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Mother's Milk Ch. 02

By: StrongMaster7



After his first experience with the local La Leche League, he went home feeling that his fantasy had been fulfilled. But the feeling of fulfillment didn't last. In time it became a longing to do it again. 

The next week's meeting was already underway. The ladies shared guilty glances at each other, but none of them openly spoke about what had happened. As they exchanged some articles about the benefits of mother's milk for babies and spoke about the new members the hospital said would be joining soon, the door opened and Steven stuck his head into the room. He wasn't sure how the women would feel about him, but was pleased to be welcomed in. In fact, he was surprised when each of the women hugged him and told him how glad they were that he was there. The tone of the meeting changed from drab to upbeat instantly. Each lady perked up remembering how they had all felt so close when they were feeding Steven and he was touching them. Each had felt the disappointment of going home from the last meeting feeling sexy only to find their husbands didn't share Steven's appreciation for the sexiness of a woman with that special blessing. 

Soon the comments came pouring out. 

"I feel like an old cow still. Steven's touch and the way he was so excited by my milk were so great, but my old man thinks my leaking breasts are gross. He actually said so," Alice sobbed as Steven moved over to put an arm around her shoulder. 

"I got all dressed up in my sexiest undies, but when I tried to get Burt to touch my breasts, he was put off. He just wanted a quick suck-off," Doris bitterly admitted. 

Each of the ladies had a similar story. As each one let out her disappointment, the group seemed to circle around Steven so he could comfort each one in turn. By the time they had all unloaded their sadness, they were all huddled together. The women all looked at Steven. 

"Well, ladies, you know I feel so close to each of you and to the group. I would be happy to continue to be here for you, but I think we should be careful not to draw attention to what we are doing. I don't want a jealous husband after me. We don't want to scare off any ladies who may just want breastfeeding advice. And I don't think the national group would endorse our..uh..extra activities." 

He could see the sadness on the faces of the ladies as he spoke. 

"But I'm not saying we can't continue. I think we just need to separate what we do from the regular meeting. There can be the La Leche League meeting, and then we can have a break and then those who want to can join us for our extra activities. What do you think?" 

Everyone quickly agreed to the wisdom of what he said. Each of the ladies could feel their breasts tighten in excitement. Each of them had fed their babies before coming to the meeting, but most had plenty of milk left and if they were honest with themselves, they had hoped that they could feed Steven and feel his pleasure in their gift. 

Sherry spoke up," Then I say we adjourn this meeting so we can get to the good stuff!" 

Just as the formal meeting ended and everyone began to relax, the door opened and in walked a young lady, timidly asking if she was in the right place. The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze. All the ladies had started thinking about having Steven help them relieve themselves, in more ways than one, but the sight of this young girl of perhaps 20 made them pause. 

Assuring her she was in the right place, the ladies welcomed her in and sat her down. 

"My name is Bonnie. I'm 20 years old and I had a baby a couple of weeks ago. I had to give him up for adoption due to circumstances I'd rather not go into. I'm not sure why I'm here, but I need help." 

Some of the ladies sat close to her to offer her solace. Bonnie was choking back tears. 

"The delivery was normal and I got to hold him and feed him for a few days before...." Her voice trailed off. She paused a moment to collect her thoughts. "And now I'm here with all this milk and no one to give it too. I know your group gives advice on starting breastfeeding. Do you have any advice about stopping?" She looked around the room. 

"We can help you, Bonnie. You are among friends here. We are a just a group of friends and now you are our friend too. Why don't you tell us how you feel right now?" Sherry said. 

"Well, I knew I was going to have to give up my son. So, believe it or not, that is not my problem. I don't want to just forget that it ever happened. I want to experience whatever I can of this. And my body is telling me I need something. And my breasts, well I was always big up top, but well..." 

Bonnie removed the bulky brown overcoat she had been wearing. She was in a heavy sweater and jeans. For such a small girl, she was very top-heavy. 

"My breasts are just so huge they hurt. I feel like I need to...to unload them."

As she spoke, Bonnie grasped her large tits. She could hardly contain them in her small hands. "I have a pump, but it's so artificial to use and so cold. The boy who got me pregnant, we weren't really very close. I went to him and he thought I was trying to trap him or something. I told him the baby was gone and I just needed some help. He called me a fucking cow. He didn't want to see me. Who can blame him? That's all I am, a fucking milkcow," Bonnie collapsed in tears.

"I blame him." Steven said. 

Bonnie hadn't noticed the only man present, and was startled. She quickly pulled herself together and sat up. 

"This is Steven," Sherry explained. "He is a special part of our group. We were just about to end the regular part of our meeting. I think you should see the special part of what we do. We all know how you feel. Some men, and even some women, have decided that the most beautiful, natural part of womanhood is somehow bad. They are wrong. Part of being a woman is bringing forth new life and then providing nourishment for that life. It's not only an essential physical act, but it is a profoundly emotional act for both parties. All of us here have experienced this and we come together to celebrate this. Some of us have no child to nourish, no outlet for our milk at all, but we feel the need to continue to experience this part of womanhood. Some of us donate to mothers in need. But that just makes the milk come back sooner and more. It feels good and it opens the door to other good feelings. Steven has helped us enjoy those feelings. Would you like to see?" 

Bonnie nodded. Doris moved to draw the curtains and Alice dimmed the lights. 

Sherry looked down at her own expansive chest and demurely unbuttoned her blouse. She shifted the fabric to one side revealing the large right cup of her white nursing bra. She sat on one end of the sofa. "Steven, honey, Mommy needs her hungry baby." Steven tried not to smile as he quietly moved to join Sherry, lying with his head in her lap. Sherry cupped his head in one hand and unbuttoned the flap on the huge right cup and revealed her full breast topped with a dark ruby nipple, fully erect, standing out from the large dark aureole. Bonnie felt her own large breasts ache and throb as she saw Steven's mouth latch onto Sherry's teat and begin suckling. Sherry sighed loudly and then moaned quietly as he fed. Doris and Alice moved beside Sherry and Steven. Doris moved his legs across her lap sitting beside Sherry, watching a man's mouth suckling her friend's milk-filled tit. Doris' breasts were much smaller, a-cups, usually. Childbirth had rounded her little perkies into little balloons. She hadn't worn a bra this evening hoping that Steven would get a chance to appreciate the easy access. Bonnie sat down and watched, transfixed, as Doris began unbuckling Steven's belt.

He hardly noticed. He suckled gently, feeling and tasting Sherry's sweet milk as it trickled into his mouth. Her hand stroked his hair and face and she smiled down at him. The warm, wet suction on her breast created warmth that spread across her chest and down to her loins. Sherry felt that electric connection to her clit. She wriggled her hips a bit and Steven lightly bit her nipple and suckled that much harder. Sherry moaned. The five other ladies, plus Bonnie, had circled around Sherry and Steven. Some of them focused on Sherry's pleasure, imagining it as if it were their own. Others watched Steven's hungry mouth as he sucked. They saw the bulge in his pants and knew that this special intimacy was equally pleasing to both parties. 

In time Sherry felt the right breast becoming empty and she shifted her 'big baby' to the other side. Bonnie came closer, kneeling beside Alice. Alice had been stroking Steven's hair as he nursed. She had opened her blouse and unhooked the front-closing monster that held her bountiful mams. Alice leaned over Steven and rubbed her large pink nipples against his face. Leaking milk left a trail on his cheek. Alice leaned back on her heels and arched her back, closing her eyes. Bonnie, who could feel her own breasts tingling, felt herself reach out to caress Alice's huge milkjugs. Alice smiled without opening her eyes. She stood, putting her teats at mouth-level for the kneeling Bonnie. Bonnie licked the dripping milk from each big nipple. Alice smiled and took one huge tit in two hands and expressed a dozen little jets of fine spray across Bonnie's face. Bonnie opened her mouth and Alice repeated the act giving Bonnie a taste of her nectar. Bonnie shuddered with a near-climax at the warmth and taste. 

It had been over a day since Bonnie had tried to use her little battery-powered pump to relieve the pressure that had built up in her enormous boobs. She felt her milk 'letting down' down and begin to flow. Bonnie saw Sherry looking at her with compassion. It seemed Sherry was about to say something to her as a wave of pleasure washed over Sherry. She cupped her breast and squeezed it hard into Steven's mouth. He opened up to suck in as much tit as he could. The sweet wetness leaked out and soon covered his face as Sherry felt a full-body orgasm shake her to the core. Steven instinctively wanted to mount her and bury his stiffness in her pussy. He knew how wet and aroused she must be. But Sherry recovered from her orgasm and gently pulled her breast from his mouth. 

"Our new friend is in need, Steven. Bonnie, do you want Steven to do this for you?" Bonnie nodded. Very slowly, the group shifted positions. All eyes were on Bonnie as she stood and lifted her sweater, pulling it off. Considering she had delivered not long ago, Bonnie's body showed few signs of pregnancy. She was wearing jeans that were nearly her old size. She had no stretch marks. In fact, her body looked almost as it had before her pregnancy, except for her breasts. Bonnie had always been very large-breasted. At 13 she had d-cups and the attention from boys that goes with them. She was happy to move to a new town and adopt much more concealing clothes. When a one-nighter had left her pregnant, her big breasts seemed to grow that much bigger. Being as young as she was, the weight of her boobs didn't make them hang to her waist. Rather, they stood out from her chest and their fullness could barely be contained by the large dd-nursing bra. She reached behind her and unclasped it. She let it fall away from her and stood at the center of a circle of women, gathered around a reclining Steven. Sherry moved off to the side to get a taste of Alice's milk. Doris, sensing the intensity of Bonnie's need and feeling a maternal bond with the girl who was young enough to be her own daughter, left Steven's fly open for Bonnie, if that was what she wanted and touching her own breasts under her sweatshirt. She felt wetness on her fingers and tasted her own milk.

Sherry had left her nursing bra's flaps open, exposing her freshly suckled teats for all to see. Small droplets of milk clung to the tips. Steven looked up at Bonnie and then back at Sherry, who smiled and nodded. He sat up on the edge of the sofa. Bonnie stood directly in front of him. She was in a trance. As turned on as she was by watching Sherry climax from breastfeeding this grown man with the sizable bulge in his pants, she was also responding to an aching need she felt inside to unload the milk that had overloaded her big tits to the point of pain.

As Steven sat on the edge of the sofa watching Bonnie, he was struck by how beautiful she was. Her long straight dark hair made her look so young. But her figure was certainly that of a woman. As she moved closer to him, her huge breasts level with his face, her perfume wafted over him. Looking up at her, Steven saw that Bonnie's eyes were almost glazed over. She saw him, but her thoughts were elsewhere. He had never seen breasts as big as hers that were so full and firm. By rights they ought to be hanging down to her knees, but instead those twin melons, each as big as her head stood out proudly. Her aureoles were perfect pink circles and her nipples were wide nubs poking up from them by just a fraction of an inch. He couldn't help himself. Rather than letting Bonnie get comfortable and then gently positioning himself to suckle, his hands each cupped and hefted one of her big orbs. He buried his face between them and smothered himself in the endless warm flesh. He kissed and licked and mouthed all over the deep valley between them. He could feel how tight they were, literally overfilled with mother's milk. 

Finally taking a breath, he pulled back to see thin trickles of milk running down from her nipples. Bonnie took charge now. She pushed him back so that he was reclining back against the sofa. She straddled his hips and leaned forward. Her huge left boob swung into Steven's face. He licked the milk that had dripped down and then clamped his mouth over her teat and suckled. Bonnie felt his mouth hungrily pulse and suck. His tongue encircled the nipple, causing it to stiffen and grow and causing a stab of sensation to travel from her tit to her clit and deep inside her. Bonnie crushed his head to her chest. He was in heaven. He felt the nipple he was suckling thicken and grow until he could wrap his lips around it and suck it hard. The milk filled his mouth. Bonnie moaned loudly. She hadn't realized it, but she was grinding her crotch against his leg.

"Big baby," Bonnie spoke without trying to. She felt the intense tugging of his lips and tongue and she could feel her own milk as it coursed from deep inside her bosom through her now-huge teat and into Steven's hungry mouth. When the milk flow slowed, Bonnie pulled that breast away from him. Before she replaced it with the other, she leaned down and kissed her big baby on the mouth, tasting her milk. She quickly stuffed her other nipple, already swollen to fingertip size, into his still-hungry mouth. Again and again he sucked and swallowed. Bonnie's pussy felt warm on his leg even through the layers of her clothes and his. Suddenly, Bonnie gripped each of her massive tits from underneath and squeezed them tight, beyond the point of pain. She was cumming hard. Harder than she ever had. Steven sucked harder even as she thrashed about. His teeth bit at her teats. Bonnie felt a gush of wetness between her thighs. And again. She screamed between clenched teeth and shuddered deeply gushing one last time. 

As she regained her senses, Bonnie realized that she had cum and ejaculated something or maybe peed her pants or both. Her jeans were soaked, as was Steven's pants legs. As Bonnie stood up to assess the damage, Doris took her hand and led her to a chair.  

Half of the rest of the evening was spent with the ladies feeding Steven. (Doris fed Bonnie.) Several of them came during the process. A few openly masturbated as Steven nursed. It was the most unique mix of carnal and maternal. Somehow Steven hadn't cum through all this. He had gone beyond stiff and numb. As crazy as it seemed, he still didn't think of these ladies like he thought of the girls he dated. What he was doing with these ladies was..well..different. But a need is a need. And when it was time for Steven to get his nut off, he stood and dropped his pants and boxers and sat back. He actually had the thought of jerking off to the incredible tableau before him. Instead, the women gathered around him. One, then another sucked his cock. Some deep and with an experienced technique, others a mere kiss or lick. A few of the ladies simply gave him a kiss on the cheek and a loving look. Their feeling was more maternal, but they understood a man's needs. As his orgasm roared toward him, Steven was just conscious that the last mouth, throat really, that engulfed him belonged to the bodacious Bonnie. But that thought exploded in his mind as sound and vision mixed with feelings and pleasure beyond words for what seemed like ages. 

His next clear thought was of the ache he felt deep in his gut. He couldn't decide if it was painful or not. Finally, he realized that he had come. A gigantic orgasm. Buckets of cum. He looked around him and he counted half a dozen smiling beautiful faces of his Leche League buddies, each with at least some of his cum glistening from cheek or nose or lips.

Mother's Milk Ch. 02



I awoke the next morning with a big smile on my face as I remembered last night. I had gotten what I wanted. I reached down and felt that I was still wet and knowing that wetness was a combination of my cum and my son's cum made my smile change to a grin. I had slept all night with my son's love juice inside me and he was coming over again this morning on his way to work to give me some more.

I sat up in bed thinking to myself that I had better hurry up and get in the shower, get myself all clean for my son to fill up again. Tom had said he was going to come over earlier than usual, so I had better get a move on.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I was dying to pee as I had been holding on all night, not wanting to go when my son left last night as I knew I needed to keep his sperm inside me as long as possible in order to get pregnant. I had just washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I was about to turn on the shower when I heard the front door open and Tom call out to announce he was here.

"Morning mum," he called out.

"I'm in here son," I replied, "I was just about to jump in the shower," I said as I reached up and turned on the water.

Tom walked into my bedroom and looked towards my ensuite and smiled when he saw me standing there naked waiting for the water to warm up in the shower. Then he walked up to me. He looked different today, he had an air of confidence about him that I hadn't seen before and with a quick glance downwards I noticed something else too. Tom was already hard; the bulge in his pants was very obvious.

"Turn the shower off mum. Leave it for after," Tom stated, and then he leant in and kissed me.

It was just a quick peck hello. It was a 'morning after' passionate kiss, with his right hand caressing my breast while he pushed his warm tongue inside my mouth. I mentally thanked myself for brushing my teeth before turning on the shower. I wanted to taste good for my son.

He pulled back from the kiss that seemed to last ages, but was probably just a minute or two. I think I may have been holding my breath; it had taken me by surprise. I was expecting to have to seduce my son again today to convince him that having sex with him mother was the best way to conceive. I even had a passing thought that perhaps he might have come here this morning to tell me that he had made a mistake and that we shouldn't do it again. This behavior quickly squashed any fears I may have had.

"Oh my! Oh Good Morning to you too son," I said once he released me and I beamed a big smile at him.

"Are you sure you don't want me to shower first Tom? Wouldn't you rather I was nice and clean for you son?" I asked.

"You're fine mum," he answered, "And I love the thought of you lying in bed all night with some of me inside you," Tom said, giving me a cheeky grin.

"Oh my, Tom," I said with a bit of a giggle and I turned the water off. I loved this cheeky confident man in front of me. He was flirting with me, not acting like my son at all. Tom was treating me like a lover, this was better than I had hoped for.

Tom grabbed my hand and led me back to my bed. He seemed in a hurry, or was it just that he was keen?

"Come on mum, times a-wasting. Let's make a baby!"

He pulled me over to my bed and then stopped and faced me, looking at my naked body up and down. Even though he had seen me naked yesterday, he looked at me as if it was the first time he had seen all of me. Perhaps it was that yesterday happened so fast that it seemed like a bit of a blur and today he wanted to take it all in, every sensation. He smiled when he looked at my body. I know I do not have the body of some young twenty something model, but the way he looked at me, with desire and even awe in his eyes, made me feel like I was beautiful.

Tom held out his hands and gave me a cheeky, yet innocent look.

"Undress me mummy. Take off my clothes like you did yesterday," he said with a grin.

Hearing him call me that made me so horny. I gasped and I actually felt my pussy clench and produce some juice. I had no idea Tom was going to be so eager for more and I loved this new found confidence. It reminded me that he wasn't my little boy anymore, he was almost 20 and he was a man, a very horny man who wanted to fuck me.

I quickly responded and undid the buttons on his shirt, taking it off and hanging it off the back of the chair. Then I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, letting his pants fall to the floor and he stepped out of them. I looked at his boxers that were straining to keep his hard cock in and smiled at him. He grinned back as he watched me kneel in front of him and slowly pull down his boxers.

His erection sprang up at me when I lifted his boxers over it and down. It was right in front of my face and I could smell his sex. His cock was seeping precum. I needed a taste. I grabbed the base of his cock and leant in and licked the tip of it. Damn it tasted so good. Tom moaned as he felt my tongue on his swollen head. I lapped at his precum, licking it up. It was so good and seemed to keep oozing out the more I licked, so I opened my mouth wide and took in the whole head and sucked on that delicious veiny mushroom. I hungrily sucked and slurped, taking more of his hard cock into my warm mouth, causing us both to moan in pleasure. 

I really wanted to keep sucking and make him cum in my mouth. I was starting to miss my daily intake of my sons cum from a cup. But I knew that I had to forsake that pleasure and replace it with another, so I stopped and stood up smiling at Tom.

He looked so flushed, as if it was all he could do not to cum in my mouth. He must have been using all his self control to hold back, wanting the same thing as I did. He was panting a little. He returned my smile with a grin of his own and then suddenly grabbed me and kissed me hard. I knew he must have tasted himself on my tongue and that thought turned me on more.

We broke from the kiss and I lay down on my bed, reaching out my hand to my son.

Tom took my hand and got on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing against my pelvis. He could have just shoved his cock in me and fucked me hard and I wouldn't have protested. I would have loved it. But it seems although Tom was eager, he wasn't in that much of a hurry. He started to suck on my nipple, making contented suckling sounds. Damn it felt good. It made me moan softly in delight.

"I love your tits mum," Tom said as he paused to change to the other nipple.

"Oh it feels so good to have you suckling on me son," I said, "I wish I still had milk." The last bit I hadn't meant to say out loud and as soon as I had said it, I panicked for a second wondering if that would shock him. 

"You will again soon mummy," Tom responded, looking up at me for a moment then continuing to suck.

The way he said it and the mental image of my son feeding from me as an adult drove me insane with horniness, it was like he just pressed my 'fuck me' button. I let out a moan of kinky desire and again I felt my pussy juice increasing and I pushed up my hips.

Tom responded to my reactions by moving his hips up, hovering just above me as he lined up my wet pussy with his hard cock and with one hard thrust, pushed that baby-maker deep inside me.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" I almost screamed. It felt so good. Tom just held it deep inside me, keeping still for a moment, then he moved his cock almost all the way out, then another hard thrust deep back in. I felt like I was holding my breath. Then he did it a third time.

"Oh God yes!" Tom moaned, "I love fucking you mummy." He said with lust.

I came. That was just too much for me. The way he was fucking me was not like a man who was just interested in making a baby, this was a man who wanted to fuck me, wanted to fuck his mummy and it was driving me crazy. I moaned and panted and gushed as I came. Tom felt my pussy contract and then coat his hard cock in my cum and he looked at me and grinned with satisfaction that he had pleased me so quickly.

"Oh yes mummy mmm," he said with lust, "Oh you liked that didn't you mummy hmm? You like Tommy's big hard cock in you now that it's all grown up don't you mummy?

My son was turning me on so much. I don't think I've ever been this worked up. I was moaning and panting and pushing my hips up against his, trying to get him deeper inside me.

"Yes! Oh yes son. I love it Tommy. Oh fuck yes, I love it," I moaned, "Fuck me son. Fuck mummy harder!"

Tom didn't have to be asked twice. He picked up his momentum and moved in and out of me harder and faster. His wonderful big hard cock pounding into me over and over. I kept begging him to go harder and he did. Tom fucked me at a feverous pace, determination on his brow.

Any thoughts I may have had of him being worried about being too rough with me had long gone. He was pounding into me so hard it was starting to hurt a little. Just enough to send me to the edge, the pleasure was so intense.

The hard rough fucking seemed to excite Tom just as much as it did me. He was grunting and panting and then as he almost reached his climax, he began to talk dirty to me. 

"Take it you slut mother! Take your mother-fucking son's cum!" he screamed at me. Then he tensed up and shot his cum deep into me with a loan grunt.

The look on his face and the filthy language that came out of my son's mouth would have been enough to make me cum anyway, but as I felt his thick, white, sperm loaded cum explode up inside me, I came hard.

I seemed to ramble as the pleasure wave struck me in full force.

"Oh fuck! Oh yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh God! Yes! Oh Tom!" I exclaimed.

Tom rolled off me and lay beside me, both of us panting trying to catch our breath.

"Sorry about my language mum," he said guiltily, "I got a bit carried away."

I rolled over to face him and kissed his lips, my eyes watery from the intense emotional overload.

"Oh don't be sorry son. That was the best sex I've had in a very long time. I loved it Tom and I love you."

Tom smiled at me and reached up and pulled me closer for another kiss.

"I love you too mum," he responded, "And that was the best sex I've ever had. You're amazing mum."

"Really Tom? What about Jen?" I queried. As if I didn't already feel fantastic, my son was stroking my ego as well.

"Well she's great of course mum and you know that I love her too. It's just she doesn't like it like that. I have to gentle with her and no way could I say to her what I just said to you," Tom said with a bit of a laugh.

That made me grin. I loved that Tom could let himself go with me and enjoy the kind of sex he likes but can't get at home. I was also smiling we just had great sex and I don't think either one of us was thinking about making a baby at the time. But now as I lay here with my sons cum inside me, I did wonder if I would get pregnant soon. Part of me wasn't in a hurry as I could definitely get used to this kind of fun every day and I don't want it to stop too soon. 

I was also curious as to what else did my son like that he didn't get at home but decided today wasn't the right time to ask. A glance at the clock beside my bed reminded me that we both had work today.

Tom seemed to notice my eyes looking at the clock and realized it was time to go.

He gave me a kiss and got up. He went to my shower and had a quick wash, then dried and got dressed in front of me. I think he sensed that I enjoyed watching him.

I stayed in bed longer as I wanted to keep my sons cum in me as long as I could before getting up to shower.

"I can hardly wait to see you again tomorrow mum. You have no idea of how good you make me feel," Tom said smiling down at me as he finished doing up his last button, "I love you so much mum."

"I love you too Tom," I said smiling up at him with love in my eyes. I didn't say it but I had every idea of how good he felt as I can't remember ever feeling as good as I did then.

Tom gave me a kiss good bye and told me he would lock up on his way out. I stayed in bed another twenty minutes then I got up and showered and got ready for work. 

