Like Mother, Like Daughter Ch. 02

I awoke to cold and an alarm clock.

Shifting a bit, I realized I'd leaked milk all over the bed. I guessed that I'd eventually rolled off of Gary after making love, although I had no recollection of that, and now his alarm clock was telling him it was time to get up and go to work. As he rolled out of bed, I rolled to the side, found my bra and pads on the floor, and sat up to put them on, knowing that Sean was probably going to sleep for another couple of hours. I shifted to the side of the bed, away from the wet spot, only to have Gary, moments later, now dressed, and ready for work, sit on the side of the bed. I opened my eyes.

"I liked that last night," he said, his hand coming up to caress the side of my face. "My hot little wife." I didn't say anything. He leaned down, and my lips met his in a goodbye kiss. "We'll talk tonight." I just smiled and nodded and told him to drive carefully.

All day long, my nighttime nipple induced orgasm was on my mind. Sure, Gary had gotten me off afterward, but after the first -- it had been like eating a cake without icing: still good, but I knew it could be better. When I fed Sean later, that familiar tingle was there. After shifting sides, I tried playing with my other bare nipple, but it wasn't the same. When I gave him his afternoon feeding, I masturbated at the same time. Slipping my hand into my panties, I found and played with my clit, my finger stimulating from the outside with the tingling from Sean stimulating from the inside -- but the clitoral orgasm wasn't nearly what the previous night's nipple-induced orgasm had been.

~

"What got into you last night?" Gary asked, sliding up behind me in the shower as we were getting ready for bed. He pulled himself against me, his hands cupping my breasts momentarily before sliding down to my belly.

"I think that may have been the most intense orgasm I've ever had," I told him, spinning in his arms, and reaching for his cock. I raised my lips to his, and within seconds had him hard, his fingers finding and caressing my clit, and even though we hadn't planned it when we'd stepped together into the shower, I had him in me with my back against the wall. Gary seldom left me wanting, but although this time I came, my orgasm was definitely clitoral in origin -- and I knew I wanted more. Like the good husband that he was, he pulled out just before he pumped his sperm all over my ass. Withdrawal is almost a sure way to make babies, I just hoped he hadn't spilled enough seed in me for that.

"It was so different," I told him after we'd gotten out and dried and were making dinner. "You never let me down, but that time, with you and Sean both sucking on my nipples? I don't know how to describe it. It wasn't that you were tantalizing my clit, it was from inside, from behind my clit. I mean, I could feel my clit throbbing when I came, but it was all from inside."

Gary didn't say anything for several minutes. "Must be something like a wet dream."

I hadn't thought that he would be trying to equate to something that he knew, until then. "What? What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "I've never told anyone this. I didn't know what masturbation was until I had a wet dream. I guess I'd reached puberty, but I didn't know what that was either. I'd been having... these dreams... again and again. Maybe for a week or more. Dreaming of naked girls, touching naked girls, having them touch me. Things that I knew were naughty, that I wasn't supposed to want. I'd had a hard-on for days, but couldn't get it to go away. I'd touched myself several times but hadn't masturbated. And then one night, it happened. I orgasmed in my sleep, all without touching myself." He stopped and turned from the stove. "It was so intense, and all from inside my mind." He grabbed a large stirring spoon and turned back to the stove. "I immediately understood what masturbation was, but I've never had an orgasm as intense as that one was since."

~~

"Hello," Joy said to the middle-aged woman who greeted her, "I uh, I've never done this before, but my mom was helped out when I was a baby... and if I can help other mothers by donating my milk..."

"Oh, of course! That's a common start. What's your name?" The woman at the counter asked.

"Joy."

"Welcome Joy. Your first baby?" she asked, reaching over and gently jostling Sean's hair. "What a cutie."

"Yeah, he's our first."

"Well, the first thing is to determine whether you have enough milk to donate. Of course, if you're pumping, you'll find your milk supply grows to the demand."

"Supply doesn't seem to be a problem," Joy admitted, although saying nothing about how her supply had greatly increased with the help of her husband and his now-admitted addiction to savoring her milk. That she had grown quite addicted to orgasms from nothing more than the dual nipple stimulation from her husband and baby also wasn't mentioned.

"We encourage you to come here to pump," the woman explained after some preliminary discussion of how the milk bank worked, stepping towards a door and beckoning her to follow. "We've got several lactation rooms, where we can supply the breast pumps and milk containers. It's actually better if you do it here as we have more control of the refrigeration and storage, although many mothers will pump at home or work and then drop it off here later. That works as long as you've got refrigeration. We haven't got anyone here right now, though," she said, opening one of several doors and letting her see the comfortable chair inside, before stepping over to another room and opening it, showing an almost identical setup, except that it had a couch rather than an individual chair. "As I said, we've got several lactation rooms, and our busiest times are in the mornings before women need to go to work, and again in the evenings, right after work. Probably 3 to 6 is our busiest time, whereas those women who need milk most often come in at any time of the day."

"I've uh, been breastfeeding since my baby was born, and um, I've heard that some mothers sometimes have trouble feeding their babies and need help? My mom said I was that way, and that she had to have help from a wet nurse. I was thinking of volunteering as a wet nurse?"

"Oh, of course," the woman responded, stopping to look at Joy a little closer. "That's a pretty selfless offering. Not many mothers know they can offer such help to their fellow mothers anymore," she said, holding the door open to lead back to the entry. "Of course, in our modern society, many new mothers seem to think there is something wrong with their baby feeding from another mother's teat, but I assure you, the babies don't know any different."

