The mother

Standing up, he rushed to the toilets, sat down in a cubicle, and waited a small cubicle in a small office with his... big, massive cock being worshiped by his hands.

Then he heard her finally come in, Tara clacking her heels down the tiles as she unzipped her bag, pulling out the breast milk device as she prepared to feed.

He could hear the steady hydraulic rhythm of the pump beginning, as Tara hummed softly to herself. He could hear her nails clicking against her phone with the other hand.

HYPER

The word was projected from the phone in a plain unobtrusive voice. Just a fact of life.

Kyle began to pump with his free hand again as the phone chirped and repeated.

HYPER

He could hear her breathing shift, her pumping getting more intense in time to the word.

Slowly opening the cubicle door, seeing her depravity.

In ragged, heavy breaths, her back to the wall, she nursed into the pump, looking down at her own aching, swelling tit flesh. Once, the pump covered her whole breast, but now it rapidly began to only cover her areola, barely able to force it inside as her mouth hung open, thick, heavy streams of milk slopping out in such a way like never before.

Then she looked up, starting at him, through him, with him as they locked eyes.

Tara grinned, biting her lip.

She slowly spread her legs wide, still standing back to the wall, as she presented her pussy, already leaking fluid through her long, business skirt, which she began to pull up to her waist.

Kyle understood, standing up and walking his way over as the two locked lips, his one hand guiding his cock, the other hand reaching down to fondle with her swelling, fattening breast and rubbery, udder-like nipple.

His body almost crushes the pump as he forces himself against her, manhandling her nipple aggressively as he tears her soaking panties off of her.

He's enormous. Bigger than her husband. An edged and ravenous goon cock, ready to bury itself inside her.

He was gurning, rutting as he pressed against her, holding her tight as her flesh became warm and soft and squishy

His mouth finding itself latched to the remaining milky nipple, sucking and drinking down her milk, as her remaining nipple gushed hard into her pump, overfilling it as it splashed upon the bathroom tiles

Tara's professional attire was ruined. Stained and stretched out as she moaned and bucked under him.

Her cunt was clenching, tighter than ever as it desperately tried to milk the load out of him. Her tit spurting harder and harder into his mouth till it poured down his chin. He wantonly moaned out into her ear, humping away like an animal as his tongue lolled out, licking away at her neck.

Then, he pushed all the way in, slapping as hard as he could as he felt his basketball sized breeder balls brush up against her pussy, holding her tight as she was overfilled on cum, bloating out her belly, looking ridiculous with her stretched out work attire, as she quivered and tried with all her might not to collapse under him.

She looked insane, fat, saggy tits, a pregnant belly, perky and round lips on her motherly face.

She wanted more~