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Tom visited me every day for ten days, even on the weekend. Telling his wife he didn't want to miss even one day if it meant one day closer to her getting her baby. Of course Tom wanted a baby too, but I could tell that mostly he just wanted to fuck me.

On the eleventh day, I got my period. I was feeling devastated. I don't know why I thought I would get pregnant after just over a week of trying. But I think it was because the sex was so good and my son came so much and because I loved him so deeply. 

I was sitting at the kitchen table looking a bit sorry for myself when Tom arrived. Usually I had been in bed naked waiting for him so he looked a little puzzled to see me in my robe at the table sipping a coffee.

"Morning mum," Tom said cheerfully as he walked up to me, "Are you ok mum?"

I smiled a weak smile at him, my eyes started to fill with water.

"Yeah I'm ok son. I just got my period is all. I was just hoping that I would be pregnant," I said with a little sadness in my voice.

Tom came up and put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Aw it's ok mum. Don't worry about it," he said reassuringly. 

"We will get it right next month and hasn't it been fun practicing," Tom said with a cheeky laugh.

I grinned at him, cheering up right away now that I knew he wasn't disappointed in me.

"Oh yes son, it's been a lot of fun."

Tom grinned back at me. Then he looked at his watch.

"It's a bit early to go to work mum. Mind if I just stay and have a coffee with you?"

"Oh of course you can Tom. I'd love to have your company," I said, feeling happy again that my son was spending time with me even without the sex. I got up and poured him a cup. Then feeling a bit cheeky, gave him an empty cup as well.

"You sure you don't need this today son?" I said with a smirk.

He laughed.

"No thanks mum," he said jokingly and then rubbed his cock through his pants. I hadn't noticed until then that there was still that familiar bulge that I had been taking care of for the last ten days. 

"Although I might have to take care of this before I go to work," Tom said with a wink.

I took that as a request and I got up and knelt at my son's feet, looking up at him.

"Could I take care of it for you son? All this time we have been making sure that you cum inside me so we can make a baby, but I've really been longing to taste your cum," I asked with desire.

"Oh mum. Oh yes please. I've wanted you to taste me too. I love it when you suck me mum and I've been dying to cum in your sweet mouth," answered Tom, the desire showing in his voice too.

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. This time I did not undress my son. I simply pulled down his boxers past his erection and licked and sucked his cock while he sat there at the kitchen table.

The now familiar taste of his precum got me aroused and I wished that I could have him inside of me again. But I put my own needs aside and worked on giving my son the best blow job I could give him.

I lovingly licked up and down his shaft, totally coating his hard cock in my saliva. I kissed and caressed it, rubbing the head of his cock on my face and painting my lips with his precum. I took my time, enjoying it as much as Tom did. 

Tom was moaning in pleasure as I flicked the tip of my tongue into his slit as if trying to dig out more precum. I was beginning to pant and moan myself as I sucked on my son deeper and faster, holding the base of his shaft firmly as if I never wanted to let it go. 

I glanced up at Tom often as I sucked and licked his delicious cock and I either he was attentively looking down at me, watching his cock disappear into my warm moist mouth or he had his head tilted back as if he was experiencing total bliss.

I so wanted to taste his cum again, the memories of all those deposits he left in my coffee cups that I hungrily ate rushed back into my head and caused me to moan at my own thoughts.

I didn't want to wait anymore for my son's yummy cream. I sped up, squeezed the base of his cock more and sucked harder and deeper. I could feel his hardness scrape against my teeth and I could hear his breath getting faster. I knew he was close.

I stopped sucking for just a moment and looked up at my son as I held his cock firmly in my grasp.

"Cum for me son. Cum in your mummy's mouth baby!" I commanded, and then went back to sucking furiously.

Tom groaned at my words and then grunted as he came hard into my eager waiting mouth. 

"Oh fuck!" was all he said as he filled up my mouth with his warm sticky cum.

I felt it spurt out in great gobs, I swallowed the first spurt straight away and quickly it was replaced with another. It was warm and salty and sweet as I had remembered it only so much better fresh from the source. I couldn't help but think to myself as I swallowed all of his delectable cum, that I made this beautiful cock that was giving me such pleasure.

I squeezed my son's cock to push out any more cum that was still inside, not wanting to waste any. I milked it of every last drop as Tom looked down at me watching this display. I was making soft cooing sounds of delight as sucked up the last little bits. Then while still holding the last remnants of Tom's cum on my tongue I stood up and kissed him.

His eyes widened when he realized he tasted his own cum on my tongue, but I held his face in my hands and continued to kiss him passionately.

My tongue was dancing with his and I purposely did not swallow the cum still on my tongue, I wanted to share it with him, open up his mind a little. I wanted to push his boundaries and just see what things my son might be susceptible to if he was in fact given the opportunity to try new experiences. Tom had already told me that Jen did like sex but she wasn't into anything wild. The way that he had said it at the time made my mind wonder as there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his voice.

My devious mind was working overtime. Since I had my period and there would be no point in trying to get pregnant for the next few days, perhaps now could be a good time to find out if some of the things I liked also pushed my son's buttons.

We broke from the kiss and Tom looked into my eyes.

"Wow mum! You keep amazing me. That was the best blow job I've ever had," he said still catching his breath, "I thought Jen was good but man oh man I had no idea."

I grinned at him, enjoying the praise.

"Thank you son. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I loved it too. You taste really good Tom," I said with a naughty smile.

"Jen doesn't swallow. I don't think she likes the taste that much. But you do huh mum," said Tom returning the naughty smile back to me.

"Oh you are delicious son," I replied, "And you didn't seem to mind your own taste that much either," I said giving him a wicked grin.

Tom blushed a little, then smiled

"Yeah actually it didn't taste that bad at all. Maybe Jen just needs to get used to it."

I kissed my son's now flaccid cock and pulled his boxers back up and zipped him up again.

"There you go son. All taken care of," I said with a smile, "Now you can go to work without feeling frustrated all day."

Tom smiled back at me.

"Thank you mum. You're the best. I do feel so much better now," he said standing up to leave.

I walked him to the door, wanting to give him a kiss good bye.

"Will you come back tomorrow son or do you want to wait until my period is over so we can get back to trying to make a baby?"

Tom paused by the front door and looked into my eyes. I could see his love for me but also the underlying lust that had now grown there over these last several days.

"Mum would it be ok if I came back again tomorrow for another um," he said, then paused a moment, "for another coffee?" 




Mother's Milk Ch. 02



Tom blushed a little as we both knew what he meant by that.

"Of course you can Tom. You are welcome here anytime day or night for coffee or whatever else you may need. Anything you need son. I am here for you," I said with love and desire and I meant every word.

Tom smiled at me and then leant down and kissed my lips.

"Bye mum. I love you. See you tomorrow."

"See you Tom. Have a good day at work. I love you too," I said as I waved him off. 

Then I closed the door and went and got ready for work, smiling to myself as I thought of this morning's event. I was feeling very contented. Tom was giving me everything I'd been fantasizing about for so long and my fears of our sexual relationship ruining the close mother/son bond had not been realized. 

He was still my boy Tom and when we weren't involved in a sexual act, he was just the same as always. 

I could hardly wait for tomorrow.

It seemed those good things I had been waiting for had definitely arrived.

  **********************

Tom came back the next morning on his way to work for more of my special 'coffee' and again the day after that. I loved sucking him off. The taste of my son's cum was so enticing and it was so exciting to give him oral sex that I almost came myself.

The more sexual acts we did together, the less shy Tom became. He was no longer shocked by the taste of his own cum when we kissed. In fact he seemed to like it, not as much as I did though of course.

On the third day of giving my son oral relief, I decided to spice it up a little for him by doing the deed topless. Tom really loved to watch my big breasts move as I sucked harder and faster bringing him to climax and after swallowing down the first spurt of his cum, I aimed his cock at my tits and a nice big glob of cum landed just above my right nipple.

Tom looked down at me and smiled as he recovered from his orgasm. He watched me intently as I rubbed his cum into both of my nipples. 

I stood up and Tom was expecting me to kiss him with a mouth full of his cum as I had done on the previous two days, but instead I reached out and pulled his face to my breast.

"Suck on mummy son. That's my good boy," I instructed.

Tom didn't even hesitate. The taste of his own cum did not hinder him anymore. He was used to it already and the idea of tasting it from his mother's nipples definitely turned him on as he eagerly began to suck hard on me. Tom licked and sucked on my right nipple hungrily then changed to my left making sure he had licked up all traces of his cream. Then it was he, not me, that stood up and kissed me passionately.

It made me moan and turned me on so much as Tom's confidence as my lover progressed.

I felt a lot braver to speak to him about personal and intimate subjects such as his sex life at home.

"Oh you're such a good kisser Tom," I announced as we broke from the kiss, "Jen is a lucky girl."

Tom smiled modestly.

"Thanks mum. I love to kiss," Tom responded, "And I love all the things we do mum. I'm the lucky one."

I smiled back at Tom and then turned my back on him to make an actual cup of coffee for us both. 

It's strange how quickly I felt comfortable to be topless in my kitchen with my son with his pants down at his ankles, making a coffee as if it was all perfectly normal.

While I was busy with the coffee, Tom had pulled up his boxers and pants and sat back down watching me. His eyes were always on me lately, even when I had my back to him, I just knew he was looking, intently studying my every move.

I sat back down at the table with our coffees. I remained topless while we sipped our drinks and conversed.

I asked him how his job was going and how Jen was coping with everything. He told me everything was fine but I could tell there was something on his mind that he was reluctant to say. So I thought I would just ask him outright. 

"Tom is there something you want to ask me or tell me?" I questioned, "You seem a little distracted."

Tom shifted in his chair a little nervously. Then took another sip of his coffee as if for strength or courage.

"Mum. I um," he answered, pausing as he searched for the right words, "Mum I want to try something with you that I've always wanted to do but,um well Jen doesn't want to, so I was wondering if I could, um if we could...." Tom was blushing and not looking directly in my eyes as he spoke. 

I could tell whatever he was thinking must be difficult for him to ask. But it pleased me that he was becoming more adventurous sexually and so whatever it was he wanted from me, the answer would be yes.

"Tom, I love you and I love making love with you. So whatever you want to do with me, I know I will enjoy," I replied with a smile, trying to make him feel more at ease. "My period should be over by tomorrow Tom, so we can do anything you like son."

Tom smiled sheepishly at me. I got up from my chair and went over to him and gave him a kiss, standing between his legs as we pashed. His hands instinctively reached up and caressed my naked breasts as our tongues danced together once more. 

We broke from the kiss and I glanced down and saw my son had a bulge in his pants again and yet it had only been a short time since he came. Whatever it was on Tom's mind was exciting him very much.

"Tell mummy what it is you want to do tomorrow son," I whispered seductively in his ear.

I thought it might be easier for him to whisper to me rather than say out loud so I gestured to my ear and turned my head for him to whisper back his answer.

"I want to try anal sex mum. Would you let me um...," he said quietly and nervously in my ear, "Could I fuck you there please mummy."

I gasped, mostly from excitement than from shock. Instantly I had mental images of my son taking me doggy style and I felt myself get wet.

Tom was blushing and shuffling nervously in his chair, obviously worried that I might be disgusted in this suggestion and shun him.

It had been many years since I had experienced anal sex but I did enjoy it and the idea of being my son's first excited me beyond belief. I may not have been lucky enough to take his virginity, but I was going to be his first in something.

Tom looked worried about my stunned silence, not knowing if my gasp was a good thing or not yet. I put his mind at rest.

"Oh God yes son!" I exclaimed and then bent down and kissed him hard with passion and lust.

I reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants as I kissed him, feeling his arousal.

Again I whispered in his ear. "If you want to put your lovely hard cock in mummy's other hole, you don't have to wait until tomorrow for that son," I said sexily.

Tom groaned and I felt his cock twitch at that thought.

"Oh yes! Oh yes mummy. I so want to. Can I mummy, please?" he exclaimed.

I grinned at him. Then I looked at my watch. If we were going to do this now, we were both going to be late for work. Tom noticed me looking at the time.

"I don't care if I'm late for work mum," he said excitedly, "I want you so bad mummy."

Tom stood up and grabbed me, holding me close and kissing my neck.

"You do know I'm not going to get pregnant if you fuck me there don't you son, "I said cheekily.

Tom laughed and I giggled along with him.

"Oh yes I do know that mummy but I want to do it anyway. I want to make love to you mum. These last couple of days you have been giving me relief but I want you to cum too," said Tom in between kissing my neck.

"Ok Tom. Let's do it babe," I said, grabbing his hand and leading him into my bedroom.

Tom eagerly came with me and immediately as I got in my room, I began to undress him. I loved to look at his naked form, especially when he was erect.

I was already half naked, so it only took a minute to discard the rest of my clothing, and then I stood naked with my son and we kissed. He was so worked up at the thought of what we were about to do, his kiss was almost frantic. I hadn't seen him this excited over something since I brought him a play station for Christmas a few years back.

"It's been awhile since I did this son, so you're going to have to go slow and be gentle," I warned as I looked for my personal lubricant in my drawer next to my bed.

"Yes mum. I will mum," Tom replied excitedly, a little impatiently.

"And we are going to need lots of this stuff," I said with a giggle, showing him the tube in my hand.

We both grinned. I could tell the anticipation was almost too much for him. His cock was so hard even though he had recently cum.

I opened the lid and applied a generous about of lube to his erection. I rubbed it on all over and lots on the head. I was a little apprehensive because I hadn't had anal sex in years and although my son's cock wasn't huge, it wasn't small either. Definitely bigger than the last cock I let fuck my ass. But I did not let my concern show. I wanted to do everything with my son, be the one he expanded his sexual horizons with.

As I lubed him up I noticed he had lots of his own natural lube already, his cock was seeping precum and I was so tempted to lick it up, knowing how tasty it was, but I resisted and went about my task of coating his delicious cock in lube.

I then got up on my bed on all fours and leant down on my elbows, my butt sticking up in the air as an open invitation to Tom to help himself.

He didn't need to be asked again. Tom got on the bed behind me and started to caress my ass cheeks. It felt good and I wished that I had a huge mirror in my room so I could watch as well as feel what he was doing.

"You will need to loosen me up with your fingers first son or you will hurt me. Put lots of lube on me and on your fingers Tom," I instructed as I passed back the lube to him.

Tom took the tube from me but didn't use it right away. He seemed to be enjoying the view and the feel of my butt as he continued to rub it. Then I felt him pry open my ass cheeks as if to inspect me. I felt very open and vulnerable and that feeling turned me on. I was enjoying being the object of my son's inquisitive hands and eyes. The way he held my cheeks apart he must have been staring at my hole. I was waiting to feel his fingers invade me but then Tom did something I wasn't expecting. He leant down and kissed my ass cheeks and all around my hole and then right on it. It made me gasp. 

Tom was making sounds of pleasure as he was kissing me and it felt so good and then he licked me. He hadn't even licked my pussy during our sex sessions yet, although it was something I had been desperately wanting him to do but was just waiting for the right time to suggest it. And yet here he was licking my asshole without any instruction from me. Damn it felt fantastic. I moaned and he responded to my moan with more licks. His actions and moans were telling me he loved this as much as I did. 

I was so turned on by how it felt but mostly just the thought of my son giving me a rim job. It was so kinky and taboo and very stimulating. Then Tom pushed the tip of his tongue right inside me and darted it in and out. That was too much for me and I came.

"Oh fuck! Oh yes!" I called out as I climaxed.

"Mmm nice," said Tom as he pulled back from licking me. Then I felt his finger pushing against my asshole. It was well lubed and went in easily.

"Oh yes! That's it baby, nice and slow," I encouraged him.

Tom moved one finger in and out of my hole slowly and it felt fantastic. I was relaxed because I had just cum so I wasn't resisting the invasion. Then I felt another finger. I tensed a little and held my breath for a moment. But then I relaxed once more and began to push back onto his fingers as he explored my most private of holes. He was slowly stretching me and I could hear his breath was starting to pant. My son was definitely enjoying violating his mother in this way. 

I knew it must be a struggle for him to be slow and patient, wanting so bad to put his cock where his fingers were. It felt so good as he prepared me, getting me ready to accept something bigger.

Tom must have sensed I was ready for him now or perhaps he was just very keen.

"Can I do it now mum?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh yes son. Just go slow and easy babe," I answered.

I tried to relax as I felt the tip of his cock, wet with lube and precum push up against my hole. I instinctively tensed up to brace myself for the intrusion, but then forced myself to calm by breathing in and out slowly. Tom went slow as I had told him to do. He pushed the head of his cock right in, causing me to gasp and panic just a little as if felt too big to fit. 

"Stop!" I called out, "Just wait son. Don't push anymore Tom, give me time to adjust."

I was feeling so full and I only had the head inside me. Tom reluctantly stopped pushing and waited for me to tell him what to do. 

"Oh mum. You're so tight in there. Oh it feels so good already and I'm not even all the way in," Tom said excitedly.

I was adjusting to him inside me. I did hurt just a little being stretched like this but also it turned me so much. I pushed back a little and began to rock slowly; little by little I could feel him entering me more.

Tom began to moan. I knew he would cum quickly.

He was almost all the way in and I knew I could take all of him now.

"Now son. Take me Tom. Fuck your mummy baby!" I demanded as I pushed back a little more.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh mum!" exclaimed Tom as he pushed himself in as far as he could go, his balls slapping against my pussy.

I gasped in both pain and pleasure all at once. Then he instinctively pulled out half way and slowly back in again. The mixture of pleasure and pain felt hot inside me, like his cock was on fire. 

Tom was moaning and grunting as he enjoyed his first anal fuck. I was doing my own fair share of moaning and grunting as it felt better and better. I was close to cumming and I knew Tom wouldn't last much longer. Just a few strokes were all it was going to take.

Then Tom got vocal. I love dirty talk during sex, it always sends me over the edge.

"Oh you're so fucking tight mum!" Tom exclaimed, "Fuck I love seeing my cock in your ass mum. Yes! Yes! Take it my slutty mother!" 

He was almost screaming at me as he rammed his hard cock into my ass again and again. 

It was my turn to scream as the orgasm wave hit me hard. I swore as I came and the muscles in my ass clamped down hard onto Tom's cock immersed deep within me.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" was all I managed to say. I was out of breath and panting.

When my ass clamped down on my son's cock it triggered his orgasm and he filled my cavity with his white sticky fertile cum. His fingers digging into my flesh as he held onto me too tight as his climax took him.

He let go of me and I fell panting onto the bed on my stomach. Tom fell on top of me and we just lay there like that for a few minutes trying to catch our breath enough to speak. Two sweaty bodies trying to come back down to earth. I felt like I was drunk as the room seemed to spin. 

Finally Tom seemed to have found his voice.

"Oh my God mum. That was so intense! Wow!" he said with passion as he rolled off of me and lay beside me.

"Wow is right son," I answered in agreement, "That was so worth being late for work for."

We both laughed and then realizing just how late it really was, Tom got up and grabbed my hand and tried to pull me off the bed.

"Come on mum. It's shower time."

I just wanted to lie there and go back to sleep. I felt good but exhausted. But I knew he was right so I begrudgingly got up and went to the bathroom with him.

We lovingly washed each others bodies under the warm water. We kissed as the shower rinsed us off.

I looked into my son's eyes and saw more than just the love of a son for his mother, I saw adoration. I had adored my son all his life and now I saw he felt the same way about me.

We got out and dried and dressed and then Tom left for work, promising to see me again tomorrow, and with one last kiss he was gone.

I left for work not long after him, thinking up an excuse on way as to why I was late. But mostly thinking about how wonderful my morning had been and how I couldn't wait for tomorrow so I could make love to my son again.

  ********************

Tom came back to see me again the next day and every day for a month. We made love every morning in the hope of making a baby. Tom told me how much he enjoyed his first anal experience and asked if we could do it again sometime. I wanted to as well but I had to get focused on getting pregnant so I told him we could do it again soon but for now we needed his cum in the right place. We both laughed about it but he knew I was right and so he agreed and we tried very hard to make a baby. 

Some mornings he fucked me twice just in case double the amount of sperm might help, or so he told me. I wasn't about to complain. I loved him inside me, loved to feel his cum in my pussy.

It was four weeks after my last period and although I'm not that regular, I began to think maybe I was pregnant. I wasn't sure if it was just wishful thinking so I went to the pharmacy and got a home pregnancy test. My breasts felt a little tender and sometimes I do get that just before my period so it might have been nothing but there was a good chance that I might pregnant, after all we had been at it like rabbits.

I didn't tell Tom that I brought the home test as I didn't want to get his hopes up. 

I got up a bit earlier than usual and I peed in a little cup and took the test. 

Three minutes can seem like a life time at times like this. I knew Tom would be here any minute and I wanted to know either way before he arrived.

I stared at the result for longer than the three minutes that I had been waiting before. The test came back positive! According to this piece of plastic in my hand, I was in fact pregnant.

Millions of things seemed to rush through my mind all at once. Of course excitement first, then a touch of fear as I remembered all the things involved in pregnancy, then a little disappointment as I thought that this could be the last time I got to make love to my son.

I decided then and there not to tell him until I had been to a doctor and got it confirmed professionally. I told myself it was so I didn't get his hopes up and then be depressed if I was wrong, but in the back of my mind I knew I was stalling so that I could have a few more days of sex with my son.

Tom arrived and we made love again. I felt a sadness and a sense of pending loss, but I hoped that Tom did not sense it. 

After Tom left for work, I showered and got ready myself. Just before I left for my own job, I rang up and made a doctors appointment for after work.

The doctor confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant and she congratulated me and booked me in for regular check ups.

I went home feeling a bit confused about how I felt. I was happy of course, now I could give my son what he wanted so much. But I was also sad as I felt like I was about to lose the best lover I ever had.

That night as I lay in bed thinking things over, I made a decision to delay telling Tom the news.

Part of it was that it was so early into the pregnancy that things could go wrong and I didn't want to hurt him if the worst happened, but mostly it was that I just couldn't bear to give him up just yet.



Mother's Milk Ch. 02



This story is a sequel to "Mother's Milk." For more background, please see that story.

The Next Day

Tricia Brewer woke up at eight o'clock on Saturday morning with her pussy throbbing painfully and with happy memories of how it got that way. The fucking she did on Friday night with Eric, who lived down the hall in her apartment building, had left her even sorer than she had been, but Tricia had been so horny the discomfort was easily worth it. That condition, her horniness, was not completely cured, but the edge had been taken off, and Tricia hoped to have more sex with Eric that morning, although she would insist on a somewhat different variety. 

She had been a surrogate mother, and had given birth a few days earlier. During the last three months, in order to protect her precious cargo, Tricia had to agree to remain celibate, and that was what caused her to be so horny. That soon after having the baby, her birth canal was still quite sore from the stretching it had endured, and from the missing patches of skin that the baby scraped off and took with him on his way out. She hadn't cared, though. By fucking Eric, she had willingly paid the price of the additional soreness she was then feeling. Following the numerous climaxes they both enjoyed, they made a tentative date to get together again soon afterward, and Tricia hoped that eight o'clock the next morning wasn't too soon. 

It wasn't, at least not to Eric. He was surprised to hear his telephone ringing so early on Saturday morning, but any fretting he might have done about it turned to elation when he recognized the voice on the other end as being that of Tricia. The sex they shared the previous night was some of the best of his life, and he wanted more of it, and the sooner, the better. His cock started to stir when her voice reminded him of what the delicious, warm milk from her full breasts had done for him, followed by the even greater pleasures that her pussy had provided. 

"Hi, Tricia, how are you this morning?" 

"Horny again, but I've got another problem beside that." 

"Being horny is no problem for you, as long as I'm around and you're still producing milk. You are, aren't you?" There was a touch of panic in Eric's voice at the thought of how deprived he would be if Tricia's breasts had somehow dried up overnight. 

"Oh, sure. Like a prize Holstein. That's not the problem; it's my pussy. It's sore as anything today. Maybe I shouldn't have done any fucking so soon after giving birth, but I really needed it, and I don't have any regrets about the soreness." 

