A number years ago I had a caregiver. I am in a wheelchair due to severe Cerebral Palsy so I always have a caregiver. But years ago I was going through the roughest time so far in my life. This particular caregiver was a wife and mother of the utmost. However, her children were all gone and husband worked a lot. So taking care of me, feeding, bathing, grooming, and dressing me made her incredibly happy and fulfilled a deep need. Admittedly, I cared for her immensely. She was the only person who understood what I was going through. Maybe more importantly at the time, she was a very soft and affectionate woman. There were many times where I would just baul my eyes out on her chest as I shook in her arms. And this would happen at random times. During dinner, during my haircut, even getting out of the shower I would just break down. Her warm chest, soft arms, and that unmistakable motherly eye contact was always there to catch me. Now she was in her late 30s and quite busty. Many times she would wear clothes that would flatter her body. I've always been a breast man so I was never upset when she would show off her beauty. One particular rough night saw me break down rather hard. That night also was one for a very stunning low cut blouse on my caregiver. So while her breasts were technically covered, the entire side of my face was largely in contact with her beautiful brown chest. Her soft hand covering the rest of my face and her eyes locked on mine, she shifted her body enough to slowly liberate her left breast from her blouse. Initially I pulled away not knowing what was going on. But she slowly pulled me back in and my face sunk into her silky soft breast. Any and all mental discipline or emotional control quickly escaped me. One of my arms instinctively wrapped around her back. While the other found it's way onto her still covered breast. My tears and time itself stopped as I snuggled on her chest. I wish I could tell you how but I honestly don't know. However, her very perky nipple found it's way into my mouth. Any remaining control I may have had over my faculties vanished. I had the privilege to enjoy women's breasts previously in an ordinary way. But this was different. I began to intuitively suckle her and I didn't stop for a very long time. She stood beside my wheelchair for the whole time as I nursed on both of her breasts. When I finally finished feeding, I felt the most calm and centered I've ever felt. She tucked me into bed before kissing my forehead and locking the door behind her. I found out later that nursing me impacted her in a similar way. We continued to enjoy hours of nursing every visit after finishing all her duties and on her own time. Our usual nursing session was right after my shower. It soon became obvious that nursing was at least somewhat arousing for me. So we agreed that it was only kind for her to take care of that by hand. Normally, my Cerebral Palsy makes my muscles painfully tight and spastic. But by the end of our sessions, I was one relaxed and resting little cute man in a wheelchair. But as they say, all good things..... I had to move away not by choice. Unfortunately, my very loving and nursing caregiver couldn't continue. But I will always remember her enchanting breasts, her welcoming arms, and those tender eyes.