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Sarah is a beautiful 32-year-old woman of average height, slightly plump, with long black hair and beautiful features. She has one significant advantage: very large breasts, which are always visible through her clothes. This causes her discomfort, so she tries to cover them up by wearing several layers. Nevertheless, she still stands out and attracts attention with her unique appearance.
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She works in social services and a homeless shelter in a small town in Argentina. Her husband is a simple worker. They have two children: a son and a little daughter. Due to financial difficulties, she had to look for work soon after her daughter became independent and weaned.
Sarah has always been passionate about helping people. With a kind heart and feminine tenderness, she wanted to care for others. She has large and slightly sagging breasts, yet full and firm. After weaning her baby, she continued to produce milk, though not as much as before. However, every morning before work, she still has to express milk to get rid of the excess. Her husband is indifferent to this problem, so she has to cope with it herself. Throughout the day, Sarah would experience difficulties: her breasts would fill with milk, her nipples would swell, and her bra would become soaked with milk. When she accidentally touched her breasts, she felt a shock throughout her body, and her large nipples would become very sensitive. The shelter regularly receives people, homeless or elderly, in need of care and warmth. They come for food, healing, and warmth. Some of them stay for a long time.
One day, a boy was brought to the orphanage. He was weak and sick. He was found near the train station. Sarah was put in charge of looking after him. She washed him and found him clean clothes. Looking at him, she was surprised to discover that he looked very much like her son. This was the beginning of problems with her maternal feelings. Sarah asked his name. He replied that his name was Diego. She asked if she could call him Dee. The boy was friendly. Sarah hugged him tenderly, pressing him to her chest. She felt very sorry for this boy, but she wanted to warm him with her kindness. She asked how he ended up on the street. Diego said that he had run away from the orphanage where he had lived most of his life. He was very precocious and showed this in his conversation with Sarah. "You are very beautiful, madam," he said. Sarah smiled and stroked his head. The doctor working at the orphanage said the boy needed to eat well and take more vitamins to gain weight and improve his health. Sarah understood that the boy wouldn't be at the orphanage for long and needed to get back on his feet as soon as possible. In the mornings, as she squeezed her enormous breasts and pumped milk into the sink at home, she constantly thought about Dee. She remembered how her children grew and strengthened when they fed on her milk. These thoughts swirled around in her head, but she had a real opportunity to help the boy. Sarah understood that her milk would help him faster than any medicine. Why waste it when there was a boy in need? After all, he was only few years old, a child who had never experienced a mother's love. These thoughts made Sarah lose her head. She understood the strangeness of the situation, but the image of a thin and sick boy in her mind forced her maternal instincts to take precedence.
That morning, she decided to give him expressed milk in the small containers left over from the baby bottles she kept at home. She took one of them and held it to his nipple. A thin stream of thick milk touched the bottom. The process gave her great pleasure. When she arrived at the shelter, she found Dee and said she had something for him. Sarah took him into the bathroom, took out the container of milk, and handed it to the boy. “What is this?” he asked. Sarah smiled and said it was a special diet shake for him, one that would help him become strong and healthy. Dee took it and brought it to his lips. “Try it,” Sarah said. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll like it.” The boy opened his mouth and began to swallow. With each sip, he drank more. “Do you like it?” “What is this?” the woman asked. “Yes, madam,” he answered, “very tasty, like a milkshake… I’d like some more.” “I’ll bring it tomorrow,” she said, “but you won’t tell anyone.” “Yes,” the boy replied, “of course.”
Every morning, Sarah pumped milk and brought it to Dee. The boy drank it greedily, not understanding what it was. But there was one problem: the more she pumped, the more milk she produced. As the day progressed, the milk began to leak from her breasts, leaving large stains on her clothes around her nipples.
Diego continued drinking milk for a whole week, and Sarah was delighted to see his condition improve. She was very proud of her help. He regularly ordered his favorite milkshake and looked forward to drinking it again.
One night, Sarah had to work the night shift, which was a real challenge. Her breasts were swollen, and she had no time to pump. She didn't even notice the large stains on her clothes around her chest.
That evening, Dee approached her, hugged her, and thanked her for everything she'd done. Suddenly, he smelled a familiar scent and pressed his face against the hollow between her breasts. Sarah was shocked by his behavior and watched as he pressed his nose to the fabric covering his chest. She asked him what he was doing, and he replied, "Why do you smell like my favorite drink, and why is it so damp in here?"
Sarah was at a loss for words, but finally confessed to the boy what was happening. "Dee, your favorite milkshake is my milk, and I really need your help right now," she said, hugging the boy tenderly. The boy froze and finally said, "I really want to help you right now." Sarah looked around; no one was nearby. Her chest couldn't take it anymore. "Diego, darling, I'll give you your favorite milkshake," she said quietly. "But we need to go somewhere where no one will see us."
Sarah noticed the door to one of the new arrivals' rooms slightly open. Hoping it was empty, she headed there, feeling both anxious and excited about the moment ahead. They entered a dark room. Sarah closed the door, and Diego sat down next to her. She began to unbutton her robe, then opened it. "Baby, come here," she said to Diego. He approached awkwardly, and the scent of her milk enveloped him. Sarah wrapped her arms around his head and pressed him to her large, warm breasts. "Do you want some of Mommy's milk, my boy?" "What?" she asked. Feeling Diego's warm, trembling breath, Sarah removed her robe and blouse, revealing only her bra. Her breasts were so large, they bulged out of the cups. "We need to sit," Sarah said, heading toward one of the beds in the room. In this secluded space, barely discernible silhouettes remained. Sarah sat down and began to remove her bra, freeing her breasts. Diego froze with excitement. "Sit on my lap," Sarah whispered softly. A mother could handle her hungry boy. Diego didn't understand what would happen next, but he obediently did as he was told. His head touched her hips. He gently felt the warmth of her breasts and the sweet scent of her milk. Sarah removed her bra strap and carefully pulled out her large breast. Her nipple pressed against his cheek, and he felt its wetness. Sarah lifted her breast and brought the nipple to the boy's mouth. Diego froze with excitement. "Open your mouth, baby," she said, "and take Mommy's nipple into your mouth." The boy obeyed, and his mouth filled with the wet flesh of her nipple. After a few sucking movements, his throat filled with long-awaited nectar. He didn't have to suck hard. It seemed as if the milk flowed out of her on its own.
