Sexy Fun Times/Mall/Mom
"I've never seen a baby breastfeeding before," you admit, before taking a seat. You could faintly hear the baby hungrily suckling at the exposed teat.
The woman turns her focus to you and quirks an eyebrow. "Don't you have any brothers or sisters?" she asks.
You shake your head. "It's just me and Mum."
Her expression slightly relaxes and lets out a little giggle."Some people think it's rude to do it in public, but I don't care. I have to feed him when he gets hungry."
You look around at the people passing. Most ignore her and a few scowl, but some, mostly men, smile as they walk past. "There, that,s enough," she says and the baby falls down onto her lap. You are amazed at the size of her big brown nipple, still leaking milk. The sight of her jiggling tit is enough to make your mouth water, and you're half tempted to ask her if you can have a taste.
She gropes for a tissue, but her bag is on the floor. "Can you hold him a minute," she says, and, for the first time in your life, you have a small baby in your arms. You lay the baby on your lap while the mother wipes away the excess milk from her nipple. The boy stares at you with his deep blue eyes and as you hold him he and gropes and babbles, pulling at the fabric of your shirt as babies are wont to do. He seems to be quite a happy child and doesn't seem to care that it's you holding him and not his mother.
When she has finished cleaning herself and gets her tit tucked away, she takes the boy back. "He's wet, I need to change him," she says. You are about to leave when she asks you if you could give her a hand. "Why not," you think, and you pick up her bag and follow her into the disabled toilet which doubles as a baby-changing room. She has a special key to get in, and locks the door behind her.
She takes a towel out of her bag and puts it on the table, then strips the wet nappy off and drops it in the bin provided. The baby immediately reaches to catch hold of his surprisingly big cock. "Typical man," the mother says fondly as you watch him make a passable attempt at masturbating. As she uses a wet-wipe to clean him up, you wonder what you are doing and why she wanted you there.
"You know, he's always been like that," she comments. The mother smiles and takes the head of her infant son's willy between thumb and forefinger. "Even while he was inside me I could feel him pushing against me with his little baby cock. Sometimes he would even find a hole and push inside. I'd sometimes imagine that he'd squirt himself and then I would soon have another baby inside. It was the best experience of my life. He's going to make a lady very happy someday. Could you hand me some of that baby powder?"
You dutifully oblige her request, rummaging inside her diaper bag to pick up a heft bottle of sweet smelling talcum, then handed it off to her.