Before My First Real Job Ch. 01

I obviously don’t share it with anyone, but I was breastfed well into adulthood. I know people might think it wasn’t my fault and instead blame my parents, but truthfully, I did some pretty stupid shit to keep it up.

Mom put her foot down and stopped nursing me as soon as I was eighteen, she said only boys get nursed and I was a man now. But after a lifetime of breastmilk being the only sustenance I knew, it was all I craved, it was all my body would accept. I found swallowing food difficult, and even when I finally got something down, my body would reject it and throw it back up.

The first month being off breastmilk so suddenly was unbearable. Naturally, I did the only sane thing anyone in my shoes would have done: found another woman that was nursing and paid her to feed me.

She wasn’t the crazy cat lady. She had zero cats and two kids instead, a newborn and a ten year-old (neither I believe were planned). Everything else screamed crazy cat lady. Despite her probably being in her mid-thirties at the time, her house looked like a grannies home. Brown corduroy couches, pink throw pillows with gold tassels on it. All of it.

Her clothing might have been hand-me-downs from her mother. She always wore pantyhose and a thick, long skirt that came down below her knees. A blouse, with either a shawl or some sort of overshirt or jacket was all I ever saw her wear. And not fashionable shirts and coats, they were corduroys, paisley’s, and polka dots, like from the 1970’s and 80’s.

She wasn’t ugly or anything of the sort. She just did everything wrong if she was trying to look pretty. She had auburn, almost red, hair that she kept relatively short, above the shoulders, and probably never really maintained, it was always curling all over the place. She wore these large, thick, aviator shaped glasses, and had a horse’s mouth with large yellowing teeth.

Even her name sounded old timey, like a school librarian: Elizabeth. Not Liz, or Lisa, or even Beth. Elizabeth.

Honestly though, I think I liked her.

She lived just down the street and was friends with my mom. Despite being a single mom of two kids, Elizabeth was getting her MBA and desperate for cash. Between her day job and night schooling, her kids were rarely around, I think they spent most of their time at the grandparents, daycare, and babysitters, which didn’t help her cash situation.

I knew what I was asking her could get me in real shit, I didn’t want word of my breastfeeding getting out and Mom always kept it secret. Mom also made it clear what would happen to me if I tried exactly something like this, she knew how I thought.

So we shared a mutual desire to keep things secret. She was getting her MBA and I was trying to start a career in business administration, so I told Mom that Elizabeth was tutoring me. The story fit, Mom knew Elizabeth needed cash and was happy I was getting special lessons. I thought I was in the clear and had outsmarted my mother.

I had no idea what I was in for. For the rest of my damn life.

Everything started off so well. Elizabeth had originally proposed bottling her milk for me to drink on my own, like she was already doing with her baby. After pleading and explaining that I just wasn’t capable of consuming anything that didn’t come directly from a nipple (and offering to pay her more), we agreed to three feedings a day. Not a lot, I know, but I’ve always been pretty small and slim, and she actually had pretty large breasts that sure produced.

Despite having large breasts, that was probably the only attractive thing about her. I use the word ‘attractive’ generously. They were veiny, and she had huge, unsymmetrical, dark areolas. Her nipples would inflate incredibly when she was feeding, to the size of a child’s thumb. I was undecided on whether that was attractive or not, but I loved it.

Breasts weren’t the only large part of her. Everything was large. Large hips. Large ass. Large hands and feet. Her hair always curling uncontrollably made her head look large and she had some extra pounds around the arms and legs. Not that she was terribly large or overweight, just big-boned I guess, most of it was probably muscle from carrying children around. She was a good half a foot taller than me, too.

She outsized me terribly. I wasn’t intimidated by her at all though, she was still just a sweet lady and even with my petite size I was sure I could overpower her if ever needed. And really, why would I ever need to?

Overall, the way she was shaped, it sounds so mean, but I couldn’t help but be reminded of Big Bird. Contrary to that, she was sexy in her own way. Everything was curved and shaped well. She had a sweet voice and was oddly playful.

We would talk, turned out we liked similar shows and agreed on things like politics and religion. I know you might find it hard to understand in this situation, but I felt we were growing into friends. Or maybe even something else, I don’t know. I needed the breastmilk to survive, but if I’m being completely honest, I got a thrill from nursing. I got to suck on huge tits all throughout the day, everyday. Maybe Elizabeth secretly enjoyed it too and our sessions were more like a private fetish between lovers than like a baby being fed.

We started very mechanical in our process: she would lay a towel down over her lap for me to rest my head on, ask me to keep my eyes closed, and I’d do my business. Elizabeth would pinch her nipple into my mouth and I would latch on greedily. Her nipple would inflate heavily and I could suck out a mouthful at a time. Once her first large breast was empty she would switch to her other breast and I would drain that one too. Nursing from Elizabeth’s large breasts was much different than nursing with Mom. Milk would gush out of her puffy nipples in such volume, it would trickle out of my mouth and I frequently made a mess. Elizabeth was okay with letting me lap it up afterwards before wiping my face with the towel.

After some time as we got more comfortable with each other, she would put her arm around me occasionally, even run her fingers through my hair. I enjoyed it, our sessions didn’t last more than ten minutes but I could have spent an eternity on her lap sucking on her breasts, even if there wasn’t any milk coming out. I had grown to adore how large her nipples would get while feeding me. Nursing with Elizabeth was very enjoyable, Mom would always be reading a book or watching TV and not paying me much attention, but Elizabeth was always affectionate.

At least she was for a while when we started. She seemed to grow more motherly, and in the odd times I’d be around when her oldest child was, I realized the way she talked to me was very similar.