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It was hard to believe she’d been doing this job for only three months. To Ashley it felt like forever – in a good way though. She’d worked in a mortgage lender’s office before the pandemic shut everything down, and then she spent a few months getting high and cashing unemployment checks along with almost everyone else she knew. She’d thought about going back to school after that, to try to find a job she didn’t hate, but the idea of adding to her already sizable student debt was a daunting one, so instead she looked through the want ads, and for once in her life fortune smiled on her.
She found a really great job prospect across town. It was an au pair gig, and though Ashley hadn’t done any babysitting since her college days, she’d always loved it. Plus now that she’d had a taste of the sort of jobs her degrees in marketing and communications could open up for her, she kind of wanted her old life back. On paper the job paid half what she was making before, but it came with room and board, so if it worked out she’d be saving way more money than she could going back to the grind.
It seemed like a win-win to her. She could take care of an adorable baby for a few years, pay off her loans, save up to do some travel, and then it was on to her next adventure. Honestly Ashley thought she’d never get the job. There had to be other more qualified applicants, but she was glad she did, she thought, looking down at her young charge while she relaxed in the loveseat that was positioned opposite the crib in the small nursery. She’d fallen in love with little Eric from the first time she’d gotten to hold him, but it hadn’t taken much longer to develop a crush on his 38 year old mommy, Brenda. Thirteen years Ashley’s senior, she’d had a baby partway through the lockdown, and wanted to get back to work as soon as she could manage it. She was some sort of executive or something, Ashley thought. She’d never really asked, all that mattered to her was Brenda’s witty, and suave personality that dominated the room whenever she was in it, and her busty, curvy body.
It was especially when she took off those power suits after she got home. Brenda did everything she could to hide her obvious femininity when she went to work, but away from the office, it was easy to see how impossible it was. Pictures from before she got pregnant showed that she was quite the hottie with double D’s and child bearing hips; after the baby though, she looked more like a fertility idol than the swimsuit model she’d looked like the year before; all of her features had become thicker or more exaggerated. Brenda still did aerobics a few times a week. She said she was trying to lose the baby weight, but Ashley thought she looked perfect the way she was. Her thighs, ass, and hips were all a little more cushioned than they were in older pictures, and she had a little bit of mommy tummy, but her breasts… She’d checked the tag on one of her nursing bras while doing the laundry, and right now she was rocking 36F tits.
It was an astounding size that made it hard for Ashley to avoid staring sometimes when she was nursing or changing. As a lesbian, almost all the girls she’d dated had a type, and their breasts were usually about double the size her medium B cup tits. If Ashley’s tits were oranges then most of her girlfriends had grapefruits. But Brenda had melons. Needless to say that her fantasies and her porn choices started to feature increasingly enormous MILF starlets instead of the busty coeds she used to favor. She’d managed to avoid causing a scene, or revealing to either Brenda or her husband Mike that she wasn’t exactly hetero so far. They didn’t really pry into her life, which suited her just fine. Ashley took care of little Eric from the morning until just before dinner, and then had most weekends off. It was a lovely, predictable life that had developed its own rhythms. In the morning’s she’d take him for a walk in the park in the stroller and if she was really lucky she’d find just the right babysitter or maybe a young mommy to flirt with while they enjoyed the sun. In the afternoon, she’d put Eric down for a nap and then do laundry or a little cleaning and wait for Brenda or Mike to get home. Usually it was Brenda that was first in through the door though, because Mike travelled a lot for work.
Nothing about today violated that pattern. It was just a normal Tuesday. In the morning they’d gone for their stroll, and in the afternoon she’d finished and folded two loads of laundry while Eric looked on from his playpen and cartoons played in the background. For dinner Ashley and Brenda had lemon chicken with roasted potatoes and asparagus, elazığ escort and Eric had his mother’s milk.
