Life as a parent is really difficult and exhausting, but today fortunately my husband went out taking the little one with him, and I had an afternoon of pure relaxation. You were very kind to stay with me the whole time. You are my brother-in-law, and I really appreciate you. You are always nice and sweet to me, my sister is really a lucky woman to have married you. Huh? The phone rings, my husband warns me that he will be stuck in traffic for hours because of a serious traffic accident. Fortunately, he has an extra bottle with him for the little one! But I begin to suffer from the missed feeding, and my breasts begin to leak milk, soaking the bra I was wearing with two large wet spots. You join me in the room where I am changing and we move to the bed to chat. Hours go by and not even a shadow of my husband... the discomfort I feel in my breasts now is terrifying. Even the contact with my clothes makes me ache. I feel that my breasts are so clogged with milk that they might explode. Uh? Do you really want to help me? Would you do this for me? Would you suck the excess milk from my breasts to make me feel better? I've always said you're a golden boy, come here on my lap... Gently, I nurse you, pushing my big breasts deep into your throat, my sweetish milk floods your mouth, and I immediately feel better. Perhaps it was my plan all along... the fact is that now that you have swallowed my milk and relieved the tension in my breasts, I will relieve the tension you feel between your legs by swallowing a different kind of milk... yours.