A Delivery to Remember

Special thanks go to CanadianM for editing this story. Unwisely, I worked on it some more after his revision so any mistakes found here will be entirely my own. This story is about my 'new found' fetish for breastmilk so if you're not into that then this story will not be for you.

As always, thank you everyone for reading. I'm not a gifted writer but I enjoy writing these stories so I will keep posting them even if it takes me such a long time to write them. Still working on "Behind the Scenes with Mom chapter 6". I'll finish it, I promise.

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That night was something special and I remember everything with such detail. I make about fifteen deliveries a night so my memory gets foggy, but this particular delivery changed my life.

The gate to the complex was closed.

I hate complexes. I get paid for each delivery, so the longer it takes to make the delivery, the less money I make. Sometimes it seems like apartment complexes, townhouse complexes, and gated communities are designed to be confusing, especially at night. Thus my hate for them. I instantly feel irritated at finding a closed gate with no code available to me. It was already 11:30 pm.

The customer hadn't provided a gate code so I had to text them. This happens all the time and it's frustrating. I can hear the clock ticking.

I work for a delivery app since turning 21. Technically speaking I'm an independent contractor and I accept delivery jobs for this one company, and blah, blah, blah. It's all done through the app, and I honestly feel like a slave to it. It actually pays better than you'd think. And it's only temporary... I hope.

In a situation like this one, the first step is to message the customer. People don't like getting phone calls anymore. I understand that, but this means I have to wait for them to text back.

I moved my car out of the way when someone else came to a stop behind me. When they opened the gate and drove inside, I followed right behind them. A minute later I received a text back from the customer.

'Great, the gate code'. I thought sarcastically.

I wasn't in a good mood but that would soon turn around.

Fortunately, she sent me another text explaining how to get to her place once inside the complex. To my surprise, it wasn't an apartment complex. It was a large gated community, so that was good. I had never had a delivery here before. The houses weren't huge, but usually wealthier people lived in places like this, which in turn meant better tips for me.

Her house was all the way in the back but her directions were clear so I didn't waste too much time in finding it. I parked in front and grabbed my mask and the bag with the delivery. It was quite a strange order, two 250ml bottles of vodka and a gallon of milk.

'Who orders this shit?' I thought before composing myself and ringing the bell.

Because of the alcohol, I had to check her ID to complete the delivery, which was another golden opportunity for time to be wasted. It's a miracle if they come out to the door quickly. It's another miracle if they have their ID ready. I just don't understand why they waste my time. They know I'm coming and they know they ordered alcohol.

Either way, as irritated as I can get, I always manage to put up a friendly face to greet the almighty and powerful customer. I'm still getting paid, no matter what, and they can leave me a bad rating if they are not happy.

A lovely face appeared at the door. I can always admire a female face. She had green eyes, deep black hair, beautiful features, and fair white skin.

"Hi."

"Hey, I got a delivery for Julie."

"Yeah, that's me. You can set it down right there, I don't have my mask."

"Yeah, well, I actually needed to see your ID for this delivery."

"Oh, right! Well I'm old enough honey." She said with a laugh as she opened the door wider and smiled. Then with a sweeping gesture she invited me to look at her and see that indeed, she was old enough to buy alcohol.

In fact, she obviously was at least twice the required age.

"Oh, um, yeah I think you're right... and I don't want to bother you too much but I do have to see your ID. It's required."

Those green eyes scanned me up and down. She took a step forward. "I'm sorry I'm not sure where I put it, can't you make an exception. I'm sure you can tell I'm old enough."

I couldn't help myself but look at her body again after she said this. 'Was she pushing her chest out or were those naturally shaped that way?'

She was wearing a simple cotton black nightgown. I immediately noticed the thin strings over her shoulders, which seemed to strain to hold the weight of her breasts.

She had a very nice rack and the gown was cut low enough to reveal some cleavage, but that's not just what my eyed stared at for a few seconds too long.

No, it was the shape of her breasts, their big round shape. Those melons stretched the fabric and filled it; they were at least the size of my head. As my eyes moved down I saw that the nightgown ended just above her mid-thighs. She had great legs too.

"What was that?" I asked after not listening to her question.