"Oh, well, I'm really sorry if I caused you any pain. Maybe I wouldn't have done it if I'd of known." That wasn't completely sincere. Eric would not have been happy about causing any pain for somebody he liked, but he had been at least as horny as Tricia. Especially, he was horny and needful after sucking out all the sweet, warm milk that had been filling her breasts, and he wouldn't have been able to resist her pussy. 

"Don't worry; it was worth it. In fact, I'm still horny, and I want to get together again, but I don't want to do all the same things as we did last night. You know, besides your cock, you also got me off with your tongue, and I'd love to have you do that again." 

"Well, I'd love to do it too, but what then? I mean, it's fun, but I'm as horny as you are." 

"I just have a sore pussy. I don't have lockjaw or anything like that. I'd do the same thing for you, of course." 

"Oh, well, great. Should I come down there or do you want to come here?" I just made a fresh pot of coffee, and I can bring you some, if you want." 

Tricia looked over her extremely messy kitchen, and made up her mind. She preferred using her own bed, but was not a stickler for it, especially since it looked as if this might be a fairly long term relationship. "I'll come down there. That's number 507, right?" 

"Right. I'll have the door open and the coffee cups out." 

"Good. I'll be right there." 

As she had done every night since late in her pregnancy, Tricia had worn a nursing bra with absorbent pads under her pajamas. The pads were soaked from leakage from her already full breasts, and she removed them and set them aside, along with the bra, before pulling on her bathrobe and making sure her door key was in the pocket. In a few minutes, she would no longer have any need for the bra or fresh pads, at least not until that night, so she decided to leave them home. 

After deciding she also wouldn't need slippers on the carpeted hallway, Tricia opened the door, looked both ways and, seeing nobody, closed the door behind herself and hurried on down to Eric's door. It door opened while she was on her way, so she went right in, closed it behind herself and threw the bolt before turning around to survey Eric's kitchen. It was much neater than hers, and he was wearing pajamas and standing by the table, where two cups were sitting. Besides the cups, she could see and smell the fresh pot of the morning restorative. 

"Hi, Tricia. You sure look good this morning," he greeted her while filling the cup that was waiting across the table from him. Eric was referring to her pretty face and long brown hair, but he also meant the two large breasts that filled out the front of her robe. 

"Hi, yourself." 

Tricia amplified her greeting by going to him for a close embrace, and a warm kiss. She let her robe swing open and pressed her milk-filled breasts against his chest, but not too tightly, because she didn't want them to start squirting on him there. They finished their coffee, carefully hugged and kissed again, and strolled into the bedroom, where she shucked her robe the rest of the way off and tossed it onto a handy chair. 

The previous evening, there had been some awkwardness, because they had begun as relative strangers, but there was none that morning. They had gotten about as intimate as two people can get, and they intended to do more of the same things in Eric's bedroom. For either of them to act coy would have been silly and pointless, because they both knew what they were there for, and they both very much wanted and needed it. With Eric and Tricia equally well aware of that, they began unbuttoning each other's pajamas so they could start satisfying their needs with a no more than a minimum of delay. 

Eric finished first, and he pulled open Tricia's top, to gaze in awe at the swollen globes that he had just exposed. They seemed to be even bigger and fuller than they had been the previous night. Gently, as if they might break, he hefted one in either of his hands, feeling their weight and fullness. Even that was enough to start his cock stirring, and Eric bent down to begin licking one of Tricia's nipples. 

"That feels really good,' she said, after a few seconds. "But let's get undressed and into bed first." 

Eric raised his head and turned around so she could peel off his pajama top and stick her thumbs in the elastic waistband of the bottoms and pull them down below his ass. He stripped most of the covers off the bed, which was unmade anyhow. Only the bottom sheet remained, and he lay down on it with a pillow under his head, and let her pull his pajama pants the rest of the way off, leaving him naked. His cock was still mostly flaccid, but they both knew how to make it fully erect and ready for action, and that was the first thing they both wanted to do. Tricia decided the bottoms of her pajamas were just in the way, so she peeled them off and, equally naked, joined him on the bed, kneeling beside him. 

She leaned over, supporting the weight of her upper body on her hands, close enough that her engorged breasts were where his mouth could reach them. Eric held the nearest one gently in both hands, like an infant with a Sippy cup, and started licking the nipple. A few warm, sweet drops had been on the verge of leaking out, and his tongue prevented that waste by lapping them off and into his mouth. He could feel his cock beginning to stir again, but he knew he would need more than that tiny amount. 

Fortunately for both Eric and Tricia, she had an abundance for him. With his lips positioned just below her areola, he sucked gently on her first breast, while his tongue teased her nipple. His reward was a small squirt of the Heavenly elixir that he craved. As he continued sucking, more and more of Tricia's warm, sweet milk pleased his taste buds, and was warm in his stomach when he swallowed it. Eric could feel his cock stiffening, but he knew he would need a little more. Tricia's first breast was still almost full of his miracle drug, but he wanted to be sure none of her ambrosia leaked from its even more swollen twin. He moved his mouth over, took that lovely globe into his mouth, and started sucking and licking the same as he had on the first one.

As she had expected, Tricia was experiencing delightful reactions from having her breasts licked and sucked. The action of Eric's lips as they gently drew in and out on her breast and the unique sensation of his tongue fondling her extremely sensitive nipples felt just as erotic as they had the preceding night. The triple connection was already established between the tender pink nubbins and her clit; she could feel her sexual excitement mounting and juices collecting in her pussy. Tricia badly needed to feel Eric's agile tongue caressing her there, once his mouth was through, for the time being at least, with her breasts. 

"Mmmmm, that feels good," she murmured, and leaned closer so Eric's mouth would have even better access to what she knew he wanted and needed more of. 

His mouth being otherwise happily engaged, Eric didn't say anything. Avidly, he continued his nursing on Tricia's full breasts, sucking and savoring her milk, so warm and sweet and delicious. He loved the flavor and the way it felt in his mouth when he swirled it around, and the way it warmed his belly and, especially, the way it was turning his cock into a rigid giver and receiver of carnal delights. He was ready for Tricia to take it into her mouth and he really wanted to eat her pussy too, but her breast felt too good and her milk was too delicious for him to remove his mouth right away, even to speak. 

Hoping Eric's cock was erect and that he would want to 69, Tricia shifted her position, making sure one of her breasts remained pressed against his mouth, and blindly reached back to see how close to ready he was. Her fingers roamed over his tightly curled pubic hair, until the tips reached his hard shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it and was elated, because of its size and how stiff it was and because of her arousal that his lips and tongue had caused and because she believed it was her turn to enjoy some sucking too. 

Tricia straightened up, lifting her breast from his avid mouth. "Are you ready to 69?" 

"Yeah." He was too, especially because Eric knew there was plenty more milk for later, and he assumed she would be generous with it. 

Tricia easily swung one leg over to his other side, so she was straddling him, and admiring his handsome erect cock. The shaft was long and white and thick, especially at the base, and the head was a rosy pink and white and shaped like a big mushroom. Despite the resultant pain, Tricia remembered how good it had felt when it crammed her pussy so full, and expected it to feel just as good when she started sucking on it. 

She reached out one hand to hold it steady and leaned forward so her mouth hovered above the head. Tricia's tongue snaked out and started licking the velvety surface in concentric circles, and she moved her face closer, until the tip was brushing her lips. It felt wonderful there, and it felt even better when she lowered her face slightly farther and started licking under the hard ridge and using her tongue to tease the slit in the end of Eric's cock. Everything about his erection filled with delight, but nothing gave her as much joy as when she opened her mouth wide and started sliding her lips down the shaft, while her tongue laved the smooth skin. 

It felt great to Eric too, the way Tricia's mouth slowly engulfed his cock and her tongue stroked it, especially with the delicious taste of her milk still lingering on his taste buds. He looked up at her wet pussy, just inches above his face, and knew something else that would taste almost as good. Eric reached up to put his fingers between her ass cheeks and pull that part of her body lower so his tongue could reach what he wanted to start licking next. Tricia's pussy was still almost hairless, and the juices that had trickled out onto her crotch were nearly as delicious as the milk from her breasts had been. Eric sluiced all the nectar from there into his mouth before his tongue started slowly caressing one of her delightful outer pussy lips. 

Everything about Tricia's private parts felt almost perfect to Eric, from the smooth texture of her outer lip, as his mouth kissed and licked its way downward, to the satiny skin on the inside of her ass cheeks. When he ate a pussy, he always liked to also indulge in a bit of anal play, but he didn't know what Tricia would think of the idea, since some women object to being fingered back there. Tentatively, he advanced the tips of his middle fingers across the smoothest part until they encroached on the puckered area. There was no objection, so he placed the tips of his middle fingers on either side of her rosebud, pulled the edges apart, and slipped one inside to the first knuckle. From that angle, that was as far as he could reach, so he wiggled it slightly while his tongue continued its journey to her Mount of Venus. 

After relishing all the nectar that Tricia had just produced, Eric started licking her other outer lip the same way. His finger continued its slow movements inside her ass while his mouth traveled slowly along the smooth surface of the lip. Tricia's pussy was starting to squirm above his face, meaning she was getting more aroused, which would mean more of her delicious juices to taste and swallow. He continued to earn that reward, slowly caressing the same outer lip with his tongue until he once again kissed her soft mons. 

To Tricia, everything was getting better and better. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, every stroke taking Eric's big cock deeply into her mouth until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. She left it there for a few seconds, her tongue laving the shaft and reveling in the smooth skin that was stretched so tightly over its hard roundness. When she raised her face again, she kept the head between her lips and let her tongue fondle all over the end and under the ridge and probe into the slit. She enjoyed everything about what his big hard cock was doing for her mouth. 

But no more than she was reveling in what his mouth was doing for her pussy. Currents of delight swirled through her body from the path of his tongue and lips, and she squirmed against him to let Eric know how much she loved what he was doing. Tricia's ass was getting a treat too, and she was glad he was not squeamish about putting his finger into her the way he was doing. As her pleasure mounted higher, her pussy started fucking down against his face while her ass thrust against his hand. 

Eric was having just as great a time. Tricia's pussy may have been the best he had ever eaten, juicy and smooth and sensitive. Torrents of joy were shooting through his body from what her lips and tongue were doing for his cock. Even the insides of her ass cheeks and her tight rosebud continued to feel good to his fingers, although he wished he could stick the middle one more deeply into her. He was also glad that she obviously liked that latter part of their morning sexual encounter. 

After sluicing all the fresh nectar off into his mouth, Eric's tongue began licking between an inner and an outer lip, starting with the extremely soft place between their origins. When he reached the place where they were close together, he turned his head slightly and slid the flat of his tongue between them, so it could caress both the labia at once. The flavor was incredible, and her aroma was growing stronger, almost intoxicating, as his mouth slowly made its way toward her mons again. 

When he reached there, he kissed the soft Mount of Venus and drew his head back to see how close Tricia was to cumming. From her movements above him, she seemed to be getting close. Because her mouth was filled with his cock, he couldn't hear any verbal clues, such as moans or sighs, but he looked closely at her pussy. Her inner lips were swollen and had blossomed completely out of her slit, and her clit had also pushed its way out from under its protective hood. She was still a few minutes away from starting to cum, so his tongue began caressing between her other inner and outer lips, and treated this pair the same way. 

Tricia noticed that Eric's tongue ceased licking her pussy for a few seconds but, before she could ask him why, he resumed again. She shivered with delight at the resumption, and the level of her pleasure continued to mount. It took another small leap when his tongue gently stroked across her clit hood and even curled down to delicately fondle the swollen morsel that should have been sheltering under it.

Eric knew Tricia was close to cumming, and he was also. In fucking, he strongly believed that nice guys finished last, but he wanted to avoid that during a 69. On the previous night, he had seen how her muscles clenched when she climaxed, including the ones in her jaw. He really wanted to avoid having that happen when his cock was in her mouth, so he decided to stay away from her clit until he had climaxed, and then concentrate on bringing about her orgasm. After feasting on all her fresh juices, he started licking both of her inner lips again, moving his tongue across her dripping pink hole and taking an occasional taste of the nectar that was bubbling to the surface. 

With a few more of the long, slow petting of her lips, Tricia felt Eric's cock starting to throb inside her mouth, and she knew his climax was imminent. She shortened her strokes and started sucking faster, with her tongue positioned to catch the viscous liquid when he started cumming. She bobbed her head up and down, noting that he was being a gentlemen and letting her set the pace, rather than thrusting upward. A few more caresses, with her lips tight on his shaft, and his cock jerked inside her mouth, and shot out a big gob of cum, that landed right where she wanted it. She briefly savored the taste, but didn't stop moving her lips up and down, and was rewarded by his ejaculating two more times. Continuing to suck, in case there was any more, she swirled his cum in her mouth before swallowing it. 

The flavor of Eric's semen and the texture of it, both in her mouth and sliding down her throat, combined with what his tongue and lips had been doing for her pussy, had brought Tricia to the apex of arousal. She could feel her body thrashing about on top of him and very much needed to cum. She took his cock out of her mouth, lapped it with her tongue, adding even more to her sexual excitement, and turned her head toward the man who had brought her to that point. 

"Make me cum, Eric. Suck my clit," she urged him. 

Just then, there was nothing he wanted to do more than that. His tongue had circumnavigated her wet, pink hole, and he probed the tip against the small area between its wetness and her precious clit, resulting in a fresh spurt of her juices that landed on his chin. Pulling down harder on her ass, his mouth engulfed her swollen love button, and he started to suck. His lips formed a seal, and his tongue caressed the sides and top while his cheeks expanded and contracted as he sucked. Tricia's movements became even wilder, and she blurted out the glorious news. 




Mother's Milk Ch. 03



The following week's meeting followed the pattern of the previous one. About a dozen new mothers met in my friend Sherry's apartment. A representative of La Leche League, a very stern-looking woman, spoke to the group about the importance of nutrition and how mother's milk is the perfect food for infants. She didn't need to tell them about the deep emotion bond that this most intimate feeding act builds between the mother and child, or rather between the feeder and the fed. After her remarks, she asked Sherry about the lone male at the meeting. Sherry lied, saying he was the husband of one of the ladies. Giving him a suspicious glance, she left, as did most of the mothers. 

Sherry, Bonnie and Alice stayed, as did one other woman. Juliet was new to the group. She hadn't said a word throughout the 'regular' part of the meeting and the ladies wondered how to tell her about the 'special' part that was about to begin. These ladies had become very close over the last months sharing their passion for breastfeeding their babies and for exploring the sensual and sexual possibilities that seemed to them as natural as the more utilitarian aspects of lactation. Steven, originally a friend only of Sherry, had stumbled into the group and provided the male appreciation that none of the ladies got at home. These 'special' meetings after the 'regular' meetings had become the women's unique evenings of sharing the gift of mother's milk with each other and with their private 'big baby', Steven. And sharing his innocent appreciation of the most motherly of activities, as well as the strong sexual desire that it kindled in him was the highlight of the week for all of them. 

Juliet spoke, "I can tell you are wondering about me. I'm Juliet Lewiston. I'm a new mother too. Although I don't look it, I know."

Juliet was a very sophisticated-looking lady with short, white blonde hair plastered straight back. She had a striking face then looked almost angelic as she spoke. Her bright blue eyes flashed. 

"I adopted a baby this week. He's home with a nurse. I live alone. I'm a lesbian. Sorry to blurt it out like that, but I want to get to the point. I know Doris, who has been a part of your little sucky-fucky group, and she told me I should come here. That maybe one of you could help me. I need...I guess you'd call it a wet-nurse. Someone who can provide mother's milk for my baby."

Sherry, Alice and Steven all bristled at her description of their little group. Steven feared she was going to blow the whistle on his fantasy-come-true. Sherry spoke up.

"Ms. Lewiston. I don't know what Doris told you, but it sounds like you have the wrong idea about us. La Leche League..."

"La Leche League would be very interested, I'm sure, that one of their chapters is being used to facilitate unprotected sex. They might want to know about the single man who suckles the new moms and then makes them blow him. Is that what you were going to say?" Juliet sneered at Sherry.

Steven asked, "OK, what do you want?"

"Right to the point, eh? Just like a man. Well, don't worry, stud. I'm not going to spoil your little mommy's boy fantasy fest. I just want in on the action, in a way." She turned to look at Bonnie.

"Oooo. You are fine, aren't you? Bonnie, right? What are you, eighteen, nineteen?" She walked over to the standing Bonnie and circled her, inspecting her. "Doris said your tits were just bursting with milk. That you couldn't get rid of it fast enough. And that you were a horny one."

Sherry was getting angry. "Alright, get to the point. And stop harassing our friend!"

"Harassing? My dear, I was about to offer to change her life," Juliet's tone softened. "Bonnie, I understand that you are in, shall we say, not luxurious circumstances. I, on the other hand, have more than I need, money-wise. I need an au pair, a live-in companion who will provide milk for my baby. In return, I will provide your own room, bathroom, use of a car, a handsome salary, benefits, all the things you don't have. Isn't that right?"

Bonnie asked, "How do you know?"

Juliet smiled, "I hope you don't mind I had a detective do some research. I can't let just anyone into my home. Well, would you like to come home with me or will it be back to the YWCA?"

Bonnie looked at the tall, slim, well-dressed woman. She looked like a high-powered executive, or a model, thought Bonnie. Bonnie loved the idea of feeding a baby. And if half of what Juliet was telling her turned out to be true it would be a vast improvement over her current situation. She looked at her friends. 

"What should I do?"

Sherry said, "We'll ride along to make sure you are for real, Ms. Lewiston. Then it will be up to Bonnie."

"Fine," agreed Juliet. "Follow me then. It's 110 Orchard Lane. The big house."

Sherry, Alice, Bonnie and Steven piled into his old car and followed Juliet's Lexus to her palatial home. Juliet gave them a tour which ended up in an expansive living room. 

"Well, you've seen my son. You've seen where you'll be sleeping. You see I'm for real. I have contracts and insurance forms at my lawyer's office. We can sign them tomorrow. Will you take the job?"

It had all happened so fast. Bonnie's last few weeks had been a roller coaster of emotion from having her baby and giving it up for adoption, to meeting Sherry and Steven and the ladies. To this. Why not, she thought. She had nowhere else to go. She nodded. 

Sherry and Alice exchanged glances. They were not sure about this. Plus, they had not been relieved of their milk. Both women were nearing the point of pain. Bonnie, too, was squirming from the ache in her huge breasts. 

She said, "Juliet, I have to relieve the....the..." She cupped her huge chest. 

Juliet directed her up to the nursery to feed the baby. Bonnie disappeared up the stairs. Juliet then turned to her other guests. 

"How rude of me. You two ladies must be feeling rather...full..as well, no? And you, young man, you haven't gotten your feeding. You haven't gotten your rocks off either. Poor baby." Juliet had a way of slipping between the 'good witch' and the 'bad witch' personalities. "Ladies, mi casa es su casa. Feel free to have your little secret meeting here."

"You mean our sucky-fucky?" Sherry sneered at Juliet.

"Darling, you can't take offence at my little jokes," Juliet smiled. "I think it's kind of beautiful, in a way. Go ahead. Please. I'd like to watch, if you don't mind."

Slowly Sherry and Alice looked at each other and gave into the pressure and heavy ache each one felt in their full bosoms. They sat next to each other on the expensive sofa. Sherry unbuttoned her blouse and fumbled with her bra. Steven walked over to the seated women. He could see Sherry's need. In spite of Juliet's less-than-sensitive attitude, he wanted to relieve Sherry and Alice and deep down he was hungry for the milk, for the sensation of feeding and for the excitement and release he knew they would give him. 

Juliet watched as Steven and Sherry and Alice performed the quiet, gentle ritual as they had before. Sherry could not hide her reaction to Steven's first tentative probings and final 'latch on' and vigorous suckling. She shivered and moaned. As did Alice in sympathy, as she rubbed Steven's legs. Steven suckled ravenously, forgetting for the moment about Juliet. Sherry's milk was sweet and plentiful. He swallowed and gulped. Sherry squirmed as her pussy became wet. She knew how this would end. As Steven began to empty her other breast, Sherry's pleasure became acute. She struggled to muffle her cries of pleasure. She rubbed her thighs together, rocking Steven like a big baby. She began to quake. Her orgasm seemed to last until her milk ran out minutes later. 

Juliet was transfixed by the sight. She slowly sat across from Sherry. She was focused on Sherry's face. Beautiful, Juliet thought, rapturous. She envied the feeling of nourishing another life. And the feel of a mouth sucking milk from one's own nipples. How must that feel? She watched Sherry cum so hard and long that Juliet felt her own clit twinge and her juices begin to soak her own pussy. She adjusted her stylish pants and stole a rub of her crotch, when no one was looking. She saw Sherry pull herself together and Alice open her shirt as Steven shifted on the sofa. Alice leaned down to kiss him sensuously full on the mouth with lots of swirling tongue. Juliet could see it was more openly sexual for the older Alice. Juliet sighed as Alice plopped a huge saggy tit in Steven's mouth and he suckled it. Alice reached out with one hand to help Sherry unzip his jeans and reached down with the other to rub her own pussy. Juliet moved closer, sitting on the arm of the sofa next to Alice. She touched the older woman's hair, stroked it. Then Juliet rubbed her shoulders. Alice luxuriated in the feeling of a hard cock in one hand, a warm, hungry, sexy, sucking mouth on each fat tit in turn and her own fingers rubbing her pussy juices on her clit. Sherry leaned in to suckle Alice's other tit, cheek to cheek with Steven. Alice had so much sweet, warm mother's milk. Then Sherry felt herself being pulled away from Alice's long nipple. Juliet wanted some too. Sherry stepped back and watched the slightly butch Juliet suckle like a titty baby at Alice's big milk bag. Juliet fingered herself openly, Sherry noticed. She also saw that Steven's cock was twitching. And as the twin mouths pulling and sucking hard on her nipples pushed Alice over the edge, Sherry rubbed his pre-come all over his cock with a finger then began pumping it vigorously. 

Alice could hardly sit still as her cunt exploded in a series of climaxes. Her cries, plus the slow, expert stroking of his cock by the woman whose tits he had just drained brought Steven to a powerful climax. His cum shot up onto Sherry's chest and covered her hands. He came and came. Sherry licked the thick salty cum from her fingers. Alice seized Sherry's hand and licked it clean. Steven sat up and Alice devoured the cum on Sherry's chest. 

Juliet released Alice's nipple, having sucked as much milk as she could from it. She knew the wetness of her pussy would be visible through her linen pants. And rubbing it didn't help. She turned her back on the finale of this scene and slowly walked upstairs to find Bonnie.

Bonnie had found the nursery and met her new charge, little Timmy. A drab nurse with her nose in a book sat unmoving as Bonnie took him from his crib to the pleasant sitting area near the second floor landing. She sat in a bentwood rocker and gently cooed to the baby as she fumbled with her bulky sweater. Finally she was able to remove it and slip one shoulder out from her heavy-duty bra strap. She peeled down the cup and offered her large nipple to his small mouth. It was hard to get the big teat to fit. He kept spitting it out. But Bonnie's milk had 'let down' and was flowing, whether Timmy liked it or not. Bonnie found she could hold her nipple between her thumb and forefinger just at Timmy's lips and he would suckle the dripping milk from her pinky. The nurse had looked up from her book long enough to tell Bonnie that Timmy had just had a bottle of pumped milk from Le Leche League. So he wasn't very hungry. But Bonnie loved the feeling of the warm infant in her arms nuzzling her already stimulated breasts. 

She had no idea how much time passed, but out of nowhere, there was Juliet standing over her, looking at her the way only men had. Until now. She knelt down so she could see each drop form on the large teat. She saw how it dripped down onto Bonnie's finger and how Timmy would suckle it. She also saw that Timmy was very nearly asleep. 

"Take him back to the nurse and come back here," Juliet ordered her casually.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Bonnie. Her new role seemed to come naturally to the young woman. Although some of the pressure had been relieved from one breast, the other was becoming engorged and was soaking the pad she had tucked in her massive bra cup. 