"My mother told me she had problems when I was born. I was tongue-tied, and she needed a wet nurse to help for a few weeks. I know how easy it's been for me, and I got to thinking of women who have twins or triplets and how maybe they could use some help?"

The woman nodded knowingly, and Joy felt her eyes on her, not understanding why she seemed to be appraising her a bit closer. "That's not as common as one might think. How many triplets have you personally known in your life?" She paused, and when Joy began shaking her head slowly in a negative manner, she continued. "See? We hear about them and do occasionally get triplets and those mothers really can use some help, although twins are quite common. OK, so let's see. What are you, about 23?"

"Yeah. Good guess," Joy answered as she saw her note it on some form.

"Birthday?" Joy watched as she wrote this down, followed by, "Your mother is Mary?"

Joy almost answered, and then realized that she had not said anything about her mother and that the question of her age hadn't seemed so much that she was asking, as confirming. "How did you know..."

The woman smiled, nodding her head slightly, knowingly. "I was your wet nurse twenty-three years ago." She smiled. "I haven't seen you since, but there haven't been a whole lot of 23-year-old Joys that have come through the front door. I'm Carol."

Immediately, everything that her mother had told her about Carol, the woman who had been her wet nurse, whose breasts she had suckled at, and whose breasts both her mother and father had suckled at, and who had watched her mother fucking her father, came to mind. At the same time, she found herself doing a closer appraisal of the woman now questioning her.

She'd assumed that, from her mother's story, with 4-year-old twins, Carol must have been a few years older than her mother. Now at 23, the same age her mother had been when Joy was born, that would have made her maybe 27 at the time, so now Carol must be, what, maybe 50? Joy didn't think she looked nearly that old, unconsciously she would have initially appraised her at perhaps late 30s, maybe 40? She had taken good care of herself and still had quite a firm body. Her breasts, probably a B cup, sat firmly behind a form-fitting polo shirt. Despite that neither she nor her mother had large breasts, somehow thinking about a woman being a wet nurse had, in her mind, included large breasts. She'd imagined D or even double D breasts for Carol, even though Joy's own pre-pregnancy B cups had expanded to just a C cup.

"I can't believe you remembered me."

"I haven't seen you or your mother and father in years. They're still together?"

"Oh yeah, very much still together." For the first time, Joy realized, with Carol's mentioning her father, that all three of them had suckled on Carol's boobs.

The small talk, unexpectedly catching up on what her parents had been doing for the last quarter century, changed when Carol asked, "So, volunteering as a wet nurse. First time, have you got any qualms? You know the history of wet nurses in the United States was highly racial. Especially in the South, where slaves were forced to be used as wet nurses, but also in the North: Boston and Baltimore and the like. It was the wealthier white women who hired poorer women, often black women, to nurse their children. Have you got any problems with any of that... any interracial qualms?"

"No, not at all."

"Good. And all voluntary? Just wanting to help other mothers, or," Joy barely heard the hesitation in her voice as she continued, "Have you discovered the magic?"

"Magic?" Joy repeated to clarify, pausing slightly in confusion, and then blushed as she realized Carol was referring to the orgasms she'd been experiencing with both Sean and her husband stimulating both nipples at the same time.

"It doesn't happen for all of us," Carol said, bypassing the awkward need for Joy's response. "I had twins, but my God, it's magical when it happens, isn't it? Your husband?" Joy swallowed and slowly nodded, knowing that Carol had seen right through her inquiries about being a wet nurse and knowing what she really desired, having both breasts suckled at the same time. She knew without being told that Carol understood that her husband Gary had been supplying the dual stimulation so far.

"My husband never did get it, as far as he was concerned, my breasts were off limits until I... weaned everyone... and they dried up again."

"I haven't had that. When my Mom told me about what happened, I told my husband, Gary. He was a bit reluctant when I told him I needed his attention too, but I think he's the reason I have so much milk."

"That's the way your mother was, too."

"My mother? When she hired you to help?"

"No, after she hired me, of course. When we finally diagnosed you as tongue-tied, your mother's milk supply hadn't nearly developed enough to feed you. I helped feed you for several days, but it was your father who was the big help. Perhaps too much of a big help?" She giggled, smiling wryly.

"Yeah, I heard, he umm... developed a taste for milk?"

"It's more common than you would think. I take it you're interested in maybe making some extra income too?"

"Income?" Joy said, surprised at the open query, although she shouldn't have been. Truth be told, if she'd been honest with herself when she was asking about twins or triplets needing a wet nurse, she was really hoping to be able to have a second baby to feed along with Sean, at the same time. The no-clit contact orgasms she was getting from Sean and Gary's simultaneous sucking on her tits were at least once a day, but every time she fed Sean she also had an inordinate desire to have both nipples suckled, to appease the need that arose every time in her clit. That Gary had been spending more and more time suckling her tit, and drinking her milk himself, was much of the reason she now felt that she had milk to offer to others.

Later, she could look back at that moment and wonder how she didn't immediately put it together, but for the moment, she didn't understand Carol's question.

"Oh. Your mother didn't tell you. I assumed that since you were here, she must have..."