In this confined space, filled with the boy's slurping sounds, Sarah felt Diego's closeness and maternal care. Squeezing her enormous breasts, she pressed them to release the milk. She felt his teeth nipping at her nipple, and the zeal with which he tugged, seeking more delicious milk. Sarah sat with her eyes closed, feeling her breasts empty. She began humming a nursery rhyme and stroking his head with her other hand. Diego greedily sucked, rhythmically sucking the large nipple into his throat. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of tenderness and care he had never experienced before. The boy felt a sense of peace and oneness with the situation. After half an hour, she removed the nipple from her mouth and invited him to lie on his other side. As if by reflex, Diego took her breasts with both hands and clung to her like a hungry wolf cub. The thought of breastfeeding this child became her primary goal. Sarah began to stroke the boy's back and stomach, while he massaged her entire breast to extract the sweet, nourishing milk. "Madam, your milk is so delicious and filling that I feel as if I've had my fill. Yes, my boy, it is very good for you. Suck my breast and drink all my milk, I will give you the warmth and care you were deprived of before. Let me be your mother for a while." The night seemed endless. After drinking milk from her breast, the boy dozed off in the woman's lap. Sarah, too, sank into a sweet slumber. As soon as the first rays of sun appeared, she opened her eyes and saw the boy in her lap, hovering over her enormous breasts. Her nipples were enlarged, indicating that milk had begun to flow again. She looked around the room, which contained two beds. On one of them, leaning against the wall, she and the boy were visible, and opposite the other, someone was lying. Sarah froze as she looked closer. A very old man lay on top of her, barely moving, his eyes wide and staring at her.
She slowly began to cover her large breasts with one hand, shaking the boy with the other to wake him. Diego opened his eyes and saw Sara's surprised face. Then, looking around, he saw an old man lying in front of him. He slowly rose, and Sara put on her robe. "That's Grandpa Loti!" the boy exclaimed. "I know him; he's homeless and lives near the train station." "Hello, Diego," the old man said in a barely audible, drawling voice. "You're damn lucky to have a young mother with such large breasts." The boy looked at Sara, who was very confused and trying to dress. "She helps me become strong and healthy by letting me drink her milk. Madam is very kind and caring."
Sarah was desperate. The old man had caught her doing something illegal. She took Diego's hand and quickly left the room, saying, "You mustn't tell anyone what happened. Talk to old Loti and shut him up." "Okay, I'll try, but could you give me some more of your milk?" the boy said.
Of course, my boy, I'll take care of you. But now I have to go home, my shift is over. Sarah thought about Dee all day. Her breasts were swollen, and her nipples were wet with milk. She had to express milk several times.
The next day, Sarah went to work. She put on her lab coat and felt it was too tight for her swollen, heavy breasts. When Diego saw her, he approached her and said, "Miss, I've missed you, and I'm very hungry." Sarah took him to the bathroom and locked the door. She unbuttoned her robe and blouse and took her left breast out of her bra. It immediately went limp under the weight. "Take it, my boy," she said, pulling him towards her. His head pressed against her swollen breasts. Diego licked his lips and took her swollen nipple into his mouth. He sucked furiously, milk spurting down his throat. Sarah let out a soft cry of pain as the boy began to bite her nipple. "Oh, Dee, baby, don't bite Mommy, be careful." The boy took her nipple deeper into his mouth and began to suck more slowly. Sarah closed her eyes and began to enjoy the feeding process, even experiencing something akin to sexual arousal. "Take my breasts in your hands, Dee, and press them to get the milk flowing." The man grabbed her large breasts with both hands and began to massage them. Sarah leaned back against the wall and began to caress Dee with her hands. Gently and carefully, like a mother, she stroked his head and back. The man shared her sense of peace. She felt her breasts empty, and he smacked his lips loudly as he swallowed another mouthful of milk.
Every day, Sarah sought the opportunity to be alone with the boy so she could feed him. Her breasts ached for Diego to suckle. The boy, too, was eager for his favorite treat. She even pulled out her old nursing bra to make the entire process more comfortable. When she met Lottie, Sarah noticed his gaze fixed on her large breasts. His smirk deeply embarrassed her. That evening, when things had calmed down, she called Diego to her and hid with him in an empty room. The boy embraced her and held her tightly to his chest. The scent of her body began to intoxicate him, the softness and warmth of her full breasts awakened his primal instincts. He wanted to suckle her nipples and devour her milk like a hungry child. His hands began to unbutton her clothes to achieve her cherished goal, and he watched her enormous breasts sway, filled with delicious milk. Sarah interrupted him and asked, "Have you spoken to old Lottie about what happened that night?" Diego looked down and, after a moment's hesitation, answered, "Yes." "And what did he say?" Sarah asked sternly. The boy replied that Lottie would remain silent. "But... But what?" the woman countered. "He can also use your milk to strengthen his health." Sarah's surprise knew no bounds. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. "So he wants me to offer him my milk." "Yes," Diego said, "otherwise he would have told other people," the boy replied. Sarah asked Diego to call the old man into the room where they were. "And until they resolve this matter, Dee will not be able to touch her." The boy obediently nodded and followed Lottie. A few minutes later, they both returned to Sarah's room. She looked reproachfully at the old man. "Lottie, I ask you not to tell anyone what you saw." I'm willing to pay you money for your silence. The old man looked at her appraisingly and said, "Do you really think I'd trade my health for money? I see how much better the boy has gotten since then, and I wouldn't mind taking advantage of this opportunity. Your breasts are so large that you could feed more than just the two of us. Look at me, I'm old, I don't even have teeth. Let me taste your milk too. I'll keep quiet and do whatever you say." Sarah was shocked, but the situation demanded decisive action. "I can give you my expressed milk, as I did with the boy in the beginning." "Oh no, madam, I'd prefer you give it to me straight from the source," the old man said, his toothless grin widening. Diego stood silent. Sarah looked at them both in bewilderment and sat down on the bed. Night had fallen over the city.
