Forbidden Love

The next morning I went into the bathroom to inspect my shaved groin area in the mirror. I still couldn’t believe what had happened last night but the mirror proved it was not a dream. It looked and felt strange but I decided I could get used to it and may even learn to like it. Heather came in gave me a good morning kiss and jumped into the shower. After a few minutes of washing her body she asked, “Care to join me?” I may be a lot of things but I’m not a fool … of course I did and in I went. She was standing under the shower with water dripping off her breasts. Her 5 months pregnant belly jutted out, but it was her wet shaved pussy that I stared at in awe. It was perfectly smooth. Her pussy lips were slightly open allowing me to glimpse her most private parts. Her clit was slightly swollen and protruding at the top of her delicious looking cunt. I moved towards her and she soaped up the wash rag and began wiping every inch of my body. By then I was completely hard and she spent extra time gently scrubbing my groin. She turned off the water and we got out of the shower and dried each other off.

“Will you do something for me?” she asked quietly. “Anything you want Heather,” I answered. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She slid into bed and spread her legs to show me all of her naked body. “No one has ever licked or tasted my pussy. Would you like to be the first?” she whispered. I nodded yes but stood there looking at her now smiling face, her breasts and nipples, and her very pregnant belly. I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. Then I bent over to kiss her lips and moved down to her breasts ... sucking her areolas and licking her nipples … kissing her belly and finally I brought my face closer and inhaled the sweet scent of soap and of her feminine arousal.

Then I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid into bed with my head between her legs, and softly pushed my face deep into her shaved smooth pussy. My mouth quickly found her clit and I flicked it with my tongue. From the second I made contact she was started to moan. When I pushed my tongue against it, she sucked in air and started writhing around while I continued my attack on her juicy pussy. I drank in as much of her female juices as I could get as I started working my tongue up and down her slit. Then I speared my tongue as deep as I could into the folds of her pussy and started to probe her with my tongue. “Oh, that feels so good. Please don’t stop. I want to cum with your tongue in me …” she whimpered. The taste of her pussy sweetened … a sign that her orgasm was about to begin. I continued to push my tongue deep into Heather’s pussy and she screamed as her body started convulsing. I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. All of a sudden she stopped moving and her moan filled the room as her orgasm crashed through her body. I gently kept my warm tongue pushed against her clit until she was finally finished. "Oh Stan, that was incredible!" she said. I moved back up and kissed her again as she lovingly ran her hands through my hair. All I wanted to do was put my arms around her and protect her from the world.

The next couple of weeks were something else. I started taking weekly pictures of her belly with a cloth tape measure wrapped around to show how much she was growing. I also took candid shots of our day to day activities … I wanted to remember her after she went home. She loved getting back rubs with massage oil and especially liked it when I used my finger nails to slowly scratch her back. This never failed to cause goose bumps. We also stared using coco butter on her belly to reduce stretch marks. Heather taught me how to shave her pussy and my groin area without drawing blood. I would shave her every Tuesday and Friday and she would shave me every Wednesday and Saturday. Usually this would lead to showering together and some sort of sexual activity ... sometimes just touching and kissing … sometimes more. We went through a lot of bottles of skin lotions and massage oils. I’m not sure how or when it happened but we were finally tuned in to each other’s needs. Everything felt right. We went shopping, to restaurants, and to her doctor appointments together. Life was good.

We were having lunch one day and Heather asked me, “What’s up with you and Aunt Monica?” “What do you mean? She was Gina’s best friend … and my friend for almost 25 years.” “No, there’s more to it than that ... you are holding something back. She gets a wistful look every time she talks about you. Tell me the truth,” she said. “I will tell you, but only if you promise me that you will never tell her or anyone else about us. Do you promise?” I asked. Heather answered, “Yes I do. I promise … It’s our secret.” I believed her and then said, “The truth is that I am ‘In Love’ with Monica and wanted to share the rest of my life with her. We had one great weekend in April but her being married to Clark kills any chance of us ever being together.” She nodded her head in agreement. “Thanks for telling me the truth,” she said. We were both lost in our thoughts for a moment. “Now it’s your turn to tell the truth. I’m 65 … You’re 33 … Why did you make love with me the first time?” She looked me in the eyes and said, “Truthfully the first time was for pure sexual release ... my body wanted and needed that orgasm ... I had to have it.” “What about now? Do you agree that we have an almost perfect sexual connection?” I asked. She answered, “Yes. But with you it’s more than sex … it is an emotionally bond. You fulfill me. Age has nothing to do with it. I am closer to you than I ever was with my soon to be ex-husband.” I nodded and said, “Thank you Heather … you make me as happy as I’ve been in a long time.” And then we kissed and I held her in my arms.

