THE NANNY’S MILK
THE BABY
Stan Quinlan was a good man. He was in his late-30s, single and a successful attorney with a promising career path within the firm he worked for. But that wasn’t what made him a good man. What defined him was his sense of loyalty and responsibility. That had been tested like never before, and he was proud of how he responded. He was also terribly stressed.
His brother and sister-in-law had died six weeks ago in a horrible car crash. Their infant son survived. With her parents ailing and his own parents deceased, Stan was the closest adult relative. He didn’t hesitate. He would raise his nephew.
He date plenty but had no steady girlfriend. He was very busy and driven and focused. Now, his priorities were changed. He was still committed to work, but now after work he hustled home to pick up Joshua from the daycare. Instead of working late or working out or grabbing a beer with the guys, he sat home, caring for Joshua and learning on the fly how to be a dad.
THE NANNY
As those first few weeks went past, Stan realized that he simply couldn’t work the hours he needed to work, take care of the baby and his home and get the rest he needed. It was too much. He had the need and the means to hire some help. So he posted a request on social media for a nanny, someone who could help out in the evenings and weekends.
A few suggestions and queries came in, but none panned out. That is, until Hailey sent a message. She was the niece of one of his old high school buddies. He didn’t know her, but his old friend had recommended she check it out. She hadn’t gone to college after high school, but soon realized that a career in design would only come with education. She decided to start taking classes part time, but juggling class and work was difficult and she couldn’t find jobs that paid enough to cover her rent, let alone additional expenses.
She needed to take classes during the day and then be able to work and study at night. She loved kids, so it seemed like the perfect setup.
Hailey was 25 with light brown hair, dark brown eyes and a slender, athletic figure. She had a beautiful smile, lightly tanned complexion and had a firm, tight body highlighted by a pair of perfectly formed C cup breasts.
Stan invited her to the house to meet him and Joshua. All three hit it off instantly. She was a natural with Joshua and found Stan very trustworthy and admirable. Stan found her very mature, friendly and intelligent. And her good looks were an added bonus. It would be nice to come home to a happy baby and a beautiful college girl.
THE MILK
Hailey had worked as a camp counselor when she was in high school and always liked working with kids. An infant was new, however. Still, her instincts helped her learn quickly and she bonded with young Joshua in no time. It felt natural holding him, playing with him on a blanket on the floor, feeding him, even rocking him to sleep. Stan helped out plenty, too, giving her time to study as they took turns caring for Joshua throughout the evening.
Hailey’s routine was to pick up Joshua from daycare as soon as her last class was over – about 4 pm. – and take him to the house. She stayed through the evening and usually went home around 11. It was a tiring pace, but she was thankful for the better pay and flexibility to mix study and work. Plus Stan was a very nice guy and Joshua was a good baby, so it was much easier than it might have been.
Still, Hailey was tired and found her emotions running high as her energy level dropped. Her hormones were all out of whack and even her breasts felt swollen and tender. One day, she was rocking Joshua in the recliner before Stan got home. She was looking at him, thinking how sad it was for him to have lost his parents and yet how lucky he was to have such a wonderful uncle, willing and able to provide for him. But this boy needed a mom. Her heart ached for him. She drifted off to sleep and dreamed the weirdest dream. She was breastfeeding Joshua. He was sucking sweetly but eagerly on her rigid nipple, gulping her warm milk.
She awoke as Joshua squirmed in her arms. She put him down in the crib and then went to the bathroom. Her breasts ached. She opened her shirt and touched one. It was sensitive. She squeezed lightly, feeling for any signs of lumps. Then she felt it. Warm milk oozing out of her nipple. She was stunned. She squeezed again and more came out. What was happening?
She buttoned her shirt back up and did some research online, finding few answers, but some stories that sounded similar to hers. It wasn’t common, but it was actually possible for a woman without children to develop a bond with a child that eventually led to her producing milk and being able to nurse.
Just then, Joshua cried out. She knew that cry. He was hungry. She went to the kitchen to prep his bottle, then stopped. What if…
She picked him up out of the crib and held him in her arms. She cradled him and unbuttoned her shirt. She offered her nipple. Eagerly he latched on. She was surprised at the power of his suction, the tight seal his lips had. She was nursing him!
