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I can feel his eyes on me as I pick my baby up from her crib, watching every inch of my nude form as I coo to my nearly one year old daughter. I made sure all the lights were on, he seems to like the way it shines on my naturally golden brown skin. My husband was the same way before he died, leaving me a single mother with no one there. My peeping tom disgusted me at first, but now…a year is a long time to go without another person. This isn’t the same, but it is something. I need this, to feel desired as a woman, to know that men still find me desirable. When my daughter is older I might try dating again, maybe even ask the college boy next door if he would like to finally fuck what he masturbates over, but this is good for now.
There is a big, comfy recliner that I use to sit and nurse my daughter. I originally chose to put it in front of the rooms large bay window because of the natural light my daughter could get in the day during a feeding and so I could show her the moon and stars at night. It was the perfect place and with the tall fence around the house, I thought I had plenty of privacy. Until the house on the other side of the fence got a second story built. I still didn’t think anything of it.
About four months ago, one of my girlfriends who also had a new baby told me to start doing the feedings naked. Something about the increased skin contact deepening the bond between mother and child. It’s probably bullshit but I figured what the hell. After I finished the first time, I just happened to look up. There was a shadow that moved quickly, I didn’t see anyone but it was suspicious. I moved the chair closer to the window so I could look up into that other window without being too obvious.
I had just got my baby to latch onto my nipple when I spotted movement. I looked up furtively and saw what I was afraid would be there. I had heard their son had just finished an Associates degree and was home while he debated looking for a job or continuing with school. He looked to be tall and thin. Maybe he had a bit of facial hair or they needed to clean their windows, it could go either way. There was no mistaking what he had in his right hand though. How big would it have to be that you could see it from a story down and several feet away? He was stroking gently as he watched me feed my daughter, I don’t think he was fully erect yet. I wanted to jump up and call the police but that would disturb my daughter, it would show him more of me. So I just finished nursing and waited for him to finish himself off. He left the window, probably to go get something to clean the large mess he had made, and I used the opportunity to move.
I thought about calling the cops again, but I had stayed there the whole time. I made a grown man cum just by sitting naked in a chair. It was a bit of an ego boost. For the vip escort last month I sat there feeding my daughter, secretly watching him secretly watching me. All the time my libido was slowly coming back. I wasn’t ready to be with someone yet, but I was ready for something. Yesterday I made my plan, today I would put it into action.
I fed my daughter early, not enough to make her full, but I wanted her to finish her meal early today. I took a nice soaking bath with bubbles and shaved for the first time in months. Not the most fun of experiences but thinking of what was to come kept me going. I even put on my makeup, something I hadn’t bothered with since Mario was in that wreck. It felt good to go back through those practiced motions. I thought of him there, watching me from up on high. As a teen I had a real thing for the Phantom of the Opera, how the Phantom would watch his angel from the rafters, this guy would watch me the same way.
Discarding my clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror.. Maybe not what I was in college, but few women are after a child. My face was mostly the same, a few faint lines starting to form at my eyes but I’m the only one that would notice. My stomach not quite back to the taut work of bronze but I hadn’t gained a lot for the pregnancy so it was firming up quite nicely. My breasts were the biggest change. They had been a perky b cup, now they were almost a d and despite that the skin was stretched tight as a drum, they sagged. Yet what I had lost in feeling young and beautiful I more than got back in feeling motherly and natural. I rubbed a bit of baby oil into my skin, giving myself a glistening look. One last check in the mirror and I was good to go.
I started up a playlist that Mario and I had listened to when we were going to be romantic, filled with quick rhythms and flowing melodies and lyrics to turn up the heat. Hearing the music didn’t hurt any more. He’d want me to be happy. I am going to make myself pretty happy right now.
Walking down the hall completely naked, feeling my achingly full breasts bob with each step, the way my thighs rubbed each other, how my ass jiggled just a little bit, I felt sexy. I wasn’t Mrs. Contessa Morales any more, no longer the wife he had to be a conservative lady in the street and a freak in the bed. I could show myself to the world. I was going to show myself to this young man next door. My juices started to flow in anticipation.
Moving into the nursery, I picked my daughter up from the crib and moved to the window. I stood in profile as I offered myself to my kid. She grabbed at my nipple with her tiny hand, put her mouth to it, but she obviously had no intention of having a meal. I could see him up there. I turned my back to him, laid my daughter on the seat of the recliner and bent over to tickle her a bit, making gecelik escort sure to really move my ass around. My husband said it was my best feature, he used to grab it and spank it, cover it in kisses and nip at every inch of the skin with his teeth before diving in to give me a rimjob with his long tongue. I miss the way that would feel.
