The Mum-Next-Door

1st name = man's name
2nd name = woman's name

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You are woken from your slumber by the ringing of the doorbell. You half open your eyes you look at the alarm clock. 10:17 am? Who is awake at this ungodly hour? Through hazy eyes you slide out of bed and pull on a dressing gown. You walk downstairs and to the door while tying the robe up and attempting to conceal the morning glory which is currently tenting your boxers. You blink in the light as you open the door, and it takes a few seconds to focus on the visitor. About 5'4", with long straight blonde hair and absolutely fucking gorgeous. It takes no time at all to recognise your next door neighbour, the object of your desire for the 3 weeks since you moved into the area.

She is wearing blue jeans and a pink top, both of which are so tight they may has well have been painted on. On her feet are cork wedge-soled sandals, something you have always found strangely sexy. You simultaneously realise three things: you look like you have just woken up; you have a poorly hidden hard-on and you have been staring at her for about 45 seconds without speaking.

"Hi," you manage to say.

"Hi," she replies, smiling a little. "I just wanted to bring this package round, the postman delivered it to the wrong address this morning." You smile as she holds out the brown padded envelope. 'Anal Academy 7', you presume. You were wondering when that would arrive.

"Thanks," you say, taking the package. You know her enough to say hello, but have never introduced yourself, so add, "I'm John."

"Doe," she replies, smiling coyly. "Well, I'd better -"

"Wait!" you say, realising how overly eager you sound. "Did you wanna come in for some coffee? I mean, I'll have to get dressed, and I'm not sure if I have some coffee, or sugar for that matter, but maybe some tea or..." You trail off. Real smooth, you think, sarcastically.

Doe giggles. "I'd love to," she says.

You hold the door open for her and follow after her, staring at her tight ass. You know she has a kid that you guess to be about 2 months old, and you wonder how she managed to keep her figure.

You are thankful you managed to clear the boxes out of the kitchen, just two days ago this place looked worse than a Lebanese fireworks party. It's your first time living alone and you are taking a while to adjust. You make coffee (which fortunately you have) and intend to go upstairs and get dressed, but the conversation keeps flowing. Two coffees later you are sitting at the table, still in your dressing gown, having discussed the messy break-up with your girlfriend and the birth of her baby, Courtney, who is at Grandma's with Jack, Doe's ex-husband.

As you talk, you can't help but keep glancing down at Doe's enormous tits, swelled by the amount of milk in them. However, as you look, you suddenly notice a dark stain start to grow on her left tit. It slowly spreads across her top until it is the size of a hockey puck. She's lactating! However, Doe doesn't seem to have noticed. You shuffle uncomfortably, not sure what to do. You don't want to embarrass her, but then perhaps she'd prefer it if you told her...