Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... my boo-boo. You could make me feel something to take my mind off the pain. You could- "You could let me win in CTR."

He scoffed. "Where's the satisfaction in that? How about we do battle mode instead since racing isn't really your forte at the moment."

I made a face, and quietly ate my eggs while he started up the game. I watched him do a little bit of the adventure mode while I finished, getting up to wash my plate and go brush my teeth. When I came back he offered me my controller and we played a few rounds. I ended up winning more than losing, but I think it was more luck than actual skill that helped me there. I vowed to get better at the game though. I said I needed a break and he went back to adventure mode.

Really I just felt a bit of an ache in my breasts and wanted to milk a little bit to avoid getting uncomfortable before my usual time. I went back to my bedroom with the intention of doing it in my bathroom when an idea hit me and sent tingles through me. I came back out and grabbed a small towel and the mixing bowl from the kitchen "the one I'd been using the night he first walked in on me). I set the bowl on the table and sat on the couch next to him, placing the towel in my lap. He glanced at the bowl for a second and then went back to the online race he was in the middle of before doing a quick double take and looking at me just as I was hooking my fingers in the bottom of my shirt.

"Is this okay?" I asked innocently. "I figured you're probably ...

... comfortable enough with this that I don't have to seclude myself to express."

He looked a little fried but nodded gently. "Uh sure, go ahead." And he went back to his game, now in 8th place.

I hesitated for a second, undressing this close to him was even more intense than doing it from the kitchen, even if his eyes weren't glued to me. I was also fully aware of what I could be instigating with my next move. If anything that made the decision easier. I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, making sure he saw it land. He definitely glanced at it, but snapped back to focusing on the game. He'd worked his way back to 5th.

My breasts needed no coaxing at this point, my nipples were achingly hard, and when I grabbed the bowl and started to knead, the milk came easily. I let out a small, unintentional gasp as the first satisfying tingle of release, before biting my lip, unsure if he'd heard me. Before long the gentle spray of the milk hitting the bowl could be heard slightly amongst the din of the shoulder buttons of the PS4 controller and the hectic soundscape of the race. He was in 2nd place now.

I switched breasts and he glanced over at me, as if to confirm that I was really doing what he thought. He looked back quickly, but not before I caught his eyes widening, his brow shooting up, and his jaw going slack. I acted like I was just casually watching him play while I did this. As he looked back he was flattened by a player boosting into him from behind. ...