I pick up my darling girl, shushing her to sleep as I hold her close to me, letting her feel my animal warmth before tucking her back into her crib. It is time for the show and I must not keep my audience waiting.
Moving back over to the recliner, I make a show of flopping down into the comfortable chair. My milk laden breasts flop around wildly. I was going to exaggerate a look of pain but no acting was necessary. Note to self, no excessive titty flapping until after a feeding. I doubt he can see it from his perch on high, but the tips of my nipples have a small dot of white on them. I can feel my milk start to let down. I lean back into the chair and begin to gently rub my breasts. Starting from just below my collarbone, my fingers slide down my bronze skin to where they start to swell. I give myself a light massage there, rubbing in a tight concentric motion, before continuing down the length of each breast till my bronze skin changes to the dark brown pancake size areola. I gasp as I trace my index finger around the darker and thicker skin, then slide in to pinch at my nipples. Immediately two streams erupt from the thick spouts of my breasts. I probably should have put down a towel for this, oh well, I can clean up later. I sneak up a glance at my watcher, his hand has stopped moving and his mouth is just hanging open. He’s probably only seen this on his dirty little websites, never dreaming he would see me do it in real life.
I start to milk myself faster, squeezing the life sustaining nectar from my large, full breasts into the air. I can hear it hit the carpeted floor, does breast milk stain? He’s begun moving his hand again, he’s really going to town in himself. I hope he slows down because I’m not done.
Letting go of my left breast, I place both hands on my right and lift it up to look straight down at my thick, loaded nipple. Unfortunately my breasts didn’t get big enough that I could suck my own tit, I had always wanted to try that, but that’s fine. The force at which I could express the milk could easily close the distance. I squeezed my breast, aiming for my mouth but got myself in the forehead. It took a while to get the targeting down right, I had my own milk dripping off of my face, but eventually I shot it into my mouth. Maybe it is just pride, but I think I taste really good. One day I’ll have to get a second opinion. I can feel my right breast getting lighter, I don’t want it empty just yet so I drop it. My skin is so taut that eskort there isn’t a lot of bounce when I do a boob drop. I switch to my left breast and start squirting it into my mouth. For whatever reason my aim is better with my left and I don’t waste nearly as much of it coating my cheeks and chin.
I can see that my peeping tom has cum, there is a streaky mess on the glass in front of him, but it looms like he’s trying to get hard again. Well he has been such a good audience, I feel I should help him. I lean the recliner back slightly and bring up the foot rest, just enough to show off the entire length of my body. He is now able to see that I’m completely hairless. The dark, lush forest is gone to reveal silky smooth skin. I slowly part my legs, my pussy is amazing and deserves a grand reveal. My lips are thick and I know I’m not showing my inner self yet, but my husband always enjoyed seeing the clam shell when closed before one of us opened it. I’m not quite wet enough for the next phase, but fortunately I’m prepared for that.
Gripping each breast again, I start squirting the last of my milk on my pubic mound. The liquid feels warm against the sensitive skin and I try not to squirm as it slowly traces its way down the smooth skin and into my folds. I keep this up until I can’t get another drop out of my tits. I feel empty and relieved of a burden after expressing all that milk, it’s time for mommy’s reward.
As I’m sliding my right hand down my stomach, I can feel my clit becoming engorged. I’m bigger down there than most girls, about the size of the first joint of my pinkie finger. It stands out proudly from the hood, demanding attention. My hand finally makes it down to meet it, I part my fingers, pinching the button by my hood with my middle and ring fingers. I moan at the pressure, my left hand comes up to pull on my nipple as my whole body involuntarily shudders. I didn’t realize I was this close. It has been so long, way too long.
I move my right hand back and forth, pulling my clit back as far as it could go before shoving it downward. I can feel the movement of that nub inside me, almost like there is something in there. I keep my right hand going, picking up momentum, and send my left hand down to join it. I carefully open my lips, wet from my milk and now highly aroused vagina, and slide two fingers into my slit. When I pull back on my clit I press down hard onto my pelvic floor. It feels like I’m being fucked hard, I can almost feel the massive cock in me, swelling as he is ready to make me cum. I look up at my watcher, he’s jacking off furiously, our eyes meet. Neither of us turn away until our orgasms hit. My mouth flies open but it is a soundless scream as my first orgasm in months tears through my body. A thick, heavy stream jets from my pussy like one of those old super soakers, followed by another and another. I hear it splash against the bay window and splatter the carpet.
Once I’m coherent again, I look up, give him my best smile and wave. I mouth the word tomorrow and slowly get up and close the curtains.