" Greg suggested. Grumpily, Grace grumbled. "Reconsider what?" "The breast feeding business!" "And, why - May I ask! - would I want to do that?" "Well....." Greg returned with a yawn, "If you went with bottles, I could pitch in and lend a hand. You know, as in I could alleviate you of having to attend to some or, perhaps all of these two o'clock feedings for you. You know, so you could get a good night's sleep. You know, like every once in awhile." "I mean, as it is now - You know, with you. ” I screamed.“Then?”“Suck them one after another.”“Then?”“Bite them; take those nipples in between my teeth and pull them.”“Do it my boy!”My mother lowered her body, helped me take her tits inside my mouth one after another by holding them and kept switching me between either side as I went through the motions, squeezing, tweaking, licking, sucking and even biting. My mother began moaning as our foreplay ended up inducing my dick again into a furious erection. It was hardening and getting. . Dan, I really can't take this anymore. I'm destroyed."He motioned to her to kneel beside him again. This time he quickly took her to her peak. Kelly knew that this time he was going to take her over so she moved quickly. She jumped on the bad, rolled over on her back and positioned her mouth below Cindy's now-gaping cunt. Dan worked on Cindy and took her over to her orgasm, then just maintained her there.Like the terrible night with Pete, Cindy just slumped forward with her knees still under. She returned the favor, and I came, but she let all but the first spurt (in her mouth) squirt on her tits. That was our only time in those apartments.************Long after I had moved out of the apartments and remarried, I tracked her down to a new apartment, where she lived as a resident.I'd visit every so often, as my daughter was ofter at my parent's house, and her place was on the way. She was no longer a drunk; but was in AA, and sponsoring other recovering alcoholics. I was pretty.