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Donna knew she was in trouble when she got assigned to work on the bake sale with Vivian, the Supermom. Not only does the lesbian housewife outshine her as a mom, she makes Donna fell things she’s only felt for men. With her husband cheering her on, she’s going to have to get all hot and sweaty in the kitchen and help Vivian clean up when she spills her milk all over herself.
For a while they just hugged one another, taking comfort in the fact that neither or them was perfect and neither of them was a compete failure.
Soon the hug wasn't just comforting. Donna ’s mind started to stray back to her lust for this woman. She started to melt into the feeling of the other woman's body pressed against hers. It was so soft and inviting that she just couldn't help it. Her hands had been rubbing the other woman's back but now they started to stray lower.
Figuring it was better to stop before she got into trouble, Donna pulled away from the hug. They were a little awkward once they parted. The moment had been emotional and now that it was over it kind of hung out there. Fighting with the desire to get close again, feel one another's bodies again.
"Oh, what's that on your dress?" Donna a dark spot of something wet on Vivian's dress. Donna tried not to stare. Not too much anyway. "Is that from me crying?"
"Oh," Vivian looked down at herself and saw the spot. "Oh, no. That's milk. Happens all the time. I stopped breastfeeding just a few days ago so they're still producing with nowhere to go. It’s so painful I can’t even wear a bra.”
"Ugh. I know how painful that can be." Donna vividly remembered how sore her breasts were for a whole week before she stopped producing. And then she remembered what her husband did to help. Well, not help, more like distract "Here let me get that for you."