A woman in her mid 50s with baby has large lactating breasts

Sex my downfall

Fifty-four years old, I should have had more sense — the monthly bleeds stopped and three months later I stopped taking the pill, after all after menopause I did not need contraception. Sex has always been a big part of my life, at school I collected boys cherries, at sixteen I was pregnant. By my twenty first birthday I had three daughters and a son. People in town, including the boys I’d been with called me a slag — I thought it was all unfair, I was merely blessed with a high sex-drive.

By the age of twenty-one I had those four children, my future looked bleak — a life on welfare! I realised I had to make changes, one was to use contraception — saying “NO” was not part of my vocabulary. The other change was to get a career. I went to college, got the qualifications I needed then onto University — there I studied law. After University followed by three years in a law office I began earning my living writing, – writing this is a form of relaxation, a break from the daily grind — a busman’s holiday.

To return to the subject, about eight months after the “menopause”, I noticed I was putting on weight, my breasts were getting tender and maybe something was growing inside me. I went to the doctor almost convinced I had cancer. After an examination and a scan I was told I was five months pregnant. “Pregnant!” I exclaimed, “I cannot be! I’ve stopped bleeding its the menopause.”

My doctor laughed, “We often hear that, if you had come to see me I would have told you, contraception for two years after your last bleed.” Three months ago, as soon as I gave birth I resumed taking the pill, I reckon I’ll be taking it until either I am too old for sex or I am going in my box — probably the latter

“I don’t want a child.” I almost stamped my feet like a petulant teenager — I was entitled to act this way, as obviously my body thought it was still a teenager.

“I am sorry it is a bit late for that,” said my doctor — I am sure the bitch was laughing at me. They are so young today, this one looks younger than my daughters, she could probably date my grandson Gussie real name Augustus — his mother my daughter Saffron, is into Roman history, or was when he was born, her daughter is called Juliana.

Jules and Gussie, Nineteen and eighteen respectively! Jules in her second year at University Gussie about to start his first year. They were another complication, they both live with me, to save money and avoid the complications of their mother Saffron’s chaotic personal life. My life had been stable, until this unforeseen child, my fifth, my fourth girl. It frightens me that I will have turned seventy before she leaves school, eighty before she graduates from university.

It was mid summer, the festival was on, both Jules and Gussie were out, any other year too would have been out enjoying the Edinburgh Festival atmosphere. I was in the kitchen nursing my new daughter Joanna. I didn’t hear anyone come into the house, suddenly the door opened Wayne, Gussie’s friend, with Gussie following burst into the room. “Hey gran in the Grassmarket we saw ….” Gussie’s voice faded mid sentence as he saw me, my shirt wide open, nursing bra undone revealing my breasts. Wayne was literally mesmerised, his eyes standing out like organ stops, his mouth hanging open — the boy was almost drooling.

I am used to men looking at my breasts, it has happened all of my life, even when I was not nursing, they were large. Right now I am five foot two, tall and have a forty inch double F bust. My breasts developed from about twelve, at school boys loved them and girls hated me for having breasts. After that all men were fascinated by them — women were jealous of them — especially if it is their man who is ogling them.

“Wayne if you don’t shut your mouth a bus will park in there.” I said.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” Wayne mumbled not taking his eyes from me.

“Both of you get out — Now.” I was angry I felt my space had been invaded, that charging around with his mates Gussie was not respecting my privacy at this moment I regretted allowing my grand-children stay with me.

I still did not have the house to myself, Wayne and Gussie had gone to his room. Somehow or other through his friendship with Juliana and with Gussie, Wayne had become something of a fixture in my house — an unofficial lodger — a member of the extended family. Suddenly there was a stillness in the house, Wayne’s voice carried with crystal clarity as if he were in the same room. “Gus yer Gran’s tits are ginormous! They are magnificent. Yes Magnificent Mammaries! Tremendous Tits!” He said playing with the alliteration.

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“Give over Wayne, that’s my Gran your talking about.”

“She maybe yer granny she could be the Queen o’ Sheba! All I ken is she is the woman with the greatest tits I have seen. How I envied that baby getting so close to her tit. I’d give anything to get off with your Gran.” Whenever Wayne gets excited his Leith accent becomes more pronounced.

I felt a warm glow in my abdomen and I am sure I was getting wet. A young man like Wayne fancying an old lady like me — behave yourself I thought — your old enough to be his granny, then I remembered meeting his grandmother — she is a woman of my own age, give or take a year.

“Dream on Wayne your not going to get off with my Gran.”

Eventually the baby finished feeding, I burped her and put her to bed. The boys were playing music in Gussie’s room, I paused to tell them to quieten down. “Oh man,” I heard Wayne say. “I’m telling you after seeing your gran’s boobies I’ll be wanking myself silly.”

“Your daft Wayne, she is too old for you.”

“Who says, I bet she still goes like a bunny rabbit. That Richard looks like he staggers out on his knees.”

