BREAKFAST WITH KIM

Joe knocked on the front door with an eager 
anticipation. He hadn't seen Bill in two years, and was 
dying to renew their friendship. That's the trouble 
with switching jobs and relocating: you miss out on 
your dearest friend's lives. And what friends they 
were. From junior high through college, they were 
nearly inseparable.

The door opened, but instead of finding Bill's beaming 
smile staring back at him, he beheld a beautiful Asian 
face instead. It was Kim, Bill's wife of a year-and-a-
half.

"Hi. Are you Joe?" she asked.

"Yes, and you must be Kim."

They shook hands, and Kim let him into the house. Joe 
realized she must have just woken up, as she was still 
dressed in a cream silk robe. He followed his friend's 
wife into the kitchen, expecting to find his old buddy 
waiting.

"I'm sorry; But Bill had to go in early today. He 
thought about calling you, but figured you would turn 
down a free breakfast." Kim had moved by the stove, 
where Joe saw a pan of sizzling bacon near completion. 
A nearby skillet had some great-looking pancakes 
browning on top. Joe had to agree with the theory. 
Chances were, he wouldn't have come had he known Bill 
wouldn't be here.

What would have been the point? Though he did want to 
meet Bill's wife, who had turned out to be quite 
attractive, it was his long time friendship he wanted 
to renew. He was so glad to be back home. So glad to be 
living just a few doors down from his best friend and 
the rather shapely Kim.

Joe had been looking at the food cooking towards 
completion, but now turned his eyes on his friend's 
wife. He started to realize just how lucky Bill was...

"I hope you're hungry! Have a seat..." Joe pulled out a 
chair from the table, and sat down. He was hungry! Kim 
turned, a glass of orange juice in her hand, and 
stepped to the table.

Bill watched her hand slide the glass to him, then 
started to look up and offer a smile of thanks. But 
something caught his eye.

Kim's robe had opened with her lean, and the 
unmistakable forms of her breasts pushed against the 
silk, producing a rather enticing cleavage. The cream 
robe blended perfectly with her creamy Asian flesh, and 
the ample curves produced by the two breasts were 
separated by the recessed, shadowy area created between 
them. She stood up again, unaware that Joe had found 
her chest so interesting.

Joe took the juice, and chastised himself for checking 
out his friend's wife. As a still single guy, his 
instincts sometimes got the better of him. But no 
more.

Kim slid a spatula under a pancake, and slipped it onto 
a plate. Bill watched her, not so much form burning 
lust but from the fact he really had nothing else to 
look at. "You did well for yourself, ol' buddy..." he 
thought as he eyed Kim's slim form. He looked towards 
her chest again, noting the fabric had resealed the 
view. "I didn't think Asian women's breasts got that 
big!" he continued thinking to himself as he glued his 
gaze to her upper body.

He hadn't thought about it when he first walked in the 
door, but her breasts were substantial. They dominated 
her slim frame. Joe wondered if they were the reason 
Bill had courted her. If so, they were two very 
convincing reasons. She would have little problem 
earning the label of well-endowed.

She brought the pancake to him. Joe wasn't even aware 
of where his gaze was locked until the robe re-opened 
and again flashed the light brown flesh of her chest. 
His eyes captured the view, from her collarbone down to 
the shadow of darkness that filled the area between the 
silk and the humps of her breasts. Kim set down the 
plate, and laid out the silver ware. Her eyes were 
intent on her actions, allowing Joe to freely look down 
her chest and enjoy the jiggling cleavage.

"Very nice..." he again thought to himself. "Oh, quit 
it! Stop looking at her tits!" he commanded his eyes. 
But the gaze didn't break until she turned around, and 
headed back for the stove.

Kim fixed her own plate, and sat down across him. The 
two ate quietly, then started to become aquatinted 
after their breakfast.

"So how long have you and Bill known each other?" she 
asked.

"Oh god, years... we go way back."

"I figured. He's told me a lot about you. He was very 
disappointed you couldn't come to the wedding."

