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Subject: {ASSM} Adaptation: Helping Aunt Breast Pump
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DISCLAIMER:  Contains adult content. All characters, situations, and
locations are purely fictional.  The content may contain ideas or
wording based on stories by other authors.  This adaptation is
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    Kenny Morgan was engaged in one of his newly favorite pastimes -
that of fantasizing about his attractive aunt, Nancy Belding.  His
first recollection of being attracted to his mother's younger sister
had come only recently. Now as a student in junior high, his head was
swimming with thoughts about his lovely aunt even though he only saw
her infrequently.

    His aunt, who was in her mid-thirties, was an attractive woman
with light brown hair who had what Kenny had observed to be a
spectacular figure and shapely legs.  She also had nice boobs, or so
he assumed, given how she filled out the front of her dress top.

	Family get-togethers provided his only real contact with his
aunt. Kenny had observed that aunt Nancy typically dressed in a dress
or skirt outfit, nylons and high-heeled pumps.  The last few times, he
had amused himself by seating himself on an opposite side of the room
from his attractive aunt and trying discretely to get a good view of
her nylon-clad thighs and lingerie underpinnings.
    
    There had been some occasions that he found particularly
stimulating. These 'sightings' featured his aunt in various standing,
sitting, kneeling and bending poses while dressed in skirt, hosiery
and high heels.  A few times he had even seen her with her high heels
off and exposing the darker toe portion of her nylon stockings.  He
had found this particularity stimulating, although he preferred her
with her high heels on.

   His aunt had delivered her second child some months before.  He
remembered the last time that he had seen her, she had been wearing
maternity clothing.  Now she had regained her figure and her boobs
were bigger than ever.  He was old enough to know that was caused by
the fact that she was nursing her newborn.

    As the day had moved on his aunt's tight-fitting skirt had
apparently become uncomfortable because he noticed that she had
unbuttoned several of the buttons that rose from the hem of the figure
clinging gray skirt.  The house had become somewhat warm and Aunt
Nancy had removed her gray suit jacket.  He guessed that she had not
intended to do so when she dressed earlier and had only given in to
the warm room temperature.  Her white blouse was quite sheer and had
afforded an enticing view of her white nursing brassiere beneath it. 
She had not certainly not worn a full slip, probably so she would have
an easy time breast-feeding.

    She had been seated in a low slung chair talking to several of the
other women when her movement caught his eye.  As casually as he could
manage, he fixed his gaze on his aunt.  Her skirt had ridden high on
her nylon covered thighs as she moved, and he was captivated by the
pose which she had unintentionally struck for the benefit of his
attentive eyes.  Above the waist her bra was clearly outlined beneath
her sheer white blouse.  Her slit-front skirt had ridden high on her
nylon encased thighs.  It was obvious from the dark brown top bands
and the glimpse of one garter clasp together with a peak-a-boo look at
a bare inner thigh, that Aunt Nancy had been wearing gartered nylons
with her high-heeled pumps.
    
    Kenny's nocturnal visions often focused on his well-endowed aunt
directed to her nylon covered knees in front of him as he opened his
fly to reveal his erect prick.  He imagined the kneeling beauty's head
moving forward as he directed his shaft into the warm moist confines
of her mouth.  With that thought of pent up lust he lay back and
pondered the fact that lovely Aunt Nancy was coming to stay for three
days at a time during which his parents would be out of town most of
the time.

                           Part Two

    All Kenny really knew about his aunt Nancy's visit was that she
was an officer in a some women's organization that was having a
meeting at a local hotel.  Rather than stay in the hotel, Nancy had
accepted an invitation to use the Nichol's guest room for her stay. 
Much to Kenny's delight, his parents were committed to be out of town
to attend a meeting associated with his father's business for most of
the time.  He would be alone in the house with his attractive aunt.

   As she was driving in alone by automobile, Nancy had welcomed the
opportunity to stay at the Nichol's home.  She had always been fond of
her sandy haired nephew and it would be nice to be able to escape the
ordeal of having to stay alone at a hotel.  It had been very seldom
that she had traveled alone and she usually felt uncomfortable when
placed in the position of a single woman away from home.  Even though
her sister and her husband would be away it would be nice to have her
young nephew around the house to keep her company.

   She hated to leave her children, especially her new daughter, but
she was trying to end the breast-feeding.  It had gone on longer than
she had planned. Maybe a couple of days of 'cold turkey' would do the
trick.  She had a sitter she trusted and she had left an ample supply
of her own milk in the refrigerator.  Thank heavens for the breast
pump.

