Chapter 8: II. 8. Disagreement
Isabella sat on a wooden chair, her blouse unbuttoned, exposing one of her enormous breasts as she gently breastfed Leonardo, who was nestled in her arms. The room was filled with the peaceful atmosphere that accompanies such a tender act between mother and child. The gentle sucking of the ten-year old and the chirping of birds from the balcony were the only sounds to be heard.
Isabella's other hand was resting on her son's head, absentmindedly stroking his mop of curly hair.
Just then, the door to the room creaked open, and in walked Hannes. It was an unusual hour for him to be making an appearance, and the dimly lit room seemed to cast an eerie shadow over him as he stood there, taken aback by the sight before him. Isabella, without pausing in her task, looked up to see who had entered. Her eyes widened slightly as she recognized Hannes, and she smiled at him warmly. Hannes, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.
Isabella's eyes lit up in pleasant surprise as she noticed Hannes standing frozen in the doorway, his gaze fixated on her exposed breast. "Hannes, I didn't hear you come in," she said softly, her voice without a hint of embarrassment.
Hannes swallowed hard, trying to banish the image of Isabella's bare breast from his mind. He stuttered awkwardly, "I-I'm sorry, Isabella. I didn't mean to intrude. I was just looking for Giovanni."
Leonardo looked up from his feeding, his small face a picture of innocence.
"Hannes," he said, waving his small hand at him. "Ciao!"
Hannes felt a warmth creep up his neck, reddening his face as he tried to avert his gaze from Isabella's bare chest. "H-hey, kiddo," he said, giving Leonardo a weak smile. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of awkwardness as he spoke.
Isabella glanced down at Leonardo, who seemed to be almost finished with his feeding. She smiled warmly up at Hannes. "You're back early, Hannes," she said, her voice soft but inviting. "Leonardo's just about done. Why don't you come in and close the door behind you?"
Hesitantly, Hannes did as he was asked. He stepped forward and closed the door, his heartbeat quickening as he approached Isabella and her son.
As Leonardo finished nursing, he pulled away from Isabella and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Hannes couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions wash over him, a confusing blend of attraction, embarrassment, and awe at the incredible intimacy he had witnessed.
Isabella's eyes stayed locked onto his, seemingly unbothered by the fact that she was still exposing herself in front of him.
"Hannes, there's no need to be so modest," she said, her voice rich and inviting. "We are all family, aren't we?." Hannes, feeling like he had been caught off-guard and embarrassed, nodded rapidly. "Yes, of course. We are all family," he echoed, still trying to avert his gaze as Leonardo hopped off his mother's lap and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Isabella returned his affectionate gesture. "Leonardo, caro mio, why don't you go and look after your little brother?" Hannes watched as the ten-year-old left the room, wondering what it must be like to be loved so openly and honestly by his parents. The sound of the door closing behind Leonardo seemed to cut through the peaceful atmosphere in the room, leaving only the sound of Isabella's soft breathing and the distant chirping of the birds.
Isabella looked up at Hannes, her sparkling brown eyes meeting his green-brown ones. She smiled warmly at him and gestured to the open seat beside her. "Hannes, I'm glad you came back early. It gave me the chance to speak more to you." Isabella's voice was soft, but a tinge of vulnerability brimmed beneath it. Her gesture to the open seat beside her became lost on Hannes as he averted his eyes from her exposed breast, suddenly struggling to remember why he found himself in this situation.
"Uh, sure, Isabella. What did you want to talk about?" Hannes asked, taking a deep breath before leaning awkwardly into the seat.
Isabella pivoted her torso, allowing her voluptuous figure to face him in their intimacy. As she did, she slid her hand across her bare breast, causing Hannes to suck in a sharp breath. Her index finger slowly traced her nipple, and a soft gasp left her lips.
