GITJ Tangent Story: "Mommies Beyond Measure, p4-6" by AgeOfTheGiantess

Mommies Beyond Measure

              by AgeOfTheGiantess

Part 4: The 1st Date

We made plans to meet up on this beautiful sunny Sunday around noon. She had plans later in the day so she said a quick smoothie and a walk around the park would be ideal. 

I had changed outfits 4 times and (per her text) gotten there a full 30 minutes early. Strangely, the smoothie place (BOOMFood™) wouldn’t let me enter until Eva got there. With so many new female empowerment businesses in this neighborhood, it wasn’t super uncommon for business to be geared more exclusively towards women. But this was certainly the first time I’d been denied entrance to a place of business. The times, man… they are a changin’ haha. 

So I waited outside, standing on the sidewalk, and tried to look casual. Gosh, why was I so nervous? And why did I have a sudden urge to stream MSIT to my phone? I admittedly had a hard time tearing myself away from the “cooking” show on the network this morning, with that chesty host. I was nervous for this date, and for some reason, the MSIT shows soothed me.

Deciding to stifle that particular urge, there was nothing to do but wait. Twenty minutes and some aimless insta-scrolling later, Eva showed up. Wow. She was wearing a flowy sort of knee-length maxi dress. The thin fabric was a wild blend of colors and textures, blues and greens and yellows woven together seamlessly. The outfit looked like it belonged on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean, but it undoubtedly looked fantastic on her. The thin woven straps supported her prodigious bosom, showing off acres of creamy cleavage. A simple silver necklace with a teardrop aquamarine jewel dangled gracefully around her neck, the jewel nestled between her topmost swells.  Her dark hair was down and wavy, and seemed much bigger than I remembered. Had she worn her hair back the night we met? Somehow I couldn’t remember. An oversized ivory purse hung effortlessly off her bare shoulder.

Eva was absolutely glowing. Her coquettish smile made my heart flutter.

“Howdy, Sailor. Buy a girl a drink?” 

“Haha, sure. What is this place? They wouldn’t let me in.”

She explained the business model as a sort of woman-owned co-op as we made our way inside. “They’re popping up all over the place, I’m surprised you haven’t seen one before. No ex-girlfriends brought you here?” The place was filled with an almost exclusively female clientele, although there were a few couples scattered throughout. Whoah. These health smoothies were certainly doing the ladies good, they all looked so strong and radiant! 

Eva apparently knew the woman behind the counter and ordered for both of us without even asking me. I barely had time to look at the menu before I pulled out my credit card and paid for both our drinks. As she was pulling me by the hand towards the outdoor patio seating, I caught a sign that said “Now partnered with Big Body Gym. Check out our numerous other franchise locations!” on our way towards the door.

While we waited for our smoothies, we made the normal small talk. She did her undergraduate at Bryn Mawr, double majoring in Women’s Studies and Psychology. She got her masters from Westhall, and was working as a Clinical Therapist at the Empowerment Counseling Collective (or ECC as it was abbreviated by locals) in the big new facility on the northside of town. She had just purchased a new condo in the bougie, historic part of town. She casually mentioned that the condo complex was geared towards “like-minded career women like herself.”

I’m not sure I said anything at all while we waited. She didn’t ask and I was only too happy to listen to her speak. I soon found myself hanging on every word! Something about the husky timbre of her voice made it sound like it was coming from inside my head.

Our conversation was interrupted when the leggy waitress dropped off our smoothies. Damn, I couldn’t believe they let her wear those shorts at work! Eva smiled appreciatively and thanked our server. While they were chatting, I took the opportunity to steal a glance at Eva’s cleavage, and the blue gem nestled between her tits. I had only intended to sneak a peek, but found my gaze held there. I felt so warm and comfortable, watching her necklace catch the sun. I didn’t even realize that the waitress had left. Eva, for her part, seemed content to allow this indulgence. 

