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This is the first installment of a series I’ve had in my head for a long time. TW: references to abuse/childhood trauma. The story also involves breastfeeding and consensual sexual activity between adults. If any of that offends or disturbs you, please find another story to read. Another note: the first half is all the “setup” and backstory to the trio’s situation. Feel free to skip it if that’s not your jam, but I wanted to explain how Maia could be pumping but there is absolutely nobody in the story under 18, much less an infant. All characters are over 18.
Becoming Baybe…the beginning
Shick…shick…shick…shick… The breast pump whirred softly as it pulled the milk from Maia’s breasts. She sighed, turning the page of her magazine as she adjusted one of the pumps. She was sitting at their dining room table, waiting for the pump to do its work on her copious supply, when Steven walked in and dropped a kiss onto her head. She smiled up at him and leaned back for another kiss, which he gladly delivered onto her cupid’s bow mouth. “Sexy as ever,” he murmured.
Maia laughed, “Even when I’m being pumped like a cow?” she asked.
Steven chuckled, “Especially then. It reminds me of what a good and wonderful woman I married. You know my sister is grateful for every batch you send.” Maia nodded, knowing that every delivery, packed in dry ice, made his sister and her husband incredibly happy. Six months previously, Maia had delivered their healthy, full-term baby boy, a true miracle for her sister-in-law who had been robbed of her own womb by cervical cancer in her early twenties. When Maia had agreed to be a surrogate for their biological baby, they had cried with joy.
“Pretty soon you’ll be able to stop pumping though, they’re about to start weaning him, according to Stephanie.” remarked Steven, interrupting Maia’s reverie. She smiled uncertainly. While she’d be happy to not have to pump every six hours, giving it up brought regrets as well. There was something primal about producing milk. Steven might miss it, too, she thought wryly. On more than one occasion he’d taken to suckling her during sex, heightening the experience for them both.
As Steven headed off to work, Maia finished pumping and began the process of bagging and labeling her milk, and getting it quickly to the freezer. Once everything was neatly stored away, Maia brought out her laptop and returned to her own accounting work for the rest of the morning.
After some time, Maia was distracted by sounds of shouting outside. She could hear one of her neighbors yelling and cursing, and the crash of a garbage can toppling into the driveway. She sighed. Every neighborhood had that “one guy,” why did he have to live next door to her? Annoyed, she walked to the front room and peered out the bay window. Sure enough, her neighbor Larry was standing on his porch in his boxers and a ratty wife-beater t-shirt under an open bathrobe. Maia looked for the target of his ire, usually the man’s poor wife Linda, a chain-smoking, sullen woman with sallow cheeks who looked far older than her 43 years. But Linda was leaning in the doorway behind him, cigarette in hand. Maia’s breath caught in her throat as she saw Larry’s victim: a slender girl with long blonde hair, underdressed for the cool fall weather. Maia furrowed her eyebrows and leaned closer to the window. Could that be Babs? Maia walked quickly to the door, pulling it open to get a better look at the teen. She gasped as she spotted the darkening bruise on the girl’s cheek, realizing that it was Babs, Linda’s only daughter, and Larry’s step-child. But she was no longer the scrawny tween who had spent hours with Maia helping her garden or clean – anything for pocket money and an excuse to stay away from her obnoxious parents. For years Maia had tried to help shelter the girl until the day Babs told her that an Aunt had offered to take her in and Larry had jumped at the chance to “get rid of her lazy ass.” Maia had been immensely grateful to the woman, and had even given Babs a suitcase to help her carry what few things she had. Maia and Steven had not seen her since, and had wondered what had become of her.
Though taller now, and looking more like a young woman than the gawky girl she had been, Babs still looked in need of rescue. Maia didn’t hesitate. She opened her screen door and walked quickly down the drive, towards Larry’s dilapidated home.
“Get out of here you uppity cunt” yelled Larry, waving his beer can in her direction. He’d clearly started drinking early in the day.
Maia smiled sweetly, “I’m just here to say hello to Babs!” she said, pointedly looking away from Larry and focusing all her attention on the girl. She held her arms out the disheveled young woman. “I haven’t seen you in what, at least four years? Come give me a hug!” Maia stretched out her hands, willing the girl to come to her.
“This ain’t none of your business!” Larry roared, but tripped on his bathrobe tie as he stepped down from the sagging porch. Stumbling to a stop, he said “Little bitch come home and want a place to stay, but she’s not willing to pay nothing for it. We don’t owe her nothing. I don’t. She ain’t my kid.” he growled, turning ataşehir escort to glare at Linda, who looked at Maia with sad, pleading eyes. She’d given up long ago, those eyes said. But something in them let Maia know that she’d had hopes for her daughter.