"Well," Isabella continued, "it's just that... We are all so busy all the time with our chores. I feel like there is not enough time to just spend time together and have a chat." Hannes felt a rush of discomfort as he caught sight of Isabella's roaming fingers on her own breast. It was unexpected, inappropriate even, and he was struggling to remain composed. But part of him felt an inexplicable desire to see what would happen next.
Isabella continued, "I really enjoyed our conversations the other day, I don't have these often. And maybe this is an opportunity to change that." Isabella leaned back in her chair, her plump breast still exposed in the dim light of the room. Her fingers continued to explore her nipple, tracing slow, deliberate circles around it.
Hannes swallowed hard, his mind racing with confusion and inappropriate arousal. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was Isabella really teasing him? Was she trying to seduce him? It seemed impossible, and yet, the evidence before him was clear as day.
"Hannes, your insecurity is really sweet. But it's unjustified. I give you my permission to look. It's fine, really." Hannes stuttered through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on Isabella's fingers as she continued her maddeningly slow circle tracing of her nipple. His mind racing in confusion, he couldn't help but want to see how far she would take this tease.
"But I respect your feelings. I can cover up if you prefer that, I don't mind either." Isabella's voice was soft yet challenging and she stared deeply into Hannes' eyes. Hannes felt a surge of heat rise through his body, and he swallowed hard in an attempt to conceal his growing arousal. "No, it's okay, Isabella. Really." His voice almost cracked as he got the words out.
He realized just then how acutely aware he was of the silence in the room, like a palpable entity that made every sound seem exaggerated.
There was the soft, steady drum of Isabella's breathing and the faintest rustle of her fingers against her nipple, drawing slow, lazy circles. Hannes felt his throat go dry and his heart begin to race, unsure of what was happening but unable to deny the hunger that was building within him.
Her fingers gently rolled her nipple, making it harder and more sensitive. Hannes's breath caught in his throat as he helplessly watched her, completely transfixed by her seductive display of dominance and femininity.
Isabella's breasts were large, and looked heavier than he had imagined. They swayed gently, the areolae drawn tight with arousal and the nipples like hard diamonds beneath her fingertips. This was the first time since his arrival in Montagna that he could glance at her exposed breast. And the first time it was only from a distance.
But now, the distance had disappeared as Isabella's fingers continued their slow, deliberate circles around her nipple, coaxing a slow blush to her cheeks.
"Isabella," Hannes whispered, his voice low and husky as he fought to keep his gaze fixed on her eyes.
But those hypnotic brown eyes seemed to pull him in, guiding him to where he knew he should not look.
Slowly but surely, his gaze drifted back towards Isabella's exposed breast. The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying. He found himself entangled in a clash of desire and repulsion, curious but unready.
"You know, Hannes," Isabella began, swirling her finger delicately around her taut nipple, her gaze affixed to his, challenging him to break the unspoken silence, "there are stories of how our ancestors used to spend much of their days outdoors, naked in the sun, lounging in streams and engaging in various communal activities without any shame or inhibition. Our ancestors were so much closer to nature, living in harmony with its rhythms, without the constraints of modern civilization weighing them down."
Isabella's finger continued to trace languid circles, eliciting a low moan from her that only seemed to heighten Hannes's confusion.
"Our ancestors believed that by embracing their natural state, they were able to tap into something deeper within themselves, something that your modern society has all but forgotten," Isabella continued as she swirled her finger in a fluid motion.
"I want to know more about your world, about you. Tell me about your childhood. What was it like to grow up in Germany, in the world out there?" Isabella inquired, seemingly undisturbed by the way she let her naked breast rest there in her lap.
Hannes took a deep, audible breath, as if gathering his thoughts. He settled into the wooden bench, wanting to give her the respect of a proper response.
"I was raised in the northeast countryside, tucked away from the bustling city life. My family owns a house in a small village about twenty minutes away from the next town, Schwerin." Isabella listened patiently as Hannes recounted his childhood memories. Her lips curled slightly at the edges as he spoke, thoroughly engrossed in his tale.