When Bonnie returned to the rocker, Juliet was gone. Suddenly, the lights when out. After a second Bonnie could see light coming from an open doorway at the end of the hallway. She walked carefully toward it and entered Juliet's bedroom suite. Juliet was on the far side of a large high four-poster bed. She was undressing. Bonnie stood in the doorway and watched. Off came the linen pants, the silk blouse, her dainty a-cup bra and thong. She put on a pair of black patent leather pumps with 3-inch spiked heels. She towered over Bonnie as she guided the young woman to the bed. 

"Take off your sweater, Bonnie."

Bonnie obeyed.

"And that harness," Juliet's voice betrayed disdain for the bra that her figure didn't require but a buxom babe like Bonnie could not do without.

Bonnie removed her bra. She stood before her new employer, droplets of mother's milk leaking from her huge erect nipples and running down those perfectly rounded orbs. A moment later she was nude. 

Juliet lay back on the bed beside a few propped-up pillows. "Come feed me, little mommy."

Bonnie climbed up onto the silken bedding and sat up against the pillows. Juliet could not take her eyes from the young woman's physical perfection. This was a woman in full bloom. Like a fertility symbol, exaggerated hips and boobs. Built for fucking and feeding. Breeding stock. Bonnie's skin was flawless, like a ripe peach. In fact that was the thought Juliet associated with this nymph. Ripe. Her body was not lean, it was ripe. Her pussy, through wisps of her tawny pubic hair, looked like a fruit ripe for enjoying. And those fucking huge mams. Juliet's mouth watered. Those were twin ripe melons. Overripe. Bursting. Juliet lowered her lips to the untapped boob's erect nipple. She took the bud of almost purple flesh into her mouth and sucked hard and long. Bonnie squealed and wriggled. Then Juliet bit down hard on the teat. Bonnie recoiled and then reached down and tweaked Juliet's tiny titty. Juliet smiled and then placidly suckled the big tit until it was nearly dry. The two women moaned and seemed to become of one mind as one fed the other. Each of them felt electric tingling deep inside. Juliet slowly half-turned and slid two fingers into Bonnie's pussy. As she released the tapped-out nipple from her oral suction, she rubbed the fingers up into Bonnie's spongy g-spot. Bonnie suddenly started breathing very hard and a whispered "oh God, oh God" became a high-pitched shriek. Her flat stomach tensed. Her pussy began to convulse.

Juliet knew when a woman was cumming and Bonnie was cumming. Juliet moved down to lick Bonnie's clit as she fingered her to a climax. She was not expecting the eruption that occurred. A gush of clear, watery fluid splattered Juliet in the face, going up her nose and into her eyes and mouth. She pulled back instinctively, then realized that Bonnie must be a 'gusher', a woman who ejaculates when she comes. Some of the dykes she knew talked about it, but she had never seen it. She moved in close to lick the up the wetness, when Bonnie screamed again and shot out another faceful. Juliet plastered her mouth over Bonnie's pussy and tongued her clit and labia forcefully. Bonnie squealed again and forced out another big gush of her she-cum, then she sighed and shuddered. It was a couple of minutes before she came down again. 

When Bonnie did regain control, she saw Juliet suckling the tit that Timmy had fed from. She felt good. Her tits didn't ache. She had a home and a job. And her boss, well her boss's face was covered in her cunt juice and her mouth was full of her mother's milk. Bonnie thought that it would not be long until she was the boss. 



Mother's Milk Ch. 03



I found it hard to sleep that night knowing that the next morning I would be with my son and keeping this news from him. I really wanted to tell him the good news that I was pregnant with his child but at the same time I thought once he knew there would be no reason for him to keep up our sexual relationship.

I had already deceived him once by not telling him that I never actually used the turkey baster method to try and get pregnant and in fact I had just eaten all his cum he had left in my coffee cups.

I was going to lie to him again and I felt bad about it, but it seemed at the time the less painful of my two choices. I just wasn't ready to give him up as my lover.

I was still in bed when Tom arrived the next morning. I had over slept due to having a bad night tossing and turning.

"Morning mum," Tom called out as he walked in my house, using his own key and locking it again behind him.

The sound of his voice woke me from my restless slumber and I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Oh you're not even up yet mum?" he said, mildly surprised as he walked into my bedroom.

"Oh is it that time already son?" I asked as I glanced over at the clock.

"Yes, come on sleepyhead. Rise and shine mum, you have a date with your son. Remember?" Tom said cheekily as he pulled back the bed covers, exposing my naked body.

I smiled at him and got out of bed, groggily walking towards my bathroom. I was still a bit dazed and didn't even bother to shut the door as I sat on the toilet to pee. I glanced up at the door while I was urinating and noticed that my son was standing in the doorway watching me. He was always watching me these days and he didn't even seem to have any intention of giving me any privacy. 

I always stand up to wipe myself after I pee and I know I could have discreetly reached down between my legs and wiped myself but I thought if he likes to watch me, then let him watch. So I stood up and wiped my drips of pee from my pussy, discarded the toilet paper into the bowl and flushed. 

Then I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, the things that I normally do before my son arrives for his daily fuck. I couldn't help but think this all could be coming to an end soon, and the thought both saddened and scared me.

I was hoping none of my thoughts were obvious to Tom as I walked over to him and kissed my son passionately. I loved to kiss him, the way he would hold me in his strong arms, firm yet lovingly and kiss me as if I was his first and only love, just made my heart melt. I knew that Jen was his first and that he still loved her as well as me, but the way he kissed me made me feel like his one and only lover.

"Good Morning son," I said when we pulled back from our embrace. I smiled at him lovingly, hoping my smile would cover my deceit.

I then began to undress him like I had every other day since we had been having sex. Tom really seemed to enjoy me taking his clothes off for him rather than do it himself, so it had become part of our regular sexual routine. The way he got excited by me 'mothering' him got me to wondering if he might enjoy a little bit of parental discipline and knowing that our time was limited now that I was pregnant made me think that perhaps I should try a few more things with my son before all of this wonderful sex came to an end.

"You're a naughty boy peeking at your mummy while I was in the bathroom, aren't you son?" I asked in a wickedly seductive tone as I discarded the last of his clothing onto the floor.

"Yes mummy," replied Tom, blushing a little.

"Naughty boys need the occasional spanking to keep them in line," I responded as I reached around behind him and gave his bare butt a playful smack.

"Oh yes mummy. You are right as always mummy," answered Tom and then he surprised me by bending over and resting his hands on my bed with his bare ass sticking up in the air. He even wriggled it a little, almost begging for it to be smacked.

This was even better than the response I was expecting from him. I grinned in delight as I rubbed my hands on his cute bare ass. He has such a nice ass, it looked very spank-able indeed. My dominant streak suddenly getting the urge to smack his cheeks hard until they glowed a bright pink. But my sense came back just in time to remind me that I wanted to turn him on, not freak him out.

So I smacked his right butt cheek with my right hand. Firmly but not really hard. It made a great 'smack!' sound and made Tom jump a little. But it also made him gasp and it was most definitely a gasp of pleasure and not shock. So I slapped his left cheek too, resulting in another small gasp following by a slight moan. My boy seemed to be enjoying this.

"Naughty boy!" I scolded as I smacked his right and left cheeks again a little harder this time. It made my hand sting a little so I know it must have done the same to my son's ass cheeks.

I could feel the beginning of a warm glow on his cheeks and I had to fight my urge to dominate him more as this was really exciting me. My pussy was already very wet and wanting my son's hard cock immersed in me. It seemed by the pleasurable moans coming from my son's mouth that perhaps he would also enjoy some Dom/sub play but now was not the time but it was food for thought. Ideas to be filed away for later, for now a few firm smacks would suffice.

I stopped smacking him and turned him around to check to see if the spanking had aroused him. 

Not only was my son hard as a rock but his beautiful cock was seeping so much precum that I really didn't need to ask if he liked that or not. Tom also looked a little flushed; he was definitely very excited from being spanked by his mother. I have him a wicked grin.

"Oh poor baby. Mummy didn't mean to smack you so hard. Turn around again son, let mummy kiss it better for you," I said lustfully.

Tom turned back to his position of leaning on the bed. I bent down and kissed both cheeks where it looked all pink from my hand slapping him. Then I licked where it looked tender and continued to lick and kiss his cheeks, my lips and tongue going from one cheek to the other. Then I grabbed hold of those pink cheeks and pried them open with both my hands, exposing my son's puckered hole and I licked from the top of his crack down over his hole to his ball sack and back up again.

This resulted in a low groan of pleasure, which inspired me to continue. I licked up and down his crack from the top of his crack to the back of his balls a few times, causing my son to begin to pant. I then licked all around his hole giving my boy his first rim job. Tom loved it, he was moaning in pleasure and panting with desire and then he began to push back against me slightly. I took that as a 'yes please' and pushed the tip of my tongue right inside his tight little hole and darted it in and out. 

I enjoyed tongue-fucking my son, mostly as I could tell by his reactions and sounds of pleasure he was making that he loved this so much.

"Oh God! Oh fuck that's so good mum. Oh yesss!" he moaned, "Oh fuck! Mum, you had better stop or you are gonna make me cum."

Not wanting to waste my sons cum by letting him cum onto my bed, I stopped tongue-fucking his hole and quickly moved from behind him to kneel in front of him. I grabbed his hard twitching cock and engulfed it into my warm mouth and sucked up all his delicious precum. There was so much of it, no mistaking that Tom loved the anal stimulation I had just given him. I knew he would want to cum inside me as he didn't know I was already pregnant but I also knew he was so close to cumming it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

I sucked on his cock deep and hard, making cooing sounds of delight as I enjoyed his flavor.

"Mum! Oh fuck! You have to stop mum, I can't hold back much longer," Tom exclaimed.

I looked up at him and I could see the strain on his face, he was using all his will power to prevent from cumming. But I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I loved the taste of his cum and I knew I didn't have to try to get pregnant anymore. I just wanted to fuck my son for the sheer taboo pleasure of it.

My devious mind clicked on my 'wicked' button and I stopped sucking for a moment, looking up at my son, who had sweat on his brow from concentrating so hard not to cum.

"Aww but I don't want to stop son," I said pleadingly, "Mummy is so hungry baby. Please Tommy, feed your mummy your cum." 

I had looked him in the eyes when I begged him for his cum while still holding onto his cock. I knew my pleading would excite him too much, so I quickly went back to my oral assault and it only took a few more deep hard sucks when I was rewarded with a mouthful of my son's warm essence as he spurted a load of cum onto my waiting tongue.

"Ohhhh fuck!" Tom groaned as he climaxed.

"Mmmm so nice," I said in pleasure after swallowing my reward for my oral efforts.

Tom sat down on my bed, and then lay down. He looked like he needed to catch his breath. He was still panting a little when I got on top of him and leant down and kissed him.

"That was so intense mum. Damn that was good. But aren't I supposed to be cumming somewhere else?" Tom said with a touch of cheekiness in his voice. "Or have you got your period again mum?"

"No I haven't yet son. I'm sorry baby; I just needed to taste you again. I couldn't help myself," I replied a little guiltily.

Tom smiled at me. I knew he wouldn't really be mad at me. It's kind of hard to be upset with someone who has just made you cum so good.

"That's ok mum. I don't have to be at work until ten this morning mum. I have a meeting at ten o'clock, maybe we could go again," Tom suggested with a grin on his face, "I like it better when you get to cum too mum."

I was way past worrying about being late for work and I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to keep my secret from my son. Also I still had something I had wanted to do with him, so perhaps today was the day.

"I would love to make love to you again son. Do you want me to suck on you now to get you hard again Tom?" I asked. Then before he could answer, I lent down and whispered in his ear, "Or would you like to lick your mummy today?" I said quietly and seductively in his right ear.

Tom gasped and then grinned at me.

"Oh God yes mum. I've wanted to taste you for so long now. I just didn't know if I should," Tom replied keenly, "You already give me so much mum. I didn't like to ask for more."

I smiled at my son and then leant down and kissed him passionately. He didn't mind anymore if my tongue tasted of his own cum and he didn't seem to care that the tongue he had in his mouth had recently been tongue-fucking his ass. Maybe the idea of it even turned him on because he kissed me like he was wild with passion. Or perhaps he was just excited at the thought of getting to go down on his mother, to lick the pussy that gave birth to him many years ago.

I pulled back from the wild excited kisses reluctantly and then lay beside Tom on my bed with my legs apart. Tom eagerly moved from his position and got between my legs, prying my legs open even wider as he stared at my moist pussy. He had seen it many times of course since we started our incestuous affair but he had never actually examined it closely. But now that he had my permission, my son was giving my pussy a very close inspection.

Tom used his fingers first pulling back my folds to expose my pink flesh, then rubbing my clit lightly with the tip of his index finger. He seemed fascinated by the intricacies of my vagina. I had never felt so much like my body was under scrutiny before. I watched him intently as he took his time to discover his birth place.

"I really came out of here mummy?" he asked rhetorically, putting on an innocent tone knowing it would excite me.

It worked and I moaned and clenched my pussy which Tom saw as his attention was fixated on it. 

My son then pushed a finger up inside me, causing me to moan more. I was already very wet with my own pussy juice and so one finger slid in easily. Tom made it two fingers and then three, moving them in and out of me very slowly, coating his fingers in my natural lubricant.

"Mmm so nice and wet inside you mum. I can easily get three fingers in you, but I still don't know how a baby is could fit through here," Tom said as he finger-fucked me slowly.

"Oh it will stretch son, it did for you," I replied in between my moans of pleasure.

"Mmm yes, I guess it does mum. Oh I want to stretch you now mummy," he said with lust as he put yet another finger inside me.

I gasped and began to pant as he stretched me with his intrusive fingers. In and out, over and over he moved his fingers, getting a little faster.

I could feel myself close to cumming, my pussy was soaking wet, and the sloshing sound his fingers made as they fucked me added to my excitement. I was moaning and panting and about to climax.

"Oh fuck mum! This looks so hot to see your pussy stretch to take all my fingers. I think you could take my whole hand now, you are so fucking wet mum!" Tom exclaimed. 

His words triggered my orgasm and I gushed my cum all over his hand. The pleasure wave I got from whenever I had sex with my sex was always intense. I moaned and groaned, then held my breath for a moment when it hit me. I loved this sensation, so much more powerful than from masturbation.

"Oh fuck! Oh yess! Oh Tom!" I moaned.

My sons hand was now drenched in my cum and I half expected him to lick his hand or lick my cum from my pussy but it seemed he hadn't had enough of his hand up my cunt yet.

"Oh God mum, you're so fucking wet!" Tom called out and then he closed his hand into a fist and I felt him try to grind it into me.

It hurt and I instinctively tried to resist this big invasion but it also excited me so much, I willed myself to open up and let him stretch me as much as he wanted.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he pulled out his fist and then shoved it back into me several times.

"Take that my slutty mother!" he exclaimed, "Cum on my fucking fist!"

I screamed and my whole body shook as I gushed my cum all over his hand. My pussy contracted and pushed his fist from me. I felt like I was on fire, although the amount of fluid expelled from my body seemed like it was enough to put out a fire. I came so hard that I felt light-headed; my pussy muscles kept contracting as they squirted my juice onto my sons face as he watched attentively.

Then I trembled as the orgasm wave subsided and small sob escaped my lips as my eyes filled with emotional tears.

Tom looked up from between my legs, looking concerned. Then he moved up over me, supporting himself above me on his hands, looking into my watery eyes.

"Are you ok mum? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry mum," he apologized.

"No son you didn't hurt me. I'm fine baby. It was just so good that it overwhelmed me," I said looking up at him through blurry eyes, "I love you Tom."

Tom responded by leaning down and kissing me with love and passion. I put my arms around his neck and kissed back returning the love and passion, still feeling the afterglow of my orgasm.

"I love you too mum," Tom said when he pulled back from our kiss, "I'm sorry if I got a bit carried away, being too rough and my bad language and all. Its just you excite me so much mum, I just can't seem to help myself. You drive me crazy."

"That's ok babe. I loved it and you drive me crazy too son. I've never cum so much as I do with you," I replied.

"Yes its amazing mum. Just look at my hand," he said, holding up his hand to show me. It was covered in my cum, all wet and glistening. "And as for down here," Tom continued as he moved back down between my legs, "It's totally soaking wet! Your bed is drenched mum."

I giggled at what he said. "Oh well I'm not worried son. It will clean up fine."

"I think I might just give you a hand with cleaning up mum," Tom said cheekily, and then he licked my juicy pussy, causing me to moan.

"Mmm tasty," he said and then he began to lick my pussy all over, slurping up as much of my juices as he could get.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned pleasurably, my pussy a little sore and sensitive from the fisting, but his tongue felt fantastic as it brushed over my clit and darted into my wet slit.

Then Tom reached his hand up towards me. It was still wet and sticky with my cum, I took his hand and sucked on his fingers. I licked and slurped up the remnants of my last climax as Tom was licking and slurping on my pussy preparing me for my next one.

It didn't take long as my pussy was super sensitive and still recovering from my last orgasm. I came hard and squirted more cum into my horny son's mouth. I moaned and panted as I climaxed. I felt Tom's mouth clamp down on my cunt and he held his mouth there as my orgasm wave pulsed through me.

"Oh God yesss!" I moaned.

My son was making slurping noises and sounds of pleasure as he licked and sucked up more of my juices. Then he flicked my clit with his tongue playfully before issuing lots of little kisses all over my pussy, on my clit, my pussy lips, he even pried me open again to land a kiss on the inside of me and then just for good measure while he held me open and exposed, he licked and then kissed my rosebud as well.

"Mmm mum you taste so fucking delicious," Tom said with lust as he rose up again to hover above me, supporting himself on his arms once more.

"Oh thank you son," I said with a smile, "Yeah your fingers didn't taste too bad either."

Tom grinned at me. He looked so sexy looking down at me, his face all wet with my juices. 

"You taste so good mum that you got me all hard again and I'm just going to have to fuck you now mummy," Tom spoke with such confidence fueled by lust. I loved it when he talked to me like that.

"Oh yes please son. I need your cum in me again Tom. Fuck mummy hard and fast or you will be late for your meeting," I pleaded.

He didn't have to be asked twice. Tom just shoved his hard cock into my tender pussy with one big thrust.

I gasped as it hurt my still sensitive cunt, and then he began to move in and out of me. My son didn't do what he usually does, starting out slowly then building up momentum and increasing speed and force. Tom just went wild, pounding hard and fast like a madman. Thrust after thrust, hard and deep as he plunged his cock into me. I almost forgot to breathe. I held my breath in a stunned silence as he attacked my cunt with his hard rod mercilessly. Thankfully it didn't take long for him to cum as I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this assault. My pussy was stinging, burning with each thrust. 

"Ohhhhh fuck yessss!" Tom screamed as he came, filling up my sore and well used cunt with his seed.

He collapsed on top of me; panting and I held him close and felt his body shudder as his orgasm took him.

I kissed his forehead as I held him while he recovered from his climax.

"Oh wow mum!" exclaimed Tom once he got his breath back, "It just keeps getting better mum. You are amazing."

"Thank you son. You are amazing too babe. You're the best lover I ever had Tom," I replied honestly and with love.

We kissed and then Tom got off me and out of my bed to go shower. He told me to stay there for awhile as I had told him before that it's best for me to stay still for awhile after sex to give his sperm a chance to swim to their target. 

As I lay there listening to the shower and Tom singing in the shower, I realized that Tom was so happy. Perhaps even as happy as I was with our relationship. I decided that even though I didn't want to risk losing the best lover I ever had, I also loved Tom so much that I didn't want to keep my news from him anymore. I made up my mind that I would tell him tomorrow that I was pregnant.

We had done all the things I had fantasized about now and although I wanted to keep doing them again and again, it was time I took the risk and told my son the truth. I desperately hoped that Tom would still want to carry on our sexual relationship, but I couldn't be sure he felt the same way as I did about us.




Mother's Milk Ch. 03



After his shower, Tom came and kissed me goodbye and told me he loved me again before he left for work. I got up and showered myself as soon as he was gone. There was no need to lie there with his cum inside me when I was already pregnant. 

I decided to buy another home pregnancy test on the way home from work so that I could take the test again tomorrow while Tom was there with me.

I was starting to feel excited about being pregnant with my son's baby. I didn't want the sex to end but as long as I was making my son happy, I would be happy. That's all that mattered.

I went to bed early that night, tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. I could hardly wait to see Tom again in the morning.

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I woke up the next day feeling good. I had slept well and I felt excited about telling Tom the good news and also relieved that I didn't feel the need to keep deceiving him anymore. Of course I was hopeful he still might want to have sex with me sometimes but even if he didn't I would always have these great memories of the last couple of months of such pleasure.

I got up and brushed my teeth before he arrived so I would taste good to kiss, but I didn't pee like I usually do first thing. I needed to save that for the home pregnancy test I had brought on the way home from work.

Tom arrived and I heard his usual cheerful greeting as he locked my front door behind him.

"Morning mum," he called out.

My son came into my room to find me sitting on the bed naked waiting for him and kissed me hello.

"Good morning to you too son," I replied when we broke from the kiss. Tom was starting to caress my breasts eager to make love to me again, but I pushed his hand away. "Wait a minute Tom. I've got something to tell you. Sit down beside me son."

"Is everything ok mum?" he asked as he sat next to me on my bed, looking a little concerned.

"Yes son. Everything is fine. It's just that I'm.....well I'm late Tom," I said with a grin, looking into his face to watch his reaction.

He looked puzzled for a moment, and then got an excited grin on his face as it registered what I had said.

"Late? Late as in how late mum?" Tom said excitedly, "Do you think you might be? Really mum?"

He jumped off the bed and looked like he was about to burst with enthusiasm.

"Just over a week late son. But I thought maybe we should check and see. I got one of those home tests from the pharmacy," I said, reaching around behind me to pick it up off my bed to show him.

Tom had seen many of these home tests when Jen had been trying to get pregnant, so he knew how it all worked, and by his reaction it was obvious he was keen to try it out.

"Oh wow mum. This is so exciting," said Tom, "Come on then mum, lets do it now!" and he pulled me up from my bed, almost dragging me into the bathroom.

"Have you got a plastic container or something to pee into mum?" Tom asked in a matter-of-fact way as he looked around my bathroom for something to use. 

It seemed he was very used to these types of tests and wasn't looking like he had any intention of letting me do the deed alone.

"Yes son. I have a plastic cup in the second draw," I said pointing at the cupboard.

Tom opened the draw and got it out and passed the cup to me. I half expected him to leave the room but he just stood there staring at me in anticipation.

I was bursting to pee by this stage as I'd been holding on for awhile, so I sat on the toilet and held the cup between my legs to catch some of my urine.

Tom eyes never left me. I easily filled up the cup and then some. I went to place the cup on the floor so that I could wipe myself after I finished, but Tom reached out and took the cup from me, placing it on the wash basin. I was mildly surprised that he didn't seem embarrassed about any of this. As I wiped myself and flushed, I noticed that he already had opened the home pregnancy test and was about to carry out the test himself. Tom was extremely keen.

I washed my hands as I watched my son use the dropper that came with the test. He placed a few drops of my urine into the space provided and then looked at his watch. 

He looked so enthusiastic and hopeful. I already knew the result but I was getting excited too. Excited at the prospect of making my son so happy. 

"Three minutes mum," said Tom, the anticipation was almost too much for him and he began to pace up and down the bathroom, which wasn't that easy as it's a small room.

I smiled as I watched him. Then I emptied the remainder of the cup out and washed it.

Tom looked nervous and excited. I could imagine some of the things that were going through his mind.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me and kissed him. It seemed a good way to make the time pass faster. He kissed me back but not with his usual passion, he was too distracted looking at his watch.

"It's time mum," he announced, "See what it says mum." 

I glanced over to the hand basin where the tester sat there with the result waiting to be viewed. I already knew what it would say, so I wanted Tom to see it first. I didn't have to feign excitement for just seeing how enthusiastic my son was enough to get me all keyed up too.

"No, you look at it son," I said as I moved back away from it, indicating that he should pick it up.

Tom went to pick it up and then paused looking at me with a serious, caring look.

"If its negative mum, please don't be upset. We will just keep trying ok?" he said with concern.

I smiled at him. I wanted to tell him that all I would be upset about is if he didn't want to fuck me anymore, but I said nothing, just smiled at my son.

