How I Milked My Mother [M/F]

“Awwww! she looks so cute.” my mom went all excited at once seeing my sister Radha and her little daughter entering the house.

I put the bags inside and crashed on couch tired of the cab journey from airport. My sister’s husband Rahul sat beside me on couch and we started talking casually. Even though I didn’t spend much time with him to know him fully, I already knew that he’s friendly and unlike many son-in-laws here in our society. My sister and mom went to kitchen continuing to talk and started to prepare for lunch. Despite the fact that my sister’s family lives in another state, they come visit us once in two months at least and after Shraddha’s birth, my sister frequently came here and that’s a huge thing for my mom obviously. It’s been 7 years since our father died and since then our mom started to raise us and found a nice guy for my sister and let her settle, while I’m still in my final year of graduation.

We finish lunch and spend the day talking and playing with her daughter. She’s 2 years old and the fact that my sister married at the age of 22 and gave birth to Shraddha when she was 23, is quite different from the usual. I (21) am 4 years younger than her (25), but we share a unique bond with each other, open, friendly and love each other as siblings. Even though it’s just me and mom who live here during normal days, the house has two bedrooms as we get relatives often. I thought I would be sleeping along with my mom while my sister and her husband will sleep together, but to my wonder, my mom and my sister were discussing something and just told me and Rahul to sleep in one room. I found it pointless but just assumed they might be having some girl-related issues and just shrugged off.

The night goes normally and we wake up the next day early as it’s a festival day, and moreover that’s the main reason why they came to visit us. We finished the holy activities by mid-noon and finished with our lunch. After watching TV for a few minutes, I decided to take a small afternoon nap as I had heavy food. Both the bedrooms face each other and I walk towards my room from living room. I paused seeing the door being open slightly, but not fully. I just felt curious and peeked a bit, not too pervy or sneaky, just casually. I can see my sister’s daughter in her lap and she was breastfeeding her. I felt a bit weird at first, but then my eyes are locked at her partially visible breasts and my mom is in front of her, talking to her casually as if everything is normal. Maybe for them, its common, but I found it weirdly turning me on as I perv on my sister breastfeeding.

I can notice that her breasts are average sized, fair skintone and they look so beautiful that I kept looking at them from distant, by keeping another eye on my room to see if Rahul comes out at any time. I started to find it a bit embarrassing to do this and morally wrong at same time, and decided to wipe it off of my brain. Just as I’m about to turn around and about to leave, I widen my eyes seeing my sister handing the baby to my mom so that she can breastfeed. I had very little knowledge about these women things I assumed that women of my mom’s age don’t usually breastfeed, but to my wonder, despite her being 48 years old, it seems that my mom can actually breastfeed.

The angle at my mother is a bit difficult to get a full glimpse of her breasts, but I can get a clear view of her sideboob as she is in her nightdress. I know that I’m doing the worst thing any son or brother can do, but I can’t turn around now, not after I can see my mom’s voluptuous breasts producing milk. Her veiny breasts are so soft that even by looking from distance, I can say that they’re comfy. I started to get weird thoughts like I once was between them, sucking milk out of those breasts and it’s giving me an instant hard-on. Soon, she shifted to her other breast and covered her right side, so I couldn’t get any view now and my sister already covered her breasts. They continued to talk about casual things which I gave 0 fucks about as I was getting a free view of two pairs of milk filled breasts.

I turn around, pressing my hard dick in my boxers with my hand trying to soften it and walks towards my room with full of horny thoughts and regret at a time. I couldn’t sleep with those thoughts and the whole evening went in the same mood. I spent my night wondering why my sister would want my mother to breastfeed her daughter.

“Isn’t her milk enough?”

“Or is it too low?”

“And my mother being 48 years old, how much does she produce and on top of all these, how does it taste?”

“Sweet?”

“Or a bit sour?”

“Or plain?”

“Is it sexual for women?”

