Milk Me Mommy

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August 1971: Nebraska

It was only supposed to be for three weeks but now he was wishing the commitment was for longer, so much longer.

What she was doing felt so wonderful and he knew he was getting close. He also knew that she knew.

She had to be able to feel his nutsack tighten up in anticipation but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to go over the edge until he said it again.

Why did she insist on hearing it?

On hearing those exact words?

Todd raised his hips and started to thrust into her grasping hands. He loved the way they looked wrapped around his stiffness and the way the blood red fingernail polish contrasted with his pale stalk.

She loosened her grip in response to his thrusting and the frustration was palpable as he was so tantalizingly close. He wanted to grasp his manhood himself and finish the job but knew it would be so much better with the possibility of greater delights if he only played along with her little game.

“No no, not yet you naughty boy.”

“Please Mrs Jensen! I’m so close. Please!”

She squeezed his shaft anew and he lowered his bare ass once again to the straw floor in the barn.

The cows were quiet except for the chewing sounds they made while munching the hay bales.

They were contented after having been milked earlier by Todd.

Now Todd needed to be drained, needed to be milked.

Inga ran a thumb over his straining mushroom helmet, coating it with the precum that was flowing so freely now.

“My my! Your balls feel so full. So full of cream.”

“They are full. I’m going to burst Mrs Jensen. Please do it!”

“Please do what?”

“You know what.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

Inger said this while she was exactly sure what he wanted her to do.

She wasn’t going to satisfy him however until he said what she needed to hear. What she had missed hearing for almost four years.

Before her friend Lois Walker had so generously volunteered her son Todd to come and help her in the mornings for a few weeks before he went off to college she wasn’t sure she would ever hear it again. Now she was going to hear it, and she was going to do it, and do so much more.



Their first meeting was auspicious. Inger Jensen had accepted an invitation to tea from Lois Walker after having put her off several times before.

What had changed her mind this time was Inger having run into Lois Walkers young son Todd at the feed store the previous week.

He had helped her load her pickup truck and had smiled at her in a way that made her heart melt with longing.

It had also made her pussy moisten in an almost forgotten way.

“Let me help you with those.”

“Thank you young man. They are not really heavy but I hate to discourage politeness.”

“No problem Mrs Jensen.”

“Excuse me but do I know you? Forgive me if I don’t remember.”

“I’m Todd. Todd Walker. From the farm next to yours.”

When she stared at him without recognition he continued, “I’ve been staying with my grandparents for the past eight years. I’m back for the summer now before I set out on my own.”

“Oh my goodness! I would never have known you. You have grown up so big and strong.”

At this Todd blushed a little and then a little more when the blond widow squeezed his bicep.

“My Lars was very strong too, like you are.”

Her expression grew sad for a moment at this remembrance.

“I’m sorry about Lars Mrs Jensen. My mom phoned me when it happened. He was the big brother I never had. War is so stupid.”

“Not all wars are stupid young man. You are right about this one though. It was stupid and it cost me my boy. Enough sad talk. Are you going to be home long?”

“Just for the summer. Then I go off to college.”

“Good for you. Get smart. Make your Momma proud.”


“Mrs Jensen will be coming for tea this afternoon Todd, will you be around?”

“Mrs Jensen from the farm next to ours?”

“Yes. Of course. How many other Mrs Jensens do you know?”

“None I guess. But I thought she had always said no to you when you had asked. Why would she change her mind when you asked this time.”

Lois turned from the sink where she had been washing dishes and addressed her son sitting at the kitchen table.

“This time I didn’t make the call. She called here and asked if you would be joining us if she were to come over. I said I wasn’t sure but I thought you would be.”

“I’ve got nowhere else to be so I suppose so.”

“I wonder why she is so interested? She tried to pass it off as a casual question but I could tell that your presence was important to her.”

“I met her at the feed store last week, helped her load her truck. We talked about Lars for a moment or two.”

“Of course. She has been so lonely and withdrawn since he’s been gone. It must be three years now.”

“Four actually since he went to Nam.”

“So young. Too young.”

Lois added. “I’m sure you brought back some memories of him for her. She probably wants to pendik escort talk some more about him. It will do her good. She has been too repressed, too alone.”