Babs had remained frozen in place, so Maia walked resolutely towards her, actively ignoring Larry’s drunken ranting till she reached the young woman and pulled her into a hug. Babs flinched, then clung to the older woman like a drowning child. “Shhhhh.” whispered Maia. “Come inside with me. Come on. He won’t follow.” Quickly she pulled Babs up the drive and through the front door, shutting and locking it firmly behind her. A glance out the window showed Larry giving her the finger before stomping back to his own porch and slamming the door as he went inside.
Years ago, when they were new to the neighborhood, Larry had tried to follow Maia, harassing and cussing at her, and Steven had shown him the business end of the shotgun he used to hunt deer each fall. In no uncertain terms had he impressed upon Larry that both he and Maia knew how to shoot and took a dim view of tresspassers. Like all bullies, Larry was cowed by actual power and stayed on his side of the property line, though occasionally Maia and Steven would find cigarette butts and beer cans tossed into their yard. Maia wondered why Linda had ever married him, but shook her head, dismissing the thought. She had bigger worries.
Babs was in a state. She was bruised, with torn clothes, and dirty from where Larry had pushed her onto the ground. Tenderly, the older woman cleaned her up, getting her to drink sips of juice and bites of crackers to help stave off the worst of the shock. At first, Babs could only cry, but little by little she calmed, remembering how kind Maia had always been to her, and began to talk. Soon, though, Babs’ exhaustion caught up with her and Maia tucked her into the guest room bed, encouraging her to sleep till she felt ready for food.
Later that evening, Maia pieced together Babs’ jumbled recollection as she explained things to Steven. Apparently, Babs’ aunt had been kindly, but stern, teaching and expecting Babs to take care of all household chores in return for her keep. The aunt had demanded good grades, and held her to a strict curfew as well, and while she hadn’t been cruel, she hadn’t been overly loving, either. She’d even agreed to let Babs stay after turning 18 and enrolling herself in the local community college. Then, suddenly, her aunt had died of a heart attack, and a landlord had swept in to claim everything in their small apartment. Babs had found herself out on the street with nothing but a suitcase of clothes. Babs had hoped her mother would give her a place to stay but the first night there, Larry had come into her bedroom, demanding “payment” while trying to feel up under her nightdress. She’d managed to lock herself into the bathroom until Larry had stumbled off to bed, but in the morning he came at her again in the kitchen, and Linda had simply left the room. She’d run outside where Maia had found her.
Steven was enraged. While not as close to Babs as Maia had been, he’d cared for the girl. It was all Maia could do to keep him from hauling out the shotgun and heading next door. Together they decided that they’d care for Babs until she could get onto her feet.
The young woman accepted their offer, and while still needing recovery time, did what she could to help out around the house. It was clear, though, that the amount of trauma she’d endured had left her untrusting, occasionally volatile, and very angry. Maia and Steven tried to give her both structure and freedom, but found themselves tested at every turn. Babs was alternately grateful and rebellious, and exercised her new freedom by staying out till all hours and worrying Maia to the point of distraction.
They pushed for Babs to get into therapy, but each session was met with resistance, as Babs refused to trust anyone outside of their little circle. Still, there were peaceful moments, even happy ones, as Babs learned that she could lash out and rebel, and still be welcomed by Maia and Steven’s love.
Maia continued to pump, which fascinated the younger woman, and she had endless questions about the entire idea of Maia’s surrogacy and how the whole process had worked. While it was obvious she was aroused by the idea of sex and everything related to it, she also didn’t know what to do with her feelings. It soon became clear that the girl’s sexual education had been sadly lacking. Some quick looks into their home’s ISP tracker revealed that Babs had been using the wifi to explore porn sites, trying to remedy her lack of information, and the focus was often on scenarios featuring younger women with older couples. Maia decided to let that go, and figured that with time Babs could explore the reasons for that in therapy. It was above her and Steven’s pay grade. Still, she had to admit that Babs was quite beautiful, with a slender waist and full breasts. Maia had teased Steven about how “hard” things must be, but his only response had been to pull Maia’s voluptuous figure close to his.
Over time, escort ataşehir Babs revealed that her only sexual experience, if they could call it that, was in repelling Larry’s advances — both when Babs had recently returned home, and when Babs had been younger. He had never succeeded, fortunately, but Babs clearly still bore the scars of his emotional torment. She shied away from Steven, even though he never gave her cause. With Maia she was alternately clingy and hostile, exploding in anger for no reason.