“Does Rahul suck on my sister’s breasts during sex?”

“How do they even do sex when she leaks milk from her breasts?”

I know that my conservative past can’t answer even one of these questions and I can’t ask anyone else either as all these questions are considered as taboo in our culture. I kept rolling on either side on my bed and finally slept.

As I woke up the next day, I realized that I had wet dreams in my sleep and there are cum stains on my boxer. I shook my head with embarrassment and went to bathroom to clean and have a shower as I know that we’d be going to temple today. All of us get ready for the journey as it takes 3 hours to travel there in car. Rahul insisted on driving and my mom suggested me to sit beside him while the rest three including her sit in the backseat. I just nodded and sat accordingly and we started the journey. Shraddha talks a bit too much but it’s cute given her age and that obviously keeps us out from being bored in 3 hours journey.

As I look in the mirror, I can notice my mom in a red saree with a red and golden blouse and my sister in green saree. My eyes quickly went down towards their breasts and I can clearly see the difference between their sizes. My sister’s average breasts aren’t that visible from my view but my mom’s breasts are being perfectly showcased through her tight blouse. It feels as if they are begging to be popped out if given a chance, and my cock is telling my brain to grab that chance as soon as possible. I started to have a bulge, but it’s getting uncomfortable as I’m sitting beside Rahul. It seems that we’re halfway through the journey and three of them kept talking about family and relatives stuff.

I turned around, “Maa, can I sleep in the backseat? I feel sleepy and it’s not that comfy here” I say looking at my sister and mom.

“Shraddha might feel sleepy sooner?” my mom asks looking at my sister as that would be a problem for her to sleep in front seat.

“I don’t think so, she might sleep on her return way.” my sister replied brushing Shraddha’s hair playfully.

“Eh, come here and sleep, I’ll sit in the front seat. Rahul, try to stop the car by the side for a while.” she says simply looking at us.

Rahul nodded and stopped the car and I shifted to the backseat, beside my mom and my sister went to the front seat. I tried to fold my legs and bend my body to fit myself in the back seat in a sleeping position, but it isn’t long enough so I just naturally put my head in my mom’s lap. This isn’t the first time I’m sleeping in my mom’s lap even though I’m 21 years old, but today, it completely feels different. After what happened yesterday, I couldn’t see my mom and sister in the same way, especially my mom. I turned around so that I face her belly and acted as if I’m trying to sleep.

Since I’m not too lengthy, it felt comfortable in that position and Shraddha stood in middle of car looking frontside. My mom’s dense perfume smell filled my whole face as if it’s some poison and I snuggled further to bury my face in her lap. Right above my head, I can notice my mom’s breasts tightly fitted in her blouse. For a moment, I felt like lifting my head a tad bit and suck the milk out of her voluptuous engorged veiny breasts, but all I can do is to perv on them. My face is partially touching my mom’s bare belly skin as her saree pallu slid a bit aside and I noticed her belly button too, but it’s all hazy as I’m too up-close to see anything clearly.

A few minutes later, I turned my head up to face her face and now her breasts are right up my face, just a few inches distant. They’re too busty that I can’t even see her face from the bottom angle. As I continued to look at them, I started to observe some wet patches around her nipples part, but they’re small patches. Soon, they started to get a bit bigger and more visible and I can see my mom’s inconvenience. I thought they would take care of such things as it’s common for them, but didn’t understand why my mom didn’t. A few minutes later, we reach the temple and my mom quickly got down and walked towards my sister.

“Rahul, we’ll use toilet and meanwhile take the tickets at the counter?” my sister asks her husband as if she already knows about what happened to my mom.

“Yeah, I, Shraddha and Karthik will be at the counter. Try to be quick honey.” he says simply and takes Shraddha in his arms and walks towards counters.

I followed him and after a few minutes saw my mom and sister coming back. We finish the darshan in an hour or so and come out of the temple and walk towards the car after sitting for a while in temple.