Tom picked up the tester and stared at it for just a couple of seconds. He knew exactly what to look for and knew immediately that the result was positive.

My son looked from the tester to me with a huge grin on his face. His whole face lit up. Tom was ecstatic, he seemed like he might burst any moment.

"It's positive!" Tom exclaimed in total joy, "Mum its positive! You're pregnant mum! We are going to have a baby!" He grabbed me and hugged me tight, lifting me slightly off the floor. "Woo hoo!" he yelled.

My emotions got the better of me and felt my eyes well up with tears. I didn't want to cry in front of my son. I tried to keep it together but my voice croaked when I spoke.

"Oh Tom. That's wonderful son," I said with a slight sniff, trying not to sob as I hugged him close.

"Are you ok mum?" Tom asked, pulling back from me and looking at me. My tears were rolling down my cheeks. I was annoyed at myself for not being able to stop them.

"Yes son. These are tears of happiness," I said to reassure him. It was partly true, I was really happy that I could give my son a baby, but also my tears were those of an impending loss.

"I love you so much mum," Tom said and then he kissed my cheeks were my tears left streaks.

I smiled at my wonderful son, so loving and caring. I just had to kiss him.

We kissed tenderly and then I wiped my tears away with my hands. Time to put my own needs behind me and remember that my son's happiness is my priority.

"I love you too son," I said, "And don't worry about these tears, pregnant women always get emotional," I said with a chuckle.

"Oh I think I need a coffee mum now. How about you?" Tom asked as we left the bathroom.

"Yes good idea son," I responded, as I put on my robe. May as well cover up now I thought to myself, not going to get any sex today, perhaps never again.

Tom made us both coffee and then he sat down at the kitchen table with me so we could talk over our coffees.

"Oh this is so great mum. I can't wait for us to tell Jen," said Tom excitedly, "Shall we tell her now or after work? What do you think mum?"

"I think you should tell her yourself son. It's important that we all remember that this baby is going to be hers and yours and even though we made it with our love and deep down I will always think of it as our baby, I have to keep those thoughts to myself," I said selflessly, "We both do."

"Yes. Of course you are right mum," Tom said smiling at me, "You're always right. Thank you for everything mum. You're the best. I love you so much."

Then he jumped up from the table, almost knocking over his half full coffee cup.

"Oh I have to go tell her right now mum. It's just so exciting!" Tom exclaimed, walking towards the door.

He stopped with his hand on the door handle and turned to look at me, he looked so elated.

"Woo hoo! I'm going to be a daddy!" he yelled. Then he was gone.

I sat there at the kitchen table with my coffee hardly touched and cried.

It was the first time my son had left since this all began without kissing me goodbye and telling me he would see me tomorrow. I wondered if he was going to come see me the next day or not. I felt a great sense of loss and then self pity. All my emotions seemed to be mixed up and confused. I felt angry too but not at Tom, how could I be when he was so full of joy? I was angry at myself for not being prepared for this. I needed a good cry to get it out of my system, so that's what I did. 

Then I went and had my shower and got ready for work. While in the shower the water seemed to wash away my sadness as I pulled myself together and made a plan not to show Tom how much I love him and want to be with him. I loved him more as a lover than a son now, but that would just not do. 

All I ever wanted was for him to be happy and I wasn't about to be the one that ruined that for him. So with my tears washed away, I made up my mind that I would be strong and unselfish. 

I went to work and got there on time for a change. I got into my work, determined to catch up on some of the things that had fallen behind, I needed to get my mind on other things.

The morning went by fast; it was almost lunch time when the receptionist called me to tell me there was someone waiting at the front desk for me.

I went downstairs, curious as to whom it might be as I never get visitors at work, and there was Jen waiting very impatiently for me. She seemed to be jigging up and down as if she needed to pee, I'd never seen her so excited, and she was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"Mum!" she cried when she saw me and rushed over to me and threw her arms around me to give me a big hug.

"Oh my," I said, a little over whelmed by her out-burst of emotion.

"Oh mum, it's so wonderful. I'm so happy," Jen said as she pulled back from the embrace. I saw she had tears of joy in her eyes.

"Can you come out now for a coffee with me so we can talk Marie?" Jen asked.

"Yes of course Jen. It's almost time for my break. Let me just put these lovely flowers in water and grab my handbag," I answered, taking them from here and making my way back upstairs to my office.

We were soon sitting down at a nearby café, ordering lunch and coffee. I thanked her for the flowers.

Jen was seemed back to her old self, I hadn't seen her this bubbly and full of life since they first got married. She was full of questions and wanting to talk about the baby. I soon put my own thoughts and desires to the back of my mind and actually enjoyed talking to my daughter about pregnancy and babies. Jen was really opening up to me, we were bonding. She was talking to me like a girlfriend and not the mother of her husband.

She even confessed that after Tom had come back home from seeing me to tell her the good news, that they had made love before he went to work. I was pleased she felt comfortable enough with me to discuss something so personal, but also felt a pang of jealousy when I thought of how that could have and would have been me if I had chosen not to tell Tom yet. A thought of maybe I could have waited one more day and had him once more, entered my mind. But I pushed such thoughts away quickly, knowing I had done the right thing as I looked into the eyes of Jen, she was ecstatic. 

My lunch hour ended up being two hours before I finally got back to work. I thanked her once more for the beautiful flowers when she dropped me off and she hugged me again and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for everything mum. I can't wait to pick out all the things for the baby's room," Jen said excitedly, "Oh and please come for dinner on Saturday night Marie. We want to celebrate."

"Of course Jen. I'd love to come," I replied, "See you then." 

I waved her off and went back to my job. It was hard to concentrate but I got through the rest of the day without anyone noticing that I wasn't really doing much work.

Saturday was two days away; I already knew the time was going to drag.

I somehow managed to get through those two days without the pleasure of my son's company. My morning routine seemed so mundane without seeing Tom when I first woke up.

I was looking forward to seeing him so much that I got quite dressed up and I made his favorite dessert to take with me to their place for dinner. It felt like I was going on a date, even though I knew I wasn't, I just wanted to look nice for my son. I missed him so much.

When I arrived, I was greeted with happy hugs and kisses from both Tom and Jen and we had a lovely dinner together. Of course we spoke of nothing else but the baby and the things that needed to be arranged in relation to him or her. Both of them wanted to find out what the sex of the baby was as soon as I was far enough along for it to show up on a scan.

Everything seemed great, although I noticed that Tom made a point of not being alone with me. Whenever Jen got up to tend to something in the kitchen, Tom followed her. It got to be so obvious that even Jen noticed.

"Its ok Tom," said Jen, "I'm fine honey. You stay and keep Marie company while I get the coffee."

Tom reluctantly sat back down on the couch; he appeared to be nervous to be alone with me. I was finding it very unsettling. I was hoping he wasn't regretting all the things we had done.

"Are you ok son?" I had to ask eventually.

"Yes. I'm fine mum," he replied, but it wasn't convincing and he didn't look at me when he spoke.

I reached out and took his hand, tugging on it a little so as to get his attention and get him to look at me in the eye.

"Are you sure Tom? What's wrong son?" I pressed for the truth.

Tom looked right at me; his eyes looked a little watery as if he was struggling to keep from tears.

"Its just that I um....I....," he answered with obvious difficulty, "I miss you mum."

The love I felt from those few words and the look in my sons eyes almost made me cry with joy. I wanted to take his face in my hands and kiss him and tell him I love him and miss him too. But sense made me hold back and I just hugged him close, hoping he could feel my love and want without me having to use words.

Jen walked back in the room with the coffees, it would have looked like just a normal hug that any parent would give their son at a time of celebration like this. 

She placed the drinks on the coffee table and smiled at us, oblivious to what it was really about.

I excused myself after we finished drinking our coffees, saying I was feeling a little tired, and then went home for an early night. I got another hug and a kiss good night from each of them as I left.

As I lay in bed thinking about the last few day's events, I did still feel sad that I wouldn't be making love to my son every day anymore, but my sorrow was lessened by the knowledge that Tom was also missing me.

Sunday came and I spent most of it cleaning my house followed by a quiet night home alone on the couch watching TV. I went to bed early again so that I could get a good nights sleep ready for work on Monday.

I woke up a bit earlier on Monday morning; I had slept well and felt good when I awoke. I got up to shower as usual. I was in a good mood; I had come to terms with how things were now. I told myself to look upon the brief affair with my son as a wonderful experience to be forever treasured and remembered fondly but to not let it interfere with his life and his marriage. I had almost convinced myself that I believed it too.

I got out of the shower, dried myself and walked naked into my bedroom to assess my closet and decide what to wear to work today.

Tom was standing by my bed waiting for me. He startled me as I had not heard him come in due to the noise of the shower.

"Oh Tom!" I gasped and stopped in my steps, taken aback by his unexpected visit.

"Hi mum," he said quietly.

"What are you doing here son?" I asked while searching through my dresser looking for underwear. I did not feel embarrassed or shy in front of my son; he had seen me naked many times.

"I need to talk to you mum," Tom said seriously, "Can you sit down for a minute please?"

"Sure Tom. Is anything wrong son?" I asked concerned as I sat on my bed with my bra and panties in my hand.

"Yes and no," he replied as he sat beside me.

"Mum. I um....I need...," he tried to say.

"What do you need son?" I asked, trying to pry from him what was wrong.

"I need my mummy," he said lustfully.

Before I could respond he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and then one hand moved to my naked breast and he caressed it. We both moaned in unison, and then he pushed me back onto my bed and was suddenly on top of me. Kissing, groping me with a raw hunger. It happened so fast I could hardly think. But my body didn't need any instructions from my brain, it just reacted instinctively and I kissed him back with equal passion.

Tom's hand then moved down my body to my pussy and his mouth moved down to my nipple. I started to pant as my son pushed his fingers inside me and he began to suck on my nipple.

I felt myself get wet so quickly in reaction to his finger-fucking and I felt his hard cock pressing against my naked body through his pants.

Tom was still fully dressed. Perhaps he had just intended to talk to me and lost control. 

He just kept moving his fingers in and out of me, harder and faster. Two fingers, then three, on and on he prodded me; he was going to make me cum soon.

Tom lifted up his head from sucking my nipple and looked at me, seeing my face with that glazed look of impending ecstasy, he knew my body well by now, he could tell I was close.

"I'm so hungry mummy. Won't you give me some breakfast mummy? Feed me mummy!" he demanded as he shoved all four of his fingers up me with several hard thrusts.

I screamed as I exploded, expelling my cum all over his hand in a gush of fluid.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out.

I was still trembling from the intense orgasm when my son moved down my body once more and I felt his warm mouth and wanting tongue invade my juicy pussy. He licked and sucked up as much of my juices as he could, making slurping noises and contented sounds of pleasure as he enjoy the breakfast his mother provided.

It was too much for me, I still hadn't come down from the first orgasm when another wave hit me. I reached down and grabbed hold of his hair pressing his face down onto my cunt more as I pushed my hips up desperately trying to get his tongue in deeper.

"Oh! Oh! Oh fuck yessss!" I screamed out as the powerful climax rocked me.

I lay back trembling and panting on my bed, trying to catch my breath as my son feasted on me. Seems he really was hungry this morning and needed seconds for breakfast.

Eventually contented to leave his nourishment for the time being, he moved back up to me and kissed me, gently and lovingly. His face coated in my wetness, his mouth tasting of me. I sucked hungrily on his tongue enjoying my own flavor.

Then he rested on his elbow on his side next to me, looking at me, lust and love in his eyes.

"Mum, I love you so much. I just can't go back to how it was before. I've been going crazy without you. I just miss you too much," Tom said passionately.




Mother's Milk Ch. 03



"I know son. I love you and miss you too. I just thought that now that I'm pregnant that you wouldn't want to have sex with me anymore," I replied.

"Of course I still want you mum. You know it hasn't just been about a baby for a long time, it's a lot more than that," Tom responded.

"Yes I do know son. Well at least I hoped," I said with a smile, "But what about Jen?"

"I love Jen too mum, of course I do. I love you both. Can't I be with both the women I love? Jen has me to herself from 6pm to 6am every day and more on the weekends. Why can't I just have you for half an hour every day mum?" Tom asked, almost pleading.

How could I resist? My son was looking at me with love and desire. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I could not deny that the idea hadn't entered my head a hundred times a day either but I was too afraid of rejection to suggest it.

"Yes son. You can," I said with a smile, looking at my son lovingly, "You can come here everyday on your way to work but I think you shouldn't come here on the weekends. Spend your time with Jen and concentrate on preparing for the baby. And make sure you don't forget about Jen's needs too."

"Are you kidding mum?" Tom said with a chuckle, "Since we have been lovers mum, I've been so horny, and Jen doesn't miss out believe me!"

I laughed with him. Suddenly I didn't feel so jealous thinking of my son having sex with Jen, actually it kind of turned me to know that since Tom had been my lover, his sex life at home had increased as well.

Nice to know that I had that affect on him.

I leaned forward and kissed my son. We had an arrangement. I could hardly stop smiling at the thought of sex with my son five days a week. Sex for lusts sake, sex with my lover and for no other reason but for mutual pleasure. I reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants, he was still hard and I felt him twitch.

"About time you got naked then isn't it Tom? Or you will be late for work son," I said.

Tom grinned at me, obviously happy with our arrangement too. He got up off the bed and was about to take off his clothes when he looked at his watch. The morning was flying by, not really enough time for sex.

"I don't think I have the time now mum. I really want to stay and make love to you now but look at the time," he said indicating to the clock.

"Then don't make love to me Tom. Just fuck me. You already made me cum twice; it's your turn babe. Put your lovely hard cock in mummy and fuck me hard and fast til you cum son. Don't hold back and wait for me this time," I said with lust.

"Ohhh," he moaned at my dirty talk, "Really mum? You want it in you now?" he asked as he undone his pants and stood out of them, pulling down his boxers at the same time. His erection stuck out as if looking at me, precum oozing from the tip.

"Oh yes son. I want it. I need your cock in me now," I moaned and then I opened my legs wide as an invitation.

Tom took off his shirt and quickly got on top of me. He entered me with one hard thrust and didn't even kiss me as he usually would when we had sex. He just thrust hard into me over and over, slamming his cock home as he looked into my eyes.

I loved how Tom would talk dirty or talk openly about what his secret sexual desires were in the moments just before he came. I found out a lot about his fantasies in those moments and today was very revealing.

"Mum you taste so good. I can't wait to taste your milk too, I bet it's going to be delicious," he said with lust.

I found that thought so exciting that my pussy clenched and I almost came.

We were both moaning and panting and then I felt him tense up. He grunted and moaned as he came, filling his mothers cunt up with more of his warm sticking cum that I desired so much.

He pulled out of me quickly and stood up, smiling down at me as I lay there panting close to orgasm but denied it this time.

"Sorry that I have to go now mum. I will make it up to you tomorrow I promise," He said, "I don't even have time for a shower, just a quick wash."

Off he rushed to my bathroom and cleaned up quickly. Then he came back and dressed hurriedly while looking at me still lying in the same position as he left me.

"You don't have to lie there and wait mum. You're already pregnant," he said with a chuckle.

I laughed with him. Then he came over and gave me a quick goodbye kiss with a promise to return for more the next day.

I heard him lock the front door as he left. I still lay there on the bed. I was going to need another shower, but first things first. I reached down and scooped out my son's fresh cum from my pussy and ate it. So delicious, even better when it was mixed with my own juices. My fingers searched for more and I hungrily sucked all I could get off my fingers. My morning fix of protein I thought to myself with a grin. 

Then I got up and showered again, using the detachable showerhead to get myself off. I needed to cum one more time before work. All I had to do was aim it so that the pressurized water hit my clit and think of all the sex I would be getting from my son in the months maybe even years to come and I climaxed with ease.

Late again for work. Oh well, they didn't mind as along as I made up the time. I would just finish twenty minutes later than usual. This morning was definitely worth getting stuck in the peak hour traffic for.



Mother's Milk Ch. 04



Warning: this story contains elements of BDSM.

*

The arrangement I had made with my son was working out great. Tom came to see me every morning before work. Sometimes he only had time for a quickie and then there were the days where he had a ten o'clock meeting. I loved those mornings. He would arrive at about 8 am and we would have almost two wonderful hours together. Whenever possible Tom would plan his ten o'clock meetings for a Monday morning as I had told him not to come and visit me on the weekends. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him everyday but I was conscious of making sure that Tom didn't neglect Jen. 

I loved Tom so very much, more as a lover now than a mother. But I was still his mum and the mother in me wanted my son to have a good marriage and a happy full life. It would be so easy for me to be selfish and demand Tom come and see me every day. I felt he was so hooked now that I could have probably insisted he visited me twice a day, on the way home from work as well, and he would have willingly agreed.

Actually I was noticing that Tom was showing a tendency to be rather willing and I was very curious to investigate just how willing and agreeable my son could be. He definitely loved it when I spanked him a little bit during our foreplay sometimes and so far I had been holding back, just smacking him playfully.

I had decided over the weekend that the next time Tom had a late Monday meeting that I would find out just how submissive he could be. I was also keen to re-discover my dominant streak that had been rather dormant for many years. In my past I had dated a submissive man for a short while and I still had some clothes and toys from that time when I had been his Mistress. I knew soon enough I'd be getting to big to fit into the leather outfit, so it was kind of now or never to test out my son to see if he would enjoy role playing my sex slave now and then for a bit fun and variety. I was very curious to see what other fetishes my son might have hidden deep down inside that he perhaps he thought he might never get to experience.

I knew Jen wasn't the experimental type from what Tom had told me and I wanted my son to try new things with me. It pleased me so much that I was able to let my son discover the joy of anal sex when his wife had refused him this pleasure and I was sure there would be other things he wanted to try that he wouldn't even ask Jen to do for either fear of rejection or perhaps even embarrassment. 

I needed to let my son know that he could try anything sexual with me. We are consenting adults and I wanted Tom to feel comfortable to do anything or ask me to try anything and know I would never refuse him or be offended by his suggestions.

Today was Monday and Tom had told me last Friday that he was starting at 10 am this morning, so I knew I was going to have almost two hours to discover if my suspicion that my son was quite the submissive was right. I set my alarm and got up earlier than usual. I put on my leather outfit that I had stored away for some years. It was a short black leather mini skirt with fine chain attached to the waist of the skirt joined up to a leather collar with metal spikes. I completed the outfit with black fishnet stockings attached to a black lace garter belt. The skirt was so short that the garter belt showed. I wore no bra so that my breasts were easily seen through the chains and I loved the feeling of the metal on my bare skin, especially when the chains scraped across my nipples. I had forgotten how good it felt. The skirt was a little tighter than I had remembered it being, but I was still able to get into it. I thought about not wearing any panties but then I reconsidered and put on a very sheer sexy black g-string. 

I looked in the mirror and my new persona and smiled at myself. I didn't look like a mummy anymore. 

For the final touches I put on more makeup than I usually wear and put my hair up then put on my black heels that I never wear because they are hard to walk in and totally impractical. I had never gotten around to throwing them out.

There were other things I had kept all these years in storage in and old suitcase at the back of my wardrobe. 

It was almost like re-discovering the past as I opened up the case and the memories of the games I had played in the past all came flooding back as I took stock of the contents. I took out the ropes and attached one end of them to the legs at the bottom of the bed with the other end resting at the foot of my bed waiting to be attached to my sons' ankles. I placed the handcuffs on the pillow waiting for my sons' wrists to be shackled in them. I put a dog collar and leash on the floor in the doorway of my bedroom so that would be the first thing Tom saw when he walked to my room on his arrival. I left the rest of my toys in the suitcase on the chair in my room, with the lid closed so that he wouldn't see what else I had in store for him until I was ready to show him.

I was taking a risk that Tom might see me and freak out but my instincts were telling me that not only was my son going to like seeing his mother dressed like this, but also he would soon be putty in my hands, a willing sex slave for two glorious hours of wicked pleasure.

I took one last long look at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked the part and as I stared at my barely recognizable reflection, I got my head into the right frame of mind too. It wasn't going to be enough just to look like a dominatrix; I had to act out the part too. 

I stood by my bed with my legs apart and my hands on my hips as I waited for Tom. I was standing in line with the doorway so that he would see me almost at the same time as he would notice the leash and collar on the floor. I was thinking dominating thoughts and getting very excited in anticipation of the things I was about to do to and with my son. I felt myself getting a little wet at the prospect of having my son as my slave this morning. I was hoping he wouldn't be late, and he wasn't. I soon heard his key unlocking my front door. 

"Good morning mum," Tom called out as walked in, locking the door behind him again.

I didn't reply at first, wanting him to see me before I answered.

Tom got to my bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at the collar and leash on the floor, a look of puzzlement crossed his face, but only briefly. The look was soon replaced with shock as he looked up and saw me standing there dressed like something he had only seen in a porno. A gasp escaped his lips as he stared in my direction.

"Mum is not here today boy," I said assertively, "You may address me as Mistress."

"I um....I...oh my God!....I...." Tom said stuttering.

"Well don't just stand there stammering boy! If you want to come in, you must take off your clothes and bring that to me," I demanded, pointing at the collar and leash sitting on the floor at my son's feet.

Tom was staring at me, eyes wide with disbelief, seemingly unable to speak or move.

"I don't have all day boy! Do you want to come in or not? Yes or no?" I said, scolding him.

"I um...yes mum," Tom answered cautiously.

"Mistress!" I corrected him, stamping my foot on the floor for impact, causing Tom to jump a little bit at the unexpected sound.

"Oh sorry. Yes Mistress," Tom answered a little nervously as he started to undress.

His eyes never left me as he discarded his clothes onto the hallway floor. I kept my pose of hands on hips and my expression of being in control. I was actually nervous myself too but I wasn't about to let any of that show.

Tom was still standing staring at me, only now he was naked and it was now very obvious that seeing his mother dressed this way aroused him. My son's cock was fully hard and sticking up to salute me.

"Bring that to me boy!" I demanded, pointing at the leash and collar in front of Tom's feet.

Tom moved to bend down to pick them up from the floor in front of him.

"Don't use your hands!" I yelled at him, stamping my foot again.

Tom stopped and looked up at me with a puzzled expression as he was about to pick them up with his right hand.

"Get on your hands and knees boy! Pick up your collar and leash in your mouth and bring it to me like a good doggie," I instructed.

Tom stared at me in shock. He hesitated for a moment. I watched him intently. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to keep up this role play if he didn't respond how I wanted him to. 

Tom looked at me and then to the items on the floor. I didn't know what he was thinking but his cock was still hard as a rock and seemed to be twitching. He then looked up at me once more and blushed just a little as he knelt on the floor.

"Yes Mistress," Tom said and then he leant forward onto his hands so he was now on all fours and he moved his head down and picked up the collar and leash in his mouth. It wasn't easy to pick them both up at the same time with his teeth, but he managed it on his third attempt.

Tom looked up at me with the collar and leash in his mouth and he started to crawl towards me. He looked so sexy and submissive that it got me very excited and it took all of my self control to say in character and not just jump him. My son crawled over to me and then sat at my feet looking up at me with the collar and leash still in his mouth as if waiting for further instructions. 

"Good boy," I said praising Tom and patting him on the head like a pet. Then I took the collar and leash from his mouth.

Tom sat on his knees looking up at me in mild amazement of the way I looked. He was close now and was taking in all the details of my outfit. As he looked up at me I leant down and put the collar on around his neck. I then attached the leash to the collar.

"Your mother asked me to look after her pet today," I said mockingly, "She asked me to take you for a walk, feed you and train you. So I hope you are going to be a good puppy for me."

"Yes Mistress," replied Tom coyly.

"Good boy," I said, patting him on the head again, "Ok it's time for walkies." 

I held the leash and began to walk towards my bedroom door. I walked slowly so that Tom could keep up as he crawled on all fours behind me. I led him into the hallway, walked along to the kitchen, then to the living room and back down the hall to my bedroom. I glanced back at him a couple of times to see how he was going keeping up with me but most of the time I just looked straight ahead and pretended to ignore him.

Once back in my room I stood beside the bed and looked down at Tom, who was panting, partly from excitement and partly from the excursion.

I patted him on the head once more.