It suddenly clicked in her mind what Carol must be saying. Her mother said that Carol had told them she charged for breastfeeding, and assumed that her feeding was not for a baby and that she didn't charge for babies -- that babies she did for free. But, when her father had acquired a fetish for a mother's milk, perhaps as much as Gary now had, he had paid to suck on Carol's tits. And then it hit that her mother had admitted she, too, had sucked Carol's nipples and had drunk Carol's milk.

Joy just looked wide-eyed at Carol for a moment. Despite that, academically, she pretended not to have understood what Carol was saying, the gush of heat and wetness between her legs had confirmed that her body knew. "My mother... sold her milk?" In the back of her mind, she already knew the answer.

"Well, for the milk bank, it's all voluntary and free to needy mothers. Those who can give, do, and those who need are free to use as they need. Later, if they can, they're encouraged to pass on the benefit and volunteer milk before they wean their child. Usually, if a wet nurse is needed to travel or visit your home, a small stipend or travel expense money is recommended, but that's up to the mother and the wet nurse." She paused, obviously sizing up Joy. "But, if you're not averse to making a little money like your mother did, you can also sell your milk."

Joy nodded, not saying anything. What her mother had told her two months before came surging into her brain. She remembered that Carol had twin 4-year-old boys, that she'd started to wean them, and then found that she could make a little money on the side, making enough that she had been able to not immediately go back to work. But the comment about her mother, and her mother making money? This was something new.

"My mother?

"Hmm. You didn't know." Carol shook her head, pausing before continuing. "I can't believe I blew it so bad. I've been doing this for over twenty years now, ever since I discovered the milk bank, and never have I inadvertently exposed someone's personal information before. Can't say as I've ever had a baby come back to be a wet nurse, either."

She paused again, changing the subject. "There are many men who will pay to suckle at a woman's breast. It requires a commitment to keep our milk supply up; we all dry up if we're not providing that milk somewhere. Many of those who provide milk to the milk bank have, if not a lucrative, at least a supplemental income, feeding milk fetishists on the side."

"Sex workers," Joy stated, unconsciously putting a negative connotation on the words. While she had hoped for another baby to feed at the same time, she immediately realized it could be another man, another Gary, just like her husband.

"No, not sex workers, at least not in the traditional sense, but perhaps you can describe it as sex work. Most of the women aren't interested in having sex with other men, although some will; it's about the extra income. I've heard back about a lot of things that... happen. Some of the... volunteers... like to have sex while they're... feeding... their clients. More often, the clients like to have sex with their spouses or lovers while they're feeding."

They were both silent for a moment before she continued, "It's easy to be judgemental before you've been there, but I've gotten to where I'm just not judgmental at all. One of the good things about it is that it usually means they must keep feeding their baby at home to keep the milk supply up, and virtually all of the medical literature now indicates that mothers should keep breastfeeding for a minimum of two years. I breastfed my boys for four years, after that, it was almost impossible to keep my milk supply up"

"You... did men? Joy asked, already knowing the answer. "What made you do it?" She asked when Carol nodded, indicating she'd heard the question and was formulating an answer.

"A combination of things. We needed the money, I was going to have to go back to work, and the first time was strictly for the money. Letting some strange man suck my tit, and then letting another almost immediately after suck the other -- it didn't do much for me. But then a few days later, we needed some more money and I went back. That time, two men were waiting and when they suggested they weren't afraid to do it at the same time, well, it was virtually the same as with my twins. I'd previously discovered that when feeding both boys at the same time, I would often orgasm without even touching myself, and I did that time too, just that it was from two grown men. They virtually sucked me dry, but two hours later, I did it again with my boys."

Joy blushed, knowing that the real reason she had come in like this was that she wanted to have both nipples sucked at the same time, to experience another nipple orgasm as she had with Sean and Gary, and it was as if Carol was looking right into her mind.

"Your baby and your husband?" Joy didn't even think about the question from Carol; she just found herself nodding, unconsciously admitting she'd orgasmed when both nipples were stimulated.

"My husband never liked my milk, but with the twins, I didn't need him that way. But my nipples couldn't tell the difference between a baby and a grown man. But once I discovered non-clitoral orgasms, I couldn't get enough. Does your husband know?"

"What?" Joy responded, realizing Carol had asked a question.

"Does your husband know you're here?"

"I haven't told him."

Carol nodded knowingly. "I think most women don't before they come here the first time. I would encourage you to tell him, though. Most men don't understand to begin with; they assume that their wives are getting sex here. I won't say that doesn't happen, I know some women have gotten carried away, and I'm pretty sure it has happened a time or two. Most women end up bringing their spouses along, at least the first few times. Once they see how it works, and that their wives aren't just fucking strange men, they seem to get better with the idea of collecting milk money."

"Milk money?" Joy asked, not understanding the term.

Carol laughed. "Yeah, that's what we call it. Back when we were kids, we could buy milk at school, so every day we took a nickel or dime with us so we could buy milk -- our 'milk money'. Those of us... providing... this service for men, call it 'milk money.' Joy nodded in understanding.

"So," she started, looking around the small office, "how, um, how does this happen? You don't do it here... do you?"

"Not in this office, but yes, here in this building. Not me, though. I dried up years ago." Carol looked at Joy momentarily, appraising whether she was still interested, and then stood. "Come with me."

