A Mother's Love (fan-fiction) Volume 3.05 by **Sigh**, with assistance from Angharad Copyright© 2020 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

Previously on "A Mother's Love":

Mary has suddenly left for her mother's house in Manchester, four hours away (and she's taken the children with her!). Stephanie is trying to return to "Steve" mode full time but is meeting resistance at work. With suddenly no baby to suckle (and unable to find the breast pump), Stephanie is having significant breast pains. The hospital A&E has sent her a pump, delivered by ... Dr. Jonathan Brown, whom Stephanie has had unexpected attraction to in the past!

(for a more extensive recap - all the way back to the beginning - please check out the "Brief Synopsis" at the beginning of Chapter 3.04, posted yesterday)

And now, today's continuation ...

“Jonathan?!”

“I have your pump right here,” he said. “I saw the intake nurse write your name down as she was talking to you on the phone. I figured there probably aren’t that many lactating patients in this area named Stephanie Jones.”

“You’re not an A&E physician! You’re a cancer and HIV specialist. What were you doing down in emergency?”

“I had finished all of my inpatient work for the day; as the last task before I left for home, I did an initial consultation on a patient there with newly diagnosed acute leukemia. So I was writing my findings when I overheard the nurse on the phone.” He saw me wince a few times as he talked; this caused him to frown with concern. “You’re really suffering, aren’t you? Is the pain that bad?”

I had been holding back tears, but now let them loose. “Oh, Jonathan. This has been the worst day of my life.” My head hung towards the floor. “My marriage, my job, my children, my future, and now even my gender – it’s all up in the air, coming down for a huge crash. Then tonight there’s this bloody breast pain!”

“Well, much of that I can’t help with – except the last problem. Let’s get this pump assembled and relieve some of that pressure.”

He unboxed the pump with its tubing and suction cups. I was taken with the sight: a respected, learned man who seemed to hurt with every pang of pain I experienced. It seemed he actually, truly cared deeply for me. He removed his coat as he was starting to perspire some; his wiry, lean musculature could now be better seen through his shirt. I began to feel an unusual desire, a need for him to be closer.

This appeared to be his first time putting together this type of machine, as he fumbled with the components and held up the instructions, scanning them quickly with a scowl on his face. “I’m so sorry, Stephanie. I know you’re hurting. I’m doing this as quickly as I can; have you assembled one of these before?”

“Jonathan.” I began to unbutton my sweater. “Can you come over here?”

Jon walked to me, confused as to what I wanted. He stopped about a foot from me; I clasped his shirt collar and pulled his face to mine, delivering a warm soft kiss; after a few seconds, I broke it and pulled away slightly. Tugging the right side of the sweater from my chest, I then unlatched the nursing flap from that breast. The organ was full and tight, slightly leaking a drop of milk from the nipple. I spoke not a word but looked intently in his eyes with a visage that asked him to understand … and invited him to act.

He withdrew a bit and returned my gaze intently. His head tilted, as if incredulous of the request.

“Please,” I whispered between deep, shuddering breaths.

Jonathan looked at my breast, then back into my eyes. He then slowly lowered his head towards the nipple.

“Please. Hurry,” I whispered.

His lips wrapped around my nipple and areola, and he began to suck. Immediately a forceful burst of warm, thick milk hit the back of his throat; he pulled away coughing.

“Jon? Are you okay?”

“Wasn’t prepared for the force of that first squirt. Don’t worry, I’ve got it now.” He reapplied his mouth to the same area and began to suck with more gusto. I leaned my head back and breathed “Oooohh.”

Jonathan continued to nurse, but as he did he put his arms around me and lowered his hands to my skirt, which he pulled on until the hem was up around my hips. His hands now grabbed my buttocks, and he lifted me up off the floor. I hung onto the back of his head to keep from tipping over.

He carried me to the couch, then turned and sat down on it, all the while continuing the suckling. He pulled my legs to where they now rested, flexed, on either side of his torso. I could now feel a warm bulge from Jonathan’s groin pressing into my knickers.

The right breast was reducing in tightness and output. Jonathan came ‘up for air’. “Ready for the left?” he said with a sly grin. I just smiled and nodded my head.

He began to minister to the other side, and I began to get more vocal. At first, my sighs were from the relief of tightness; as time progressed, I began to moan in a more erotic response.

As the last of the milk finally emptied, Jonathan leaned his head back and looked into my eyes.

“Have you ever had a full drink of your breast milk? It’s quite good,” he asked.

“Just a drop or two; never a mouthful, and definitely not a meal’s worth like you just had.”