"That's a good puppy. Must be time to feed you now. Are you a hungry doggie?" I asked teasingly.

"Yes Mistress, I am," Tom replied, looking up at me with lust.

I lifted up my right leg and rested it on the end of the bed, which pushed my skirt further up, giving Tom easier access to my panty covered pussy. The fabric of my g-string was very sheer, the wetness of my excited pussy making it almost see-thru. A moan escaped Tom's lips when he saw the view in front of him.

I pulled on the leash.

"Come and eat then puppy," I instructed as I pulled him closer.

Tom moved up closer so that he was immediately below me and he instinctively reached up to touch my pussy. He probably intended on moving the g-string to one side to gain better access. But I slapped his hand before he got the chance.

"No hands!" I scolded, "Use your mouth only dog and keep your paws to yourself." 

The slap startled Tom; he quickly retracted his hand and gave me a 'hurt puppy' look.

I didn't wait to hear any protests; I just grabbed his head by his hair and pushed his face into my wetness.

"Eat!" I ordered as I held onto him by his hair.

Tom made a muffled sound. Not sure if it was an objection or a moan of pleasure. But as I felt his mouth latch onto my wet pussy and suck me through the fabric, the moan that came from my lips was definitely one of pleasure.

Tom licked and sucked at my pussy with fervor and somewhat frustration as he wanted to stick his tongue inside me but the fabric was hindering him. A couple of times he went to reach up in order to move the barrier to one side but each time I slapped his hand away and scolded him.

Not one to give up easily, Tom skillfully used his tongue and teeth and eventually managed to move my panties to one side and then his licking and sucking efforts increased as he passionately devoured my cunt.

My sons efforts were soon rewarded he brought me to orgasm and I gushed cum into his hungry mouth.

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned as I climaxed. 

I was still holding on to his hair and frankly I needed to for support. My orgasm was intense. I had been building up to this for a couple of days and preparing myself for this role play game all morning, so I was already very worked up before he had even arrived.

Tom was busy sucking and slurping up as much as he could get, making soft moans of pleasure as he feasted on me.

"Oh my you are a hungry puppy aren't you?" I said teasingly.

Tom answered with a muffled yes. Then I pulled his head back by his hair, forcing him to stop his oral assault and look up at me. He groaned in protest at having to stop.

"Good doggie for making your Mistress cum," I said smiling down at him, "But naughty boy for trying to touch me with your paws when I had told you not to." My smile changing to a frown.

"Sorry Mistress. I just couldn't help myself," apologized Tom, looking up at me, his face wet with my juices.

"Well you just need some training I think pet," I said wickedly as I removed my leg from the bed and walked around to the side of the bed. Tom had no choice but to follow as I still held his leash.

"Up you get on the bed puppy," I instructed.

Tom looked at the ropes and handcuffs and grinned. He really seemed to be enjoying this game, any doubts I had of freaking him out had long since disappeared. I loved the way Tom took on the role of my pet without questions. 

My son got on my bed on his back and reached his hands up above his head and opened his legs towards the ropes without me even having to tell him to do so. 

I smiled at him as I attached a rope to each ankle and then I moved up to the top of the bed and clamped Tom's right hand in the handcuff, then passed it through the headboard then attached the other end to his left wrist. When I reached over him, my breasts dangled down through the chains and hung just inches from his face. I felt his hot breath on the soft skin of my breast. 

He was now attached to my headboard and he playfully gave a tug on the cuffs to check to see if he was really secure.

I grinned at him with his mock attempt to escape and he smiled back at me. I stared at his naked body, looking so vulnerable to me, lying there unable to get away. It excited me so much to know I could do anything to him now and he was powerless to resist. I got such a power rush from just looking at this display of submission. It had been a few years since I had enjoyed a submissive lover but the rush it gave me back then was nothing compared to the thrill of having my own son as my submissive.

"Oh look at that," I said mockingly, "Looks like puppy got all excited," I said as gave his cock a little slap.

Tom gasped, not so much in pain, as I hadn't slapped him that hard, but more because I had startled him.

His rock hard cock bounced back and it was oozing pre-cum. The head of my son's cock glistened and it looked very tasty and inviting. I already knew how easy I could make my son cum by sucking his cock, but today I had different plans. I wanted to see what other stimulation would cause the same reaction.

"Don't cum without asking my permission pet or you will be punished," I said sternly.

"Yes Mistress," answered Tom, "I will try hard not to."

I grinned at him then walked away to my suitcase of tricks. I brought back with me a blindfold. Then I stood next to the bed where Tom could watch what I was doing and I took off my wet cum-soaked panties.

"Oh naughty puppy! You got my best panties all wet with your doggie spit," I said, scolding him.

I knew full well that they were already wet from my own pussy juices before Tom had even licked me, but I was looking for reasons to punish him.

"But mum, I....," Tom began to protest.

I didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence. I shoved my wet panties into his mouth, muffling out the rest of his complaints.

"Mum isn't here!" I scolded him. "There. That should keep you quiet."

There was a touch of alarm in Tom's eyes. I could tell he was starting to wonder if he should be worried or not about what I was going to do to him. His eyes showed concern, but his cock didn't seem to care, it just twitched and oozed pre-cum freely. I touched the sticky tip with my index finger and then sucked my finger clean, causing Tom to moan as he watched me intently.

I then moved up and proceeded to put the blindfold on him. Tom was making sounds of protest but all his words were muffled. It sounded like he was asking to see but I pretended to hear something completely different.

"What was that you said slave? You want me to punish you for misbehaving?" I said mockingly, "Oh yes, I think so too."

I scratched my fingernails down Tom's body from his chest to his cock in a V shape, causing him to gasp when my nails scraped over his nipples.

"Oh my, seems my slave boy has sensitive nipples," I said wickedly, "Hmm lets just test that."

I rubbed my index finger into his pre-cum again and then rubbed it on his nipples. I did this a few times until his nipples were all sticky. Tom's breathing was getting faster, and then I licked and sucked his nipples clean and he began to pant. I was making cooing sounds of delight as I savored his tasty pre-cum.

Tom's nipples were erect and hard now from the stimulation of my tongue.

"Oh I think you enjoyed that didn't you boy? Not really punishment though. Hmm let's try something else" 

I walked back to my suitcase and found my nipple clamps. As I attached the first one, Tom let out a muffled squeal. Not being able to see what I was doing was accentuating every sensation. I grinned and then attached the other clamp. The clamps were joined together by a fine chain. Tom's body stiffened up with this new and unknown source of pain. I hadn't put them on very tightly as this was his first time to use them, but still I could tell he was freaking out a little by the muffled complaints.

I needed to take his mind off his sensitive nipples. I leaned over his hard, twitching cock and engulfed it into my warm moist mouth in one long deep slow suck.

He moaned and his body instinctively moved his hips up wanting more as I let his cock fall out of its desired sanctuary. 

I loved teasing him like this, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time excited me so much. I felt my own wetness increasing as I treated my son like a plaything.

I sucked him once more in the same slow deep fashion. Then I moved up and flicked his sore nipples with my tongue. Tom gasped and moaned. He was getting used to the clamps and was enjoying all the attention. He was learning to block out the pain and concentrate on the pleasure. I was very much enjoying training my son. 

I then got on the bed between my son's open legs and began to lick him. I knew if I kept up this oral assault it would make him cum, but I was pushing him as far as I could. Tom was panting and pushing up his hips wanting me to suck his cock. I stopped licking for a moment to give him an order.

"Don't cum until I tell you to slave!" 

I sucked him again, harder and faster. I knew he wasn't going to last long but I kept stopping every few sucks and reminding him not to cum. Tom was groaning and I could tell he was trying really hard to hold back, but he was struggling. His efforts to refrain from cumming had made him completely forget about the nipple clamps. I gave him one more long deep hard suck and felt his cock twitch in my mouth, he was about to climax. I stopped sucking and gave the chain attached to the nipple clamps a quick tug as I demanded one last time the impossible order.




Mother's Milk Ch. 04



"Don't you dare fucking cum, slut!" I screamed at him.

As the pain shot through my son's body from me tugging on the chain, he came. He made this animalistic grunt followed by a muffled groan. His cum shot all over his stomach and I felt him shudder from the intensity of the orgasm. He came a big load, some even landed in his belly button. I grinned, but he couldn't see my wicked grin of satisfaction as he was blindfolded. That gave me a few moments to regain my stern look of displeasure in him for disobeying my order. 

I got off the bed and moved up to the head of the bed and removed the blindfold from him.

"Just look at the mess you made! Such a bad boy you are!" I scolded him, "You know that I am going to have to punish you for disobeying a direct order."

Tom tried to talk. He was trying to tell me that he couldn't help it and perhaps even apologize, but I couldn't really make out what he was trying to say.

His nipples looked red and sore. I took off the clamps. Tom sighed in relief.

"Aww poor puppy has sore nipples," I said, "This might help them feel better."

I scooped up some of my son's cum from his stomach and rubbed it gently into each nipple. I did it a few times until both nipples were well and truly coated in Tom's cum. My son watched my every move. Then I leant down and gently licked and sucked his sore sensitive nipples clean.

I knew it was giving him a combination of pleasure and pain by the sounds he was making, sometimes a gasp if I sucked a little too hard on his already sore nipples and sometimes a moan of delight.

I looked up at him once I was satisfied that his nipples were clean enough. I gave him a wicked grin and he knew by my expression that I hadn't finished with him yet.

I picked up a teaspoon that I had sitting in a cup beside my bed and I collected a spoon full of his tasty goo and then placed the spoon back on my bedside cabinet, setting it aside for later.

I then licked up the rest of his cum on his stomach, leaving a big glob of it to last. Tom grinned back at me, he was enjoying being able to watch me now that I had taken the blindfold off. I held that last glob of cum in my mouth and moved up to kiss my son. I removed my wet panties from his mouth and he took a deep breath in relief. Tom was about to speak but I kissed him before he could get any words out.

My tongue danced with his as we moved his cum around our mouths. It was wonderful, it felt so good that I almost forgot that today I was being his dominant Mistress and that I was meant to be training him and punishing him. For a moment I wanted to just get lost in the kiss and forget my game, but there were still more I wanted to do to him, so I snapped myself out of it and drew back from his lips. 

"Oh my God! Oh mother that was amazing," exclaimed Tom once I released his mouth.

I gave him a stern look.

"I keep telling you, it's Mistress!" I reprimanded him, slapping his thigh.

"Oh sorry. I'm sorry Mistress," apologized Tom.

"Oh you will be when I've finished with you," I warned.

I moved down to the end of the bed and untied his ankles.

"Roll over boy!" I ordered.

Tom looked puzzled at me and didn't move. I guess he thought the game was over because he had already cum. 

I slapped his thigh again.

"I said roll over doggie! On your stomach now!" I demanded, giving his thigh yet another smack.

This time Tom responded and rolled over to his stomach, causing the chain of the handcuffs to twist. 

I then re-attached the ropes to his ankles, trapping him again. His body at my mercy once more.

I gave his bare ass a firm smack, causing him to gasp in surprise. 

Then I walked back over to the suitcase and brought back with me a small paddle. 

Tom had his head to one side so he could see what I was doing. I stood in plain view and smacked my own hand a few times with the paddle, giving him a wicked grin.

The paddle made a loud smacking sound. It actually sounded worse than it felt. Tom's eyes grew wide and a look of panic came over him.

I stood to the side of the bed so Tom could see me and I leant over and smacked his right cheek with the paddle.

"That's for not saying thank you. You really need to learn your manners slave," I stated as the sound of the impact rang out.

"Oh fuck!" yelled Tom, partly in pain, partly in shock of what was happening to him.

"And that's for forgetting to call me Mistress when you were told to," I said as I struck his left cheek.

"Ouch! Oh shit that hurts! Mum.....I mean Mistress, please stop!" Tom called out as he tried to wriggle free from his ankle binds.

I put the paddle down on the bed next to Tom and grinned as I looked at his ass cheeks already showing a light pinkish glow. I grabbed both cheeks.

"Oh did that hurt the little puppy?" I said sarcastically as I rubbed his sore cheeks roughly.

"I think I know what you need to feel better," I said as I moved closer to his face and held out my index finger close to his mouth, "Suck my finger slave."

Tom looked a little confused, but he obeyed. Then while he watched on I inserted my saliva coated finger into my wet pussy so that it got coated in my juices as well.

I rubbed my wet finger up and down my son's ass crack and then made invisible circles on his tight little hole, causing Tom to gasp. It sounded to me like a gasp of 'yes please' so I pushed the tip of my wet finger into his asshole.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Tom.

I reached my other hand between his legs and underneath his balls to feel if he was starting to harden again.

He was.

I felt his cock grow hard and then I moved my left hand so that I cupped his balls as the index finger of my right hand invading his hole.

I could tell by his hardness that Tom was enjoying this invasion and yet his body was tense and it was making it hard for me to finger his hole. I thought of getting my lube out of my draw but that would mean having to remove my hands from their busy task. So instead, I leant in closer and spat at my son's opening. 

Tom moaned. It was obvious that my action turned him on. It turned me on too to be treating him like this.

He began to open a little and my saliva was helping, so I moved my finger in and out of his asshole, finger-fucking my son.

"Oh please do that again," Tom begged, "Please Mistress, spit on me again."

Tom was beginning to pant and hearing him beg like that excited me so much. I loved it when I found one of his 'kinky buttons' so I granted his requested and leant in and spat again onto his hole. I was rewarded with not only a moan of pleasure from Tom but also my saliva was making good lube as I continued to finger fuck my son.

Just as Tom was beginning to really open up and enjoy my finger darting in and out of his hole, I stopped.

I removed both my hands from his body and picked up the paddle again and held it as I looked at my son who was now squirming and already missing the sensation of my finger inside him.

"Oh please don't stop now Mistress. That feels so good," Tom pleaded for more.

"If you want the pleasure you have to be able to take the pain as well slave," I said wickedly as I rubbed the paddle lightly across his ass cheeks.

Tom hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. Then he spoke.

"Anything Mistress. Do anything you want to me. Just please finger me some more," Tom begged.

I grinned at him. I loved having this control over Tom, to have him at my mercy.

"That's not good enough slave. Beg for the paddle. Convince me that you want it," I said tauntingly.

Tom groaned impatiently, I knew he wanted more but he had to have it on my terms. He was squirming on my bed, almost as if he was trying to fuck the mattress. His cock pressing into it and his ass cheeks were clenching, wanting to be probed again.

"Oh please spank me Mistress," Tom pleaded, "I've been a bad boy. Please smack me."

I grinned as I struck his right cheek with the paddle. Tom gasped and tensed up, preparing himself for the next blow. I hit his left cheek with the paddle harder and he cried out.

"Oh fuck!" Tom screamed.

I didn't let the sensation of pain linger. I quickly put down the paddle and reinserted my finger and he began to push up against my finger, wanting more. Tom was moaning in pleasure, the pain almost forgotten as enjoyed me violating him. Then I pushed in another finger. That resulted in a grunt and then he began to pant again. It was making me so wet to hear him grunting and panting, knowing that my attack on him was exciting him as much as it was me. I desperately wanted to turn him over again and sit on his cock and ride him until I came. But I had to resist my urges, I had a plan and I intended on going through with it.

I could tell by the way Tom was panting that if I was to keep going like this he would cum again and I didn't want that yet, so I removed my fingers from him again. He groaned in frustration, denied the release.

"Oh please Mistress, don't stop. Please do it again. I want to cum," Tom begged.

"You don't have permission to cum yet slave," I said very calmly, trying not to let it show in my voice how turned on I was.

"Please Mistress," he continued to beg, "I don't care if you spank me again, just keep going please!"

I grinned as I watched my son squirm in sexual frustration. I had brought him close to orgasm but had stopped twice and I knew that if I was to finger him again, this time he would cum. 

I had other plans for him. 

I smacked his ass with my bare hand and then walked away from him to my suitcase of toys.

Tom tried to wriggle around to see what I was doing but I was standing in front of the chair with my suitcase on so he could not tell what I was up to. 

I took out my strap-on dildo and harness. I hadn't used them for a few years and I never would have thought the last time when I put them away that the next time they would be needed would be for me to dominate my son.

I had the feeling that Tom wasn't going to like this idea but I had already made up my mind that I was going to take him anyway.

I walked into my bathroom completely out of Tom's sight and took off my skirt and attached the harness and strap-on dildo. It was a black dildo and the harness was black leather, so it completed my outfit rather well I thought as I admired my plastic cock in the bathroom mirror.

I took a tube of lube from the bathroom cabinet and walked back into my bedroom, walked right up to Tom and stood in plain sight right in front of him so he could see what I was wearing.

The look of horror on his face when it registered what my intentions were was almost amusing. 

His expression went from puzzlement to shock to panic in a matter of seconds. He didn't even say anything at first, there was a stunned silence.

I opened up the lube and began to rub generous amounts of it in and around his asshole. The sensation of the gel brought the reality of the situation back to Tom and he found his voice again, a panicked voice in fact.

"No mum! You're going to far mum. Stop it now!" Tom shouted at me as he tried to get out of his binds.

I ignored him and applied more lube. Then I lubed up my plastic cock. I wanted to fuck my son, take his anal virginity but I didn't want to hurt him too much, so I made sure that I used plenty of lube.

I had already stretched him a little bit with my two fingers but as he would be resisting me at first, I wanted to make it as easy on him as I could. And yet I had to be forceful and not revert back to the loving mother he was used to, not yet anyway, not until I had finished what I had planned to do today.

I slapped his ass hard with my bare hand. It stung my hand, so I know it would have got his attention.

"Shhh boy!" I reprimanded him, "Behave or I will shove my panties back in your mouth to keep you quiet."

Then as a final touch I got the teaspoon of my son's cum that I had placed beside my bed and I scooped it out and rubbed it on the tip of my black plastic cock. I wanted Tom to know I was about to fuck him using his own cum as lube.

He looked horrified in anticipation of being sodomized by his mother.

I got on the bed and got into position between his outstretched legs. I lined up the tip of my dildo with his asshole and pushed in just a little bit. Tom was panicking, he was all tense and yelling at me to stop. I ignored him.

He soon realized that shouting at me wasn't going to work, so he tried a different tactic.

"Please mummy, don't do it," he pleaded, "Stop please mum. It will hurt me."

His ploy almost worked. I felt a twinge of guilt at what I was about to do to my son, but also his soft pleading, almost begging voice turned me on. I pulled back out of him.

I decided to drop the Mistress persona and I took off my top and collar and let down my hair so that it sat about my shoulders. I did all of this while kneeling between his legs.

He had stopped shouting at me but he was so tense that I knew if I pushed into him again now it would hurt him too much. I had to make him relax.

So instead of scolding him and slapping his ass hard as I would do if I was still playing the Mistress, I rubbed both his cheeks softly, caressing them.

"Shhh baby. Mummy wont hurt you if you just relax," I coaxed him, "I promise you will like it son if you just relax and let me do what I want to you."

Then I lent down and kissed all around his ass cheeks, lots of gentle kisses and licks. I cupped his balls again with my left hand and put my finger back inside his hole. It slid in easy now because of all the lube. 

Tom let out a relieved sigh as I went back to fingering his asshole and kissing and caressing his balls.

I soon changed to using two fingers as Tom was relaxing now, enjoying being finger-fucked by his mother again.

As I gained momentum with my fingering, I removed my left hand from playing with his balls. He was starting to moan in pleasure and push up against my hand, encouraging me to go harder and faster. 

I knew now was the time. I quickly withdrew my fingers from his hole and lined up my plastic cock and entered him before he had the chance to miss my fingers. I plunged my dildo half way into him and then he let out a scream and I stopped.

"Fuck!" he yelled, "Oh my fucking God!"

I was supporting myself by my arms on either side of his body. I held myself there for a moment as Tom started to pant, partly in fear, partly in excitement. I waited like that, not pushing in further and not withdrawing for a few minutes, while I leant down and kissed his shoulders and back.

Tom was tense, but not as tense as he was the first time I tried to sodomize him. I think he was realizing that there was no point in fighting; I was going to do it anyway, so he was actually trying to relax.

I waited a few minutes for him to get used to this invasion inside him, then I pulled back so that my plastic cock almost fell out of him, but just before it did, I pushed back inside him again. I went very slowly, stretching my son as gently as I could.  

Tom's panting was getting louder and faster but he did not yell at me to stop, or beg me to stop, actually he said nothing at all for awhile. It seemed he was trying to process what was happening to him and coming to terms with it.

I moved in and out of him once more, and then again. The lube was working well and Tom had given up trying to fight me. I was fucking him now and I knew it would start to feel good. I kept up my slow fucking movements and soon his frantic panting changed to quiet moans.

"Is that starting to feel good now son?" I asked.

"Oh yes mummy. It doesn't hurt so much now," he replied.

I pushed my plastic cock all the way in, causing Tom to scream again.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, "Oh it's too much, it's too big! Take it out mum!" He was starting to panic again. 

I just held still, my plastic cock embedded deep in my son's back passage.

Tom was panting and trying to turn his head around to look at me. I just kept kissing his back, trying to calm him down.

"Shh son. Its ok babe. Just relax son," I said between kisses.

I could tell Tom was trying to will himself to calm down. He was sweating and almost hyperventilating but as I kept up my soft calming voice of reassurance and my gentle soft kisses, he began to settle down.

His breathing returned almost to normal as he adjusted to being stretched from the false cock inside him.

When I thought he was ready, I pulled back slowly and then pushed back inside him again. Tom let out a gasp. I repeated my movements, slow and steady. 

"Oh fuck!" Tom exclaimed.

"Is it still hurting you son?" I asked, concerned that he still wasn't getting pleasure from my assault.

"A little bit mum, but you did something just then that felt really good," replied Tom.

"Oh I must have hit your prostrate son," I said wickedly, "Let me see if I can find it again."

I pulled back almost until I slid out, then pushed back inside as far as I could.

"Ohhhh fuck yes!" Tom moaned with obvious pleasure.

I grinned to myself. Finally he was enjoying this. I started to move in and out of him a bit faster and harder. Tom moaned each time I hit the right spot.

Hearing his moans of pleasure got me very excited. Now I was fucking my son and he loved it. This is what I wanted. 

"Oh does my baby boy like mummy fucking him now?" I asked with lust.

"Oh yes mummy, mmm I love it now," Tom replied excitedly, "More mummy more. Fuck me harder!"

I picked up momentum and fucked my son harder. Pounding my black plastic cock into my boy. Tom was moaning and panting, close to climaxing.

I felt like I was going to cum myself from the excitement and kinkiness of it all. 

We were both panting and sweating and moaning.

"Oh yes mummy! Fuck me mummy," Tom cried out in rapture, "Fuck yes! Rape me mummy!" he exclaimed, and then he grunted as he came hard onto my bed. I felt him shudder beneath me as he rode out his orgasm.

That taboo word on top of all the kinky activities did it for me. Tom always seemed to find my buttons, the triggers to get me to cum. This time my son managed to make me cum without even touching me.

I moaned in pleasure as the ecstasy wave hit me.

I pulled out of him and sat on my knees as I caught my breath and enjoyed the rush of my orgasm. I watched my son as Tom was recovering from his climax too. I felt dizzy, a little light headed from all of the excitement.

"Oh my God mum! That was fucking fantastic!" Tom exclaimed, "Wow that was so intense," he said trying to turn his head to look at me.

I smiled and leant forward and kissed both of his ass cheeks, left then right. Then I got up off the bed, took off the harness and strap-on dildo and placed them at the end of the bed. I then untied both ropes attached to Tom's ankles. There were red marks from when he had tried to break free from his binds. I lovingly rubbed both ankles and kissed them too where they looked tender.

Tom then rolled back over onto his back and looked up at me smiling. He had his own cum on his body as well as on my sheets. I delayed un-cuffing him just yet. I lay on top of him and kissed him passionately.

"I love you son," I announced when I pulled back from kissing him.

"I love you too mum. That was so amazing mum," Tom replied, looking into my eyes. 

"I'm glad you came back mum. That Mistress was a bit scary," Tom said with a cheeky laugh.

I giggled at his cheeky remark, and then grinned at him.

"Oh so you don't think I should ask her to come back again then son?" I asked teasingly.

