Milk Bath

"Captain Milky, reporting for duty, ma'am!" squeaked the novelty rubber duck silently to itself. Much like the characters in a certain animated film, she too was alive, and witness to many intimate moments.

Mrs. Boobalickski won the duck as a second place contestant in the yearly Tiddy Dippers yearly charity 5K Walk/Bounce to eliminate lactose intolerance, losing to that snob, Mary Storm Peachbutter.

But Mrs. Boobalickski loved her duck, and brought her home. Since then, Captain Milky, as the skunkette MILF had come to call her, had been a silent observer to some of the woman's most wild aquatic sexcapades.

There was the time Mrs. Boobalickski experimented with cucumbers in the bath, Ess giving Penny a tit-swirly in the toilet for reading her diary, Ess getting drunk and passing out in the tub, Ess inviting over half the university hockey team and taking them all on at the same time, playing the goalie to their own cream spurting sticks.

In fact, most of her wildest adventures came from the exploits of Mrs. Boobalickski's daughter, rather than her owner, with the MILF's usual bathing routine consisting of lighting a few candles, sipping a glass of red wine, and reading a steamy erotica novel while her fingers churned the water between her supple thighs, Captain Milky set bobbing on Mrs. Boobalickski's self-loving seas.

But what she saw that one summer evening was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

Uschi had been very good, helping Mrs. Boobalickski carry in her groceries, helping weed the garden, even washing her minivan, though the men in the neighborhood might have been the real winners seeing the nineteen year old cat girl pressing and sliding her big, soft breasts all over the soap slippery vehicle, her jugs sloshing off the curved hood with a wet slap.

Mrs. Boobalickski might have figured that, since Uschi's birthday was coming up in late June, the cat-girl just might be angling for a birthday present.

So one day, while working in the garden, she asked her what she wanted. With a nervous giggle that boarded on a full body convulsion, Uschi blurted out, "I wanna Milk Bath!"

"Well," said Mrs. Boobalickski, her finger tapping on her chin as she looked at her vehicle, "I suppose I could run to the store. I think they should have enough to fill the tub, but you'll have to help me carry the jugs back to the van."

"No! NO! NO! NO!!!" squealed Uschi. "I want milk from these jugs!" she screamed, leaning over the cabbages, her knockers trailing over the thick green leave, and gripped both of Mrs. Boobalickski's boobs in her hands, leaving muddy handprints on the woman's flower printed, low cut top, pushing her immense cleavage up till it swelled over her neckline.

"Okay. Okay, missy," she said with a crooked smile. "You just tend to that squash, and we'll see if you get any melon juice later tonight."

Congratulations to Stevie J for coming up with the second place winner in last month's Uschi-themed pinup poll! It's like Mrs. Boobalickski always says, "Be sure to wash behind your cheeks, Ess!"

Also, this is how my brain works. Bathtub=rubber duck. Why can't a rubber duck have boobs and wear a captains hat?