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Express Yourself
It was Mother’s Day and Lo was bent over the bed, looking at her phone. Her red dress was flipped up and over her hips, exposing her ass and lovely pussy lips. I mounted her and she told me the following story:
‘Fuck!’ I heard her call from the bathroom. A few moments later, ‘God damnit!’ I was nervous.
I was feeding the little one in his high chair and the other two were watching TV.
‘Can I help?’ I asked through the closed door.
‘Yes,’ I heard after a moment. ‘Lola can you come in here?’
I slowly opened the bathroom door to find her, the mom whose kids I’d be babysitting that night, struggling with her manual breast pump, trying to express some milk for the baby. Her long green gown was folded down over her hips, leaving her torso completely exposed. She was clearly stressed.
‘Lo,’ she said, ‘I can’t get this damn thing to work. It’s not sealing properly around my nipple or something. I know this is awkward, but can you. . .’ She didn’t finish her sentence. She thought of how to say it. And then she just came out with it. ‘Can you hold the bottle for me over my nipple?’
I wasn’t one to say no to her, ever. I walked up to her. She unscrewed the suction cup top of the bottle off and passed the container to me. I held it…