Silence fell in the dark room. Diego broke it. He asked Sarah if she could give him some milk because he was hungry. The woman looked at him and began to unbutton her robe. Remaining in only her nursing bra, she patted her thighs, inviting the boy to come to her. Diego knelt down, and Sarah freed her right breast, pushing back the edge of her bra. The boy felt her full breast press against his face, and something warm trickled down his cheeks. It was milk flowing from her nipple, and its sweet aroma filled the room. Diego, like a small, hungry wolf cub, instinctively found her wet nipple and captured it in his mouth. All the while, Sarah felt Lottie's gaze on her. Watching the boy suckle, she began to gently stroke his head and shoulders, instilling in him a feeling of calm and care. Then her gaze shifted to the other participant in the events. With her free hand, she silently unfastened the left clasp of her bra and pulled out her other breast. It fell completely out, and milk flowed from the nipple as well, enticing and teasing. Sarah grabbed it from below and lifted it. "Come closer, Lottie," she said. The old man approached her; it was dark. The starlight in the window barely outlined their silhouettes. He watched the splendor of the scene. "You can take my other breast and suckle on it as you wish. I will feed you with my milk for the boy." The old man knelt at her chest and extended his wrinkled hands toward her. Sarah felt his fingers begin to roughly squeeze the flesh of her enormous breasts. His breathing quickened. Sarah could smell his old skin and unpleasant breath. She would never have thought she would have to experience such moments in her life. Lottie continued to massage her breasts, feeling the stickiness of the milk on her hands. Under his touch, Sarah's nipple grew even larger and erupted with a large amount of fresh, warm milk. "Are you going to do what you want, or are you going to milk me all night?" Sarah asked.
At that moment, she felt dry lips encircle her nipple, and his gums began to squeeze it, roughly sucking it down her throat. The old man filled his mouth with her milk and then swallowed loudly; he hadn't expected so much. At that moment, Sarah closed her eyes to block out everything that was happening.
At some point, she caught herself thinking that everything was being done for the benefit of these disadvantaged people. Her ability to give them care and attention is normal for her. Sarah began stroking their heads with her hands, pressing them to her large and warm breasts. She could feel their mouths working, sucking in her nipples and swallowing milk. They both held her breasts in their hands and squeezed them to the beat of their sucking. She looked at the old man and noticed that his position at her knees was uncomfortable, and he was trying to find a way to get comfortable. "Lie on my lap, Lottie," the woman whispered. There's enough room for both of you. Sarah stretched her bra and took it off, freeing her breasts, which swayed freely to the beat of her movements. The old man lay down on her lap, his head was next to the boy's head, and they both held her massive breasts in their hands. She hugged them by the shoulders, softly humming something in a low voice. Diego began to suck more slowly, his hands weakened, and he fell into a sweet sleep.. Lottie continued to suck on her breast until Sarah felt that the milk was running out. She pushed the old man's head away from her chest and said that would be enough for today. Lottie licked the last drops of milk on her nipple and got to his feet. "Madam, your milk is very tasty and satisfying. I can feel the strength filling me. Let me eat your milk regularly, and I will keep quiet about everything that happens. Don't forget that I also need help with my health." "Okay, Lottie," Sarah replied, "but I'll do it whenever possible."
A few days later, old Lottie was kicked out of the orphanage. The woman breathed a sigh of relief upon learning about this. Her meetings with the boy continued. She often noticed how her nipples were enlarged. They have become larger, the areola has increased. The boy stopped biting them and was more gentle when feeding. The heaviness of her breasts filled with milk gave her pleasure. Being a wet nurse for a nine-year-old boy has become the norm for her. At home, her husband noticed these changes in her and asked why it happened.
Sarah referred to hormonal changes, but they will pass soon. She no longer pumped her milk at home in the morning. When she came to work, Sarah found Diego and secluded herself with him, allowing the boy to eat her milk to his heart's content. After locking herself in the room under the guise of an examination, she unbuttoned her clothes while standing, allowing the boy to snuggle up to her chest, holding her from below and feeding him while he hugged her waist.
One day, on her way to work, Sarah met old man Lottie on the doorstep of the orphanage. She was afraid of his appearance and did not want to see him, but he came first. Looking at him, she saw his poor health. He was thin and pale. Lottie greeted the woman and asked to talk to him. The old man said he really needed her help. Sarah replied that he could get help from a shelter. But he objected, saying that such help would not be provided to him there. In addition, the last time he was kicked out with a scandal, because he was arguing with other people who came to the shelter.
Lottie reminded her of the secret he kept, and Sarah's promise to give him the opportunity to receive his new treat from her. Or he'll tell everyone what's going on between her and the boy. What are you suggesting, the woman said? I wanted to see you tonight, and it is desirable that your breasts are full of precious milk, the old man replied. My hunger is killing me, be kind to me, madam. I'll be waiting for you at the train station at 10 p.m. today. Sarah agreed. When she arrived at work, she met Diego. Her breasts were full and uncomfortable. They went into the room together and went into seclusion. Sarah unbuttoned her robe and pulled her breasts out of her bra. She lay down on the bed sideways so that Dee lay down next to her and took her breasts. Gently sucking on her milk, the boy sank into a state of serenity. Sarah held her breast with her hand while Diego motionlessly sated. She couldn't stop thinking about meeting Lottie. When Diego had emptied one breast, he asked for the other.. After changing their position, they continued. When the boy was full, he felt sleepy, lying next to her exposed large breasts, he dozed off. Sarah looked at him with warmth and maternal care, she saw how her nipples were swollen, covered with his saliva mixed with milk. Sarah felt a sense of closeness between mother and child. Even an adult child, but still defenseless and weak. Then her thoughts turned to her conversation with old Lottie and the fact that she would have to obey his request. Half an hour later, Diego opened his eyes, and her warm breasts were still lying in front of him. The boy tried to grab the nipple with his mouth, but Sarah covered them. "Why won't you let me suck them?" exclaimed Diego. I can see that they are already filled with milk, becoming fuller. No, baby, it's not for you, Sarah said. Old man Lottie asked me to meet him tonight. And he obviously doesn't want to have a heart-to-heart conversation with me. You know that he can hurt us, and after that I will not escape the shame. He wants what you want too. So you won't get any more of my milk today.