She repeated her question.

"I believe you, no offense but I believe you're over 21. It's just that..."

She interrupted me, "What gives it away?"

"Um, gives away what?" I asked cautiously.

"That I'm old? Is it the wrinkles?" She pointed at her eyes.

"Oh, no, no... not at all." She didn't have wrinkles that I could see.

"Is it my figure? It's not what it used to be." She looked down at her body and then back at me.

I smiled though it wasn't on purpose.

"No, it's no..." I couldn't find the words.

"Is it my breasts?"

"Ah!?..."

"My boobs are not what they used to be. What other proof do you need?" I noticed she now had a playful tone in her voice.

I laughed, a little embarrassed but I agreed with her in my mind. That rack had some years on them that you wouldn't find in a girl.

Those years made them better, if you asked me.

I couldn't think straight, they had more weight to them, and it was something about how she carried them that had me flustered. I tried my best to not just stare at them, though I couldn't help but glance at them.

"It's just that I need to scan your ID, otherwise I'll get in trouble." My face may have turned red as I spoke.

"I'm just teasing you honey. I'll find my ID but do come in." She laughed and walked inside her home leaving the door open.

Normally I wouldn't step inside. It's against company rules and it's not the smartest move, but when she turned around I couldn't help but follow her. Her hips swayed left and right as she walked. I bet that was a very nice ass under that nightgown.

I love boobs like anybody else but I must admit I get a bigger boner for the ass. If only I could...!

"Have a seat honey."

I sat on the couch immediately to my right and looked around. The place was spacious, an open concept design. The living room was to the right of the entry, and the kitchen and dining area to the left. The dining table was what divided the space. I sat on one of the two couches in the living room. The couches were arranged in an L-shape with a coffee table in front and a TV on the wall. The couches did not touch each other, in the spacious area. From the couch that I sat on I was able to see the kitchen. I had never thought about it before, but I liked the design of the place. It wasn't big, but it felt spacious. Someday I would like to own a place like this.

She walked towards the kitchen to where her purse rested on the dinner table and began shuffling through it.

She kept looking through the purse and I could hear keys and other things moving as she searched. Then she came and sat next to me.

She was angled away from me and still rummaging through the purse, and her nightgown was shifting up and up in that position. I admired her thighs. She had to be purposefully teasing me. Her gown kept threatening to rise up with every shift she made.

"It's got to be somewhere in here. I'm sorry it's taking me so long."

"It's not a problem ma'am."

"Oh, you're calling me ma'am now? I'm so old you're calling me ma'am and yet I still need my ID." She seemed to pull something out of the purse. "What's your name honey?"

"I'm John."

"Well John, can we both agree that I'm old."

"I wouldn't call you old, ma'am."

"What would you call me then?"

She handed me a card. Before I looked at it, she pushed her legs between mine and sat down on my right leg. She brought up her phone chest high, and started to scroll through it, "Let me see."

At first I didn't know how to react. There was only a very thin layer of clothing covering this woman. I looked down at her bare legs. I turned sideways to glance at the card she had handed me. It was her driver's license. She was about 50 years old and her license was expired.

"See, this is me when I was eighteen." She showed me the picture in her phone, she had smaller breasts back then.

"Then I became a Mom and well, as you can see this happened." Her eyes glanced down at her big breasts. "You're very young so you might not know what I mean."

My face was now only a couple of inches from her boobs.

"Is that really you in the picture?" I asked.

"Yeah that's me can't you tell?" She moved the phone away from me to look at it herself. Then she moved it back to my face to show me another one, and another one, and another one. "Here see? Of course I didn't take them with the phone. It was a long time ago when we didn't have cellphones."

She showed me a blurry picture in which she wore no top. Her breasts were smaller in the photo, but not tiny and she had large nipples.

"They are much smaller ma'am."

"Indeed they are honey. But it's not only that... It's difficult to explain but a woman's breasts are very different from a girl's."

I looked back at the picture and then at her face again. "Your face hasn't changed much but I'm still not sure." My right hand moved from her lower back to the top of her butt.

She smiled. "Let me think about that...mmm... how can I prove it to you?"