"My parents were both working as surveyors and met during their vocational training when they were quite young ," Hannes began again. Isabella listened patiently as Hannes recounted his childhood memories.
"As a child, I spent most of my days outdoors, playing alongside my sister and exploring the woods surrounding our home. Our parents would often allow us to run wild, only calling us in for meals and bedtime," Hannes continued, his voice growing emotional as he remembered the simplicity of his youth. "I remember the smell of the earth, the refreshing feeling of the nearby lake's water, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, and the sheer joy of being free. I think some part of me yearns to return to that innocence and simplicity, to live a life where I can connect with nature intimately and test my limits," Hannes said, his voice trailing off as he stared into Isabella's face.
Isabella's hand still gently caressed her nipple as she listened to Hannes's tale. Watching him, she could feel the stirring of desire deep in her core. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way about another man, but she couldn't help how her body was responding to his proximity.
The silence between them grew, punctuated only by Isabella's heavy breathing and the faint rustle of her fingers against her nipple.
Hannes's eyes were glued to her response, drinking in every nuanced expression that played across her face.
"Hannes, in terms of age we are not that far apart. I am only two years older than you. I am curious to learn more about your first experience with girls. I want to know how courtship works in the outside world." Hannes swallowed hard, her directness catching him off guard.
He flashed back to his teenage years, to the awkwardness and pain that was intimately connected with that topic. Swallowing hard, he tried to steady his racing thoughts as Isabella leaned closer, her inviting eyes never leaving his face.
Hannes sighed. "Well...to be honest, Isabella, if you want to know about how it works in my culture, I am the wrong person to ask." Hannes muttered, trying to hide the rising heat in his cheeks as he spoke.
"Let's just say my endeavors to court girls barely bore any fruit." Hannes gave a nervous chuckle, averting his gaze from her breast. "I was shy, and my low self-esteem didn't help with the girls I was into. There were a few that were my friends and showed interest in me, but usually I was into other girls at that time but those efforts were doomed to fail for different reasons." Hannes said, a sense of vulnerability lingering in his voice, making Isabella's empathy swell with compassion.
"I can understand why you felt that way," Isabella smiled tenderly and gave a nod.
"I had my first time when I was twenty. And between that and the second time stretch a few years..." Hannes confessed with an ashamed look.
"And I'm not proud of it. Now I am 38 years old and your daughter is the first serious partner I've had. And I thank the Mother for it." Hannes admitted.
"My youth was riddled with inexperience and insecurity."
Isabella listened intently, her hand still working its magic on her exposed breast. Hannes couldn't tear his gaze away from the erotic sight. For an instant, he imagined what it would be like to touch her himself, to feel the weight of her breast against his palm, the softness of her nipple beneath his fingertips. He remembered the day in the milk shed not long ago when he held her heavy breast in his hand. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine at the thought, but he quickly snapped out of it.
Isabella smiled warmly at him, still caressing her breast. Her fingers moved up and down the underside, her thumb brushing over the nipple, making her gasp softly. She was clearly turned on by the situation, and Hannes's pulse quickened as he realized that he was too.
Unsure of what he was doing but unable to resist the magnetic pull towards her, he leaned in closer, his hand moving slowly towards her breast. But then, just as his fingers were about to make contact with her soft, warm flesh, Isabella put her hand on his, gently stopping it in its motion. She looked at him with warm and loving eyes as she shook her head softly.
"Hannes, I am flattered by your attention and I see the desire in your eyes. But despite my breasts yearning for your touch we cannot cross this line. Not now. We talked about this a few days ago, remember? I am a married woman and you are my daughter's boyfriend. I would love to be touched and milked by you, but not without Giovanni's blessing. And Maria's." Hannes swallowed hard, nodding in agreement. The disappointment was clear in his eyes, but he respected Isabella's decision and was grateful for her honesty. After all, they both knew that crossing this boundary would be a mistake, no matter how much they might want to.