This was the most exquisite torture possible but it had to end.

Inger was leaning over him now. He could feel her hot breath on his cock and when she ran her tongue over her lips he wanted to will her mouth down over his dick but he would wait.

She needed to control the pace he instinctively knew.

Todd had never experienced a blowjob although he had imagined what one would feel like. He had experienced being tugged off by his equally inexperienced girlfriends during his time in Ames at his grandparents. That was the extent of his sexual experience prior to the past few weeks. Furtive fumblings with virgin teenagers and counting second base as a major victory.

Now he might finally know what it was like to be blown, to be fucked hopefully.

He only had to say it. Why the hell not?

Had he not said it many times over the previous mornings?

If it was what she wanted to hear, needed to hear, so be it.

“Please milk me Mrs Jensen.”

Inger squeezed the base of his cock hard and looked up at him reproachfully.

“Mrs Jensen? You know better?”

“Milk me mommy. Please milk me.”

“That’s better. I will milk you my baby. Would you like a special treat?”

“Yes mommy.”

“Would you like mommy to milk you with her mouth?”

“Oh yes. Please mommy. Milk me mommy. Milk me with your mouth.”

“Good boy. Give mommy your cream now.”

With that Inger dropped her head down over Todd and engulfed his penis in one fell swoop.


“You like?” She said after slowly sliding up the shaft and coating it with her lipstick. The head emerging from her suctioning lips with an audible pop.

“Oh yes Mrs… er mommy. Oh yes mommy I do.”

“Good. I like it too. Now let’s milk all of the boy cream from those balls of yours.”

Inger bobbed her head down taking the eighteen year old once again into her salivating mouth. Her long blond hair tickled his balls while she swirled her tongue around his helmet head as she stroked and milked his shaft. Todds balls tightened further and she knew from experience that her reward was on its way.


At tea back in July Inger Jensen had dressed conservatively and had been very proper and appreciative of the invitation from Lois.

“I’m so very glad you decided to finally come over Inger. I don’t think we have had a nice friendly afternoon together since the funeral.”

“I believe you are right. I was such a wreck for such a long time that I wasn’t good company.

I think I may have been near a nervous breakdown for a while there. It’s time to get over it or they might as well bury me next to Lars and Peter.”

Lois had never met Peter Jensen as he had been deceased for many years before she and her husband Ralph and bought this place to get away from the hustle and bustle of California and to work on their marriage. The working on the marriage part was to no avail as it turned out because Ralph just couldn’t manage to be faithful for very long.

They had divorced when Todd was twelve but he had gone to stay with his grandparents a couple of years prior to that. This was purportedly so that he might be of some help to them as his grandfather had experienced a recent stroke.

Another rationalization for the move was that Todd would be able to go to better schools in Ames Iowa, but the major reason was that Lois wanted to minimize her son’s exposure to his father’s womanizing ways.

Their move to the heartland was an attempt to shield Ralph from the temptations of the free love environment of San Francisco as well as the drug culture he was becoming enamored with. It was no use.

Ralph was spoiled in so many ways and it was remarkable that he had ever fallen in love with and married a simple midwest girl. They had met at Berkeley where Lois had gotten a scholarship and where Ralphs wealthy parents had been able to send him.

Opposites apparently attracted but their differences made staying together difficult and eventually impossible.

Ralphs parents wealth made it possible for Lois to keep the farmhouse they had purchased and to receive a generous monthly alimony to raise their son. She was not very interested in farming and leased most of the acreage out and the Jensens farm had shrunk as well in the years since Lars death. Inger still had some chickens and and a couple of milk cows.

She had been raised to live off the land in Denmark and wanted to keep at it as long as she could.

“How long have you lived on that farm Inger? I don’t believe that I ever asked.”

“It feels like my whole life but not really. I was sixteen when my family came over from Denmark just before the war.”

“A lot of people were fleeing Europe around then I suppose.”

“Oh yes. Peters family had relatives over here in the US and they sponsored them. Our family followed just after they were settled.

“So maltepe escort you knew Peter over in Denmark?”


“I didn’t know that. Did you know that Todd?”