She wasn’t sure what Stan would think, but she knew she had to tell him.
THE DEAL
Hailey waited nervously for Stan to get home. Telling him was going to be so awkward, but she had to. He might be happy – she could nurse his child, saving him time and money and providing a mother’s prime nutrients. He might be angry – how dare she stick her nipple in Joshua’s mouth and pretend to be a mom. She had no idea.
Her plan was to tell him right away, but Stan walked in and was clearly distraught. It had been a bad day at work. He was stressed and tired and on edge. She felt for him. He was like her, pouring everything into work and Joshua, doing nothing for himself. It was exhausting and draining. Instead of telling him about the breastfeeding, she listened to him. She let him vent and relax.
“I’m sorry to bore you with all this,” he finally said. “This isn’t your problem. I’m so thankful that you’re here. You have no idea. You’ve been the biggest blessing for Joshua. And for me.”
Hailey started to thank him, but then she looked in his tired, sad eyes and her heart went out to him. Then her lips did as well. Before she could think about it, she kissed him. He kissed her back. It was as if all their frustration and fear and fatigue was being poured into that kiss. Restrained passion was suddenly unrestrained.
She straddled him on the couch and touched his chest. He put his hands on her hips, pulling up her shirt and reaching underneath to cup her breasts. She flinched as his hands pulled her bra away and touched her full, sensitive breasts. He pulled her shirt off and took off her bra. She felt his hardness pushing against her thigh.
He looked at her, then at her breasts and kissed them. He squeezed them and touched her nipples. Then he kissed her nipple. She knew it was happening. He looked up at her, surprised, a bit of her breast milk on his lip.
“I’m sorry…” she stammered. “I wanted to tell you.” “Are you pregnant?” he asked.
“No, no,” Hailey said. “I’m just, well, it’s hard to explain, but my body basically thinks I’m a mom now. I just started producing milk. Are you mad?”
Stan looked up at her, eyes full of kindness and compassion. Then he looked at her breasts and his expression turned to lust and desire. He kissed her nipple again, sucking on it, drawing milk out as he circled his hands around the base of her breast and pulled it to him.
Her breasts were so full and heavy in his hands and he understood now that they were full of milk. It was so sweet, so sexy. He couldn’t resist.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking up at her. “It’s just been a long time. You know.”
“It’s OK,” Hailey smiled. “I kissed you first, remember?” She reached down and touched the bulge in his pants and looked back at him. “Can I taste you too?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She slid to her knees and helped him pull off his pants. He was already leaking pre-cum, so she kissed the head of his cock and licked it off. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “It’s been a long time for me too, you know.”
“Well I think our wait is over,” Stan smiled. She took him in her mouth and sucked hard, running her tongue underneath his thick shaft. She sucked him for a few minutes and was willing to give him a blowjob until he came, but he stopped her. “Ride me.”
Her pussy tingled at the thought. She hurriedly pulled of her shorts and panties and climbed on top of him on the couch. He was sitting upright and she was facing him as she lowered her pussy onto his rigid cock. It felt so perfect going in. It was so strong, so thick. He was such a man.
She rode him eagerly, her pussy wet and steamy now, gliding over his cock. He held her hips and guided her up and down. He buried his head between her breasts and then put his lips to her nipples, sucking on them, drawing out more warm, sweet milk as he pumped steadily inside her.
Hailey put her head back and arched her back as she gave herself completely to him. She came, trembling all over. He squeezed her breasts, coaxing more milk out, bringing her pleasure and relief and a feeling of utter bliss.
His bliss followed moments later. He finally pulled his mouth from her nipple and laid her back gently on the floor. Then, kneeling over her, he jerked his cock a few more times until cum started spurting out in huge globs. He aimed it at her breasts and watched has his cum mixed with the droplets of milk at the end of her nipples.
When he finished, Hailey sat up and lifted a breast to her mouth, tasting his cum and her milk. It was so naughty and taboo, yet so very beautiful and perfect. She came again, knowing he was watching her.
That night, they struck a deal. Hailey would move in. She could feed Joshua throughout the night that way as well as saving on rent. She would have her own room… but they both knew they would only need one bed.
That night after feeding baby Joshua, she lay in bed next to Stan feeling happy and fulfilled as she cuddled against her, nursing at her breast.