| Mother's Milk, Daughter's Submission A mother nurses her baby girl who, on reaching 8 years still adores her mother's milk, but must now accept that she is being watched. Ms. Brooks was a single mother. She lived alone with her daughter Leslie which, at the time Leslie was born was troubling to her since Leslie's Father was not in the picture. More specifically, Ms. Brooks did not know just who precisely Leslie's father was. The day Ms. Brooks gave birth to Leslie, she had resolved that she would nurse young Leslie, believing that it would accelerate her development; reading articles in this magazine or that, and even joining La Leche League, receiving mailers and information pertaining to nursing beyond infancy. Still, Ms. Brooks did not adhere to this behaviour strictly for the purpose of grooming her daughter, but also because she found the very idea arousing to herself. She had had many encounters with women in which the eroticism of kissing and suckling her breasts became a journey of self-discovery, and deep-down, since Leslie's infancy, she desired this newborn baby, who became a toddler, and a young girl, now aged four years and some months. "Ouch! You're hurting Mommy" she had said once to young Leslie, when Leslie had sprouted her front teeth and, at the age of two years, had begun to bite her Mother's breast rather than provide the sweet suckling to which Ms. Brooks--Chelsea--a woman of 26 at the time--had come to love and adore. Chelsea, despite the fact that her daughter had developed her front teeth, could not bear the thought of discontinuing the mouth to breast nursing of her baby girl. "Boo-ba," as her daughter said it at two years, was Leslie's little expression of desire for her Mother's milk. Chelsea would undress herself from the waist up, then proceed to undo little Leslie's baby clothes. Chelsea loved the skin on skin contact that this afforded: Leslie's nude tummy and chest against her own, and Chelsea would take the two-year old in her arms, holding Leslie's diapered baby bottom with one arm and stroking her bare back with the other while Leslie suckled Chelsea's nipple. Still, Chelsea found herself in difficult times as Leslie aged even though, as a single mother on the dole, money shortages were all-too frequent. Deep down, Chelsea resented men since Leslie's Father was ever-absent. She blamed herself for being easy, but detested that familiar sentiment among men, oft described among her ladyfriends as "find'em fuck'em and flee." It was among her ladyfriends that she discovered a pornographer, whose name is not important, or so she was told. A friend of Chelsea named April had a daughter a year older than Leslie, and the two young Mothers had been friends for some time. As such, they had shared the details of nursing their toddlers in spite of the social taboo, and in spite of the budding teeth of their infants, because each shared the same sexual gratification, unmentioned to the world, of their own toddler child suckling their breast: first the left, then the right. It was April who introduced Chelsea to this man: a man whom she would never meet face to face, but in written communication alone. All he asked was for video of Mother and Child, nursing, with the child unclothed, in exchange for 50 quid. Chelsea shuddered at the thought of being watched by anonymous payors who would likely be studying young Leslie's body in detail, but it was the financial troubles that returned to the forefront of her mind, so she agreed to make the first video. The pornographer contacted her shortly thereafter instructing her to purchase a digital camera and, among other simple instructions to maintain a discreet relationships, mail a memory card containing the video from a post some distance away from her home, to a postal box within mainland Europe in exchange for 100 quid. She was also advanced 300 quid for her troubles, and the purchase of the camera, with the promise that with increased degrees of eroticism and the satisfaction of "special" requests, the pay would be greater. All of the instructions would arrive by post, never electronically, and communications were to be destroyed after reading. On a summer afternoon, Chelsea set up the camera on a tripod in her bedroom and awaited young Leslie's request for boo-ba and began the recording. As it happened predictably at about five o'clock, Leslie came into the bedroom clad in a toddler's shirt and a diaper. Young Leslie took no notice of the camera, climbed to her mother's bed where Chelea sat at the head wearing a nightgown. "Boo-ba," the toddler demanded as young Leslie grabbed her mother's breast. "Yes, sweetie," said Chelsea and, in the same manner as always, removed her gown and Chelsea's shirt, leaving mother and baby covered in panties and diaper. Chelsea held her young daughter to her left breast, where Leslie began to suckle. "Remember not to hurt Mommy," Chelsea instructed Leslie, as Chelsea pulled her lips taut across her own teeth to remind young Leslie that her lips were for suckling, and Mommy's breast was not to be bitten. Leslie pursed her lips as instructed and suckled her Mother's breast. The baby girl could feel her Mother's hands: the left gently rubbing her bare back, sending chills up the length of it, and the right, cradling her bottom and occasionally