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.