    It was late afternoon when Kenny answered the sound of the
doorbell to find his aunt Nancy standing on the front door step. They
exchanged greetings and Nancy kissed Kenny affectionately on the
cheek.  Nancy excused herself to the powder room before unpacking the
bags from her automobile.  As she walked down the hallway, Kenny
appraised the full roundness of her ass-cheeks beneath her knit dress
until she disappeared into the hall bathroom.

    Nancy Belding had driven in that morning so she cold attend the
after-lunch session of her meeting.  As was her custom, the attractive
woman was fashionably attired.  She was wearing a nice fitting maroon
knit dress, dark tan nylon stockings and high-heeled pumps in a shade
that matched her dress. Her light brown hair was neatly styled and her
make-up had obviously been freshly touched up, judging from the slight
lipstick smear on his cheek.  He had just begun to speculate on her
underpinnings when the door opened and aunt Nancy returned to the
foyer.

"Man, her breasts are huge," he thought as he got a full front view of
his aunt walking down the hallway towards him.  Together they went to
her automobile to retrieve her luggage.

    Kenny let Nancy open the trunk compartment.  As she bent over to
retrieve her small train case, he stepped back and carefully examined
the tight fit of her knit dress as it stretched over her upturned
posterior.  The dress rode up slightly and exposed an expanse of the
backsides of her nylon-covered thighs.  Nearly caught staring, Kenny
moved at his aunt's direction and extracted her suitcase and garment
bag.  These in hand he led her back into the house and down the hall
into the guest bedroom.  The room was carpeted and nicely furnished
with a double bed, dressing table, small dresser and a chair.

   Kenny tried to come up with an excuse to stay in the room while his
aunt unpacked, but was unable to do so.  Nancy indicated that she
would join him
soon in the living room.  As she unpacked, Nancy mentally noted,
without really asking why, that her nephew was growing up.  With her
high heels on, she was only slightly shorter than he was.

    The evening passed uneventfully. The refrigerator had been well
stocked as she and Kenny were on their own as far as meal preparation.

                                   Part Three

Kenny was home when his aunt returned from the first full day of her
meeting.  He was surprised to see that the well-dressed woman had her
right hand all bandaged up.

"I tripped on my high heels and stumbled, jamming my hand into a door.
 My fingers are so numb I can hardly move them.  The doctor said that
in a day or two the trauma will probably abate.  Until then, I'm, er,
a little incapacitated."

Kenny grimaced in sympathy as he said, "Now Aunt Nancy, if there is
anything that I can do to help you, just let me know.  Okay?"

Nancy nodded and went upstairs.  She knew she had a problem.  Her
breasts were positively sloshing to be 'milked'.  She had worn a beige
knit dress to the meeting.  Given that the dress fit her snuggly, she
had not wanted to endure the embarrassment of having her nursing bra
show as a lumpy undergarment.  Thus, she had worn a regular lace front
bra over her milk-laden breasts.  She had placed an adsorbent pad over
each nipple. She had looked positively great, but now she needed to
pump out her breasts.

She only had to be in the bedroom for several minutes to realize that
there was no way that she could do it by herself with her hand banged
up the way it was.  Descending the stairs, she found Kenny in the
living room.  "Kenny,  I have a little problem.  I need your help. 
But, you need to promise me that this is just between us.  I mean,
your a growing young man, and, and, well, I need to pump the milk out
of my breasts and I can't do it with my hand all banged up.  If I let
you help me, you need to be, ah, discrete.  Can you do that?"

   Kenny couldn't believe his ears.  This was like some fantasy come
true. "Of course I'll help you.  You are my aunt, after all.   And,
whatever this is, it will be just between us. I swear. Okay?"

   "Okay," Nancy replied. "There is a complication or two....  And, I
have to get  my breast pump."
  
    Nancy blushed furiously at this last admission. Seizing the
opportunity, Kenny asked, "Now, Nancy when you want me to help you
with anything, just ask.  If you would even find it easier if I sort
of take charge, so to speak, just let me know."

    Nancy was non-committal on the second point but turning on her
high heels she followed Kenny down the hall.  She couldn't go on like
she was.  Her milk-filled breasts were nearly bursting. Kenny told
that she should first go upstairs so she could freshen-up if she
needed and then get the breast pump. Kenny motioned his aunt to ascend
the stairs.  Standing just at the bottom of the steps he was afforded
an excellent view of her shapely nylon encased legs as well as the
lacy hem of her slip which he could see was white in color.

