Sin in the Suburbs

It was 11 o'clock in the morning on a sunny, unseasonably warm day in a typical upper-middle class suburb. I've discovered that when the husbands are off at work and the kiddies are at school some moms get awfully naughty.

I was cruising over the expensive homes and sculpured lawns when a promising sight caught my well-trained eyes. Two young women were giggling and laughing in a secluded back yard. I parked the sled and slipped down to observe more closely.

The two women, who were in their late 20's, were both dressed in running or exercise garb - short, baggy shorts, T-shirts over sports bras, and pricy athletic shoes. One, who I later discovered was named Trish, was on the short side, had light red hair, a clean freckled face, and very small, flat boobs. The second, named Anna, was average height, had long ash blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, and round, heavy boobs. The fullness of Anna's boobs was soon explained.

The cry of a baby inside the house prompted the two women to get up from their lounge chairs and move into the house. Anna picked up a small baby from a crib. She changed the baby's diaper and then carried the child into the living room where Trish sat waiting.

"Baby's hungry," Anna explained, "you don't mind if I get comfortable while I do this, do you?"

"Hey," Trish laughed, "it's your house and beside, it's not like I haven't seen your tits before."

The two women laughed. This was interesting. I decided to stick around.

Anna lifted her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Sitting on the couch, she lifted on bra cup and out popped a round, juicy boob. Her nipple was big an swollen and already dripping milk.

"All he has to do is cry and my tits start leaking," Anna sighed. "I feel like a cow that needs constant milking."

The baby immediately started sucking and gulping down his liquid lunch. The women resumed their jokes and banter about husbands and other women in the neighborhood. One, Lisa T., who lived down the block, sounded like a good prospect for a visit later. After about ten minutes of sucking, the baby fell sound asleep.

"Damn," Anna muttered, "he's dead to the world. He drops off just like his daddy does after fucking. And just like his daddy, I'm left in the lurch. He didn't even empty this tit," Anna pointed down to the exposed boob, "and the second one is full and leaking. I hate pumping."

"Maybe I could help!" Trish got up from her easy chair, crossed the room, and dropped onto the couch next to Anna. Trish leaned over, pulled up Anna's second bra side, and then lowered her head. In a flash, Trish was sucking hard on Anna's massive tit.

"That feels so good," Anna sighed, "but let me put the baby down." Anna laid the baby down on a blanket on the carpet. Trish never stopped sucking Anna's tit. I could see the milk going down Trish's throat as she gulped and gulped.

Anna leaned over and slipped one hand into the waistband of Trish's shorts. Trish spread her legs. Anna's fingers were quickly rubbing and pawing Tish's pussy. Now it was Trish's turn to moan and sigh iwth pleasure. Her moan's, muffled by Anna's milky tit, were too much for me. I pulled off my elf robes and freed my hard candy cane.

When I looked aback at the women, Anna had slipped her second hand through the leg hole of her shorts, under her panties, and into her own pussy. Now she was playing with her own snatch while she toyed with Trish's obviously wet pussy.

I sprinkled a little pixie dust on the two women and then, suddenly, appeared to them. Anna saw me immediately and gasped. Trish, her face buried in Anna's tit, didn't turn to see me until I spoke.

"Ladies, Santa has sent me to be of assistance. I'm at your service!" I smiled at the two open-mouthed women. Their eyes were fixed on my big, hard cock. Anna licked her lips. Trish smiled.

"How can I service you?" I laughed.