Milking Aunt Julie Part 1 (Ped, Inc) My story took place couple of decades ago, in summer of 1991 to be exact. I had just celebrated my 15th birthday before the summer recess, just around the time when Aunt Julie giving birth to her first baby. Aunt Julie is my mother’s youngest sister and she was in her very early twenties when she gave birth. That made me only eight or nine years younger to her. In fact before she got married to Uncle Tom, she occasionally played Nintendo with me whenever she visited my mom and had sat for me several times when I was younger. I always thought that she was very cool since we had the same interests in things like music, movies and she always treated me as a peer, not as her nephew. After she got married, they bought a house that was couple of blocks down the street. Aunt Julie always said that she felt secured having us nearby and that alone prompted them to shop for a house near our neighborhood. In any case, besides being my favorite aunt, Aunt Julie was petite, very beautiful with brown hair, hazel eyes; very pale ivory like complexion highlighted her face. To top all of it, she had good size breasts with pointed nipples that stood out and bounced, when she walked, which I loved eyeing even when I was younger, not to mention her lovely smile, that always fared to captivate me. Few weeks after Aunt Julie gave birth to Thomas Jr, Uncle Tom had to return to work, after exhausting all of his vacation. Two days later, Aunt Julie fell in the bathtub spraining her ankle severely and bruising her right shoulder that added another hindrance to their problems. Uncle Tom managed to take few more days off from work to attend to Aunt Julie, but when they couldn’t find someone reasonable and reliable to assist Aunt Julie and Thomas Jr, they asked if I could spend the day with her for $10.00 a day. I eagerly agreed. My parents also approved since they really didn’t like the idea of me spending the entire day at home alone, playing Mario Brothers. More than earning $10.00 a day, I worried about being sent to a summer camp and therefore I saw the opportunity as a win, win situation. Typically, I rode my bicycle with my Nintendo player to Aunt Julie’s place and hung around till Uncle Tom came home. Other than little things that Aunt Julie asked me to do, the only major tasks that I had to perform were picking up little Thomas and handing over to her for feeding or placing him on the changing table for a dipper change. My job was easy, even though boys my age may find it to be humiliating, but $10.00 a day was too much to me to give up. Besides I had many opportunities to take glimpse at Aunt Julie’s full breasts when she fed the baby and it was equally thrilling to see her hop around the house with an aid of her crutches wearing loose dresses that left little for imagination. Around the same time, little Thomas developed frequent diarrhea and vomiting soon after the feeding time. When the pediatrician suspected that Thomas couldn’t digest his mother’s milk, Aunt Julie was asked to switch to a baby formula which cured Thomas’s digestive problems. One day, I sat in the living room playing video games after little Thomas went to sleep. I don’t remember seeing Aunt Julie going pass me to the kitchen, but when I became thirsty, I decided to go grab a can of pop from the refrigerator. As I approached the doorway, I spot her standing by the kitchen sink, with her back to me. From the first look, I noticed something was odd and it took me another moment to notice while leaning against the sink, she had her breasts out in open. I froze momentarily not being able to figure out what do. For some reason, I thought Aunt Julie was playing with her tits and therefore felt weird to continue into the kitchen. I took another peek at Aunt Julie’s breasts that were partly visible from where I stood, and tried to drag my heavy feet out of the kitchen. As I turned, Aunt Julie became aware of my presents and asked; “Do you need something Chris?’ “Hmm... I came to get something to drink” I said with a wobbly voice. “Don’t mind me Chris, go ahead” She said without interrupting what she was doing. I quickly opened the fridge, grab a can of pop and turned to go back when she spoke again. “I am very sore here, that’s why I have do this” This time she turned her face. “I don’t know why I am telling you this, I know you won’t understand” I was unsure of what I just heard from Aunt Julie, so I asked; “Are you hurt?” She partly turned, smiled. “It is painful, yes” To be polite, I asked if there was something that I can do to help, she didn’t answer right away, but moments later, she said there wasn’t. I waited hoping to get a better glimpse at her naked breasts, just in case if she turned, but that didn’t happen. Very next day when I saw Aunt Julie