I smiled at Wayne’s choice of words. Richard my sometime lover, father of my baby, married to another woman did appear to lack energy. Since the baby was born he had become disinterested in sex — well sex with me. Once we had screwed since the baby was born, then Richard seemed more concerned as to whether or not I intended to pursue him for maintenance for Joanna. What would his wife say if she found out. To be honest until that moment I had not considered these matters, after his perfunctory poking my pussy whilst whining about these matters I decided to make him pay!

“You can’t talk labout gran like that.

“Why not, why can’t I fancy her. Man she is like a part of my fantasy I would love to tit fuck her great big milky tits. I’d love to suckle on them.”

“Quieten down don’t wake the baby.” I said at the door of Gussie’s room.

My breasts felt heavy and still ached, the baby was not using all the milk I produced. I went into the bathroom leaned over the sink and began to express the milk. I have always had this problem, producing too much milk. One of the men in my life said it only went to prove I was a regular cow. With my first children I used to donate the surplus to the local hospital for babies whose mothers did not produce enough, but this time they said I was too old and the milk would be poor quality.

To be honest I feel good when I am lactating. When had my first group of children I was continuously lactating for years. My last daughter, the last one before Joanna I suckled until she was nine. I have this theory that drying up lactation early contributes to Breast Cancer, no science to it as such — it is a theory based o observing my acquaintances.

My breasts empty I poured myself a glass of wine, should I veg out watching television or should I go to my study and do some work — vegging out won the day. I know I shouldn’t drink while breast-feeding, because it might affect the baby. I must have some relaxation and it is red wine — which is good for the heart! I felt so good that I treated myself to a second glass — if it does get to the child Joanna will sleep well.

I remember pouring a third glass. I was lying on the settee, there was a soap on the TV — not one I followed. My eyelids felt heavy. I was nodding off.

I was dreaming. Something weird happening to me. My eyes shot open I jerked into consciousness fighting my assailant. Leaning over me was Wayne, his hands on my breasts. “What the fuck do you ….”

“Sorry Mrs McNeil.” White faced Wayne stepped back, looking like a small boy caught with his hand in a sweet jar. Even so he did not have the good grace to stop starring at my breasts.

“Sorry. Your sorry you try to rape me and your sorry.”

“I am sorry Mrs McNeil. they are so beautiful, I just wanted to touch them.”

I needed time to think, I should be angry, my groin was churning and my eyes were being drawn to the bulge in his jeans. “Wayne its Ms not Mrs — I have never married. You may want to abuse my body but please don’t abuse my status too.”

“Sorry Ms McNeil.”

“Tell me Wayne what would my grand-daughter say if she knew you were lusting after my body.”

His reply surprised me. “It wouldny worry her — I’m nothing to her.”

“Oh I thought you were.”

“No never. We are just all mates we knock aboot together, but not like that.”

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This was strange I was certain I had heard sounds from Juliana’s room that sounded like sexual activity. “Tell me Wayne where is Jules and Gussie?”

“They have gone out. Taking in some Fringe show — some feminist comedienne she didn’t float my boat”

“So you thought you’d float your boat in me — is that it.”

“No I didny intend. I was upstair in Wayne’s room — I came doon for a drink — looked in the door — you looked so beautiful I jest couldny resist.”

“So you came in and mauled my breasts?” My mind was in overdrive. “Wayne go and lock the front door and bolt it.”

“But Jules and …”

“Do what I say.” Is this boy thick will I have to spell everything out. I’ve never had a toy-boy before, my men have always been my own age or older. Wayne did as I directed.

He must have worked a few things out for himself, when he returned his jeans were straining around the zip. “Now Wayne would you like to suck my tits?”

“I’d love to Ms McNeil.”

“OK Wayne here is the deal. Point one you never, ever tell anyone about us, not unless at a later date I say you can — if you do tell anyone I will scream rape! Two when it is just us you can call me Penny, short for Penelope, no on second thoughts from now on you can call me Penny I think it sounds better than hearing you say to Gussie or Jules ‘yer gran’. Finally if either of us wants to end the relationship we are honest about it and tell the other person.”

“OK is that it?”

“Oh one thing — do you want a relationship?”

“Oh Ms Oh Penny I’ve fancied you ever since Jules first brought me around here.”

“And I thought that you were dating Jules.”

Wayne laughed, “I’m Jules mate but I am not her type, not for a relationship.”

I was intrigued, what was Juliana’s type? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. The tenting bulge in Wayne’s jeans was far more intriguing. “Come on Stud, kneel between my legs and start indulging yourself by sucking my tits.”

It was obvious was satisfying Wayne’s fantasy. I could scarcely credit the speed at which he moved. In the time that it takes you to read this. He was between my legs, on his knees his lips latched on to my hard nipple. “Wayne slow down, use your tongue don’t just suck.” The boy was trying, he even attempted to caress my other breast. Yet still there remained a feeling of urgency. “Slow down dear my tits are not going to melt away. Take it slowly, treat my breasts like bottles of fine wine enjoy every drop.” Maybe his father is an alcoholic — I thought — my exportation to treat my breasts like bottles of wine, had not abated the ferocity, of what nearly amounted to an attack on my tits. Although I could feel the milk draining from me, I was not finding this sexually very rewarding.

“Wayne stop for a moment. Let’s get your jeans off so you can screw me while you suck my tits.”

