Little Brats: Ursula: Taboo Forbidden Erotica

 

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Little brat Ursula is a lactation consultant who wants nothing more than to get pregnant and have kids.  The man of the house would love to have more kids with his wife, but she’s not interested. 

 

After offering an unorthodox solution for engorgement to a friend, Ursula’s longing for a baby increases. 

 

She decides to give into her taboo desires and surprises the man of the house, telling him she’s very fertile and knows how to make both of their dreams come true, especially if it’s hot, hard and unprotected. 

 

 

Little Brats: Ursula

 

By Selena Kitt

 

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“It’s weird not being with the baby.”  Jill winced as she stretched out on the king-sized bed she usually shared with her husband.  There was a cradle set up beside the bed.

 

“I bet.”  Ursula flipped another page in Mothering magazine, reading an article on GMOs as her friend settled beside her.  “You’re gonna need to pump.” 

 

“Are you ever off duty?” Jill snorted a laugh. 

 

“Nope.”  Ursula gave a little laugh.  “I’m a lactation consultant and I’m with a new Mommy—even if you’re not technically a client.  Besides, boobs and babies are my thing.” 

 

Jill laughed out loud at that.  “Someday, Urs.  You’ll have one.” 

 

“Well…” Ursula shrugged.  “Have to have a donor first.” 

 

“Or a husband.” 

 

“Or at least a boyfriend.”  Ursula glanced at Jill as she pressed her palms to the tops of her breasts.  They filled out her t-shirt like ripe melons.  Her hair is still wet from the shower, making wet spots.  Or maybe that’s her milk leaking? “Hurting?”

 

“Yeah.”  Jill shifted, looking uncomfortable.  “But I have to confess, I hate that damned pump.” 

 

As if to prove this, Jill glared at the contraption sitting out on her dresser. 

 

“Nowhere near as efficient as a newborn,” Ursula agreed, flipping another page.  She wasn’t really reading now, just flipping.  “So Joe’s taking baby Mikey to visit grandma?”

 

“That woman hates me.”  Jill groaned, laying back and throwing an arm over her eyes.  “And she thinks breastfeeding is medieval.  Like, she was actually shocked that my two month old was still breastfeeding.” 

 

“Are you kidding me?”

 

“Girl Scout’s honor.”  Jill went up to her elbow, holding up three fingers. 

 

“That’s Boy Scout’s honor,” Ursula corrected with a laugh.  “And you were never a Girl Scout.” 

 

“True.”  Jill laughed.  “I was never good enough to be a Girl Scout.” 

 

“Yeah, we were bad girls.”  Ursula grinned back.  “Until you become an old married lady with a baby.” 

 

“Tell me about it.”  Jill snorted.  “Now it’s all poopy diapers and pacifiers.” 

 

“You aren’t giving him a pacifier, are you?” Ursula raised her eyebrows.  “It might make him refuse the breast.” 

 

“Only when he’s really fussy.”  Jill’s face reddened.  “And trust me, nothing throws that kid off the breast.  I just wish that I could say the same about Mike senior…”

 

Ursula looked at her friend, speculative.  “Uh oh.  Spill.” 

 

“Ha.”  Jill pressed a hand to her chest again.  “I just might.” 

 

“Seriously.”  Ursula leaned in closer, nudging Jill with her knee.  “What’s up?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know.”  Jill sighed, pressing the tops of her breasts with her fingers and wincing.  Ursula could tell that she was going to have to pump, and soon.  She wondered what it felt like, to have your breasts full up with milk.  She’d been a lactation consultant for two years, an apprentice midwife for three—just a year away from taking her test and getting her certification. 

 

She’d been helping bring babies into the world and getting them latched onto the breast for years, but she’d never experienced any of it herself.  Jill was the first of their little high school posse—they had two other close friends still in college—who had gotten married and had a baby.  Ursula couldn’t help being curious, considering her interests and her job.  She’d always been fascinated by the process of birth, and by extension, taking care of and feeding a newborn. 