   Kenny waited for his aunt.  Nancy had suggested that they use the
kitchen in case there was any mess.  She also thought that the kitchen
would reduce any notion of intimacy as she knew that Kenny was going
to get an eyefull before they were done. She arrived shortly, high
heels clicking on the wooden floor as she entered.  She set the breast
pump on the counter.  Kenny looked in amazement.  He had never seen
such a device before.  It was really quite simple - a suction cup, a
squeeze pump and a collection bottle.
    
    Clearing his throat, Kenny took on a air of detachment as he
pointed out a stool he had set out for his aunt. For her part, Nancy
was impressed by her young nephew's apparent maturity.  She hadn't
thought about using a stool. As she started toward it Kenny caught her
arm and asked that she remove her high heels so as not to scratch the
floor.

   "Mom just had it re-finished and she's real fussy about it," he
explained.  Nancy kicked off first one and then the other of her
high-heeled pumps, marched to the stool and seated herself.  Kenny
studied the darker toe portion of her nylons as she adjusted her
position.  He felt a sudden surge in his groin area.

    Controlling himself, he waited for his aunt's lead.  The tall
stool on which she was seated was somewhat uncomfortable, particularly
as she was placing her nylon covered feet on the cross member between
the front legs of the stool.
Sensing she was still too tensed up, Nancy told Kenny to relax while
she walked around for a minute or two.  Seeing Kenny's nod of
agreement, Aunt Nancy slid off the stool and padded around on the
floor covering in her stocking feet.

    Anxious to not lose his opportunity, Kenny asked Nancy, "Want to
get started?"  He assumed that she would be more comfortable once they
got started.

   "Well yes, I guess so," Nancy replied, "but, I'm just trying to
figure out how to dress, or I guess I mean undress. I don't have any
button front tops with me."

    Kenny answered cautiously as he watched his aunt, "I don't think
that should be problem, Aunt Nancy.  You could just take off your
dress and lower the straps of your slip and then undo your bra or
whatever."

   Nancy was wearing a full slip under her dress and the thought of
getting half-undressed before her nephew, much less baring her
breasts, was not very appealing.  Sensing her indecision, Kenny tried
to put his aunt more at ease.

   "If you're worried about embarrassing me, I see my mom dressed in
all sorts of ways."

   How cute she thought.  He thinks I'm worried about embarrassing
him.  What about me? Looking at his innocent smile she relented. 
Overcoming her hesitation, Nancy agreed, "Okay, I guess it would be
alright."

    Cheeks reddening, Nancy turned around and asked Kenny to draw down
the back zipper of her dress. Her banged-up hand rested carefully at
her waist. As she raised her hair out of the way, Kenny complied
eagerly.  His cheeks felt warm with excitement.  He watched as his
lovely, mature aunt lowered and then stepped out of the beige garment.
 From the rear he could see her slip, which was form-fitting and had a
wide lacy hem which ended well above her shapely knees.  Kenny helped
her with the dress when he saw her wince with the pain in her hand.
Taking the garment, he laid it on a nearby kitchen chair.

 Kenny tried not to stare at the fullness of his aunt's lace encased
breasts as she turned to face him.  She padded back across the floor
and seated herself on the stool with her feet on a rung. He could see
immediately that her sleek stocking covered feet bottoms slipped off
the cross-rung of the stool. Kenny retrieved her pumps, walked over
and handed them to her.

  "I think it will be easier to hook your heels on the stool rung," he
said to her.  As Nancy replaced her heels using her good hand, she
shifted on the stool and caused her slip to ride high on her nylon
encased thighs.  Kenny could for a minute see the darker expanse at
the top of her stockings.  She was wearing nylon stockings and not
pantyhose.

    Trying to stay calm, he returned his attentions to his aunt, who
clad in white slip, nylons and high heels was perched before him with
little choice but to follow through with the pumping. Kenny looked at
the breast pump and then at his aunt.

   "I guess that I should lower the straps of my slip and slide it
down under my bra."  Nancy blushed slightly and did not look directly
at her nephew.  The straps of her slip slid easily off her shoulders
and the garment drooped somewhat exposing the tops of the lacy cups of
her bra.  She thought that she would be able to uncover one breast at
a time, but as she tugged on one bra strap she realized that her plan
would not work.  The bra was too firm to undo one cup at a time.

   Letting her slip slide down to her waist, she reached behind
herself and tried to open her bra clasps. The bra she was wearing fit
tightly due to her enlarged breasts and with her hand injured, she
could not tug the clasps far enough apart to open them. She would have
to ask Kenny to help.