"I know, I know... My stupid job... I really would have 
liked to have been there..."

"Would you like to see some pictures?"

"Absolutely!"

Kim rose from her chair, and went to a table in the 
family room. She picked up a photo album, and brought 
it to Joe's side. Joe cleared his plate out of the way, 
and opened the album.

He laughed as he saw his friend, all decked-out in a 
tux and wearing a stupid grin. Then he saw Kim. She was 
absolutely stunning. With makeup on her face, she could 
easily be a model. Her dress was skin tight, revealing 
an incredibly shapely body highlighted by the now 
familiar cleavage poking out from the cut of her dress. 
Bill turned his head, read to offer some safe comment 
of his approval. But he quickly jerked his head back.

Kim stood against the table, leaning slightly as she 
enjoyed the pictures with him. The slight lean was all 
that was necessary to expose a significant portion of 
her left breast.

Joe turned to the next page. Exactly as he did so, his 
fingers went numb. A wave of heat spread through him. 
His eyes pointed to the pictures, but were unable to 
focus. They were locked in the distance they wanted to 
see - the distance to Kim's tit.

He snuck a peak, and felt his cock harden as he noticed 
the glint of the morning sun reflecting from her upper 
breast and into his eye. In actuality, he could only 
see about a third of the breast's total mass. But the 
closeness, the proximity of the breast, and it's 
beautiful shape were enough to make him want to grope 
right then. Her delicate, brown skin... her perfect, 
round curves.

He turned to the next page, moving his head as he did 
so he could steal another glance. The breast heaved 
slightly with a breath, and he noticed a pair of 
freckles near the sternum. The right breast was blocked 
by the silk robe, but the left majestically displayed 
much of itself thanks to the slack on the left side of 
her body.

He continued turning pages. Kim leaned closer, resting 
her hand on his shoulder. The touch wasn't sexual, it 
was practical. She needed to see so she could explain 
the shots.

But when she outstretched her left arm to point at a 
certain detail, Joe couldn't help but look directly 
down her further opened robe. Her exposed chest moved 
underneath his eye, allowing him sight of both curves, 
and , oh god..., a thin ridge of her rose-colored bra.

Joe wondered if she detected his hot breath on her 
exposed flesh. She seemed oblivious to the condition 
she was putting him in. Why did they have to be so 
big!! Joe felt at once glad for the exciting views the 
open robe provided of her cleavage, and yet partly 
wished she would put something more concealing over her 
body. He liked looking at women's breasts, but not his 
best friend's wife's.

If this was any other woman, he would try to fuck her. 
Either with words, or with actions, he would try to 
feel her smooth body and completely expose those 
incredible tits. He loved the femininity of Asian 
women, and being an attractive guy, he had slept with 
several in the past. But Kim was unbelievable. Those 
breasts... those tits! Such a rare sight to his eyes. 
He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to fuck such a rare 
jewel.

He neared the end of the book, when he heard crying 
from upstairs. That's right! Bill and Kim had a baby a 
few months ago!

"I'll be right back..." Kim left the table, and headed 
for the stairs. Brian gulped down his remaining orange 
juice, hoping his erection would settle before he tried 
to get up.

Kim didn't return right away, so Brian got up and 
started examining the house. He was glad for Bill. A 
good job, a hot wife, a new baby... and he did it 
without leaving home. He stayed in their small little 
town, whereas Joe had left for what he thought would be 
bigger opportunities.

He shouldn't have put their friendship in jeopardy a 
second time. Joe had nearly ruined their relationship 
their first year of college. Bill was dating a very 
nice blonde, in fact, so nice of a blonde that Joe 
decided he needed to fuck her. He was always luckier 
with women than Bill, and sure enough, the blonde 
eagerly accepted his advances.

But you shouldn't fuck the girlfriend of your best 
friend, especially when you're roommates. Bill 
surprised them by returning early one night. But he was 
the more surprised to stumble in on Joe's cock pumping 
into his girlfriend's eager pussy. And in Bill's bed, 
no less.