Joy stood and followed her. Stepping back into the foyer, they again went through the attached door and into the hall of lactation rooms. Stepping to the end of the short hallway, when they turned the corner, there was another door, this time locked with a combination keypad. Opening that door, beyond were three additional doors, this time with keypad locks on each. Touching a combination on the first, the door swung open to show a large couch and an apparent privacy dressing barricade.

"Let's be honest, what we're talking about is a fetish, and everyone's fetish desires are different. Some men want to suck your tits dressed in a business suit. Others want to dress up in a diaper and be treated like a baby," she said, indicating the privacy barricade, "even have you baby talk to them. Some want you to just get topless and have your boobs available, others want to have you dressed and allow them to take your breasts out of your bra and shirt. Others want to get naked while you remain clothed. The one thing they all want is to suck your tits and drink your milk."

Stepping back to the door, she stepped across to the opposite door and opened it to a room that this time included a double bed. "You've gotta admit, two men take up a whole lot more space than is commonly available on a couch. The bed allows you to do what they, and you, want."

"But not sex?" Joy asked, remembering the previous advisement.

"That's up to you, although we ask that our mothers, if they decide they are going to, provide sex to others, they not do that here. If they want to do that elsewhere, we have no control over that." Carol answered.

"With others?" Joy asked, having picked up on her modifier.

Carol nodded, pausing for a moment, thinking, before she answered. "Feeding grown men... and women... from your breasts is a fetish. It's not for everyone, but then, there are a lot of... sex practices that are not for everyone. Some women will get totally naked and masturbate while they're doing this, while others barely even expose their breasts. Some women bring their husbands or boyfriends along and have sex with them while anonymous men are sucking on their nipples." She paused, letting what she'd said sink in.

"And it's not just the women. Some of the clients will get naked and jack off while sucking on your tits, and some of them bring their wives or lovers along to do it for them. And, some of those women will also... enjoy the mother's milk from the source. Other men want a blow job at the same time. To each their own fantasy. Very few of the volunteers will meet with men and have sex with them elsewhere, although, as I said before, I can't say it hasn't happened."

"You've seen that?"

"I've seen all of that. I sold my milk for almost 6 years before I quit."

"SIX years? I thought you said you fed your boys until they were four?"

"I did. My daughter was almost two when we conceived the boys, but I weaned her almost immediately once the boys were born. I started selling milk almost immediately, and although I weaned the boys by the time they were four, I continued here for another two years. Usually, I would pump in the mornings, and then sell it in the afternoons and evenings."

"You continued for two years after your boys were done?" Carol's nod confirmed the arithmetic. "So why'd you stop?"

"Life needed me. My family needed me. All my kids were in school by then, and we had an opening for a director, and they asked me if I'd consider. I took it as a "normal" job, and gave up what I'd been doing for more time with my family."

"Is it always two men at a time?" Joy asked.

"Oh no, usually it's only one at a time." As if reading her mind, Carol stopped and looked over at her. "It's not unusual for mothers to bring their baby along and feed them at the same time when there is only one customer."

"How, um... How do uh, the men make arrangements?" Joy asked, wondering as she did how she was going to tell Gary that she wanted to do this. She didn't realize that she hadn't really admitted to herself that she did want to do this; she just suddenly found herself thinking about how she was going to approach Gary.

Carol nodded, "Good question," she said, stepping back outside the second room and turning to the third door. Once again, she opened the door with the keypad. The door swung open, revealing a currently unoccupied room. "This is the Kama Sutra."

"The Sex Club?" Joy gasped, recognizing the name of the reputed sex club. From her vantage point, the nearly dark room appeared virtually the same as any bar. The long counter, in front of the bartender, had multiple stools; in the room itself were standing tables, and multiple booths around the walls. A door with hanging beads had a sign beside it reading "staff only," while a similar door on another wall showed a hallway beyond with openings for multiple rooms. A third door led to stairs, going both up to the second floor and down, presumably to a basement. Carol nodded, stepping inside the room and letting the door swing shut behind them.

"Mostly it's by word of mouth," Carol said, "Any fetish, perhaps a milk fetish more than others, draws antagonistic reprisals from so-called 'straights'. It seems funny, here in a club where virtually anything sexual goes on, that those desiring to suck a lactating tit are frowned upon. As such," she pointed back to the door, which Joy now realized was unmarked and nondescript except for the keypad and a small sign that said "room MM," "the only people who go through this door have applied and been granted the key code."

"Room MM?" Joy said, wondering aloud at the meaning, without realizing that it had a special meaning.

"MM. For Mother's Milk," Carol giggled. "Back in the old days, it was a paper sign-up sheet, both for the volunteer mothers and the men. It all had to be put together by hand. Now, if you want to do this, you and they can sign up online."

"I have to put my name?"

"Oh no, not your real name, you keep that to yourself. Everyone assumes a screen name; it's all totally anonymous. Only if you meet with a customer elsewhere will they ever put your face to your screen name, and then only if you should ever divulge it in real life would they ever get a chance to know your real name."

"That happens? Meeting... customers?"

Carol shrugged. "When you least expect it." Something in the way she said it told Joy it had happened to her.

"It happened to you?" she queried. Carol nodded.

"A friend of mine got married. A nice Catholic wedding. I didn't notice at the wedding itself, but at the after-wedding party, I suddenly found one of my customers looking at me, realizing it was me."

"You didn't recognize him before then?"

Carol smiled wryly, "Can't say as I'd ever seen him with clothes on. He was a masturbator. He was always naked, always jacked off while sucking on my tits, and I can't say as I'd ever seen him in clothes before -- especially not clerical garb." She paused a moment before adding, "He was the Catholic Priest."

