his new obsession

X

Sam is now one years old.
I drive to the daycare near my company to pick Sam up. I walk in the area, trying to spot my son when Mrs.Miller, the responsible teacher, greets me "Hello Mr. Marc, Sam will be out shortly, his nappy is being changed. As for today, he only drank half of his bottle and refused to drink the rest and he ate only half of his usual portion of vegetable puree."
"why? was something wrong?"
"i'm not sure" she responds, pursing her lips "oh and he also didn't nap like he usually did. He was quite upset today"
"oh, he seemed normal in the morning"
as if on cue, a younger teacher walks in carrying a frowning Sam. The second he spots me he smiles "Dada" one of the two words he can say.
she hands him to me, "hi baby" he wraps his hands around my neck at least as much as a one year old can. "Thank you mrs miller" i say as i grab his small bag from her hands and walk out. I notice he's slightly shivering and pressing into me. I strap him in his car seat, he starts getting fussy so i grab his bottle and place it in his mouth. He suckles it a bit before spitting it out and crying, I try again but he refuses to drink his bottle that contains formula milk.
lately, Leah changed his diet after confirming with his pediatrician. She started basing his diet on half breast milk half formula milk while adding baby puree and some soft solifds. He has two small bottom incisors and two small top incisors. He occasionally gets a fever because of his teeth development.
I place a pacifier between his lips, which he gladly accepts. I wipe his tear stained cheeks and walk to my side of the car.
We reach the penthouse, Sam now asleep. I place him in his crib and go change my clothes before grabbing my laptop and descending the stairs. The second i sit on the couch and open my laptop, he cries. I push off the couch, making my way to his room. I walk to find him red faced and crying while sucking a hand to his mouth. I lift him, glancing at the clock 3:16. It'll be an hour before Lea arrives.
I had a bad feeling when i was in the company, so i decided to pick Sam up early and work from home. I try the bottle again but he refuses, crying harder. I try some of his baby foods but he also refuses all, resorting to his hand. It's obvious that he wants to be breastfed. I call leah
"hello mr marc"
"oh hi Amy. Is leah busy" well obviously i knew that she's busy since her nurse is the one who answered her phone but i was hinting that i want to talk to her.
"yes she's with a patient right now, do u want me to tell her something or would you like to talk to her"
"i want to talk to her please"
"okay"
a few moments later "hi sweetie" her sound is slightly muffled, likely from her face mask.
"hi darling"
"is something wrong"
"yes, Sam has a fever and he barely ate half his food and milk" i say "he refuses to drink the formula"
i hear shuffling and then "amy can u clean up her mouth in the meantime and show her the colors of the ligatures" her heels click on the marble then the door shuts "how much of his bottle did he drink" her voice now clearer
"barely half"
"did he sleep"
"no, only a few minutes in the car"
"not even in the daycare?"
"no"
"fuck. well there's half a bottle pumped in the fridge, it'll be sufficient enough to put him to sleep, the rest spilled and i didn't have time to pump more" she sighs " it wont be long till i'm back, i'm almost done"
"okay" i say as he starts crying again
"bye darling" she says before ending the call.
how did i forget to check the fridge?
i open the fridge after i put him in his crib even though he's crying. It's barely one fourth the amount he drinks for when he needs to be comforted, let alone when he's hungry. I quickly heat it, his cries and hiccups getting louder. I go back, carrying him to the couch before plopping down and placing the bottle between his lips, the moment the breast milk touches his lips he feeds frantically. Shit. He was so hungry. He closes his eyes as he suckles the small amount of his mother's milk. Even after he drains the bottle, he keeps suckling, maybe hoping for the remaining drops stuck to the bottle to fall in his waiting mouth. Fuck. I feel so fucking bad for him. he's probably been starving the whole day. I didn't think that the issue was from the formula milk, i thought it was because he wanted his mother to simply feed him.
so her milk, breastmilk, you dumbass . my consciousness opposing me
he's just a baby who wants breastmilk and his mom. 
i know that
you also want his mom but it's because you're obsessed with her and her tits
And her milk.