Diego was disappointed by what he had heard, but they had no other option. In the evening, Sarah went to the train station to meet Lottie. Her breasts swayed slowly with every movement. Sarah felt how full and heavy they were. How her nipples swelled and rubbed against the fabric of her bra.It was dusk when she reached the train station. It was difficult to distinguish people's faces. Suddenly, a man's figure appeared out of the darkness, it was Lottie, she recognized him by his slouching gait and short stature. He came up to her and said he was glad to see her. "Madam, we need to get out of here so that no one sees us together." Where do you want to go? The woman asked. I live not far from this place, no one will bother us there, I assure you, the old man said. Sarah followed him. They were walking in the semi-darkness through an area unknown to her, surrounded by high fences and narrow paths. After 15 minutes, Lottie stopped and said that they had arrived. Where are we? Sarah asked. The old man said that there was an old abandoned train carriage around the corner and he had set up his own place to live in it. Wait, the woman objected, should I get in there? Lottie told her that even an old man like him could do it, and even more so for a young woman to do it. Madam, I beg you, don't take your time, I'm starving, because you've come to help me.. I have no other options. Sarah climbed the steps and entered the dark carriage. The old man followed her. She walked in the darkness of an empty carriage, stumbling over empty bottles and scattered things. "My God, it smells in here," she objected. We're almost there, Lotti said, stopping at a place that was surrounded by some kind of curtain and a part of the interior of the car, like a wall. He opened the curtain and went inside. A second later, a dim light from a kerosene lamp appeared. Please come in, he said. Sarah went into a small room and looked around. It wasn't so disgusting there, it was obvious that this place was inhabited and there was even some kind of order. There was a chair in the corner by a small table, and there was something like a bed on the floor in front of it. There was a window, but it was covered with a piece of plywood. It was cool. The old man approached her, not taking his eyes off her big breasts. He stretched out his hands to her and roughly began to knead them. He could feel her nipples swell through her clothes.. How heavy and full they were. It all seemed unreal and terrible to Sarah. The old man started drooling and made growling noises as he continued to squeeze them. At that moment, she felt some kind of lust on his part, and not just a desire to get enough of her milk. He was old, and in her opinion, he couldn't have done anything masculine. Damn, Sarah thought, why am I even thinking about this? She caught herself thinking this, and something inside touched her feminine nature. Lottie was waiting for the moment when he could grab her nipples with his mouth and suck her delicious milk, stuffing his empty stomach with it. Sarah saw his desire and started unbuttoning her blouse. She opened it, and Lottie saw its splendor. Large breasts bulged out from under the bra, and wet spots appeared in the nipple area. While he was kneading them, the milk began to come out. His legs wouldn't hold him up, and he sat down on the bed. "Maybe I can get your magic milk already?" he said.. Sarah walked over to him and unfastened the flap of her bra with one hand. With her other hand, she took out her massive breasts. A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. She came close and bent down slightly. Lifting her breast, she squeezed the nipple, and a stream of thick milk splashed onto the old man's face. Lottie opened his toothless mouth in surprise and took a deep breath. Sarah took him by the back of his head and pulled him to her nipple. "Drink my milk, old man, satisfy your hunger." He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and began to suck it greedily. Working his cheeks and throat, he made slurping sounds. Sarah could feel his gums squeezing her nipples. There was a lot of milk, and her breasts were bursting from the pressure. In the silence of the carriage, where only the sucking sounds of the old man could be heard, she closed her eyes and sank into a state of serenity and peace. Stroking his head, she whispered words of approval to him. The old man held her hips with his hands, pulling her towards him. He felt an extraordinary sense of euphoria and deep childish delight.. Opening his eyes, Lottie looked at the woman and how she felt the desire to feed him with her milk, like a mother feeding her child. The old man watched as she gently squeezed her full breasts with her hand, allowing the milk to come out of the nipple more freely to the last drop. Sarah looked at him and smiled slightly. His wrinkled mouth was smeared with her milk. "You're doing well, old man," she said. "But I'm already tired of standing, maybe I should lie down?" Lottie reluctantly released the nipple. "Yes, please, lie down, and I'll be there." Sarah climbed onto the mattress closer to the wall and opened the flap of her bra on the other side. Her big, heavy breasts were swaying freely now. The old man lay down on his side, waiting for the continuation. She lifted her breast and stuck her nipple into his mouth. He suckled her for 30 minutes, then she gave him another breast, still full and in need of relief.
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Lottie had sucked out every last drop, Sarah's breasts were empty, and the old man's stomach was full. She looked at her taut nipples, they had become painful from prolonged sucking. Then she stood up and began to fasten her clothes. "When can I see you again?" Lottie asked. The woman looked at him, straightening her clothes, and said: "I ask you not to come to my office, we can meet once a week at the same place." Then the old man was indignant and said that once was not enough. "We can see each other at least 2 times a week." Sarah understood that it would be dangerous to go into conflict with him, and agreed to meet every 3 days. It was getting light outside, and they got off the train and onto the street. Lottie led her the same way as before. Sarah looked around. When she got home, exhausted, she fell on the bed and fell asleep. Her next day was a day off. She woke up around lunchtime, feeling the heaviness and fullness of her breasts again. Going into the bathroom, she decided to drain the excess milk.. She felt pain when she touched her nipples, and they were still inflamed. Despite this, she continued to take them. At some point, she became aroused by this. Images of old man Lottie appeared in my head, sucking her milk and squeezing her lush breasts with his hands. The way his wrinkled mouth digs into her nipple, greedily devouring the milk. It got wet between her legs, and she put her hand down to touch herself there. She found her G-spot and, playing with it, brought herself to orgasm. Clenching her teeth, she restrained her emotions, but at the same time received a grand release.
