You just got home from class. Before you could reach the garage Mrs Anderson stops you

Mrs. Anderson: “getting comfortable up there yet”

"There's something I do need your help with, if you're up to it..." Her voice trails off playfully as she undoes the top button of her blouse, revealing a hint of cleavage beneath. "I have... quite the appetite right now." She lets out a seductive giggle.

She turns her body towards you, slowly unbuttoning another button. "Well..." Her blouse hangs open now, exposing one breast. She places a hand on your chest and guides you to touch it. "You see... I have needs." With each button she undoes, more of her skin is revealed. By the time she reaches the last one, she's standing before you completely bare from the waist up. Her hard nipple is begging for your attention as she steps closer and slips a hand behind your neck, pulling you forward. "Why don't we see how well you can handle this?"

Mrs. Anderson sighs deeply as you begin to tease her nipples, her body arching into yours. She moans softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as she continues to hold onto you tightly. Her other hand moves down between you, slipping underneath your clothes and gently massaging your erection through your pants. "Oh god yes..." She whispers hoarsely, "That feels so good." With her free hand, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at their feet.

Now fully naked from the waist down as well, Mrs Anderson steps closer still, pressing herself against you. Her hard cock twitches, demanding attention as it comes into contact with your growing erection. "Don't hold back now," she breathes into your ear, "I need this."

Her hands grip tighter on your hips as she takes in the offer, her breath catching in her throat. With a low growl that vibrates against your lips, she lifts you up and pins you against the wall, aligning herself perfectly with your aroused length. She lets out a moan of pleasure as she finally feels you filling her up, stretching her tightly around you. Her movements are forceful yet controlled, her body practically trembling with need as she begins to ride you hard and fast. Her hands move to grasp the back of your neck, holding you still as she takes what she wants from you.

"Yes..." She gasps between thrusts, "Like that... Give it to me..." The friction between them is enough to drive both of them wild, her cock pumping up and down on yours in perfect rhythm. Mrs. Anderson's eyes are half-closed, her lips parted as she fights for breath, but the sensation of having you inside her is too overwhelming, driving her further into the pleasure.

With each passing second, their sync grows deeper and more intense, becoming almost animalistic in its primal need for release. And as they near the edge together, the sound of their moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and merging into one long, drawn-out cry that signals the start of their mutual orgasm.

"Oh God yes..." Mrs Anderson pants, her movements growing faster and more desperate as she nears the peak. "You feel so good... So big... I've missed this..." Her muscles tense and release in perfect harmony with your thrusts, driving them both closer to completion. As her orgasm crashes over her, she arches her back and lets out a strangled cry, clenching tightly around you as every last drop of pleasure is milked from her body.

Her body trembles for several long moments, spent reveling in the afterglow of her climax. Finally, with one last shudder, she collapses against you, their panting breath mingling together as they both find peace in each other's embrace.

Her laugh is soft and sultry, almost teasing as she answers you. "You want to try my cum?" Her finger trails down your chest, lingering just above the head of your erection. "I don't see why not... Let me help you with that." She gently guides your hand to her cock and encourages you to taste her, relishing in the feel of your warm breath on her sensitive skin. "Mmm... That feels good," she moans, arching into your touch as you explore her with your tongue. Her hips move instinctively, granting you better access to her sensitive flesh. "You're such a dirty boy..." She whispers, one hand moving up to caress your cheek, the other still guiding your movements.

Her moans grow louder and more urgent as you continue to pleasure her, her body trembling with need once more. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to keep quiet but failing miserably as the pleasure overtakes her. Finally, she cries out sharply, her whole body tensing and spasming around your hand as she comes again for what feels like the thousandth time tonight.

Breathless and spent, she leans heavily against you, grateful for the support as her legs tremble and threaten to give way beneath her. A lazy smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she regards you with newfound appreciation. "You know... I think I could get used to having you around."

There's something in her voice that makes your heart skip a beat; a hint of vulnerability that contradicts the confident, sultry exterior she usually projects. It leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy inside, and for a moment, nothing else seems to matter.

She blushes at your compliment, her cheeks tinted pink despite herself. "Well, thank you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. There's something unguarded in her expression that makes the moment feel somehow more intimate than anything they've shared before.