"Kenny, you'll have to help me," she said. Kenny walked around behind
his aunt.  He reached out and unfastened the back clasps of her
brassiere.  With some difficulty Nancy got her arms out of both the
bra straps. Kenny peered over her shoulders and for the first time saw
his aunt's breasts naked, darker nipples and all. She removed the bra
and tossed it aside, pulling the front of the slip up once again.  The
straps of the slip were now beneath her arms.

   Kenny walked in front of his aunt as he waited for her.  He could
see her from head to toe.  The position of her legs afforded him an
excellent view of her nylon encased legs.  As she shifted her position
on the stool, her slip rode higher on her thighs.  As his aunt had all
she could do to cover her breasts, she did little to maintain modesty
and soon her dark nylon tops and garter clasps were visible.

   Kenny cleared his throat and she turned slightly on the stool. 
Each movement caused the top of her slip to ride lower on her breasts.
 Momentarily losing concentration, Nancy lost track of the lacy nylon
garment and it suddenly fell below her nipples and slipped down
further exposing the full lushness of her large, well-formed breasts.

    Before Nancy could react, Kenny caught another glimpse of her
exposed and erect nipples.  He could see they were leaking fluid.

    Kenny did his best to show no emotion and Nancy calmed herself,
sitting with both hands demurely holding up her slip front.  At this
point, she looked down and saw the leg show which she was providing
for her nephew.  Face red with embarrassment, she placed her arms back
into the straps of her slip and then pulled the hem down to cover the
tops of her stockings.  She wished that
she was now wearing pantyhose, but she had reverted to regular nylons
during her pregnancy and had a supply of expensive stockings.

    "I think that's enough of a show!" Nancy chided.  Her breasts were
sagging like water balloons. "I need you to bring me my nursing bra. 
It's in my suitcase.  I need to get proper support."   Kenny was
amusing himself looking at the breast pump and at first misunderstood
her.  Nancy started to get off the stool, but then remembered the
wooden flooring.   As she was removing once again her high-heeled
pumps, Kenny looked at her.  "Oh, I'll get your nursing bra, Nancy. 
No problem."

					Part Four

  He momentarily left the room.  A minute later, he returned with the
nursing bra hanging from his hand.

"I'd like to get in on, now!" Nancy said in a somewhat irritated tone
of voice.  The combination of her predicament and her nephew's
presence was wearing on her patience.

    Putting on his best boyish enthusiasm, Kenny replied, "Please Aunt
Nancy, just be a little patient with me.  I don't do this everyday you
know... especially not with an an attractive woman like you!"

    Flattered by her young nephew and not wanting to hurt his
feelings, Nancy relented.  "All right, but we need to get this done." 
She was suddenly more conscious of her state of undress. She was sure
her nipples must be visible through the lacy confines of her slip. 
"You'll have to help me get my bra in place again."

    Nancy again put on her brown high heels and hopped up on the stool

    Kenny picked up the nursing brassiere and moved it so he was
behind the stool on which Nancy was seated.  "You'll have to show me
how to position your arms," was Kenny's only comment.

    Nancy lowered her slip top and then slowly dropped her arms from
her breasts and held them out to her sides, away from her body.  Her
breasts now stood bared for Kenny to see.  Nancy Belding's face was
red.  Her breasts needed to be covered and supported.  Her
embarrassment deepened as she felt the milky fluid which dripped from
her nipples.

Kenny made his lovely, bare-breasted aunt endure her humiliating
position as long as he dared while he fussed with the straps of the
brassiere.  When he got things right, he held the garment up and
lowered it over her shoulders toward the bared breasts.

He placed the brassiere so his aunt's breasts were inserted into the
bra cups.  His lovely aunt immediately dropped her arms to her sides
to hold the garment in place.  When Kenny got the garment securely
fastened, Nancy tugged it into place.  Her enlarged breasts more than
filled the bra cups.

Kenny retrieved the breast pump and stood on Nancy's right side.  She
opened the flap of her right bra cup exposing her moist nipple.  She
told Kenny how to position the suction cup, holding up her breast as
she did.  When the suction cup was in place, Kenny began to squeeze
the bulb which created the suction.  Soon white fluid began to fill
the clear container.   Perched on a stool, high heels hooked on the
cross-rung, slip down to her lap, Nancy Belding was being milked by
her nephew.

Kenny milked each of his aunt's engorged breasts.  His hands got
bolder as he got the hang of it.  He was actually cradling his aunt's
large breast in the palm of one hand as he worked the pump.  The
dangling bottle filled slowly with the warm, white fluid.  Nancy
seemingly resigned herself to her predicament and sat with her hands
in her lap.  Apart from the embarrassment of having her nephew pumping
her, the sensation of being milked by someone else was quite pleasant,
in a strangely stimulating sort of way.

