What do you want, she asked

Without looking 

She was sorting out things

As her baby played by her side

Milk, I replied

While oogling at her ample display of cleavage

She looked at me

And gave a knowing smile

Come tomorrow noon

While my husband is away

And when I met her in the cabin

The next day

She was waiting for me

In her undergarments

She smelt fresh

Considering, she being a maid

I released her breasts

Into my mouth

Ahh that mild taste of her milk

She was lactating

I greedily suckled both her melons

While her child slept

Few distance away

When she clasped her legs

Around my slippery buttocks

I thrust my simmering rage

She clung to my neck

Lost, in the base passage

When I released my milly essence

Inside her

She coyly said 'come again

I will feed you to death'.

©LR