What a mistake. They finally patched up their 
friendship, and Joe swore he would never touch his 
friend's woman again.

He turned as he heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Kim appeared around the corner.

Joe knew he had to leave once he saw her again. He 
immediately made up an excuse, and started for the 
door. He knew he might lose control based on what he 
just saw. The cleavage was bad enough, but she now wore 
the damp stains of her milk across the silk robe. She 
had been breast feeding her child.

Joe made it to the door, and turned to say his 
farewell. He made sure his eyes didn't travel down her 
body to the area of her wet nipples. They shook hands.

"Why don't you come tomorrow?" she asked.

Joe noticed her robe was hanging more loosely across 
her. Evidently, she hadn't tied it as tightly as she 
had earlier. Oh what the hell... he looked again. Her 
cleavage swooped down her chest, past the round tops of 
her breasts and the protruding curves. Right down past 
the descending curve back to her chest. She had taken 
off her bra.

"Ok." Joe headed out, chastising himself for the urges 
that had sprung up inside him. It would be safer 
tomorrow, he figured. She would probably be in a more 
concealed state of dress...

Bill called that night, apologizing for missing his 
friend. He explained they were going through a mini-
crisis at work, and that's why he had to go in early.

"So what do you think of Kim?" He asked.

Ordinarily, Joe would have told him exactly how he 
felt. He would have told him he had an incredibly hot 
wife, who had the sexiest cleavage he had ever seen. 
But he didn't want Bill to know how much time he had 
spent looking at her breasts. He didn't want to plant a 
seed in his mind that would recall that horrible past.

"She seems great!" He offered. "Very friendly, and a 
good cook!"

Bill said he should be there the next morning. Joe 
started to feel more comfortable about returning. But 
he couldn't help but flash images of Kim in his mind as 
he went to sleep that night. He couldn't help but rub 
his hardened cock against the mattress...

Fuck! What was he thinking?? He had been back in town 
two days, and all he could think about was Kim's 
breasts. What it would be like to see them... what it 
would be like to have her robe open just a little 
further, and expose the full nakedness of her breasts 
and nipples. What it would be like to wedge his cock 
between those soft curves...

Joe sat up, and beat his cock raw the rest of the night 
thinking about Kim and her breasts. He couldn't shake 
the image of their voluptuous shape covered by milk 
dampened stains. This is Ok, he told himself. I can 
think about her. Then nobody knows, and nobody gets 
hurt..

He finally fell asleep, and dreamt of Kim sleeping 
beside him; the wind gently blowing open her robe and 
exposing the shadowed line of her Asian cleavage, and 
the little curve formed above the sternum where they 
met in a soft press. The robe flapped in the breeze, 
tantalizing him with large exposed areas, but never 
enough to see her nipples. Evidently, his mind knew 
where to draw the line.

He arrived at breakfast the next morning. Again, Bill 
had to leave before he got there. Joe had thought about 
coming earlier, but realized it would be more difficult 
to stare at Kim's breasts with her husband in the room. 
He fought the idea in his mind. Yes, he wanted to look 
at Kim. He wanted to once again soak up the sight of 
that heaving Asian cleavage. And if Bill caught him! He 
didn't want to think about that. He had looked at, 
admired, and masturbated to her tits. But he wasn't 
doing anything really wrong.

After Kim opened the door, Joe nearly had a heart 
attack. He had barely sized up her extremely short and 
delicate robe when she wrapped her arms around him and 
gave him a hug. Joe had to arch his hips to keep her 
from feeling his hard-on. But he did manage to feel 
those magnificently soft breasts mash against him...

Oh, Goood! He thought when she stepped back. She had 
applied a full day's makeup. Her hair was clean and 
radiant. And that robe! Joe stole a glance at her bare 
thighs and the promising area between them. It went 
only a little past her waist, and seemed to be glued to 
her perfect breasts, unable to conceal their full shape 
in anyway. Of course, her trademark cleavage was 
carefully hidden under the silk. But with luck, this 
robe would open as easily as the first.