hopping on her crutches to the kitchen, I quickly realize that I may get a chance to see her milking herself, perhaps a better view of her breasts too. My heart thumped in excitement as I waited allowing her time to get started and then slowly tipped toed and waited by the doorway. Sure enough, Aunt Julie was against the counter facing the sink. By look of her gown, she had the front opened. She had a bath towel in hand which she soaked, squeezed and then applied over her chest, but unaware of me standing by the doorway, she made no attempts to turn at all. Realizing that I had to do something to get her attention, so that she may turn giving me a view of her breasts, I took few steps back and then walked with heavy steps to alert that I was entering the kitchen. This time she partly turned her body towards me, leaning her back against the counter for support. She tried to hold opened fronts of her gown, but she failed to do so with one good hand, consequently giving me my first eyeful view of her full twin peaks. I still vividly remember seeing her large, delicious looking breasts. Her aureoles were pink, big and swollen with her nipples hard and pointed straight out. I was astonished and electrified and my dick became hard instantly. My mouth must have dropped down to my chest while my eyes widened to the size of tennis balls. Then she smiled and explained her dilemma. “I came to get a pop” I managed to say never taking my eyes off her breasts. Aunt Julie didn’t say anything. I didn’t approach the fridge either, instead, just stood there staring at her. I only opened my mouth when I realize that I didn’t want to be obvious on top of being nervous of my impishness. I am still surprised how quickly I succeeded in getting a word or two off my mouth, but I asked her “Are you still hurt? Can I help?” “No I am not hurt Chris, but since Thomas is allergic to my milk, I have to empty milk from my breasts couple of times a day or they become very sore. Uncle Tom got me that thing, but I can’t get the darn thing to work right” She said pointing to a weird looking thing with a suction bulb that attached to a suction cup. “Do you need any help?” I question thinking that was the right thing to do. But I stared not being force to take my eyes from her splendid mounts that I was only able to dream of seeing few minutes ago. Aunt Julie laughed, and then said; “If I let you help, I am going to get an earful from everyone, including your parents” Disappointed with her answer, I mumbled “Ok” and turned again towards the living room. Before I could take two steps forward, she spoke again. “Hey Chris, maybe you can help, but you can’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t even ask you if I can do this myself” I was overjoyed. I literally zoomed to her aid. “Now remember, if anyone finds out I will have to kill you. I am only asking for your help because my breasts are sore and can’t empty milk from my left breasts with this bad shoulder” She paused for a moment while I patiently waited for instructions. “See if you can figure out how that darn suction thing works” I grabbed the device then Aunt Julie had me place the suction cup on her left breast. Keeping one hand on the suction cup, I squeeze the suction bulb several times, impatiently wanting to see her milk spraying into the attached small plastic jar, but only few drops came out. “That’s the problem. This darn thing is no good!” Aunt Julie complained. Then she held and squeezed her right breast with her fingers amazingly enough, that produced good amount of milk. “If you are up to it, you can squeeze the other side like I just did. But no telling” she chuckled, but I saw she was uncomfortable with the pain and having to ask me for help written all over her face. However, I didn’t need further directions. I enthusiastically accepted her request and squeezed her left nipple as she showed, between my thumb and the index finger. Aunt Julie moaned in relief as my squeezes made her milk run off her nipple. I was excited beyond belief. More I squeezed her nipple, more milk flowed. I was thrilled as Aunt Julie moaned. I changed my position to have a better control and by doing so, I remember brushing my cloth covered hard-on around her hips. I wasn’t sure if she noticed, but I didn’t bother to move since I had better leverage to empty milk from her breast from that angle. I stopped when Aunt Julie asked me to, and ran to the bathroom to jack off. Rest of the day was uneventful, but following day when I saw Aunt Julie hopping on her crutches towards the kitchen, my cock twitched immediately. She went pass me without bothering to ask for my assistance as I had hoped. My desire to see and squeeze her breasts again was so enormous and therefore I followed her and asked if she needed any help. “Thank