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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 26
Mother's Milk
There was this beautiful blond girl, Lexi, who dropped out of our high school at 15 when she got knocked up by some guy she worked with at the food court. She had the baby, and the guy disappeared. I’d always had a crush on her, and was bummed not to see her in school anymore.
Six months after she had her baby, she showed up at a graduation party for another girl we both knew. I was 17, Lexi was 16 now and looked even better than before—she’d lost all her pregnancy weight, her tits had gotten bigger, and she had that glow new mothers are said to have. Everyone was glad to see her, and she gave everybody hugs, including me. I asked about her baby, who she’d named Jamal, Jr. after the guy who knocked her up, even though he dumped her and wasn’t paying child support. She took out her phone and proudly showed me a hundred pictures of the little tyke.
Her short little dress was low-cut and, to be honest, I was staring at her big white tits instead of the baby pictures on her phone. I said it looked like Jamal was well fed, and she laughed and agreed he was a chubby boy, unaware I’d been complimenting her tremendous tits.
After having cake, she had to leave because her mom needed the car for an overnight shift at the hospital, and invited me to follow her home if I wanted to meet the baby. I guess she thought I’d shown more interest in her kid than most guys.
She and her mom lived in this shabby little apartment—they didn’t have much money. Her deadbeat dad had left them when she was little, sticking around just a bit longer than Jamal’s dad. Her mom seemed nice but stressed out, wearing nursing scrubs, and took the keys and said she had put Jamal down for a nap after his feeding an hour ago, then took off for her shift.
Jamal was asleep in a crib in Lexi’s little bedroom beside her bed. Cute, chubby little guy with a baby afro. Next to me, Lexi beamed at her baby. I suddenly wanted her really bad. I put my arms around her and started kissing her.
She seemed startled at first, but then started kissing me back, and we fell onto her bed and kept kissing. I stripped her out of her dress and her bra, pinned her down on her bed and sucked on her tits. I was curious what breast milk tasted like. It was warm and sweeter than the stuff you buy at the store. I wondered how much there was, and decided to find out. I pulled off her panties, and my fingers found her wet pussy and went to work while my mouth consumed everything in her left breast until the flow slowed to hardly anything, and then I switched to her right one, draining that one next. She moaned, eyes closed, and came twice as I stroked her clit.
Then I was finally fucking her. I’d dreamt about doing this to her since I’d first seen her when she was a freshman, and now I was finally inside her. She had a shitty old bed, and you could hear the bedsprings grinding under her back as I pounded her. The baby woke up in the middle of things, and began crying. I kept going, and Lexi seemed distracted by the baby but kept going herself. She came, then asked if I could hurry up and finish.
The baby kept crying, but I kept fucking Lexi, and then finally came, shooting everything I had into her. After catching her breath, she pushed me off of her and put on her robe, then brought Jamal out of his crib, shushing him, holding him to her boob. I watched as the baby latched on and tried to get his dinner, getting nothing.
Damn, she said. Then asked me to check the fridge and see if there was a bottle.
I went and checked but found nothing but a Coke, which I helped myself to. An empty bottle sat in the sink. I reported back, and Lexi apologized to her little guy, and used her boob as a pacifier instead of a source of food.
I asked how long it would take.
She said a little while, and that she shouldn’t have let me do that.
I said I had to go, and she asked if I really had to, sounding sad. Said it was kind of lonely being a teen mom and a school dropout. Didn’t see anyone anymore. Anyway, I left.
I only saw her once after that—ran into her at Walmart. By then, Jamal was two and talking. They were moving to another state. She told me she was working on her GED.
It’s weird. Looking back, I think I loved her. But she’d had some other guy’s baby, and I wasn’t emotionally equipped to deal with that. I’ve felt kind of guilty ever since. She was a really sweet and beautiful girl, and probably a good mother. She deserves to find a better guy than me to be with. I hope she has by now.
Six months after she had her baby, she showed up at a graduation party for another girl we both knew. I was 17, Lexi was 16 now and looked even better than before—she’d lost all her pregnancy weight, her tits had gotten bigger, and she had that glow new mothers are said to have. Everyone was glad to see her, and she gave everybody hugs, including me. I asked about her baby, who she’d named Jamal, Jr. after the guy who knocked her up, even though he dumped her and wasn’t paying child support. She took out her phone and proudly showed me a hundred pictures of the little tyke.
Her short little dress was low-cut and, to be honest, I was staring at her big white tits instead of the baby pictures on her phone. I said it looked like Jamal was well fed, and she laughed and agreed he was a chubby boy, unaware I’d been complimenting her tremendous tits.
After having cake, she had to leave because her mom needed the car for an overnight shift at the hospital, and invited me to follow her home if I wanted to meet the baby. I guess she thought I’d shown more interest in her kid than most guys.
She and her mom lived in this shabby little apartment—they didn’t have much money. Her deadbeat dad had left them when she was little, sticking around just a bit longer than Jamal’s dad. Her mom seemed nice but stressed out, wearing nursing scrubs, and took the keys and said she had put Jamal down for a nap after his feeding an hour ago, then took off for her shift.
Jamal was asleep in a crib in Lexi’s little bedroom beside her bed. Cute, chubby little guy with a baby afro. Next to me, Lexi beamed at her baby. I suddenly wanted her really bad. I put my arms around her and started kissing her.
She seemed startled at first, but then started kissing me back, and we fell onto her bed and kept kissing. I stripped her out of her dress and her bra, pinned her down on her bed and sucked on her tits. I was curious what breast milk tasted like. It was warm and sweeter than the stuff you buy at the store. I wondered how much there was, and decided to find out. I pulled off her panties, and my fingers found her wet pussy and went to work while my mouth consumed everything in her left breast until the flow slowed to hardly anything, and then I switched to her right one, draining that one next. She moaned, eyes closed, and came twice as I stroked her clit.
Then I was finally fucking her. I’d dreamt about doing this to her since I’d first seen her when she was a freshman, and now I was finally inside her. She had a shitty old bed, and you could hear the bedsprings grinding under her back as I pounded her. The baby woke up in the middle of things, and began crying. I kept going, and Lexi seemed distracted by the baby but kept going herself. She came, then asked if I could hurry up and finish.
The baby kept crying, but I kept fucking Lexi, and then finally came, shooting everything I had into her. After catching her breath, she pushed me off of her and put on her robe, then brought Jamal out of his crib, shushing him, holding him to her boob. I watched as the baby latched on and tried to get his dinner, getting nothing.
Damn, she said. Then asked me to check the fridge and see if there was a bottle.
I went and checked but found nothing but a Coke, which I helped myself to. An empty bottle sat in the sink. I reported back, and Lexi apologized to her little guy, and used her boob as a pacifier instead of a source of food.
I asked how long it would take.
She said a little while, and that she shouldn’t have let me do that.
I said I had to go, and she asked if I really had to, sounding sad. Said it was kind of lonely being a teen mom and a school dropout. Didn’t see anyone anymore. Anyway, I left.
I only saw her once after that—ran into her at Walmart. By then, Jamal was two and talking. They were moving to another state. She told me she was working on her GED.
It’s weird. Looking back, I think I loved her. But she’d had some other guy’s baby, and I wasn’t emotionally equipped to deal with that. I’ve felt kind of guilty ever since. She was a really sweet and beautiful girl, and probably a good mother. She deserves to find a better guy than me to be with. I hope she has by now.
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