"Well I didn't say that mum," Tom replied defensively, "I just wasn't expecting anything like that. Next time I will be ready for her."

"Oh next time huh," I said cheekily, "There's going to be a next time is there son?"

Tom grinned sheepishly at me.

"Oh yes I think so. Just warn me next time," he said with a chuckle.




Mother's Milk Ch. 04



"Where's the fun in that if you know what's coming?" I retorted. We both laughed at that.

I glanced over at my alarm clock next to my bed. I had better let my captive go now, he had just enough time to shower and get ready for work if I undid the cuffs now. 

I got off the bed and got the key. I gave him one last kiss as my shackled sex slave, and then unlocked the handcuffs.

Tom rubbed his own wrists, which looked quite sore from him pulling on them trying to get free. He then reached out and grabbed me, pulling me close and hugging me.

"I've wanted to touch you all morning," said Tom as he embraced me.

He let me go and we both got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to shower. 

"You go first son. You have that meeting soon," I said.

"I wanted to shower with you mum," he protested.

"If I get in there with you son, I will make you late for work," I explained, and with a playful smack on his sexy bare bottom, I left the bathroom and let him to shower in peace.

I went back to my bed, which now looked very messy. I picked up my harness and took the black dildo out of the harness, placing the harness back into the suitcase. I held the dildo in my hand with the intentions of giving it a bit of a clean before I put it back away once Tom had finished in the bathroom. But instead I took it with me and lay on my bed on my back and masturbated with it.

Tom came out of the bathroom all clean and steamy and the first thing he saw was me shoving the big black plastic cock that I had used on him, in and out of my pussy. He grinned at me.

"Oh mum, you are such a horny bitch," he said teasingly, "Let me help you with that."

Tom took over my thrusts and rammed that dildo in and out of me hard a few times until I came. I moaned and arched my back as the orgasm hit me.

I lay there panting as I recovered from my climax, smiling at my son.

"Thank you son. I needed that," I said with a grin.

"Anytime mum and you know I mean that literally," he replied with a chuckle.

Then Tom went back to the bathroom and washed his hand again.

I got up off the bed while he was doing that and walked towards the bathroom to have my own shower and get ready for work, which I was already late for.

Tom gave me a kiss goodbye just before I got in the shower and then he went off to work.

"See you tomorrow my Dommy mummy," he called out cheekily just before he locked the front door behind him.

Even though I was already late for work, I had a long leisurely shower and thought about this morning's activities while I was in there. It had really excited me and I had the feeling Tom will soon be asking me to dominate him again, which I will, of course, gladly oblige.

I did want to wear that outfit once or twice more before I started to get too big and couldn't get into it.

Maybe next time Tom might actually ask me to put it on and dominate him. 

The thought of that possibility pleased me greatly and continued to please me throughout the day while I was at work.



Mother's Milk Ch. 05



I stood naked in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my reflection. I rubbed my big round pregnant tummy and smiled as I felt the baby kick. It wouldn't be long now. Only a week away from my due date.

The months had gone by quite fast actually and they had been wonderful months. 

Tom was the main reason why everything had been so wonderful. He had kept up his visits to me every week day and our relationship blossomed. In the early months we had been quite adventurous, trying out lots of different positions and having fun role-playing.

We both particularly enjoyed our Dom/sub games. In the first few months I dressed up for him in my black leather outfit and I loved it when he called me his dommy mummy. When I got too big to fit into it, I still would dominate him sometimes as the strap-on harness was adjustable. 

We also tried role reversing and Tom dominated me, but he only tried it a few times as my son really didn't feel right about being strict with me, especially as I was carrying his baby.

As my pregnancy progressed and I got bigger and a bit uncomfortable, our bedroom games were tamed down. I really didn't have the energy to be aggressive anymore and Tom was concerned if we did anything too physical that it might hurt the baby. But that didn't stop our love-making. We still had sex every day that Tom visited me. Sometimes it might just be oral or even a hand job, but I never sent my son off to work without pleasuring him until he came. Occasionally when there wasn't much time, I might not orgasm every day but on the days I missed out, Tom made up for it the next day with his tongue. 

I loved it when he licked my pussy and even when I was really big and I felt like a beached whale and not at all attractive, Tom would lick me out and tell me how delicious I tasted and make me feel like a woman again. I loved him so much; he made me feel so special and so proud to be carrying his child.

Over these last nine months as well as being more intimate with Tom on many levels, my relationship with his wife Jen had also improved for the better. Although I had this huge secret regarding my incestuous affair with my son, I didn't let that get in the way of being getting closer to Jen. She was after all not only my sons' wife but also the woman that was going to bring up the child I carried inside me. This baby that I made with love with my son. 

I had included Jen when I went to my doctor visits all throughout my pregnancy so that she felt involved and could start to bond with this baby even before he was born. 

We had all wanted to find out what the sex of the baby was going to be, so that when I went for a scan I had asked both Tom and Jen to come with me. We were all very excited to find out I was having a son and all three of us were discussing names. At last check the list was down to about four possible maybes.

I had also gone out shopping with Jen on many occasions to buy things for the baby and I helped her decorate the baby's room. It was fun shopping for baby things with her. We brought all the necessary items for a nursery as well as lots of extra accessories that I had not been able to afford when Tom was a baby. 

Shopping without a budget was great fun, this baby was certainly going to be spoilt as well as being loved by three parents. Of course I would always be nana to him but in my heart he would be my son and I would love him as such.

I had given up work when I was seven months pregnant. I took maternity leave knowing that I would be coming back to work soon after the baby was born as I wouldn't be the one actually raising him.

Of course there were lots of questions from my work colleges as to who was the father and so I made up a story that I had gotten pregnant by mistake from an ex-boyfriend and that I had originally planned to give the baby up for adoption but then found out my daughter was having trouble conceiving so I had decided to give my baby to my son and daughter in-law to adopt legally.

I had told the same story to my doctor, friends and other family members. If any of them had any doubts about my story they kept it to themselves. Every one seemed to believe my story and in fact commended me for my selfless actions. 

I had also sorted out the legal side with regard to the adoption, so all the papers were drawn up and just had to be signed by all parties once the baby was born. I admit that I did feel a touch of regret when I read those documents. Part of me would have loved to keep my baby and bring up another son. But I knew by giving him to my adult son to raise I would be getting the best of both worlds. I would still get to breast feed my baby and see him every day and I would be making my first born son so very happy not only by making him a father but by saving his marriage. At the same time I would miss out on all the sleepless nights and the expense of raising a child. It was a win win situation really. 

My day dreaming as I stared at my reflection while I thought about my experiences of the last nine months was interrupted by my son's voice. I hadn't even heard him come in.

"You look beautiful mummy," said Tom as he looked at me from the bathroom doorway.

"I look fat," I retorted, "I was never this big with you Tom."

Tom laughed, then walked up to me and rubbed my round belly.

"How's my baby today?" he said, leaning down, talking to my stomach.

I moved his hand to where the baby's feet were so he could feel him kicking. Tom smiled at me and then kissed me with love.

"Good morning mummy," he said once he pulled away from the kiss.

"Good morning to you too son," I replied, smiling at him.

"And you are not fat mummy, you're just nice and round and beautiful as ever," said Tom, looking into my eyes with love.

It amazed me that even as the months had gone by and I had gotten bigger and bigger, my body still turned him on. Often when he licked my pussy or sucked on my breasts he would rub my pregnant tummy at the same time.

"I have a ten o'clock meeting mum. So we have plenty of time. Are you feeling up to some love-making?" Tom asked as he gave my ass a little squeeze.

I grinned at him and then looked back at the mirror, rubbing my own pregnant belly.

"Are you sure you still want to son? I'm so big now," I questioned.

"Don't be silly mum. Of course I still want you. Look at you. You're absolutely glowing. You look so beautiful and sexy to me mum," Tom replied reassuringly. 

I wasn't sure if he meant it or if he was just trying to make me feel good, but his words sure did make me feel good. Then as I stood looking at myself in the mirror with my son standing behind me, he reached down between my legs and started to rub me. His hand moving from the crack of my ass, right down to my pussy, caressing me. Damn it felt good. My son's touch always felt good. I instinctively opened my legs more so that he could have better access. I felt myself getting moist. Tom felt it too as his fingers started to explore me. I moaned at the now familiar yet totally taboo sensation of my sons fingers inside my wet pussy. 

Normally I would have turned around and suggested we move to the bedroom and continue in there, but I seemed fixated as I stared in the mirror. I stared at my reflection, my big pregnant belly and the realization of all of what we done just seemed to hypnotize me. I thought of all the sex we had, of how much I loved Tom, of the secret affair and of the baby that would be part of our lives very soon. All these thoughts filled my mind as my body was being pleasured by the expert fingers of a lover that knew me well. 

Tom's magic fingers were working me good. I held on to the hand basin for support as he fingered me, my legs now wide apart. I could see in my own reflection the pleasure I felt by my expressions. I bit my lower lip as I felt myself close to climaxing. Tom knew me so well now, he could tell by my moans and body language I was close and so he sped up. He pushed another finger inside me and finger-fucked me hard until I gave him the desired result. I moaned out loud as I gushed my cum all over his hand.

"Ohh God yes!" I called out in ecstasy as the wave hit me and cascaded through my body. I held on to the hand basin a little tighter for support.

"Mmm good mummy," said Tom as he kissed my shoulder and then stood behind me looking into the mirror with me. 

I still seemed not to be able to move from this spot. I looked into my sons eyes in the mirror and smiled at him. I could see love and desire in his eyes. This was a look I had seen many times and it still filled me with the utmost joy. 

Tom reached his hand around me to my mouth, offering me his wet fingers. I opened my mouth and accepted them gratefully. I stared into his eyes in the mirror and licked and sucked my cum from his fingers lovingly.

"I love you mum," declared Tom to my reflection.

I was unable to answer at that time as I was still sucking on his tasty fingers, but my eyes told him all he needed to know. I had to blink to hold back the tears as my love for my son sometimes overwhelmed me. Tom smiled at me knowingly. Then he kissed my shoulder and removed his fingers from my warm mouth and kissed down my back. 

My son kissed all the way down my spine to my ass and then he began to lick between my cheeks. Then he knelt behind me and grabbed my cheeks, prying them open for better access. I felt his warm wet tongue lick up and down my ass crack then rim my puckered hole, causing me to gasp in delight, and then he went to work licking and slurping up my cum from my wet juicy pussy. 

It felt fantastic and I was finding that looking at my reflection, seeing myself glow with pleasure but not being able to see Tom in the mirror anymore as he was down too low, was very exciting. It was really turning me on. I was panting and pushing back onto his tongue wanting more. I wanted his cock in me now. I needed my son to fuck me again.

"Please fuck me now son," I begged with lust.

Tom gave my pussy one last suck and stood up, playfully smacking my bare ass as he rose from his knees.

"Anything you say mummy," he said with a grin into the mirror. 

Then he undressed just to the side of me so that I could see him taking off his clothes as I continued to look into the bathroom mirror.

I saw his beautiful erection as he discarded his clothes over the side of the bath. The sight of his hard cock made my pussy clench in anticipation of more pleasure.

I was tempted for a moment to turn around and drop to my knees to suck on that wonderful tasty cock, the cock that I made many years ago, the cock that made the baby inside me now, that delicious cock that gave me such pleasure. But a moment of hesitation as I admired my sons naked reflection, took that decision away from me and I felt Tom grab me by my hips and thrust the object of my admiration deep into me.

We both moaned in pleasure as my son filled me with his love.

I leaned over the hand basin more, my big breasts hanging low, right into the basin itself. They were huge now as they readied themselves with the impending task of feeding my new son. 

We both watched my huge tits sway with each thrust as Tom fucked me. As he began to pick up momentum and pound me harder, my tits started to make a slapping sound as they smacked against the cold basin.

There was something about this sound along with the usual sounds of sex as my son's hard cock fucked my wet pussy that was so hot. Perhaps it was the way all the sounds seemed to echo a little in this small area of my bathroom, probably a combination of all of it, but it noises we made just spurred us on more.

"Harder son! Harder! Fuck me Tommy. Fuck your mummy hard!" I exclaimed, part order, part begging.

Tom responded to my lustful cries and pounded into as hard as he could. His fingernails digging into me as he held on tight.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Tom called out a moment before he did. 

As I felt his warm seed fill me once again, it triggered my second orgasm and I coated my son's cock with my cream. I felt light headed as the warm fire of pleasure traveled through me and I moaned in elation.

Tom still held onto me tightly as he spurted deep inside me, moaning and grunting as he came.

We were both panting as we rode out our orgasms. 

Tom still had his cock inside me. It was softening inside me, when I felt a gush of fluid expel from me and trickle down my legs.

"Oh my God mum!" Tom exclaimed as he felt the liquid gush all over his cock, "Did you just pee on me mummy? Oh that's so naughty and kinky mum."

I felt extremely embarrassed. I didn't think that I had peed, but then again with being so pregnant I was always having to pee. The baby was often pressing down on my bladder, making me uncomfortable and causing me to have to rush off to the toilet on many occasions. 

"Oh no! I didn't mean to son," I said horrified, "I'm so sorry," I said feeling terribly embarrassed and unable to look in the mirror anymore.

"Oh don't be sorry mummy. Actually it felt really good mmm," Tom replied with lust and I felt him harden again inside me.

I didn't know what to think. One moment I felt ashamed and then the next I felt turned on as it seemed I had helped Tom had discovered yet another kink.

"Oh you are so wet and slippery in there now mummy," said Tom as he slowly moved in and out of me once more.

It did feel good and I was starting to get excited and turned on by the idea of us discovering another kinky thing to try, but something didn't feel right. I felt a nagging feeling in my brain telling me to stop.

"Wait son. Please stop," I asked and he did. There must have been something in my tone that concerned him.

"Are you ok mum?" Tom inquired as he pulled out of me and stepped back, allowing me room to turn around to face him.

I looked at my son and then I looked down at the puddle on the floor that I had made.

There was no yellowish coloring, it looked just like clear water actually.

"Tom," I said looking into his eyes.

"Yes mum," he answered.

"I didn't pee on you son. My waters just broke," I said calmly with a smile.

Tom just stared at me for a moment. It took a few seconds for it to register. 

"Oh my God! Are you sure mum? Are you ok? I didn't hurt the baby did I mum?" he asked in a panic.

"I'm fine son. Calm down Tom. Everything is going to be ok," I said reassuringly.

Tom looked like he was going to freak out any moment now. So I knew I had to take charge and tell him what to do. After all this was my second baby but it was his first. 

There had been times during my pregnancy that I had felt nervous and worried about what was going to happen, but now that the time had come, I felt strangely calm.

"Well we can't go off to hospital naked can we now son," I said cheekily, "So let's have a shower and get ourselves organized."

I tried to make light of the situation as I could see Tom was panicking and I hadn't had any contractions yet so I knew we had plenty of time.

Tom responded to my relaxed demeanor and got into the shower with me.

"Are you sure you are ok mum?" he asked with concern as he lovingly washed my body.

"Yes son. I'm not in any pain yet. It's ok we have plenty of time," I replied.

"I just didn't think I should go into hospital with your cum inside me son. It might raise a few questions," I said with a giggle.

Tom laughed too, his tension easing.

"Yeah. Good point mum. I don't think I want to explain that to Jen or anyone else."

Tom got out of the shower after I had helped him wash himself. I stayed in a little longer and used the showerhead to give myself a good clean out, hoping the doctors wouldn't detect any cum inside me when they gave me an internal examination. 

I got out and as I dried and dressed myself, my good son was wiping up the puddle on the bathroom floor.

Then I went to my room and got my bag that I had packed a month ago, ready for this day. I checked that I had everything I needed and added a few last minute things. 

Tom was looking nervous, but now it was an excited kind of nervous and not a panic type.

He came up and gave me a big hug as I was closing my bag.

"Oh mum, I can't believe it's actually finally happening. I love you so much mum," Tom said as he held me close.

"I love you son. So very much," I replied and then we kissed passionately.

"Are you ready to be a daddy Tom?" I asked when we broke from our embrace.

"Yes mum!" he answered excitedly, "Are you ready? Ready to go that is."

"Yes son. I just need my toothbrush," I replied.

On the way back from the bathroom with my toothbrush in hand, I felt my first contraction. It wasn't too bad but took me by surprise and I had to sit down on my bed and breathe through it. Perhaps we had better get a move on after all I thought to myself. Tom was starting to look like he was going to panic again any moment. I did my best to remain calm but I was beginning to get a little scared myself. It was definitely time to go.

Tom drove me to the hospital and on the way I rang both my doctor and Jen and told them to meet us there. 

Jen was of course extremely excited and wanted to ask me a million questions but as she was eagerly asking me everything, I felt another contraction coming on and I told her I had to go and I hung up on her. 

This time it really hurt and I cried out in pain. Tom looked scared as he raced to get me there. We were both grateful that I didn't live too far away from the hospital.

Soon enough we arrived and I checked in. Jen got there about ten minutes before my doctor. She gave both me and Tom big hugs and kisses. I had Jen on one side of my bed and Tom on the other, both holding my hands and talking excitedly about the baby. 

Then my doctor arrived and she asked them both to leave while she examined me. My doctor told me I was quite dilated already and it would be a quick labor. I told her I wanted both my son and Jen to stay with me for the birth and she let them both back in.

They both stayed with me during my four hour labor. I took any pain medication offered to me, which helped, but it was still a painful experience as childbirth almost always is. Having the support of Tom and Jen helped me a lot. The birth itself happened quite fast without any complications. Both of my support team watched as our new son entered the world. He arrived a screaming, healthy eight pound baby boy.

The medical staff checked him out, cleaned him up and wrapped him up warmly and soon enough I had my new son placed in arms. 

He was beautiful and looked a lot like I remember Tom as a baby. There where tears of joy all round as the three of us took turns holding him and marveling at the miracle that is life.

I wanted just to hold my new son and keep him forever, but I knew the promise I had made and that he would have a great life as my grandson. Tom and Jen were going to make excellent parents.

I was feeling very tired and wanted to sleep and also I knew that Jen needed to bond with the baby, so I suggested she take him out to the visitors lounge to spend some time alone with him and then perhaps ring friends and family and tell them the good news. Jen's face positively beamed with joy at this suggestion and gratefully accepted him as I passed the baby over to her. She kissed my cheek and thanked me again for everything, then wandered off humming a lullaby as she held on to the precious gift I had given her.

Tom waited until Jen was out of the room, then he leant down and kissed me properly. I could feel the love in his kiss and the look in his eyes only confirmed it.

"I love you so much mum. I can never thank you enough for what you have done for us, for me especially," he said with emotion.

"I love you too son. I know I have done the right thing and our son will be much loved by all three of us," I replied.




Mother's Milk Ch. 05



"I will leave you in peace for awhile now mum so you can rest up and hopefully get some sleep. I will go help Jen with ringing everyone and we will bring the baby.....I mean my son, back soon" he said with fatherly pride in his voice.

Tom kissed my lips once more and left me to sleep and recover a little from the ordeal of childbirth. 

It only seemed like minutes but it was in fact almost two hours later that both Jen and Tom returned, this time Tom was holding his son and that boy of ours was screaming pretty loudly.

"Sorry to wake you mum," said Tom, "But I think he's hungry."

The baby was screaming and even though it was a long time ago since I had a little baby, all my motherly instincts came back and I felt my nipples twinge in reaction to his crying for food. 

It had happened to me all those years ago when I had breastfed Tom that whenever he cried for milk, my nipples would tingle, sometimes even ache. It was almost as if in sympathy of his hunger or perhaps it was just body telling me I had a job to do. 

I couldn't help but smile as that long distant memory came back to me and I sat up and held out my arms to accept my son back for his first feed.

Jen looked a sad as she watched me position him and help him to latch on to me. Tom just stared in awe as he saw his son seem to take to it like a duck to water and begin to suck hungrily on my left nipple. 

It suddenly seemed a lot quieter now the crying had stopped and all three of us just watched him feed from me. I knew that my milk had not come in yet but that he was getting the important colostrum that he needed to give him protection against disease.

"We decided to call him James," announced Jen, breaking the silence, "James Patrick, after my father."

"Oh wonderful Jen," I responded, "I like that name," I said, looking up and smiling at her.

"Welcome to the world little Master James," I said, looking back at the baby suckling on me, and then I kissed his forehead before handing back the now quiet and sleepy baby boy to Jen to cuddle.

Over the next three days Jen was with me all day and only went home to sleep after I insisted that she get some rest before James was at home with her and she wouldn't get the luxury of a full nights sleep. Tom came and saw me every morning before work and every evening after work. He had decided to take a week off work once the baby was home to help Jen out.

During this time with Jen, I taught her how to change nappies and to bathe him and apart from feeding James, I let her do everything to help her prepare for what it was going to be like once she took him home.

It was on the third day that my milk finally came in. I felt so full, painfully full of milk. But James was a hungry baby and he soon helped ease my discomfort by drinking plenty and often.

Jen had brought an electric breast pump and as I seemed to be producing so much milk, I decided to give it a go while James was sleeping in between feeds. I found it was quite easy to use and soon enough I had some milk in a bottle for Jen to feed James with. She was so delighted to be able to do this. I spotted a tear of happiness in her eye as she fed her new son from a bottle that first time. 

James was a hungry baby and not at all fussy, he didn't seem to care if the milk came from a nipple or a teat on a bottle, he just wanted food.

After work Tom was back up at the hospital as he had been every day since James was born. He walked in just in time to witness Jen feeding him my breast milk in a bottle.

"How are my two favorite girls in the world doing today?" Tom asked as he entered the room and he greeted us both with a kiss hello.

"Hi son," I replied.

"We are doing just fantastic," answered Jen, smiling at both Tom and me as she held young James in her arms.

"And how's my son doing today? Have you started him on formula Jen?" Tom asked as he lovingly touched his baby's head.

"No Tom. This is Marie's milk. She expressed some today for me to feed James with," Jen answered, "And it's all gone now and I think he's still hungry Marie." Jen stood up and passed baby James to me to top up his feed.

"Oh your milk has come in properly now has it mum?" Tom asked casually.

His voice may have sounded very matter-of-factly, but the look in his eyes told me that he was excited by this news as he stared at me feeding James.

Jen didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary and just stood up and announced she was going to the restroom and was going to get a coffee on the way back and asked if either of us wanted anything. Tom requested a coffee too but I was happy with just water at the moment. 

As soon as Jen had left, Tom came over for a closer inspection. He was memorized for a moment as he watched his son guzzle milk from me. James sucked so hard sometimes there was so much milk he couldn't even swallow it all and it dribbled out the side of his little mouth and ran down his chin. And the sucking sound he made was quite loud in that quiet hospital room. 

I looked up at Tom, his vision transfixed for the moment at the sight of his new born son suckling on the breasts that he himself had not very long ago sucked on. 

I could almost read his mind and I smiled as my presumption of his thoughts were confirmed when my eyes traveled from Tom's face to his crutch and I noticed the very familiar bulge in his pants.

No mistaking, my adult son was very turned on by watching me breast feed by baby son.

I cleared my throat to get his attention and to break the silence.

Tom blushed a little when he realized he had been staring intently without saying a word. Lost in his own thoughts for a moment. 

"That really is beautiful mum," he spoke as if he was witnessing some kind of miraculous event.

I smiled at him when his eyes finally averted from my breast to meet my eyes.

"It feels really good too son. I've missed this feeling for so long," I said reflectively.

Tom's eyes went to my left breast which was now actually aching from being so full of milk, it didn't go unnoticed. Tom reached out and stroked my naked left breast longingly.

"They are so big now mum. So full of milk. Does it hurt when they are so full like that?" he asked with a mixture of concern and curiosity. 

His fingers felt so good on my bare breast, it made me gasp quietly at his nostalgic touch.

"Yes Tom. My left breast is aching now as James has only fed from one side and look he has fallen asleep again," I replied.

Baby James had indeed fallen asleep at my breast often did when he drank so much milk from me.

Tom picked him up from my arms and placed him lovingly in the cot next to my bed, kissing his son's forehead as he tucked him in snugly.

