Chapter 18
by 
Ai-R
What's next?
Standing on the Doorstep → Kneeling in a Milking Stall
A stray, dark thought crosses my mind, and before I know it the camera's flickered and Mom is no longer 'Standing on the Doorstep.' Instead, she's situated in a stall somewhere in the country, with... tags, animal tags on her ears, although I can't quite make out what they say.
Her purse is nowhere to be seen, her tits are slipping out of her bikini top, and she seems not at all concerned with this state of affairs. What just... According to the Prompt, she's 'Kneeling in a Milking Stall,' but it doesn't seem like she's kneeling, or that much milking is going on. At the moment, at least.
I, um... Maybe that was a step - or three - too far? I mean, I'm pissed but... I didn't want to, I mean... She looks happy but... I didn't want my mom to literally be treated like some kind of exotic dairy cow!
What the hell, Prompt? It was... it was just an intrusive thought!
(mature woman, dumb horny cow, huge milky udders, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, lactating, cow bikini, mom clothes, purse, kneeling in a milking stall)