“Let me give you a taste,” he whispered. Then he brought his lips to mine, and we kissed long and deep. As we did, our hands wandered. He unclasped my bra. I unbuttoned his shirt. Both of us were topless in short order; but as he grasped for my panties, I grabbed his arm.

“I’m only a woman from waist-up. But I would still love to show you my gratitude.” With that, I snaked my arm down the inside of his trousers and began caressing his manhood.

Minutes later, we both lay on the couch, our heavy breathing gradually subsiding.

“Is your discomfort gone?” he queried.

“I am feeling no pain.” I pulled herself tighter against his body. “I know this won’t last, but I just want to enjoy it a little longer. Can you continue to lie here with me a while?”

“Your wish is my command, Madame,” he purred. “I wish you knew how long I have dreamed of being with you like this.”

“Me too,” I answered.

“So … all is right with the world, then,” he replied.

As we lay on the settee, he fell asleep. I could not; my mind was in a whirlwind of turmoil contemplating the previous 24 hours, especially the last one.

“Jonathan. Wake up.”

The doctor opened his eyes; he was still on the couch, naked from the waist up. I was clothed and sitting on a chair in the living room, holding out a cup towards him.

“It’s lemon herbal tea; if you prefer, I can get you something with caffeine – but it’s only eleven and I didn’t want you to be up all night.”

“Why did you get up? I was hoping to awaken beside you in the morning,” he yawned.

I grasped his hand but stayed in the chair. “Jonathan. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I’ve come to some decisions that we need to talk about.

“Tonight was wonderful. I needed to be held, to be desired. It’s been so long since Mary has really wanted me sexually, due to how female my shape has become. Your loving has renewed my soul.

“And yet at the same time, tonight was horrible. I have cheated on my wife – something I am deeply ashamed of. Even if I make the changes she’s demanded, this one act could torpedo our marriage.”

“But you’re attracted to me,” the doctor replied. “Are you bisexual? Or are you staying in a loveless marriage just for the sake of it?”

I shook my head. “When first we met, I staunchly believed I was 100% male and fully heterosexual, and that I had only developed my breasts for the sole purpose of feeding my infant child. But our first kiss – it shook my whole world. And now it has culminated in what we did tonight. It came so … naturally to me. I’m beginning to think that perhaps my soul is really female. I am at home, at peace, being Stephanie. My Steve persona feels more and more alien.”

“So, then. Perhaps it’s time to make a clean break, and be Stephanie full time. You would lose your wife, but you’d gain me.”

“Jonathan – you aren’t suggesting we start a relationship, are you?” I gasped with alarm.

He hadn’t expected quite this reaction. “Well, um … would that be a problem?”

“Yes! I'm still married! In spite of how Mary's treated me recently, and even with what just happened tonight, it doesn't excuse more infidelity on my part!” I exclaimed. “Not to mention that I don't need to give her another reason to keep Hugh and Bekka from me! Then there’s the problem of your medical license.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Even though you haven’t treated her in nearly two years, you’re still one of Mary’s physicians. And you’ve now had a sexual liaison with the spouse of one of your patients. As I understand it, that could result in you being sanctioned – if news of this got out, that is.”

“Damn,” he cursed, realizing the tangled knot this situation had become.

“So,” I continued, “Here’s what will happen. You’re going to quietly drive home from here. I am going to seek out a gender specialist to confirm what/who I truly am. I will try to come to an agreement with Mary for the children. And you and I will remember tonight fondly – but we won’t repeat it. Agreed?”

“And if I disagree?” he countered.

“Don’t,” I warned.

NOTICE TO READERS:

This is a fan-fiction story continuation of Alys's unfinished story, "A Mother's Love." As I have stated in my blog, Alys has given her permission for this work. This is not meant to alter or detract at all from her superb original story, merely to build upon it and achieve a resolution for these wonderful characters.

The setting of this story is Great Britain, and superstar Big Closet author Angharad graciously consented to help me retain a British "feel" for the narrative and dialogue. She is a godsend/lifesaver. I have now had the privilege of working with multiple stars here to bring my humble little indulgent tales to be published in BC. What a giving, loving community.

If you aren't familiar with Alys's story, I have typed a brief summary to set the stage (see the Brief Synopsis at the top). If you want to read Alys's part of this tale (all chapters are super quick reads and great stories!), then look into:
A Mother's Love - Prequel
A Mother's Love - Volume 1 (11 parts)
A Mother's Love - Volume 3 (2 parts)

To be continued tomorrow.

Thanks for reading! Hugz - **Sigh**