Thread: Cum, Cream & Other Delicacies | TuffLuv & princess pesch |

Oh! the vixen suddenly yelped, nearly jumping out of her second heel. She had to catch herself on the counter to keep from falling, and Vivienne touched a hand to her chest, over her heart, in an attempt to make sure it was still beating. She giggled sheepishly, then, an embarrassed little smile tugging at the fox's muzzle. Jezebel, sweetie, you scared me, the woman laughed, lifting her hand again to brush some of her brown hair from her brilliant eyes. A look at the girl, and one of her brows raised. She smirked once more. I was hoping you'd say that, the vixen confessed, letting out a dramatic sigh. I just don't think I have it in me to slave over a stove tonight. She noted the way the towel hugged Jez's supple frame when she stooped over to dig in to the fridge, and Vivienne couldn't help herself from reaching out to tug that towel of hers down a bit further so it covered at least some of her rear. Jezebel, she playfully scolded, lightly slapping the girl's wrist. Go put some clothes on that's -- oh. Viv blinked stupidly, looking down at her phone as it buzzed. A sigh immediately escaped her. More likely, that was work telling her she'd need to come in early the next day or stay in late. But it wasn't her boss, it wasn't a friend, it wasn't her ex-husband or his lawyer or anyone else. In a way, this was much, much worse. Oh, she repeated, more softly this time, raising a hand to her muzzle to stifle a surprised gasp. Before her daughter could see the naked photo of herself on screen, Viv powered off her phone and swallowed hard, looking up at Jez with a forced smile as she found her resolve. I-I, ah... can... can you give me just a moment, sweetie? It's, ah, it's important. Viv frowned, then reached out and squeezed Jezebel's hand in an affectionate way. It's not work. I promise. Pushing back some of her dark locks, Viv kissed the girl on her forehead then rushed out the door, back on to little porch just outside of the kitchen again. Once there, she swallowed, looked down, then unlocked her phone again, staring at Jezebel's supple form for a long few moments. Her heart beat against her chest like the world's loudest drum. Oh, Jezebel, she sighed, feeling sad for the girl. This must've been a mistake, surely. Just some innocent little thing she'd meant to send to a boy she was crushing on, right? But a closer study of the girl's breasts revealed something she hadn't even considered about the bovine before. Vivienne's eyes widened. Was she... was she lactating? Viv's stomach twisted. Of course she is, Vivienne scolded herself. She's a bovine, after all. Of course she's full of milk. Oh, Viv, how could you be so damned stupid? Too busy focusing on your work and not busy enough focusing on your daughter. She must be so confused and afraid... Once she'd regained her composure, Viv tucked her phone away, turned, then pushed in to the kitchen once more, smiling gently at the girl by the fridge again. Come on, dear, she said, offering Jezebel her arm as she passed. It was a Friday night, and they had the weekend off. She'd make sure to spend some time with Jezebel, starting now. Maybe not mention the photo, but... she'd try and bring up the lactation, if she could. Let's find a movie and order something. I'm all yours.