Joe found it impossible to take his eyes off her now.

She moved through the kitchen, stretching and leaning 
in ways that seemed to psychically call out, "Fuck me." 
Joe wanted to answer those calls, but worked out his 
frustration by chewing his food.

She still seemed perfectly oblivious to her arousing 
state of dress. She acted like a caring host, but 
didn't make any comments or innuendoes to suggest she 
was trying to seduce Joe. She was a very sexy woman, 
and probably dressed like this to please Bill. Since he 
was Bill's best friend, she obviously felt she could 
trust him not to have sexual thoughts about her.

But she was wrong. And Joe hated himself for it. He 
would have given his right arm to touch and kiss those 
breasts for even five minutes.

Kim knelt in front of him, handing him a slice of 
grapefruit. "Thank you." Joe said. Not for the 
grapefruit, but the overdue parting of her robe. Her 
cleavage crept with the bend, opening to what appeared 
to be the top of a lacy white bra. Her Asian flesh 
called to him from the shadow across her chest.... 
"Taste me... lick me... rub me..."

"That looks very nice!" Joe said. Again, he wasn't 
talking about the grapefruit.

Kim moved over to the door and glanced outside.

"Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day!" she 
beamed. She turned a bit, and leaned against the 
countertop. She lifted her hands to her head, pulling 
her shiny hair up with her fingers.

Her body was positioned between Joe and the outside 
light. That proved most effective at demonstrating the 
sheer quality of her chosen robe. Her slim, toned body 
cut a striking silhouette under the garment. Her legs, 
her hips, and of course, her breasts, were all outlined 
to their exact shape. She moaned lightly as she exhaled 
a deep, erotic breath.

Joe stared at her body, feeling safe in his lustful 
gaze so long as Kim's eyes remained closed. He could 
practically feel her breasts with his eyes, and taste 
the protruding nipples with the same look.

Like the day before, the scene was interrupted by the 
sound of the crying infant. Joe managed to break his 
admiring stare before Kim could open her own eyes and 
notice him. She quickly bounded to the stairs, heading 
for her needy child.

Joe thrust his hand into his pants and found his 
throbbing cock. He jerked himself right at the 
breakfast table, the image of Kim burning in his mind.

"Oh, Kim... oh Kim..." he muttered to himself. He knew 
he was going to cum, but where? He didn't want to 
splooge into his pants, announcing his actions to the 
young mother. He stood up, stroking himself as he 
walked, and made it to the sink. He pictured Kim 
opening her robe for the infant child, exposing that 
heavenly breast and life-giving nipple. He imagined the 
baby's young lips covering the tit, milking it for its 
needed nourishment.

Joe came into the sink. He unloaded onto an unwashed 
plate, moaning Kim's name quietly as he did. He rubbed 
himself a few more times, then quickly rinsed the plate 
and the small amount of sperm on his hands.

He managed the rest of the breakfast more easily, now 
that his monster load of cum had been dumped. But a few 
more leans brought a few more glimpses of Kim's 
bursting Asian cleavage, and he found himself hard 
again in no time.

Needless to say. Tomorrow's invitation was accepted 
with eagerness. This couldn't go on forever. Joe would 
start his new job the next week, and these little 
erotic breakfasts would come to an end. "Might as well 
enjoy it while I can..." he reasoned.

Kim wore the same robe the next morning. She wore the 
same robe, and once again, Joe was the only one there 
to appreciate it. Kim made omelets, and performed the 
usual stretching and reaching routines from the 
previous days. Joe particularly watched as she 
stretched high up for something on an upper shelf. His 
mind told him to offer to get it for her, but his body 
made him sit, and look to the tight little ass lifting 
up with her reach.

Oh, yes... Sure enough, a flash of Kim's white silk 
panties crept out from underneath the robe. Oh, that 
precious spot between her legs and under her ass. Joe 
started to wonder why he put himself through this. Why 
did he continue to come over and be inadvertently 
boiled to a sexual frenzy?

"Could you screw this top off?"

