This first chapter is a bit long because of some character and world-building. Don't fret though, there's some erotic scenes and even a little humor along the way.
It was early March; forecasters were calling for a late-season blizzard to slam into our area within a couple days. Lines at grocery stores, hardware stores, and fuel stations were abnormally long and available provisions were becoming scarce. Emergency services were soon to be on standby and workers had already begun reporting in; my Father was soon to be among them. He was a plow driver. One of those who push snow off the road and leave a mixture of salt and sand behind. Though there was a lot more to the job than that. He’d often tell me about happening upon stranded motorists along his rout. Vehicles that had slid off the road and become stuck in the snow. He’d pulled hundreds from ditches and even taken people to shelters and hospitals. Most snow events he’d work an average eight-hour shift and come home, but during major storms he’d be gone for a couple days. This storm was shaping up to be one of those where he’d be gone for a while. Normally he’d just call in a babysitter to stay at our house, but apparently because of the severity of the incoming storm, no one was willing to chance being away from home for an indeterminate amount of time. In something of a last-ditch effort he put in a call to his Sister. She had just had a baby a few months ago and wasn’t willing to come to our house, so Dad loaded me up and took me to her place up in the mountains.
My Aunt’s house was over an hour away. Dad would need to drop me off and immediately drive back to report to work. The journey was frigid. We’d run into patches of light rain, then sleet, then light snow, and back to rain. Slushy ice was accumulating on the sides of the windshield just beyond the reach of the wipers. Dad shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose; something he did when he was stressed out or upset about something. “This is going to be a bad storm, Son. They’re calling it a historic blizzard. Every news outlet is reporting it differently. Some are calling for just snow, others are predicting ice, and some are saying both. I may not be able to come get you for a few days…maybe even a week. I’ll try to stay in touch with you and your Aunt and keep you updated on when I can come get you.” I just nodded my head and kept staring at the gathering ice along the edges of the windshield.
A short time later we pulled into my Aunt’s driveway. She lived near the top of a mountain at the end of a winding unpaved road in a heavily forested area, far from the nearest town. The house itself was an old log cabin that my Great-Grandfather had built. It was small, but sturdy, and had stood up to several decades of harsh Winters. I don’t think it had been updated much since my Grandad lived there. Sure it had running water and electricity, a forty year-old central heat and air system, but not much else. My Aunt had satellite television and internet, but the reception there was so-so even on the nicest of days. Dad slung my bags over his shoulder and then collected a box of food from the back of the truck. He briskly walked toward the door and kicked a few times as if to simulate a knock. Seconds later the door opened.
My Aunt greeted us warmly, wrapping her arms around my Dad’s neck and giving him a peck on the cheek. She was Dad’s little sister; ten years his younger. She was a bit shorter than average, long dark hair, light complexion, with a fairly average build, especially for someone who had just given birth a few months prior. The only thing that wasn’t average was that she was very pretty and had extremely large breasts. Though I suppose that had a lot to do with her general build and the fact that she’d just had a baby. “Woah, give me a second to put this stuff down”, Dad said. He sat the box on the floor and dropped my bags atop it, then gave my Aunt a proper hug. “Thanks so much for watching Steve for me, Beth. I’ve got a couple more boxes of food and stuff in the truck I need to grab real quick.” My aunt smiled and ushered me inside as Dad turned to retrieve the other boxes. My Aunt smiled and gave me a big hug. “Welcome to your home for the next…however long the storm lasts.” Before I could respond, Dad burst through the door with a couple more large stacked boxes clutched in his arms. “Jeeze Brian”, my Aunt exclaimed. “You taking the groundhog thing literally? It’ll be