His arms went around her, from behind. His hands found her breasts. Both of them. He grabbed. Squeezed. The soft flesh, heavy and leaking, overflowed his palms. The milk, thin and sweet, ran over his fingers.
He pulled. The breasts stretched. The nipples, distended, leaked. The milk, arcing from each nipple, hit the ground. The display, in front of the woman, was deliberate. A statement. A demonstration.
He looked at Johana. His violet eyes, behind the mask, met her pink and gray ones. He held the gaze. While his hands, on the mother-in-law's breasts, squeezed. While his cock, inside the mother-in-law's pussy, throbbed. While his cum, deep in her womb, pulsed.
He tilted the mother-in-law's chin. His hand, wet with milk, found her jaw. Turned her face. The veil, dislodged, fell away. Her lips, full and swollen, were visible. Her nose, slightly upturned. Her eyes, rolled back and vacant. Her tongue, pink and limp, hanging from her mouth.
He kissed her.
