Sister Lactacia

Of all the things Kyle had expected to see when he got home the babysitter with her shirt off pumping breast milk wasn't one of them. Feelings, thoughts came at him jumbled like a dodgeball back in gym class. There was shock at seeing it. There was embarrassment at seeing it. There was arousal at seeing it. There was shame for feeling aroused by seeing it. The strange pang of jealousy that someone else had been with her. Where had that come from?

His younger brother Ian had been born during his freshman year of high school. Gabby had been brought on as Ian's babysitter a few years later and had become a fixture around the house. Not that Kyle saw much of her as he had started college. All he knew was that she was two grades ahead of him, had a husky voice, short dark hair, a cute round face, and was fun to be around. Oh, and he knew she had the largest pair of tits he had ever seen in his life. Tits that tended to be covered up by a sweater when his parents were around but on display in a tank top when he was home and they were not.

Looking up from her 'work' and waved him over. He blushed at being caught but she didn't seem mad so maybe she hadn't realized what he was looking at. If that were the case, he'd better not make her suspicious. He strolled over and sat down next to her on the couch where she indicated.

"Hey, Big Boy, when'd you get here?"

"Just now," he said quickly. Too quickly?

"Ian's down for a nap so I figured I'd get some pumping done."

"I didn't even know you were... that is... that you are..."

"Pregnant?"

"Yeah, that."

She chuckled.

"I'm not. It's a side effect to medicine I'm taking. It's causing me to lactate like crazy. This is the sixth bottle I've filled tonight."

"Is that a lot? I'm a guy, I don't know a lot about this stuff."

"I've got a minifridge full in my apartment. Your parents are letting me keep some bottles in the spare fridge in your garage."

"Wow, what are you going to do with it all?"

She sat the last bottle down on the coffee table and began looking through a bag for a lid.

"Most of it I'm donating to the hospital for the babies stuck there."

"Oh, that's nice of you. What about the rest?"

She gave him a mischievous smile.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Tell me."

"I'm selling it online."

"What?"

He had clearly misheard, misunderstood, something.

"There are a lot of pervy guys who want to drink a woman's milk. They'll pay through the nose for it."

"Why?"

"Breast fixation, mostly. A mommy thing, obviously. Some have even offered double my normal fee if they can get it straight from the tap."

"The tap?"

She gave him a 'duh' look and fingered her still exposed nipple.

"O... oh."

"I turn them down of course. I'm not gonna trust some weirdo online. Besides, if I ever did that with anyone it would have to be with someone special."

"Special?"

"Well, yeah, it's a very intimate act after all. You can't do that with just anyone. It needs to be with a Big Boy I want to be everything to. The guy I want to hold close, comfort, tease, someone I want to truly know. In the regular and biblical sense."

Why was he getting hard listening to this?

"Whew, got a little carried away there. I probably got you all thirsty with all this talk about milk, huh? Go ahead, take a drink."

"What?"

She gestured to the bottle on the table.

"Go ahead, take a drink."

"I couldn't do that!"

"Why not? Scared? Are you a big chicken? Go on, I dare you."

Kyle snatched the bottle and chugged it. It was the warmest, richest, creamiest thing he had ever tasted. It was delicious. Gabby just stared at him wide-eyed before busting out laughing.

"Dude, I was joking!"

He blushed hard and looked at the floor.

"Besides, I said take a drink not down the whole thing!"

She kept laughing but slapped him on the back.

"Dude, you're hilarious. I'm having a Halloween party this Saturday, you should come."

"Maybe I will," he said, finally regaining his composure and laughing a little himself.

Kyle tossed and turned all night. He would fall asleep but wake after an hour. His mind was plagued by weird dreams. All of them seemed to involve Gabby, her breasts, and her delicious milk. His mouth was so dry. Why was he so damn thirsty all of a sudden?

"Fuck it."

He climbed out of bed and crept down to the garage.

He opened the fridge.

Right there, just as she had said, were four bottles of Gabby's breast milk.

Did he dare?

His mouth was so dry.

Kyle arrived at the party with a churning in his stomach. He told himself it was nerves over the Robin Hood costume he had chosen to wear. Yeah, that was it. He stepped into the apartment and immediately felt out of place. He knew no one here. They were all upperclassman and seemed so confident. He just felt so... lost.

"There you are, Big Boy!"

He let out a sigh of relief at the sound of Gabby's voice. At least he knew her. Then he saw her and stopped breathing. Gabby was a nun, the naughtiest nun he had ever seen in his life. A latex habit and white collar framed her face. A black latex bodysuit showed off her massive tits. The nipples were so close to peaking out of her neckline. Black fishnets encased her meaty thighs.

"Welcome to my home."

"Gabby?"

"Not tonight. Tonight, I am Sister Lactacia."

She let the name roll off her tongue. Kyle could have sworn he felt it roll onto his tights and trigger an erection.

"You look... amazing."

"Awe, thank you."

She pulled him into a big hug, pressing her bigger breasts into him. His face was on fire.

"I've got to mingle with some of my guests but don't worry I'm planning on having some quality alone time with you, Big Boy."

She gave him a playful wink and headed into the crowd.

He spent the next hour just kinda wandering around wondering what to do, who to talk to. Every so often Gabby would pass by and smile at him. The first time the spot they were in was crowded she had to scoot between him and another person, her ass rubbing his crotch as she did so. The second time was by the punch bowl where she was serving the non-drinkers in the group. She kept bending down giving him a better view of her tits. The last time she dragged him over to introduce him to her friends and wrapped her arms around him from the side as she spoke. He swore he felt her rub his ass through his tights.

