Mother's Milk - George Boxlicker - ebook

Eric is horny but able to do nothing about it without the elixir he needs. When he meets Tricia, with two breasts swollen with milk, and learns she was a surrogate mother and has no use for what he needs so badly, he begs her to let him nurse. She is as horny as he, so she is more than willing. In bed, they both fulfill their needs and will be doing so indefinitely.

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Mother’s Milk

By George Boxlicker

Copyright 2015 by George Boxlicker

All Characters in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old.

Eric Lennon rode home on the bus wishing he could do something about his horniness. He couldn’t masturbate on the bus, of course and, after he got back to his apartment, it wouldn’t do him much good. Even if his cock could have gotten stiff enough, any climax he might have coaxed out of it would have been unsatisfying in the extreme. If he had a woman, that wouldn’t help either, unless she was a very unusual woman, able and willing to provide what he needed before their fucking could begin.

What he needed was milk, and not the kind in the supermarket dairy case either. It had to come directly from a breast, so he could taste the warm, delicious fluid as it trickled into his mouth, and smell the sweet, motherly aroma of the woman, and feel the rough texture of her nipple and areola on his lips and tongue, along with the soft skin of her breasts. It probably wouldn’t take much more than a mouthful, but he had no woman available to provide him with even that much. There was nobody likely to become available in the foreseeable future either. The woman who had occasionally catered to his particular fetish had moved away almost three months ago and Eric’s sex life had been completely non-existent since then.

As he stared morosely straight ahead, a woman with dusky skin, long, dark brown hair and a pretty face climbed aboard and started walking toward him, her body swaying with the movement of the bus. Eric recognized her. Although he didn’t know her name, he knew she lived in the same building as he did, just down the hall from his apartment. Once or twice, he had even chatted briefly with her while riding on the elevator but he hadn’t seen the woman in a couple of weeks. At the most recent time, she had been in an advanced state of pregnancy but, apparently, she had delivered the baby since then. He looked at the swollen breasts bulging her print dress, even peeking over the neckline, and thought of how he would love to get one of them into his mouth and taste the warm, sweet delights it could provide him, although he would never consider making such a suggestion.

The bus had only a few empty seats, and one of them was next to Eric. The dark-haired woman saw it, recognized him, and smiled nicely. “Is this seat taken?” she asked.

“No, it’s not. Help yourself.”


The attractive young woman settled into the seat and they rode in silence for a few more blocks. The bus would stop just down the street from their apartment building, but the trip was still almost two miles. Although they didn’t know each other very well, they were also not total strangers, and Eric finally broke the silence.

“Hi. I’ve seen you around the apartment building and even talked to you, but I don’t know your name. My name is Eric Lennon.”

“Yeah, I kind of know you. My name is Tricia Brewer.”

“How’s the baby?”

“Oh, he’s fine. I guess.”

“Er….You guess?”

“Uh, Yeah. Look, it’s like this. I was a surrogate mother. A few hours after the baby was born, the father and his wife thanked me and paid me, and took him from the hospital. I left right behind them, and I haven’t seen any of them since. She had something was wrong with her female organs and she couldn’t get preggers.”

“I see. That must have been very heartwarming, helping a couple have a baby they otherwise couldn’t have had.”

“Yeah, it was. The money was nice too. It did have a downside, of course, and there’s one thing that I hadn’t really thought about until yesterday. The baby was born two days ago and now I’m producing milk. By the gallon, it seems like, and nobody to nurse. My boobies feel like they’re sloshing when I move.”

Eric had a sudden, wildly optimistic thought. This might be his chance. “So, what will you do about it? The milk, I mean.”

“Oh, I bought a breast pump today, and I’ll use it to pump my boobies out and let it drain down the sink. It does seem like a waste, though.” Noticing the eager look on his face, she asked “Why? Do you have a better idea?”

“Well, yeah. Yeah, I do.” Hesitating and carefully choosing his words, Eric described his situation. It was the most embarrassing thing he had ever done, describing his needs to somebody who was practically a complete stranger and presenting his proposition without putting it into words. He probably wouldn’t have been able to continue, but she seemed to be encouraging him, smiling and nodding her head, instead of slapping his face, calling him a creep or pervert and striding angrily to the front of the bus to report him to the driver.

“Well, there you have it,” he concluded. “I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of weirdo, but I wouldn’t blame you if you do.”

“Unusual, yes, but a weirdo? No. You know, you’re not the only one who hasn’t been getting any. I’ve had to be celibate for the last three months to protect the baby. So, to answer the question you didn’t ask: Yes, but it’ll have to be at my place.”

Outwardly, he was calm, but Eric was exulting inside. “Of course. Anything you say.”

Tricia smiled and patted her seatmate’s leg. During their few brief encounters in their apartment building, she had observed him to be a handsome and personable young man, and had even thought of him as a possible cure for her increasing horniness, once she had given birth. Furthermore, she had vivid memories of suckling the newborn, but only the one time, just before her clients appeared to claim him. Not only had the pressure in her breasts been relieved, Tricia had experienced a highly erotic feeling during the process, and she could feel her pussy stirring now at the memory. She smiled at Eric and moved closer, pressing her leg against his and squeezing his thigh with her hand, until the bus reached their stop.