Summer before I could possibly go through all that.” My Dad chuckled and said, “Gotta look out for my baby Sister. Besides, it’s the least I could do for you agreeing to take in Steve. I’ve got his favorites, I got some of your favorites, and I picked up some extra baby supplies, just in case.” My Aunt reached down and plucked a can of baby formula from the top of the box and hefted it in her hand. "Well, I certainly won’t be needing this anytime soon”. She glanced down at her chest, “I could feed a daycare with these”. Dad quickly averted his eyes. “C’mon Sis, that’s just crude. And not in front of…” He let his sentence trail off, but I knew he was talking about me. Beth assumed an impatient stance as if to indicate that she was agitated at being chastised by her older Brother. Dad rolled his eyes and continued on. “There are four extra large packs of diapers in there too. That should keep you for at least a couple weeks.” Beth glanced into the box once more and said, “Brian, thank you, but I went shopping the other day. You didn’t need to..” Dad cut her off. “I know, but I wanted to. Just in case.” He leaned forward grabbing her hands and kissed her on the cheek. “Look, I gotta go. Need to get back to the city for the pre-storm briefing. Thanks again, Sis.” Dad then pulled me into a hug. “Be good, listen to your Aunt, do what she says, and try not to be a pain in the ass. I know this isn’t an ideal situation, but things are going to be kind of crazy for the next little bit; alright?” I nodded my head in agreement. “Alright”. Dad said. “I’ll try to call you guys at the end of my shifts and update you on how things are going.” And with that, he sprinted back toward the truck. “Be safe out there!” My Aunt shouted as she shut the door. She then turned to me and exclaimed, “Burrrr! It’s fucking cold out there.” She pulled her thick robe around her a bit tighter. “Well kiddo, make yourself at home. I’ll toss another log on the fire to get the temperature back up in here”.
About an hour later our attention was drawn to the sound of heavy rain beating down on the roof. My Aunt jumped off the couch and went to the front window. “Oh that’s not good.” She said. “The snow changed over to freezing rain and it’s coming down hard.” I hopped up from my comic book and joined her at the window. Everything the rain was touching was almost instantly transforming into a glaze of ice. The deck, trees, and even individual blades of grass looked as if they had a candy-coating. “What’s going to happen, Aunt Beth?” I ask. She let out a deep sigh and said, “If this keeps up the trees and power line will be covered in ice. If it does this for too long it’s just a matter of the power line breaking under the weight of the ice, or a tree limb snapping and landing on the power line. Either way, we’d best prepare to lose power. And if that happens, it could be days or even weeks before they can get up here to fix it.” I needed to take a moment to process what she said. “Weeks?” I ask in astonishment. “But we’ve never lost power at home for more than a day in bad weather”. My Aunt replied, “That’s in the city. You’re in the rural mountains now. We’re the last to get services repaired out here. And your Dad said this is looking to be a historically bad storm. But don’t worry. Your Dad will come get you long before that. I may even need to stay over at your house for a while if things get that bad”. She then turned from the window. “I’m going to turn up the heat and get it toasty in here. If we have to rely on just the fireplace later we’ll be glad for the extra warmth while it lasts.”
As evening set in the sound of rain pounding on the tin roof was unrelenting. Aunt Beth prepared dinner and called me to the table when it was ready. “I’ll be just a little while while I feed the baby”. She then scooped up my little Cousin and retreated into the bedroom. By the time my Aunt returned to the table, the sound of rain was replaced by what sounded like broken glass being poured onto the roof and surrounding deck. “Well, that’s something of a relief.” My Aunt said. “The rain has changed over to sleet. Though I fear the damage may have already been done.” I gave my Aunt a quizzical look. “Everything is already coated in a ton of ice.” She said in response. “But, even if we lose power, the water is heated by propane, so we’ll at least have hot showers to look forward to. Which reminds me, after dinner go take one of those hot showers and get ready for bed.”
