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Published : 22 July 2021
Davey's Journey Side Story - Mrs. Hampton and Carmen, Part I
Story code: F, g5, Lactation, nosex I sat at my desk, relaxing, drinking some warm tea that I heated up in my private office, and overlooking the empty classroom that wouldn't be filled until Monday morning. School had just let out for the weekend, and other than a few kids playing on the playgrounds, the school was empty of children. Many of the teachers were still here, as well as several of the administrators and custodians, but other than them, the school was pretty much empty. Okay, well maybe the school wasn't exactly 'empty', but there were far less people here than there were a couple of hours ago. I am a kindergarten teacher, and while some people might think the job is easy, because it doesn't require to much thinking when it comes to the lessons, well, they would be wrong. Remember, I'm dealing with a bunch of five year olds. Also, I still have to grade them, along with my other paper work. I also have to have parent/teacher meetings. Some of these are scheduled, and I can prepare for them, and some of them happen at the last minute. The last minute ones usually happens when the child has a medical problem, or is having behavioral issues. I took the last sip from my, and was about to head on home, when there was a knock at my class room door. “Can't be the janitor” I thought, “he's already been here.” I walked over to the door, and saw through the window it was Linda Jansen, one of my friends who I met in college, and the mother of one of my students, Carmen. I opened up the door, letting Linda in, with Carmen in tow. I noticed that Carmen didn't have her backpack, and thought maybe the little girl had simply forgotten her backpack, and they were here to retrieve it. “Hi Linda. Hello Carmen. What are you two doing back here” I asked. While I thought I knew what the answer would be, I was very wrong. “Hi Ann” Linda said, a little bit nervously, which told me that the reason why they were here for something other than a missing piece of property. I ushered the mother and daughter in, closing the door behind them. I was about to ask Linda what was going on, when she asked, “can I talk to you in your office? Privately?” “Certainly” I said, smiling, hoping to put some ease to the situation, and not alarm the little girl. I went over to one of my cabinets, and took out a sheet of paper that had and image on it that Carmen could color in. I handed the sheet to the little girl, and asked her with a calming smile, “would you like to do some coloring for me?” She nodded her head, and said “thank you Mrs. Hampton!” She then took the sheet from me, grabbed some crayons, sat down at one of the tables, and began coloring. “That should keep her busy for a little while” I thought to myself, as I opened the door to my private office, and let myself and Linda in. In my office was another desk, this one larger and more like the standard desk that most other teachers had. There was also a computer, some upper and lower cabinets, a small, stainless steel sink, a microwave, a couple of chairs, and a cot in case any of the children were to get sick or hurt, and needed a place to lay down on until one of their parents could come and pick them up. I sat down in my desk chair, and Linda sat down in the other, facing me. She looked nervous and a bit worried. “Can I get you some tea” I offered her, but she politely, yet quietly said “no.” This wasn't like Linda. As I said, I've known her since college. She was a lot more energetic than this. Always smiling, and not the fake kind of smile she was trying to put on. My mind was thinking, “whatever is happening to cause her to act like this must be bad. Could she be getting a divorce? I know with Johnathan being in the army and overseas half the time must be hard on their marriage, but she's never said there was any trouble before. Maybe she's pregnant again? I know when she found out she was pregnant with Carmen she acted like this too. Maybe something is wrong with her, or Johnathan, or God forbid, something is wrong with Carmen.” I put my hand on hers and asked, “what's wrong, Linda?” “It's... Carmen” she finally blurted out, and my heart sank, making me go even paler than I already was. “Oh dear God” I thought to myself, “please don't let it be cancer.” While I would wish this upon no one, during my first year as a teacher I had to witness this personally. One of my students, a little boy, had leukemia. He beat it, and now lives a pretty normal life, but seeing him go through all that, not to mention the fact that he would sometimes have to spend several days away from class, broke my heart. I'm not sure I can go through that again, especially with a child that I have known since they were a baby. I finally pushed my thoughts aside, and asked, “what's wrong with her?” Linda took a deep breath, and told me, “she has... idiopathic galactorrha.” I looked at her, confused, and asked her, “what's idiopathic galactorrha?” She looked at me, now more embarrassed than nervous, telling me, “she... produces... breast milk.” My eyes got really wide at this statement, and I had to ask, simply to make sure I was hearing her right, “Carmen, your five year old daughter, produces breast milk?” Linda nodded her head, and told me, “I know. It doesn't even sound possible, especially for someone her age, but, that's what's been happening to her for the past month.” “Why didn't you tell me about this sooner” I asked her. While I knew parents had a right to keep their children's medical conditions private, but that privacy could only go so far, especially when that medical condition could put them in a medical situation that could take them out of school for an extended period of time, or cause them to have a medical emergency at school, and the staff either not knowing what to do, or doing the wrong thing, making the situation even worse. “It's... rather embarrassing” she admitted, briefly putting her face into the palm of her hands before continuing, “and before you ask, it's not even harmful to her. She just leaks breast milk if something brushes up against her nipples a