 

“Come on,” Ursula prompted her softly.  “You’re doing so good.  Mikey’s sleeping four hours a night—that’s a miracle at his age.  He’s healthy, perfect.  Your husband’s a great guy, he’s got a great job, so you get to stay home with the baby.  What else could you ask for?”

 

“Sex.”  Jill said the word softly, tracing her finger around on the paisley pattern of the comforter. 

 

“Oh, hell, you have built in sex,” Ursula snorted.  “I wish.  If I wanna get off, it’s me and my Rabbit vibrator and a night of watching James Deen porn.” 

 

“Holy hell that man is hot,” Jill said, eyes widening, and they both laughed. 

 

Ursula thought Jill’s husband, Mike, looked a little like James Deen, and had wondered, on occasion, if he fucked like a porn star.  They’d been hot and heavy in high school, a couple since forever.  Mike had circumvented college, becoming an electrician and working in his father’s business, and they both had talked about having lots of kids early.  Little Mikey would be the first of many, Ursula figured. 

 

She wouldn’t have told Jill, but she was so envious of her life.  A hot guy with a steady job who fucked her often enough to get her pregnant? It might have sounded weird, if she said it out loud—especially since this was the twenty-first century, and she was a woman, so she was supposed to want to go out and do all the things men did in the work world—but what Ursula wanted more than anything was a husband and a baby. 

 

She just wished she could find a guy like Mike—a hottie who fucked her like a porn star at night, who wanted to fill her belly with babies. 

 

“But wait…” Ursula frowned at her friend, her fantasies shattered.  “He’s not… I mean, you haven’t… you know, had sex? Since the baby was born?”

 

“Nuh-uh.”  Jill shook her head.

 

“It’s been six weeks,” Ursula observed.  “I mean, more than.  Are you healed?”

 

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine down there, thanks to you.”  Jill smiled back at her friend.  “I didn’t even tear.” 

 

“I know.”  Ursula had been at the birth, which Jill had done at home in her giant Jacuzzi bathtub.  Gloria, the midwife Ursula was apprenticing with, had let Ursula lead the birth and catch the baby.  Mikey’s birth had been as uneventful as they come, aside from the cord she’d had to unwrap around his neck before he slipped into the world.  “So what’s the problem?”

 

“I think it’s my tits.”  Jill frowned down at them, like two ripe cantaloupes under her t-shirt.  She’d always been a chest girl, but now? She was like Dolly Parton.  Ursula’s own breasts were dwarfed in comparison.

 

“He can’t be complaining about the size.”  Ursula smirked.

 

“Well, no.”  Jill smiled at that.  “It’s the milk part.  He thinks it’s gross.” 

 

“What?” Ursula’s eyebrows raised.  To her, it was the most natural thing in the world.  Not only that, she had to admit, she found it kind of sexy.  What man wouldn’t? She didn’t get it.

 

“I don’t know, I think he just… it turns him off.”  Jill shrugged, pulling her long, dark hair over one shoulder.  “He calls me Dairy Queen.  It’s funny, but… it’s kind of…”

 

“Yeah.”  Ursula nodded.  She got it.  “I bet he’s just scared.” 

 

“Of my tits?” Jill hefted one in her hand, a gesture that was rather sexy.  “What’s to be scared of? They’re the same tits he couldn’t get enough of before Mikey was born.” 

 

“Yeah, but now they’re functional.” 

 

“Well, for fuck’s sake, if I felt that way about his cock, the man never would have gotten laid.” 

 

“True.”  Ursula snorted a laugh.  The human body was, truly, an amazing thing.  Sexual organs were multi-purpose, almost always.  Cocks were made for fucking—but they doubled as urine eliminators.  Pussies were made for fucking—but also for birthing.  And tits—great for pleasure, but functional as milk dispensers as well. 

 

“It makes me feel… I don’t know.  Unattractive.”  Jill sighed, slipping over to her back so she could stare up at the ceiling. 