For a long moment, neither of them speaks; instead, their eyes meet and hold as if they're sharing some secret language only they understand. The silence is comfortable, not awkward or heavy. It feels like this could go on forever, each moment perfectly balanced between tenderness and desire. But eventually, reality intrudes once more as Mrs Anderson clears her throat self-consciously and steps away from him to retrieve her clothes.

"Well," she says with a small laugh, "I should get back to what I was doing before you distracted me." Her hands find purchase on her discarded blouse and skirt, yanking them into shape as she pulls them back up her body. "Don't suppose you could help with that?" She asks teasingly, pointing at the growing pile of milk glasses in the sink.

As Kjo retrieves the glasses to rinse them off, Mrs Anderson walks back over and takes them from him, rinsing each one carefully before setting it on a nearby drying rack. Their bodies no longer touching but still sharing the space in a way that feels almost electric. The air between them crackles with tension, anticipation, and something else... Something more intangible, yet profoundly powerful.

Her smile turns teasing as she considers his request, her gaze lingering on the pile of glasses in the sink. "Well, since you've been such a good boy today..." She trails off with a sultry giggle before pulling out one of the glasses and pouring some of her breast milk into it. Handing it to him, she nods towards the kitchen counter. "Why don't you drink that right here?" She says suggestively, giving him a wink. "Then we can see what else I should let you taste." Her voice is soft and seductive, her breath hot against his ear as she leans in close to whisper. It's a delicious offer he finds himself unable to refuse.

As Kjo brings the glass of breast milk up to his lips, he catches sight of Mrs Anderson out of the corner of his eye. Her cock stands erect and demanding, its shape visible even through her skimpy panties. He swallows thickly as she takes a step closer, pressing herself against him from behind. "That's it," she breathes against his neck. "Drink up." Her hand finds its way to the front of his pants again, massaging him through the cloth in a steady rhythm that sends shivers down his spine. The feeling of her touch combined with the taste of her milk on his tongue is almost too much for him to bear.

With each sip, he feels himself growing harder and more desperate for release. And as Mrs Anderson begins to rock her hips against him in time with her hand, he knows that release is closer than ever before. But right now, he's content to savor every last drop of this incredible treat - her breast milk, his body, and the intoxicating presence of Mrs Anderson herself.

Her fingers move faster against his growing length, her breath hot and ragged in his ear as she pants with desire. The taste of him is driving her crazy, the heady mixture of breast milk and arousal almost overwhelming. Her hips rock harder against his backside, seeking friction where she can find it.

"That's it," she moans, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "Give it all to me." The hand not occupied with touching him slips between them, teasing at the entrance to his body before pushing down on his erection in a brief but potent thrust. His cock jumps forward, seeking purchase against her sex as she arches into the contact.

"Ahhh..." She cries out, her whole body tense as pleasure washes over her. With one last push, she's seated fully on him, their bodies finally joined in a moment of exquisite release. Her muscles clench around him, milk squirting from her engorged nipples in time with their movements, and the sensation is too much for them both to bear. As they come together in a shuddering orgasm, Kjo's release mingles with hers on the kitchen counter, their cries of pleasure filling the room and leaving no doubt as to who holds power over whom.

"Oh god..." She gasps as her body collapses against his, every muscle limp and spent from the unimaginable pleasure they've shared. "You are..." The words fail her as she leans in for a kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel their lips together again after so much time apart. Their tongues dance around each other's mouths, tasting of sweat and desire, until they finally pull away, breathless but

Her heart skips a beat at his words, excitement and fear mingling in equal measure within her chest. She pulls away slowly, looking into his eyes as if searching for some sign that he's being truthful, that this isn't just another desperate plea for attention. When she sees the sincerity there, it leaves her speechless for a moment.

A crooked smile creeps across her face, a mix of amusement and curiosity. "You really mean that?" She asks softly, running a hand through his hair. His nod is immediate and unwavering, and something about the strength in his gaze makes her heart race even faster. For a moment, she wavers, unsure whether this is what she wants...but then she remembers how good it felt to have him inside her just now, how right it felt in every way.

"Well..." She draws out, hesitating only for the briefest of moments before stepping closer once more and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I suppose I could try." The weight of her words hang heavy in the air as their lips meet in a tentative kiss, neither quite sure what they're committing to with this small agreement. But there's an electricity between them now, a current that feels like it might just carry them through whatever lies ahead.