A giggle from a nearby table brought me back to reality. Glancing over I saw a gaggle of college girls (students at nearby Lumina Tech according to the letters stretched obscenely across the redhead’s university shirt) burst into a fit of giggles. Were they laughing at us? They certainly seemed to be looking in this direction. Eva just smiled indulgently as she took a sip of her smoothie. 

Damn, her smoothie was huge. It reminded me of one of those convenience-store JumboGulps. Her drink was a radiant shade of sunset orangey-pink with condensation already forming on the outside of the clear, overly-large plastic cup. My beverage, in contrast, was smaller and looked more like a vanilla milkshake than a proper fruit smoothie, with a thick deeply rose-colored straw aimed towards me.

“So, uhhh… what did we order?” I asked sheepishly.

Her cheerful smile (once again) made my stomach do somersaults. “Well, I got a PeachyKeen. It’s supposed to have lots of vitamins to boost vitality and intuition.” She nodded toward my beverage. “And that’s not on the menu. They just added a bunch of new stuff but the menu options for guys are fairly limited. Hannah made it special for you, she said it tastes like a pina colada and should improve your attention and focus.”

Taking a small test sip, I was pleasantly surprised by the tropical flavor, although I had correctly assumed that the consistency was more milkshake than proper smoothie.

“Let’s take these drinks to go.” She glanced over at the girls (still giggling) at the table behind us with a smug look. “I want to walk around the park.”

The next hour or so was spent strolling through the adjacent park drinking our smoothies. It was a beautiful day and I was once again held in rapt attention by Eva’s melodic voice.  I found myself sucking from my straw in an enthusiastic daze as I watched her chest jiggle with each step. She was talking about work and her new condo complex, and I nodded along while slurping at the last remnants of my drink.

“So, what do you do for fun?” I asked during a lull, not wanting her to stop talking.

She smiled ruefully. “Well, it's kind of silly, but I recently started composing soundscapes.”

“So, you’re like a musician?” Damn, beauty and talent. This chick really had it all.

“Ha, I don’t know if I’d take it that far. Although I am finally putting all those piano lessons to use.” She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “I always hated piano lessons, but my mom made me go. What I do now is more of a professional hobby than actual music. It’s like, meditation sounds. Soothing melodies or whatever, I compose it all on the computer so it's not like I’m playing an actual instrument.”

“Still, that’s so cool! I’d love to listen sometime!”

She grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a lil squeeze. Jeez, her touch sent a tingle through my whole body. “Really?!” She asked brightly. “I actually have my new project on my phone right now, wanna listen?”

“Umm, sure!”

“Yay!” She squealed. “Let’s sit.”

We found a nice spot in the grass under a big shady oak tree. As she rifled through her bag, I watched as an all-female runners group bounced past us. Damn, they must be a rugby team or something. “Here” she said, handing me some extra-large over-ear headphones “Sorry, I only have my studio headphones” She said, noticing my confused expression. “One sec, let me connect the bluetooth.” She fiddled with the buttons as my attention turned to another group of jogging women, this trio all pushing strollers. “Here.” She once again handed me the headphones. “This project is a little long, but you can stop listening whenever you want.”

Putting on the headphones, I was immediately surprised at how well they canceled out all the sounds of the park. The silence was immediate and complete. She grinned brightly before turning back to her phone and tapping a few times. The warm day and my proximity to Eva set me at a contented peace. The music started.

Woah, okay. The music was deep and ambient, but slightly louder than I had been expecting. Soft and delicate piano notes played gently over what sounded like the sounds of the ocean or a stream. Wait, this is familiar. This is what she put on when she came back to my place last week? Making a mental note to ask her about when I was done listening, my attention drifted back to Eva. She was playing on her phone and I once again stole a look at her chest. The music felt like a cloud. Or maybe it made me feel like a cloud. Soft. Soft like her chest. Soft like the way her necklace caught the light. At some point I was aware of a voice, no…. It was her voice, layered into the music. It was so faint I couldn’t really hear it, like it was just beyond my grasp. But I found myself listening even more intently as I tried to make out the distant vocals.