"Oh My God! Did he out you?"

"Who would have outed whom? I think he had more to lose than I did. No, he never said a thing."

~

"Gary?"

"What, babe?" Gary answered, sliding his hands around his naked wife, his fingers finding her nipples and squeezing -- spurts of milk being flushed away by the shower.

"I'm going to start giving my milk at the milk bank."

"What?" he giggled, again squeezing Joy's nipples, milk again spurting in tiny streams onto the wall of the shower. Reaching behind her, she found his cock and squeezed. "You're going to give away my reward for making you a mother?" Spinning her in his arms, she looked up into his face. He bent a little and kissed her, and then pulled away, lowering his mouth to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. Much harder than what Sean would suck, she immediately felt a gush of wetness in her pussy. By the time he shifted to her other breast, she was more than ready to take him inside.

Raising one leg to wrap around his, she moved forward, Gary bending his legs and lifting up inside her. Moving her backward, he pushed her against the wall, straightening his legs, and lifted her off the floor. Once more, his mouth bent to her breast, suckling, as his hips pivoted him up and into her.

The feel of her husband's tongue on her breast tingled in her clit and felt good, but at the same time, she knew that this time, he wasn't going to get her off. Moments later, she felt him surge deeply in her, his cock throbbing, his orgasm finishing, the flood of warm fluid filling her womb, the thought floating through her mind that she was glad she was back on the pill. She also knew that if she woke him tonight while feeding Sean, he would probably gladly suck her breasts again, but she knew that with this orgasm, he was no longer sexually charged for this evening.

"I'm also going to volunteer as a wet nurse," she told him later that evening after they were in bed. She was cuddled to his side, something she'd not been able to comfortably do the last few months before Sean was born. Although she hadn't been able to comfortably cuddle for long, it hadn't kept her from moving from there into straddling her husband and fucking him when her belly had been so big that he couldn't even easily get into her from in front. Many was the morning that she'd pushed her naked bottom back into her husband, with him then slipping into her from behind with his arm wrapped up and over her big belly or fondling her larger breasts. He'd always been careful when doing that to make sure she also came, either from their fucking or his fondling of her clit. He'd always been so helpful that way.

"A wet nurse? For babies?"

"If they need it."

"Why would babies need you to feed them?" Gary asked after a few moments.

"Lots of reasons. My mom had trouble with me, and it turned out I was allergic to formula, so I had to have breast milk. Mothers of twins or triplets have to feed multiple babies and, a lot of times, they just can't do it on their own. Most of the time, I could easily feed another baby along with Sean."

"Ah," Gary said, understanding tweaking his mind. "Feeding another baby along with Sean, or at the same time as Sean?"

"Oh baby," she answered, "If I could feed two babies at the same time, I think I'd orgasm every time."

Gary didn't say anything for a few moments. "So, you are going to give away my reward for making you a mommy?" It wasn't the first time he'd said that.

She didn't answer immediately, finally deciding to just go for it. "What would you think about me selling it?"

"Selling it?" he asked, slightly confused. "Your milk? I thought you gave it away," Gary said to her confirming nod.

"I would give it away. To babies."

"Then who would you sell it to?"

"Men."

"What?" Gary's instant response was as she had expected. She slowly explained, telling more about Carol, but not yet telling how her mom had done the same. "And, it would be a good supplemental income. I wouldn't have to go back to work just yet."

"No way."

Joy had never been in an "edict" relationship with Gary, either giving or receiving, and for him to now adamantly put a "no" out there to her didn't necessarily mean "absolutely not." She understood he hadn't had a chance to think about this as she had.

"So, you want to have sex with other men?" He stated several minutes later, after she had pleaded her case.

"No, baby. I don't want sex with anyone but you, but why do you think I've been waking you up so many times in the middle of the night? When Sean is feeding... and you suck my other side... Oh my God. I find myself just... craving... what you alone can't do for me. "

"No. You, alone with two strange men? How do I know they won't try to have sex with you, try to rape you?"

"It's not like that, Carol says it's a fetish. Many of them dress up in a large diaper and want to be treated like a baby. Some of them bring their wives with them and sometimes have sex with their wives while they're feeding. Others want to do it while dressed in a business suit. And I don't have to be alone, you can be there with me."

