What, if anything, happens at school?

A little diversion ...

I headed towards school with reserved excitement, sexually satiated, and yet a lot of wondrous expectations. The drive was seemingly uneventful as I listened to my favorite songs on the local radio station. However, when I had stopped at the traffic light, I happened to see a lovely brunette driving the car next to me. She had craned her neck, turning to the backseat to tend to her newborn baby, tucked safely in the car seat. I tried to focus on her, to see if my powers extended beyond my mother. While I was able to garner her image in my mind, I wasn’t able to see her thoughts, nor could I push any thoughts towards her, to at least look in my direction. The only other things in my head were the words of the song on the radio, and the music blaring away. A slight nagging pressure was again building.

I had been concentrating so hard that I didn’t realize the light had turned green, and the mother and her child were already moving down the road. Intrigued and curious, I hurried down the street, eager to catch up to her without seeming too obvious. I also turned off the radio, ridding myself of any distractions. Luckily, we reached another red light where I was able to pull up aside her again.

This time I was able to see her image and that same familiar gray cloud that had been next to my mother. Again, she had turned to her baby in the back seat, and was apparently reaching back to pat its head.

”It’s okay. We’ll be home soon. When we get home, I’ll breastfeed you.”<

My cock sprang to life. Just the mere thought of suckling on another set of large tits was enough to get me going. However, being able to suckle the milk of life from those tits seemed even more appealing.

”I hope you’re hungry. My breasts hurt because they are so full.”<

That was just the opening I needed. I had to see if my pushing abilities would work. I had to try!

My breasts hurt. I need to rub them so they feel better.<

I could see her blink her eyes rapidly before pulling her hand away from her infant. She turned back to the front, her eyes wide with a blank stare. The hand that had been tending to her infant now palmed her right orb. She grabbed the full breast firmly, her fingers digging into the pliable flesh before rubbing it in a circular pattern. I couldn’t resist to push her further.

That feels a little better. But the other one still hurts. It would feel better if I reached into my blouse and rubbed the flesh.<

I had expected a lot of resistance, and prepared myself for the upcoming thud. However, I was treated to the sight of her hand unbuttoning a few buttons until she was able to reach her right hand into her blouse. She pushed her hand under the tight fitting bra and fondled her left tit in much the same manner. A smile crossed her face.

The words were right there in the gray cloud for me to see. >”Oh! That feels so good!”<

The sound of horns honking caused the image in my mind to disappear. The light had turned green. I eased the car forward, wondering if the honking horns had done anything to the mother’s state of mind. Oddly, and surprisingly enough, the mother was completely attentive to her driving. However, by the time I caught up to her at the next traffic light, I was shocked to see her hand still buried in her blouse, tending to her apparently aching breast. I was happy for the elongated stop at this intersection. It was time to have some fun.

It feels so good. My tits are so full that they ache.<

I could see a pained look on her face despite the curve of her smile.

It feels so good when I bring these out to feed the baby. It feels so good when I bring these out in the open to feed my baby. It feels so good when I bring these out in the open.<

It was a natural transgression from one streaming thought to the next, reiterating the past, but making tiny little changes.

It feels so good, I need to bring these out in the open. It feels so good when they’re out in the open.<

My mouth began salivating when the hand that had been gripping the steering wheel moved to undo some more buttons on the blouse until it fell open, revealing her large breasts, spilling over the tight bra designed for easy feeding. Rather than opening the little flap, the hand that had been mauling her left tit, gripped the full orb and pulled it so that it popped free of the confines of her bra, pushing the white cotton down under the glorious mountain of flesh, dragging the strap closer to falling off her shoulder.

This seemed too easy. It had been much harder with my mother, but then, I may have figured it out. I sat there in my car, ogling at the way the lovely lady popped her other tit free, bringing both of them out into full open view, without any regard to her surroundings. Thanks to the tight fitting bra, her naked breasts were pressed tightly together. I sat gawking at the way she tweaked her fat nipples, tugging each one from its base. She had milked each one just enough to leave a few droplets on her fingertips. She stared at her fingers briefly.

”They are so full of milk. I don’t think they’ll every dry up”<

Her thoughts seemed so natural, and yet the temptation to play with them was impossible to resist.

They are so full of milk. There’s more than enough for the baby. The milk tastes so good.<

As if it were the most natural thing to do, the lovely woman first brought one finger to her mouth and licked it clean, before doing the same with the other, quickly returning her hands to her breasts.

”My breasts are so big. My nipples are so long.”<

I twisted her thoughts to my advantage.

My breasts are so big, I can bring them to my own mouth. My nipples are so long, I can lick them and suckle them myself.<

Sure enough. She did exactly that, without any hesitation, bringing a fat tit to her own mouth, snaking out her tongue to lash at the nipple before sucking it between her red lips. She was soon sucking with hungered thirst, drinking her own milk.

It feels so good.<

I felt the need to add the little bit of reinforcement, just to ensure she was comfortable with what she was doing. She alternated to the other tit and eagerly drank the milk from it.

I knew the light was about to turn green, so I wanted to play with her somewhat, preparing myself for the thundering thud once more.

It feels so good and natural. It is good to do what feels good and natural. It feels so good, even if someone can see me.<

Just like I had done with my mother, I had flooded her with the words and thoughts, before she had time to slam the door shut. Yet, for some odd reason, there seemed to be no attempt for that to happen. The woman looked around and spotted my leering eyes. As our eyes locked, she sheepishly smiled, the color rising from her neck to flush her cheeks.

It feels so good. It feels so natural. That young man can see me, and it feels so good. It feels so good for me to let him watch. It feels good.<

The light turned green, and she redirected her attention to the road. I wasn’t sure how much further this could go on, with the two of us purposefully keeping our cars side by side at each intersection. Unfortunately, by the next stop light, she had pulled into the left turn lane, giving me one last opportunity to play with her before she drove away. Emboldened with my powers, and not wanting to get the woman in trouble, I ended my play time with her.

It feels so good, but I should cover up before I get in trouble.<

Again, she had looked at me, a coy smile on her face, her hands carefully tucking her large melons back into the confines of her tight bra. She had buttoned just enough buttons to hide the front of her bra, but left enough undone to show the creamy flesh of her tits. She smiled and winked, just before pulling away, and turning the corner. It was then I saw the gray cloud around her slowly vanishing image.