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Una jostled her overcoat slightly, silently cursing herself for not choosing one with softer fabric. This was one of her more utilitarian coats, made of an oiled light canvas with only a thin linen lining inside, and so every so often--
--Ungh! Every so often an inner seam would find her in just the right spot on her breast and graze against her nipple. She usually didn’t care that much, but right now it was more of a hassle than an accidental tease. She readjusted her coat again, this time covering much more of herself than she had originally wanted to. Sure, it was a good idea for her to cover herself when out in public in the middle of town, but she also didn’t want to seem like she was embarrassed.
She was in town not for business, but for housework. She had to go to the baker to grab some bread for the next few days, though by this time in the day there would probably only be the ends of loaves and the seconds of the good stuff, then she had to go to the general store to try to find a decent set of storage jars. That was it, into town and then back home, no interruptions, so that she could start work in the evening cleanly and not have to worry about keeping track of extra work done over the day. She hated bookkeeping, and it was especially tedious in her line of work.
Una was nearly to the baker, lost in a storm cloud of her own thoughts as she thought through her schedule, when a voice from the other side of the street broke her concentration.
“-I?”
She stopped and looked around for the source of the intrusion. Just over her shoulder was a man in front of a shopfront in the shadow of its eaves, looking at her.
“Mother, may I?” he asked gently, with a hint of nerves making the last syllable pitch up.
So much for keeping work separate from chores today.
She smiled as warmly as she could muster (for having been sidetracked so suddenly) and strutted over to him. She ignored the either snide or disgusted look of the person walking past them both. For all they knew, their very existence could be thanked on her profession.
“Of course, dear. Go ahead, take anything you need,” she said softly as she met him in the shade. She opened the front of her coat for him to get a better look at her “goods,” as she had been completely covered by the thing. She was wearing two pieces today, a soft and gossamer sheer lace top with a laced front opening. He could now clearly see her red-inked tattoo peeking out from underneath her ample bossum between the black velvet ribbon crossing over her exposed chest and belly, as well as her engorged and darkened nipples through the practically see-through fabric.
He obviously didn’t care about any of her other features enough to notice her shockingly short wrap skirt, and she giggled at his unwavering gaze toward her right breast, mouth unconsciously opening already.
“Mmm, okay mister, let me get more comfortable for us both…” She shrugged the shoulder of her coat off and began loosening the lacing of her top, not yet convinced that she needed to fully disrobe or shift the entire shirt for easy access. Of course the day she wears something hard to remove quickly is the day she gets a surprise job in public.
The man crowds her a little as she eases one loop after another more open, though she’s not sure if he’s trying to keep her modesty by blocking her from public view or if he’s just being impatient. Finally, she frees her nipple and looks up to her John.
“Is that ok, sweetheart? Need a bit more room?” She asks in the sing-song voice that her customers have become enamored with. Still not looking away from her erect nub as if he were enchanted by the little thing, he nods quietly to her. She soon frees her entire breast from the confines of her shirt, moving the laces around the soft globe as if framing it.
Her customer seems to forget his words as he single-mindedly reaches for his prize, foregoing any more conversation and instead kneeling down on the dusty ground, arms wrapping around her middle as he finally brings his mouth to her.
Una gasps as a hot and wet mouth wraps around the nipple, lips finding purchase around her ample cleavage as he latches on. She sighs as he begins his suckling, and she cards her fingers through his short hair, waiting for her let down. It seems like her body had been waiting for an excuse to start producing as she feels the familiar butterflies in her stomach and warm, wet sensation from her chest, and in near record time she can feel the man drawing the first droplets of milk from her. She smiles to herself as she pets his head, deciding that her choice of coats had been unknowingly lucky. She had went with one of the more rugged ones because she heard that it might rain later, even though she knew that with her scant clothing and the location of that seam, it might brush up against her nipples enough to induce lactation. It wasn’t the worst thing during work, as it was easy enough to have someone else “take care” of it for her, but it was a pain to deal with dripping teats in the middle of town without any bottles, rags, or volunteers to help.
She giggles again as she feels the man pick up the pace of his suckling, drinking like a man starved, gradually tightening his grip around her waist. She pets his hair more and draws the other side of her coat to cover his head, making a cozy and private space just in front of her for him to suckle away to his heart’s content. She feels each swallow against her nipple as it’s pinched against the flat of his tongue and the roof of his mouth, how the man now truly nursing from her.
Una leans over slightly to lessen the strain on his neck and back, and feels something pressing against her boot. She carefully cranes her neck to see around his arched back, and sees that his thighs are now straddling her foot, and she watches as he occasionally shuffles his knees against the pavement as he scoots further underneath her frame, constantly vying for an optimal position against her breast. She smirks slyly as she sees another part of him that’s still hidden under his clothes that’s doing its best to try to catch her eye.
She sighs as he pitches his head up against the swell of her breast, jutting his chin slightly into her, goading her body on to keep producing for him. She strokes his head and shoulders, carefully grazing the tips of her fingernails against his skin as he continues to drink her dry. She looks down with a warm gaze on her hungry John, trying to remember through the sweet haze of her hormone-filled mind what she was doing on this part of town at this time of day. She takes a deep satisfied breath as she adjusts her hold of the man latched onto her, and is surprised by a sudden warmth over her other unoccupied nipple. She laughs at herself as she realizes that it is also leaking milk, the warm nectar running a small river down her front, staining the soft fibers of her shirt and now soaking the top of her waistband.
She thinks of asking her John to switch up on her, but realizes that with her right nipple still producing so much, it would only cause more of a mess. The last thing she needs is one fully-flowing faucet all the way on while she starts up another, with only one person to drain it all. Una looks around the street, scanning the slim daytime crowd. Most people are paying them no mind, and the few who do notice quickly blush and hurry along their way. Most of the shoppers are in their desired stores already and are busying themselves with their errands, so she’s out of luck there, too. Besides, it’s generally considered polite for Mothers and other tradespeople to not “steal” customers from other establishments, especially during daylight hours.
Her problem is quickly solved as she feels a telltale harder tugging on her nipple from inside her customer’s mouth, accentuated by a familiar loud smacking sound from around his palette.
“Mmm, already done with that one? You’re quite hungry today, if I had known earlier I would have started stocking up just for you.” she purred, stroking and petting his hair as he looked up at her. She knew the look he was trying to give her, too. “Don’t worry, pet,” she cooed as she began rearranging the laces on the other side of her shirt. “I have two for a reason, and look! It’s already ready and waiting for you.”