"They're not...?" I eyed her with playful suspicion.

"What? Oh, no, no. Of course not, they're not fake. Here." She grabbed my left hand and placed it on a breast. She put her hand behind mine, pressing it tight to her breast.

"There's no plastic is there?" She said.

"I'm not sure." I said.

"How can you not be sure?" She pulled down the nightgown to expose the breast nearest to my face. "What do you think?"

"It's the same nipple." I whispered at the sight. The areola was large and light brown. The nipple itself wasn't big at all, but it was pointy. Her breast was huge and smooth. I was mute for a second. "... It's just that..." I placed my hand on her bare breast and squeezed lightly. "It's just that it feels... harder than I thought."

"That's not plastic honey I can assure you." She let the other one free. It was quite a sight to see her liberate her breasts. "At least tell me if you like them?"

"I do." I couldn't stop staring and lightly feeling them.

"Pass me a bottle. I think we're past the age checking problem!"

The bag with the vodka was on the couch near me. I handed her one of the bottles, she opened it, and took a sip. "Would you like a drink?"

"I think so."

"Go ahead then." She said, and then, and with a nervous smile in her face, she put the cap back on the bottle. Her words were commanding but her face showed vulnerability. I thought for a second that she too was nervous about my response.

I understood her meaning. My tongue found her nipple first, licking it a couple of times. I kept my eyes on her face while I opened my mouth and took into it as much tit as I could. I wasn't expecting such huge tits to feel so firm but I would soon find the reason for this. Her invitation to drink wasn't an idle threat.

She moaned into my ear. Suddenly I felt my tongue tasting and feeling something different. My eyes must have widened as I realized it was milk from her breast.

"Ah!" She softly moaned again, a mere whimper. I moved off her boob and took a look at it. Whiteness smeared around her nipple. I looked up at her face to find her blushing. "Be a good boy and drink up." She whispered, "Please..." She added because I hadn't moved. There was a cry for help in her face but she need not have worried. I moved in for her other tit.

"Yes, that feels so good... it's what I needed... ah, ah... my husband won't get near my milky udders."

Every single word was a turn on for me. I felt my growing cock now pushing up against her thighs. She stood up as best she could manage since I wouldn't let her succulent tit fall out of my mouth. Thankfully she didn't go anywhere. She simply spread her legs to sit on my lap face to face with me. Or should I say tits to face. With both boobs in front of my face I could give them better attention.

I caressed one with my hand while my mouth was busy with its counterpart. The taste was great and the feeling of her boob in my mouth was amazing. Her hands were on me but I did not even realized what they were doing.

Her breasts would've been enough for me to live off of, but why deny myself more? While my right hand played with her left nipple and my mouth sucked milk out of her right tit, my left hand found her smooth naked thigh.

I did not look down because my face was busy, but I knew her legs were spread and it was an invitation not to be denied. I moved my hand all over her leg before placing it in between her legs. I felt her panties and I was about to move them to the side when noises made her stop me. She grabbed my shoulder and pushed me off her breasts. I looked up at her green wide eyes as she listened. Another noise made her stand up.

"Shit, that's my husband."

Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true!

It hadn't even crossed my mind that her husband would be home. I stood up rapidly to head for the door but my arm was pulled in the other direction.

"What?" I asked.

"Here, hide here." She pointed at the spot between the couches.

"Are you crazy?"

"Don't you want to finish what you started?" She asked while pulling up her nightgown over her breasts.

We heard another door open, and you could tell how much closer this door was by the speed in which I threw myself at the floor between the sofas.

I sat on my ass making myself small by holding my knees to my chest. I was in the intersection between the two couches. She sat on the couch where I could see her, with her phone near her face. She casually scrolled through her phone's screen which illuminated her face. I was wondering about the kind of trouble I had gotten myself into. More of her legs were now exposed but while they looked stunning, I had other worries.

I could make out the husband's barely audible steps. Then I heard the refrigerator open. My boner had subsided as I waited, listening carefully to the man's movements. A chair scraped the floor and he sat down at the table. A minute later I could hear him eating.

"Did you order the milk?" His voice cut through the silence.