 

“Are you kidding me?” Ursula touched her friend’s arm, her skin velvet soft.  “You’re skinnier than me, girl, and you just had a baby a few months ago! Your body is incredible.  And Mike loves you.  Don’t think for a minute—”

 

“Oh, I know he does, but...”  Jill sighed.  “He just won’t fuck me.” 

 

“Have you tried seducing him?”

 

“Yeah.”  Jill laughed.  “But Mikey has a way of waking up, every single time.  And even when he doesn’t, every time I get turned on, my milk starts to flow and… then it’s all over.” 

 

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Ursula offered.  Jill blushed, looking at her friend, but she shrugged.  “Look, I’m a lactation consultant.  I can talk to him as a professional.  Let him know this is a pretty common issue, and whatever he’s scared of, he doesn’t have to be.” 

 

“The thing is… I heard Mike talking to Mitch at Mikey’s christening.  He didn’t know I was listening.” 

 

“Mitch?” Ursula perked up at the mention of her stepfather.  “About what?”

 

“Mitch was asking, you know, about the baby, and how we were sleeping, and all that.  He sure does like babies…”

 

“I know.”  Ursula smiled.  Her stepfather was desperate to have one, but Ursula’s mother was insistent that she was done.  More than done.  Ursula was an only child, and her mother often said, if she had it to do over, she wouldn’t have even done it the first time.  “He’s come to some of our births—as a photographer.  He’s great at it.” 

 

“Yeah.”  Jill nodded.  “I wish he’d been available to do ours.  His photographs are amazing.” 

 

“My mother dragged him to that charity thing that week.”  Ursula rolled her eyes.  “So anyway, Mitch and Mike were talking…”

 

“Mitch was really curious about the breastfeeding thing.  Was asking Mike questions—and Mike said… He said he couldn’t wait for it to be over, so he could have my body back.” 

 

“He said that?”

 

“Yeah.”  Jill sighed.  “Mitch was really sweet—he told Mike just what you say.  That it’s the most natural thing in the world, but… well, Mike wasn’t hearing him.  Then Mike said… he said he didn’t want to share me.” 

 

“You know, lots of guys feel that way,” Ursula told her.  “But most of them get over it.  And, as the baby gets older, and things settle down, things go back to the way they were.  And remember, newborns feed a lot.  I mean, by the time Mikey’s eating solid food, you won’t be producing as much milk.  Mike will come around.” 

 

“Yeah and until then, I get to be sleep
and
sex deprived.”  Jill groaned. 

 

“Ugh, you poor thing.”  Ursula stroked Jill’s hair.  “But honestly, your marriage is strong enough to get you through this.  It’s always hard, after a new baby.” 

 

“I
wish
it was hard.”  Jill snorted.  “His cock, I mean.” 

 

“You can still take care of yourself, girl.”  Ursula dropped her a wink.  “Lots of women lose their sex drive after having a baby, especially if they’re nursing.  All that constant nipple stimulation.” 

 

“Oh fuck, it’s the opposite for me.”  Jill sighed.  “My nipples have always been so sensitive.  Now, they’re getting sucked twelve times a day, and I know I shouldn’t get turned on but…”

 

“It’s a natural response,” Ursula replied, shaking her head.  “Nothing weird about it.” 

 

“It feels weird.”  Jill sighed.  “Oh hell, I’m leaking.” 

 

Ursula looked down and saw two stains spreading on Jill’s t-shirt.

 

“See, all I have to do is think about my tits getting sucked, and look what happens?” Jill half-sat, looking down at the wet spots on her shirt.  “Owwww…”

 

“Hurt?” Ursula asked sympathetically. 

 

“They’re so full,” Jill gasped.  “It feels tight and hot.  It kind of burns.” 

 

“I’ll get the pump,” Ursula offered. 

 

“I forgot to wash it this morning, after I pumped so Mike could take a bottle to his mother’s.”  She nodded toward it, still sitting on the dresser, the tubing dotted with tiny white beads of milk.  “Ahhh fuck, this hurts.” 

 

Jill sat up, yanking her t-shirt off over her head.  Her white nursing bra was stained too, the wet spots spreading. 

 

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