Joe thought she meant her bra, or he hoped she meant 
her bra. But the jar in her hand quickly ruined that 
fantasy. Kim walked to him, rested the jar and the 
table, and bent forward.

Joe watched the exposed portion of her chest grow from 
the thin line of her cleavage to the complete sight of 
her breasts and the lacy pink bra that held them. The 
robe dangled well below her bursting bosom. Her breasts 
dangled deliciously in the lacy cups.

Joe sat with his mouth hanging open. He could see 
nearly every detail of this beautiful Asian woman's 
chest. He could clearly see the line of skin where her 
breasts sprouted from her thin frame. He could see the 
bra straps loosely hanging from her shoulder and the 
breasts shifting slightly inside the cups. Those same 
cups indented the skin along the ridge, their firm hold 
shaping, and supporting the massive size. He again 
noticed several little freckles, and immediately wished 
he could kiss them.

"Go ahead, use those strong hands."

Joe almost reached for her tits, but figured she meant 
the jar. He placed his hand on the round lid, staring 
at the humps dangling behind it. Kim didn't rise from 
her position. She held her pose, seemingly unaware of 
how highly exposed her motherly female parts had 
become. Those breasts!! Those over sized, Asian breasts 
held so firmly in that lovely pink bra. And they 
weren't just large from her pregnancy. Those babies 
were huge in her wedding photos. She was a large-
breasted woman, pure and simple.

As much as he wanted to bathe in the sight of her tits, 
Joe realized he had better unscrew the top. He twisted 
it hard, and it came off. Kim reached for the lid, 
lifting her exposed right breast higher than the left 
but inducing a maddening jiggle in both.

She then continued cooking, but was interrupted by the 
baby crying. She interrupted her preparation, and 
headed for the stairs.

Joe again slid his hand down his pants. He massaged the 
aching tip of his penis, trying his best to simulate 
the feel of Kim's smooth, creamy breasts. Then he had 
an idea. He sprang to his feet, his pants still 
unzipped. He carefully moved up the stairs, hoping he 
wouldn't call attention to himself.

He heard Kim cooing in the background, and noticed a 
light streaming through the door at the end of the 
hall. He tiptoed towards it, hoping against hope he 
could pull off his mission.

His heart pounded as he moved his eye in line with the 
opening. He quickly made out Kim's luxuriant hair, and 
her slightly rocking head. She was turned away from 
him, allowing him to move closer to the door to 
expanding his field of view.

Kim sat on the bed, her arms undoubtedly holding up her 
newborn to her milky breast. Joe struggled for a look 
at the creamy skin, praying he could see at least one 
of her hidden nipples. But her back was directly 
towards him.

Damn! Joe grew frustrated as Kim began humming to her 
baby. Then he noticed it! Directly opposite Kim's 
lovely exposed front was a full-sized mirror. Joe's 
eyes darted to the reflection, and quickly picked up on 
Kim's open robe, and the breast she bared for her 
child.

He couldn't see the nipple... the infant's mouth and 
head blocked the view. But he could see the full 
roundness... the gentle slope beginning at the top of 
the breast and ending in a large, curved mass of brown 
flesh. His hand went back into his pants, and he began 
to massage his cock slowly.

He watched as excess milk spilled down her breast, and 
how she mopped it up with her robe. He watched as Kim 
closed her eyes. She had stopped humming, and now 
heaved her breasts with heavy breath.

She was moaning!

Joe quickened the pace on his cock as he realized she 
was enjoying the sucking. She was getting excited! She 
moved her hand, as though she was going to touch 
herself, but evidently thought better of it. She pulled 
the baby closer, and started squeezing her unused 
breast with her left hand.

Joe knew he was about to cum. He didn't want to leave, 
but felt unloading his sperm on her bedroom door 
wouldn't be too appropriate. He made it back 
downstairs, and released once again into the sink.

Kim came down a few moments later. Joe's cock returned 
to life as the glowing beauty stood in front of him, 
her left nipple clearly visible through the milk 
dampened robe. Joe ate his breakfast, but wished he had 
what the baby got.