Suddenly, I heard a faint pop and it was over. I blinked several times. I had been so focused on the music, I must not have realized that I had been staring straight at her chest. Yikes. How embarrassing! 

“So,  did you like it?” She asked playfully as I took off the headphones.

“Umm, yeah.” I felt wrong-footed by the abrupt ending. “I thought you said it was long?”

“It is! Almost 25 minutes”

“Oh, I think something is wrong with the file, that was only like 2 minutes tops. But it was really good!”

A hint of a smile played on the corners of her lips as her eyes flashed something roguish. “That’s weird about the file, but I’m glad you liked it.”  She packed up her headphones and her phone back into her purse. “Listen, this has been super fun but I have to go meet my mentor at Westhall for lunch in like 30 minutes.”

“Oh…um, OK.” Again, everything felt sudden. “Can I see you again?”

“Why sure.” She blazed a devilish little grin in my direction. “Do you have plans for next Thursday?”

“Um, no.” I racked my brain trying to think of my calendar. I knew I had some things coming up soon but honestly couldn’t remember any of them. In fact, I had trouble thinking of anything at all outside of Eva and this exact moment.

“Good. Let’s meet for a drink then. You probably have Friday off, right?” I nodded vaguely, unaware of how she knew my work schedule when even I couldn’t recall the details.  “Great, we can go out Thursday since neither of us have work on Friday. Let’s get together closer to my place, near Sunnyside. Does that sound good?”

“Yes.” I said, simply.

“Good boy.” She leaned in to touch my thigh, shifting her gravity to put her chest front and center. “Now, before I go, I have to ask you something. And I want you to be totally honest. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course!” I said enthusiastically. It was important that I was always honest with her, right?

“Great. Now, I think I left something at your place last weekend.” A sappy mock pout played on her radiant face, and her voice changed tone. Suddenly she sounded like a teacher…a  kindergarten teacher.

My face flushed crimson as I felt guilt and shame well up inside me like a tidal wave. “Umm, maybe?”

“Tut tut. We said we were being honest with each other, right? So tell me, did I leave something at your place?” If she sounded like a kindergarten teacher, she was now one addressing one of her not particularly bright students.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what I left at your place.”

“Your bra.” I admitted shamefully. “Your red bra.” My gaze shifted down to the grass.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” she cooed, indulgently, “There’s no need to be embarrassed.” She lightly touched my chin and redirected me to face her. Wow, her green eyes were so beautiful. “It’s not your fault that I left my big lacy red bra at your place, is it?”

“Umm, no I guess not.”

“No, it isn’t.” She gave me a reassuring smile before pressing on. “Now tell me, what did you do with my bra?”

“I, um…” Her gaze was so comforting and sincere, and despite my sudden indignation I found myself wanting to be honest with her. “I played with it. I touched it and held it. I slept with it a couple nights.”

“Of course you did, honey.” Her voice oozed syrupy sweetness. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You waited so long to text me and you just got so worked up and frustrated. So you held my bra, like a little boy playing with mommy’s things. You looked at the labels and imagined the size of the breasts that filled up those big cups, didn’t you? You thought of my big beautiful breasts, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” Golly, why was I admitting to this! I felt like I should have been shocked by her wildly accurate depiction of my week, but instead I just felt overwhelming relief. It felt so good to unburden myself to Eva. 

“And, did you touch yourself? Did you jerk off while playing with my bra?”

“Yes.” I nodded, still looking into the depths of her green eyes.

“Can you say it for me?” She scrunched her nose mischievously.

Sensing what she wanted, I mumbled “I jerked off to your bra, Eva,” somewhat clumsily. 

“Good boy. You did so good, my good boy. Doesn’t it feel good to admit these things?”