All throughout dinner I couldn’t get my mind off my Aunt going into the bedroom to feed my Cousin. Feed…my Cousin. My mind wondered back to the remark she made to my Dad, about being able to ‘feed a daycare’, while glancing down at her chest. Even my Dad glanced at them for an instant, though maybe only because his attention was drawn to them. I know mine was. I couldn’t stop thinking about what my Aunt’s bare breasts must look like. I’d seen breasts on the internet and in old nudy mags my friend found in his attic. We also learned about breasts in school; about how they produce milk to feed babies. I glanced up at my Aunt’s chest. I wonder what the milk tastes like? I wonder what they feel like? I know breasts are soft because I feel them squish against me when I hug a woman. But I wonder what they feel like naked, and what it would feel like to be fed from them. Oh crap! I’m giving myself a boner thinking about this. Just then my Aunt looked up at me. “Look away, Steve, look away.” I thought to myself. I quickly looked down at my plate. Did she see me looking at her chest? Does she know what I was thinking? Does she know I have a boner? Oh god, oh god, oh god. I don’t want to get in trouble. She’ll kill me if she realizes. “I’m going to go take that shower, Aunt Beth.” I said as I hopped up and quickly turned my back to her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the erection pressing against my fly. I rummaged through my bag and grabbed my pajamas, holding them in a wad in front of my crotch while trying to look as casual as possible. “I’ll take up my plate after.” My Aunt shook her head and said not to worry about it. “I’ll clean up. You just get ready for bed. You’re on the couch tonight, kiddo.”
Moments later I found myself in the bathroom staring at my reflection in the mirror. “Did she suspect anything? Nah, I played that off pretty cool.” I tried to convince myself. Tried…but wasn’t fully assured. I pulled my shirt up over my head and paused to look at myself again in the mirror. My skin was still slightly bronzed from having played soccer all Summer. I’d even begun developing some toned chest muscles. I poked at my pec. Well, sort of. I then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and slid them down with my underwear. My prick was still rock hard from thinking about my Aunt over dinner. My penis slapped against my abdomen as it sprang free from my underwear. I smacked and toyed with it a moment. It had gotten a little bigger over the last year…though nowhere near as big as what I’ve seen on the internet. I also had a few pubes coming in. I wonder when... I squeezed my penis a few more times then turned on the shower and stepped into the tub. The hot water felt amazing. Even thought it was warm in the cabin, just knowing what was happening outside instinctively made me crave more warmth. Warm. My thoughts shot back back to my Aunt’s large breasts. I bet they’re warm. I bet her milk is warm too. We never really discussed that in school, but it makes sense. I mean, my pee is warm when it comes out so I figure her milk would have to be too. As my thoughts lingered on my Aunt’s boobs, I began working the soap into a later on my chest, then my stomach, and down to my crotch. I cupped a soapy hand under my balls and then applied my other lathered hand to the base of my still-erect penis. I slid my soapy hand over the length a couple times….but then kept going. The feel of my soap-lubed hand working up and down my dick, combined with the sensation of hot water cascading over my body, and the thoughts of large breasts filling my mind, quickly sent me over the edge. My body felt tingly and I began to shudder. I could feel something rising up the shaft of my cock. I gave my balls a gentle squeeze and suddenly erupted! Squirt after squirt of thick cum shot onto the shower wall. I released my balls and braced myself against the wall as the last vestiges of cum oozed over my knuckles. It took everything in me not to cry out in blissful relief, for fear of being heard. I quickly did what I could to wash my mess off the wall and just prayed my Aunt wouldn’t know what I just did. By the time I was done my penis was flaccid again. I dried off, got dressed, and paused for a moment to inspect my crotch. Okay. All is normal. I emerged from the bathroom and my Aunt looked back at me from the couch. “Jeeze, kiddo. Did you save any hot water for me?” I shrugged and apologized for taking so long. “No biggy”, she said. “I’ll give it a few minutes before I take my shower. The baby is asleep on the couch so try not to wake her while I’m in there. If she does wake up, just knock on the door and let me know. I’ll try not to be in there as long as you were, ya little punk.” She slugged me in the arm as she passed by.