“You have the bottle right?” my mom asks my sister as we reach the car and it’s already 2 PM.

“Yeah and it will be enough for now I guess.” my sister says checking her handbag and taking a bottle of milk out.

I assumed it might be her or my mom’s milk squeezed out already so that they don’t need to do it in middle of journey. I started having doubts about this again as we started to travel back home. I couldn’t sit in back seat again as my sister sat along with Shraddha because there is a possibility that she can fall asleep.

“Can they mix each other’s milk in one bottle and feed it later? Does it taste different if we suck it from breasts compared to drinking it from stored bottle? Does the milk start leaking out involuntarily or only when sucked on?” I started thinking about these doubts to myself.

We reached home after a few hours and all of us are tired that each of us crashed on bed as soon as we reached home. We just slept delaying all other works for that moment and sleep for a few hours. The night goes normally and my curiosity is making me even hornier with time and my way of looking at my mom has completely changed now.

The next day morning, I realize that my sister and her family leaves today and felt a bit sad about it as usual. I drop them off at the train station and returns home for lunch, and it was a bit sad seeing my sister leave everytime. I find it exciting for some reason realizing that it’s just me and mom from today again. Even though that’s how we’ve been living for the past 5 years, things from today won’t be same. I noticed her in a white sleeveless loose nightdress which showcases her round soft breasts. We started to have lunch and I glued my eyes looking at her sitting in front of me and raising her hands to tie her black silky hair. Her shaved damp armpits are quite visible and a bit of her side cleavage as she turned towards the TV. That’s the best sight I ever had at anyone’s armpits and they look so beautiful.

I cursed myself for looking at her like this, but on other hand, cursed myself for not looking at her like this for the past few years. All I ever saw in my mom so far are just her beautiful facial features, shaped eyebrows, thin lips and a beautiful smile. She is a low-key modern mom when it comes to dressing and make-up and fitness, but the same conservative mom when it comes to parenting. She isn’t fat, but not lean either. She gets up from her chair and walks towards TV to grab the remote from table. Her ass swaying as she walks in front of me, showing the curves at the right places, she is more of what I see in porn usually as MILF. More like THICC CURVY MILF. We continued to have lunch and I desperately waited for a moment where I can see her armpits again, or maybe a chance where I can see her naked fully, at least once.

She went to bath at evening and returned from bath while I am sitting in living room watching TV. There are two bathrooms, one is between the two rooms and one is attached the larger bedroom. We usually use the common one for bathing, and I can get a view of her from the living room. Her wet body covered with towel and she walks to the room and slams the door behind her. Even though it’s just a one second view, I felt so turned on imagining her naked fully. I can’t believe I ignored these many chances to acknowledge her beauty these many days. She returns in another sleeveless nightdress tying her hair, maybe just so that I can get view of her body once. We finish dinner and head to bed as usual, but in same room like the usual. I just am in my thigh high blue boxers and blue t-shirt.

“Ugh why is it so hot?” I sigh and look at the ceiling fan and remove my shirt as I’m usually shirtless at home.

“Eh, turn on the AC. For a few minutes maybe, and then turn it off before sleeping.” she says shrugging off and starts playing some mobile games lying on her belly.

“Yeah, by the way, I felt like asking Radha to stay here with us for a few days. I mean its holidays for me too, so …” I say looking at my mom.

“Yeah I thought the same and asked her yesterday, but she is supposed to consult a doctor it seems.” she replied continuing to play in phone without looking at me.

“Eh what? Why? I mean is one of them sick?” I ask curiously.

“Not really. Well I mean she has to consult the doctor for many other reasons as well.” she replies.

“Like what?” I ask furrowing my brows.

“Like because of Shraddha and some other things.” she replies.

“Well can’t she consult someone here? I can take her to doctor whenever she wants and she can spend some time with you too.” I ask shrugging off.

“Yeah, but not all doctors are specialized in dealing with post-pregnancy stuff for women though.” she replies.