Am i really fighting my consciousness right now? What the fuck is going on. I look down to find my son curled in my lap with the bottle on the floor. I lean my head back, staring at the ceiling. Sometime later, the elevator dings, Leah walks in, looking as gorgeous as ever. She's wearing a tight long sleeved brown top which enhances the swell of her breasts, black flare jeans and black boots with a small heel and a leather jacket she discarded at the hanger. She removes ber boots and walks over to me, placing a kiss on my lips before going up stairs. A few moments later, she emerges wearing her black tshirt that's low cut, for easy accessibility and black cotton shorts.
I'm seated on the L shaped couch so my legs are spread ahead of me. I gently place Sam on the couch next to me and widen my legs. She glances at the gap between my legs " what" she asks, confused.
"Sit here" i motion to the empty places between my legs which is enough for her to sit and stay comfortable. "oh" she drops there, scooting back until her back is against my chest. I grab a sleeping Sam, the second i touch he wakes up, crying and screaming. I carry him, putting him in her arms. She seats him on her lap as her rubs his head against her chest, hand reaching up to a breast while the other latches on random parts of her other breast, over the shirt, drool covering those parts. Her nipples start leaking which makes him cry more, scenting his mother but unable to find the milk. She lifts up her shirt, removing it completely as she guides his head to a leaking nipple. He latches hard, like really hard taking both the nipple and part of her breast in his mouth , her hand tightens on my thigh, she gasps "shit" She puts her hands on the breast he's latched on, pulling it out, leaving only the nipple. He's staring at her, with brown eyes twins to my own, hand on the vacant breast while the other secures the one he's feeding off so it doesn't slip away, not that it would slip off with how hard  he's latched on it. She leans her head back on my shoulder, the only noises in the penthouse are the gulping and cooing noises he's making alongside his hard breathing, content with being with his mother. After a few minutes, he chokes. "fuck fuck fuck" she whispers. She removes her breast, drying his mouth with a tissue I hand her. He gulps down the milk in his mouth, apparently not choking, just toying with his mother. "Ma" he squeals before returning to the breast he left, placing both hands on it and squeezing. The moment his hand leaves her other breast, i cover it with my own, testing its weight in my hand. It remains there for a while, for the entire time it takes for him to drain the milk, gently squeezing and twisting and kneading. Rarely, only when he's extremely hungry, does he finish all the milk from one breast.
That's because it not only the milk thats produced because she breastfeeding , it's also filled with the milk shes been producing ever since the honeymoon, only now it's doubled. So one breast contains milk that is equivalent to the amount of milk in both breasts for a normal mother.
He starts meaninglessly sucking it, tugging at it. Basically playing with the drained breast. She unlatches him but he cries, genuinely cries, with fat tears running down his round cheeks. "oh you're still hungry and sleepy?" she says as she drops herself a bit so she's semi- laid back and repositions him so he's laid on his stomach, curling against her. She taps my hand on her breast "excuse me, you're covering your son's meal" i give it one last squeeze before removing my hand. She raises Sam to her nipple and the second he latches and she lifts her hand to squeeze the milk out, i return my hand, squeezing it instead of her "oh what a gentleman" she says sarcastically
"any doubts on that?" i respond,  returning her energy.
"none. but i'm starving, let's see how much of a gentleman you can be when you order some thai food"
i tug on a few strands of her hair before grabbing my phone and ordering what she asked. After a while, she carries a still feeding but sleeping Sam alongside the shirt she took off and walks to his bedroom. After a moment she returns, dressed. Unfortunately.
She sits on my lap, staring at me before lowering her mouth to my neck, sucking and licking and marking me.
God that's so sexy. I grip her hips, pulling her closer. her hands tighten on my shoulders and she slightly grinds over my growing erection. I lift my hands up cupping her breasts, kneading them. She sucks another spot between my ear. Fucking hell. Sparks shoot all through my body as she grinds slowly. Before i could do anything, the bell that alarms us someone wants to reach the penthouse dings.
She taps my shoulder twice, as if we're buddies who just had a fair game. I scoff in disbelief and at my horrible luck.
