Distanced

Part 24: In Which Max Gets Cocked Blocked

Wahhh!!!

Sprayed....

I got sprayed by Helen's breasts.

Haha, I can tell right away she's embarrassed, as she gets up and goes to the bathroom, covering her breasts up.

"Luna? What's wrong baby?" I ask and before I get up, I remember I have a fucking hard on cause of Helen's free ride.

Which...no- we'll discuss that in a moment. Right now I need to focus on getting this damn thing down. Grabbing a pillow, I cover myself and notice Luna getting up from under the table. Feeling the sticky milk still in my, I wipe what I can on my shirt and watching Luna come over.

"Dada!!!" And....it's gone. Good. Great.

"Come here, Baby. What's wrong?" I ask and pick her up, letting her sit on the pillow that's covering my lap.

"My baby..." She cries and looks around.

Are you fucking kidding me....

"He's okay. He's in the crib. He's sleeping." I say calmly and she yawns.

"My baby-mine."

"Yeah- he's okay, Sweetie. Come on, I'll show you." Picking her up, I take her over to the crib and she looks down at baby.

"Hi, Baby." She says and yawns again.

"Wanna sleep on the couch with your blanky?"

"Yeah..." Grabbing her blanket from the pile of luggage I brought in, I take her and lay her down on the couch. Covering her up, I kiss her head and she is instantly out.

Now to go talk to Helen.

Walking off towards her bathroom, I would love to know what got into her moments ago.

She just mounted me.

We were talking about her wanting and needing me- me being her dream- and then she's on top of me- riding me like a teenage girl in the backseat of a car for the first time.

Her breasts are huge and...well...a fucking firehose apparently. Knocking on the door, I listen to hear her frustratedly crying.

"Helen? Sweetieheart?"

"Go away...." She cries and I know she's just embarrassed. Opening the door, I walk in and find her holding her breasts as she stands in the shower and milk is seeping through her fingers.

"Helen."

"Stop...go...please, Max." Walking over to her, she avoids my gaze as she just tries to stop her breasts from leaking.

"I'm not going anywhere. Come here." I wrap my arms around her and she tries so hard to stifle her cry. "It's okay, Sweetheart."

"I...I can't get them to...to stop..." Her eyes are overly watery and her face is long and extremely sad.

"Okay, that happens. Your body just wants to make milk for the baby. It's fine."

"But it wasn't even Maxie who cried...."

"I know- but your body doesn't know that. Come on- let's go pump and relax." Coaxing her out of the bathroom, I grab a few towels and the pump that is still in the box. Sitting on the bed, she watches as I pull everything from the box and begin to assemble everything- which doesn't take long. "Okay, sit back and relax."

She holds the cups to her breast and I turn the machine on she winces as they pull and suck at her breasts, the milk slowly filling up both bottles.

"I'm so embarrassed..." She sniffles and tries to just relax as the unnatural action being performed on her.

"Don't be." I rub her legs and watch her closely.