weakandsleepygrrl:pugugly001-library:midnightabsinthe:dreamdropdazing:bannableoffense:hypn
weakandsleepygrrl: pugugly001-library: midnightabsinthe: dreamdropdazing: bannableoffense: hypnoswriter: I came up stairs to see what the babysitter wanted. My little girl was already asleep in her bed, and I was late for my first date in… well she’s three now so three years plus nine months. Wow, has it been that long? My friends had set it up, said the guy was handsome and already knew I had a kid so he wasn’t going to be freaked out about it. So yeah, I just wanted to get going. “Sorry Claire I really need to get going,” I said as I came in, slipping my earring in and fastening it closed as I did. She was in the guest bedroom, sitting in a chair with her shirt mostly open. I couldn’t help but catch an eyeful of cleavage as I entered the room. She was the younger sister of one of my friends, a college student studying anthropology or something. “I just wanted to know what I should do to entertain the little girl when she wakes up,” she said. I shook my head, “She won’t wake up, she had a big day and should be asleep all night. If she does just help her to the bathroom and give her some water and she’ll fall right back asleep.” Claire smiled, noticing that I was having trouble not looking down her open shirt. I would have said something had I thought that my daughter would wake up, mentioned that dressing like that wasn’t appropriate but right now I just wanted to get going and not start a fight over her distracting outfit. “So she had a big day and now she’s all tuckered out. Very sleepy. I just thought that sometimes young children need to nurse when they wake up to help them go back to sleep so they go into a deep sleep. I was wondering if she needed a bottle,” the woman said. I shook my head, “No, she’s too old for a bottle. Just a cup of water will be fine.” “Oh of course. I just was learning that we often hold over some of our physical and emotional responses from when we were younger. For example if you were nursed as a child to help you sleep deeply, you often find the sight of a woman’s breasts relaxing as your body even as long as it’s been begins to prepare to nurse and to sleep,” she said, adding, “where you nursed to sleep as a baby?” I shook my head, both as a no and trying to clear it. It felt woozy and I noticed she had undone another button on her blouse. I couldn’t honestly remember if I’d been nursed to sleep as a child, but then who could? She kept talking in that low and kind of breathy voice of hers, “It’s okay if you don’t remember. You can just imagine how it must be to feel so warm and safe and relaxed. Knowing that you can just relax and let go, easily when you see a woman’s breast. Relax and let go, so sleepy after such a big day.” I nodded, not sure why. It was getting hard to think. Her breasts were big for someone so young. I noticed that her shirt was on the floor now, but when did that happen? She reached up and unlatched her bra, and it fell towards the ground as well. “Sleep now,” she said, cooing, “Good Girl. Sleepy girl.” My eyes shut and I felt myself falling towards the floor. I don’t remember anything beyond that until I was naked and wet. Claire’s nipple was in my mouth and my fingers were in her pussy, slick and moist. I felt an orgasm building as she arched her back. Cumming. I came too, and curled but beside her in the bed, our bodies covered in sweat. I had so many questions, but as she began to stroke my cheek and tell me about how big of a day I had I knew they would have to wait. I fell asleep for her, and as I slept all of my questions disappeared. The next morning after sending my daughter off to play at a friend’s I called my missed date and apologized for standing him up. He asked if I wanted to reschedule just as Claire entered my kitchen naked and smiled at me. “No, thank you though. I think I’m off the market for now.” Claire smiled and mouthed the words ‘Good Girl’. …. >////////////////////< Fuuuuuuuuck yes lesbians + nursing + a thousand fiery yes’s upon this post Absolutely! I didn’t mentally edit that to be F/m. Nope. In this blog we do not ascribe to ‘Death of the Author’ kids. Le petite morte of the author maybe. Mmmmfffffff Wonderful! -- source link
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