you Chris. Are you offering to help your aunt because she needs help or you enjoy helping?” she said with a smirk. I am sure she noticed my face turning red. I felt deprived and embarrassed. Without saying a word, I turn and headed to the living room. “I am sorry Chris; I was just kidding with you. Of course I need your help. You did a great job yesterday, but I didn’t want to trouble you. That’s why I didn’t ask” I was relieved and rushed back to her aid. As she asked, I took a warm wash cloth and rubbed her breasts with it, and then squeezed one nipple until she was empty. Needless to say that was hard during the whole time and again I leaned against her side to rub my erection gently, not wanting her to notice what I was doing. Once I was done with one side, I had the strange longing to taste her milk. My fingers were already sticky with her milk and without thinking twice; I licked them to find what her milk taste like. It didn’t taste bad at all. It did taste somewhat sweet with a hint of saltiness. I turned my hand and licked the other side and then looked at her beautiful eyes and smiled. I must have surprised her when I tasted her milk off my fingers, but she remained quite till I started working on her other breast. I was already getting little adventurous and taking the every break that I got to caress and fondle her breast, while squeezing it to milk. Then suddenly Aunt Julie broke the silence and asked; “What does my milk taste like?” “It is sweet” I replied “Do you like the taste of it?” she smiled gazing into my eyes. I wasn’t sure where the conversation was headed, but I was quick to say; “Oh yes, I love the taste” She sighed gently as I kept milking her and then broke the silence again and commented “Too bad I have to waste my milk” then another moment or so later she asked if I want to taste more of her milk and I hungrily said “Yes” and licked my fingers again. “No Chris, do you want to drink my milk from my breasts? I hate wasting something that Thomas cannot have, but you love the taste, drink instead of wasting” I stopped licking my fingers and looked at her to if she was in sane. She looked as her normal self, but I noticed a faint dark cloud of sadness on her face. My dick was hard as a rock and here I am presented with a wonderful unforgettable opportunity of squeezing my beautiful aunt’s magnificent breasts and now she is asking if I wanted to suck them dry? “All you have to do is to place your mouth and suck without biting me. I am glad my milk won’t go to waste if you like the taste” She hissed, as she was inviting me to take part in a sinful act. Then she turned sideways offering a breast, holding it from under. I was still speechless, but couldn’t believe my luck. I bent my back placing one arm on the countertop and hurriedly took her breast into my mouth and sucked the nipple. It took couple of tries to get to the correct position around her wonderful flesh, but when I did; my mouth was rewarded with sweet creamy and warm liquid. As I kept drinking, I heard her sigh, perhaps being happy to be relieved of her pain. I turned my neck in the opposite direction, still keeping her nipple in my mouth. This time I had to remove my arm from the countertop and placed it around her ribcage, bringing my aunt closer. I soon realized that my other hand had found her right breast, while my cock came closer to her body, relishing its shape and warmth of her. I heard another sigh from Aunt Julie and then a cry from little Thomas. “Thomas is up. He had a long nap this morning” Aunt Julie pulled back and I reluctantly let her breasts go and rushed to the restroom. It took flat two minutes to me to shoot my load into a toilet paper, but all along I visualized that I was fucking between Aunt Julies soft round flesh and shooting into her sensual lips. The following day, I was polite. I waited till I was asked to milk her with my mouth. Well, she didn’t tell directly, but asked if I wanted her milk. Day after I planted my mouth on her nipple, as soon as she rested with her back against the counter. While I became comfortable pressing my hard-on onto her, while milking her, she couldn’t have not felt it pressing against her hips, sometimes against her front. But not a word about that was spoken by her, allowing me to think that she either didn’t noticed or had no objections. Once her breasts were emptied she asked; “Tell me what my milk taste like again” she chuckled as she asked and her eyes sparkled just like the way they used to when we played Nintendo together not too long ago. “Your milk is sweat, creamy and has just tad salty” “Maybe you didn’t get enough of your mother’s milk or still remember the taste of her milk. I am fine with feeding you” She chuckled again. I ran to the bathroom covering my hard-on as she commented; “Hope