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

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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.

“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 ….”

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