But I had to be good, at least,I thought that was part of the deal. I had to try and be a girl for amonth. Her milky pet.When the feeling of fullnes... began to ebb, I felt the spraying of milkbecome less. Somehow, I instinctively knew I didn't have much less andmooed in complaint as my sensitive teats... nipples... were startinghurt when Mistress tugged on them.Mistress stood and carefully slit the tub from under my breasts. Shethen poured my milk into a coffee cup and showed me. The. When she came to dry in front of the cooler she accidentally dropped her towel (but I think it was intentional) and she was completely naked in front of me she quickly picked up the towel and covered herself and said that the towel is very short. I had an instant hard on and it took me a while to calm myself down. The next day I woke up late and was not able to take bath so my mom forced me to take a pair of clothes while I was going to her house and told her to make sure that I took bath. I retrieved the red thong from under my pillow and deeply inhaled the aroma of the moist gusset. A few dozen strokes later, I was cumming into a tissue. I really had to fuck someone for real, and as soon as possible, or else I was likely to go insane from all the pent-up lust.I went to bed early that night but couldn’t get any sleep. The feel of my mother’s soft pussy kissing and squeezing my cock was still too real, and for that matter, so was her hand on my face. Over and over I kept reliving. Would you mind awfully having a quick shave and a shower? And I’ll do the same.”“What, you’ll have a quick sha ... oooooooh! Yes!”I slept better that night. In fact, I checked the label on the mattress and made a note to replace my IKEA ‘Morgedal’ with one of those. Mind you, I’ve done that before and then I get home and can’t be arsed to actually deal with all that. Throw out an old mattress? That involves a trip to the council depot, and I don’t have a station wagon. I’d have to clear out.