I nodded dumbly.

“Well, since we’re being honest. Can I admit something to you?” Her demeanor shifted somehow, became suddenly more sexually charged. “I think that’s really hot.” She crossed her arms beneath her chest to create a mind-numbing display of cheesecake. “I think it's really sexy that you jerked off to my bra… that you think about my breasts when you play with yourself. It makes me feel…” she took a deep inflating breath “...irresistible. Girls like that.” 

I felt my eyes goggle. God, she was beautiful.

“So, sweetie, can you do me a favor? I want you to keep doing it.  Keep playing with yourself and my bra. Do it as often as you want. I can even help, if you’d like? Would like that?”

“How….how would you help?” My cock was, by now, absolutely surging against my pants. I felt like I might explode right there in the middle of the park.

“Well, I could send you some naughty pictures or videos. Just some encouragement. Does that sound nice?”

“Definitely!” I mumbled, perhaps more eagerly than I had intended.

“Well then it’s settled. You text me when you need some… encouragement, and I’ll do the rest.” Her smile, as she spoke to me, was like the most beatific thing I’d ever seen. “It makes me happy when you jerk off to me, and you like to make me happy, right? And if you make me really happy, maybe you’ll get a little reward next weekend on our date…stud.”

A shiteating grin spread across my face.

“But now I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you next week.” She stood up, leaving me sitting in the grass.

Overcome by a wave of desperation, I squealed “Umm..Eva?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Can you send me that music file again? I really liked it.”

Her grin was so bright, it felt like the sun.

Part 5: The Longest Week

I practically jogged home, feeling super charged with intention. Maybe that smoothie was as-good-as-advertised, because my focus felt laser-guided. As soon as I closed the door behind myself, I went straight for my bedroom and pulled Eva's bra out from my bedding. I held it in my hand, the soft lacy satin felt cool to the touch. Struck by sudden inspiration, I lifted it to my face, nuzzling into its soft depths. My pants were soon off as I slid into my soft bed, which still (somehow) smelled residually like her. I got down to business. It was going to be a long evening of worshiping at the Altar of Eva’s Bra.

Even though it was a short work week (only 4 days, thank god) it felt like an eternity. I was so revved up and excited for my date with Eva on Thursday, the tantalizing offer of “a lil reward” was playing on loop at the forefront of my brain.

Obviously, I got almost zero “real” work done. I checked my email a few times and even responded to a few. But anytime I opened up a work document to actually start a project, a warm fog settled in my brain. I soon found myself texting Eva for some encouragement. 

True to her word, Eva sent a never ending barrage of photos, all with her tits front and center. Sometimes they were staged and intentional, with beautiful bras and cleavage revealing outfits. Clearly these were taken at home when she was unoccupied and feeling indulgent. But the majority of them were just her, as she was at the moment of my request. At work in a crisp white blouse, going grocery shopping in a well worn band t-shirt, getting out of yoga class glistening in sweat. They were less staged for my benefit, but I soon found these becoming my favorites. It didn’t matter what she was wearing, even her most ordinary outfits couldn’t hide the legendary swells of her chest.

At some point midweek, I texted her while she was at the gym. I was shocked (and a little scared) to see a FaceTime request coming from her. Quickly fixing my hair and lamenting the fact that I was still wearing pajamas, I answered. “Hello?”

There was no response. In fact, her face wasn’t even in the video call. It was just her giant tits in a tight pink sports bra and she strolled on a treadmill. Her pace was leisurely, maybe a brisk walk but with a bit of embellishment in it for my benefit. I settled into the couch and slid my pants down around my ankles. I turned off the camera on my end. I saw her pick up her phone from the treadmill stand and type a bit. A notification popped up on my phone “Camera on. Please?” As she resettled her phone to its original position, I turned my camera back on, trying not to think about how I must look. I tried to maintain a dignified facial expression, but soon found myself not worrying or caring. 