Afterwards Ashley retired to her room, as she usually did, unless she was going out, and picked up her latest romance book to see whether Hector or Sebastian would be the one to rescue Rose and take her away from her overbearing father; Ashley had only dated women, but found over the top hetero-romance novels to be her favorite guilty pleasure. It was all so ridiculous, but also a little hot, and she could get absorbed into them for hours if she wasn’t careful. When she took a break during a slow part to use the toilet and grab a drink, she walked past the nursery, and heard the faint noise of crying coming from inside. Ashley opened up the door, worried something was wrong with Eric, but inside she saw him napping quietly in his crib. In the dim room lit only by a nightlight it took a moment for her to see Brenda sitting on the loveseat, and by the time Ashley did, she was wiping her eyes and doing her best to pretend everything was fine. The tears were only the second thing that Ashley noticed though, she was ashamed to admit; the first was that Mrs Paterson was sitting there wearing her nursing bra and no top.
“I’m sorry Mrs Paterson, I thought it was Eric,” Ashley said, a little embarrassed that she’d intruded on the private moment, while she tried not to stare. “Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine Ashley, it’s fine,” she said in a tone of voice that definitely didn’t make it sound like everything was fine.
“Is there anything I can do? Are you getting a migraine?” Ashley asked, opening the door a little wider and stepped inside, “I could get you some ibuprofen or…”
Brenda laughed, with a note of bitterness, “There’s nothing you can do unless you can speed up the UPS. Until then I just have to suffer I suppose.”
“UPS? Suffer?” Ashley’s confusion showed, but she tried to keep her gaze locked with Brenda’s “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“It’s fine Ashley,” the older woman said exasperatedly, gesturing at her tits at the dark spots that had leaked through into her nursing bra’s pads. “The cheap piece of crap breast pump stopped working yesterday, and Eric isn’t hungry enough to give me much relief, so now these ridiculous boobs are really starting to ache and there’s nothing I can do until the package shows up.”
“Well maybe I could drive around and see if any of the local stores have one?” Ashley tried, “Or your Husband could, you know…” She flushed red with embarrassment at the idea that she would tell such a capable woman something so obvious.
But Brenda just smiled. “You’re sweet Ashley, you know that? I already had my assistant call around this afternoon though, but because of these damn shortages, she struck out, and Mike? He’d love nothing more than to suck on my tit’s until this problem is resolved, but sadly, he’s not going to be back from his trip until the end of the week.”
“Oh,” Ashley said, out of ideas. Well, out of reasonable ideas. She wasn’t about to suggest draining the milk from her employer’s breasts herself. Not that it wasn’t incredibly hot, it just seemed improper, and she wasn’t nearly daring enough to shoot that shot. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can get for you, or…”
“Come now Ashley,” Brenda said, reaching to her bra and undoing the front clips and releasing the flaps to reveal her aching, leaking nipples. “Surely there is something you could think of to help me with this, isn’t there? I’ve seen the way you look at me; come over here and have a seat.” She patted the cushion next to her on the loveseat.
“Well, I didn’t,” Ashley stammered, walking mechanically across the room as she was told without really giving it any thought. “What I mean to say is that you’re a very beautiful mommy… I mean woman and…”
“Shhhh,” Brenda Soothed, reaching for Ashley’s hand and pulling her down to take a seat when she got close enough. “It’s fine Ashley. It’s fine. I don’t mind at all, on the contrary, it’s very flattering.” Once Ashley was seated and had started to relax, Brenda pulled the younger woman’s head down into her lap so that she was facing away from her, and staring out into the darkened room, then as she spoke she started to stroke Ashley’s dirty blond hair. “You know, my husband and I have a bet. I told him you were a lesbian, but he thinks… more like hope’s you’re bi. Care to settle it for us?”
“I’m gay,” Ashley said simply, lost in the sensation of her hair being played with like this. She’d fall asleep in a heartbeat from this, but as long as her little erzincan escort rabbit heart was racing in her chest she couldn’t. Laying her in Brenda’s lap like it was a pillow was an intoxicating mix of relaxation and nervousness. It was almost enough to distract her from the strange questions she was being asked, but not quite. Finally, after a minute of comfortable silence she asked, “How did you know? I thought I was being careful…”
“Careful? Why would you think you’d have to hide something like that from us Ashley?” Brenda asked, the mirth dancing in her voice.