“What does that mean POST-PREGNANCY-STUFF?” I ask acting curiously even though I kind of get what it means just by the name. “Like why is it so special?” I add quickly.

“Like you know, a woman would go through some major changes after her pregnancy and Radha did too.” She replies with a pause in middle.

“Like what stuff?” I ask again pressing it.

“Ugh those are girl-related things, and you won’t get them now.” she says with a soft sigh tired of my questions.

That is not an unexpected reply from an Indian mom even though my mom is somewhat modern type, so I didn’t mind it much.

“Eh, I’d get married after a few years too, so I would be knowing it right?” I ask straight forward.

“Ohhh that’s so thoughtful of you my son.” she says turning her head towards me sarcastically.

“Ugh just tell me? Like what stuff are you referring about? Weight? Fat? Or Milk?” I blurt out a few things that I know of.

“Basically yeah, but she haven’t had much problems with weight and fat anyway.” she says shrugging off and continue to play game.

“So there is a problem with milk?” I ask and felt a bit weird instantly for asking that.

She turned towards me again slowly looking at me curiously, “Well yeah. She seems to be having problems with producing milk since a few months, so took an appointment next week with some reputational doctor.” she explains simply without any hesitation.

“Oh right… So how was she able to feed Shraddha these many days then?” I ask softly but maintaining the curiosity even though I know the answer already.

She looks a bit intimidated already by the questions, but didn’t show it out much, “She tried some medication, they didn’t work that much, but better than the usual situation.” She replies.

“Hmm.” I say acting a nod, “Wait, how long can a woman breastfeed? Like she can breastfeed for her lifetime?” I ask quickly without breaking the flow of direction.

“Why are you getting all these doubts at once?” she asks with a chuckle hearing my flow of questions.

“Eh like I said, I got curious about this at once.” I say shrugging off.

“Ok yeah a woman can lactate until she reaches her menopause and then chances will be less that she can produce milk.” she says simply.

Even though we three were open in family matters, I never had this sort of discussion with my mom or my sister, but I’m excited that my mom isn’t backing out when asked about these.

“Hmm interesting!” I say nodding.

“Wait, what about you? That means you can lactate too?” I ask suddenly but felt like it was too straight forward and regretted instantly.

“What?” she kind of screamed suddenly turning around towards me.

“Why are you curious about your mom’s ability of lactating?” she asks in return.

“Ugh it’s just a question out of curiosity mom.” I say acting a bit down for her response.

“Well, I haven’t reached my menopause yet, so yes, I can.” she says with a bit of pause.

“Then why couldn’t you help feed Shraddha and ask Radha to stay here with us?” I ask as if it’s an obvious option.

“That’s what we did for a few days, but it’s not suggestable to rely on others to breastfeed like that.” she says simply.

“Oh right!” I say nodding and grinning inside as now I reached the checkpoint to make her accept about the breastfeeding.

“So you are able to produce more than her?” I ask curiously.

I continuously feel cringe on one side as I’m literally asking my mom about silly stuff related to her and my sister, but it’s turning me on too. I wonder how she feels when explaining these to her son.

“That…” she pauses realizing that it’s going deeper into the topic.

“Yeah kind of.” She finishes the sentence but clear from her expressions that she is holding back something.

I felt it’s too much for a night’s discussion already and just nodded and lied on my side of bed to sleep. She kept her phone aside and pulled her sheets to sleep and I turned off the lights. I never had any inconvenience sleeping and living in same room with my mom and most of the times, I cuddle her hand to sleep peacefully. As time passed, I couldn’t sleep and kept rolling on bed and a few hours later, I can hear my mom snoring heavily in sleep. I slowly slide my body towards her and wrap my hand around her waist gently so that she won’t wake up. The silky nightdress material makes my work easier and she is facing me in sleep too, so I brought my face closer to hers but kept it a bit down at her neck. She doesn’t seem to be on any perfume, I can low-key feel her body smell from her armpits and that made me even hornier for some reason.

