Hello reader,
Sorry for these chapters coming out further and further apart. I am finding it harder to know which path I want to take this story down, and it takes a while for me to get something that I am satisfied with. I hope that this chapter is to your liking. Please forgive any grammatical errors, and all characters portrayed are over the age of 18.
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Tim stepped through the large double doors; inside the cottage, it was noticeably cooler. He took a few seconds to allow his eyes to adjust from the harsh sunlight outside. As his vision cleared, he looked around. He was standing just inside the front doors in the wide entrance hallway. The expansive hallway extended a good 50 feet in front of him with multiple doorways on either side leading off to other rooms. At the end of the hall, directly opposite him, there was a large winding staircase that led upstairs.
Just then, Pam peeked her head out from the closest door to Tim on the left.
"This way baby," she said with a bright smile. Tim smiled back and followed her disappearing head. She led him into a rather comfortable looking room. Tim would have taken it for a den or reading room, except there were no books, and the room obviously served another purpose. The floor was covered in fine, thick rugs that Tim's feet sunk into comfortably. There were many cushy looking chairs with thick furs hanging off of them. But the items that gave away the purpose of the room were in the middle of everything, the chairs and couches being arrayed around them.
There, in the middle of the room set into the main table, were four sets of felt covered tubes that led to suction cups. Sitting in one of the comfiest looking chairs next to where Pam had just seated herself, was, Tim could only assume, Pam's mother- Ismena Gala.
"She looks similar to Pam and her other daughters," Tim thought. She had the same fine features. Her cheekbones were perhaps more prominent, and she had a few creases from age, but her complexion still looked remarkably young. Her eyes were a brilliant aquamarine, and sparkled in the same way that her daughters did.
Her curly hair, although probably once platinum blonde, had started to lose its colour and turn white. She had it tied up in the back, but a few curly strands fell across each shoulder. A bit harder to see because they camouflaged with her hair, Tim noticed that Ismena's horns were rather prominent. They poked out of her head a few inches above her hairline and they then swept back in a graceful curve that ended with them pointing to the sky.
It was hard to tell sitting down, but she looked to be about the same height as Pam. Her slim shoulders led down to her large, heavy bust. Pam definitely got her chest from her mother, but it seemed that Ismena could hold a fair bit more milk than her second youngest daughter. Her breasts were at least two or three cup sizes bigger than Pam's. Currently, she had one breast attached to a pump, and the other hung free, but had a ring around her pale erect nipple. Tim noticed that her nipple had to be at least an inch long after getting sucked on by the pump.
His eyes quickly tracked down the rest of her. She had a motherly body compared to her daughters. Whereas Pam and Cynthia had the trim little tummies of teenagers, their mother had a nice soft-looking belly. Ismena's hips also flared out to her sides considerably more, and Tim wanted to get a look at her rump when it wasn't seating. The fur on her legs was also turning white like the hair on her head, but it had more of the platinum blonde from her youth left in it.
Pam watched her silly boyfriend freeze in the door as he took in her mother. She rolled her eyes and looked at her mother apologetically. Ismena glanced at her daughter.
"So, this is the man my daughter left the farm to stay with," she thought. "He is rather handsome," she said to herself silently. Her plump pink lips smiled at Tim as he gazed at her.
Tim stood in the doorway once he made eye contact with Ismena. He stopped and gave a low bow.
"Promitéra..." He said respectfully, not knowing what else to do. Ismena giggled, her laugh pure and put her hand to her mouth.
"You taught him some manners I see sweetie," Ismena directed to her daughter.
"Of course, Mama!" Pam said, sounding hurt that her mother thought she wouldn't.
Ismena assuaged her daughter's feelings, "I meant no offense," she offered warmly.
Ismena turned to face Tim fully, unhooking her breast from the pump and wiping the excess milk off of her nipple with her finger. She then cleaned that finger off by placing it in her mouth and quickly sucking on it.
"It is nice to meet you Tim," She said as she stood up and extended her hand, the same one that she had used to wipe her breast.
Tim quickly stumbled forward, offering his hand.
"A-a pleasure," he said smiling while his eyes kept glancing down to Ismena's tiny hand clasped in his own. Her hands were soft, but had seen working days. She had the same dainty, feminine nails as her daughters Tim noticed.
Ismena smirked to herself as she watched Tim's gaze flicker between her face, her breasts, and the hand he was holding. It seemed he was not very adept at keeping his gaze where it should be. But, Ismena didn't mind; she had purposefully wiped her breast and licked her hand clean to be a bit provocative.
With a playful flick of her tail, Ismena let go of Tim's hand and pulled back.
"Please, take a seat," she offered, her hand indicating many of the unoccupied seats around the milking table. Tim nodded gratefully and sat down, his eyes still on Ismena.
Appreciating Tim's wandering gaze, Ismena decided to show off a little before she sat down. She reached her hands above her head and stretched, sticking her chest out and rolling her neck a little. She stifled a little yawn, covering her mouth with her dainty nails. As she showcased her assets, she noticed Pam rolling her eyes, but she also noticed Tim's mouth hanging open a little.
"Worth it," she thought.
"Mooooooom, don't show off!" Pam whined, as if embarrassed. Ismena turned to her daughter, pretending to be oblivious.
"Pamela, I was just having a little stretch" She admonished her daughter as she gently stroked her hands over her breasts and then hips, as if smoothing out a dress that wasn't there.
"Ugh!" Pam said, rolling her eyes again.
"Please, excuse my daughter," Ismena said, turning to Tim. His gaze quickly leapt back up to her eyes.
"Umm, no need Promitéra... I know that Pam likes to stretch after being milked," Tim said, looking between mother and daughter. Pam blushed slightly at Tim's comment and looked away, avoiding eye contact when her mother turned back to her with a raised, critical eyebrow.
Ismena saw that she wouldn't catch her daughter's eye, so she turned back to Tim.
"Thank you, and please, just call me Ismena, Tim."