One evening, after a grueling therapy session in which the therapist had used hypnosis to help Babs regress so she could work on some of her childhood traumas, events came to a head. Steven was working late, so Maia had driven Babs to and from the appointment, missing her pumping time. Her breasts ached. Babs was moody and quiet, recalling the intense session where she had remembered an early attempt of Larry’s to fondle one of her pre-pubescent breasts. She cringed and flinched at the memory and Maia looked at her in alarm as they pulled into the driveway. “Are you ok?” she asked.
Babs scowled. “Just leave me be. I can’t talk about it.” she said, getting out of the car and slamming the door.
Maia sighed. Her head hurt. Her breasts hurt from the delayed pumping. She didn’t need this angry teen. Why had she agreed to this? “Please don’t slam the door,” Maia said, wearily, as they both headed into the house.
Babs spun to face her. “Why do you always have to correct me! Why can’t you just leave me be!” she shrieked, the fear and anger that lingered from her session bubbling out of her.
Maia stood there, stunned by the girl’s fury. “Babs, I…”
“No!!” screamed Babs. “No! You can’t tell me what to do! I’m a grown woman! You can’t hurt me! You can’t! You can’t do this I won’t let you…” her words trailed into incoherent shrieks of rage and she began to flail towards her only friend.
Without thinking, Maia drew back and smacked Babs on the cheek, hard, stopping her hysteria. Babs’ eyes grew wide, and then she began to sob — heartbreaking, wracking sobs as she collapsed into Maia’s arms. Together they dropped to the couch where Maia held and rocked the sobbing girl.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” wept Babs.
“Shhhhhhh”
Babs continued to weep and hiccup as Maia held her close. Maia felt a wetness on her chest and looked down, surprised. Her breasts had responded to Babs’ cries and she was leaking. Babs was on the verge of losing control of herself again when Maia had an inspiration. She pulled up her shirt and unsnapped the nursing bra, exposing her swollen, leaking breast. The shock of it caused Babs to stop crying for a moment, looking at Maia’s chest with puzzlement on her face.
“You haven’t eaten a thing all day, Babs. You need comfort, you need food. I need to pump…or be suckled. Please. Let me help you. I think it will help us both.”
Babs couldn’t speak, but let the older woman gently guide her head down towards her swollen nipple. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she put her lips firmly around Maia’s areola and latched on. Tentatively, she began to suck. Slowly at first and then working into a steady rhythm. Maia could feel the milk flowing out of her into the girl’s mouth. She pulled Babs’ body in closer, snuggling her as she breastfed. Babs’ breathing slowed and calmed as she suckled. Maia stroked the girl’s hair gently, enjoying the feeling of having a person express her milk, rather than a sterile machine. She could feel tightness growing between her legs, too, as the beautiful girl’s pink lips sucked hard on her breast.
After a while, she realized that Babs’ hand had drifted towards her shorts, and the girl had started pressing between her legs. She was getting turned on, too. Maia wasn’t even sure that Babs was aware of what she was doing. Maia smiled and asked “would you like to switch sides?” Babs nodded, giving her right breast a few more sucks before adjusting herself and sliding to Maia’s left breast. Maia unsnapped that side exposing the still-engorged teat. Now eager, Babs latched on quickly and began to draw milk from Maia’s other breast, as Maia cradled her head and torso. Both women felt the mood shift from comfort to something more erotic, and Babs began to push more urgently between her legs. She moaned softly.
“Shhhhhh,” whispered Maia, “Let me do that for you.” She slid her own hand down into Babs’ shorts, letting her fingers slide under the band of her panties, and then down to between Babs’ soft warm folds. A slippery wetness greeted her fingers as Maia found the Babs’ clit, already stiffening. She moved in gentle circles, then harder over the growing nub and Babs began grinding into her hand. She briefly opened her eyes to look at Maia, and then, deliberately closed them again, trusting in the older woman. She sucked harder as Maia flicked her fingers faster up and down the little triangle of sensitive flesh. Babs moaned again as she fed, and she began to fondle her own breasts in response to Maia’s ministrations.
“That’s it, sweet baby,” encouraged Maia. “I want you to cum. You’ll feel so much better. Cum for me, sweetie. You can do it. ataşehir escort bayan Let yourself feel good.”