you are not developing any allergic reactions to my milk” Since the only thing that I develop was a hard-on, I wasn’t sure what she said had a correlation to the visible tent that I upheld. Obviously she had to know, because my hard-on often pressed against her as I milked her. She had looked down, but never said anything before. Then several days later, she asked me to milk her as soon as I went to her place. She said that Uncle Tom was late to work and therefore didn’t have enough time to help her that morning. I gladly obliged. I don’t know what came over me that morning, but I become more playful than normal when I was milking her. I gently squeezed her breast, my free hand ventured out to her other breast at times to caress, weigh it by placing my hand under it and squeezing gently. Soft moan escaped from Aunt Julie’s mouth first and then shoved the breast that was already in my mouth onto my face. Pretending that it was absolutely necessary, I adjusted my position several times, pressing, even gently grinding my crotch on to her. I couldn’t tell if Aunt Julie sighed and moaned feeling relived of her pain or otherwise. The feeling was heavenly. Getting bolder by the minute, I fondled her other breast with my hand while milking the other. Occasionally, I let go a breast from my mouth and swirled my tongue around her nipple. When she asked why I did that, I joked by saying that I caught a drop with my tongue that would have been wasted otherwise. Then soon I found holding Aunt Julie closer by placing a hand over her round ass, to which she didn’t object. Once I was satisfied and her breasts were emptied of milk, I stuck my face between her melons and kissed them fanatically. She thought that was cute, but didn’t resist. No need to say that I had to rush to the bathroom quickly after milking her. My hand had to do only little amount of work, before I shot my load. As I came out of the bathroom, I noticed Aunt Julie giving me a wired smile and then humped away without passing any hints. Several hours later, she asked if I can empty her breasts again. I massaged her twin peaks with a warm wet towel, as she wants done before milking her. But that time, I gave extra attention massaging them. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the countertop, letting me have my way with her breasts. Of course I was massaging them with a warm wet towel. Once I was happy, I stood directly in front of her, inhaling her aroma as well as her beauty with my eyes, leaned against her without applying much body weight and began to suck her delicious milk, stopping only to slurp when I had sucked too much without doing so. Aunt Julie sighed. Her sighs became more frequent and louder and I soon felt her pubic pressing more and more onto my crotch, beneath where I had a huge hard-on. It was almost as close as I have come to making love till then and by look in her was different at the moment, but she had her eyes closed and mouth partly opened as she sighed. Just when I thought that I had something developing, little Thomas cried and we had to part. I sensed that she was disappointed, but blushed. Especially, when her eye unintentionally traveled to my crotch and then met my eyes. Once little Thomas went back to sleep, we had lunch. After I cleaned the table she said that she was still sore since she wasn’t able to empty her breasts before Thomas got up earlier. She asked if I wanted to help her again. I was eager to help. “You almost broke your neck trying to help me last time. Let’s find a place that’s more comfortable for you” She said and hopped to the bedroom as I followed her. Aunt Julie lay down on bed, turned sideways and invited me the lay by her side. I quickly complied. Knowing what was expected of me, I didn’t need further directions to unbutton the front of dress and to let out her marvelous twin peaks. Once they were out, I placed my mouth over one and resumed where we left off. I found the position to be much more comfortable. I placed one arm around her to bring her closer to me and she held the breast in position to me to milk her. Then I soon found lying face to face had other incentives. During all this, Aunt Julies dress had risen up her legs and my cloth covered dick stood between her round thighs adding to my pleasure. She was pleased with my efforts. Her soft hand found my tummy where it traveled up and down caressing me as to thank me for my hard work. When she stopped caressing my tummy, her hand rested on the bed, crammed between our bodies right in front of my crotch. When I felt her fingers dangling near my crotch moments later, I discounted any suspicions, thinking that she was moving her hand to be comfortable. Then I froze... First her fingers moved up, gently caressing my belly and then moved down to my crotch again, but