Todd had been quiet during much of the conversation and was having a hard time focusing on what was being said. He had been seated on the bench chair in the farm kitchen when Inger had arrived and she had seated herself next to the eighteen year old instead of across from him and next to Lois. He could feel the heat from her thigh as it pressed against him. Inger had slid closer to the young man when reaching for the sugar and had not moved to seperate since.

Todd could smell her clean freshness with just a hint of perfume. He had never given any thought to Mrs Jensen as a sexual being but then he hadn’t really seen her much since he was ten years old. His mother was seemingly oblivious to the subtle hints of her attraction to him that Inger was putting out.

“Todd. I asked you a question.”

“What was that mom?” Todd replied, emerging from his reverie.

“Did you know that Mrs Jensen and her husband knew each other over in Denmark before they ever came to America?”

“I don’t think so.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Inger said. “Peter has been gone so long. It seems like another life.”

“How have you been managing over there by yourself Inger? It seems like a lot of work for one person to manage even a small farm like yours.”

“It is hard. There are times when I could really use some help.”

“What kind of help Inger? What can we do?”

Inger hesitated some before responding to that question. She knew that if she started down the road she was considering it would probably change a lot of things for all three of them in this country farm kitchen.

“My hands have started cramping and hurting a lot the past few weeks. From the last time this happened I know that they need to rest. I was able to give them that rest then because Lars was still with me.”

“Rest from what?” Lois asked.

“I’m almost embarrassed to say.”

“Go on. We are friends after all aren’t we? No need to be embarrassed.”

“Well, the last time I had this condition the doctor diagnosed it as tendinitis and had me stop milking the cows for a few weeks. That cleared it up. I know it seems foolish to want to continue hand milking cows but it’s a hard tradition to break. I could sell the cows I suppose.”

“I can tell by your expression that you would rather not.”

“It’s in your blood after a while. I can’t afford a milking machine and it would hardly pay for just two cows. I can’t afford to hire help either. The perils of getting old.”

“You’re not old Mrs Jensen.” Todd offered.

“That’s very sweet of you to say young man but I’m older than your mother.” Inger said while she patted his hand with hers and pressed her thigh against his.

Todd blushed but did not move away from the contact.

“I was born in nineteen twenty three which makes me forty eight and I doubt if your mother has seen forty summers yet.”

“Forty one actually but thank you. Most days I feel every year of that forty one.”

“You don’t look it though Lois.”

“I think you both look great whatever the age.” Todd interjected.

“You are a dear. So well mannered and so strong too. You have raised quite the young man here Lois.”

“Todd.” Lois said turning to her son, “Do you think your schedule would allow for helping Mrs Jensen for a few weeks before you go off to college. Three weeks would give her just the time she would need to get over her tendinitis flare up.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose like that.” Inger said. “I’m sure the young man has a lot of other things he would rather be doing than milking cows for an old lady.”

“I wouldn’t mind. Really I wouldn’t. I don’t know how though.”

“I could show you. You certainly have the muscles for it.” As Inger said this she stroked his forearm from elbow to wrist. When she did so her right breast pressed against his upper arm. Todd shuddered and his cock strained inside his denim as it hardened with instant desire.


That first July morning when Todd arrived at the Jensens farmhouse door well before dawn was a very exciting one for him. It was the day after the tea at their house and he had agreed to arrive before dawn so that she could show him how to milk the cows. Lois had offered to come over as well but Inger had said she was already imposing too much on them and Todd would be able to master the task quickly in her opinion.

For his part Todd was glad his mother didn’t tag along. He had gotten a strong sexual vibe from Mrs Jensen and his teenage hormones and imagination were running wild. Had she deliberately rubbed her thigh and breast against him or was it innocent contact?

He had hardly slept and had masturbated twice during the fitful night. He was hard again as he stood in the darkness outside her door and knocked.

He was almost ready to knock again when the door came open and Inger stood there and smiled at him. She kartal escort had on a robe tied at the waist which was not doing a very good job of disguising her cleavage. Todd could also immediately ascertain that she had taken time to put on more makeup than she had on the day before as well as going heavier on the perfume.