When the pumping was done, Kenny helped his bare-breasted aunt close
the front of her brassiere and then raised the straps of her slip back
on her shoulders.  He had secretly hoped that she might spend the
remainder of the evening dressed in her slip, but she retired to her
room and re-appeared once again fully dressed.


					Nancy's Dream

   That night Nancy slept fitfully.  The embarrassing experience of
having stripped to her lingerie, baring her breasts and then having
had her breasts pumped by her nephew weighed heavily on her mind.  She
had the strangest dream.

   Nancy pictured herself as having become a sort of milk maid under
the direction of her young nephew.  Wearing her two-piece beige dress,
stockings and her tallest dark brown pumps she had walked into the
kitchen, removed her high heels and padded in her stocking feet to her
'milking stool'.  Once on the stool, she had undone the fastenings of
her dress top and removed it.  Similarly she had removed her
brassiere.

   There she sat in a state of confused, dejected humiliation as she
endured the greedy eyes of her nephew.  Naked from the waist up, she
was dressed in the beige skirt of her dress, panties, garter belt and
nylon stockings.  Her dress top, brassiere and high heels had been
removed and were now where in sight.  Thus, the half-naked aunt sat on
a stool, her arms crossed to cover her large breasts and her nylon
covered feet resting uncomfortably on a rung of the stool.

Beyond her state of undress, the embarrassed woman was trying to
understand one more part of her circumstances.  Her breasts had
swollen beyond their normal size and milk was beginning to seep from
her dark hued nipples.  She knew that she was not pregnant again so
the only logical answer was that some sort of hormonal reaction had
caused her to increase her lactation.  She had no idea what might of
caused this.

   At Kenny's direction the lingerie clad aunt placed her arms behind
her back.  Her wrists were nearly even with the middle of the back of
the stool.   Because of the height of the stool, Nancy could not step
down on the floor without tipping over.  Her dark hued nipples were
solidly erect with embarrassment.  Moisture was also beginning to leak
from her milk-filled breasts.

   Any idea of fleeing had momentarily been taken out of her.  Running
in her stocking feet with her now milk-engorged breasts flopping
about, not to mention vulnerable to injury was not a very appealing
idea.  Keeping one arm over her breasts, she smoothed her light brown
hair and adjusted her skirt.  "Some sight I am right now," she thought
unhappily.

Kenny Morgan smiled as he looked at his now subdued subject.  The
elements of subjugation were often subtle.  Striping Nancy Belding of
her high heels exposed her nylon covered legs from thigh to toe.  As a
woman in her stocking feet she was automatically reduced in status
relative to anyone else in the room.  Her dress top had been taken off
as a matter of procedure.  The coup was of course removing the
brassiere exposing his aunt's perfectly formed breasts.  The fact that
the lovely orbs were now leaking the lovely woman's own milk just
added to her embarrassment and confusion.

Tell-tale drops of white fluid were beginning of leak down the bottom
surface of the lovely woman's breasts.  The liquid ran down her naked
torso and onto the top of her beige skirt.  The fabric turned a darker
color where the liquid came in contact with it.  Nancy's cheeks
colored with embarrassment as she endured the bemused stares of her
young nephew.

"Well, my lovely aunt Nancy, are you curious as to your predicament."

"My breasts," she replied, "they're so big.  What's happened to me?  
Why am I... lactating so much?"

"Oh, quite simple really.  For the past few days, you have been pumped
regularly.  Machine pumping enhances the hormone changes to your
breasts from pregnancy.  You, my dear aunt Nancy, have become a
veritable milk making machine. "

"But, how...?"

Nancy Belding sat in stunned silence.  Why had she not noticed the
change?  Why had she allowed herself let this happen in the first
place?  More importantly, how was she going to get out of here?

Just at that moment Kenny produced what appeared to be the lovely
homemaker's brassiere and shoes.

"I have the missing parts of your clothing here.  If you will promise
to be on 'good behavior' I'll let you put them on.  Your word?"

Nancy nodded her compliance.  "My word," she said resolutely.

"I have decided to make one or two changes to your dress which are
consistent with your new 'status'.  Firstly, as to footwear, I thought
somewhat taller high heels were in order."

Kenny produced her pair of maroon colored high-heeled pumps.  The
color was nearly an exact match of that of her flushed face.  The tall
heels tapered to a small resting point.  Her young nephew set the
pumps upright on the floor.  He motioned to Nancy Belding who slid off
the stool.  With her arms still crossed over her breasts, she padded
in her stocking feet to where her evil-minded nephew stood.  She
slipped one and then the other of her nylon covered feet into the
pumps.  They fit snuggly on her feet.