She gets off my lap, going to the dining room as i press the button that allows his to reach the house. We eat and then carry Sam to our bed to sleep. Tonight, i won't cuddle my wife because sam sleeps in between us so he doesn't fall. She wears a top with a deep neckline so that she can feed Sam easily at night and then kisses me and sleeps on her side.
I wake up at night, Leah still asleep and Sam was cosy, cuddled up beside his mom, feeding sleepily as her shirt reveals a breast. I pull down the shirt more as it was covering a part of the nipple before i go back to sleep.
Next morning, i wake up to an empty bed. I look at the clock, 10:15, i'm late to the office and leah usually leaves to her clinic by this time. I get up, get ready for work and descend the stairs to find out that leah's in the kitchen baking something that smells delicious and Sam is on the living room carpet playing with a few of his toys. "Dada" he says when he beholds me on the stairs, crawling towards me. "Good morning baby" I carry him, throwing him in the air a few times. He's still a bit hot from the fever, "what's ur mama doing"
"Oh look who's awake" she says as she kisses me and sips at her tea. "Weren't you supposed to be in the clinic"
"i told amy to postpone my appointments" she says before jerking her head at sam that's dangling from one of my arms " can't leave him alone"
"right"
"how about you don't go to work today"
"oh really"
"mhm"
"and what's my excuse"
"you don't need an excuse, you can do what u want"
"and what do you get in return"
"why? isn't our presence enough" she taunts, that fun and sarcastic look taking place in her eyes.
"it is, but i can think of a few convincing things you can do"
"hmm, i'll consider"she says before flicking Sam's nose which causes him to giggle and handing me a plate of that cheese pastry she loves.
We eat and then she puts Sam in her lap and feeds Sam a bottle of formula milk. After a few gulps and him looking at her with wide glassy eyes, she mutters a quite "fuck it" and tugs him closer. She lifts her loose shirt and drops in over him. The only indicator that he's nursing is the tiny giggle before the noises he makes when he's breastfeeding fills the entire kitchen.
I smile at the sight of him, actually the lack of the sight of him, and get up. I change, deciding that i won't go to work. I call my secretary, informing her that i won't be in the company today and to have the meetings arranged with the managers and the head of each branch. I get out of the dressing room finding Leah on the bed, now her top part bare and him still in her lap. She's texting on her phone so i drop beside her, kissing the underside of her abandoned breast. "What's that Mr Marc, it seems that you can't leave your son nursing by himself" as if he knew he was being mentioned, he turns to face me, tugging the nipple with him. She hisses at the action. When he sees me he smiles, leaving the dripping nipple "dada" he claps twice before hugging the breast and returning to his meal. "you seem awfully jealous of him" she continues sarcastically. I scrap my teeth on her nipple in response, licking and teasing before wrapping my tongue around it and sucking hard. the warm creamy milk quickly fills my mouth, god its so irresistible and so so addictive and delicious. i suckle hard, gulping and sucking. A few moments later, Sam unlatched with a pop and returns to the toy he left in our room last night. I lift off, sitting on the bed and lifting her to my lap, i return to the breast i left unattended. She hugs me closer "god its so different when u do it" I respond to her by sucking in hard into the back of my mouth, her back arches and she lets out a tiny whimper. We remain like that, her hands in my hair and her nipple in my mouth until Sam cries. I unlatch from the swollen nipple, and look at him. He's rubbing his eyes so he needs to sleep so i grab him, handing him to his mother and she cradles him, guiding his head to the nipple he was feeding off and i return to mine. A few moments later, i drain my breast and Sam falls asleep. She gets off my lap and places him in his crib. Then she tugs at my hand, and moves to the bathroom. She reaches before me, already removing her panties and shorts and bending over the large marble sink. In an instant i'm hard. I tug down my own pants standing behind her and fisting her hair.
She stares at me through the mirror. I ready at her entrance, spreading her wetness all over before plunging two fingers hard. She moaned and after two more thrusts, i removed my fingers, sucking them and lifted her leg up. I suddenly thrust inside her, making her walls close around my cock. I thrusted and pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back inside, while rubbing her clit harder, her nipples scrapping against the cool marble. I thrusted and she moaned and whimpered as her walls clenched around me and we can in unison.