She knew his initial no wasn't necessarily a final answer, but wisely dropped the conversation for the moment.

~~~

"I'm... I'm getting... close..." I moaned to my darling Joy. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, she evilly grinned up at me, lowered her tongue to the base, and ran it up the shaft, her hand caressing and squeezing my balls. Reaching my glans, she lifted her entire body, straddling me, and guided my cock to her welcoming snatch.

"God, I love the feel of it when you're in me," she said, leaning forward, her hands going over my shoulders to press against the bed.

"You seem to like the feel of my cock no matter where it is," I laughed.

Her breasts moved almost to my face, and I had no problem moving my face to them, finding her nipple with my mouth. Just sucking it into my mouth caused several drops of the sweet liquid to coat my lips. Sucking hard caused her to shudder, and more than mere drops to coat my tongue. "Oh Fuck, Baby," she panted, "Oh, that's so good." I rolled her nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, another dollop of mother's milk to swallow, filling my mouth. "Just once..." she crooned, her back arching, forcing her breast to my mouth. I pulled away, shifted to her other breast, and suckled her other nipple. Now her hips were rocking hard against my cock, and I felt the angle change as she drove herself to orgasm. Opening my mouth further, I sucked the entire end of her breast into my mouth, and that was all it took as she went over the top, her entire body shivering and shaking in orgasm.

I lifted and lowered my hips, forcing my cock into her hard, causing my orgasm to bubble to the surface, erupting inside my wife's pussy. Grunting, I stayed with my hips raised to have my cock in her as deeply as possible, as long as possible, before I dropped them back to the bed. My wife collapsed on top of my chest, panting.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too."

I'd heard from so many friends that their love life suffered after the birth of their kids. Ours had definitely eased off at first, but once she had forced me to realize that just because her breasts were leaking didn't mean I couldn't touch, and particularly that I couldn't suck on them, and that she wanted me to suck on them, our love life was practically back to pre-baby conditions. The taste of her milk had not been an instant turn-on for me, but over time it had grown on me.

Probably the only difference was that now, at least twice a week, I was awakened in the middle of the night by my extremely horny wife begging me to suck her "other" nipple as our baby was latched onto one side. Many times, she had what she called her "non-clitoral" or "nipple" orgasm, and then after one of us put Sean back in his crib, we invariably did it again.

The last few months before Sean was born, we had gradually moved into using alternate positions. I was pretty sure that the time that we'd conceived, Joy had been on her hands and knees, bottom extended to the end of the bed, where I took her standing from behind. There was just something about that time, how I'd gotten so deep inside her, that the timing had been perfect, and she'd been so inordinately horny. When, just a few days later, she called me at work, asked if I was ready to be a daddy, and said she'd missed her period and the EPT said she was pregnant, I just knew in my mind it had been that night, that position, that time.

I had been able to tell when she was getting close to perfect timing for getting pregnant. She never turned me down for sex, but dressing in her granny nightgown or overgrown tee shirt early in the month was a sure sign that if I wanted to get laid that night, I'd better sweet-talk her. And then as it got closer to time for her to ovulate, she'd put on her sexier nightgowns, her "I want sex" clothes, and on those nights, I never had to make too many overtures. And then the day or two before her peak, she'd be virtually insatiable. The day I'm sure I got her pregnant, I came home from work and found her naked on the couch, her vibrator rubbing around and on her clit, her fingers pinching and rolling a nipple. All she said was, "Get over here and get your cock in me. I need you now!" I did as she asked, and then we did it again after dinner, and then when we went to bed that night, I had her suck me hard before moving to the end of the bed to take her from behind. We washed up and went back to bed, only to have her squirming beside me and finally asking me to eat her to another orgasm. And somehow, in my mind, I was sure that the last time, standing at the end of the bed, was when it happened.

All through the pregnancy, she was horny. Any time, any day, morning (well, at least after the first 5 weeks as she woke up vomiting every day), noon, or night -- all I had to do was breathe softly in her ear, slip a hand around, and gently tweak her nipples (very gently after just a few months as they had grown extremely sensitive), or run a hand over the growing bulge in her belly and she was ready. Missionary became uncomfortable soon enough, and although her favorite position became a pillow under her bottom with me between her legs with a tongue on her clit, for intercourse our favorites became cowgirl with her on top, doggie style with me standing, and perhaps the favorite of both of us was from behind. Lying on her side, she'd raise one leg, opening herself and push her bottom back into me, and we'd fuck with my fingers rubbing her clit. Interestingly, as her belly grew and her body changed, her clit became more prominent, and I spent a lot of time with my tongue on it. At first she'd come home and say "I need tongue tonight," later -- she didn't even do that. I just knew. Late in the pregnancy, her nipples became easily sore if I treated them too roughly, and sensitive as well as leaking colostrum in the final few days, so they sort of de facto became off limits.

And now, the last week, since we'd visited the milk bank together, she'd been nearly as horny as she had been during the pregnancy. "Just once, what?" I questioned.

"Huh?" she whispered, her mouth coming over to suck on my ear. She breathed out; I felt the air from her nostrils tickle my earlobe as she said this.

"Just before your orgasm, you said, 'Just once..."

"It doesn't mean anything..." She turned onto her side, pushing her bottom and back up against me. I lifted my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close, feeling her melt into me, but I knew my wife better than that. Something had been on her mind as she approached orgasm.

"I think it did mean something."

She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was thinking. After a couple of minutes of silence, she said, "I don't want you to get mad."

"About what?"

"It's just a fantasy."

"Tell me, baby," I said.

"When we do it at night? When Sean's with us?"

"Yeah?"

"That's nice, and mostly I come really hard, but sometimes I think about what it would be like to have someone as big as you are, to have another man on my other breast at the same time."

I was torn.

I heard my wife confess that she wanted to have another man make love to her. I know I grew rigid against her, which she recognized as she said, "You're mad."

"You want to have sex with someone else?" I mouthed, repeating my thoughts aloud.

"Oh no, baby," she said, rolling over in my arms and putting hers around me. "I don't want sex with another man. Not at all. It's just that you're so much bigger than Sean, so much stronger in your sucking. Oh my God, Baby. When you and Sean are both sucking on my tits at the same time, it's almost an out-of-body experience. When you're touching my clit, it's so good... so good... but when it's just my nipples, even then I have this... insatiable... desire to have Sean sucking as hard as you are. And he just can't. I just... I just..." She quit talking.

"I was just thinking aloud how much stronger my orgasm would be if I had someone else sucking on my boob as hard as you do."

I might have thought I didn't like the idea, but my body said otherwise. My cock, resting against her bottom, grew harder.

