Mrs. Cunningham, Part 2

by Isabel Noddeland

Later that evening when the kids were put to bed Mrs. Cunningham sat down to think about what had happened that day. She was still shocked by her own reaction to both the nursing incident and seeing her daughter put the pacifier in her mouth. How could she be turned on by this at all? This is sick, she thought to her self. It's these kind of parents you read about in the news. The kind of pervert pedophiles that go to jail for abusing their own kids or some one else's kids. She remembered she just had read about a female kinder garden teacher in Georgia that was accused for abusing three small girls in the kinder garden and also charged for molesting her own daughter. Mrs. Cunningham did not want to end up in the news like this woman did. The woman was found not guilty, but every one was thinking that it must have been something going on...

Mrs. Cunningham started her laptop in order to find out more about this topic. She surfed the net for news about child abuse. To her surprise she found a lot of cases were women was accused for having sex with young girls and boys. This was all very shocking to her, but for the third time this day she felt a tingling between her legs. "What is going on with me?" she thought. I should not have such feelings. It's sick, it's perverted!!!! She kept on surfing the net for other stories about the topic. She found her self very intrigued by these stories. She now found her self looking for erotic and pornographic material with this topic. She convinced her self that it could not hurt just to look. It seemed that she at this point lost her moral, at least for the moment.

She found pictures of mothers nursing, mothers dressed naughty, pregnant women having sex and a lot of other things she never before had believed she ever would see. Mrs.Cunningham is getting in a state of arousal. She is slowly letting go of her moral values. She feels herself drawn to pictures and stories of sexual nature involving young girls and their kids.

Suddenly she hears crying from her little baby girl and that tears her out of her trance of sexual desires for a moment. She realizes that it has gone 4 hours since her baby last got food.

She pick up the baby, changes the babies diapers, wash the little baby nice and clean. All the time suppressing her sexual tension and desires.

She brings the baby back into the living room and sit down in the sofa to nurse her little baby girl. She opens up her maternity bra and notice that her breast are swollen and leaking small droplets of milk from the nipples. She grabs a wet tissue and clean her breasts. The cool feeling of the wet tissue makes her nipple erect even more. With the nipples still leaking, she let her baby girl latch her lips around her nipple and at the same moment she feels a rush go through her body and her crotch immediately moisten and making her panties wet. She cannot hold back any more. She let all moral limitations behind and move her hand down into her wet panties. She knows how wrong this is, but at the same time she cannot stop it. Maybe it is the "illegalness" of the setting that makes Mrs. Cunningham so very horny now.... She inserts a finger in between her outer lips. Sliding it up an down her wet slit. Brings the finger up under her nose, smells it and insert the finger in her mouth. Tasting her self.... This is so very wrong she thinks to her self, but it is to late to turn now. Smelling and tasting her juices while her little baby girl was sucking her milk from her sensitive nipple was the naughtiest and most erotic she had ever experienced. She was completely driven by a sick lust and craving for her own pleasure at this time. She got more moisture from her slit and rubbed it one her free nipple. She then let her baby swap to the other breast. She could not hold back any more.... seeing her baby suck her own juices from her breasts was to much. She had the strongest orgasm ever.

When she came about after her orgasm, she was feeling the old shame come back to her. "What kind of mother am I?" she thought... but there was more to come.

End of Part 2.