it pressed firmly on my crotch unlike before. Her hand moved up and down few times, each time lingering longer by my waist and moving down to measure my crotch. Soon her hand gently scooped my hard on in her hand and it remained there as she gently squeezed it. At that moment, I knew for sure that she was aware of what she was doing and her touch was intentional, but she didn’t show that at all. I remained with my mouth glued to her breasts anticipating her to advance as I felt her warm fingers moved up to my belly once more, but this time it remained for little longer. When I thought that I had spent more time than necessary milking her, I playfully swirled my tongue around her erect nipple and bit it very gently. It wasn’t planned, but in my aroused state, I just did just that without thinking, but her body gasped and she sighed. Her fingers on my belly moved under my waistline, just an inch or so, and it didn’t appear to me an accident. My cock twitched to her touch and I stared into her eyes to get a reading. “I feel much lighter now” Aunt Julie stuttered. Reluctantly, I adjusted my back to rush to the bathroom to jack off once more when her hand slipped little further down from my waist line. She looked, smiled, made her lips as to speak, stopped and hissed. The she finally opened her mouth and words flew… “Since you have been helping me a lot and it is causing you pain, can I pay you back by helping you?” I was dumbfounded. I had no idea what she was talking about. Sure, I was helping her, but enjoyed every second of it. I stared into her eyes once more for a clarification. “Sorry, I mean would you like me to help you with what you do in the bathroom after helping me?” Even then, it took me a moment to realize that she was asking if she could give me a hand-job, in return for what I had been doing to help her. My eyes must have widened and jaw must have dropped while gawking at Aunt Julie, who chuckled perhaps seeing my face. At the same time, her hand reached down to again to the crotch my pants, where she struggled to unzip with her good hand. “Hurry before I changed my mind. I don’t know what came over me to even think about giving you such naughty reward” she whispered. My heart began to whack inside my ribcage like a drum; cock twitched relentlessly hearing what my aunt had in mind and my hand involuntarily moved down to unzip my own pants. “Take them out all the way, your undies and all. If you say a word about this to anyone, I will call you’re a liar” This time she giggled. Her words sounded as music to my ears and she actually spoke as she sang a song, taking time between words. Faster than I could think, my hands reacted by pulling my pants out and I lied next to her with my cock aimed at the ceiling. Her hand held my cock that was leaking pre-cum like never before in her warm and silky hand, smiled traveling her eyes all over. Her indexed finger hooked up, grasping pre-cum from my pee-hole and smeared it under the head, sending shivers through my body. She stopped rubbing briefly, still holding my cock, turned it side to side to examine. I closed my eyes knowing that I was going to make a mess within a very short period as she again began to move my foreskin back and forth, at the same time turning few degrees towards me and placing her velvety leg over mine. I yelled as I shot my cum, but Aunt Julie went on to milk me for little longer and then took her index finger and stuck it in her mouth to taste my cum. “We have one thing in common. You milk taste good too. But it takes less time to milk you?” she joked giving me a smile and giggled loudly. Her face was somewhat blushful, yet strangely playful. Her eyes became dim as she giggled, not only with her mouth, with her eyes too. I was in heaven knowing that I could get further with her. I couldn’t wait for the next day. I dreamed of Aunt Julie all night thinking about her softness, full breasts, round butt and thighs and most of all her beautiful face and smile. I got up earlier than normal, showered and waited till time to head to her place impatiently. Once I entered the house, she smiled studying me from head to toe. Being anxious to get the show on the road, of course my first words to her was; “Do you want help milking you yet Aunt Julie?” she broke into a laughter immediately sensing my eagerness. “Sure Chris, I do” she said limping her way to the bedroom. “Get a wet towel on your way in, in fact get two” she chuckled again. When I entered her room, she was ready for me; she lay on bed sideways with front of her gown opened. My cock began to get hard instantly. When I lied next to her and held one breasts to suck out milk, my cock was already throbbing. Aunt Julie turned more towards my side, without waiting; she swiftly cupped my cock over my pants and squeezed