little to hard.” “Do you know what's causing this” I asked, some relief coming back to my face, knowing that this little girl's life wasn't in danger. The situation was certainly embarrassing, but not dangerous. Linda shook her head, telling me, “no, I don't. It has nothing to do with what she eats, and I've had my water tested see if there was something in there that was causing this, but nothing. The doctor says it's a medical oddity. He even confirmed it was actual breast milk, and not just a milky discharge like it normally would be, which makes it even more unusual.” “Does Johnathan know about this” I asked, wanting to know just who else knew about Carmen's condition. Linda nodded her head, informing me, “yes. He was in the doctor's office with me when the doctor told us what was going on. He wouldn't be shipped out for another week.” “So she's known about this for five weeks” I thought to myself. I was going to ask how exactly she found out that her daughter was having these problems with her breasts, but thought better of it, and instead asked her, “are there any treatments she's taking.” She shook her head, telling me, “until the doctor can figure out the reason why she is producing breast milk, they can't really treat it. The most we can do is reduce the amount of milk in her breast from time to time.” “How” I asked, curious as to what she meant, “like... draining her breasts?” “In a way, yes” she told me, now flushing red. “So... do you use a breast pump” I asked her, hoping that's what she did. I mean to only other options that I could think of were to make a hole in her breasts and actually drain them, which I highly doubt anyone would do to a five year old, unless there was no other option, or... “At first I did” Linda said, “but those things don't fit her right, plus they hurt her, so I have to... do it myself.” “You mean...” I began, knowing just where this was going. She nodded and admitted, “I have to suck my daughter's breast milk out every morning before she comes to school... with my mouth.” “Oh... my... God!!!” I blurted out. This woman had just admitted to me that she sucks her five year old daughter's breasts every morning before she comes to school! I think I need something stronger than tea to process all of this. Way, way stronger than tea. I briefly thought about just taking out my phone and calling the police right then and there, but I took a deep breath and decided that would not be the best course of action, as I would needlessly put these people in a bad situation, as she was clearly doing this for medical purposes, and while this wasn't actually medically necessary, it was being done to save her daughter from embarrassment among her peers. Even considering all of this, I had to ask her, “why not just... tape some padding over her nipples to absorb the milk?” Linda took a deep breath, and informed me, “that's what I've been doing for the past month or so, Ann, and it hasn't been much of a problem because they don't show under a sweater, but now that it's getting warmer, she's going to start wearing shirts, and those things show under a normal shirt, and especially if the shirt is tight fitting.” I took another deep breath, and finally asked, although I feared the answer, “what... do you need me to do?” Linda took a deep sigh, clearly regretting what she was about to ask me, and said, “when my daughter starts to... leak, I need you to... suck the breast milk out until it stops.” Yep, I definitely needed something stronger than tea! “Ann” she began after a long pause, “I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had any other options. It would either be this, or let my daughter suffer from the embarrassment of having to explain why she has pads taped over her tits! Plus, she doesn't like wearing them, and has only done it because she has to. Not only that, but sometimes those thing fall off!” She looked at me, desperate, and said, “Ann, you're the only person here I can really go to to do this. You're the only teacher that has their own, private office, so no one would see you doing it, plus you're the only teacher here that Carmen actually knows and is comfortable around. I know this is asking a lot from you, but my only other options are to use the pads, let her just leak, or let one of her friends do it.” I looked at her, shocked, and said, “let... her friends do it?” She slowly nodded her, confusing, “I caught a couple of her friends sucking on her breasts once. I'm not sure if it was purely to suck out her breast milk... or something else, but I don't want her friends to do it whenever she needs her breasts sucked on. What if they get caught? Or what if her friends don't want to do it any more? Or what if they're not at school? Plus, I don't want to get other kids involved anyways.” I took a deep breath, knowing I was going to regret this, and said, “I'll do it.” Linda gave me a hug, which I didn't return because I still felt pretty damn weird about all of this. I then asked her, “what exactly do I need to do?” Linda smiled gently at me and said, “you need to suck on each nipple for about a couple of minutes. Maybe more. You'll know when you get done when there isn't to much coming out, and it stops coming out when you push on her nipples.” “That's all” I asked, wondering if it was just as simple as sucking on her tits until she stops leaking. “Besides wiping off her nipples to make to get rid of any excess milk, as well as your spit, that's it” she told me, giving me additional instructions that I honestly already knew to do. “So... when does she start leaking, again” I asked, wondering if it was something that would just happen, or if there was something that triggered it. “Usually if something hard brushes up against her breasts, and that doesn't always happen, just some of the times, and usually in the afternoon when she's had a chance to build back up” she told me, letting me know that this probably wouldn't be a constant occurrence. “Is that all it” I asked with a deep sigh. Linda nodded her head, and told me, “it is, and thank you!” She then stood up, and said, “well, I guess it's time to tell Carmen the good news.” I stood up as well, and went back out to the classroom