I place my leg slowly on her thighs and hold her back tightly with my hand and slowly bury my head between her breasts as if I’m nudging myself to feel comfy and it’s not new for us to do that, but surely it’s new for me the way I look at it. I can’t even find my own pillow as comfy as her two soft breasts. My hands are low-key shaking and eager to grab or do something and I just started to slide my right hand on her back towards her plump ass. Maybe it’s because of the material or maybe it’s because of her skin itself, it feels so soft today.

As soon as I place my hand on her ass, she gets her senses slightly and moans a bit trying to adjust herself on bed. My body freezes the next moment she made the slightest move and closed my eyes fully. A few minutes later, she started snoring again and I pulled her hand onto my shirtless body so that we’re in a hugging position and I can feel her armpits better now. A few moments later, I can feel some wetness on my nose and I can sniff that her smell is changing too. I slowly pulled myself a bit away from her to see about it and can see a hazy wet patch on her nightdress around her nipples again. I can’t believe that she’s oozing milk out again and that too without anyone sucking her breasts. My tongue eagerly stuck out and slowly moved forward to lick that wet patch at least once. The moment my tongue touched and made a small lick on her dress, she jerked a bit and woke up in half sleep and pulled herself away from her.

I became motionless for a moment and my heart started beating twice as much and just continued to close my eyes as if I’m fully asleep if not for dead already. She wipes her eyes and rubs her areolas with her hands to notice that she’s leaking milk again. She sighs and walks towards bathroom staggering and I let out a soft sigh of relief as she didn’t doubt anything. I still feel my heart racing and adjusted myself on bed and it took her nearly 15-20 minutes to come out of bathroom. She simply returned and slept beside me but facing the other side and I felt that it’s too risky and not worth the risk either in that position, so I turned around and tried to sleep but still can’t. I feel like masturbating and slowly dropped my boxers while looking at her. The moonlight from the window makes it a bit visible inside the room even in midnight. I can see her nightdress contracting between her ass cheeks and her curvy waist lying beside me flawless. I slowly dropped my left hand on her waist as if I’m in middle of sleep and started to masturbate a bit eagerly.

This is the first time I ever did something like this during masturbation, but the result is a bit huge load of cum, compared to my usual quantity. I wiped it off with some tissue from table and slept peacefully for the night.

The next day went normally and I got many chances to stare at her flawless body and I feel like I’m spending my whole day trying to perv on my own mom, but she’s totally worth it at this moment. We finish dinner and head to bed as usual.

“Oye, let’s play chess or something?” I ask suggestively and I address her in many ways usually.

“Hmm ok, bring it.” she says simply with her cute smile and lied on bed.

I bring the chess board and place it between us and sit facing her and start the game. She lied in front of me so that it would be more comfy, but now I can see her deep cleavage as she didn’t care to cover it or anything. Her huge breasts are almost popping out and as if she held them together, making a passage in between them. As we’re in the middle of game, I can notice that both of us are equally intrigued in it, and her more as she is a better player than me. She got up and sat quickly as the game started to become interesting. Suddenly I notice thin wet patches on her nightdress again and within a minute, they started to get dense but she’s too involved in the game to notice this.

“Uhm mom, are you…” I pause blinking my eyes, “are you leaking milk?” I ask looking at her breasts but trying to look at eyes quickly.

“Ugh fuck! Not again.” she says with a sigh pulling her nightdress and checking the patches.

“Wait, this happens to you daily?” I ask curiously.

She looks at me furrowing her brows, “Yes.” she just replies in a low-key cold manner.

“Then why didn’t you take care of it these many years?” I ask concerned about it.

She chuckled softly hearing that, “These many years? This started to happen since a few days back that’s all, so I thought it’ll be normal again after a few days.” she says shrugging off shaking her nightdress slightly.

