Tea For Two - Sex Stories

Tea For Two

... long, powerful kiss. Nothing sweet or tender, his lips lock onto mine powerfully, his hands control my head, his tongue explores at will. My legs literally spread, ready to give whatever he wants this instant, despite what I said.

He releases me and walks over to pour himself a cup. “So, how was your day?”

I laugh at the abrupt change in direction. “Oh, you know, being a mum.” I recount a few of the more interesting bits from my day as I stand to get him a biscuit. I bring the milk over for his tea when a devilish idea hits me. “Some milk for your tea?”

“Of course, you know how I like it.”

“I do.” I set the milk down without putting any in his cup. “I’m thinking two squirts would do it.” I pull open my robe and pull back the bra, revealing my breast. Luther’s eyes go wide, followed quickly by a laughing smile spreading across his face as he realizes what I'm about. I bend over his cup, but then realize I’m not quite sure how to make this happen. “Just give me a moment.” I switch my mindset a bit, close my eyes and picture feeding time with my son. I try to remember the motion that lets the milk flow, and emulate that with my fingers. I’m rewarded by a stream of milk flowing out. I miss the cup entirely, but then aim again and manage to get an adequate amount into his tea.

A bit taken aback, Luther has a couple of false starts responding and then finally says “Well thank you, that will do nicely,” and takes a sip. “Delicious. Organic ingredients always taste ...

... better.”

I cover myself and pull my robe back around, but Luther practically leaps out of his chair, reaching to stop me. He leaves my robe tied, but manages to remove the bra from underneath it and then pulls back the fabric to expose my breasts to his gaze. "There's only so much teasing a man can take," he mutters as his eyes lock on to my chest, openly staring at my tits. Without even being touched, my nipples harden at the attention of his intense gaze. He smiles as he notices my arousal but never looks me in the eye, instead keeping his gaze locked on the objects of his desire.

He asks me again about my day, and we return to the normal, perfectly platonic conversations that we've been having since the new addition to our little tribe. He listens to every word, adding tidbits of his own, but his eyes never leave my tits. Side note, I normally avoid the term 'tits', but at this moment my beautiful life-giving maternal breasts were being treated as objects of man's lust, and in this moment I was loving it.

Our mundane conversation on household chores and the neighbors gossip continues, but Luther is now removing his clothing piece by piece. Not able to stop myself, my hands start rubbing my breasts, ok tits, and playing with my hard nipples. I gaze at his bare chest, then the bulge in his knickers as he removes his trousers, and finally that bulge reveals itself to be the lovely, hard cock I want so desperately to be inside me.

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