Baptism's Blessing: A Sacred Night

The candlelight service concluded, and as tradition dictated, we approached the pastor seeking baptism for our son, Matthew. As we knelt before him, he welcomed Matthew into the church and anointed him with holy water. Then, he read Galatians 3:26-27, a passage about being clothed in Christ through faith. Following the prayer and blessing, the choir began singing “Silent Night,” its melancholic melody filling the air.

As we exited the church, the heavy snowfall intensified, coating everything in a pristine white blanket. We hurried to the truck, where I was securing Matthew’s travel base. A soft moan escaped Mary Beth’s lips, drawing my attention. Looking over, I saw the front of her dress soaked in milk – she’d comforted Matthew with a bottle of expressed milk during the service, resulting in a full release.

My cock instantly began to swell, a primal response to the sight of her vulnerability. I reached over and pulled down the elastic neckline of her top, twisting the bra clasp in my fingers. Her dress opened, revealing her substantial breasts, milk dripping from the tips of her nipples. The milk had taken on a reddish-purple hue, firm to the touch, with raised veins tracing their way across their surface. Matthew’s sleepy fussing continued to feed her milk supply, causing an increased leak. Mary Beth’s eyes pleaded with me, so I reached over and massaged her left breast in a circular pattern, warming it with my palm. I had to focus on the road while maintaining the intimate touch. After a few minutes, I wrapped my hand into a c-shape and gave her breast a squeeze. As my fingers sunk inward toward the nipple, a forceful spray of milk erupted, spattering the windshield.

“Mary Beth, I can’t safely pull over and do this for you while driving,” I said, grinning at the thought of our mutual arousal. “So you’ll have to take care of yourself.” The anticipation in my body intensified as my cock continued its relentless throbbing.

“But we didn’t bring the pump, and we have no bottles,” Mary Beth explained, her voice laced with a hint of frustration.

“But you have a mouth…” I replied, my gaze lingering on her form.

Mary Beth gasped at the thought of sucking her own nipples and swallowing her milk. “No, I can’t do that!” she exclaimed, a blush creeping up her neck.

“Yes, you can,” I encouraged, my voice low and suggestive.

She trembled, not from fear, but from nervous anticipation and a simmering lustiness. “Turn to face me and slide closer,” I instructed. As she did, I told her to place a hand under her right breast and lift it. “It’s sooo full!” she moaned, massaging it with her other hand, causing another wave of milk to spill over her hand and dress.

“Now wrap your hands around it behind your areola,” I said, unable to take my eyes off the road despite the intensity of the situation. “It’s getting harder to concentrate.” Hearing her gasp, I knew she was complying with my instructions. “Now, push inward toward your chest and lift your nipple toward your face. Bring your mouth down close to it.”

Her shyness was palpable, yet her desire was undeniable. “That’s a good girl,” I said, unable to resist the urge to respond. “Now clamp your lips around your nipple and squeeze from back to front in a rolling motion. Hold the squeeze when you get to the top.” As she copied my movements, streams of milk shot from the tiny ducts around and on her nipple into her mouth. Shocked, she pulled back, a spray of milk covering her face. Milk dripped from her chin as I glanced over to see her lower her head and mouth over her nipple again. Her cheeks hollowed, and she cut her eyes toward me as she suckled her own nipple for the first time and tasted the sweet milk her body produced. She moaned, and the scent of her arousal filled the truck as her other nipple leaked milk down her front.

My cock was throbbing and pulsing, a volcanic eruption waiting to happen. At a stop sign, I unbuckled my belt and pants, freeing my pent-up energy. Mary Beth stared at my member, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. She swallowed faster, her body responding to the sight of my arousal. As she emptied the first tit, she popped the nipple noisily from her mouth. Then, she lifted the other and repeated the milking procedures I’d taught her.

My cock continued to jump, a torrent of pre-cum flowing from it like a river. I knew that if I touched myself or she touched me, I would explode at any moment. Even though we were almost home, I wanted to pull over and fuck her on the truck’s front seat.

As Mary Beth popped the other nipple out of her mouth and let her empty tit fall, I caught her sexily licking milk residue from her lips. I grinned and raised the steering wheel as high as I could. “Empty me now,” I said, my voice a low rumble.

Mary Beth saw my cock leaking and jumping; she knew I was ready to explode. She gripped my shaft firmly at the base and squeezed. I bit my lip as I felt my cock jump and pulse, but she held back my cum with her firm grip. Mary Beth smiled at my evident struggle and quickly dropped her mouth over my cock. Removing her hand from my shaft, she pushed her face down until her nose pressed into my belly and the head of my cock touched the back of her mouth. Then she took a deep breath and started swallowing, milking my head with the constrictions as it slipped into her throat.

As she began to swallow faster, I erupted, and my cum shot in blasts that gushed down into her belly. Mary Beth moaned and swallowed every drop. Then I felt the vibrations of a satisfied moan as she slid my cock out of her mouth with a pop. Sitting up and opening her mouth wide, Mary Beth waited till I could glance her way and see that she’d drunk down all my cum. She giggled and smiled, so very proud of herself for not gagging.

Finally, I pulled into our drive, my cock still throbbing as it subsided, and Mary Beth kissed me deeply, sharing the taste of cum mixed with milk. "Please put Matthew to bed and meet me at the Christmas tree," she requested, her voice breathless.

I carried Matthew inside and changed him, then rocked him back to sleep before settling him into his crib. Then I went to the bathroom to freshen up a little. My cock began to stiffen in anticipation. As I went downstairs and entered the living room, I saw the lit Christmas tree with presents under the lowest boughs. But one particular gift caught my eye: Mary Beth lay naked except for a bow and ribbon wrapped around her breasts and between her legs. The snow continued to fall outside, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.

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