“Well I mean what are you doing when that happens?” I ask in return.

“Uhm I try to squeeze the milk out manually?” she says with a bit of embarrassment and gets up to walk towards bathroom.

“Manually? As in squeeze them with your own hands?” I ask curiously.

“Of course, what else do you expect?” she says leaving the room to bathroom.

I felt like a retard to ask such dumb questions and ruin my chance to take advantage of the situation. I waited for 15 more minutes and she returned with a new nightdress and sat on bed and sigh with relief.

“Uhm mom, I don’t know if I can say this, but do tell me if you need any help.” I say stuttering and acting a bit naïve and actually concerned rather than coming out desperate.

She furrows her brows hearing that, “What do you mean by help?” she asks to confirm.

“Well you know, if you ever feel like… using an extra hand…” I say staggering and beating around the bush.

“I don’t think so anyway.” She says coldly and straight forward.

“Ahh ok! Just felt like asking openly.” I say shrugging off but regretted asking that.

“Yeah, let’s sleep? I’m in no mood to continue the game.” she says simply and pulls her sheets off and waits for me to turn the lights off.

I turn the lights off and assumed it might be risky tonight to do anything, so I maintained my distance and just masturbated imagining her. The next day is going normally and she is in kitchen preparing lunch while I’m in living room watching TV. I hear a small scream suddenly from kitchen and quickly run towards her and notice that she cut her finger while cutting vegetables.

“Oh fuck, wait lemme bring the first aid.” I say and quickly runs to bring the first aid box.

I make the bandage and let the blood clot at the surface and tell her to take some rest and I’d order something for lunch and dinner too. She nods and walks to bedroom to sleep for a while. We finish lunch and she manages eating with a spoon and she cut her left finger anyway. We head to bed after our dinner and as soon as I slept on bed and looked at her, I can see slight wet patches on her breasts.

“Mom you’re having them again… what the hell, we should do something about them.” I say acting concerned about it.

She looks down to her breasts and rolls her eyes noticing it, “Well my hand isn’t good, so I guess I have to postpone the milking.” she says shrugging off and lies on her side of bed.

“What? What do you mean by postpone? Would you be leaking milk for the next week like that?” I ask sternly.

“Well what am I supposed to do? I can’t squeeze them fully with one hand.” she says in return.

“But I can do it with my two hands.” I say sternly.

“What? You’re gonna squeeze milk out of my breasts? Ughh!” she says with a sigh and embarrassment.

“Yeah! I mean I know that it’s weird and all, but come on, it will be between us and that too I’m doing it for you.” I say with a convincing voice.

“Are you really serious about it?” she asks with same embarrassment.

“Yes, I can’t let you be like that for a week because of one finger injury.” I say shrugging off.

“Uhm I don’t know, it feels wrong to even think about it.” she says thinking about it.

“Well I mean I once touched them and milked them, so it isn’t that wrong you know?” I say with a slight smile.

“Ugh shut up!” she says chuckling hearing that.

“Ok fine, but never ever say this to anyone else. Not even to Radha.” she says sternly.

I feel like I’ve already won just by hearing that. “Of course, you bet. This stays between us. I promise.” I say assuring her fully.

“Wait, do we need to do it in bathroom? Or here?” I ask curiously.

“Don’t you think it would be a bit weird in bathroom together? Just bring a vessel and do it here and get on with it quickly. I’m already embarrassed enough.” she says with a sigh.

I nodded quickly and felt as if each second I delay, the chances of her changing her mind are high and quickly went to kitchen and brought a vessel and placed it on bed in front of her. I eagerly jumped on to bed and looked at her with wide eyes waiting for her instructions.

“Ugh ok look, it’s already weird, so don’t make it weirder. Just squeeze the milk simply and collect it in vessel and dispose of it and let’s assume that it never happened and sleep.” she says swiftly and that kind of discourages me, but I just nodded simply.

