“Yea, that sounds better.” Said Karen, slightly distracted as she tried to come up with another one of her own while turning away from Jon slightly to try to adjust her bra. There had to be a way to get herself more comfortable. The move was more out of habit than anything else she realized. If this idea worked out he would be sucking on one of her tits very soon. She was realizing that it both weirded her out and was turning her on a little with how strange and naughty it seemed as Jon started to speak again.
“So, is that our wish then?”
“I don’t think so. What if people think that you’re only allowed to drink breast milk like a new born baby? If that’s the case, what happens when I stop lactating? Will you have to be on formula for the rest of your life?”
“Good point. Maybe if we just change how people viewed our relationship immediately before, during, and after.”
“So, people would view us as mother and child but only when my boobs are full until a few minutes after they are empty? How about instead of timing we say something to each other. I say something that a mother would say to her child like ‘Are you hungry baby?’ and you say something that a child would say to their mom like “I’m hungry mommy.” When the second person says their line, everyone sees us as mother and child in our relationship instead of friends. When the second person says their line again people see us as we normally are again.”
“Do you really want to be perceived as my mom though? And wouldn’t that make it weird for us to be here?”
“Good points. How about if people see me as a wet-nurse for you instead?”
“That sounds like a plan. I would never call you nurse any other time, so I don’t think that we will trigger it accidently. Are you cool with being a teen mom though? Isn’t that how women usually become wet-nurses? By having had babies. You may not actually have a baby, and I can include that in the wish, but people would think you were a teen mom.”
“Yea, we should add in that people think I’m 25 when they think I’m your nurse.”