With her legs covered in nylon stockings from her short skirt to her
high-heeled pumps, she looked more like a cocktail hostess than a
homemaker.  Still she thought, better to have a pair of high heels
than have to parade around in my stocking feet.  She walked around
testing her new shoes. The heels were somewhat taller than those of
her normal routine. She would have to be more attentive than if she
was shoes with shorter heels.

"Okay, Kenny Morgan, you've had your little fun.  If making me wear
high heels is part of the deal, so be it.  Now, may I have my
brassiere...please?"

"Of course.  Just drop your arms and I'll fasten it in back for you."

Nancy fidgeted on her high heels.  Realizing who had the upper hand,
she slowly dropped her arms from her breasts and held them out to her
sides, away from her body.  Her breasts now stood bared for Kenny to
see.  Nancy Belding's face was a sea of red.  She almost lost her
self-control and pleaded to be covered.  Instead she resigned herself
to her humiliation which was made worse be the milky fluid which
dripped from her nipples.

Kenny made his lovely, bare-breasted aunt stand in her humiliating
position while he fussed with the fastenings of the brassiere.  When
he finally opened the back fastenings, he held the garment up and
moved toward the bare-breasted Nancy Belding.

He placed the brassiere so Nancy Belding's breasts were inserted into
the bra cups.  The lovely light brown-haired woman immediately placed
her hands on the bra cups to hold the garment in place.  When the bra
was securely fastened, Nancy Belding adjusted it so her breasts were
in place.  Her enlarged breasts nearly spilled out of the bra cups. 
It was then that she noticed something strange about garment.  Her
mouth gaped open as her hands examined the cups of her brassiere.

"Let me explain," Kenny spoke, "I had a necessary alteration made to
your brassiere.  I had to modify the bra cups so there will be ready
access to your teats.  You now have, shall we say, an 'always ready'
nursing brassiere."

With that he tugged at the material covering the tips of Nancy
Belding's breasts.  The material pulled back easily to expose her
turgid, dark red nipples.  Droplets of liquid continued to form on the
surface.

Nancy Belding gasped at this new revelation.  Instinctively her hands
went up to cover her exposed nipples.  As she stood balancing on her
new high-heeled pumps and covering her own nipples, she felt her
humiliation grow.

"You will do as you are told.  Right?"

"Yes, I will obey.  But I will not do anything against my will...,"
retorted the now angry aunt.

"Let's just test that. Ankles together, arms at your side.  Stand
still!"

Nancy Belding gritted her teeth, but quickly she moved her high-heeled
pumps together and let her arms hang down her sides.  She did not
move.  Kenny reached into the cupboard and removed an breast pump, one
designed to milk both breasts at the same time.

Kenny spoke to as if talking to himself. "Now, to attach the breast
pumps."

The young nephew moved to stand in front of Nancy Belding.  Without
ceremony, the nursing bra cups were opened to expose her dark-hued,
moist-tipped nipples.  To Nancy Belding's embarrassment, a suction cup
of the breast pump was attached to each breast.  A small pump with a
transparent vial hung from each breast.  A length of clear plastic
tubing was then attached to each.  The other end of the tubing ended
in a clear collection sack which was attached with a narrow belt
around Nancy's waist.  The belt also held a battery pack which powered
the pumps.

Kenny picked up a remote control and pushed a button.  The battery
powered pumps went into action as evidenced by a soft hum.  Shortly
the vials began to fill with Nancy Belding's breast milk.  The once
prim and proper aunt had been turned into a walking cow!

"Oh, please, no.  Take them off me," the humiliated woman implored.

Kenny ignored her.  "Listen to me, aunt Nancy.  Listen well and do
what I tell you!"

Kenny directed Nancy Belding to follow him down the hall and made her
stand in front of a full-length mirror.  "Tell me what you see.  Tell
me every detail."

"I see myself, Nancy Belding.  I am wearing my skirt, my stockings and
a pair of maroon high heels.  My bra has been altered.  Breast pumps
have been attached to my breasts.  Oh-hhh!"

He paused to let the visual image take effect.  "You have a new role
in life.  You are now Auntie Cow.  You are a pair of teats.  You job
is to make milk.  Say it!"

Compelled to obey, the large-breasted woman replied, "I am Auntie Cow.
 I am a pair of teats.  My job is to make milk."

Nancy Belding was made to repeat the lines time after time.  She was
made to acknowledge her role even after the pumps would be removed. 
With her breast pumps attached, she was made to as a maid, cleaning up
the house to keep he occupied while she was lactating.