~~~

"Take a seat," Carol said, after waiting for both of us to step in and she closed the door to the office behind us. "Am I right to presume that Joy has filled you in on this?"

I looked at Joy, and then back to Carol, finding them both looking at me. I nodded. "How um..." I didn't have to finish; she knew what I wanted to ask.

"It does take a bit of getting used to the idea of adults paying to suckle your wife's breasts, to essentially feed them her milk." I found my head nodding slowly. "It did for me, too."

"You do this?"

"I did this. Not anymore, I've dried up, but that's how I got into this job." She was looking right at me, not being bashful about this at all. She glanced over to Joy and then said, "You know that I was Joy's wet nurse? Her mother was in real trouble with Joy unable to breastfeed, and then with her being allergic to formula. It's unusual, but it does happen." She never broke eye contact with me as she unabashedly continued.

"I had three kids, a girl to start with, and then two years later, twin boys. I loved breastfeeding my kids. I was still feeding my daughter when the boys were born, so I had already developed my milk supply. My daughter still loved to nurse, and since I was producing more than the boys could eat at that time, I continued to allow her to nurse for quite a while, which kept my milk supply up. When I found out about the milk bank, as I weaned her off, I began pumping and supplying to the milk bank as I was still producing more than the two of them needed at that time, at least I did until I thought I was going to need to go back to work." She reached over to a water bottle and took a sip, setting it back down before continuing.

"I suppose it was about like you coming in here now; when I told the woman that I dealt with my dilemma, she asked if I'd ever considered selling my milk. She said that although the milk bank was free to mothers who needed help, there were some who were willing to buy milk. I guess I was just naïve," she giggled and smiled, "When I asked if the mothers could get it for free, why would they buy the milk?"

She told me that the bank milk was free to mothers in need, but those who bought it were free to use it in any way they wanted. "Usually," she said, "it's for men who want to be bottle-fed." We were like most young couples; we were just getting by monetarily and didn't have a lot of money, and I was going to need to go back to work quite soon. Since I was already pumping, it seemed like a great way to get a little extra money and let me stay home with my babies... and I agreed. I didn't even know whether my milk was going to the bank or to someone who bought it; she'd just give me cash the next time if it had been sold. It wasn't much, but it was a little added income."

"When the boys were two and we thought I should start weaning them, she brought me into her office and told me that although supplying bottle milk was fine, the going rate to allow others to breastfeed was four times as much. Of course, with my conservative upbringing, I thought that was practically asking if I wanted to be a whore. Although she explained that she wasn't suggesting I be an outright sex worker, it didn't include having sex for me, it was a somewhat lucrative way to help out on finances and still be around my kids. And, with weaning the boys off of me, that meant I could continue to pump for the milk bank, as well as keep myself from having to go back to work immediately."

"And then, occasionally, a problem case," she looked over to Joy as she said this, "like you and your mother, would come along, and I'd be able to help them out directly. You weren't the only baby that I was a wet nurse for over the years."

She paused for a moment and then continued. "I understand that you're another of those who have experienced the magic?" She directed this question to Joy, who nodded in reply.

I didn't understand this magic at first, and then got it as she continued. "The first time I orgasmed while both boys were feeding... Oh my God, I felt like such a perverted mother. And then it happened, again and again, and every time my milk would let down. And then when I was pumping it was one breast at a time, and so many times I wondered if I could just feed one of my boys at the same time, and orgasm, my pumping would be so much easier. It took about a month before I asked about what she had hinted at and asked how it happened."

"We didn't have the Kama Sutra club next door like we do now, so we had to make house calls."

"The Kama Sutra," I interrupted, "The sex club? It was built next door because of the milk bank?"

"Oh no, no. We actually moved into this portion of the building later; they were here first. It was one of the regular... customers, who suggested this would be beneficial to us and the club both. And he was right, we have the MM access door, but nobody is ever allowed to come through that door who hasn't been vetted."

I'd heard about the Kama Sutra club many times. Almost anything sexual that you wanted happened behind closed doors. Singles meeting up for no-strings attached sex. BDSM rooms, fetish rooms, spanking rooms, couple rooms, group rooms, and now I realized that the MM door as she had called it, the Mother's Milk door, really was a well-placed addition to what happened on the other side of that door.

"The first time I visited you and your mother, my husband was waiting outside in the car. I didn't realize you and your mother were in need; they were supposed to tell me that, but somehow didn't, so I'd brought him along," she said, again looking at Joy, "but it was both disappointing and joyous. Disappointing, as I was there and really could have used the money, but joyous as I always helped out a mother and baby in need for free."

I felt Joy looking at me and shifted my eyes to her. "If you do this," Carol said, looking back and forth between us, "it is known that you're doing it of your own free will. We don't consider you a sex worker, you should not consider yourself a sex worker, and you are not required to provide sex, offer sex, or put up with any solicitation of sex from a customer. It may happen, it has happened, but if anything ever occurs that you don't want, that customer is forever banned, so it's very unusual. Understand?"