The combination of Maia’s fingers, her warm, milky breasts and words of encouragement pushed Babs over the edge. Her clit stood straight out beneath Maia’s fingers, vibrating and twitching as she went into orgasm. Her moans of pleasure were muted by Maia’s breast as Babs continued to suck hard, draining the last of Maia’s milk. She released the breast with an audible pop. Eyes closed, chest heaving as she rode out the massive orgasm, Babs began to cry again. This time, though, it was not distress, but relief. Maia slipped her wet fingers out of the girl’s waistband and held her as she trembled.
After a short while, Babs sniffled and asked “Won’t…won’t Steven be mad? I mean, that we just…that you…” her voice trailed off.
Maia gave her a squeeze, “No, sweetie, no. Steven isn’t like that. He knows that I like women, too, and sometimes, you just do what feels right in the moment. He isn’t possessive or jealous like that.”
“Besides. It was beautiful.” Steven’s voice from behind them made them both jump and turn their heads towards the tall, graceful man.
“Oh! Steven! You scared us!” said Maia, moving to help Babs into a sitting position as she struggled to sit up as well. Her breasts, now drained, were still exposed with their nipples taut in the cool air. Steven chuckled as he came around the couch to face the women. “I didn’t mean to scare you. But I caught the last of your experience together, and Babs’ orgasm was a thing to behold.” He glanced down at his pants where it was evident he was telling the truth. Maia’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “And Maia is right,” he continued. “I’m not mad. And not surprised, really. Something has been building for days now. You’ll have to tell me how this happened… but later. Right now, I think maybe Maia could help me like she helped you.”
Babs blushed, but didn’t say anything as Steven moved to stand in front of his wife.
Without hesitating, Maia swiftly unbuttoned her husband’s trousers and deftly pulled them down, easing the elastic of his briefs around his hard cock, letting it swing free. Dropping his clothes as he stepped out of them, she grasped his large member in her hand and guided it into her mouth. Babs’ eyes grew wide as she watched the older woman use her tongue to flick and tease the head of Steven’s large cock, making it swell even further. Then she pursed her lips into a tight O and began to suck hard on the tip, while using her hand to stroke and squeeze the shaft, her other hand reaching underneath to caress and fondle his sack. Steven groaned as she stroked and teased in just the way he needed. He moaned audibly, and as if on cue, Maia opened her mouth wider and let him sink all the way into her mouth. Her wet lips nearly touched his abdomen as he rocked forward, fucking her throat. Maia gagged involuntarily, pulling back, and plunged forward again to repeat the process, letting the tip of his cock feel her throat as it spasmed with each thrust. Steven held the back of her head, fucking her mouth hard with a few fast pumps, and then pulled away. He reached down to pull his wife off of the couch, and swiftly took her place next to Babs who was still staring at them with wide eyes. He noted with approval that her hands were back to pressing on the crotch of her shorts, and she was clearly excited by his and Maia’s exhibition.
He lifted Maia’s skirt, unsurprised to find that she was without panties. His fingers quickly explored her, and came away nearly dripping. He cooed into her ear as he pulled her onto his lap “getting suckled by a lovely teen makes you drip and swell, doesn’t it, Maia?” She blushed and nodded. “And making her cum?” Maia nodded again and then gasped as Steven thrust up into her. She widened her knees and pushed into him, taking him up to the hilt and grinding her clit into the base of his cock. She moaned as she rode him, feeling his large tool fill her. Steven pushed back into the couch and thrust upwards, meeting her as she pushed into him.
Babs watched as Maia leaned back and pushed a hand down towards her pussy, using her long fingers to stroke and rub her own clit as she had so expertly done to Babs just a few minutes before. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Babs reached down into her shorts again and began rubbing her own sensitive clit. Maia looked on with approval and gave her an encouraging “Oh, yes, sweetie, make yourself cum again. You’re so beautiful when you cum.” Babs leaned back on the cushions and rubbed furiously, desperate to feel another release. The sight of the lovely teen bringing herself off, combined with her own fingers and the pounding from Steven’s cock sent Maia into an explosive orgasm. “Ah, ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, fuck…yes…Steven!” she cried. The orgasm washed over her as Steven continued to pump into her. Beside her, Babs shook and moaned as a second orgasm washed over her. Maia felt herself coming down, her cunt twitching and pulsing rhythmically with her heartbeat. Feeling her contract around him was enough to send Steven over the edge, too and he began to spurt hot gushes of semen into his wife’s pussy as it spasmed. He threw his head back and moaned, shaking as jets of cum erupted into the depths of her cunt. His whole body shook and twitched, until finally he was still, the only sound from any of them was their ragged breathing as they brought themselves under control.
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