	For the next several days Nancy Belding's life was a blur.  She
remained dressed in her nursing bra, skirt, nylons and high heels. 
The breast pumps remained attached.  When she was not eating or
resting, she was made to perform domestic duties to keep her occupied.

                                 Kenny's Dream

Kenny, too, had thoughts about his aunt.  He imagined that after
several days had gone by, he had taken charge and changed his
milk-breasted aunt's treatment.  Instead of the use of the small hand
breast pump, Nancy Belding was made to undergo a full milking at
regular intervals.

Each time the routine was the same.  An alarm clock would go off in
the house.  At the sound of the alarm, aunt Nancy would report
immediately to the 'milking room'. That was Kenny's new name for the
kitchen.

Nancy Belding's high heels clicked on the hard tile flooring as she
entered the 'milking room'.  She drew her nylon-covered ankles
together and placed her arms behind her back.  Her milk engorged
breasts fairly bulged out of the top of her blouse.  Much as she was
humiliated by being milked, the discomfort of her enlarged breasts was
more problematic.  Red faced, she did as she had been told.

"Auntie Cow reporting to be milked," she announced as she endured the
inspection of her nephew.  She was wearing a short, straight navy
skirt with a white blouse, nylons and dark navy colored high-heeled
pumps.

"Come, Bossie."  Nancy blushed as she walked forward on her high heels
and stood before her nephew.  Unbuttoning her blouse, she pulled it
from the waist band of her skirt and removed it. This action exposed
her large breasts supported in her nursing brassiere. Reaching behind
herself, she undid the fastenings of the covers of the bra cups and
opened them.  Her large breasts were dark hued nipples were exposed
even though they were encased in the lacy cut, but sturdy brassiere. 
The brassiere was secured in place by clasps behind her back.

"Please, milk me, Kenny.  My breasts are nearly bursting..."

Kenny smiled as he went behind the distressed woman and opened the
back clasps of the constricting brassiere.  Nancy Belding nearly tore
it off from herself.  Holding her bared breasts with her hands she
quickly moved across the room to the milking machine.  She sank to her
nylon covered knees.  Kenny let her kneel for a short time, tears
nearly forming in her eyes.

Nancy Belding took a position on her hands and knees, the tips of her
high heels pointing straight down at the floor.  Breasts sagging
beneath her, she crawled forward and moved her head between the
upright legs and above the cross-rung of the stool.  The stool was
sort of makeshift stanchion.  She placed her palms flat on the floor.

Then came the really humiliating part as the kneeling woman called
out, "Moo, moo.  Auntie Cow needs to be milked. Mo-ooo..."

Kenny smiled as he moved to distressed woman and secured a strap
between the legs of the stool become stanchion close to her neck.  As
the gap was narrower than her head, Nancy Belding could not extract
herself from her 'milking stall'.  Kneeling on her nylon covered knees
with her palms and the pointed toes of her high heels flat against the
hard floor, she was a cow waiting to be milked. Kenny attached the
large suction cups to Nancy Belding's breasts, one around each nipple.
 He fastened a strap around the kneeling woman's back to hold the cups
in place.

When Kenny was satisfied with set-up, he moved to the pump and flipped
on the power switch.  The suction cups went into action.  Nancy
Belding breathed in relieved harmony as she felt the milk being sucked
from her breasts.  She could not resist as she felt her short navy
colored skirt being slid up over her nylons and panties.

    Kenny returned with a camera and snapped several photos of his
half-naked aunt.  He paid no attention the cries on anger which Nancy
shouted at him.  Nancy suddenly realized that she was facing directly
into a camera and turned her head to the side in futile attempt to
hide her identity from the lens.  She knelt as she was and endured her
milking.

    When the pumping was finished, Kenny turned off the machine and
removed the suction cups.  He stroked each of her exposed breasts and
played with each nipple until it was firm to the touch.  His
shamefaced aunt pleaded to be released.  The lust on his face told her
that that was not to be the case.  Cautioning his aunt
to cooperate lest she tip over the stool, Kenny unfastened the waist
band of her skirt and forced it down over her hips and drew it off
down her nylon covered legs.

  Clad now only in white bikini panties, garter belt, nylon stockings
and navy colored high-heeled pumps, Kenny's attractive aunt struggled
with her neck strap, but to no avail.  Kenny meanwhile returned to the
camera and snapped more photos of his scantily clad aunt.

    Kenny returned to his aunt who had momentarily ceased her struggle
to regain her freedom.