it. Then her hand became more active by roaming the area, squeezing, caressing and pressing her pubic on to me crowding her own hand between us. It was better than the day before. For one, it took the guesswork out of the equation allowing me to have my way with her breasts and for her; she already knew what I now crave for. “Take you pants off, so we can milk each other” she murmured and I was quick to respond. Her hand immediately circled my cock and held it without moving at all. Only movements came from me, sucking her breasts while my cock that pulsed in her hand oozing pre-cum. It was so exquisite I began to breathe heavily not being able to articulate my content. When I placed a hand over her butt to pull her closer, she voluntarily moved. I didn’t bother to move my hand away and I knew Aunt Julie wasn’t going to ask either. I caressed her very round butt over her thin gown, pulling it up as I did. When her velvety skin became visible, I excitedly rubbed her cheeks, sometime pulling them apart and squeezing them mildly. She sighed and sighed and squeezed my pole. Within minutes, I had her gown raised up to her butt. She pulled me by my cock and placed the head at the gap between her thighs and then sighed. Soon it became apparent that we both were on fire. I was paying less attention to drinking her milk than kissing and fondling her breasts. My mouth even took the liberty to kiss her long neck, valley of the breasts (that’s what I named the valley) and her face. Than at an unexpected moment, her lips met mine. My first ever kiss from a woman – my Aunt. It was more sensual than I had imagined and I loved the way she instigated by sticking her tongue inside my mouth. My hands circled her butt and my cock pressed forward between her thighs. What a feeling….. The pleasure was so immense and our bodies were hot with desire as they grinded onto each other. I could feel her thighs were getting extremely moist with my pre-cum and my cock kept pressing forward with the each breath that I took. Aunt Julie’s eyes became half shut, but the gleamed like stars. “Ugh… Why don’t you get on top of me and help me with my milk” Aunt Julie asked taking her lips away from mine smiling naughtily. Even though she didn’t say “fuck me”, I knew exactly what she meant. I didn’t need more encouragement than that. I held her and rolled her on her back, winding up on top. Her legs opened instantly, reminding a popular song with words like “Open your wings and let me come (or is it cum) inside”. Aunt Julie waited in keenness while I adjusted myself and lowered my body onto her. She reached down and sized my hard-on, held it in place which I knew was her pussy by the emission of heat from it. I pressed forward immediately, in two or three shoves, I was completely inside of her pussy, which felt so fantastic and I couldn’t believe a pussy could feel that hot, yet so pleasurable. I sensed her pussy walls sucking in my cock, clasping it. What a sensation…. The pleasure was incredible and immense. And not to mention how slippery it was inside that was soaked with her juice. I swiftly began to fuck her, but no sooner that I started, I felt my balls boiling and rushing a gush of cum that soon filed her hole. I was utterly disappointed and waited with my eyes closed, cock still lodged in her, not wanting to face Aunt Julie. I wished that I could have lasted at least another minute or two… “You did great Chris, you did really great. Just stay like that and keep doing it” she encouraged by swaying her hips. Her pussy made a sopping sound as inch or so of my cock came out and then her pussy swallowed it right back in. Her eyes were glossy; her breasts swaying with her hips and lips were parted. Even after coming, I realized that I was still hard and therefore had no difficulty what so ever shoving my cock back and forth in rhythm, joining Aunt Julie. It was awesome and electrifying. I fucked slowly for good five minutes, hearing her moan and moan again. I only picked up speed when her hips moved faster to keep up with her. Then she moaned loudly, cried and crumbled shivering, but I kept fucking with newly gained confidence for good long time before I deposited my second load where the first load went. We hugged tightly remaining on bed for few moments with my cock still inside her heaven. “Can you go again later today you stud?” she asked chuckling when we finally parted. How can I say “No”? During that memorable summer vacation, Aunt Julie and I fucked every weekday thereafter. Weekends dragged on, but gave me ample opportunities to relive the best of episodes between us. Once the school started, I rushed to Aunt Julie’s every weekday after school and she never let me down. Several months later, she became pregnant again. We never spoke who that child’s father might be.