“Well, I didn’t think that a nice couple like you would want a…” Ashley stammered, at a loss for how to finish that sentence.
“A what? A lesbian? A dyke? A deviant homosexual woman out to corrupt our newborn son before he learned how to walk?” She laughed then, long and loud. “Thank you darling. I needed that. Tell me, why do you think we chose you for the position? We had 30 candidates, but you were the right woman for the job. Why?”
“Well, my qualifications of course, and my experience…” Ashley started, but her heart wasn’t in it. She had often wondered why that had chosen her.
“No dear,” Brenda answered, turning Ashley so she was looking up, past her prominent tits to her face in the dark room. “Your qualifications were fine, but plenty of other women were more qualified. I chose you because you were the prettiest qualified candidate. The one I most wanted to sleep with. We can do that later of course, but right now, I need you to do me a favor and suck on my tits until the milk isn’t quite so out of control. Can you do that for me? Can you do that for mommy?
Ashley’s mouth was dry, and she merely nodded in small rapid motions. She wanted this. She definitely wanted it, but she was as nervous at the idea as she was the first time she’d ever made out with a girl behind the curtains in drama class.
“Good girl,” Brenda said, reaching behind her to remove her bra and setting it aside before lifting Ashley’s head to her left breast. Ashley greedily started to attack the nipple, sucking on it forcefully. “Careful, baby girl,” she whispered. “Careful. Not so hard. Take the whole areola in your mouth, not just the nipple and mmmm.. Yes, just like that baby. Use your tongue… mmmm.. Perfect.”
When Ashely sucked hard she’d only gotten perhaps a drop or two of mother’s milk, but as she followed Brenda’s instructions and used her tongue on the nipple like she was milking a tiny udder she was rewarded with one rich splash of milk after another which she drank down greedily. It was warm, and different from cow’s milk, but utterly delicious. After another minute, the motions were almost automatic – instinctual, just like they were for any newborn she imagined. She laid there on the lap of her employer, suckling at her beautiful tit while Ashley listened to her moan and sigh in pleasure. It was less sexual, than it was sensual. She’d honestly never felt so connected to someone before, and she never wanted it to end.
Ashley didn’t believe that the experience could get any better, but then Brenda let her left hand wander. First she gently stroked Ashley’s own breasts through her shirt. “That’s a good girl,” she cooed, “I knew you were the right girl for the job Ashley. I knew you could make your mommy feel all better.” Ashley had been dominated before, and enjoyed the experience, but there was something so innocent and natural about this gentler domination that she had not dreamed was possible before now. “I chose you because you were a beautiful little lesbian that I could eventually seduce. I’d planned to wait longer of course… to build up trust so I wouldn’t scare you away, but that cheap breast pump just made everything work out just fine, didn’t it?” Ashley nodded slightly, almost unconsciously, surprised she was doing it, as Brenda slipped her hand under the young woman’s shirt, “A beautiful lesbian with beautiful breasts.” She emphasized the last word by gently twisting one of Ashley’s nipples, making her moan and arch her back.
“Do you like that baby girl? Do you want Mommy to make you feel good?” Brenda asked, her voice gentle, but firm. She may have asked a question, but it sounded more like an order to Ashley’s ears. “Switch breasts now princess. You kissed that one all better, but now I need you to take care of the other one before bed.”
Ashley didn’t need to be told twice and adjusted her position on Brenda’s lap so that she could get to the right tit and resume her sucking. It was a glorious sensation that made her feel incredibly submissive, and as erzurum escort soon as she let go of the first nipple she felt a pang of regret for already being halfway done with this remarkable and unique experience. Once she was entirely readjusted and comfortable, Brenda moved her hand, letting it move from where it had been idly teasing the young woman’s B cup breasts down to the button fly on her jean shorts. Without a word she began to unto the buttons, one at a time. The motion was slow, giving Ashley all the time in the world to stop her or protest, but she did nothing but ache for the older woman to move faster.