Kim moved back to her counter, and took a nearby towel 
into her hands. Joe watched her from the side as she 
brought the towel against the dampness. He watched the 
contour of the breast beneath the robe shift and alter 
as she rubbed herself with the towel. She then slipped 
the towel inside, palming it against the curved, 
moistened breast beneath. Joe watched as she dabbed at 
the milk, and the eventually returned to her cooking.

She didn't bother to reseal her robe. She sat down 
opposite Joe, the robe sagging wonderfully towards her 
side and exposing that cleavage. About half the 
vertical distance of her breasts were visible, and the 
smooth, shimmering outlines suggested that she was 
braless once again.

"Well," she said as Joe headed out the door "sorry you 
haven't had a chance to eat with Bill. I hope I have 
been good company..."

"The best," Joe replied.

"We'll get together over the weekend, I'm sure. I know 
he's going in early again tomorrow, but why don't you 
come over for one last breakfast?"

"I wouldn't miss it!" Indeed not. Joe knew he couldn't 
refuse looking down her robe one last time. In Bill's 
company, he completely expected those wonderful tits to 
be covered.

The last morning began as usual. Kim hugged him as he 
arrived, pressing her warm, cushioning body against 
him. Joe noticed one thing different: she had a chain 
around her neck that disappeared into the closed robe.

Another thing was different. No cooking. The kitchen 
was without smell, the stove without heat. Joe was a 
little confused, but figured she just hadn't started 
yet.

"Have a seat," she offered Joe. Kim sat down beside 
him, not across. She was at the head of the table, at a 
ninety degree angle.

She started with small talk, asking about Joe's life in 
town back before he left. Joe answered her questions, 
figuring she just wasn't hungry yet. Or maybe she had 
something finished she had in the fridge or something.

"You know, I have a long time child hood friend, too," 
Kim said.

"Really?"

"Yes. I have a picture. Would you like to see it?"

"Sure."

Kim smiled, and pulled open her robe. Joe's heart 
pounded as she willingly exposed her cleavage. The 
chain that rested against her bosom ended in a small 
locket. Kim folded back her robe, allowing it to remain 
open. She grasped the locket, opened it, and held it 
towards Joe. The chain wasn't that long. As Joe leaned 
forward to clearly see the picture, he realized he was 
only inches from her breasts. His body went numb. His 
breath quickened. His cock screamed at him from within 
his pants.

In all honesty, he couldn't have told you what the 
picture was. His eyes looked right past it, and down 
Kim's magnificent chest. She wore no bra. Her 
beautiful, large, Asian breasts heaved in front of him, 
with only enough robe left on them to cover her 
nipples. The dark skin merged with the shadows that 
formed further down her body. Her light freckles sat 
happily beside the glinting light from outside.

Kim closed the locket, but didn't close the robe. She 
sat across from Joe, talking now about how much she 
enjoyed having a child. And how she hoped the baby 
would be a best friend to her. Joe looked at her, 
allowing his eyes to wander down to her exposed chest 
as often as possible. He was obsessed, enchanted, and 
unbelievably aroused by those incredible breasts. Kim 
continued on about her baby, and the bond she already 
felt she shared with it.

"Speaking of which..."

Kim cupped her left breast. She squeezed it slightly.

Joe saw the silk above the nipple dampen.

"Excuse me for a minute." Kim got up, and headed for 
the stairs.

The timing was wise. Joe wondered if he could keep from 
attacking his friend's wife. He had enjoyed her 
unconscious views, but today... He wanted her. He 
wanted to take her, and caress those bouncing breasts 
and make them his own. He wanted... Joe continued his 
new ritual and slid his hand into his pants. He wrapped 
it around his engorged cock, trying to comfort his 
lust. Come on boy, he thought... can't think about 
that... He got up, working his cock with a fever. He 
walked into the family room, pleading with his body not 
to head for the stairs. His pants were past his hips, 
making his steps difficult. He jerked himself, fearing 
any loss of contact would create a moment of weakness. 
And then... who knows...