rubbing her thighs. After a few moments, Chelsea switched Leslie to the right breast, the left still dripping with milk which Chelsea was careful to capture with the video camera. the milk ran between them forming a small puddle where their skins melded together: Leslie's tummy against the area beneath her mother's left breast while Leslie went on to suckle the other side. The simple act of nursing in front of the video recorder provided Chelsea with a little extra to purchase all manner of small things for herself and her daughter. As time passed, young Leslie became potty trained, and the diaper was replaced by little girl panties and the toddler shirts were replaced by dresses. At the age of five, young Leslie still asked for Boo-ba, but her modesty had begun to take effect. To the excitement of her own mother, Leslie would cry, "Mommy, why do I have to take off my dress?" "So it doesn't get dirty honey. Mommy will rub your back, just like always." But Leslie had become apprehensive since her Mother also rubbed her panty-clad bottom. Chelsea intentionally left Leslie in panties that were a bit small so that the panties would ride in her crack and also ride up, partly exposing her buttocks to the camera. Chelsea's long, pristine fingernails still stroked the little girl's back as young Leslie suckled her Mother's breast, but Chelsea also became unabashed about rubbing Leslie's developing bottom, paying particular attention to the line where her panties met bare skin. Chill bumps would cover Leslie's little legs and bottom and, over the course of many long minutes of suckling, young Leslie would forget that she was nude except for a pair of panties. She would relax, and suckle her mother's breasts as she had since birth. Leslie's modesty began to hamper the excitement of the suckling and stroking that Chelsea so enjoyed performing with her little girl, and Chelsea began to think it was time to wean Leslie and stop this act that she had enjoyed for so long. Then, a request came after some hundred videos of nursing. As Chelsea read it, she quietly became aroused at the idea that her little girl would be the subject of more erotic acts--acts which required her Mother's coercion. Young Leslie was to 'reveal' herself to the camera and read a short script. Chelsea read it for herself, and immediately felt a surge of wetness in her vagina as she did as she fantasized about the young girl performing the acts described in this new request. Chelsea could not resist placing a hand down her panties, lifting her evening gown first, and then slipping her hand down across the slit of her vagina and inside as she read the entire script. When she climaxed, she called for Leslie in a winded voice. She had to quickly regain composure as she heard Leslie approach. The most difficult part was to come: Chelsea had to tell Leslie that this would be videotaped and watched by people, and that she would have to be completely naked. Chelsea dared not tell Leslie that the videotaping had been going on for so long, so she moved the recorder prominently to the foot of the bed. When Leslie entered, she explained: "Honey, you know that Mommy thinks you are very beautiful don't you?" "Yes." Leslie replied. "...and did you know that other people think you are very beautiful also?" "Yes." "Do you know what this is?" Chelsea asked, pointing at the camera. "Yes." there was a brief period of silence. "Well, honey, Mommy needs you o do some things in front of the camera. You know that you and Mommy need money for the things we have, and Mommy needs to make a movie of you that people will pay to watch." "Like in the theatres, Mommy?" "No, this movie is very private." "What's 'private' mean, Mommy?" "It means that only a few people will see it because ... well..." chelsea stopped and looked Leslie up and down. "Sometimes, people want to watch 'private' movies of other people doing bad things. Private things." "Like what, Mommy?" Chelsea clammed up "Like when little girls ...um...." Leslie looked naively at her mother. "...um...to make this private movie you have to undress all the way, and say and do the things on this paper, and so do I." Chelsea handed the paper to Leslie, who read the paper. As she did, her eyes got wider and wider, when her mother said, "you don't have to, but it would really help us, and besides, Mommy loves being with you, nursing and touching, and kissing, and for the parts where you're by yourself, Mommy will be behind the camera with you. Ok, honey?" There was another moment of silence as Leslie finished reading the script before she finally replied, "Ok, Mommy." The script called for the little girl and the mother to make a detailed and painstaking video of the little girl (Leslie was not named) undressing and exhibiting herself, followed by a session in which Mommy nursed her little girl, but with both ultimately nude. though Leslie did not realize, some parts would be painful. In her naivety, she thought it would be easy: THE REQUEST: the first of many, if Chelsea and little Leslie performed the acts requested by the client, the two rehearsed and, after several days, made the video. The video faded in, with the bed in view. from the corner, the five year old Leslie climbed onto the bed, her mother standing behind the camera giving her cues. She stood