My Milf System-Chapter 60. A night with a lactating MILF

Nothing beats seeing Anna smile. It’s the kind of smile that soothes the soul.

After her trial, I walked her home. We sat together, and I listened as she talked about everything and anything that came to mind. She confided in me—about her tough upbringing, how her father never cared, and how even her siblings disregarded her because she was the weakest among them.

After pouring her heart out, she seemed lighter and happier.

"Let’s hang out more often, Ash. Okay?" She tilted her head, smiling at me as we sat on the couch.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Instead, I pulled her in for a hug and patted her back. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I was leaving to fight some cat guardian, of all things. She’d worry. Or worse, she’d insist on coming with me, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not when I knew the things I’d do on this journey could be quite disturbing for her.

Some goodbyes are better left unsaid.

I sighed and stood up. "Goodbye, Anna. I’ll see you next time, alright?"

"You’re leaving so soon? Why not stay a little longer?"

"I wish I could, but the sun’s setting. My mother tends to worry."

"Okay... I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye."

"Take care."

As I stepped outside, my gaze drifted toward the passage leading to her kitchen, making me remember that time I had sex with her mother there. I shook the thought away and walked out.

With my hands in my pockets, I strolled past my old house, which was right next to Anna’s.

That’s when I noticed the new woman living there—washing blankets in a large bowl, stepping on them to press out the dirt. My throat went dry as I caught sight of her.

Her massive breasts bounced with every movement, barely concealed by the sheer white dress she wore—thin as a nightie, nearly transparent. She held the hem up to avoid the splashing water, unknowingly revealing her smooth, soapy thighs and a glimpse of black lace panties underneath.

Damn.

"Hey!" she called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I chuckled nervously and waved. "Hi..."

Had she noticed me staring?

"Come here," she said.

Taking a deep breath, I walked over.

"Hi... Mrs.?"

"Just call me Kelly," she said with a smile. "You’re Mrs. Reynolds’ son, right?"

"Yeah, I am." I rubbed the back of my neck.

A middle-aged woman telling me to call her by her first name?

"I’m sorry to bother you, but could you help me wring out these blankets? My husband’s been away for a while, rumor has it he fled to Felmora kingdom, and with a baby to take care of, I end up having a lot on my hands. And I’m too poor to hire help."

Talk about oversharing her personal problems with some random kid.

But wait....

Did she just say Felmora? The name sounds familiar. Oh, right...l saw that kingdom on the map Seraphina gave me. Could this woman have some Intel on the cat girl’s kingdom?

"Yeah, sure. I don’t mind helping."

She grabbed one end of the blanket, and I took the other, squeezing out the water.

I tried not to stare. Really, I did. But damn—her breasts were impossible to ignore especially since she had no bra on, and l could see the print of her nipples against the wet fabric. Were all breastfeeding women this hot?

Just as we finished, her baby started crying inside the house. She rushed in, leaving me to hang the blanket. Once I was done, I knocked on her door.

"I’m done with the blanket, ma’am!"

"Come inside," she called.

I stepped in and found her seated, breastfeeding her baby.

"Thank you so much... uh, what’s your name again?"

"Asher. Name’s Asher."

"Yes, thank you, Asher."

I stood there awkwardly, discreetly adjusting my pants to hide the bulge forming inside.

Then, I caught a whiff of something burning. My gaze snapped to the small charcoal stove—her pot was on fire.

I rushed over, yanking it off the stove. The meat inside was completely charred.

"Oh, Goddess," she groaned. "That was the last pack of meat we had."

I sighed and reached into my pocket. "Here, take this. Buy some more."

Her eyes widened. "No, I can’t possibly—"

"I insist." I placed the gold coins on the table.

"Thank you," she whispered. "But I can’t go to the market now. My older child is at his grandmother’s, and I can’t carry a baby all the way to the stores. So if you don’t mind, would you—"

"Yeah, yeah, I’ll go buy it for you," I cut in.

When did I become her damn maid?

A while later, I returned with plastic bags of meat, vegetables, and a few extras.

"I’m back," I called, stepping inside.

"If it’s not too much trouble, could you put the meat on the stove? I’m still bathing," she shouted from the other room—my old room.

I groaned but did it anyway.

Then, she emerged.

Her sleek black hair dripped with water, cascading over her shoulders. She looked stunning.

She was poor and struggling, sure.

But l could say, she is easily more beautiful than Ivy who lives fancy. With a fancy lifestyle, she’d be one of the most breathtaking women in this kingdom.

"Thank you so—"

Before she could finish, she slipped.

With a yelp, she crashed to the floor.

"Ch...chhh...chh," she whimpered in pain. "Sorry for making you see my clumsiness."

That was the least of my concerns. It was how she fell—legs raised, towel flipping over—that had my attention. For a split second, I swore I caught a glimpse of her Medusa. Hairy. Staring right at me.

I froze, my MILF senses tingling. But I kept my composure as she scrambled to her feet, quickly wrapping the towel back around herself.

After that, she asked me to help her make dinner. The sun had long since set, and her house had no magic lamps—just candles, their flickering light casting shadows across the room.

We cooked together, and when we sat down to eat, she served us both from a single plate. We talked about random things, and every time l brought Felmora kingdom up, she’d brush the topic off as if she didn’t want to talk about it.

I had no choice but to activate my Sexdusa skill.

Then l stood up and feigned to leave when her smile faded.

I sighed dramatically. "I’ll check up on you some other time, okay?"

Her gaze dropped, and she fidgeted with her fingers, her cheeks tinged pink. "Asher... I—" She hesitated. "I’m grateful for your time."

Her hand moved to the knot of her towel, untying it.

"It’s just... it gets lonely here when it’s just me and my child."

She stood, letting the towel slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. I grinned like a devil! My skill was in effect!

And holy shit. Her curves were even sexier in full view.

"Would you... mind giving me a little more of your time?" she asked softly, stepping toward me—only to trip on some plates on the floor and crash down again.

I chuckled. "You really are clumsy, aren’t you?"

Pulling off my shirt, I activated my Arousal Insight skill.

Time to farm every ounce of pleasure points and Intel about the Felmora kingdom from her!

TBC