A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
Greedy Jake came home from work around 6am as he did every morning. The man worked terrible hard down them mines to keep us all alive. They all did, those brave boys. Without them, well, I don’t know where we’d be. After the plague and the chaos and war there wasn’t much left of what you’d call society, so we all had to pull together however we could. They did their bit and I did mine.
Even before everything all went south I’d always been a big-breasted woman. Ample, as they liked to call it it. My tits were like two enormous gallon jugs sat in front of me, a natural bumper that announced my arrival before I’d even got through the door. Well they certainly got me lots of attention back then. I’d always had boys wanting to come up and feel them and squeeze them and play with the nipples, but what I always liked most was when they buried their heads deep in-between them, nestling in there so my boobs wrapped around them like a hat.
Well, that was then and this is now. And now the air is full of all that radiation and who knows what else. Things changed and people changed in many ways, but for me, it was my breasts that changed.
They’d always been ornamental, but in the months after the Crash they became – well, useful. I noticed wet patches around my top and realised I was producing milk. Me, and without any children to call my own. I didn’t know what to make of it but when you look at some of the things that happened to other people I think I got away lightly.
Naturally I looked for some infants to suckle. Waste not want not and all that, but it didn’t seem there were many infants around anymore. Least none I wanted to let their mouths anywhere near me. But one day one of the men came up to me, real awkward he was, and offered me a proposition. “Sam,” he said. “You’ve got something going on there. Don’t deny it. We can all see it. Me and the boys have been talking. It seems a shame to waste, it being food and all. And besides, some of us, well, we’d like it. You know. It’d feel good.”
Like I say, with them risking all for us it was the least I can do, so I set up a stall and offered my tits to any man who wanted to come have a turn. They was shy at first, but they soon got used to it, taking to it like a duck to milk if you get my drift. Some come for the nourishment, but most now come for the comfort. They lie on my lap and I stroke their hair and they suckle down on my big nipples and I tell them it’s all alright and I help them forget the horrors of the mine for a few minutes.
Anyway, here was Greedy Jake and he always loved to clamp on board. He was one of my favourites. I never minded him being greedy and all because it felt so good. That creamy milk being drained down his throat, listening to him slurp, feeling the flow of energy pass between us. It feels good. And hearing him slurp contentedly. It makes my nipples excited and I feel thrills through my body in other places too.
The boys know it, and they help me out too, and sometimes I help them out too. I feel like a mother to them all. A mother, and sometimes a lover. They’re all my babies now and I love them for it.