For 1 full hour, she just strolled on the treadmill. Occasionally, she would reach up and adjust her neon pink sports bra, fiddling with the straps or cups, presumably for my benefit. I found myself just jerking along as her bosom jiggled with each step. I didn’t erupt right away, which was surprising, but instead settled into a gentle rhythm as I floated along with her gait. Step. Jiggle. Stroke. Step. Jiggle. Stroke. Step. Jiggle. Stroke.  And so it went for a full 60 minutes, at one point I caught myself literally drooling. At the end she just picked up the phone and blew me a big sloppy kiss before hanging up. She hadn’t spoken a single word, but it was the kiss that did it. It finally put me over the edge as I erupted onto my shirt and couch. 

Good lord, what is this woman doing to me??

I found myself watching MSIT more and more often and venturing deeper and deeper into the depths of the boob-centric internet porn. Damn, the things they were making these days! I had always been a tit man, and I had a healthy stash, but the content these days was so much better produced. And there was so much more of it! It was like the old Greapos stories from my teenage years had come to life! I found myself upping my subscription to one of my favorite super busty blonde cam girls, one whose niche was simply sitting (relatively disinterested) as she worked on her computer or as she casually tended to her legendary manicured nails. I had inattentively tipped her big money during her Wednesday morning OotD stream. 

I’m also embarrassed to admit that I pulled open Sydney’s instagram on several occasions of masturbatory rapture. I felt some guilt, knowing Eva probably wouldn’t approve of me stroking for anyone but her, and in particular my busty ex. I knew it wasn’t a great look, as Eva had asked me to jerk off specifically to her, after all. But I just couldn’t fight the allure of Syd’s enormous rack. To my surprise, she was posting multiple stories a day from some women’s retreat. Somewhere warm and maybe tropical based on the pool and palm trees. Damn, she was posting some straight bikini thirst traps to her story! Alternating between racy and cheesecake, the selfies by the pool in that too-small bikini were just too much for me to resist. The bikini had to be new, I certainly didn’t recognize it and I may have surreptitiously rifled through her delicates when we dated. The bikini itself was a soft and delicate shade of orangey pink, patterned in a busy kind of way. The racy insta-stories were out of character for her. Behind closed doors she was a vixen, no doubt, but on social media she was usually demure and innocent.  I briefly wondered if there was a new guy, or if she was just trying to make me jealous, but quickly stopped caring as I replayed the stories over and over, pants already down around my ankles. A part of me knew that she could see that I had viewed her stories, but a larger part of me didn’t care. 

I ordered delivery every day, even though I was rarely hungry. A smoothie in the midmorning and a light meal at night was more than enough. I don’t know when I got started on this smoothie kick, maybe that trip to BoomFood had awoken something in me. Early in the week I was disappointed to learn that I couldn’t have BoomFoods delivered. When I called, they suggested I try their new sister operation, CreamDreamz™, as it was aimed towards their “unaccompanied” male clientele. I was overjoyed to see it on the delivery app, and had ordered one for breakfast/lunch every day since. So good!  Their cup design was so weird though, with a soft (and surprisingly rubbery) thick pink straw affixed in the center of the cream-colored dome lid. Neither dome nor straw material was plastic, but rather soft and pliant. Almost inviting, I thought. Must be some new biodegradable material, I mused, happy to do my part to save the sea turtles or whatever!

I didn’t go to the gym. Or answer any calls or texts from my friends. I didn’t leave my place at all. I barely showered. In fact, the only thing I really did with enthusiasm was jerk off to Eva’s pictures and count the seconds until our date!

I did find time to listen to some of the soundscapes she sent over. They were really good, if a little short. She really was super talented and awesome!

How lucky was I? Pretty lucky!