to tell the little girl what me and her mother have agreed to. We went over to the table that Carmen was coloring at, and I saw that she was actually doing a good job, coloring in the lines as best she could, and using colors that made sense. She was actually almost done when we sat down, awkwardly, in those little chairs that were designed for young children. Carmen stopped coloring, showed us the picture, and asked, “do you like it?” “I love it” Linda told her daughter, taking the picture before putting it down, and asked, “you know know what me and Mrs. Hampton were talking about, right?” Carmen nodded, telling her mother, “you were talking about my boob milk. You told me this morning you were going to ask her to suck out my boob milk when I start leaking.” “Well...” I spoke up, “I've agreed to do so.” “Really” she asked, excitedly, before exclaiming, “thank you!” She came over to me to give me a hug, which I did return, before telling her, “now only when you start leaking, and only if I'm here.” “What if you're not here” she asked, a little worried she wouldn't know what to do if she was leaking, and I wasn't here, as rare as that was. Her mother answered for me, “try to avoid brushing anything against your boobs, and if need be, find one of your friends that will suck on them, and find some place to hide.” “And let them suck my boob milk out” Carmen asked, wanting to confirm what exactly to do. Linda nodded her head, confirming to her daughter that's exactly what she wanted her to do. The three of us stood up, our little parent-teacher 'meeting' being over. We said our goodbyes, and Carmen and Linda left, with Carmen taking her picture with her. After they had left the building, I sat down at my desk, and thought about what had just happened. I just agreed to suck on a five year old girl's breasts, and drink her breast milk. After a few minutes I finally left to go home, but first stopping off at local wine shop to buy a couple of bottles of cheap wine. I needed to get drunk. It had been five days since my meeting with Linda concerning her daughter's medical condition. So far Carmen hadn't needed me to “help her” with that, but it had to happen at some point, and today was the day. The kids were outside on recess, and I was inside doing some cleaning. I would go outside and watch the kids, but it was sunny out, and I got sun burnt very easily, due to the fact that I had fair skin because of my Irish ancestry. I only went outside if it was very overcast out, or to blow my whistle to get the kids back in. The door to the outside opened five minutes after the kids went outside, and in walked in Carmen, wearing a pink shirt and a tan skirt. She closed the door, came up to me, and said, “I'm leaking, Mrs. Hampton.” I took a deep breath and took her hand, leading her into my office. I closed the door and locked it behind me, not wanting anyone to come in and catch us. I cleared off a area on my desk, and helped her sit up on top of it. I slowly took off her shirt, being greeted by her some what puffy nipples, that were now leaking what I assumed was breast milk, taking away my hope that this was one really bad joke that Linda was playing on me. Carmen laid down on my desk, and waited for me to start sucking on her tits. “I wish it was Friday” I thought to myself, “that way I can go home and get drunk.” I bent down, got close to her left nipple, opened up my mouth, and began sucking on her tit, gently, pulling out her milk, which if I'm being honest, was quiet tasty. She was giggling, and was clearly enjoying this, and while I hated to admit this, so was I. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian, or even bisexual. While I may have made out with another woman once, that was back in college, and I was very drunk at the time. Hell, I barely even remember doing it, and I don't even remember the other girl's name. I liked men, and have had sex with several in the past, but unfortunately I haven't had sex in about two years, since I broke up with my last boyfriend, who wanted me to quit my job, and become a porn star. I broke up with him after he even tried to set up a meeting with me and a porn producer. I kept sucking on her left tit, going from sucking on it gently and hard. Sometimes I would even take my mouth off her breast, and would lick around the tit a few times, getting an even better taste. Finally, after a couple of minutes I moved over to her right nipple, and began gently sucking on it as well. Carmen was clearly enjoying what I was doing, going between giggling and moaning as I continued to suck and lick her tit, getting out more and more of her delicious breast milk. If I'm being honest with myself, I also was enjoying what I was doing as well, and kind of didn't want this to end, even through I knew it needed to. Hell, I actually wanted to do more, and had to force myself to keep from putting my hand under her skirt, and start fingering her. I licked around her nipple's tip again, tasting the milk before continuing to suck on it for several more seconds before stopping, her breast milk's flow slowing down a lot. I removed my mouth, gave both her nipples a little kiss, and then gently pushed them both with my fingers, seeing that her breasts were done leaking milk. I almost thought about sucking on her little tits even longer, making the excuse that I wanted to make sure she wouldn't leak any more, but I knew this needed to end, so I took a paper towel from next to the sink, and wiped her breasts off. I sat the girl back up, and put her shirt back on her. She gave me a hug and a kiss, right on the lips, which shocked me a little, but I decided to let it go. I helped her off my desk, and opened up my door. She walked out to go back outside to play, but not before turning to me and saying, “thank you Mrs. Hampton. You do that much better than mommy does.” I smiled to the little girl, and told her, “your welcome, Carmen.” I watched as she ran outside, half of me ashamed for what I just did, and half of me wanted it to continue, and maybe even do more. I sighed, and decided to simply keep cleaning, until it was time to bring the kids in. 3,500 Words.
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