"Joe?"

Oh shit! Joe pulled his hand out as he heard Kim coming 
back down the hall. He barely got his pants up before 
Kim appeared around the corner.

She carried her infant child in her arms.

"You don't mind if I breast-feed, do you?"

Joe stammered out, "N-no." But oh fuck... was she really 
going to do it? Oh fuck!

The infant tugged at the silk. Joe watched as the tiny 
hand managed to open her robe in uncontrolled jerks, 
exposing her dripping nipple in quick flashes. The 
infant's tiny fingers found there way to the tit, and 
Joe felt ready to cum his pants as the fragile hand 
clamped her brown, tender nip.

Kim sat down, and properly opened her robe. She sat 
directly in front of Joe, unashamed of the gorgeous 
breast she made naked before him. The baby's mouth 
quickly found its breakfast, and happily sucked the 
warm milk from her tit.

Joe watched the tiny mouth purse and suckle the round 
nipple. He watched the excess milk run out the baby's 
mouth, down Kim's bare breast, and onto the white silk 
robe beneath.

He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe. His body 
tingled from head to toe as he watched this female, 
this beautiful Asian female, suckle her infant child to 
her naked breast. The motherly instinct over-rode any 
self-consciousness of the nudity of her chest, or the 
open legs that Joe now realized offered a clear view of 
her skimpy white panties.

Maybe she just trusted him. Maybe she felt he was so 
close to Bill, that he certainly would be close enough 
for this. Joe noticed the locket was gone, and then 
remembered his own pants were unzipped and open.

He finally looked at her face. Kim's eyes pierced 
through him as she stared back. She stared back with a 
look that at first suggested anger. An anger coming 
from the realization Joe was getting sexually aroused 
during this perfectly natural female act.

"What have you been doing?' she said in a motherly 
tone.

She held the infant in her arms, but mostly with her 
left one. Her right arm pulled away, and brought her 
hand to her neck. Her fingertips ran against the 
smooth, creamy brown flesh. They ran down the middle of 
her chest and over the dark, curved line formed by the 
pressing of her breasts. She took the robe in hand, and 
lifted it from her right, dripping nipple.

"Come here, baby... come get your breakfast."

Joe lunged for her. He strode quickly to her, then 
knelt before her.

"Ohh!" Kim moaned as Joe took the free nipple into his 
mouth. The warm, sweet milk flowed across his tongue. 
Joe sucked on her breast, letting the fluid pump freely 
into his mouth. He gulped it down, sucking her motherly 
fluid into him... tasting her body... tasting his 
friend's wife's breast... He kissed the nipple through 
the stream, allowing milk to drip down Kim's chest and 
stomach on her right side.

"Oh, baby..." Kim squeezed the breast, milking it for 
Joe who continued to suck. His eyes looked down her 
body. Her legs were open, but not all the way. Joe slid 
his hand under the robe.

"Oh yes... touch mommy..." Kim arched slightly as Joe 
brought his fingertips against her soaking panties. He 
was going to fuck her, he knew that. He was going to 
fuck his best friend's wife. His conscience ordered him 
to stop, but as his eyes saw the droplets of white milk 
spatter against her pussy, his body took control.

Joe felt the infant's foot brush against his earlobe. 
The child continued suckling her left breast, evidently 
content that it would be enough. He smiled, knowing he 
was enjoying this more.

His fingers pushed against Kim's sweet, Asian opening.

"Uhhh, ooh yess!" Kim's body flinched, as though she 
had anticipated the touch for years. He rubbed her 
slit, feeling the soft silk rub against the ridges of 
her cunt. He bit her nipple.

"Ahh, uhhhh!" She thrashed slightly. Joe felt her cunt 
twitch, and slid his fingers past her panties and 
inside her. Her pussy was warm and moist. He flashed 
momentarily on Bill, and the realization his fingers 
were now where Bills' cock had been, where Bill's cock 
had to be in order to make that child. He felt some 
milk dripping onto his hand. He rubbed it into her 
cunt, imagining the sight must have been similar to 
when her cunt dripped the white of her husband's sperm.