She works in social services and a homeless shelter in a small town in Argentina. Her husband is a simple worker. They have two children: a son and a little daughter. Due to financial difficulties, she had to look for work soon after her daughter became independent and weaned.
Sarah has always been passionate about helping people. With a kind heart and feminine tenderness, she wanted to care for others. She has large and slightly sagging breasts, yet full and firm. After weaning her baby, she continued to produce milk, though not as much as before. However, every morning before work, she still has to express milk to get rid of the excess. Her husband is indifferent to this problem, so she has to cope with it herself. Throughout the day, Sarah would experience difficulties: her breasts would fill with milk, her nipples would swell, and her bra would become soaked with milk. When she accidentally touched her breasts, she felt a shock throughout her body, and her large nipples would become very sensitive. The shelter regularly receives people, homeless or elderly, in need of care and warmth. They come for food, healing, and warmth. Some of them stay for a long time.
One day, a boy was brought to the orphanage. He was weak and sick. He was found near the train station. Sarah was put in charge of looking after him. She washed him and found him clean clothes. Looking at him, she was surprised to discover that he looked very much like her son. This was the beginning of problems with her maternal feelings. Sarah asked his name. He replied that his name was Diego. She asked if she could call him Dee. The boy was friendly. Sarah hugged him tenderly, pressing him to her chest. She felt very sorry for this boy, but she wanted to warm him with her kindness. She asked how he ended up on the street. Diego said that he had run away from the orphanage where he had lived most of his life. He was very precocious and showed this in his conversation with Sarah. "You are very beautiful, madam," he said. Sarah smiled and stroked his head. The doctor working at the orphanage said the boy needed to eat well and take more vitamins to gain weight and improve his health. Sarah understood that the boy wouldn't be at the orphanage for long and needed to get back on his feet as soon as possible. In the mornings, as she squeezed her enormous breasts and pumped milk into the sink at home, she constantly thought about Dee. She remembered how her children grew and strengthened when they fed on her milk. These thoughts swirled around in her head, but she had a real opportunity to help the boy. Sarah understood that her milk would help him faster than any medicine. Why waste it when there was a boy in need? After all, he was only few years old, a child who had never experienced a mother's love. These thoughts made Sarah lose her head. She understood the strangeness of the situation, but the image of a thin and sick boy in her mind forced her maternal instincts to take precedence.
That morning, she decided to give him expressed milk in the small containers left over from the baby bottles she kept at home. She took one of them and held it to his nipple. A thin stream of thick milk touched the bottom. The process gave her great pleasure. When she arrived at the shelter, she found Dee and said she had something for him. Sarah took him into the bathroom, took out the container of milk, and handed it to the boy. “What is this?” he asked. Sarah smiled and said it was a special diet shake for him, one that would help him become strong and healthy. Dee took it and brought it to his lips. “Try it,” Sarah said. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll like it.” The boy opened his mouth and began to swallow. With each sip, he drank more. “Do you like it?” “What is this?” the woman asked. “Yes, madam,” he answered, “very tasty, like a milkshake… I’d like some more.” “I’ll bring it tomorrow,” she said, “but you won’t tell anyone.” “Yes,” the boy replied, “of course.”
Every morning, Sarah pumped milk and brought it to Dee. The boy drank it greedily, not understanding what it was. But there was one problem: the more she pumped, the more milk she produced. As the day progressed, the milk began to leak from her breasts, leaving large stains on her clothes around her nipples.
Diego continued drinking milk for a whole week, and Sarah was delighted to see his condition improve. She was very proud of her help. He regularly ordered his favorite milkshake and looked forward to drinking it again.
One night, Sarah had to work the night shift, which was a real challenge. Her breasts were swollen, and she had no time to pump. She didn't even notice the large stains on her clothes around her chest.
That evening, Dee approached her, hugged her, and thanked her for everything she'd done. Suddenly, he smelled a familiar scent and pressed his face against the hollow between her breasts. Sarah was shocked by his behavior and watched as he pressed his nose to the fabric covering his chest. She asked him what he was doing, and he replied, "Why do you smell like my favorite drink, and why is it so damp in here?"
Sarah was at a loss for words, but finally confessed to the boy what was happening. "Dee, your favorite milkshake is my milk, and I really need your help right now," she said, hugging the boy tenderly. The boy froze and finally said, "I really want to help you right now." Sarah looked around; no one was nearby. Her chest couldn't take it anymore. "Diego, darling, I'll give you your favorite milkshake," she said quietly. "But we need to go somewhere where no one will see us."
Sarah noticed the door to one of the new arrivals' rooms slightly open. Hoping it was empty, she headed there, feeling both anxious and excited about the moment ahead. They entered a dark room. Sarah closed the door, and Diego sat down next to her. She began to unbutton her robe, then opened it. "Baby, come here," she said to Diego. He approached awkwardly, and the scent of her milk enveloped him. Sarah wrapped her arms around his head and pressed him to her large, warm breasts. "Do you want some of Mommy's milk, my boy?" "What?" she asked. Feeling Diego's warm, trembling breath, Sarah removed her robe and blouse, revealing only her bra. Her breasts were so large, they bulged out of the cups. "We need to sit," Sarah said, heading toward one of the beds in the room. In this secluded space, barely discernible silhouettes remained. Sarah sat down and began to remove her bra, freeing her breasts. Diego froze with excitement. "Sit on my lap," Sarah whispered softly. A mother could handle her hungry boy. Diego didn't understand what would happen next, but he obediently did as he was told. His head touched her hips. He gently felt the warmth of her breasts and the sweet scent of her milk. Sarah removed her bra strap and carefully pulled out her large breast. Her nipple pressed against his cheek, and he felt its wetness. Sarah lifted her breast and brought the nipple to the boy's mouth. Diego froze with excitement. "Open your mouth, baby," she said, "and take Mommy's nipple into your mouth." The boy obeyed, and his mouth filled with the wet flesh of her nipple. After a few sucking movements, his throat filled with long-awaited nectar. He didn't have to suck hard. It seemed as if the milk flowed out of her on its own.
