Nursing the homeless
I've become addicted to nursing hobos and panhandlers. It's complicated but I'm a stay at home mom and a homeschool mom. My husband has work and letting off steam with the guys after work so he has adult time but sometimes I feel like I'm only with kids and serve no purpose, useless. We don't have much so I try to save money and do free or cheap things with the kids or for myself.My one escape was living near to washington d.c. i can take the train into the museums and parks. I could juggle it when the kids were younger but it got complicated as they grew. Life changed when my MIL offered to watch the kids so I could do errands or the shopping twice a week, sometimes three.
When I ended up with more free time than expected I'd slip away to the museums. I'd have my youngest with me but once she was self-weaning I could go by myself. From the train rides, walking in parks and sitting to nurse I got to know some of the homeless. They'd see me sitting and nursing and tell me how long it'd been since they ate.
One day getting ready to take the train home and my boobs hadn't adjusted to less suckling yet cause my five year old only nursed maybe once a week, my three year old maybe every other day and now the baby was only once, sometimes twice a day. Anyways my boobs were leaking like mad. One of the hobos said what a waste it was. He was holding a cup and I said I could put some breastmilk in the cup for him and I did. The next week I was giving him my extra milk. Then someone else asked if they could have some. I had plenty to share and they were so grateful I was feeling like I had purpose and they'd tell me their stories and it was good to be with adults.
Soon I had a regular bunch and we dispensed with the cups because there weren't always any there and I started suckling them right from the breast. It had the same bonding feeling you have with your babies, their eyes were so grateful looking up at me and I feel useful. They started calling me Mother Mary Milkmaid and sometimes Sister Cowgirl but thats a private joke. I'm still a mom first, they are my life but you need more than just kids.
You ask what's the problem? I shared this with my MIL by accident but thought she'd understand but she said horrible things about me and is threatening to tell my husband. I know what I'm doing isn't wrong but I don't want him to know. She'll make it sound like something it isn't. I don't know what to do. I feel I've made a commitment and some of the people depend on me but I don't want to add strife in our family. I'd envisioned bringing my children with me at the appropriate age when I could tend to them so they could see how some people have to live and how grateful we need to be but I dare not now. I'm confused and scared.
You need to get your MIL alone and get her drinking you could take her to brunch or at home but make sure to get her to drink at least 3 drinks then roofie her. Get her naked and video her with her mouth on your tits with you fucking her with a dildo. When she is sober show her the video and tell her she took advantage of you. But if she says nothing about your secret then this will stay between the 2 of you. Then finish it off by saying I’m glad you told me you always wanted to experiment with another woman.
You should give them hand jobs to help them feel better. Maybe let them diddle your little poonie too.