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I've just returned from a vacation to Leningrad, Russia, where I visited the famous Hermitage Art Museum. You are already wondering what this has to do with family love, but read on. At the Hermitage I saw an oil painting by the famous Dutch master, Peter Paul Rubens, called "Roman Charity". Seeing this painting gave me a great sexual thrill, since it recorded the same kind of experience I had recently in suckling my father back to health from a serious illness.
The painting depicts Pero, a handsome young woman, saving her imprisoned father, Cimon, from death by starvation by suckling from her milk-filled breasts. It is an emotional scene and represents the ultimate act of love and devotion. I'm sure not many readers of your magazine know that such an act of love was celebrated and approved of by a famous artist. It made me proud that I had shown my love in the same way and am not a weirdo for doing it.
My experience began when my mother died when I was about twenty-two, just out of college. I came home to take care of Dad, and after I got married, my husband, Fred, and I lived close by. I wanted to take special care of him since he was so distressed. We frequently hugged and kissed and were quite close.
About a year later, I had my first baby, whom I nursed with great delight. It thrilled me to have my big, firm boobs swell with milk and then have them drained to feed my baby.
About a month after this, Dad suffered from bleeding ulcers and needed surgery. The next day, I left my baby with a neighbor and saw Dad at the hospital. He was pale and weak, but improving. After a short visit, I said to him, "Dad, I'm so sorry to see you ill and suffering. Is there anything at all I can do to make you more comfortable and speed up your recovery?"
He looked at me for a few seconds and said, "Yes, Carol, there is. You can give me some of your sweet milk. That would be the perfect treatment for my poor stomach." As he said that, he reached to unbutton my blouse and massage a swollen tit.
Without hesitation, I said, "Of course. I'd love to give you some." So I locked the door, unhooked my bra, and my swollen mamas popped out bare. I leaned over him on the bed so that one tit dangled over his face. Without a word, he grasped it in his large, warm hands, and caressed and massaged it. As he squeezed the nipple, milk squirted on his face. He lifted it to his wide open mouth and engulfed the wet nipple and areola, and began to suck. In five seconds, I could feel the milk flowing, and as he pulled harder, it gushed out. I could feel his tongue whipping my nipple. A new excitement spread through my body from this new experience. My milk let-down reflex was in full swing, making my pussy tingle and my free breast leak steadily. I fingered my cunt and found it soaked and slippery with juice. All this really surprised me since it was so different from my son's nursing. I shivered and shook with orgasms as I never had before. He shifted his mouth to the other leaking breast and didn't relax his powerful suction till it was soft and completely drained.
He then dropped it and said, "That was fabulous - the nicest thing in the world you could do for me. I loved your mother's milk when she was nursing you, but haven't had such pleasure in years." We then enjoyed a big hug and kiss, and he sucked my empty tit for a long time.
Feeding him my milk excited me greatly. I couldn't wait to return the next day to "deliver" two full, turgid tits, full of sweet milk. I rearranged my baby's feeding schedule so he wasn't denied his full needs, but had plenty left for Dad. His strong suction and prolonged nursing, even when my tits were empty, had and immediate and noticeable effect on my milk production. My boobs swelled even more and produced more milk than I had ever thought possible. I visited and fed him twice a day for ten days!
Time won't permit me to describe fully the beautiful and exciting sex life that Dad and I have developed since he came to live with us. My husband travels a lot and thinks it is great to have Dad look after the house and yard and baby-sit, so I can pursue my hobbies. What he doesn't know is that the day I brought Dad home from the hospital, we simply fell into each other's arms and into bed and fucked our brains out till we were exhausted.
It started on the way home. He said, "I hope you saved some milk for me. My poor stomach hurts again."
I said, "You can have some right now," and pulled up my loose sweater to invite him to enjoy a bare tit and nipple. He leaned over, grabbed a tit in his mouth and began to suck vigorously. I pulled the sweater over his head so no one could see him nursing, even when stopped for a light. The idea of doing such a daring thing out in public made my pussy twitch as never before, and run with love juice.
When we got home, I lay down on the bed while he nursed the other full breast, pulled my pussy lips, finger-fucked me and tweaked my clit till I moaned with pleasure.
Finally, I cried out, "Get it in me. I want that fat prick deep in my belly. Fuck me hard!" He did, and left gobs of hot sperm in my cunt. We made love three more times that day before we were satisfied.
Now he sucks me dry after the baby is fed, and we fuck in his bed every morning after my husband leaves for work. Dad also suckles the "leavings" (which is plenty) after the baby's feedings. When my husband is away, Dad just gets in bed with me and is the most ardent lover anyone could want.
This has been going on for two years now, and I don't want to give it up. But I'll have to temporarily, because I six months pregnant. Dad's seed did it, and I'm glad, because we love each other so much. I know now what the Roman girl, Pero, felt years ago, and am glad this act of nursing a dear relative was made beautiful and immortalized by Rubens.