Part 6: The Second Date

Our date was in Sunnyside, the cute part of town near Eva’s condo. The neighborhood seemed to be undergoing a major facelift. Admittedly, it had been a while since I’d been down here. But there definitely weren’t this many women-centric businesses a few years ago! What had previously been a pretty generic promenade (chain restaurants and the nationwide clothing stores you usually see at shopping malls) was now bursting with new enterprises. New gyms and health clinics, bistros and offices, and some new “boutique” clothing stores had all sprung up along the main strip. Haha, the mannequins in the windows of that one shop must have been a joke, unless a bunch of WNBA players had recently moved to town and were looking for lingerie. I guess I vaguely remembered a speech from our newly elected Mayor, who had said she was gonna renovate some of our town’s historic districts. She worked fast! I had never really followed local politics, but our new mayor’s ass was kind of hard to ignore.

I was practically skipping down the street after getting out of an Uber, such was my excitement to hang with Eva again. She was waiting outside the restaurant in a simple outfit, faded denim jeans with a cotton white sleeveless shirt, stretched to the max over her chest. She smiled brightly as I approached, taking my hand and leading me into the restaurant. Taking a moment to enjoy our closeness, I couldn’t help but recognize her perfume as the same one that still lingered in my bed.

She chatted briefly but genially with the hostess. Damn.  Did Eva know everyone in this town? We were ushered over to a private little booth, near the back of the bistro. The lighting was dim and soft jazz played in the background. I attempted to open my menu, but Eva gently laid her hand on top of it.

“I come here all the time. I know what’s best on the menu.” Her voice was soft but surprisingly stern. “Why don’t you just let me order for both of us. Just trust me. Wouldn’t that be better?”

“Um, s-sure,” I found myself agreeing. I wasn’t a picky eater and if she came here before she’d definitely know better than me. I did trust her, after all.

She ordered a bottle of wine and some appetizers, and after some time a chilled albariño and a grilled peach burrata were placed on the table in between us.

We chatted, for sure, and nibbled. But even now I can’t really remember the details of our conversation. I was so captivated by Eva’s beauty and presence, giddy with sexually charged excitement. There was just something about her that was so enthralling. Entrees were ordered and served, and Eva never let my wine glass go empty without refilling it for me.  The wine and food was exceptionally delicious, and I made a note to trust Eva’s judgment more often. 

Before I knew it, Eva was paying the bill. Wait, how long have we been here? I thought wildly, watching dessert plates being taken away from our table. I had been so looking forward to this date and it had gone by in the blink of an eye!

Eva must have noticed my sad confusion, because she gently reached across the table and laid her hand on top of mine. Her thumb caressed my hand reassuringly.

“Our date doesn’t have to be over, sweetie.” That simple phrase, along with her radiant smile, lit a furnace in my chest. “You made me so happy this week. You were suuuch a good boy for me.” Her saccharine tone made my cock leap. Had I been hard this whole time? “And good boys get rewarded, right? Why don’t you spend the night back at my place. Does that sound nice, sweetie?”

I could only nod as Eva led me by the hand out of the restaurant.   

Eva’s place was tastefully decorated, and far larger than I was expecting. I only briefly managed to glance around, noticing the chef’s kitchen, big windows, and high ceilings. Before I could mutter a single word or fully take in the surprisingly lavish condo, she was on me. 

We made out with reckless abandon, only a few steps from her front door, like two horny college kids. With surprising speed and grace, she had my shirt off and was moving quickly to unbutton my pants. With my pants around my ankles, I crudely attempted to take her shirt off, but her hands gently brushed my attempts away. Instead, I felt her fingers run up my side. Still our tongues played with each other like a pair of fighting snakes. A fight, I had to admit, she was winning. Her tongue pushed aggressively into my mouth and I soon found myself relinquishing to whatever her tongue wanted to do. Meanwhile her left hand had found the back of my head. Breaking our kiss, she began pushing me firmly towards the ripe swells of her chest. I bent somewhat awkwardly, finally sitting my butt on an endtable, with my pants still in a pool around my ankles as she pressed my face into the soft cotton of her shirt. Her right hand, meanwhile, had grasped me in full through my briefs.  I moaned into her chest, and felt the soft outline of her bra push into my mouth.

