Antics With My Old Neighbour

Although many years have since passed by I recall with some fond memories the time I was breast feeding my young son. I was then in my early 30’s and it was during the summer months of 1984.

My husband (now passed) was frequently working away sometimes overseas and I was quite lonely if not a little sexually frustrated.

Our neighbour was a lovely gentle man called Jim in his late 60’s. His wife had sadly passed away a few years previously so I guessed he was quite lonely too. Nothing ever sexual had ever crossed mind with Jim so what happened wasn’t planned or even imagined.

Jim was a real treasure doing any odd jobs I needed about the house in my husband’s absence. One afternoon I was breast feeding my son when Jim called by after I asked him if he’d kindly mow the garden lawn. I remember standing in front of him quite unashamedly with my breast out as I continued feeding as my son suckled on me. I let him in and told him to sit down whilst I carried on. My son greedily guzzled away blissfully as Jim no doubt took for stock of the sight in front of him. Sometimes you can’t explain why things happen but as we talked I found myself getting quite aroused watching old Jim’s expression.

After my son had finished gorging on my now very swollen teat I readjusted my breast back into my dress briefly letting him see my naked breast. He continued to ogle my breasts and appeared quite agitated licking his lips. I half heartily apologised for allowing him to see me but he responded by saying it was a beautiful sight. He then confessed that his late wife allowed him the enjoyment of feeding him many years ago.

I placed my son in his cot and returning to the living room I told Jim to come and sit next to me. I said something like” would you like a go then Jim” or words to that effect? After a very slight awkward pause and an enthusiastic nod of his head (he was speechless) I motioned for him to put his head on my lap releasing one of milk laden breasts. He started to slowly grope and gently maul my breast rubbing his fingers over my now erect rubbery teats. This obviously stimulated my milk and it started to flow so I cupped his head and placing a cushion underneath brought his mouth onto my teat. I couldn’t recall how long he sucked away but it was heavenly and he was clearly enjoying this moment as was I as I started feeling quite damp in-between my thighs. I noticed that he’d grown stiff in his trousers and was fiddling around with it. It was quite tense and I brushed his hand away replacing it with mine as I squeezed his erection tightly over the material of his trousers. He must have climaxed soon after as his breathing got intense and I felt his hardness drop away.

Over the next few weeks until my husband arrived home Jim enjoyed his daily feed and afterwards I let things go a bit further when he started rubbing my pussy. I did feel guilty about it but it was something that filled a need as my hormones were through the roof at times. It was during a lengthy period when my husband was away that I was climbing the walls feeling so horny that I succumbed and we ended up in the spare bedroom. That was the first of many trips upstairs to that bedroom whilst hubby was away and I think poor Jim spent a small fortune on condoms. For a man of Jim’s age I was impressed with his stamina that equally matched my husband’s who was much younger.