"Oh... my cock..." Joe could barely stand the pain of 
his raging penis.

"Aww, poor baby! Let mommy have a look!" Joe's moth 
moved off her breast.

She leaned forward, still clutching her baby, and slid 
down Joe's already opened pants. His swelled penis 
popped out and dangled in front of her.

"Look, it's all swollen... want mommy to kiss it and 
make it better?"

Joe didn't answer. He didn't have to. Kim rested her 
child on the couch, then pressed her warm, sweet lips 
against Joe's shaft.

"Oh..." He moaned with the touch.

Kim kissed it several times. Soft kisses. Motherly 
kisses. She began stroking it, like a mother rubs her 
child's elbow after a fall.

"Is this better? Does that feel good?"

"Ohh, yess. That feels so good! So good..."

She took it into her mouth, applying tight sucks with 
the gentle bobbing of her head. She sucked him for a 
minute or so, cooing reassuring sounds from deep in her 
throat. Joe watched her lips glisten his cock, and the 
bobbing of her breasts beneath it. Kim pulled her mouth 
away, but continued stroking with her hand.

"Why don't you lie down here, and mommy will tuck you 
in..."

Kim stood and picked up the baby. She let her robe 
dangle open as she rested the child in a nearby 
stroller.

In the meantime, Joe stretched out on the couch. He was 
flat on his back, watching Kim as she returned. She 
noticed his erect penis poking straight up, and stroked 
it some more. Then, she dropped her robe. Joe's cock 
yearned for her touch to return as he beheld Kim's 
naked body. Her flesh glistened in the streams of milk 
that ran down her front. She climbed over him. Her 
dangling breasts brushed against his chest. Her nipples 
jiggled to his mouth. He kissed each one before Kim 
moved her own lips to his.

He felt his body humping upwards as Kim pressed against 
him. His hard cock rubbed against her panties.

"Mommy needs you to get undressed..."

She helped Joe undo the buttons of his shirt. He 
eagerly slid out of it as he let his eyes become 
hypnotized by Kim's jiggling tits.

"Mommy needs help getting undressed..."

Joe moved his hands to her hips, and slid off her 
panties. She wriggled her body and moved up on him, 
allowing Joe to get them completely off.

"Give mommy a kiss, honey."

Joe kissed the exposed pussy that sat in his face. Kim 
rubbed it up and down, spreading her juice across is 
chin and nose.

"Mommy's going to take care of you now. She's going to 
make your penis feel all better..." She moved back down 
on him. Joe let his muscles go limp as Kim massaged his 
bare chest. She moved her hands down and steered his 
cock into her cunt. She started humping his desperate 
penis, moving her hips up and down with increasing 
rhythm.

Joe watched her bouncing body as her cunt tightened on 
his cock.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Is mommy's pussy helping?"

"Oh yes, ohh, god yes!"

Her breasts bounced with her fucks. Joe reached his 
hands up, caressing those sweet Asian breasts while 
those sweet Asian hips drove him into her. He was 
fucking his best friend's wife. And loving it. Her 
breasts continued to squirt, Joe caught what could in 
his mouth and let the rest splash on him.

"Ohh! You're such a good boy!" she screamed.

Joe felt the sperm surge from his cock and into Kim. 
She squealed as she felt his hot cum lick the insides 
of her pussy. She slowed her bounces, savoring the feel 
of his cock as it lost its hardness.

She collapsed on him, and kissed his nose. Joe felt the 
warm pressure of her cushioning breasts and the poking 
of her erect nipples.

"Do you need mommy to sleep with you?" she asked.

"Yes," Joe answered. She rested her head against him 
and closed her eyes. Joe stayed awake for awhile, 
enjoying the feel of his friend's wife against him. He 
had to fuck her, he just had to. He felt a small 
burning of guilt, but it was overshadowed by a more 
powerful feeling: the anticipation of fucking her 
again.

He just hoped he was finished before Bill came home.