James is drained out
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
absolfusion
Maria eased into the break room chair, setting her lunch aside and slipping her blouse open. Her breasts felt heavy, tight, every step of the morning having worsened the dull ache inside them. She fitted the pump cups over herself, adjusted the straps, and flicked the switch.
The machine answered with its steady rhythm—whirr-chhk, whirr-chhk—and almost immediately warm streams filled the tubing. A sigh slipped from her lips as the pressure lightened, her shoulders dropping back in relief.
Then the left side jolted with a stronger pull. The suction dragged harder than it should, making her chest throb. She pressed her palm against the cup, brows pinching as she whispered, “Hm… that’s odd.”
Inside, James had no time to think. The current surged, milk rushing all around him. He clawed for purchase but the pull carried him, sweeping him down the narrow tube in a dizzying rush. His cry disappeared in the liquid roar until, with a splash, he spilled into the collection bottle.
Maria blinked at the sound. The milk inside had frothed unusually, the plastic rattling as though something heavier than fluid had entered. Her pulse ticked up, but she leaned forward quickly, already unclipping the tubing.
The bottle came off in her hands, warm and half-full. Through the creamy swirl she spotted him—tiny, sputtering, but moving. Relief bloomed through her chest. Nothing worse had happened. Thank heavens.
“Ah, there you are,” she breathed, her smile easing the tension in her face. She twisted the lid free, tipped him gently into her palm, and cupped him close. “You gave me quite a scare, sweetheart.”
James coughed, pushing milk from his lungs, slick and shivering against her skin. He looked up at her, blinking, trying to find his breath.
Maria’s laugh came soft and airy, born of gratitude rather than panic. She pressed him against her chest, tucking him into the soft hollow between her breasts. “Shhh… it’s alright. I’ve got you.”
The steady beat of her heart filled his ears, faster than usual but already calming as she stroked her thumb along his milk-slick back. She kissed his damp hair, lips curling in an affectionate smile.
“Gracias a Dios, cariño,” she whispered, her voice low and content. “You’re safe, and nothing worse came of it. That’s all that matters.”
She shifted back into the chair, blouse still hanging open, pump abandoned on the table. The bottles could wait. Her hand cradled him gently as he settled, every breath drawing in the warmth of her body and the faint sweet scent of her milk.
Maria leaned her head back against the wall, closed her eyes, and let the gratitude wash over her.
(What happens next?)
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