   "No, no not those too!" Nancy cried, but Kenny paid her no heed and
roughly pulled her panties down to her ankles and removed them.  To
Kenny it was as if a dream came true... Aunt Nancy, helpless to defend
herself and clad only in garter belt, nylon stockings and high heels. 
Kenny stroked his aunt's inner thighs.  He was excited beyond even his
imagination.  Tenderly he fondled her dark furry pussy thatch,
ignoring his aunt's whimpered protestations. Her voice betrayed a
mixture of anger, shame and excitement.

    Kenny returned to the camera and snapped more photos.  When Nancy
refused to spread her nylon covered legs for him, Kenny placed a chair
on each side of the kneeling woman and calmly proceeded to fasten her
shapely ankles to a leg of each chair with a simple strap.  Thus her
legs were spread wide and her furry pussy thatch, as well as her naked
breasts were exposed to the camera.

    Satisfied with those photos, Kenny boldly fingered her moist slit.
 The amount of feminine dew revealed that his aunt, for all her
protestations, was also seemingly aroused.  Having no alternative,
Nancy allowed herself to enjoy the fingerings of her nephew. 
Periodically Kenny ceased his attention, and snapped pictures of his
aunt.  Pausing momentarily, he attached a remote release cable to the
camera and returned to his aunt.  He could now simply back out of the
picture and capture the full essence of his aunt's sexuality.

  Nancy was soon oblivious to the camera.  Her cunt slip twitched with
sexual stimulation.  Kenny sucked her nipples and continued to finger
her. She squirmed on her knees and mumbled, "Make me come. Please,
please my pussy wants to
come!"
    A sadistic streak in Kenny came into play and he slowed down his
attentions to her throbbing cunt hole.  As a further humiliation, he
made aunt Nancy tell him in explicit language what she wanted.  Not
sure at first what he wanted, the
distraught woman soon she found herself panting, "I'm a cow in heat. 
Breed me!  I'm a cow in heat.  Breed me!"

    "Then talk for me like a bitch cow!" Kenny demanded.  Again Nancy
was not sure what he wanted at first, but soon figured it out.  "Moo,
moo!  Moo, moo!  I'm a bitch cow in heat.  Fuck my pussy!" she
repeated.

   Each time she stopped 'mooing' the pleasure giving finger stopped
and she repeated her pleas to keep the pussy rubbing from stopping. 
At last she moaned loudly and came excitedly on his probing finger. 
Drained, she could only remain kneeling with her ankles spread and
head under the stool.  Kenny forced her to lick the moisture from his
finger. Nancy complied without comment and performed the demeaning
task. Kenny released the strap from above her neck and allowed her to
remove her head from under the stool.

    Nancy knelt without comment as Kenny removed the stool.  Surely he
would let her go now. She was surprised when her nylon covered ankles
positioned closer to each othe, still attached to the chairsby a short
cord. Kenny helped Nancy to a kneeling position, balancing on her
nylon covered knees and the toes of her high heels.

   "What next?" she thought.  "Please release me!" she pleaded. 

    Kenny responded that is was now his turn.  With that he forced his
lovely aunt to her stocking covered knees.  She was now bound on her
knees and clad only in garter belt,stockings and high heels.  Kenny
snapped several photographs of her in this position and then remote
shutter release firmly in hand, returned to stand in front of his aunt
who was kneeling like a bound postulant. Kenny methodically lowered
his zipper and pulled out his young erect prick.  Nancy looked up,
horrified and what she knew he expected of her.

    "Suck it!" came the command. "Milk me dry!  You can be my cock
pump."

   Nancy pleaded, but to no avail.  Unable to move, she was soon
bobbing her moist lips up and down her young nephew's cock shaft.  She
knew the camera was recording
her degrading act, but only wanted to get her ordeal over with. Soon
sensing orgasm, Kenny grabbed his aunt's head and held his cock head
in her mouth as he drenched her throat with his pent up load of hot,
sticky semen.  Only when he watched Nancy chokingly swallow it, did he
remove his cock from her mouth.

    Replacing his cock in his pants, Kenny removed the film from the
camera and left the room.  Returning, he unfastened the ankle straps
from his aunt and allowed her to regain her feet.  Knowing his aunt
could to threaten him with exposure to his parents or the police,
Kenny, as calmly as he could, told
her, "Before you say anything, remember that I have the pictures.  If
you say anything about this I'll claim it was your idea and that you
seduced me. Remember I'm just a minor. Get dressed!"

     In a daze, Nancy padded around the kitchen and regained her
lingerie ensemble of panties and nursing brassiere.  Next she slipped
on her white blouse and navy skirt and with some difficulty fastened
the rear closure.  Walking in her high-heeled pumps she slowly
followed her nephew down the hall.

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