I nodded, again shifting my eyes to Joy and finding her head also nodding in agreement. "For the most part, customers are men, but we also have women. We have more single men than anything. Some really are single. I don't have the statistics, we don't ask, but most I think are married and feeding their fetish. Probably next are the couples, sometimes both participating with you, sometimes the couple having sex while he's suckling your breast or something similar, sometimes the woman just watching. Have you got a problem with that? A man having sex with his wife, or I guess we say 'significant other' these days, while sucking on your nipples?" I looked over, finding Joy's head nodding, and a slight flush on her face.

"You're never required to get naked or allow them to touch anything except your breasts. Most of the time, the women will just take their tops off, just like you do with your babies at home. Some men like to have you dressed so they can uncover your breasts. Some men like nursing bras where they can peel down one flap at a time; most don't care, they just want to suck your nipples and drink your milk. Some like to dress in diapers and pretend to be a baby, others will be in a business suit, and everything in between. Probably the most common position is with the man holding your breast as if it's a bottle and feeding it into his mouth."

"We had the lactation rooms for just pumping and donating, as well as the... other lactation rooms, specially designed when we moved into this building. With the special lactation rooms that I showed you the other day, we think it's a safer and more friendly environment. We always have someone here when those rooms are in use. We no longer need to make house calls, although you're certainly welcome to make those arrangements yourself if you wish. If you want your husband present," she said, moving her gaze back to me, "that is certainly not uncommon. Each room is equipped with hidden emergency call buttons, although in all my years, we've never had anyone press one. Although we have, on at least one occasion, had a man asked to leave and banned from ever coming again when he... got handsy... with a donor. The men are almost always very well-behaved and, for the most part, want to be treated like a baby."

"I'll be blunt. It's not unusual for couples to get amorous in a session. You may see nudity, blow jobs, fucking, fingering, and masturbation. Just like next door in the Kama Sutra, nothing between consenting adults is expressly prohibited, here, except that you're not selling sex." She again looked back and forth between us. I again shifted my eyes to Joy, her head still bobbing in understanding.

"However, although as we said, you are not providing sex to the customers. If you want to get naked, you can. If you want to masturbate while they're feeding, you can. If you want your husband to join you and have sex at the same time, you can. And, if you want to get together with them for sexual purposes elsewhere, that's up to you. Although we don't recommend it, there is nothing to prevent it. We just ask that you not do it here. You can masturbate yourself; they should not masturbate you."

"For the physical aspect, if you're not lactating, there isn't much demand for you, here." She smiled wryly, "At least not here, here. "Here" on the other side of the MM door, that's up to you. What it means for you now, you will need to either continue breastfeeding or pumping, continually. Every day. There are no days off for mothers, so any day you're not participating here, you'll need to be pumping. Of course, that's good for the milk bank, but you can't pump for us and provide for sale at the same time, but you may need to do both, every day. Just like with your kids, you need to feed them multiple times a day, so that allows you to be here as often as you need." She looked back and forth between us, "Any questions?"

"I've got to be here, every day?" Joy asked.

"Oh no. No. Just that if you don't come in to pump or to participate in selling, then you need to feed your son or pump at home. Do you do that?"

Joy's head bobbed in affirmation. "Whenever I leave him with mom, I pump beforehand and she feeds him with a bottle."

"Uh, what... um, is the cost?" I asked.

"Ah. Good question. For Joy, nothing. We provide the facilities. It used to be that if we sold milk out the door, we shared that money with the mothers, but now if a mother comes in and is in need, it's free. If someone comes in and wants to purchase it, that's supplementing our budget, but the cost for... being a grown-up baby?" she laughed, "isn't free. The going rate for a single customer is $125. The milk bank gets a $25 arrangement fee, and you get $100. A couple that books together pays $225 if they both participate; and again the bank keeps a $25 arrangement fee."

"So if a mother comes in and says she's in need?"

"Free. No questions asked."

"And what if she's... procuring it for..." I didn't finish.

"You can tell. The first time a mother comes in, they're usually desperate and when they find out we're providing a solution, they almost always break into tears. I don't know as I've ever had a mother asking for milk that wasn't for her baby. We also have men who stop by to pick it up for their wife, or sometimes just the baby." She sighed, a look of pain crossing her face. "Sometimes, childbirth can be fatal, or... shit happens."

"But for selling milk, most of the time, it's single men. In prime times, there are often more men wanting to participate than there are mothers available, so if you're not averse to handling two men at once, and the men don't mind each other, that's twice as much for you. Most women require multiple hours to rebuild their milk after a session, just like feeding a baby at home, so if you're up for multiple sessions a day, you can. It's difficult for most women to do more than two. The most common times of request are afternoons and evenings, but especially on weekends, when people are off work, it's not unheard of for a morning session and then an evening session, but like I said, that's up to you. We had one woman who regularly provided services three times a day on weekends, every evening during the week, and was also a huge supplier to the milk bank during the week. You can work the numbers out for yourself, but if you had just a single, two times a day, five to seven days a week, you could be bringing home a lot."

"Let's see, what have I forgotten? Anything?" She paused, obviously thinking. "Oh yes, you also may notice your milk increasing with time. Men have a tendency to suck a breast dry and then keep sucking, which stimulates our milk production."

"Do they get both...?" I asked.

"Oh, good question. Yes, essentially, they're paying for your wife's milk, so if they suck one breast dry, they can move to the other breast. Just like a baby. But, when you do two men at once, or the occasional couple, obviously your tits are going run dry faster."

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