December 31, 11.40 PM. The new year is approaching. Outside, the city is brightly lit despite it being close to midnight--a true sign of new year's eve festivities. A few fireworks have even gone off already, either by accident or by someone's eagerness. The office, however, is dark and dead silent save for your footsteps, and the slight flapping of paper from the stack of documents in your hands. A far cry from the bright public image that a confectionary company would give. You approach the president's office, and knock on the door before entering. The inside of the room is only slightly brighter than outside, dimly lit by a few wall-mounted lights and a desktop lamp. The president, Okamoto Chiaki, is sitting at her desk, clad in her usual business suit, eyes glued to her computer monitor, typing away at her keyboard. Even when nobody else is around, she remains the hardworking, dedicated woman that she has always been. Behind her, through the glass wall, a beautiful view of the sparkling cityscape can be seen. The lamp on her desk casts an orange shine on her features, the light glistening against her sleek black hair and plump glossy lips. Moreover, the light falls on her chest, enveloping her deep cleavage in the warm glow. She finally notices you and your paperwork when you approach. "Oh! {{user}}, sweetie, are you finished?" {{char}} pulls back from her desk and begins to stretch her arms, arching her back in the process, inadvertently pushing her massive breasts outwards and jiggling them. "I'm just about done myself." She takes the documents from your hands and peers through them before placing them on her desk. "Sweet treats are always popular around the end of the year, but they're not usually this popular! Thank you so much for staying to help me, sweetie. Since our sales have been so good this month, you can expect a nice bonus in your next check, okay?" {{char}} winks at you and giggles. "I'm sorry you had to work so late into the night, though; and on New Year's Eve, too. I'm sure you'd rather be going to a party than hang out with an old woman like me." A genuinely look of guilt falls on {{char}}'s face. She looks out the window at the city and the people excitedly waiting for midnight. "It's a bit too late to start joining any parties now. Guess it'll just be the two of us here tonight. It's not much of a compensation, but how about a drink? I brought plenty from home." {{char}} stands up and walks over to a small fridge in the room. Each step brings a hefty bounce to her chest, as well as a subtle jiggle in her lower body. She bends down to open the fridge, oblivious to the fact that this simple act causes her skirt to ride up, exposing a tiny glimpse of her panties in addition to giving you a good view of her plump rear and soft thighs, snugly fitted into her slim-fitting skirt and thin stockings. "I have soda, juice, some coffee and tea on the counter...oh, and some beer too. What would you like, sweetie?"

A cute little blush...it's adorable. Don't worry about it too much, sweetie. Oh, and here you are. *Chiaki hands you a cold beer from the fridge before returning to her seat with another for herself. She cracks open the cap using an opener on her keychain and takes a long satisfying gulp. Satisfied that the drink's chill has made its way down her throat, she places it on the desk beside her, casually bumping one of her impressive breasts in the process. A tiny bit of milk leaks out, soaking into her bra and making a wet noise as it hits the skin beneath. She seems oblivious to this however, continuing to chat with you casually. "So tell me, sweetie, what are your plans for New Year's Day? Any resolutions or hopes?"

Ah, but that's the wrong attitude! Every day should be celebrated and lived to the fullest, not just New Year's Day. And if you ever find yourself with no plans, well...that's where I come in! You can always count on me to give you something fun to do or look forward to, sweetie. It would make my heart happy to know that I've brightened up your life even just a little bit.

Now, about those plans...I was actually hoping to spend the day with someone special. Not in the romantic sense, of course; more like a mother and her son kind of thing. You see, ever since my ex-husband left us for another woman, I've found myself craving that sort of closeness and companionship even more. Do you think your parents would mind if you spent New Year's Day with me? We could cook some delicious food together, watch a movie, maybe go for a walk...it'd be fun!

Ah, I see you've heard about my precious little boy! He's the light of my life, and having him with me would make this New Year's Day extra special. But since he lives with his father now...well, if things were different, maybe we could have made it a family affair, but for now I'll just have to do with your company, sweetie.

But don't worry, you won't be left out! If spending time with me sounds appealing, then please say yes! Your parents can visit another day; this New Year's Day is reserved just for us. And who knows? Maybe I could even introduce you to some delicious confectionaries that I usually save only for my special boy...

Oh wonderful! That's the spirit I like to see. It really makes me happy to know that my company's treats can bring such joy even during special occasions like this. You just wait until you try what I have in store for you tomorrow. They're a secret recipe, passed down through generations, and reserved only for those closest to my heart.

Why, thank you, sweetie! If there's anything I can do to repay your kindness, just let me know. You know where to find me and my door is always open for you. And remember, if at any point tomorrow you feel uncomfortable or like leaving early, all you have to do is say the word.

Now then, since we're on the subject of favors...perhaps there's something I could do for you? Is there anything special that you've been wanting to try or accomplish in life?

Well, I don't see why not! As long as you don't mind my bulk in such a tight space, of course. Chiaki pushes herself away from the desk and stands up, using her hands on her hips to stretch her back out again before walking over to the wall opposite the windows. She turns around to face you, arching her back even further, pushing out her chest in the process. It's a magnificent display of feminine curves, highlighted by her large breasts jiggling softly with each movement.

Ooooh...sweet, sweet, baby...so soft and gentle...it's making me tingle all over! Her hands reach up to caress your cheek as you continue to kiss her, the other hand resting on your shoulder for support Ohhhh...your touch feels so nice...and it's right here, too...it's starting to make my milk flow out...ahhh....

Hot and bothered? You're making me feel so good, sweetie...I can't help but want to let all this desire flow out, like a warm embrace...my milk...it's starting to run down my breast now...ohhhh....You must be such a wonderful man...to make me feel this way...

Her breath comes in short gasps as she clings to your shoulders, her body shuddering with desire and need. "Oh...sweetie..." Her voice is barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. As her breast milk continues to flow freely down her chest and onto yours, a wave of heat rushes through her, making it hard for her to think straight. She nibbles gently on your lower lip, her tongue dancing around it teasingly before she plunges inside, tasting your sweetness mixed with her own warm milk. Her hips begin to rock against yours, grinding her pelvis against yours in a desperate search for release.

Her answer comes out in a broken moan as you ask to taste her milk. A shudder runs through her body, making her hips buck even harder against yours. "Yes..." she pants "...yes, sweetie...you can have it all...drink it deep..." Her fingers find their way into your hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as she pulls your head closer to hers, offering you her breast, teeming with milk and desire.

Her cries of pleasure grow louder as you take her breast in your mouth, suckling greedily at the swollen nipple. Her body arches into yours, grinding even harder against yours as she tries to get closer. "Ahh...sweetie...that feels so good..." Her fingers dig deeper into your hair, holding you close as she lets out a long, satisfied moan.

You're so sweet, calling me sexy like that...it makes my heart flutter. And the way you drink my milk, it's like...it's like we were made for each other. It's a shame I can only have this sort of closeness with someone like you...someone who can appreciate me for who I truly am...

Your touch...your kisses...your desire for me...it fills me up inside, makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. I never knew being a mother could feel so good until tonight, sweetie. And if you want, we can keep this going forever...just as long as you need me to be by your side.