"I enjoy your eyes on my breasts. And I know you were curious about them since we first met. Because of that, and because I love you dearly, I wanted to make you a little present by letting you look at them as much as you want. I am sorry, if I teased you too much. This is as far as I can go for now." Isabella said, releasing Hannes' hand from its place near her breast.
Hannes sighed, slowly pulling his hand away from her breast. He felt a wave of disappointment and frustration wash over him, but he knew she was right. "You're right, Isabella. I shouldn't have done that."
But as he pulled away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for something more, something forbidden. He had never felt such an intense attraction towards a woman before, and he knew that it was wrong to feel this way about his girlfriend's mother.
"Don't feel bad about it, my dear. I take it as a great compliment. And if you want..." Isabella's voice whispered, sending shivers down Hannes' spine.
"...I can take out my other baby as well. Just for looking, no touching." Isabella smirks. "Would you like that?" Isabella whispered, her eyes narrowed with a wicked glint. Hannes felt his body tremble at the mere thought.
"Yes," he replied, his voice so low and hoarse, it was almost inaudible.
Without warning, Isabella pulled the blouse of her dirndl down and tugged it underneath her heavy bosom to reveal her other breast to Hannes. He watched as she slowly exposed herself, his heart pounding in his chest with every inch of skin that was revealed.
When she finally bared her other breast, Hannes couldn't help but stare.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as he drank in the sight of Isabella's voluminous, pliable breast, the pink areolas barely standing out against her creamy skin. The soft, pink nipples were already stiff and sensitive, begging for his touch.
A low, primal groan escaped Hannes' lips as he felt the raw, animalistic desire coursing through his veins. He ached for her, yearned for her nurturing touch.
"This is impossible. How can your breasts be so perfect? They look just as youthful as Maria's. But unlike hers, yours have fed six children and are much bigger. Yet there are no stretchmarks, no blemishes, barely any sagging. They are just..." Hannes trails off, looking for words. "...magnificent?" Hannes blurts out, grasping for words as he attempts to convey his awe and desire towards Isabella's extraordinary body.
She smiles warmly at him, appreciating his compliment while acknowledging the underlying tension.
"Thank you, Hannes. I am grateful for your kind words. My body has always been a source of enjoyment for my family and has sustained them well over the years. I suppose there is something to be said about the benefits of breastfeeding my children well past infancy," Isabella mused, her voice lulling and soothing. "But the actual reason is quite simple, Hannes. What you are staring at, mio caro, are gifts of the Divine Mother. Surely you can see that she blessed me many times over, just as she did the other women in our tribe. These breasts are not ours, they are the Divine Mother's. And as long as we worship and revere them as such, the Mother keeps blessing us with her bounty and strength." Hannes looks surprised. "Worship and revere them? How?" Isabella sounded surprised by his question, but there was no malice in her tone. "Hannes, I am surprised that you of all people are asking that question." Isabella smirked, a challenging, yet kind expression on her face.
Hannes felt sheepish. He realized that there was so much about her world that he didn't understand yet.
"The women in our village believe that our body is a sacred temple, and our breasts are the gateway to divine motherhood and nurturing. The areolae and nipples are the two most important parts of a woman's breasts. They are connected to the second chakra or sacral chakra.
By keeping the breasts healthy and active, a woman is able to maintain her femininity and sensuality, even in old age." Hannes opened his mouth in shock, trying to process the information she was giving him. "And you, sweet clueless Hannes..." Isabella's voice trailed off, drawing his attention back to her.
"Never in my life have I met a man that so intuitively worships and reveres a woman's breast. The divine impulse, the Mother's calling is strong in you. Through your hands flows the Mother's force. Maria's breasts are a testament to your powers. You have the potential to be a wonderful nurturer, Hannes, the priest of the sacred temples that are our bodies. But you must first learn how to tap into that part of yourself. How to connect with the Divine Mother and let her guide you." Isabella's voice took on a sad tone as she continued. "You think there's nothing special about you, but not every man has the ability to see a woman's breast for what it really is...and treat it accordingly."