“Yes, should I get behind you? Or beside you?” I ask curiously.

“Get behind me, I can’t look at you when you do it.” she says shaking her head.

I nod and hop behind her and sit on my knees so that I can look down at her while I do it while she sits folding her knees and takes a deep breath before unzipping her nightdress slightly to reveal her breasts. I never felt that nervous for any reveal and in front of my eyes, her left breast popped out from the dress. She held it with her hand and just by looking I can feel the heaviness of it. I place the vessel in front of her left breast and bend slightly to put my face on her shoulders and hold her soft left breast as carefully as she did and it’s melting like butter.

Her brownish black areolas are more beautiful than my sister’s because these are widespread. As soon as I start to squeeze them, the first few streams of milk spurt out quickly and sprinkled across the bed in front of her. I stopped quickly as she sighed seeing that.

“Concentrate, don’t ruin the bed.” she says sternly and closes her eyes.

I nod and squeeze it slowly to make the flow a bit more controlled, yet to fail nonetheless. The milk continued to spray uncontrollably wetting the bed slightly in front of us. My hands started to get a bit wet with the milk and her heavy veiny engorged breasts started to get shiny and less heavy as the milk started to fill the vessel. Within a few minutes, I am able to squeeze the most out of left breast and now the flow is very low. I took my hands off of her breast so that I can continue with her other one. As she put her left one inside and takes the right one outside, I licked my fingers to taste the milk, but I felt like I tasted my fingers more than the milk’s taste.

I hopped in front of her, “Wait, look at all this… I have a better idea to do this.” I say looking at her.

“What is that?” she asks irritated.

“How about you look up or close your eyes, and I lie in your lap to squeeze the milk, but with my mouth.” I suggest with a smile.

“Oh hell no, no way that you’re gonna drink my milk from my breasts directly again. The very thought feels so wrong.” she says sternly without a second thought.

I sigh hearing that, “Oh come on… it’s not like I’m an outsider right? And I’m just trying to help you by being a good son. Imagine cleaning the stains out of these sheets and all.” I whine quickly.

“Ok this is getting hard and complicated. I don’t think I can do any of this.” she says shaking her head.

“Ugh. We agreed that we don’t tell anyone about this? Why do you talk as if I’m doing these with some other intention?” I ask in a low voice wontedly.

Her expression changes for a moment seeing me asking like that, “I don’t know honey, it just feels wrong.” she says still holding her breast with her hand and in a dilemma whether to keep it inside or not.

“I don’t care about what others say as right or wrong. Do you really think me drinking milk from your breasts is a wrong thing?” I ask straight forward looking at her.

She pauses and thinks for a while, “I… just don’t know what to say anymore honey.” she replied in a weak voice.

That voice is a chance for me to take advantage and no way to lose it again, “Alright that’s it, stop worrying about society norms, if you really feel like it’s wrong or if you don’t like feeding your son, just tell me.” I say sternly and started dragging the vessel away from her and slowly put my head in her lap while she is still in emotional and ethical dilemma.

She is clearly unable to stop me from doing that and just kept silent as I took her breast in my hands and pulled it towards my face. It’s like her breast landed on my face fully, weighing heavy full of milk, waiting to be emptied by me. Without a second thought, my lips latched around her brown areola and started to suck the milk eagerly. The first stream as usual was strong enough to fill my mouth and it took me a few gulps until I suck more from her breast and some of the milk started to ooze out of my mouth too. I can feel how her body responds when I do it, especially her soft moans. I tilted my face slightly just to see her biting her lip and closing eyes and her right hand started to brush my hair as if she’s really breastfeeding me.

I wrapped my other hand around her back waist and continued to suck her breasts until they’re almost empty too. Even after finishing the sucking, she is still in that trance state, and I assumed it’s because of the lack of a male touch for 7-8 years. I don’t wish to leave her lap either, but she snapped out of it after a few seconds and held her breasts gently and pushed it inside again and looked at me as a gesture to get away from her lap. I simply lie on bed from her lap looking at her without saying anything.