I found out how true that was later that day when Heather came into the kitchen with a strange look on her face. “Quick, give me your hand.” I reached over and she put my hand on her belly. I felt the baby kick. I looked at her face. She was in awe and said, “That’s the first time that happened.” And then it really hit me … we weren’t ‘In Love’ but we did love each other. “Heather I am so happy I can be in your life even if it’s only for 2 months. You mean everything to me,” I whispered. She looked at me and started to cry and said, “I know … I need you too.” We both knew that this temporary situation we were in was soon going to end. She put her hands to my face and gave me the sweetest kiss. We knew that from now on we were soul mates and would be for the rest of our lives. We spent the rest of the day talking about the baby, the future, and about the things that really matter most.

The next morning Heather came out of her room with two dark wet spots on the front of her shirt. She said, “My breasts have started making milk.” She took off her shirt baring her breasts and nipples. There were white droplets on each nipple. I was amazed. “Is this normal … should this be happening now?” I asked. She wasn’t sure. I suggested she call her doctor and schedule an appointment ASAP. We went the next day. The doctor examined her, told her that this was normal, and that there were no problems with her pregnancy. He suggested that she get nipple cream to control the soreness and a breast pump to release the milk being produced.

We purchased the cream and breast pump on the way home. We sat at the kitchen table, opened the package, and carefully read the instructions. Heather removed her blouse and bra and started to massage her breast and then placed the funnel shaped end squarely on her nipple. It was a snug fit. She turned on the pump but only a few drops of thin white liquid came out; and then a sudden stream of milk came squirting out running in tiny rivulets down the sides of the container, forming a small puddle at the bottom. It only took a few minutes until the flow stopped. She repeated the process on her other breast. “What do we do now?” I asked. “Would you like to taste my milk?” she asked as she handed me the container. I nodded yes … the idea of tasting her breast milk turned me on. She watched as I put the container to my lips and sipped most of the warm sweet liquid. I handed the container to her so she could taste it too. She sipped it and smiled, “We do share everything don’t we?” Yes we did.

That night Heather was getting ready to use the breast pump again. I had a better idea, smiled and said, “Wait before you use that … I’d like to taste your milk straight from the source.” She smiled too and took off her blouse baring her breasts for me. I sat in a chair and she stood in front of me between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and she reached for my head to pull me forward until my face was barely an inch from her nipple. “Be my guest. They are all yours.” she chuckled.

I put my mouth over her areola sucking gently while my tongue cupped under her nipple licking upwards until a spray of thin, warm liquid flowed into my mouth. I let it flow over my tongue, savoring the taste while reaching up with my hand to massage the rest of her breast. My left hand found her other breast, and I began twisting her nipple between my fingers, pulling at it until I felt tiny droplets of liquid sliding down my hand. She started to moan; her hands were still in my hair, pulling me further onto her breast. I was completely aroused and so was she. We needed to be somewhere more comfortable before we could continue.

I took her hand and we went into my bedroom. We undressed and kissed for about a minute and then I got in the left side of the bed and lay on my back. Heather got in on the right side and snuggled up to me lying flat on her back with her head resting on top of my right shoulder. I reached up with my right hand and started gently twisting her right nipple. I moved my left hand to the other nipple and started twisting it. She moaned and I could feel her milk start to flow. I kissed her on her cheek and whispered, “Start rubbing you pussy.” She wiped her right hand in the milk on her breasts and moved it down and started rubbing her clit. She wiped her left hand in the milk and began stroking my penis. We were both moaning and I knew it wouldn’t take long to reach our orgasms. I kept twisting her nipples and she kept rubbing herself and stroking me. It was so erotic. “Heather, are you ready?” I asked. “Yes … cum now!” She arched her back as her orgasm began and I grunted and began spewing sperm all over her milk covered breasts. The intensity of our orgasms was amazing. We rolled into each other’s arms and just held on. There was one more thing that I had always wanted to do … I bent down and licked some of the milk and sperm mixture from her breasts into my mouth. Heather saw what I had done, pulled my head to hers, and started to kiss me. She gently pushed her tongue in my mouth and we shared the flavors of the fluids our bodies had made. “Have you ever done that before?” she asked. “Never … There has to be a first time for everything,” I laughed.

We jumped into the shower together. It took a while but we were finally clean. We slept in her bed that night … my bed would need to be cleaned and laundered tomorrow. One more kiss and we both drifted into a deep sound sleep.

The next morning Heather was using her breast pump in the kitchen while I was making coffee. I went to the refrigerator for my creamer but the carton was almost empty. I poured out the last few drops and said, “We need to add coffee creamer to the grocery list.” “No we don’t,” she said. She got up, came over to me and started squeezing her breast milk into my coffee cup. I will never forget that moment. I started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asked. I answered, “You make me so happy … you make my heart smile … what will I do without you?” She leaned in and we kissed. Then she said, “You’ll think of something … or someone.” My morning coffee never tasted better. What a turn on! She promised to ‘fix’ my coffee every morning. That night for dessert she made vanilla pudding using her milk. It was delicious!

About three weeks later on a Tuesday morning the phone rang at 9 am and I answered, “Hello”. It was Monica. “I have some really good news. Put me on speaker phone so you both can hear. Heather your final divorce decree will be issued Thursday morning. I know it’s been two and a half months but

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