Hucow Generation - Chapter 9

Howdy everyone and Happy New Year's Eve!

I hope 2025 will bring you only happiness!

I decided to release a new Hucow update today for New Year's Eve so that this story will be entirely published soon and we can get back to Moonlit Sins sooner rather than later as you requested.

Happy New Year's Eve, again!  

Chapter 9

Zack didn’t come inside through the front door, as surprising as that was. 

He instead went around the house. 

I was not sure what he was doing at first, but he went into the back of my house and he went straight for… 

… The tree. 

“Um, can I help you?” I asked him, wondering if there was something specific that he was after or something that he was searching for. Yes, he had walked much closer to the tree in the backyard, but honestly, I didn’t suspect that he was interested in that tree…

Could he?     

“Sorry, I probably seem super manic right now for walking around the house like that, but... has that tree always been there? I’ve never seen anything like it. Black and white leaves... it reminds me of something, but I’m not sure what…” 

“It has…. Always been there, yes…” 

Ever since I was a little girl that tree has been there in the back of our house.

Even when I was a kid, that tree was the same. It was the same height and the leaves and the bark were of the same colours. Nothing had changed about it. 

I mean, I understood the appeal for it. 

It was a unique tree, so I understood why I kept staring at it—admiring it.

I slowly walked toward him, joining him where the tree was. 

I wasn’t too sure what to tell him at this point. That tree always meant a lot to me and the Vachon family, but to him, it was just probably some strange tree and that was it. There was nothing else to be said.

I had to be honest, it was almost a tease of him to get me going the way he did, to grope my breasts right over there on my doorstep and milk me the way he did, only to stop everything in an instant and not move forward with it. I invited him to come inside and we could have done so much more, but no, he had to go around the house and because of that everything came to a brutal end.

Zack was such a meanie for doing this to me. Getting me turned on and leaving me hanging like this… 

I could feel more tasty milk sloshing within my breasts.

He hadn’t milked me anywhere near enough, unfortunately. I needed more. 

I looked down and noticed droplets of white, creamy milk dripping down the tips of my thick and erect nipples. 

Um…

He was still staring at the tree…  

“I knew I’d seen it before. It was a couple of days ago when we met here. I thought for sure that I had seen a weird tree, but I wasn’t sure if I had seen it right. It’s… Gorgeous…” Zack continued admiring the tree and I was still standing over there. I didn’t know what to do other than clear my throat in a desperate attempt to attract his attention again…

He finally turned again after I cleared my throat and he saw me there topless. Yes, my big tits were still plucked out of my shirt and it was like he finally realized that my breasts were bare and that they were still dripping with creamy milk… 

“Willow…”

“So?” I had no idea what he was going to do next, but I was hoping what he was looking at right now was more interesting than the tree.

“I don’t know what it is, but I feel a lot calmer and more relaxed around that tree…” he admitted to me, which I found to be nice, I was vastly disappointed that he was talking about the tree as opposed to focusing his attention on my big and heavy tits. I even went as far as intentionally shaking my breasts back and forth and left and right for him in a desperate attempt to make him understand that I wanted him to stare at my chest. 

“Oh, God, I feel so sweaty…” This time, it was still me who was desperately attempting to obtain his attention. I didn’t know why I was still hoping for it to happen, but I was for some reason. I wasn’t even lying in the first place. I was actively sweating because it was stupid hot outside. 

I was dripping with sweat and at the very least, it indeed, finally caught Zack’s attention.

Finally!          

“Oh, I feel calmer now…” The young man admitted, referring to the tree making him calmer, but we both knew that it was my sweaty body and my massive mammaries that were truly helping soothe him.  

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” I gave him a little smirk.

Yes, this was finally turning around… 

Zack marched slowly toward me, returning to me. He reached out to me with his hands. A split-second later, his hands hovered over my sweaty breasts. I felt so reassured that we were finally resuming where we left off earlier on the other side of the house on the doorstep. I happily anticipated this precious moment during which he made contact with my tits again—placing the palms of his hands over them, feeling them, feeling the softness of my breasts. Um… Yes… This felt so good to me…            

“Ah, right... sorry for getting distracted. Where were we~”

He resumed playing with my hot, steamy breasts, pulling back from my underarms and squeezing them together. Some of my precious milk gushed onto the grass below, so Zack started being more careful. He could never get over how soft my skin felt, it seemed, or the weight of each breast—and how you could hear the milk sloshing around when he lifted it.

“Awn!” I began moaning again! 

Finally… 

“I can never get enough of you, or your wonderfully massive chest. I adore the fact that you’ve grown since last time... and if I’m being completely honest, I’d love to see you grow even more,” he told me. 

When he put the palms of his hands over my nipples, he couldn’t quite cover the whole areola. He spent some time teasing my erect nipples, which were now big enough to stick his pinky into. This was something that I had never tried before, but I immediately began adoring it… I hoped my moans reassured him that he was heading in the right direction… 

Zack then started sensually kissing my chest, getting closer and closer to my nipple each time—teasing me quite a bit. Finally, he locked lips with my nipple, beautifully circling his tongue around and inside of it... 

He was again tasting the sweetest milk he had ever known (probably—at least, I hoped). Even though he surely had his fill earlier, he couldn’t stop himself—he just had to keep drinking…