“Well, that was as sweet as you mom.” I say with a smile looking at her eyes.

I can notice the emotional look in her eyes as a response and she just smiled softly, but genuinely looking at me.

“So see, that’s not actually as weird as you were afraid of! A few more times, and we’ll be used to it.” I say joyfully getting up and grabbing the vessel to dispose the milk.

“Yeah we’ll see.” she says calmly, but I would obviously consider that a positive sign given her expressions and voice.

I dispose the milk and come to bed and lie close to her, cuddling her tightly by pressing my face at her breasts even though she is awake.

“I just can’t see you suffering because you still have me mom.” I say even though that’s becoming a bit too much.

But I know that she’s usually a sucker for those words. As I expected, she kisses on my forehead and pulls me closer in her embrace and I turn off the light. That can be considered as the best night in my life, where I literally caressed her breasts tightly for the whole night and had my hard-on for full night.

The next morning I wake up and she’s still asleep beside me. I desperately feel like pushing things up a bit and slowly pulled her zip down to let those tensed breasts free and they popped out freely. I raise her arm slowly to expose her armpit and to give me better access for her breasts. She seems to be still in a bit of deep sleep, and her body smell is hitting my face slightly making me lose control. I slowly started to make circles around her areolas with my tongue gently. Her body started to respond as she started to move involuntarily and moan slightly in sleep.

Within a few seconds, I can feel milk on my tongue as I latched my lips and started to suck them gently. The movements are getting intense and she is about to wake up, and I quickly turned her on her back so that her breasts are even more free now and I have complete access to them with her both arms raised and zipper pulled down until her ribs.

She opens her fully, just to notice her own son resting on her nipples sucking milk early morning while she’s half naked on bed with him. She furrowed her brows seeing me like that and quickly pushed me away.

“I thought if I do it twice a day, you would feel much better mom… and moreover I needed this early in the morning too.” I say shrugging off but boldly.

“What do you mean? This is not what we agreed upon.” she says lowering her voice, remembering how good it felt when I milked her.

“Well I agreed upon the fact that we’re gonna help each other. And I think I’m fulfilling both.” I say shrugging off and crawling towards her slowly and resting my head in her lap gently.

“Come on mom, don’t tell me you didn’t love it too.” I say in a low-key cheesy way holding her hands and loosening them gently. Her hands started to go loose on the hold of her nightdress.

“It’s not just about that honey….I mean…” she pauses as she’s unsure of anything now.

“Shhh, now let go of those and free your arms.” I say parting her arms and pulling the zip down again and fully sliding the nightdress top off of her upper body, revealing her massive jugs finally.

“I love them you know? They’re as huge as your heart and your milk is as sweet as you.” I say looking up at her eyes as I start to suckle on her tits again but this time even wilder, and the purpose does change now.

She knows that it’s not just about helping her anymore, and she can’t herself but to give in to my touches on her body. I had my morning milk, more than what I usually have at mornings, and this is sweeter than them, and filled with love as well. She still sits there speechless, but surely enjoyed it fully. I started to make it more of a usual thing between us by doing it whenever I feel like it. If we’re watching TV, I feel like having milk, I’d instantly suck on her tits and she even stopped objecting now. I started to cuddle her every night, closer, tighter, sometimes bury my face between her huge bare breasts. I love how natural she smells without any perfume, but obviously I can’t tell her about these.

The one thing I didn’t do so far, is to get her fully naked. It was just naked for the top part and as days passed, I’m getting bored of just sucking on her breasts even though they’re as beautiful as the first day. I started to think of ways to get her naked and to fully claim her as my woman by nutting inside her. She became softer after these, but more loving and calm and less objections. The way her body responds to my touches is the only boost for me to take my next step.

To be continued….

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/shnmee/how_i_milked_my_mother_mf