Slower was sexy though, so it was over a minute before the fly was entirely done, and then Brenda slid her slim fingers under the waistband of her pretty yellow panties, towards what they both knew they would find: a soaked and aching slit. The motions started out as a slow tease – running two fingers up and down her slick lips, not just to make Ashley buck her hips in a vain quest for penetration, but in the end those fingers escaped to circle her clit in slick little circles that made her twist and writhe on Brenda’s lap.
“That’s right baby,” she whispered to the moaning girl that was so distracted by the pleasure arcing through her that she had trouble sucking on the delicious breast properly. Ashley compensated for this by raising her hands and using them to grab and knead the breast that loomed over her – stabilizing it, even though both hands couldn’t hope to fully contain that massive tit with all of her small, slender fingers. “Do you like what I’m doing Ashley? If you want more than to be teased, you’re going to have to ask Mommy nicely…” she let the statement hang in the air while Ashley’s demure nature warred with her desire to cum.
Finally Ashley broke the latch on Brenda’s milky mammary to plead, “Please mommy. Please make me feel good and finger my p-pussy. Please?”
Brenda used her right hand to lift Ashley’s head back up to her nipple where it belonged. “If that’s what you want baby girl…” she said coyly as she started to slide two fingers into the eager slut, making moan and cry out around the breast filling her mouth. Brenda twisted the fingers back and forth, letting her lover get used to the feeling for a few moments before she started moving both of them in opposite directions, curling one in while she pressed the other one out, in long slow strokes, stimulating different parts of her dripping cunt, seemingly at random before reversing the motion, and repeating them until her little girl was delirious with pleasure. Ashley couldn’t handle the powerful sensations bombarding her, and soon released the breast from her mouth as she writhed on her mommy’s lap.
“Mmmmmm, Mommy,” she moaned, “It feels so good. Please let me cum. Please mommy. I’ll be your good girl…”
Brenda didn’t have to be told twice. Another night she might make her beg more, and wait longer for release, but tonight she wanted this sweet little slut deep in her power, and adding a burst of orgasmic oxytocin to that already floating around in her system from breastfeeding was just the way to do that. She changed her grip, so she could use her thumb on Ashley’s clit while the two fingers inside of her switched from stimulating her pussy to attacking her g spot. The result was instantaneous and electric. Ashley went from moaning and writhing to bucking and gibbering. “Fuck… Ohhh… God… Cunt.. Mmmm…Yes… She tried to make complete sentences. She tried to tell her mommy how good she was making her feel, but she couldn’t. Her brain was no longer working right. Instead as Brenda’s movements got faster, Ashley’s words got shorter, until all she was capable of was a long string of random vowels and gasps. Finally her body tightened and her face froze in a silent rictus of pleasure.
“Go on baby girl,” Brenda urged, “Cum for mommy. Cum on mommy’s lap so you can be her perfect little slut from now on. You can do that for me can’t you baby?”
Ashley’s only response was to buck and spasm for half a minute before her body, drained of all of its energy. Then she slowly drew herself into a fetal position on Brenda’s lap and lay there, breathing heavily. Brenda pulled her hand out of Ashley’s panties and brought it to her lips, tasting her two fingers covered in her lover’s juices. “Aren’t you delicious,” Brenda said, practically purring in satisfaction. “I can’t wait to eat you up, but not tonight. Go brush your teeth and then join me in my bed. I sleep naked, and on nights when Mike isn’t here you’re going to join me.”
Ashley was blushing hard, grateful that the darkness hid it from Brenda. “Yes Ma’am.” she whispered, starting to rise. “Does that mean this is a secret from your husband… from Mike?”
“No,” Brenda smiled, playfully swatting Ashley’s ass as she rose, “I keep no secrets from my husband, I just don’t feel like sharing you with him just yet.”
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