After what felt like an eternity the party started to die down, and everyone started heading home. Kyle had been sitting on the couch when Gabby grabbed him by the hand and dragged him into her room. A little minifridge, travel size, sat on the bedside table. Kyle gulped when he saw it. His mouth was so dry.

"God, I thought they'd never leave."

She plopped down on the bed giving him an excellent view of her sexy body. She pulled off her shoes and tossed them off the side of the bed. Kyle had no idea what to do so he just stood there like an idiot.

"Lay down."

"What?"

She patted the bed in between her legs. All Kyle could do was stutter.

"Don't keep me waiting, Big Boy."

Fuck, when was he ever going to get another chance like this. He climbed onto the bed and turned around to lower himself into place. She wrapped her legs around and pulled him down so his was near her belly and her thighs cupped his head as they pinned him in place.

"Gabby!"

She put her arms behind her head and let out a contented sigh.

"Now this is how life should be: just me and my boy all cozy in bed."

"Your boy? Since when am I your boy?"

"You became mine the moment you accepted my dare. Speaking of which: thirsty?"

"C... come again?"

She reached over and pulled a little bottle out of the fridge.

"Gabby."

"Sister Lactacia."

"Please."

"It's not like your above it."

Shit.

"You've been a bad boy, Kyle."

"Ex... excuse me?"

"I think it's time for Sister Lactacia to take your confession."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

She tightened her thighs around his neck. It didn't hurt but was worrying.

"I checked your garage fridge this morning."

His lungs stopped. His blood turned cold. His heart went into overdrive. None of it was from her legs.

"You... you did?"

"Yep. One of my bottles was missing," she said in a sing-song voice. "Did Little Kyle get thirsty in the middle of the night?"

"I... I don't know..."

She tightened her legs again. It still didn't hurt but the pressure was getting uncomfortable.

"It's wrong to lie to a nun."

"You're not..."

This time the pressure change was painful.

"Gabby," he sputtered.

"Tell Sister the truth. Did you drink my breast milk last night?"

He couldn't bring himself to speak, so he just nodded. She lessened her grip but only back to the first stage. He still couldn't move.

"That was very naughty of you, Kyle. I wanted to watch you drink it."

"I'm sorry wait, what?"

"I wanted to watch my Big Boy drink my milk for me."

"I... uh..."

"You're gonna have to make it up to me. Luckily for me I've got a fridge full of milk, you trapped in my bed, and nowhere either of us have to go all night."

He opened his mouth to argue so she put the bottle in his mouth, forcing him to drink. A tent formed in the front of his tights. This did not go unnoticed. Gabby placed her feet on either side of it and began to rub.

Kyle was a whimpering mess. The fridge was empty and he was hard as a rock. A painful rock ready to explode. Gabby knew how to use her fucking feet, however. She was able to take him to the edge before easing him back down. It was maddening.

"Want some more milk?" she asked.

"All gone," he managed to say.

Her finger entered his mouth. Her finger with warm, fresh milk on it.

"Oh no, I've got a full tap just waiting for you to drink."

"Can... can I cum first?"

"Do you want to fuck me, Kyle? Do you want me to fuck you, Kyle? Do you want to surrender to Sister Lactacia for some hands-on worshipping?"

"Yes!"

She unwrapped her legs and pushed him down onto the bed as she climbed over him and straddled the prone boy. She rolled down his tights so his dick shot free.

"I've been waiting for this from the moment we met. I'm going to take you now Kyle. I'm really going to make you, my boy. This won't be mere sex. We're going to make love Kyle. I won't stop till you're totally devoted to me."

She slipped him inside her and began her ride. Kyle had never felt anything like it. She was a goddess, a sex goddess. Gabby pulled Kyle into a seated position and her own costume down so her tits could pop free. She pressed his face into her tit, filling his mouth with her nipple. She was pleased when he immediately began sucking. The milk flowed fast and strong.

"That's it, Baby! Drink! Drink!!"

Kyle became lost in all the sensations until finally the most powerful orgasm of his life ripped through his body leaving him weak, full, and content. As full as he was he couldn't stop sucking. He loved the way she felt and tasted too much.

"Awe, is my little Kyle sleepy?"

"Uh huh."

"I bet you wish you could stop sucking so you could sleep."

"Uh huh."

"I can help you with that. Do you want me to?"

"Uh huh."

"Well then just close your eyes."

He did.

"Just listen to my voice. Isn't it just soothing? So relaxing? It just sounds right, doesn't it?"

"Uh huh."

"Just doing what it tells you just feels so safe, so easy, so wonderful."

"Uh huh."

"I'm so wonderful, so beautiful, so perfect. You just want to be with me, don't you. All the time. You want nothing more out of life than to be with me. You want me to keep you here with me, don't you."

"Uh... huh," he said weakly.

"You will never leave my care. You don't need school. You don't need friends. You don't need family. All you need is to serve your Gabby for the rest of your life."

"Uh... huh."

"Good boy, then sleep. Sleep deep. When you wake you will be my little love slave and nothing more. Forever."

Kyle fell asleep. His old fell away as he snoozed and his true life began. Gabby stroked his hair.

"Just try to escape my love now. Go on, I dare you."