“Hey Jackie. Are you ready?”

I knew what that meant and I was ready for her. It was the morning of our second day of experimentation. It was normal for Alison to come by in the morning before she went to work, but this was going to mean something quite different for the next couple of weeks. We went to my bedroom to do our ‘thing’.

She started right in telling me what she had been reading and told me it could take as much as a week to get me to start producing milk. I had gone back to the belief that although having her suck on my tits felt really great, it wasn’t really going to meet the biological requirement for me to make milk. But after the hard time I had getting to sleep last night, I wasn’t about to stop her from trying.

I never locked my bedroom door, so I put my bean bag chair in front of it to slow up my mom if she should happen to pop in. I sat on the edge of my bed and Alison told me she was as worried about my mom as I was, so she really didn’t feel like making herself at home like in the tree house. Knowing we couldn’t casually go out there, she sank to her knees between my legs and asked me if I was ready. Was I ever?

I didn’t need to be at work for another hour, so I had left my bra off. That left me very accessible to her groping hands as they pushed up under my halter to expose me to the world. Naturally, my nipples instantly grew hard as marbles, which Alison took great delight in. Her lips went right to work on me and her hands were helping to squeeze my boobs to get them working. She stopped just long enough to tell me that she had read the night before about how the squeezing worked the same as squeezing an orange. It opened the sacs inside so my milk would flow, when it was there.

My hands seemed to be awkwardly resting on the bed beside me, not knowing what to do. But when she started to rub my crotch through my shorts, they instantly went on top of her hand. I didn’t try to stop her rubbing; it just seemed like the place to put them. Her moan told me she was glad I wasn’t stopping her. And when my body started to show appreciation for her hand being there on its own, I grew so embarrassed. I could feel my cunt muscles starting to undulate under the efforts of her hand, and that knowing feeling of clenching that meant she had gotten me to reciprocate in my desires. It must have been the slight movement that told her it was okay to go for more, because it was obvious she was trying her hardest to attack my clit through the thick denim fabric.

The hotter I got, the more I wished my mom had a job to go to. I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before Alison was going to get to see me lose control. I wasn’t sure how it was going to happen, but I knew she was going to get to see me cum. There was no way her hand wasn’t going to bring me to the point where I would need total satisfaction. I wondered if she had ever masturbated in front of anyone, or perhaps, had she ever masturbated someone else. Even though her hand got me totally hot and bothered, I wasn’t sure she could get me to cum on her own, and that would mean I would wind up frigging myself in front of my best friend.

Several minutes had gone by with her switching nipples sporadically, and I was on the brink of not being able to turn back. She may have been going for milk, but I was desperately close to needing a quick cum. When I was to the point of having to tell her I needed to get off, I put both of my hands on the top of her head and pushed on it. Girls knew this feeling all too well because it was the way we know a guy wants to get head. She looked up at me in shocked horror and I was suddenly humiliated. I had gone too far and she was about to freak out.

I said, “It’s your fault! What do you think all this suckling is doing to me?”

Instead of freaking out on me, she smiled a little and started to position her head to my crotch. Since she was showing willingness, I put my hands back on her head and started pushing myself against her mouth. I knew my shorts weren’t going to stay on for long, but I wanted to see how willing she was going to be. Moments earlier I was wondering if she would finger me, but now I was looking at the possibility of getting one of my wildest fantasies to come true. I had often wondered how well a girl could eat pussy ever since the couple of boys that I had let try had failed so miserably. She started to bite at me rather hard and I was about to go into automatic when I heard my mom’s footsteps in the hallway. I held her head still and listened.

“Bam”, the door hit the bean bag chair and Alison ducked her head as if to look under the bed. I yanked my top down and realized my hardened nipples might tell my mom that something weird had been going on. When she pushed her way in she had a strange look on her face, but just asked for my laundry. I told her I was getting it together right at the moment and Alison said, “I’m checking under her bed right now mom.”

Luckily, since we referred to each other’s moms as our own, it worked to ease the tension in the air. I could tell she knew we had been up to something, but I guess she figured it was benign and let it go. She grabbed my clothes and headed for the basement. Alison and I couldn’t believe how close we had come to getting caught in such an embarrassing predicament. And the damn girl wanted to continue. I told her there was no way we were going to finish and that she was going to be late for work. She was put off, but agreed and said she’d see me after work. I nearly ran to the bathroom to take a shower. With my mom already into housework, I knew the shower was the only really private place in the house. As soon as I fixed the temperature of the water, I went nuts on fingering my cunt and flicking at my clit. I don’ think I ever grabbed at myself so voraciously before. And although I got some instant relief, I knew that Alison was going to be looking for more this afternoon. I looked at my nipples as they started to whither, tweaked them a little and looked for any signs of milk. That’s when it hit me; will Alison drink my milk if I was to start producing? I knew I was going to have to start teasing her about that because once when I had walked into her just after giving her current boyfriend a blowjob, she had a dribbling of cum still on her lower lip. All she could say was, “Got milk?”

The day trudged by so slowly and I was wet most of the day. My own job seemed to drag on forever and by the time I punched out, I was ready for a fucking orgy. I couldn’t believe how much I had thought about sex all day long. At five sharp, Alison was at the entrance to the clothes shop I work at and had a couple of guys with her. She introduced them as old friends and said we were going for something to drink at Dinkie’s Diner. It was just a hole in the wall place we hung out at, so off we went. I sort of wished she had been alone, because I really wanted to get back to where we had been at this morning.

