“Oh my!” the doctor said. Erika looked down at the doctor. She saw the doctor looking at her hand and then suddenly the complete realization came to her. Madri’s hand was covered in milk! Erika looked at the clock on the wall. It was 3:15 now. By this time Steven would have already eaten half an hour before! She was overflowing! Oh God, this was so embarrassing.
“Oh my goodness, Dr. Gupta… Madri, I am so sorry,” Erika said. She felt her face getting white hot. Her weird little secret was now exposed.
“Steven is… four?” Madri asked, still looking down at the milk on her hand.
“Five,” Erika said, dying inside. So much for no regrets. Why didn’t she pump at home? Madri looked up, but she didn’t appear to be disgusted or anything else.
“Don’t look so mortified Erika! I have had far worse things on my skin than mother’s milk in this office,” She said.
“I… Uh, well.” Erika began, but she didn’t know what to say.
“Late breastfeeding doesn’t cause any medical side effects for the mother or child, you know? In fact, some research suggests that breast feeding decreases the chances for breast cancer” Madri said evenly. Erika felt a sudden wave of relief was over her. She’d expected the doctor, or anyone else who knew she breastfed her 5-year old, to think she was insane. But Madri seemed to be taking it in stride.
“I was actually worried about that,” Erika said softly, “I just never though to wean him until he was already older than the other kids. I don’t know, I was going to breast feed him until he was 2 and then there was the cancer scare and I… well I just liked that they,” she pointed to her still-exposed breasts, “were still giving life rather than taking them away. And I just love taking care of my little boy. Does that make sense?” Erika looked down at her swollen, smooth breasts. One thing she decided not to share with the doctor was that one of the reasons she enjoyed breast feeding so much was that it kept her breasts larger. She had a small frame and she didn’t want to go back to barely C-Cup days from before her pregnancy.
“I completely understand,” Madri said, “I think you should consider weaning sometime in the near future, but there is no danger to you. I guess that explains why your nipples look a little irritated.” Madri reached forward and brushed one of Erika’s nipples briefly. It was almost a caress and if felt nice on Erika’s hard, sensitive nipples. For a moment, Erika felt uncomfortable. But this was a doctor; a touch from her was not something to be concerned about.
“I think it helps keep weight off too, although I’ve been exercising more, so it could be that,” Erika said, trying to change the subject.
“Are you past due on a feeding? Is that why you expressed when I was giving your breast exam?” Madri asked. The doctor’s voice sounded a bit strange now. Now weirded out or disgusted like Erika feared, but far away and detached.
“Yeah, I am like… overflowing,” Erika said, then she laughed. But it was a tinny, uncomfortable laugh and she hoped Madri didn’t notice. But Madri was still staring at Erika’s breasts, and didn’t seem to notice anything. Then, Erika watched as Madri looked her directly in the eye, raised her hand to her mouth and licked the milk off of her fingers!
“Mmmmm,” Madri said, “I had always liked the taste of breast milk. I used to taste a little when I breastfed my kids.” She spoke as if she was behaving normally. She smiled and acted like a doctor again. Erika was shocked. She was just looking at Madri’s mouth, she could see a little drip of white milk on the Doctor’s pink lips. She was stunned. Madri didn’t seem to notice. Erika had tasted her breast milk, and liked it too, but she never would drink another woman’s milk. Had the doctor crossed some sort of line?
Erika didn’t have much time to think. In a moment, Madri’s hands were on her other breast, carefully performing the breast exam as though nothing had happened. Except, it wasn’t like nothing had happened. Madri’s touch was softer now. Her fingers brushed Erika’s nipples and, while she completed the exam, she was much slower than she’d been before. Her fingers sunk deep into Erika’s flesh. Erika squirmed a little on the table. Her nipples grew harder, even though they were arguably warmer. Madri’s touch was sensual, lovely. No more milk erupted, so at least Erika could be thankful for that. Finally, Madri was finished with the breast exam.
The whole time she was working, it felt like Madri was appraising her. Erika couldn’t put her finger on it, but it felt like the doctor was trying to detect how she was reacting to all of her rather bizarre behaviors. But, to be honest, Erika didn’t know what to think. She knew that Madri’s hands on her body felt nice, even if she felt a little strange about it. And she really didn’t know what to think about Madri drinking her milk, except that she inexplicably found it… arousing. To have an adult drink her milk was somehow a turn on. Oh god, she thought, and then dried to bury those feelings. They were dirty and wrong.
“Both of your breasts are free of lumps. Of course, next time you come in you’ll have to have a full mammogram, but I don’t think there is anything to worry about,” Madri said. Oddly, Madri kept her hand on the underside of Erika’s breast. Erika’s body tingled from the doctor’s touch.
“How long is your drive home,” Madri said in a very professional voice. Her eyes were locked on Erika’s eyes, but her hand was still on the underside of one of Erika’s breasts. In fact, she was rubbing it lightly with her palm. Erika paused for a moment, her mind to jostled to think.
“Um… It’s like… I don’t, about 25 minutes,” Erika said, her eyes stayed on Madri’s fingers. She watched as the doctor’s fingers swirled around on her skin.
“Your breasts will absolutely be aching by the time you get home,” Madri said, swiveling her chair. She put her other palm underneath of Erika’s other breast. Erika felt Madri carefully lift each breast, their weight sinking into the doctor’s hands. It felt lovely.
“Yeah, it might be a little rough,” Erika sighed; her voice rising a bit as Madri gamely squeezed one of the breasts lightly. Madri didn’t release the breasts, but kept talking to Erika. Erika didn’t even know what she was thinking. Part of her wanted to quickly get dressed and leave, to go see her son. But part of her was fascinated by what was happening, even if she was a little scared of that interest.