In this confined space, filled with the boy's slurping sounds, Sarah felt Diego's closeness and maternal care. Squeezing her enormous breasts, she pressed them to release the milk. She felt his teeth nipping at her nipple, and the zeal with which he tugged, seeking more delicious milk. Sarah sat with her eyes closed, feeling her breasts empty. She began humming a nursery rhyme and stroking his head with her other hand. Diego greedily sucked, rhythmically sucking the large nipple into his throat. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of tenderness and care he had never experienced before. The boy felt a sense of peace and oneness with the situation. After half an hour, she removed the nipple from her mouth and invited him to lie on his other side. As if by reflex, Diego took her breasts with both hands and clung to her like a hungry wolf cub. The thought of breastfeeding this child became her primary goal. Sarah began to stroke the boy's back and stomach, while he massaged her entire breast to extract the sweet, nourishing milk. "Madam, your milk is so delicious and filling that I feel as if I've had my fill. Yes, my boy, it is very good for you. Suck my breast and drink all my milk, I will give you the warmth and care you were deprived of before. Let me be your mother for a while." The night seemed endless. After drinking milk from her breast, the boy dozed off in the woman's lap. Sarah, too, sank into a sweet slumber. As soon as the first rays of sun appeared, she opened her eyes and saw the boy in her lap, hovering over her enormous breasts. Her nipples were enlarged, indicating that milk had begun to flow again. She looked around the room, which contained two beds. On one of them, leaning against the wall, she and the boy were visible, and opposite the other, someone was lying. Sarah froze as she looked closer. A very old man lay on top of her, barely moving, his eyes wide and staring at her.
She slowly began to cover her large breasts with one hand, shaking the boy with the other to wake him. Diego opened his eyes and saw Sara's surprised face. Then, looking around, he saw an old man lying in front of him. He slowly rose, and Sara put on her robe. "That's Grandpa Loti!" the boy exclaimed. "I know him; he's homeless and lives near the train station." "Hello, Diego," the old man said in a barely audible, drawling voice. "You're damn lucky to have a young mother with such large breasts." The boy looked at Sara, who was very confused and trying to dress. "She helps me become strong and healthy by letting me drink her milk. Madam is very kind and caring."
Sarah was desperate. The old man had caught her doing something illegal. She took Diego's hand and quickly left the room, saying, "You mustn't tell anyone what happened. Talk to old Loti and shut him up." "Okay, I'll try, but could you give me some more of your milk?" the boy said.
Of course, my boy, I'll take care of you. But now I have to go home, my shift is over. Sarah thought about Dee all day. Her breasts were swollen, and her nipples were wet with milk. She had to express milk several times.
The next day, Sarah went to work. She put on her lab coat and felt it was too tight for her swollen, heavy breasts. When Diego saw her, he approached her and said, "Miss, I've missed you, and I'm very hungry." Sarah took him to the bathroom and locked the door. She unbuttoned her robe and blouse and took her left breast out of her bra. It immediately went limp under the weight. "Take it, my boy," she said, pulling him towards her. His head pressed against her swollen breasts. Diego licked his lips and took her swollen nipple into his mouth. He sucked furiously, milk spurting down his throat. Sarah let out a soft cry of pain as the boy began to bite her nipple. "Oh, Dee, baby, don't bite Mommy, be careful." The boy took her nipple deeper into his mouth and began to suck more slowly. Sarah closed her eyes and began to enjoy the feeding process, even experiencing something akin to sexual arousal. "Take my breasts in your hands, Dee, and press them to get the milk flowing." The man grabbed her large breasts with both hands and began to massage them. Sarah leaned back against the wall and began to caress Dee with her hands. Gently and carefully, like a mother, she stroked his head and back. The man shared her sense of peace. She felt her breasts empty, and he smacked his lips loudly as he swallowed another mouthful of milk.
Every day, Sarah sought the opportunity to be alone with the boy so she could feed him. Her breasts ached for Diego to suckle. The boy, too, was eager for his favorite treat. She even pulled out her old nursing bra to make the entire process more comfortable. When she met Lottie, Sarah noticed his gaze fixed on her large breasts. His smirk deeply embarrassed her. That evening, when things had calmed down, she called Diego to her and hid with him in an empty room. The boy embraced her and held her tightly to his chest. The scent of her body began to intoxicate him, the softness and warmth of her full breasts awakened his primal instincts. He wanted to suckle her nipples and devour her milk like a hungry child. His hands began to unbutton her clothes to achieve her cherished goal, and he watched her enormous breasts sway, filled with delicious milk. Sarah interrupted him and asked, "Have you spoken to old Lottie about what happened that night?" Diego looked down and, after a moment's hesitation, answered, "Yes." "And what did he say?" Sarah asked sternly. The boy replied that Lottie would remain silent. "But... But what?" the woman countered. "He can also use your milk to strengthen his health." Sarah's surprise knew no bounds. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. "So he wants me to offer him my milk." "Yes," Diego said, "otherwise he would have told other people," the boy replied. Sarah asked Diego to call the old man into the room where they were. "And until they resolve this matter, Dee will not be able to touch her." The boy obediently nodded and followed Lottie. A few minutes later, they both returned to Sarah's room. She looked reproachfully at the old man. "Lottie, I ask you not to tell anyone what you saw." I'm willing to pay you money for your silence. The old man looked at her appraisingly and said, "Do you really think I'd trade my health for money? I see how much better the boy has gotten since then, and I wouldn't mind taking advantage of this opportunity. Your breasts are so large that you could feed more than just the two of us. Look at me, I'm old, I don't even have teeth. Let me taste your milk too. I'll keep quiet and do whatever you say." Sarah was shocked, but the situation demanded decisive action. "I can give you my expressed milk, as I did with the boy in the beginning." "Oh no, madam, I'd prefer you give it to me straight from the source," the old man said, his toothless grin widening. Diego stood silent. Sarah looked at them both in bewilderment and sat down on the bed. Night had fallen over the city.