It seemed like she truly believed what she said, and Hannes couldn't help but feel a strange resonance deep within himself.
"I understand what you mean, Isabella. It's just...I've never heard of anything like this before. It's all very foreign to me." Hannes admitted, feeling a sense of awe and wonder at the unfamiliar concept. Yet he also felt a tantalizing curiosity to explore further.
"That's because your culture is so far removed from ours. And your culture has been twisted and infiltrated a long time ago. Especially Germany. You have internalized that nefarious lie of guilt, that you are not even aware of it anymore. You see, in our village, women are the sacred vessels of the Divine Mother. Our breasts are an extension of the Mother's love, and everything that flows from us--nurturing, comfort, even the lifesource itself--is a reflection of her boundless grace. When a man like you walks into our lives, a man who truly sees and receives this sacred energy, it's as if a veil has been lifted, rendering everything crystal clear." Isabella's eyes shimmered excitedly as she spoke, her passion for this sacred knowledge evident in every word.
"Such men are rare. Even here in Montagna." Isabella sighs. Hannes knew that she was thinking of Giovanni. The sadness in her eyes spoke volumes. He could feel the bond between them, but he could also sense her yearning for something that he was unable to give her.
Isabella's face fell slightly as if reading his thoughts. Her eyes dropped to her exposed breasts, a wave of sadness washing over her. Hannes could feel the tension in the room as he watched her struggle with her emotions.
He longed to reach out to her, to comfort her in some way, but he knew that would be crossing a line. Isabella was a married woman, they both loved Giovanni dearly, each in their own way, and despite the strange and intense connection between them, he couldn't forget that.
"Is Giovanni not devoted to the Mother?" Hannes asked carefully, not wanting to overstep any boundaries but genuinely interested in understanding her husband better.
Isabella's gaze softened at the mention of her husband. "Giovanni loves the Mother as much as any of us. But he doesn't understand this part of our culture as deeply as I do. He sees it as a physical act, while I see it as a spiritual connection between our people and the Divine Mother. He thinks that giving milk, the physical act of nourishing our family and village, is the end of it, but he's missing the essence of it." A longing filled Isabella's eyes as she explained.
Hannes looked deep into her eyes, trying to grasp the meaning behind her words. "Is the essence of it...the communion with the Divine Mother?" He asked carefully.
"Yes, it is," Isabella responded. "In our village, we learn from a very early age that our body bears the mark of the Divine Mother, and our breasts are her sacred vessels for a reason. They want to be revered, worshiped, adored." Isabella took a deep breath and continued, "This is what's missing in Giovanni's understanding of our culture. Our breasts are not just physical commodities that provide sustenance, but are also spiritual entities that need to be nourished themselves. They have a sacred purpose and should be treated with reverence. This is what I have been missing in my domestic life for so long." Isabella's voice was now tinged with sadness, her eyes reflecting the depth of her longing for something more profound than just a physical relationship with her husband.
"They are...spiritual entities?" Hannes asked softly while staring at her exposed breasts, carefully attempting to probe deeper into her beliefs without upsetting her.
"They are not just milk-filled sacks for my children, Hannes. My breasts are alive, they are conscious, like the rest of my body and everything in this universe. They ache for affection and reverence." Isabella whispered, as if in a trance.
She continued to stroke her own breast as she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I truly feel that way, Hannes. When I'm nursing, I feel a deep connection to the Divine Mother, and to all of her creations. I feel like I'm part of something much larger than myself, something that transcends time and space.
And I've always wanted Giovanni to understand that, to feel it the way I do, but he's never been able to." Isabella finished, a mix of sadness and serenity washing over her face.
The room fell silent. The only sound was the crackle from the fire in the background. Hannes was taken aback by the depth of Isabella's words. He had never before encountered such an intimate and intense perspective on the human body and its connection to the divine.