Still breast feeding, my first morning drain had just finished as my mother and her long time boyfriend arrived for day care. They do everything for us and we are forever grateful for their much appreciated support.

Dressed in a soft white nighty, neatly dropped midway across my thighs and wearing normal plain day undies nothing sexy I promise. Comfort is required here and conveniently loose over my tits allowing me to pop 1 out as he so chooses fit when in need of a boob 😅. So I’m on the job and on all fours playing together on the floor, my blouse drooping low was fully exposed with my ass only covered in shear and not bothered with close family around seeing me like this. There was however a definite scent in the air of a woman lactating which probably bothered me more and I was definitely filling given thirst. I sensed that Steve (the boyfriend) had adjusted his seat on the couch considerably and now had cheap perving rights at my tits and beyond knowing my head was low and distracted.

Vulnerable yes. My primal sense prompted me, knowing he was looking deep inside and exploring with freedom saying to myself: ‘…I just finished a feed and my nipples are fking laced with residual. ‘ I also knew that my bush was hidden somewhat by cotton and within easy reach he was. With large hands and I’ve seen them before on mother he leaned over to join the game clever he was seeking to pickup a ‘lost’ toy when his whole arm went through my blouse, slow and straight towards my pussy opening his palm with care and began rubbing my mound. He made contact in a way only experience allows the developed the craft of age as I closed my eyes given the shock of it and dared not look up this was an accident right?

But the warmth of his hand I have to say was nice. Engulfing my mound as my cervex responded beginning to release her fluids and without making a scene I went along with this game as I opened the gap between my legs a little for Steve to find my folds so his fingers could tender them. Allowing my juices to flow the way they are suppose to and needing my tits to be firmly held by him at in this moment. He knew this, as Steve withdrew his hand gliding his palm over my stomach towards each of them finishing with tugs extracting my foremilk to feel my leak on his fingers surfacing anticipating another feed.

Steve reclined back into his seat with satisfaction re entering the conversation that was going on in the kitchen as I remained on all fours aroused from what just happened to me 🫠.