"Yeah." Her tone was dry. A chair scraped against the floor again, followed by footsteps coming closer towards me, then he stopped. The sudden return to silence made me try a peek, though I feared I would meet his eyes. I couldn't see him, but I saw his hand lift the bag I had delivered off of the center table.

"You bought this shit again?"

"So? What do you care?" Her eyes left her phone for the first time.

"I don't like it."

"It's not for you so you don't have to like it."

"No shit it's not for me." He threw the small bottle of vodka next to her on the couch and returned to his chair. "I hate the smell of alcohol when you come to bed."

"What smell? I barely even drink and it's Saturday for fucks sake?" She replied.

"Well I don't like it."

"You don't like anything." She commented in a quieter voice. She turned towards the bottle on the couch, grabbed it onto her lap, and then scooted over closer to me. She lifted her left foot in the air. She didn't look at me, and I just stared at her foot as it moved to her right, then to her left, then down, landing on my crotch. I opened my legs for her foot.

She looked up at her husband while her foot massaged my crotch in small circles. It felt good.

This kept going for a couple of minutes. Since things felt a bit safer, my boner had returned, and I made myself a bit more comfortable by stretching my legs as much as I could.

As quietly as possible I pushed the couch, the one in front of me, and the one she was sitting on, a couple of inches away. I could see the shape of my cock in my pants. I grabbed her soft naked foot and pressed it against my length letting her feel the hardness. My pants were in the way but I wanted her to feel how much bigger my cock was than her foot.

She removed her foot, and proceeded to lie down on her side. Her feet moved away from me, but her head was now much closer. Her right hand held her phone while her left hand found the length of my cock. I had to move my hips closer so she could touch me.

I saw a subtle smile in her mouth before she whispered, "Take them off."

Was I pushing my luck?

I struggled to stay quiet while I pulled off my pants. She seemed to enjoy my struggle. She wanted to laugh but contained herself to a big smile hinting at giggles. In my struggle, I accidentally pushed the couch which loudly moved! She laughed out loud to cover up the sound, but I froze.

After a few seconds of suspense, "That damn phone." He complained angrily.

"Leave me alone." She responded.

After a few second she continued. "You love to complain about everything, you've become such a bitch."

"Look who's talking."

"If you weren't such a fucking baby."

"You disgust me."

I had removed my pants completely. I was glad to see my boner packing my briefs impeccably. Her eyes saw it and that flare-up anger of just a moment ago turned into that subtle smile once again. Nothing like seeing a woman smile at the sight of your cock.

But now she was too far. Her hand couldn't reach my shaft no matter how much she stretched.

I weighed the possibilities in my head.

He would have to leave at some point. At least I hoped so, but it was most likely his next move. Judging from their lovely conversation, I assumed he wouldn't come kiss her goodnight. Thus felt pretty safe in my hiding place. Plus I now had a nice view of her cleavage.

And yet... I would probably be seen if I did what I wanted to do. No doubt I'd be visible once he stood up to leave. But she kept playfully stretching her hand and I strongly desired for her hand to reach me.

So I moved slowly. I turned around as tightly as possible, and then I pushed myself until my back hit the couch she sat on. Now I was facing towards the kitchen. I couldn't see him but I knew I would once he stood up. I could hear him eating and then I heard big breasted Julie move on the couch.

I saw her hand come into view from above my head. Her elbow settled between my chest and shoulder. Her forearm extended across my stomach and her hand patted my balls and cock delightfully. She didn't waste time with that and was quickly stretching out the elastic waist on my briefs. My briefs were much easier to remove. I raised my hips and pulled down my briefs just enough to free my cock and balls.

My cock sprung upwards slapping her hand, and for that her hand retaliated. Her fingers wrapped around my cock as far as they could. She had a beautiful hand. Soft and small, with clear but shiny short nails. She jerked me with short strokes between the base of my head and the middle of my shaft. My cock grew yet some more.

Then her hand stopped. Don't get me wrong, I loved what her hand had just done, and yet I think I enjoyed what came next even more. She opened her hand and moved it around my cock. She grabbed the head then patted it with her fingers before continuing to move around it. Her hand was exploring. Not strokes, just her hand moving around my cock.