“Good morning Todd. You are even earlier than I expected. I appreciate eagerness in a young man.”

When she said this Todd noticed that her gaze drifted to his bulging crotch.

“I am eager to get going Mrs Jensen. Like I said yesterday I have never milked a cow and I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“Don’t you worry. You won’t make a fool of yourself in my eyes. I’ll be gentle and I know you’ll get the hang of it quickly. Let me put some shoes on and then follow me to the barn.”

When they got to the barn Inger placed the milking stool and pail in position near the first cow who she called Betty. She rubbed her hands together to warm them a bit and then grasped one of the cows teats and squeezed and pulled expertly so that a strong stream of milk splashed into the pail.

After several pulls she changed spots with Todd and had him seated on the stool and reaching out to the cows udder. Inger knelt behind him and reached around his waist so that her hands could cover his and demonstrate the correct technique for milking.

Todd was intoxicated by her nearness and her scent. When she leaned into him he could feel her breasts pressed against his back and it seemed to him that he could feel her hard nipples through the material of her robe and his thin T shirt.

Inger was able to glance down over his shoulder and see the effect she was having on her neighbors son as evidenced by his tented jeans.

With only a few weeks to work with she knew she had to move fast and she resolved that she would.

When both cows had been milked Inger asked Todd to come into her kitchen so that she could fix him a breakfast.

He accepted gladly as it extended his time with her. He loved the way her full ass cheeks undulated under her robe as she walked in front of him. When she turned just so he thought he could catch a glimpse of a nipple through the opening in her robe.

Was she toying with him, teasing him, or was she putting out a real invitation?

Those questions were answered during that breakfast conversation.

“How do you like your eggs Todd?”

“Any way is fine.” he said to her full breasts when Inger bent to place his coffee before him.

“Scrambled?” Inger said from the stove, looking over her shoulder to see the teenagers eyes riveted to her ass. She was at this moment very glad that farm living had kept her in such good shape.

“I asked if scrambled was ok.” Inger said a little louder to break the boy out of his trance. He had been absentmindedly touching himself as he continued to ogle the buxom widow in the early dawn light.

“Uh, yeah, sure Mrs Jensen.”

“You did very well this morning Todd.

The cows were very satisfied.”

Inger did not have to look over her shoulder to know that the teenagers eyes were boring holes through the robe stretched over her cheeks. They jiggled with the extra hip action she added to the beating of the eggs.

“Its so good to see you again Todd. It seems a lifetime ago that Lars was teaching you to play catch and ride a bike. I’m also glad that you found time to help me. I hope I’m not making any of your girlfriends jealous by stealing you away like this.”

“I don’t have any girlfriends Mrs Jensen.”

“I can’t believe that!”

Inger in reality knew it to be true after having surreptitiously quizzed Lois on the subject.

“A young man needs a girlfriend.”

“I had a couple in Ames.”

“Good. Were they good to you? Did they take care of you?”

“What do you mean Mrs Jensen?” Todd said after swallowing a forkful of eggs.

“Did they make you happy?”

Todd just stared at her so Inger continued.

“Todd, did you notice how happy the cows were after you milked them this morning. That was because their udders were full and straining. They needed relief. They needed release. You helped provide that.”

Todd continued to stare and shifted in his chair to help reposition his teenage erection.

Inger continued. “Men need that kind of release too. You are quite the young man Todd. I guess I was asking if those girlfriends helped you to release.”

“I don’t know how to answer that Mrs Jensen.”

“Then let me ask you some direct questions. Answer me honestly and I promise that you won’t regret it.

Do you masturbate Todd? If you say no you are probably the only man or boy on earth who does not.”

“Yes.” Todd answered after a moments hesitation.

“Good. Did you masturbate last night?”

“Yes, twice.” This time the answer came more quickly.

“Do you find me attractive?”

“Oh yes!”

“Good. I could tell that you did by the bulge in your pants.”

“Did these girlfriends stroke your cock, make you come, milk you?”

“A couple touched it but no one has made it come. I had to do it myself afterward.”

“That’s a shame. It is so much better Todd when someone who knows what they are doing does the milking. It makes for contented cows and hopefully a contented boy.”

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