on the bed in a short skirt and tank top, waving to the camera and starting her lines. "Hello all. I hope you like me. I am five years old...." she began in her still-babyish voice. "I am extra good, and I always do what Mommy says." "Tell us what you're wearing." came Chelsea's voice from behind the camera. "My tankie, my shorts, and my pannies" verbalized the little girl. "Tell us what you're going to do first." said Chelsea. "First, I'm gonna pull down my shorts." said Leslie, as she paused, then undid her shorts and pulled them to her knees. "Then lift my tankie" she continued as she tucked the hem of the tank top under her neck. "....so Mommy can take a video of my tummy..." she continued, her hands free to rub her tummy. She smiled at the camera, one finger alternately pressing and releasing her bellybutton. "In and out, In and out." "Now," Chelsea continued after a short while, "take off some more. We want to see more." "Ooo kay" said Leslie playfully, as she pulled her tank top over her head and off. Dropping to her knees, she scooted closer to the foot of the bed, and the camera, lightly holding her nipples with her thumb and forefinger on each side. "These are my nipples. I want boobs like my Mommy so I can nurse a baby. It feels sooooo good when I do this..." she said as she massaged her undeveloped little white chest. Her pink nipples creased and crumpled for the camera, which was zoomed very close now. The little girl continued, "I'm not supposed to take my tankie off, but Mommy said to, and I always do what Mommy says." "Pull your shorts off the rest of the way and turn round and round." Chelsea interjected for the camera, as Leslie complied standing, then pulling her feet together to remove her shorts. She obediently turned round slowly, giving the camera time to capture her little camel toed panties, then her back, covered in chill bumps from the cool air, then down, showing the tip of her crack, and her young, shapely bottom which her too-small panties barely covered. Leslie faced the camera again for her next line, "now I have to do the bad part and pull down my pannies." As she did, she shook her hips side to side and pulled her panties to her ankles and off. She giggled a bit but then continued, "Mommy said this is being bad, but I know you all want to see my privates." She arched her hips forward, still standing, pointing between her legs. "What's that, honey?" Chelsea asked. "It's my weewee, Mommy. Sometimes I open it like this." Leslie reached down and pulled her labia apart showing her little virgin hole, just like they rehearsed, setting herself close to the camera. "...and put my finger in like this. It feels sooo nice," she said, burying a finger inside her vagina." Removing her finger and moving up her baby anatomy, she flicked her pee hole then her clit. "This part feels really good." She said as she rubbed her clit. Her vagina began to moisten as she became aroused. She knelt down and laid back, rubbing herself to orgasm, just as they rehearsed. Finally, her open legs closed around her vagina and hand as she quivered as her mother quietly asked, "It feels very good, doesn't it?" "mmmmhmmm." Leslie replied. "What else Do you want to show us honey?" chelsea asked. Leslie knew what to do. "My bottom," she replied, as she stood up and looked into the camera over her shoulder. Chelsea moved around the camera, saying to Leslie, "What makes you so extra good?" "I always do what Mommy says." Leslie replied. "I need to work your bottom for the camera. Help Mommy by opening up and bending over." They both became a little anxious, Leslie, because she had never been penetrated anally, and because the cool air struck her anus as she complied with her mother's order, spreading her buttocks and exposing her anus. Chelsea was anxious because she knew this would hurt her baby girl in a very private place. Chelsea placed her thumb flatly against her little girl's anus. "What do we call this, honey?" "My bummyhole." "What does Mommy need you to do?" "Mommy needs me to ask...um..." Leslie hesitated, "Mommy, stick your finger in my bummyhole." "What comes after?" Chelsea asked the little girl. "Boo-ba." Leslie replied. With that, Chelsea took her first finger and pushed it steadily into the little girl's anus. Leslie squealed a bit, "aaah...aaaah. ow." Chelsea was quick to bury the finger in her baby, until chelsea's knuckles pressed firmly and deeply against little Leslie's quivering buttocks, her opposite hand holding the baby's tummy. Chelsea stood Leslie up and they both looked at the camera. "Count for Mommy, honey." "One." Leslie began, "Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten." After ten, Chelsea removed her finger, and little Leslie said her last line for the camera. "Now I can nurse Mommy?" "Yes, baby. You did so well. Come drink Mommy's milk." With that, the camera rolled as Chelsea laid on the bed, completely naked, and Leslie curled in her Mother's arms. As Leslie reached for her Mother's breast with her mouth, Chelsea held the little baby bottom she had just penetrated, while stroking the little girl's back with the other hand, giving them goosebumps. As Leslie drank from each breast, her mother would occasionally reach between her baby's legs and rub her 'weewee.' More requests were sure to come. |