Silence fell in the dark room. Diego broke it. He asked Sarah if she could give him some milk because he was hungry. The woman looked at him and began to unbutton her robe. Remaining in only her nursing bra, she patted her thighs, inviting the boy to come to her. Diego knelt down, and Sarah freed her right breast, pushing back the edge of her bra. The boy felt her full breast press against his face, and something warm trickled down his cheeks. It was milk flowing from her nipple, and its sweet aroma filled the room. Diego, like a small, hungry wolf cub, instinctively found her wet nipple and captured it in his mouth. All the while, Sarah felt Lottie's gaze on her. Watching the boy suckle, she began to gently stroke his head and shoulders, instilling in him a feeling of calm and care. Then her gaze shifted to the other participant in the events. With her free hand, she silently unfastened the left clasp of her bra and pulled out her other breast. It fell completely out, and milk flowed from the nipple as well, enticing and teasing. Sarah grabbed it from below and lifted it. "Come closer, Lottie," she said. The old man approached her; it was dark. The starlight in the window barely outlined their silhouettes. He watched the splendor of the scene. "You can take my other breast and suckle on it as you wish. I will feed you with my milk for the boy." The old man knelt at her chest and extended his wrinkled hands toward her. Sarah felt his fingers begin to roughly squeeze the flesh of her enormous breasts. His breathing quickened. Sarah could smell his old skin and unpleasant breath. She would never have thought she would have to experience such moments in her life. Lottie continued to massage her breasts, feeling the stickiness of the milk on her hands. Under his touch, Sarah's nipple grew even larger and erupted with a large amount of fresh, warm milk. "Are you going to do what you want, or are you going to milk me all night?" Sarah asked.
At that moment, she felt dry lips encircle her nipple, and his gums began to squeeze it, roughly sucking it down her throat. The old man filled his mouth with her milk and then swallowed loudly; he hadn't expected so much. At that moment, Sarah closed her eyes to block out everything that was happening.
At some point, she caught herself thinking that everything was being done for the benefit of these disadvantaged people. Her ability to give them care and attention is normal for her. Sarah began stroking their heads with her hands, pressing them to her large and warm breasts. She could feel their mouths working, sucking in her nipples and swallowing milk. They both held her breasts in their hands and squeezed them to the beat of their sucking. She looked at the old man and noticed that his position at her knees was uncomfortable, and he was trying to find a way to get comfortable. "Lie on my lap, Lottie," the woman whispered. There's enough room for both of you. Sarah stretched her bra and took it off, freeing her breasts, which swayed freely to the beat of her movements. The old man lay down on her lap, his head was next to the boy's head, and they both held her massive breasts in their hands. She hugged them by the shoulders, softly humming something in a low voice. Diego began to suck more slowly, his hands weakened, and he fell into a sweet sleep.. Lottie continued to suck on her breast until Sarah felt that the milk was running out. She pushed the old man's head away from her chest and said that would be enough for today. Lottie licked the last drops of milk on her nipple and got to his feet. "Madam, your milk is very tasty and satisfying. I can feel the strength filling me. Let me eat your milk regularly, and I will keep quiet about everything that happens. Don't forget that I also need help with my health." "Okay, Lottie," Sarah replied, "but I'll do it whenever possible."
A few days later, old Lottie was kicked out of the orphanage. The woman breathed a sigh of relief upon learning about this. Her meetings with the boy continued. She often noticed how her nipples were enlarged. They have become larger, the areola has increased. The boy stopped biting them and was more gentle when feeding. The heaviness of her breasts filled with milk gave her pleasure. Being a wet nurse for a nine-year-old boy has become the norm for her. At home, her husband noticed these changes in her and asked why it happened.
Sarah referred to hormonal changes, but they will pass soon. She no longer pumped her milk at home in the morning. When she came to work, Sarah found Diego and secluded herself with him, allowing the boy to eat her milk to his heart's content. After locking herself in the room under the guise of an examination, she unbuttoned her clothes while standing, allowing the boy to snuggle up to her chest, holding her from below and feeding him while he hugged her waist.
One day, on her way to work, Sarah met old man Lottie on the doorstep of the orphanage. She was afraid of his appearance and did not want to see him, but he came first. Looking at him, she saw his poor health. He was thin and pale. Lottie greeted the woman and asked to talk to him. The old man said he really needed her help. Sarah replied that he could get help from a shelter. But he objected, saying that such help would not be provided to him there. In addition, the last time he was kicked out with a scandal, because he was arguing with other people who came to the shelter.
Lottie reminded her of the secret he kept, and Sarah's promise to give him the opportunity to receive his new treat from her. Or he'll tell everyone what's going on between her and the boy. What are you suggesting, the woman said? I wanted to see you tonight, and it is desirable that your breasts are full of precious milk, the old man replied. My hunger is killing me, be kind to me, madam. I'll be waiting for you at the train station at 10 p.m. today. Sarah agreed. When she arrived at work, she met Diego. Her breasts were full and uncomfortable. They went into the room together and went into seclusion. Sarah unbuttoned her robe and pulled her breasts out of her bra. She lay down on the bed sideways so that Dee lay down next to her and took her breasts. Gently sucking on her milk, the boy sank into a state of serenity. Sarah held her breast with her hand while Diego motionlessly sated. She couldn't stop thinking about meeting Lottie. When Diego had emptied one breast, he asked for the other.. After changing their position, they continued. When the boy was full, he felt sleepy, lying next to her exposed large breasts, he dozed off. Sarah looked at him with warmth and maternal care, she saw how her nipples were swollen, covered with his saliva mixed with milk. Sarah felt a sense of closeness between mother and child. Even an adult child, but still defenseless and weak. Then her thoughts turned to her conversation with old Lottie and the fact that she would have to obey his request. Half an hour later, Diego opened his eyes, and her warm breasts were still lying in front of him. The boy tried to grab the nipple with his mouth, but Sarah covered them. "Why won't you let me suck them?" exclaimed Diego. I can see that they are already filled with milk, becoming fuller. No, baby, it's not for you, Sarah said. Old man Lottie asked me to meet him tonight. And he obviously doesn't want to have a heart-to-heart conversation with me. You know that he can hurt us, and after that I will not escape the shame. He wants what you want too. So you won't get any more of my milk today.