By now the sleet had changed over to snow. I could see huge wet flakes illuminated by the light emanating from the window. The wind had picked up considerably too. Snow was beginning to pile up atop the icy foundation that had accumulated all evening. Suddenly my phone rang; it was my Dad. “Hey, Dad.” I answered. “Hey, Steve, how’s things going at your Aunt’s?” He ask. “Alright, I guess”. I replied. “Listen, Steve, the storm is really bad down here.” “Yeah it’s pretty bad here too.” I said. “We got a bunch of ice and now it’s snowing pretty heavy here.” I could hear my Dad working the gears on his plow truck. “Yeah, same thing down here”. He grunted as he was working the truck’s controls. “Weather radar shows no end in sight. The snow is falling just as fast as I can plow it. They’ve got us working emergency routs only right now. You may as well get comfortable up there. I’m probably not going to be able to get to you for several days, maybe even a week. Is your Aunt okay?” “Yeah Dad. We just had dinner a while ago and she’s taking a shower. Guess we’re going to sleep soon.” Dad huffed as he changed gears again. “A warm bed sounds pretty good right about now.” I chuckled. “Aunt Beth informed me that I’m sleeping on the couch.” Dad laughed. “Heck, even a warm couch sounds good. Tell your Aunt ‘Hello’ from me and that I’m fine.” “Okay, Dad. Will do.” As we were making our ‘goodbyes’ my Aunt came out of the bathroom enveloped by a cloud of steam and bundled up in her thick robe while drying her hair with a towel. “That your Dad?” I nodded. “I take it he’s busy?” Again I nodded an affirmative. “He say anything about the blizzard?” She ask. I relayed to her what my Father had said about the storm and that it could take up to a week before he can come get me. My Aunt shrugged. “It’s whatever. We’ve got plenty of food and stuff. Besides, it’s kind of nice to have some company…aside from the baby.” She gave me a bit of a sideways glance as she passed around the couch to look in on her baby. “Did you enjoy your shower, kiddo?” My heart leapt into my throat. Did she know what I did in there? Did I not get all the cum off the wall? Oh crap! I tried to play it cool. “Um, yeah. It was fine.” Just then the power flickered. Thank you god for the subject changer! “Ugh!” My Aunt exclaimed. “I fucking knew it. Alright, I’m going to get the baby snuggled into bed. You’d better get bundled up too in case the power goes out. There’s a ton of blankets in the closet next to the bathroom. Help yourself to all you need.” And with that my Aunt scooped up my Cousin and went into the bedroom closing the door behind her.
Sleep did not come easily for me that night. Between being on a strange couch, the sound of the howling wind, snow pelting off the glass, and the visions of breasts dancing in my head, I found it hard to sleep. Speaking of hard, those former thoughts kept me up in a much different way. I tried to think of anything to get my mind off of that. I watched the fire for a bit, then got up and stoked the fire, and sat up watching it, but all the while my hand kept gravitating to my rigid shaft. I’d squeeze it, pull it, and kept willing it to go away, but it wouldn’t. In desperation, I went into the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and freed my cock from my pajamas. I began stroking my dick up and down, all while thinking about my Aunt’s massive tits. The way they’d jiggle, bounce, and sway with almost every movement. Moments later my body got all tingly and quivery and I waddled over to the tub just in time to blow my cum all over the porcelain. Only this time I was so lost in the moment that I forgot to stifle my cries of pleasure. Realizing what had just happened, I froze in place and listened intently. I could hear the wind howling outside. The coo-coo clock ticking above the fireplace, and the crackling of logs as they burned. What I didn’t hear was the sounds of my Aunt’s bedroom door opening, nor her voice inquiring if I was okay. I slowly and carefully turned on the water just enough to clean up the mess I’d made and then quietly crept back to the couch. I guess I must have fallen asleep soon after.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of my Aunt exclaiming. “Awwww fuuuuck!” I leapt from the couch, my first thought was that I didn’t clean the tub well enough, but then saw my Aunt emerging from her bedroom. “Goddamn power went out last night!” She shouted. My Cousin began screaming. “And now the baby is awake, thanks to my big mouth. Alright, Steve, while I feed the baby, get into the cabinet by the sink and get out my cast-iron pan. Guess we’re making breakfast the old fashioned way.” Feeding the baby. Oh god, no. While she went back into her bedroom, I ran to the bathroom to change into my jeans in the hope that it would better hide my growing erection.
