the baby had taken his fill and was sleeping. She got up and put him back in his crib. Coming back I saw she had just raised the flap of her bra and then re-buttoned her blouse.

"Well I have to run. I have another client a couple of blocks down the street. It sure makes it nice to have them both so close together. I'll be back in say three hours for his afternoon feeding. See ya later."

I stood in the doorway watching her nice tight buttocks swishing back and forth as she walked down the street. Inside my pants I felt the pain of the tight confines and rushed to my room. Quickly dropping my pants I took myself in hand and just as quickly relieved myself of the pressure inside my balls. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew the doorbell was ringing.

I rushed out and opened the door. It was Kim. I let her in the house and again we sat at opposite ends of the sofa.

"Not to sound to forward Jeff but don't you think it's more polite to answer the door with your pants closed?"

I couldn't believe I had forgotten to zip back up and blushed while doing just that.

"Sorry. I must have fallen asleep."

"It's just fine. I didn't see anything so you don't have to worry. Ooops I think I hear the baby. Be right back."

A few minutes later Kim returned with the baby. As she had done before she sat and opened her blouse, dropped the flap allowing me a second or two more time to look and then began with nursing.

"Do you every run out?" My mouth snapped shut as my brain shouted how crude that question was.

"Beg your pardon?" I didn't know if she hadn't heard me or if she was annoyed.

"I'm sorry but I was wondering if your, uh, if you ever ran out of milk."

"No I've never had that problem." Kim laughed and instantly put me at ease. "Actually most of the time I have way to much. You may not know it but when a woman's breasts become to full they really start to hurt. It's a dull ache that sometime, if she doesn't get relief, becomes really painful. Maybe you would understand it better if I explained it another way. Have you ever had a case of blue balls?"

I know my face must have turned beet red because Kim smiled as I nodded my head.

"Well it's kinda the same thing with women. When you are highly aroused and your testicles don't get release you ache. If the problem goes on for to long you start to really hurt. Us women have the same problem when we have to much milk."

"Then you must really have lots so you can nurse your own kids."

"Oh I'm not married and I don't have kids. I'm one of those very few women that just naturally make breast milk. Some women take a pill so they can have milk for their babies but I don't need them."

"Have you been doing this for very long? Don't you want kids of your own?"

"Yes I do want kids but not right now. I've been a wet nurse for four years and I long my job. While the pay isn't really all that great the rewards of nursing babies more than makes up for it."

"If never run out and you don't have kids how do you get rid of the excess milk?" I was really curious by this time. Sure I was excited and could feel it in my pants but I really wanted to know more.

"You know for such a young man you ask very good questions. If, when I get home, I still find myself to full I use a pump. Of course it goes without saying I have to use it first thing every morning because of the build up overnight."

I didn't give the subject anymore thought. Kim had easily and with comfort answered my questions. Since it was my summer break from school it was easy for me to be home everyday when she came. Everything was going along just fine until that one morning last week. Kim rang the bell and before I could open the door she was ringing it again. The look on her face surprised me when I saw her.

"Good morning Jeff. Is the baby awake yet?" She rushed past me and I saw an odd look on her face.

"No he's still sleeping. Is there something wrong? You don't look so good."