Diego was disappointed by what he had heard, but they had no other option. In the evening, Sarah went to the train station to meet Lottie. Her breasts swayed slowly with every movement. Sarah felt how full and heavy they were. How her nipples swelled and rubbed against the fabric of her bra.It was dusk when she reached the train station. It was difficult to distinguish people's faces. Suddenly, a man's figure appeared out of the darkness, it was Lottie, she recognized him by his slouching gait and short stature. He came up to her and said he was glad to see her. "Madam, we need to get out of here so that no one sees us together." Where do you want to go? The woman asked. I live not far from this place, no one will bother us there, I assure you, the old man said. Sarah followed him. They were walking in the semi-darkness through an area unknown to her, surrounded by high fences and narrow paths. After 15 minutes, Lottie stopped and said that they had arrived. Where are we? Sarah asked. The old man said that there was an old abandoned train carriage around the corner and he had set up his own place to live in it. Wait, the woman objected, should I get in there? Lottie told her that even an old man like him could do it, and even more so for a young woman to do it. Madam, I beg you, don't take your time, I'm starving, because you've come to help me.. I have no other options. Sarah climbed the steps and entered the dark carriage. The old man followed her. She walked in the darkness of an empty carriage, stumbling over empty bottles and scattered things. "My God, it smells in here," she objected. We're almost there, Lotti said, stopping at a place that was surrounded by some kind of curtain and a part of the interior of the car, like a wall. He opened the curtain and went inside. A second later, a dim light from a kerosene lamp appeared. Please come in, he said. Sarah went into a small room and looked around. It wasn't so disgusting there, it was obvious that this place was inhabited and there was even some kind of order. There was a chair in the corner by a small table, and there was something like a bed on the floor in front of it. There was a window, but it was covered with a piece of plywood. It was cool. The old man approached her, not taking his eyes off her big breasts. He stretched out his hands to her and roughly began to knead them. He could feel her nipples swell through her clothes.. How heavy and full they were. It all seemed unreal and terrible to Sarah. The old man started drooling and made growling noises as he continued to squeeze them. At that moment, she felt some kind of lust on his part, and not just a desire to get enough of her milk. He was old, and in her opinion, he couldn't have done anything masculine. Damn, Sarah thought, why am I even thinking about this? She caught herself thinking this, and something inside touched her feminine nature. Lottie was waiting for the moment when he could grab her nipples with his mouth and suck her delicious milk, stuffing his empty stomach with it. Sarah saw his desire and started unbuttoning her blouse. She opened it, and Lottie saw its splendor. Large breasts bulged out from under the bra, and wet spots appeared in the nipple area. While he was kneading them, the milk began to come out. His legs wouldn't hold him up, and he sat down on the bed. "Maybe I can get your magic milk already?" he said.. Sarah walked over to him and unfastened the flap of her bra with one hand. With her other hand, she took out her massive breasts. A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. She came close and bent down slightly. Lifting her breast, she squeezed the nipple, and a stream of thick milk splashed onto the old man's face. Lottie opened his toothless mouth in surprise and took a deep breath. Sarah took him by the back of his head and pulled him to her nipple. "Drink my milk, old man, satisfy your hunger." He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and began to suck it greedily. Working his cheeks and throat, he made slurping sounds. Sarah could feel his gums squeezing her nipples. There was a lot of milk, and her breasts were bursting from the pressure. In the silence of the carriage, where only the sucking sounds of the old man could be heard, she closed her eyes and sank into a state of serenity and peace. Stroking his head, she whispered words of approval to him. The old man held her hips with his hands, pulling her towards him. He felt an extraordinary sense of euphoria and deep childish delight.. Opening his eyes, Lottie looked at the woman and how she felt the desire to feed him with her milk, like a mother feeding her child. The old man watched as she gently squeezed her full breasts with her hand, allowing the milk to come out of the nipple more freely to the last drop. Sarah looked at him and smiled slightly. His wrinkled mouth was smeared with her milk. "You're doing well, old man," she said. "But I'm already tired of standing, maybe I should lie down?" Lottie reluctantly released the nipple. "Yes, please, lie down, and I'll be there." Sarah climbed onto the mattress closer to the wall and opened the flap of her bra on the other side. Her big, heavy breasts were swaying freely now. The old man lay down on his side, waiting for the continuation. She lifted her breast and stuck her nipple into his mouth. He suckled her for 30 minutes, then she gave him another breast, still full and in need of relief.
Lottie had sucked out every last drop, Sarah's breasts were empty, and the old man's stomach was full. She looked at her taut nipples, they had become painful from prolonged sucking. Then she stood up and began to fasten her clothes. "When can I see you again?" Lottie asked. The woman looked at him, straightening her clothes, and said: "I ask you not to come to my office, we can meet once a week at the same place." Then the old man was indignant and said that once was not enough. "We can see each other at least 2 times a week." Sarah understood that it would be dangerous to go into conflict with him, and agreed to meet every 3 days. It was getting light outside, and they got off the train and onto the street. Lottie led her the same way as before. Sarah looked around. When she got home, exhausted, she fell on the bed and fell asleep. Her next day was a day off. She woke up around lunchtime, feeling the heaviness and fullness of her breasts again. Going into the bathroom, she decided to drain the excess milk.. She felt pain when she touched her nipples, and they were still inflamed. Despite this, she continued to take them. At some point, she became aroused by this. Images of old man Lottie appeared in my head, sucking her milk and squeezing her lush breasts with his hands. The way his wrinkled mouth digs into her nipple, greedily devouring the milk. It got wet between her legs, and she put her hand down to touch herself there. She found her G-spot and, playing with it, brought herself to orgasm. Clenching her teeth, she restrained her emotions, but at the same time received a grand release.
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