While we ate breakfast, my Aunt looked me over. “Why’d you change into your pants? Not like we’re going anywhere. This is pajama weather, kiddo”. I quickly searched my boobie-filled brain for an excuse. “I, um, thought maybe I’d go out and play in the snow after breakfast.” My Aunt scoffed. “Not in this weather, Buster. It’s still coming down like crazy out there. Last thing I need is for you to get sick, or worse, lost in the blizzard and then I’ve got to explain to your Father why his Son got turned into a frozen TV dinner. Not a chance. You may as well change back into your pajamas after breakfast.” Shitshitshitshitshit. How am I going to hide my boner? Blankets! I’ll wait until she goes into her bedroom to feed the baby and I’ll change and get under the blankets, and just stay there the rest of the day. So I waited. As soon as my Cousin got fussy again, I made my move. Okay, she’s…feeding…the…baby. Oh damn. Just when it was starting to go away too. Alright, put the plan into action, Steve. As soon as my Aunt cleared her bedroom doorway I grabbed my pajamas and sprinted to the bathroom. Better use the bathroom while I’m in here so I don’t need to get up for a while. But I quickly discovered that I couldn’t pee with an erection. Oh crap. Alright, fine. Back to the couch. I ran to the couch and got the blanket pulled over my lap with several minutes to spare.
When my Aunt came back into the living room, she sat down and looked around the room for a few minutes. “We need to talk about sleeping arrangements. No power means no central heat. No central heat means the fireplace is the only thing we have to heat the house, and that’s not going to heat the whole house. I’ll move the baby’s crib in here next to the couch where I’ll sleep and we can make you a pallet in front of the fireplace. There’s a sleeping bag in the closet, and you may as well get the rest of the blankets out while you’re in there. We’re going to need them.” I shrugged and nodded in agreement. "Oh, and I’ll need you to make yourself scarce when I feed the baby. You can go into my room or the bathroom and I’ll let you know when I’m done. I’d go to the bedroom but I don’t want her getting cold. I hope you understand.” My mind clouded over thinking about her breasts and feeding the baby again. I must have zoned out pretty hard. “Steve. Did you hear me?” I snapped back to reality and said, “Yeah, no problem.” My Aunt gave me a skeptical look, but I guess dismissed whatever she was thinking.
The next few hours were pretty uneventful. I played games on my handheld while my Aunt read a book, but then my Cousin began fussing and my brain instantly went to my Aunt’s big milk-filled breasts. Aaaaaannnnd here comes the boner again. Damnit. To make matter worse, I have to get up and go to another room. My Aunt began to say something ,but I interrupted with, “I know. I’ll be in the bathroom.” I decided earlier that I would wrap the blanket around myself in order to hide my shame. As I sat there on the toilet waiting the only thing I could think of was that my Aunt’s large breasts were exposed in the next room as she fed her milk to my baby Cousin. Seconds later I was standing over the tub ferociously stroking my cock to the deviant thoughts swimming around in my head. My knees buckled, My body quaked, I covered my mouth with my free hand and blew my load into the tub. I nearly collapsed where I stood, but I was careful to catch myself and not make a sound. I grabbed a wad of tissues and scooped up the smattering of cum that I’d shot across the tub and flushed the tissues. Yep, just using the bathroom like a normal boy. No big deal. No big deal at all.
A few minutes later I could hear what sounded like a small electric motor running. What in the world is that sound? After about ten more minutes the sound stopped and a couple minutes after that my Aunt told me it was safe to return. She was walking back from the kitchen area drying her hands on a towel and ask if I would be okay with sandwiches for lunch. As I was about to answer, I noticed a wet spot on her shirt, just below the center of her breast. I fixated on it…and quickly realized that it had to be milk…from her breast. “Steve” she said, trying to get my attention. “Yeah, sorry, sandwiches would be great.” My Aunt gave me a quizzical look for a moment then turned to walk back into the kitchen; that’s when she stopped, looked down at her chest and began dabbing the wet spot with her towel. She then looked over her shoulder at me, and continued into the kitchen. She emerged a few minutes later with a couple sandwiches wrapped in paper towels. There was something odd about the way she looked at me when she handed me that sandwich. She then said, “Hey, after you eat, go ahead and grab the blankets and sleeping bag from the closet. It’s starting to get chilly in here and I don’t want to blow through all our firewood in the first day.” “Sure, no problem”, I said. She then looked at the sandwich in my hand and said, “Looks like I’m feeding two kids now”. I nearly choked! I couldn’t believe she just said that. I was searching for a response when my phone rang. Thank you, god, for yet another distraction! It was my Dad checking in on us. Still battling the blizzard, city-wide power outages, highways shut down, not going to be here for a long time yet. Got it. “Bye, Dad”. And thank you for saving me from another awkward erection, complements of your Sister. Of course I didn’t say that last part out loud, but boy, was I thinking it.