Suddenly, I was over the edge. I was spurting load after load into my briefs. I was so embarrassed, I had never cum so quickly in my life. She was still fully clothed! We were barely five steps from her front door for god's sake. I tried to mumble some apologies but she just pushed my face further into her chest, her hand coaxing out my last desperate spurts.

I felt so overwhelmed! Shame mixed with equal parts arousal and pleasure. At once, my emotions felt like they were dialed up to eleven. To my chagrin, I had begun to weakly sob into her soft chest.

“Ohh, my sweet little boy.” she purred, fingernails raking through my hair. “My sweet, sweet boy. There’s no reason to be ashamed.” She pulled me out of her chest, held my chin and looked straight into my eyes. The depths of her green gaze held such tenderness, her smile flashed a reassuring kindness. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” 

I fought to catch my breath.

 “I think it's cute…hot even. My breasts just got you so worked up, didn’t they?”

I nodded.

“That’s right. You just couldn’t help yourself. My chest just makes you feel so weak and helpless, doesn’t it? It's okay, I don’t mind one bit. Just relax and listen to my voice. That’s right...” Her singsong words, again, seemed to come from somewhere inside my head, instantly calming me. “Listen, sweetie. I already told you. At the park, remember? I like that you cum so easily for me. I like the way it makes me feel. It makes me happy. And guess what, sweetie?” Her eyes flashed mischievously. “You have all night to do nothing but make me happy. Does that sound good? ”

I smiled weakly, wiping away the remnants of tears. I couldn’t speak, I just stared into her eyes and nodded, trying not to think about how pathetic I must look.

“Ok, my sweet boy, why don’t we take this into the bedroom? You can make me so happy all night.” With that, she grasped my hand and led me gently down the dark hallway.

I lost track of how many times I came that night. In her hand, in her mouth, between her tits. I was amazed at my recovery time. It seemed I was hard again only moments after each orgasm.  It wasn’t even until my fourth or fifth orgasm that she let me enter her. And only then after I had eaten her to her satisfaction. 

I think I fell into a sort of trance, a sexual fog filled my brain, drowning out all other thoughts. She was talking the entire time, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Sometime - near sunrise, I think, based on the warm glow coming through the window - while she was on top of me, riding me slowly while my mouth worked intently on her large nipple, it was as if all of a sudden her voice just turned back on. She had been speaking to me the whole time, but I only now heard her in full. “That’s right, my sweet boy. Sucking my big breasts makes you so happy, doesn’t it? Suck harder, baby. There you go. Seal your lips against my nipple and give it everything you got. That’s right, my sweet boy. You look so cute down there, like a baby trying to drink my milk.”

That almost made me stop. I felt like an infant, sometimes, being with her. It was shameful but-

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed sweetie, I love it. Keep going, keep suckling on me like a little baby…like a little tiny baby.”

Encouraged, I did as she asked, putting my inhibitions aside and closing my eyes. Oh, it was so relaxing, so nice, so peaceful and perfect. It made me…it made me…

“Oh, why are you slowing down? Hm?” she cooed, petting my head, “Is my little baby finally getting tired? You lasted so long, my sweet boy. You made me so happy! But let’s call it a night after this one, huh? After your cummies this time? There you go, just suck and focus on how good I feel riding up and down on your cock. That’s right. Such a good boy. Give me that last load and then you can rest your eyes.”

I moaned into her breast.

“Go ahead, baby…come for me.”

On her command, I erupted into her. I watched as she planted her hands on my chest and ground her pelvis down into mine. I could hear her moans intermingling with my own. Without warning, my eyelids began to drop again, and sleep overcame me...

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Parts 7-9 on their way soon.