We made a bunch of small talk for a while and then one of the guys asked me if I wanted a puppy. It turned out that his dog just had pups (from an unknown source) and he needed to find homes. Alison took the opportunity to talk about her feeding her young and asked her friend if he watched the puppies nursing. I kicked her under the table because she was coming too close to our secret. But she wasn’t an easy girl to deter and kept on throwing a million questions about nursing at the guy. He was the farm boy type and took it all quite casually. He even mentioned how he had to milk the mom for one of the pups. I must admit that hearing him describe the process got both of our attentions, and I soon started to ask questions myself. Then Alison went for the juggler.

“Do you think a mother can give milk before she becomes pregnant?”

The guy so matter-of-factly said “Yes. As a matter of fact, most milk cows don’t ever calve before doing their part on the farms.” He explained how at a certain time, they went onto the milk machines and in about a week, they would start producing milk. The first few weeks were considered spoilage, but then they joined the main vat.

Then Alison said we had to get going, said a quick goodbye, and we headed for home. I scolded her for coming so close to letting them in on our secret, but she said they were friends from a much earlier age and not to worry about them. An interesting side note; the farm boy type was the very first guy she ever sucked off. She was only eleven and they were walking the river bank one day when he asked her if she had ever done it before. He was a couple of years older than her, so she wanted to be all grown up and said she had.

The moment we hit home, I grabbed for my books and we headed for the tree house. On the way out, I told her I really had to do some schoolwork pretty soon, as spring vacation was over in a few days. She told me I could always do a report on what I learned over school vacation. I thought how that might ace me an A, but also the strangest reputation in the world. Alison remarked on how we should go to my room since my mom hadn’t been home, but I told her we were much less likely of getting caught out here than in my bedroom.

We talked a little while we surveyed the scene around my back yard. I could tell she wanted at me so bad, but I was having fun teasing her. I asked her what she had thought about the cows and all, and she said she had her own cow to milk. I elbowed her a good one and told her I wasn’t a fucking cow. She said, “Not yet!”

She playfully wrestled me to the floor of the tree house and started groping at me through my top. I fought her off a little to encourage her, and it worked wonderfully. I got so horny when she held my arms over my head and ordered me to simmer down. Something about the way she talked to me was turning me on so much. She referred to me as a cow and called me ‘Bossie’, and then started squeezing my boobs rather hard. It was all so tantalizing that I left my arms over my head and watched as she started under my top to molest me yet again. I was determined to enjoy the hell out of myself this time around. I had been waiting all day to see if she wanted to go back down on my pussy.

I didn’t have to wait long before she asked if I would mind her giving my tit’s a little break and work elsewhere. Within seconds she was working to get my shorts off me. I held my hands still and was amazed to see her frantically working to get my cunt bared. I was so ready for the feel of her mouth on my labia and clit. I had frigged myself in the shower earlier wondering just how good she might be. She jerked and tugged my shorts down and off my legs. My shoes were thrown to the side and then her head was between my legs again. She kept her eyes fixed to mine as she hooked her fingers into my panties and worked them down my legs. The feel of the open air on my moist pussy sent shivers through me as my underwear disappeared.

I never had anyone force my legs fully open before today, but it felt good getting my most secretive spot exposed so publicly. She stared at me for a moment and I wondered strangely enough if my bikini cut was even. I had to close my eyes as she leaned into me and I felt her mouth envelop my entire cunt. I knew the way she was going about this that she had at least some past experience. I relaxed and just sought to enjoy the gentle probing of her tongue and lips. It dawned on me that my milking experience wasn’t getting fulfilled, so I started to grope myself under my top. I worked my fingers all around my pointed little cones and then worked my fingers to the nipples to tweak them as if milking myself. I wasn’t sure who was moaning the loudest, but it was sure that we were both enjoying the hell out of this.

When I couldn’t hold my bottom still and started to push up into her mouth, her hands reached up to replace my own. I felt so consumed by this girl that I put my arms back over my head and let her have her way with me. I could feel myself about to have a major orgasm when all of a sudden I heard a gasp.

I wanted to die. It was my mom, leaning on the floor of the tree house while still on the ladder. She caught me getting eaten out by my best friend. Before we even had time to react, she apologized and climbed back down. I struggled to get up, but Alison stayed put and told me to relax. I demanded that she let me go and that I had to talk to my mom. She held my thighs roughly and stated the obvious.

“We’ve already been caught, what more could happen?”

With that said, she went back to sucking at my labia like it was no big deal. And since I had been so close to cumming, I didn’t have the energy to stop her efforts. I don’t know how I got my mom out of my head, but my cunt muscles started their clenching again and I was back to where I had been in seconds. I grabbed for Alison’s head and held her tight against my pussy as I forced my lips against hers. She moaned like a wild woman and I felt her tongue going deep into me as I started to shudder my way through a fantastic cum.

I was out of breath and as soon as my muscles started to relax, fear set in as to what my mom would be saying to me soon. Alison started giggling over my fear and told me that if mom had been really upset at what she had seen that she would have stopped us. Leaving was a way of saying we were on our own. She spent several minutes convincing me that all was well and even said she would go to the house with me for moral support. I questioned the moral part of her statement.

After we pulled ourselves together, we slowly made our way into the house. Mom was folding some clothes and couldn’t look me in the face. Alison broke the silence by saying that it was just a one time thing done out of curiosity.

Mom was really calm and said that it was none of her business, and that I was eighteen now and could manage my own life. Then she added that she was just trying to find out what I wanted for dinner. We both had to laugh when she looked right at Alison and said, “I’d invite you to stay, but I see you already ate supper.”

I couldn’t believe mom was that cool.

I’ve had such an abundance of email over this story that I’ve decided to keep it running. Stop by every few days and see what’s new.