Almost like clockwork, a few hours later my Cousin started fussing. Off to the bathroom I go. Another wank in the tub, quick cleanup, and wait. Again I heard the electric ‘whirring’ sound only this time, after a few minutes it got fainter and fainter, and then was replaced by my Aunt cursing. She knocked on the bathroom door and ask if I happened to pack any batteries in my luggage. She was standing there with her robe stretched across her chest, rather than adorning it in the normal fashion. I told her the sizes I had, but apparently none of them were what she was looking for. She again cursed under her breath, and said, “Okay. Give me a few more minutes”. She called me out of the bathroom and I returned to the couch. Her mood had changed quite a bit, so I ask her what was wrong. My Aunt hesitated, shook her head, and said, “Nothing. You’re too young to understand. You mind keeping an eye on the baby? I need to look for something in my bedroom.” “Yeah, okay, no problem, Aunt Beth”. She paused to look at me a moment. “You’re a sweet boy”, she said before retreating to her bedroom.
Nearly an hour had passed and during that time I could hear her rummaging through drawers, bags, and boxes. Then the commotion stopped and moments later I could hear my Aunt crying. I knocked on her door and ask if she was okay. “Yeah, kiddo. I’ll be out in a minute.” She emerged from her bedroom still looking distraught. “Aunt Beth, What’s wrong?” I ask. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and looked up at the ceiling for a long moment, then patted my knee. “I forgot to buy batteries for something I need for feeding the baby. I could plug it in, but, no power.” I got scared for a moment, “Does that mean you can’t feed Amy?” I ask. “No, no, nothing like that. It’s for after I feed her.” She then returned her gaze to the ceiling and let out a frustrated sound. “Look, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Amy is fine. I just…hope she develops a bigger appetite.” Oh crap…she’s talking about her breasts…and her milk.
That evening she shooed me off to the bathroom so she could feed Amy. Yeah, I was feeling aroused, but I didn’t feel like jerking off this time. I guess I was more concerned about my Aunt. Her mood had been down all afternoon. I sat on the toilet listening intently. My Aunt kept whispering to the baby and I could just barely make out that she was trying to encourage her to drink more. After a few more minutes my Aunt called me out. I sat on the couch. My Aunt had placed the baby in the crib and was lulling her to sleep, then she sat back on the couch and I noticed tears running down her cheek. “Aunt Beth, what’s wrong?” Beth buried her face in her hands. “I can’t tell you.” “Yes you can, Aunt Beth” I assured her, “You can tell me anything”. Aunt Beth returned her gaze to the ceiling and after a long pause, she ask me, “How much do you know about babies?”I was dumbfounded by this frankly broad and open-ended question. Not to mention the straight-forward way in which she ask it. I stammered over my words as I sought to find them. “Ummm, well, we did a sex education course at the beginning of the semester. My Aunt looked at me as though she was expecting more, so I continued. “We learned how babies are made.” Beth then raised an eyebrow. “And did you learn anything about feeding them?” Before I even realized what I was doing, my eyes glanced down at her chest, but as quickly as I possibly could, I brought them back up to her face. My Aunt nodded. “Yeah. A Mother feeds her baby from her breasts”. For the love of all things holy keep looking at her face! “Yes.. we, ah, we talked about that”, I managed to squeak out. She continued, “A Mother produces milk from her breasts and she feeds her baby that way. By…sucking the milk out of her breasts” Yep. I’m as rock hard as I believe I’ve ever been right now. My Aunt paused for a moment and found the ceiling once more. “Apparently, I hit the lottery when it comes to milk production. I’m producing about four times the amount of milk needed to feed Amy at this stage. So…after she gets her fill, I use what’s called a ‘breast pump’ to drain the extra milk, and if I don’t, my breasts swell up even bigger and get really sore. And my stupid ass forgot to get batteries for the breast pump…which wouldn’t be a big deal because it has a plug, but since we lost power, I can’t plug it in.” I’m literally sweating at this point. “Um..well, what did women do before there were breast pumps?”, I ask. My Aunt scoffed, “Oh I can sit there and squeeze the milk from my breasts, but that takes an hour and leads to more soreness and even bruising. Dear god I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you.” She then got up and walked out of the room.
