At a nearby park, you see a mother breastfeeding

Something catches your eye as you turn your head: a mother sitting on a bench, breastfeeding her baby daughter.

You squint, trying to get a better look at the mother's features. Her chest is covered up, but it's obvious she's breastfeeding based on the way she's handling her daughter. She looks to be in her early thirties, and so far you can see no particular wrinkles on her. At the very least, she has to be 10 years older than you. She has blonde hair that stops at her shoulders. Just from her face, you can tell that she is a rather well-maintained individual who clearly keeps fit. Other than that, you know that you need to take a closer look.

Walking closer to the park and the bench where the mother is sitting, you're able to discern more of her features. She looks like some of the young, touched-up moms in the many various mother's magazines that you've always glanced at before, which isn't a bad thing at all.

Now standing in front of her, she appears to not have taken notice of your shadow looming over her as she smiles, holding her daughter in her arms. From a peek, you can see she has some pretty impressive breasts, in the D or E range. Her child was definitely well-fed, something you're a bit jealous about.

"Excuse me, ma'am," you speak up, shaking her focus on her daughter as she looks up at you. She narrows her eyes with slight annoyance as her lips shift into a frown. She's clearly apprehensive about your sudden approach. Does she think you might someone who finds it inappropriate to breastfeed in public?

"Ah...I didn't mean to disturb you," you begin, trying to reassure her that you had nothing negative to say about her practices. "It's just that...I thought you looked very lovely. My name is John Doe. What's yours?"

The woman relaxes a little herself as she sees some form of sincerity in your eyes, but she doesn't let go of her daughter and keeps her close to her breasts. To her, you're still a stranger.

"Melanie," she answers quietly, her tone clearly an attempt to come off as polite but indicating that she wants nothing to do with you. "I appreciate the comment, but I would rather be left alone, if you don't mind."

You smile as you begin wondering what you want to do. Even though you've had no problem screwing with people in public so far, most of the people you messed with were around your age that you toyed with for quick fun. Melanie is shaping up to be a woman you really desire, though. Her motherly appeal and character are acting as a powerful turn-on, and her resistance seems like it'd be a fun challenge to overcome.

"Do you have a husband, Melanie?" you ask, deciding to question her further.

Melanie furrows her eyebrows as she looks at you again. "Why do you ask?"

You curl your lips. Evading your question with a question of her own...you aren't really surprised, all things considered. You aren't on friendly terms with her yet, and she isn't comfortable right now, after all. You just need a little more information and work before you can continue.

"I'm just interested. Would you, please?"

Melanie frowned and sighed. "No, I don't think that's an appropriate question."

Well, looks like that's gonna get you nowhere. You can always find out later, but you keep your hopes high that she's a single mother. "Then, if I may ask, what's your daughter's name? She's adorable. How old is she?"

"...her name is Hanna. She's currently at 6 months. Is that all?" she asks impatiently. It's clear she just wants to be left alone with her daughter.

Unfortunately for her—or perhaps not—you find yourself wanting to get to know her even more...