“I want to put my cock between your tits and tit-fuck you.”

“Yes you can do that too — I am looking forward to it. That’s why we need to stop. I need to keep some milk so that when you Tit-Fuck me I squirt milk over you at the same time.” I am being inventive it is a long time since a man played with my breasts whilst I was lactating.

“Oh yes!” Wayne responded relinquishing my tit. Hen he stood up the bulge in his jeans seemed to be enormous. Excited I fumbled as I undid his belt — then I had his jeans undone at his ankles, Wayne stepped out of the denim. I pulled down his C-K boxers.

His cock met my expectations, about seven and a half inches long and a girth that prevented my thumb and forefinger touching. What was truly amazing was the hardness — his cock was like steel. Maybe I should not be amazed, maybe all young men’s cocks are as hard as Wayne’s. But I have not been with a young man for over thirty years, since I was a teenager — I have never had a younger lover before. I gazed at his cock in awe, worshipped it with my eyes and caressed it as I grew acquainted with it. “Oh your cock is absolute perfection. It feels so hard. … Your balls feel so heavy.” I said cupping them as I weighed them.

I should have known better, this was all too much for Wayne, he moaned, “oh no,”. His hips thrust forward. He erupted. Thick creamy cum in copious amounts hit me in the face, catching me unawares. My right eye stun my vision blurred. I opened my mouth to catch some of the cum that still spurted from his cock. More landed on my face, in my hair, on my neck and on my breasts.

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“Sorry,” Wayne said.

“Don’t be these things happen.” I answered, toying with his rapidly hardening cock.

I positively glowed when he said, “you are just so sexy I lost control.”

“Why thank you kind sir,” I replied coquetishley. “First things first, I’d better let the dog see the bone. – Or in this case the Bone see the bitch.” I said as I undid the waist of my wrap-around skirt, the material fell away onto the sofa, revealing me in my naked glory. Wayne gawped open mouthed.

“is there something wrong Wayne?” I asked.

“No … No nothing wrong — its just I didny expect you to be knickerless.”

“Oh I was just relaxing Wayne. I was feeling a bit randy — If you hadn’t come back I was going to ease my frustration.”

Wayne looked shocked. “You were going to do yourself!” He said incredulously.

“I’m a woman and women have urges the same as men do.”

“I ken that about Jules, but you — your older than my ma. I didn’t think older women did sex like that.”

I was getting angry. “So you think by my age a woman’s cunt is all shrivelled up. So what did we just do — I’ll tell you it was sex S… E… X… Did you think it was your magnetic sex charm that reawakened my libido? Answer NO! In fact to date you are only average.”

“I just thought when you get older the sex drive disappears.”

“Wayne I’ve got a baby in there — now I’ve seen no angels hanging round — Joanna is not the result of immaculate conception — Richard fucked me in my bed in this house.” I know I was being sarcastic and cutting — I cannot help it that is how I am when I get angry.

I changed my tone of voice, I wanted Wayne. “Now if I pop your cock in my mouth you will be hard in no time.” Cum was drying stiffly on my face like an obscene masque, but I driven by desire for his cock ignored the sensation. As soon as my tongue commenced a cock massage, his cock resumed its previous hardness. I gently let his cock slip from my mouth as I pulled my head away. “Now dear boy get your beautiful cock into my cunt and fuck me.”

It felt delightful as he parted my labia with his fingers then swiftly guided his cock into me. Soon I was meeting his thrusts, together we were building a rhythm. I felt his hands and arms slide under me, a pressure on my shoulder blades. I knew he was about to lift me. I drew up my legs, wrapped them round his waist and clasped.

He lifted. I hung from his body remaining impaled by his hard cock. He lowered our bodies onto the floor. A voice in my head mentioned, “carpet burns” – “Fuck carpet burns” I thought. He hooked his arms under my knees – lifted my legs. Only my head and shoulders were in contact with the floor. I was in the Pile-driver position his virile young body slamming down onto me, our pelvic bones colliding. I had not been fucked like this for thirty years or more. It was the type of fuck an older woman fantasises about, the one you really want when the equally elderly guy has difficulty getting it really hard in the first place. It makes me feel absolutely wonderful, I don’t want Wayne to stop. “Fuck me … Hurt me … Ram it into me … Don’t dare stop ….. Harder … Fuck me harder!” I knew I am screaming at him like some demented mad woman and I cannot stop myself.

Eventually, breathless we stop, his cock shrivels and falls from me. He lowers my legs. “are ye OK hen?” Wayne asks me there is genuine concern there.

“I am fine Wayne, you just fucked me so well I got carried away. No one has screwed me like that since I was a girl in her teens.”

“Thank you Penny. That was something else for me too.”

I felt bruised, I felt sore. My leg muscles and tendons had been worked as they had never been worked for years, some stretched some compressed. Now I felt empty I could not wait for him to start again. I pulled him to me. Our lips met. Open mouthed my tongue darted into his mouth, meeting his our tongues moved as though dancing a Tango. I had one thought running through my head like a mantra “Take me now.”

Then the magic was gone, I heard Johanna’s thin wail and instantly I changed roles from sex siren to milky mums!

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