So here I am with a block of granite in my pants because my Aunt just spent the last few minutes telling me about her breasts and how they’re full of milk and she needs to get it out. Holy crap. Just as I was thinking I need to race to the Bathroom, my Aunt came out of the bedroom and sits back on the couch, just staring at the fireplace. “I’m going to ask you something. You can tell me ‘no’ and I promise I won’t be upset with you, but no matter what the answer is, or what happens from this moment on, you absolutely cannot say anything to your Father. Not a word. This is something that stays between us and dies with us. Do you understand?” I couldn’t find the words, so I just nodded. “No, Steven,” She turned her gaze toward me, “I need to hear you say it.” She demanded. “I-I won’t say a word to Dad.” I managed to say.
“I know you’re at an age now where you’re curious about things…adult things. I’ve seen you looking at me, and I also have a pretty good idea of what you’ve been doing in the bathroom while I’m feeding Amy” At this point I’ve got so much blood rushing to my cock and my face, that I don’t know how there’s even blood left anywhere else for my heart to be pumping, but it’s definitely hammering against my chest. “Would you…I can’t believe I’m going to ask this of my barely-teenage nephew… Would you be willing to suck the excess milk from my breasts?” Aaaannnnnd I’m dead.
I think I went into complete shock for a moment because I realized I was sitting there staring at my Aunt with my mouth hanging wide open. “You can say, No”, she assured me. Okay, I needed to play this cool; like, cooler than I’ve ever played anything in my life. Don’t want to come across as eager, horny, or perverted; I’m just doing this because I want to help my Aunt. And there it is! “Aunt Beth, I’d do anything to help you and keep you from being in pain.” My Aunt lowered her gaze at me. Crap. Maybe I laid it on a little too thick. “You’re so full of shit, kiddo.”
Beth began to tug at the top of her robe, but then stopped and looked at me. “Not a single word of this to anyone, especially your Dad.” I shook my head, “This stays between us, I promise”. She held her gaze on me a moment longer, then began sliding her robe off her shoulders, she reached inside and pulled out one of her huge, jiggly, magnificent breasts. She must have removed her shirt and bra when she went into the bedroom. It’s like she knew I wouldn’t refuse her request. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. This creamy white cantaloupe-size bulb of flesh, almost perfectly round, and in the center, a pink disk about the size of the top of a soda can, and topped with a strawberry-red nipple. As she was manipulating it out of her robe, a spray of milk shot from her nipple and soaked into the fleece fabric just above where she had it knotted. What remained was a drop of what I could only imagine was sweet-tasting warm milk, barely clinging from the under side of her protruding cherry-like nipple. “Alright”, she instructed, “Lay you head in my lap, suck the nipple gently. I’ll tell you if you can suck harder, and no biting. Understand?” All I could do was nod while still staring at the wondrous orb that had just been presented to me. I’m about to suck the milk from my beautiful Aunt Beth’s enormous tit. Please lord, just give me five minutes and then you can strike me dead for all I care. I lowered my head into my Aunt’s lap. She leaned forward guiding her supple nipple to press against my lips. I opened my mouth, eagerly allowing her breast entrance, and pressed my lips to her pillowy flesh. “Gently.” She whispered. Then I closed my eyes and began to suckle. Almost immediately a burst of hot, sweet liquid sprayed against my tongue. I sucked again, and another shot of milk hit my tongue. I paused to taste it, savor it, then swallowed, and sucked some more.
