Breastfed Girl

by Jane K

I love to explore some of the lesser trodden paths of sexual experience. This is one such exploration.

"Mommy, did you breastfeed me when I was a baby?"

Alison shifted uncomfortably in her chair aware of the sudden tingling surge in her nipples at her daughter's question.

"What a question, Clare!" she said, trying to make light of it.

But Clare persisted.

"Well, Mommy, did you?"

She stared fixedly at her mother's ample bosom. Alison had become acutely aware lately that her daughter was no longer a baby. She was growing up. Alison knew that Clare had been going thru her underwear drawer, she must have found the vibrator, she had seen Clare exploring her hairless pussy with her fingers, though she could not swear to it that the girl was actually masturbating, she had caught her once or twice spying on her in the shower, clearly fascinated by the accoutrements of womanhood - breasts and pubes in particular. Yes, her little girl wasn't so little any more....

"Yes, Clare, I did. That's what mothers do, they feed their babies."

"Is there milk in your titties right now, Mommy?"

Where was the questioning leading? she thought. Once again she felt a delicious tingling in her nipples. The memory of seeing her son, fingers inside her kitty, came into her mind and she reddened.

"No, dear, it's only when a woman first has a baby."

"Oh."

Much to Alison's relief, that seemed to satisfy Clare. She turned as if to leave the kitchen. Then she turned back and said: "Was it nice?"

"Was wh-what nice?" Alison felt a surge of confusion now. Where WAS this going?

"Me like sucking milk out of your titties, Mommy. Was it nice for you?"

Alison remembered the sensation of a little mouth clamped over her nipple sucking hungrily, drawing the milk out of her swollen breast.

And she remembered how almost sexual it had been in the pleasure it gave her. Yes, it had been nice. It had been tummy-churning, clitty-tingling nice. It was a sensation she knew was something very special for a woman. But what to say to her pubescent daughter with her insistent questions? Alison's cunt was responding to her thoughts now, images of naughty-fingers-in-kitty flooding back into her head.

"Yes, dear, I suppose it was. You were a very hungry little baby! Quite a glutton!"

She smiled at her daughter in what she hoped was a maternal way.

That's right, she thought, make light of it.

"If I sucked your titty now, Mommy, would it make milk like it did when I was a baby?"

Oh god yes, she thought! If you sucked at my nipple long enough! "I don't think so,"

"Can we try, Mommy?"

Alison was stunned. The idea of daughter suckling at her breast, knowing the effect it would have on BOTH their pussies up as she did so, made her dizzy.

"NO WAY!"

"Why not, Mommy? You let me when I was a baby. Why not now?"

The pleading in her eyes matched the pleading tone in her voice.

"Please, Mommy!"

And before Alison could reply, Clare had rushed over to her, plonked herself down on her lap and began to fondle her mother's breasts thru her housecoat. Alisonhad only just got up and was naked underneath.

Clare felt a delicious tingling in her kitty as she ran her hands over the delicious objects. They felt soft and warm. It had been her dream to touch her mother this way, a recurrent theme that played in her head whenever she fingered her kitty the way her friend Susan had taught her.

"Stop it, Clare! Get off. You're not a baby any more!"

Too late! Clarehad opened her mother's housecoat and was now kneading her naked breasts. Alison caught her breath. It felt good. SO good.

Too good to stop...

"Please, Mommy, they feel so nice. Don't you like me touching them?"

She saw tears welling up in Clare's eyes. Oh the darling child! She really was very sweet. Alison felt a twinge of guilt that she spoken to her so sharply.

"Sorry, darling," she said, her voice soft now, "I didn't mean to shout at you. It's just that....."

Her voice trailed away as she felt her daughter's mouth clamp over her nipple. She looked down at Clare's head with its tresses of pretty dark brown hair. Instinctively she stroked it, pulling Clare gently on to her nipple.

"That's it, darling. Suckle. Let Mommy feed her baby,"

She cupped her hand under her breast to force the nipple deeper into her daughter's hungry mouth. The girl, totally focussed now on sucking at the treasure being offered to her, worked her mouth harder now, loving her mother's hand stroking her hair, loving the tingling she could feel as her kitty lips responded and she felt the first wetness oozing out.

"Now the other breast, darling. Here you are. Suck. Suck. Clever girl! Suck on Mommy's lovely titty!"

Alison was losing any reticence she may have had, overwhelmed now by the overtly sexual pleasure she could feel coursing thru her body from nipple to groin to toes and back. Without even thinking about is, she slid her hand down between Clare's thighs and felt the hardness.

Quickly, impatiently, she fumbled to get her hand inside the girl's panties and slide her finger wetly into the delicious slit between those puffy hairless lips. Alison remembered how she had felt that time when she had seen Clare fingering herself, how a crazy impulse to do it for her daughter almost overwhelmed her. And now, Alison had her fingers playing lovingly over Clare's excited kitty.

The girl mumbled something she didn't quite catch. It sounded like "What are you doing, Mommy?"

"Hush, darling, don't stop sucking on Mommy's titty. And Mommy will make her baby feel good. Like this..."

And she demonstrated "like this" by starting to twirl and slide, going from clitty to slit and back in a relentless masturbatory motion, knowing the effect it would have on her daughter. The effect it has on any girl. On any horny pubescent girl exploring sex, wanting to discover the mysteries of womanhood. And Alison knew all about that.

She had long had a secret passion to get young girls in her clutches, but she had never allowed herself to think of her own daughter that way. Till now.....

"Mmmm, Mommy's clever girl!" she crooned. "So wet, so silky smooth, so beautiful!"

Clare uttered a moan of satisfaction without taking her mouth off the hard nipple that was now caressing the roof of her mouth. This was heaven indeed. For both mother and daughter.

"Suck on Mommy's titty, and Mommy will make her little girl feel good."

Clare, overwhelmed by the massive assault on her senses, stopped sucking now and lay back in the cradle of her mother's arms. Alison looked down at her daughter's exposed cunt, those hairless puffy cuntlips and that precious button of flesh at the apex. So pretty, so tempting, so very GIRL.

Gently Alison took her daughter over to the kitchen window seat and stretched her out on it. Then she knelt down, parting the girl's thighs, bent over her and clamped her mouth over the girl's mouthwatering cunt.

Clare gasped but didn't move.

"What are you doing, Mommy?"

Alison took her mouth off Clare for a moment.

"It's my turn to suckle, dear," she said sweetly, and went back to her task.

God, she thought, I am a total slut, going down on my own daughter like this.

The girl moaned with pleasure, her mother panted with her pussymunching effort.

Then, Alison thought, "I couldn't make milk for Clare, but I know she will give me LOTS of gorgeous pussyjuice for me to drink!"