My brother’s wife was the object of my constant attention. Her generous hip curve, her big, swollen breasts, and her supple arms. She didn’t meet the definition of a slim woman, but she was still gorgeous with soft curves all over her body.
When my brother told me she was pregnant, I was thrilled for them even though I was lusting for her and had dreams about what might happen to us in the future. Her breasts appeared to be double their previous size as her pregnancy went on and her belly became larger. I found it so difficult to stay motionless and not stare at her because I found this to be so sexual. I paid her several visits while carrying the baby’s gifts. She told me that ever since she began to mature, my brother had not shown any interest in her sexually. Not because she turned him off, but rather because she sensed he was afraid of hurting the baby. She informed me that since becoming pregnant, she had felt more sexually stimulated and that she felt attractive and fertile. I tried to remain composed as she said these things since I knew she merely needed someone to talk to.
Time passed and the baby came, a beautiful girl. Again her body coped well, she had a natural birth at home in a pool of warm water, which I was there for. I saw her fully naked for the first time, the swollen breasts and stomach. This experience wasn’t so much erotic but intense and emotional.
However, a few weeks went by, and I began to imagine her naked body—not giving birth, but sitting on top of me—her enormous breasts softly bouncing as I dove into her. I would find any excuse to come and visit them now, which they welcomed. My brother helped her with the baby by spending a lot of those first few weeks at home. At their house, we would talk, eat, and drink. He admitted that he had thought her breasts belonged to the baby and had avoided touching them.
After a while, he returned to his job, and one morning she called to beg me to come see her. She opened the door and gave me a big hug, pleased to see me. She didn’t seem quite herself; she seemed fatigued. I questioned her about her condition. She informed me that he was still refusing to touch her. He would give her a hug, but no closer than that. She claimed that her breasts were constantly full to the brink of leaking and that they were extremely sensitive.
I gave her a hug, caressed her hair, and felt the heat on her skin. She gave me a gentle kiss after turning my face around. When she planted a kiss on me, a plethora of sensations shot through my body. Although we had shared a platonic kiss in the past, this one wasn’t just friendly. This was intensely sensual, delicate yet intense, and urgent. She wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck. I kissed her more passionately as I brought her closer and massaged the back of her head with my hands entangled in her gentle waves. I reached down and stroked her arm, her shoulder, and then her breast, which was so full it could not have fit between four of my hands. She sighed and pushed herself in closer to me.
We proceeded to the couch. She took a seat next to me and settled herself in my lap. I lost myself in her luscious softness. I opened a few buttons on her top and reached inside, feeling her enormous breasts in my palm once more. I could feel her nipple, which was erect beneath my palm, dripping milk, which was evident on the lace of her bra. She removed the last buttons and lifted her top, and I was powerless to stop myself. Her enormous, full breasts pressed up against her nursing bra’s snug lace, which was already drenched with milk. At the sight of her in this state, my mouth fell open. She rubbed her large breasts against me and kissed me. She straddled my lap as I tenderly stroked her breasts with both hands, taking care not to injure her. In my palms, they felt fantastic—hot, firm, and soft all at once.
She peeled the nursing bra down, reaching down to free the cup on one side. Her entire breast was exposed, and it was mind-boggling. Absolutely, her areola was enormous, but only in relation to her breast size. Dark pink-brown, her nipple was erect. Never once did I use my teeth as I softly sucked on her breast with my lips closed. While I was doing this, I put my hand around her breast and held it tightly. As she started removing the bra from her other breast, my other hand kept massaging it.
As all of this was going on, my erection was burning beneath her. She was still wearing a skirt and maybe panties, but I knew she could feel it since she moved her hips back and forth over it while it was still covered by my hurting pants. I moved from breast to breast, absorbing the richness of her milk, which had really started to gush and squirt into my mouth, but she seemed to be in her own world. Every time I released my lips, they would keep gushing out, much like water from a shower head, with an intense suction that produced an abundance of flow. With every stroke, lick, and suck of her lovely nipples, I could feel my entire body throbbing.
She told me in a whisper that she would come from having her breasts sucked in this manner. After her pregnancy, her nipples had become even more sensitive, and she frequently gave herself orgasms by simply squeezing them. I told her that if she wanted me to, I could stay here and give her breasts a good suckle all day. Her respiration accelerated, and I could sense an impending orgasm. She was massaging her clitoris on the seam of my jeans, and I could feel her hips shaking. Though I really wanted to be there, I kept still because I could tell how much she was enjoying the attention on her breasts—I was sucking, licking, caressing, and softly massaging each one separately.
Her breathing became more rapid. She kept her breasts pressed up on my face and her crotch kept rubbing against mine. I was so excited that I felt like I might burst out in my pants. She gave a trembling gasp as her orgasm began as I pulled one nipple hard into my mouth and pinched the other between my thumb and forefinger. As she came, I could feel the milk dripping from my nipples, filling my mouth and dripping into my other hand. Until she cooled down and her breath came in shorter gasps, she looked to be having an endless orgasm, her head thrown back and her gorgeous breasts bouncing as she shook. She then leaned against me, clutching my head to her chest, twitching every now and then, melting into me.
I’m not sure how many minutes had passed when she pulled back, looked down at me, and gave me a kiss. We then got dressed and sat next to each other. We both felt incredible after having such a lovely time.