After about thirty seconds my Aunt prompted me to begin sucking harder. She cupped her hand against the back of my head and pressed it closer to her chest. I opened my mouth wider to accept more of her marshmallow-soft breast inside. While this was going on she must have freed her other breast because she took hold of my hand and placed it atop her available fleshy mound. Instinctively I began kneading and squeezing it, tweaking her rubbery nipple only to be rewarded with a gush of milk spraying against my palm and running down my wrist. I sucked and drank and suckled some more. About ten minutes passed and my Aunt then guided my hungry mouth to her other breast. Without hesitation, I latched on; sucking and guzzling down every drop. “Harder”, she prompted, “Suck harder”. I opened my eyes to see that she was leaning her head back against the couch, mouth wide open, and from it, I could hear a series of coos and soft moans, only interrupted by her prompting me to keep sucking and drinking her milk.
My body had begun to squirm uncontrollably. It was as if I was trying to maneuver myself into a position where I could get more of this delicious breast into my mouth. Feeling my restlessness, my Aunt placed her hand on my chest. “That’s it baby; that’s a good boy. Keep drinking Mama’s milk”. Strange as that was, it somehow inspired me to suck harder. I was pulling mouthfuls of sweet, liquid bliss into my mouth and swallowing it down with each draw. I can’t say what was going through my Aunt’s head at that moment, but I felt her hand slowly move down to my stomach. She gathered up the material enough to where her hand was now caressing my bare flesh. Rubbing in sync to each of my suckles. On one stroke of my belly, her fingertip just grazed the tip of my throbbing cock. I wasn’t sure if she even noticed, but the jolt of electricity I felt rocket up my spine meant that I sure did. A second later her fingertip found the tip of my penis again, then with the next stroke, more of her fingers were touching the head of my cock through my pajama bottoms. Her following stroke had her whole hand rubbing the length of my shaft. I felt my Aunt lift her head off the back of the couch as she rubbed the length of my entire cock again. In a breathy voice she said, “Oh, looks like someone enjoys sucking Aunty’s breast milk.” She then took hold of my dick and squeezed it gently while leaning forward to whisper into my ear, “Nothing leaves this room; right?” I could only nod slightly so that I would not relinquish the oral grip I had on this huge breast pressed against my face. Beth then leaned back again and stroked her hand over my fabric-covered penis a couple more times, before slipping her hand up to my stomach, and plunging it under the hem of my pants.
The feeling of her hand on my naked cock sent jolts of lightning through my balls and up my spine. She then pulled my cock out into the cool air. “Mmmm, look what I found”, she whispered. “Have you ever had your cock touched before?” I gently shook my head. “No, I didn’t think so.” She said in response. “You want your Aunt to jerk you off while you drink from her big titties?” I nodded desperately. “Mmmm, that’s my good boy. I’m almost empty so we’ll have to make it quick.” She cooed. And with that she tugged my pajama pants down past my hips, fully exposing my teen cock. “Can’t forget the lube.” She whispered. She then took hold of her available breast and pointed the nipple in the direction of my exposed boyhood and managed to squeeze out a few streams of hot milk all over my throbbing penis. She released her breast and took hold of my cock and began stroking it. It only took a few tugs before my balls began to contract, tingles to ripple all over my skin and my body to go completely rigid. I sucked at her breast like my life depended on it, as I blasted my first load of cum. My Aunt, sensing what was coming, pointed my cock strait up as I shot burst after burst of cum like a fountain. I felt it splashing back onto my stomach. Round after hot sticky round, until the tidal force reduced to a dribble over my Aunts soft hand. Beth giggled and gently squeezed the last bit of cum from my shaft, then gave it a few more gentle strokes. “There. That’s a good boy.” She said. I released her breast from my mouth with an audible ‘pop’, causing my Aunt to giggle again. “Was that good? Do you like the taste of you Aunt’s milk?” I smiled and nodded up at her. “Let me get a towel and we’ll get you cleaned up.” As my Aunt Beth sopped the cum from my belly and stroked the remnants from my still stiff cock, she began tucking her breasts back into her robe. Then she kissed my nose and ask me if I’d be willing to help her again tomorrow.