"I'm going to need to express some milk from my left side or I will be too uncomfortable to sleep son. Could you please pass me the breast pump from that cabinet," I said pointing to where it was.

Tom got it for me and seemed intrigued to watch how it all worked. I knew Jen would be back any moment with the coffees and I suddenly had an urge to tease my already excited son. I knew he was dying to taste my milk but now was not the time or place for him to suckle on me.

"I just have to get it going by hand a little bit before I attach this contraption," I said, fibbing a little. It was easier to start off manually but not actually necessary. "Could you give me a bit of a hand son?"

Tom looked excited but uneasy, he quickly glanced towards the door to make sure that there was no sign of Jen or any nurses. Then he sat on the bed on my left side and reached out and pulled a little on my left nipple. I gasped as it hurt a little bit as my nipples were tender and my breast was so engorged. He pulled on it again and a small amount of milk trickled out onto his fingers. Tom moaned in delight as he felt my milk on his skin and watched it drip out from my nipple. He pulled on it again, trying to milk me and this time milk squirted out at him. The sensation of that along with the expression of taboo delight on my son's face made my pussy clench and for the first time since the birth of James, I felt horny and I wanted my son to suck on my breast hard while fucked me. I saw that Tom's cock was hard from the bulge in his pants and I noticed it twitch as he pulled on my nipple once again.

I grinned at him. We were both thinking the same thing. There was a mutual feeling of sexual longing. 

Tom put his own fingers in his mouth and sucked my milk off them. He moaned a little in pleasure at the first taste of my milk in two decades. He closed his eyes as he slurped the milk from his fingers and then when he opened them again he stared into my eyes with a look of pure lust and hunger. Just one taste and my son was hooked. I grinned at him knowingly and I thought to myself how good it was that I produced so much milk, too much for just one baby, or should that be too much for just one son.

We both knew Jen would be walking back in the room any second and Tom was sporting one hell of a hard on, not something he could easily hide. Thinking quickly he got his mobile from his jacket pocket and rang Jen.

"Where are you hun?" he asked.

She must have replied something like she was on her way back with the coffees.

"Oh ok. Good. Oh um on your way past the nurses station can you get some more bottles? Mum wants to express some more milk for James. Ok good. Thanks honey," Tom spoke into his phone, then hung up and put it back into his pocket.

"We have just a few more minutes' mum and I just have to.....I need to...."

Tom never finished his sentence, he just leaned down and took my nipple into his warm mouth and sucked.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, biting my lower lip to avoid being too loud in my expression of lustful desire.

"Mmmm" was all Tom had to say at that moment.

He only sucked on me for a few seconds, both of us scared of being caught out. But it was wonderful. Felt so good and left us both wanting more. 

"So delicious mum. Just like I knew it would be. I love all of your flavors mum. I can't wait to taste you again," Tom said with desire, "But for now I had better rush off to the toilet to get rid of this before Jen gets here," he said pointing to his erection straining against the zip of his pants.

We both laughed and Tom left the room to go and relieve himself as I attached the breast pump and began to express my milk. 

He cut his departure rather fine as only a minute after he left, Jen arrived carrying two coffees and two empty baby bottles.

"Oh where did Tom go? He hasn't left you alone all this time has he Marie?" Jen asked concerned, "Or was he a bit uncomfortable being here while you were expressing?"

"Oh he has only just left Jen. He just went to the toilet he will be back soon. And no I don't think he was worried about me using this thing." I replied.

"That's good then," she said as she placed the coffees down and opened the bottles ready for my milk.

She then helped me out by transferring the milk I had expressed into one of the empty bottles. Jen was actually very keen to help in any way.

Tom came back in the room with a smile on his face. It made my pussy clench to know he had been masturbating in the toilet because he had been so turned on by drinking my milk. I could hardly wait to go back home.

My son acted as cool as a cucumber, no one would have ever known by his behavior what he had just been doing.

"Coffee. Oh great, thanks Jen." he said as he picked up his cup and sipped from it.

They both stayed for another two hours and we discussed me coming home the next morning and Jen confirmed she had no problem with honoring her original agreement that Tom would bring James over every morning so that I could breastfeed him once a day and spend some time alone with him. I told her that I would express during the day and evening so that when she came over to pick James up I would have a supply for her to feed James for the rest of the day. We all agreed that breast milk is best for baby and would only introduce formula if he wasn't getting enough from my breast milk.

Jen got to bottle feed James once more before they both went home. She was positively glowing in her new role as a mother, it really brought out the best in her.

Once baby James was changed and settled back down to sleep, they both gave me a hug and a kiss good night with a promise to see me again tomorrow morning to bring me back to my own home.

The next day they arrived with the baby car seat and I filled out the necessary release forms and soon enough we were all in Tom's car on the way home to my place.

I was so pleased to be home. Jen had given the place a good clean in my absence and she had flowers in a vase on the kitchen table to welcome me home with.

I had Tom's old basinet in my room already set up with clean bedding for James.

My own bed looked very welcoming. I was actually quite tired as it is never easy to get a proper sleep in hospital especially in the maternity ward, there was always a baby crying somewhere.

Jen must have sensed I was worn out and James was fast asleep in the car seat so she suggested that they take him home for few hours and come back later. I really did need a sleep so I agreed gratefully and I had given her enough milk for two feeds so I knew James would be fine for awhile longer.

They both hugged and kissed me good bye and I kissed James on his head and then they left me in peace.

I ran a hot bath and relaxed in there for awhile thinking about the events of the last few days. Then I crawled into bed and was out within minutes. I slept for three hours and woke up with full leaking breasts.

I got up to pee and after washing my hands thoroughly, I got the breast pump and expressed some more milk. I actually didn't mind doing this, it felt good as the machine milked me. Not as good as feeding a person of course, but I still liked the sensation. 

After putting the bottles of milk in the fridge and cleaning the pump I realized I was hungry and I was just looking and trying to decide what to cook when Tom and Jen and baby James arrived back.

I welcomed them in and saw that James was asleep again. Tom was carrying the car seat with his sleeping son in and Jen had a baking dish in her hand with the delicious aroma of baked lasagna filling the room.

"I thought you might be missing some home cooking Marie," said Jen with a smile.

"Oh yes. Thank you Jen. That's so thoughtful of you. I wish I had some salad ingredients here to go with it. I really need to go food shopping tomorrow." 

"Oh I brought the salad with me too Marie. We both thought it would be nice to have dinner here with you tonight," said Jen. 

Motherhood sure brought out the best in Jen. She then helped me set the table and dish up the dinner she had made and soon enough the three of us were sitting down to a lovely home cooked meal. We even had wine with it. I just had half a small glass as I was conscious of not drinking due to me breastfeeding. But it was nice to have just a little bit to toast to our new family unit. 

We enjoyed a relaxing meal and Tom was good enough to get up and clear off the table and do the dishes while Jen and I talked of baby things. 

James woke up and Jen picked him up and changed him and then we all had turns holding him and talking to him. He really was a beautiful baby, but I guess every mother thinks that of her children. 

I told Jen I had expressed some more milk for her to talk home for when he woke in the night hungry. 

They stayed for a couple of hours and I gave James another feed from my breasts before they took him back home to his lovely nursery that I had helped Jen decorate.

Jen must have sensed that I was really going to miss James not sleeping beside me tonight and made a point of reminding me that Tom would be back early tomorrow morning with James for his morning feed. I gave James a kiss and held him close to me for a moment before passing him back to his 'mother'. I really had to get used to thinking of Jen as his mother and myself as his nana. I knew it was going to take some time.

Jen put James back in his car seat and collected the bottles of breast milk from the fridge and both Tom and Jen gave me a kiss and a hug good night. I thanked Jen for dinner once more.

"See you in the morning mum. Sleep well," said Tom as he gave me another kiss on the cheek and then they all left.

My house seemed very empty once they had all gone. I tried sitting down to watch television but I wasn't really in the mood for it, so I went back to bed for an early night.

I lay awake for ages. I kept looking at the empty basinet next to my bed and I felt a great sense of loss. 

I knew in my mind that I had done the right thing and I had no regrets in being a surrogate mother for my son and Jen and yet still I wished that I could have baby James sleeping next to me every night.

I also knew that almost all women get the blues a few days after giving birth and that it was normal for me to feel very emotional at this time. So I did what came natural and I cried myself to sleep. I cried because I missed my baby, I cried because I wished Tom was my husband and not my son, I cried because I was sad and lonely but also because I was happy to have made my son Tom so very happy. I cried for all sorts of reasons, my emotions going into overload. I cried until I could cry no more, until I fell asleep from emotional exhaustion. 

It may seem strange to some, but actually I felt so much better after letting it all out.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt a sense of relief. I felt like today was going to be a good day and that life was good. I felt positive. It's amazing what a jolly good cry and a good night's sleep can do for your perspective on things.

I knew that Tom and James would be here soon and my breasts were full of milk, enough to feed them both and still have more to express for the bottles.

I got out of bed to pee and then shower. I had some cereal and a cup of tea and then brushed my teeth. I didn't get dressed yet though, I just wore my robe.

Soon enough Tom arrived and he let himself in with his key. I had gone back to bed to wait for him and he came into my room carrying James in his car seat. James had gone back to sleep from the trip in the car. Tom carefully placed his son on the floor by my dresser and came over to me.

"Good morning mummy," he said as he sat down on my bed and reached out to hug me.

We embraced and kissed passionately as lovers.

"Good morning to you too son," I replied as I pulled back from the kiss.

"How is James? Did he sleep ok Tom?" I asked.

"Yeah he is just fine mum. He woke twice in the night, but Jen fed him your milk and he settled down again no problem," Tom answered, "He's asleep again now. He is hungry again but traveling in the car seems to make him sleep."

I smiled at my son. He looked so happy.

"And how about you son? Did you sleep ok or are you tired from broken sleep?" I asked concerned.

"I'm fine mum. But I skipped breakfast and I'm feeling quite hungry now," he said with lust as his eyes traveled to my breasts.

I grinned at him and answered his unspoken request by opening my robe and exposing my full milky breasts.

"Oh they are so big and beautiful mummy," Tom said as he reached out and gently stroked the soft skin of my breasts.

"Why don't you take off your clothes and get in bed with mummy and I will give you some breakfast son," I instructed.

Tom didn't have to be asked twice, he stood up and almost tore his clothes off in eagerness. He stood naked beside my bed and I admired his beautiful hard cock for a moment before he got in bed with me. He lay on top of me between my legs resting on his arms facing me and without any further prompting he leaned in and took my right nipple into his anxious mouth and began to suck.




Mother's Milk Ch. 05



We both moaned in unison at the sheer taboo pleasure as my milk freely flowed into his thirsty mouth. At first he sucked gently as if worried he might hurt me and then as the sweet warm milk filled his mouth he began to suck in earnest. As he sucked harder my pussy began clenching in raw desire. 

My left nipple began to ache and leak in protest at being ignored.

Tom stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at me, his lips and chin dripping with my milk.

"Oh my God mummy. You taste so fucking good. I'm so hard for you now," he declared.

"Oh yes son mmm it feels so good to feed you again," I moaned in pleasure as I felt his hard cock pressing against my body.

He stopped feeding from me and knelt between my legs, his hard cock throbbing.

Then he began to pull on my left nipple. This breast was very full and it hurt just a little as he milked it with his hand. I wasn't sure what he was trying to do at first but I was enjoying the pleasure laced with just a touch of pain as he kept milking me harder and faster and soon he had a stream of milk squirting out of me. Then I clicked what his plan was as he aimed the stream of milk at his erect cock. So I helped him by holding up my heavy milk laden breast and he continued to milk me like his own personal mummy cow, tugging on my udder, and soon his cock was soaking wet with breast milk. 

He was moaning in delight and rubbing himself to feel his milky cock. It obviously gave him great pleasure as I saw his pre-cum glistening through the milky surface of his erect penis.

Tom then stopped milking me and got up and sat beside me on my bed.

"Suck me mummy," he demanded as he lovingly, yet firmly reached behind my head and pushed me down towards his hard milky cock. 

I didn't fight it, I gladly did as he asked and sucked my own milk off my son's hard cock. I tasted the mixture of his pre-cum and my breast milk and lapped it all up.

Tom was moaning and I could tell he was very close to cumming. I got up and moved so that I knelt between his legs. Tom was writhing in ecstasy as I began to milk my own breasts and aim the trail of milk at his heavy cum-filled balls. I coated his cock and balls in more of my milk and as he was lying on his back, the milk trickled down to his asshole. I grabbed his legs and held them up to expose his tight little asshole to me and I watched my milk run down his ball sack to his puckered hole. Fuck it looked so kinky and hot.

Then as he held onto his own legs to keep them out of the way, I dived in and licked his hole, lapping up the milk from it. I rimmed him and sucked and slurped up my milk from his balls and asshole. Tom was moaning loudly as I pleasured him. Then I pushed the tip of my tongue right inside him, darting it in and out.

He could not hold back any longer and he grunted as he came, shooting his cum all over his stomach. I felt him shudder as he spurted his white sticky essence on himself.

"Oh fuck yes!" he groaned in kinky lust and then he lay there panting as he rode out his orgasm.

I stopped my oral assault of pleasure and looked up and grinned at my son, enjoying the look of satisfaction on his face. I then moved so that I leant over him on my hands, my big milk filled tits hanging down, touching his body as I licked up his cum from his stomach. Oh how I had missed the taste of my son's cum.

"Oh my God mum. That was fucking amazing!" Tom exclaimed once he stopped panting.

I crawled up further and kissed my son. I got great enjoyment from giving my son such pleasure. In a lot of ways it was more satisfying than actually cumming myself.

I then lay back down beside him. My breasts still holding plenty of milk, but no longer sore from being too full.

We both lay there for awhile basking in the afterglow of our kinky fun. I had my head on Tom's shoulder and I enjoyed just listening to him breathe for a little while.

Our resting was cut short by the cries of James waking up for a feed.

Tom got up to get him and I took the opportunity to go pee before I got myself ready to feed my other son.

As I washed my hands after doing my business, I also used a face cloth and washed my breasts and nipples too. I just wanted to make sure I was clean and didn't have any traces of Tom's cum on them.

I then put on my robe again and got back into bed and Tom passed me the hungry James and I soon silenced his cries of hungriness changing them to contented sounds of suckling.

Tom went and showered and got dressed again for work while I fed his son. When he returned from the bathroom, he kissed me good bye and promised to return again the same time tomorrow morning. 

He apologized for not helping me to cum too but I told him not to worry, it would be my turn tomorrow. We both grinned at that thought and with one last kiss, Tom left for work.

After I fed James, I lay him in the basinet that used to belong to Tom, while I got dressed.

Then I had an hour of talking to baby James and enjoying holding him before Jen arrived. She stayed for awhile and we talked of baby things over a cup of tea.

I expressed some more milk for her to take away with her for the next two feeds and I told her I would drop by her place in the afternoon with some more after I go shopping.

I did just that after Jen left. I went shopping and brought some more maternity bras as my breasts seemed too big to fit in the ones I had purchased when I was pregnant. I also went grocery shopping and restocked my panty and fridge.

Then I came home and after putting the food away, I made myself a nice healthy lunch. I knew it was important to eat well to make a good supply of quality milk and as I was feeding two sons now I had to do all the right things to maintain my milk, both in quantity as well as qualtity.

I then expressed some more milk, enough to sustain James until the next morning and took the bottles over to Jen. 

James was asleep when I got there and Jen was taking advantage of the break and had her feet up in the living room. I had a key so I had just walked in quietly just in case baby was asleep. 

I put the bottles in the fridge and I noticed that Jen had washed the other bottles ready for me to take back.

I motioned for Jen not to get up when I entered the living room and she gave me a smile of thanks and stayed where she was. 

I peeked into the nursery and saw James fast asleep in his brand new basinet and I gave him a kiss on the forehead and left him in peace to sleep.

I informed Jen that I had put his milk in the fridge and insisted that she not get up and explained that I was feeling a little tired too and was going to go back home for a rest myself. I gave Jen a kiss on the cheek and left her to it, picking up the empty bottles on the way out the door.

Once at home, I did go and have a lie down and ended up falling asleep for an afternoon nap.

When I awoke, I felt really full again and managed to express enough milk to full up all the bottles I had brought back with me. At this rate we are going to need to buy more bottles! I just seemed to have an endless supply of milk.

I made myself some dinner, then took a long hot bath and went to bed to watch TV in bed.

Soon enough I felt sleepy again and switched off the television and lay down to sleep. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drifted off, knowing that tomorrow morning I would be feeding both my sons.

Morning soon arrived and I got up feeling well rested but uncomfortably full. I got up and showered to get clean before Tom arrived with James. My breasts were so full that they leaked while in the shower and my milk ran down my body.

I was grateful to hear Tom walk in as I dried myself and put on my robe. I knew relief was so to be mine.

"Good Morning mummy," said Tom as he came up to me and kissed me.

"Good Morning son," I replied, "I'm so glad you are here Tom. Look!"

Tom looked where I indicated as I opened my robe to him and he could see how extremely full my breasts were and how they were still leaking. His eyes gleamed over with lust.

"Oh mummy. You look so full. Does it hurt when you are so full like that mum?" he asked with concern but with a definitely underlining of desire.

"Yes it does son. I need some relief, and I need it now," I answered assertively.

James was asleep in the car seat, but I took him out and in doing so he woke up. I wanted to feed James first today to get some instant relief from my engorged breasts.

I sat on my bed leaning up against some pillows and James latched on to my left breast and quickly began to suck hungrily causing me to sigh in gratitude as my milk flowed, nourishing him.

My right breast ached even more now though and the leaking increased. 

Tom could see I needed help and without asking if it was ok, he lay next to me and began to suckle on my right breast. 

I wasn't really sure if I wanted to feed both my sons at the same time but as Tom was still fully dressed and he wasn't trying to touch my pussy or do anything else sexual, I figured he was actually just trying to help relieve the pressure of me having too much milk. So I smiled at him as he was really helping me out a lot.

Tom looked as contented as baby James and he even closed his eyes a few times as if lost in some private world as he drank my milk. I stroked his hair lovingly as he suckled on me while I fed his son on my other nipple. 

James was soon full and had fallen asleep while feeding. Tom got up and picked his son up from my arms and then burped him before lying him down in the basinet. He then tucked in his sleepy contented baby.

"You must be full too son," I said to Tom cheekily as he stood beside the bed smiling at me.

"Not even close mummy," he replied with a grin, "I could never get enough of you mummy."

I smiled up at him and then stood up and took off my robe and lay back down on my bed. Tom took my cue and undressed and got on the bed with me.

He was hard already. 

"I made you a promise yesterday mummy and I intend on keeping it," Tom said as he started to caress my big breasts. 

I grinned at him, I hadn't forgotten and I was definitely looking forward to him keeping his word.

Tom then moved and knelt in between my legs and began to pull on both my nipples at once. He really seemed to enjoy milking me like this.

"You make me feel like I'm your pet cow when you do that," I said with a giggle.

"Oh you are mummy. You're my beautiful pet mummy cow and I love these wonderful milky udders of yours," he replied cheekily.

I couldn't help but giggle at that and at the same time it really turned me on. Tom just kept pulling on my large nipples and soon my milk was flowing out of both nipples at once.

Then he just pulled on my right nipple and held his left hand underneath it to catch a handful of milk. He squirted my milk into his cupped hand and then transferred his hand to my pussy and rubbed my milk all over it. 

It felt good and he did it a couple more times so that my pussy was soaking wet with breast milk and he rubbed it into me. Then he made me gasp in delight as he dived in and began frantically licking my milk off my pussy.

His tongue lapped all around my outer pussy lips and then he sucked on my clit. I was moaning and panting in pleasure when he suddenly stopped. I was about to protest but it was just a temporary pause as he leaned over me and sucked on my breast to get a mouthful of milk. But he didn't swallow it, instead he got down between my legs again and while holding my pussy lips open he spat my own milk into my virginal opening.

Oh fuck that turned me on, my pussy was clenching and producing its own liquid nectar. 

Tom paused again as he took a good look at my milky pussy and he glanced up at me with a cheeky lustful grin before diving back in for another oral assault. 

My son licked and sucked hungrily his mother's cunt, making me moan and writhe in incestuous lust. He knew he had me and it wouldn't be long before his efforts would be rewarded.

The squishy sound alone was so exciting with the combination of my milk and pussy juices and my son's saliva as he licked and sucked, flicked and nibbled on every inch of my cunt. The vagina that he came from two decades ago and that his own son had came from just a week ago.

My son's expert tongue produced the desired result. 

My back arched and I grabbed tightly onto the sheets as a fireball of ecstasy traveled from my cunt all the way up my body and exploded into a million sparks of pleasure in my brain.

I cried out and shook from the intensity of my orgasm. I think I must have stopped breathing for a moment.

Then I gasped for air and just lay there panting unable to speak for a moment as Tom licked up my cum.

Tom moved up and leaned over me on his hands and knees looking at my expression of euphoria and smiled down at me.

"I think mummy might have liked that," he said as he licked his lips, still tasting my cum on them.

I just reached out and grabbed him, pulling him in for a kiss. We kissed passionately and I tasted myself as our tongues danced with each other. 

"Oh son. I loved that so much and I love you so much. Thank you Tommy," I said with love and gratitude.

"I love you too mum and you taste delicious mmm yummy mummy," Tom replied.

He must have worked up a thirst with all that licking as he then leant down and took my left nipple in his mouth and began to suckle on me again. He just started out sucking gently as he hovered over me. I could feel his erection graze against me a few times, and then he changed positions and lined up his hard cock with my wet slit and slowly pushed up inside me. His mouth never let go of my nipple as he entered me. 

It felt so good to have my son's cock in me again, even though it was only a week ago since we last made love, it seemed too long ago. My pussy clenched around his hard shaft as if welcoming it back home where it belonged.

There was no denying it, I was addicted to my son and his glorious cock that gave me such pleasure and I had no intention of giving up something this good. I knew our relationship was one of love and mutual obsession and as he slowly pounded into me while drinking my milk, I made up my mind I would continue to use the breast pump on myself even after James is weaned off my milk so that I can keep producing breast milk for my first born son for as long as I possibly can. 

Tom started to fuck me harder and faster and suck on me with more intensity too. I pushed back against his thrusts moaning in pleasure with the sensation of him suckling on my nipples at the same time as fucking me. Double the delight as my nipples tingled and my pussy pulsated from the sexual stimulation my son gave me.

Tom muffled moans and his intensified fucking told me he would cum soon, so I responded to his body language by bucking my hips up harder and faster to meet his thrusts.

He tensed up and let my nipple fall from his mouth as his climax took him. I watched my milk spill out his mouth and run down his chin as he froze for a moment then grunted and groaned as his cock expelled spurt after spurt of his warm sticky cum deep inside my pussy walls.

The image of my milk spilling out of his mouth somehow pushed a deep hidden button within me and I came again, moaning in elation.

Tom collapsed on top of me and I just held him there as we both panted trying to get our breath back while we enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms. 

"Oh fuck mum. That was so intense!" exclaimed Tom once he could talk again, "I've been wanting to do that ever since you first got pregnant."

I smiled and kissed his forehead as he lay resting, using my big soft tits as a pillow.

"Me too son and it was just as wonderful as I imagined it would be," I replied.

Tom tilted his head up and we kissed with love and passion.

I wanted to just keep him here with me all day like this in my arms but reality kicked in as baby James began to stir in his basinet and I glanced over at the clock.

"You had better get up and shower and go to work son," I said with regret.

"Yeah you are right mum. Unfortunately," Tom replied disappointedly.

He got up and I followed him to the shower. I decided to get in with him this time and we lovingly washed each other. It was so tempting to take it further and play with him but I knew James would be awake fully soon and I didn't want to make Tom late for work.

We got out and dried ourselves and got dressed. Tom picked up his son and gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead before passing him to me to attend to.

Then he kissed me goodbye with a promise to see me again tomorrow.

I stood in my room with baby James in my arms feeling more like Tom's wife than his mother at that moment and smiled knowing that tomorrow was going to be as wonderful as today and so would the day after that and the next for a very long time.

Finally I had all the good things that I had been waiting for all my life. 

I felt happy, content and complete. 

Life just couldn't get any better than this.