Authors Note: All characters engaging in any sexual activity are over the age of 18 years.
Recently I have encountered a huge problem. It has taken over my life, interfering with every little thing I do. I couldn't even drink a cup of coffee without getting bothered by it. I have become obsessed with breast milk. And it's not the scientific, research kind of way. It is in the worst possible way, the sexual way. I have become obsessed, absolutely sexually obsessed with breast milk.
I couldn't get the image of dripping milk from the tip of puffed up nipples out of mind. The thin jets of milk spraying out of them, the thick drops of milk hanging at the edge of a chewed up nipple, streams of milk oozing out of soft, succulent pair of tits. These are the things that I'll be imagining during the day and the night. And it's not just limited to that. All day I'm picturing myself sucking at the tits of women, drinking from them, cajoling the milk out of them, licking the droplets of milk from all around the areola.
It has gotten even worse in the last week or so.
I'll be walking down the street and some woman may happen to pass by me. And the next thing I know I'm standing there in the middle of the street, my tongue hanging out, staring at her tits, sucking them, licking them, drinking the milk from them, lost in the fantasy world.
I'll be picking up my latte. And the next thing I know I'm standing there in the middle of Starbucks, my eyes fixed at the tits of the nice barista girl, drinking the milk from her left breast while she pours her milk in my coffee from her right one, lost in the fantasy world.
I'll be sitting in my office, looking at some files when my secretary, Mrs. Smith, walks in to remind me about some meeting. And the next thing I know I'm sitting there in the middle of day, getting my head cradled in her lap while sucking her teats, as drops of milk are getting saturated under my nose forming a false moustache, getting my dick pumped as she douses it with her milk to function as lube, lost in the fantasy world.
You get the picture.
Lately, I am starting to think that the women know. Obviously they know that I am gawking at them, more specifically ogling at their tits. But no, I'm not talking about that. I think they know that I'm imagining myself drinking their milk. There is no reason for my hypothesis, but I think I'm right.
Just the other day, Mrs. Smith smiled at me funny when she caught me ogling her tits, her lactating tits. It was as if she knew what was running through my mind. It was... spooky. From that day onwards she has been wearing low cut blouses and there's this look she gives me when no one else is watching. I'm quite sure she even made a gesture of dripping milk once when we were the only two people left in the office, but it could be my mind playing tricks on me.
But I'm constantly on edge because of it. First is the fear of getting exposed as some lactation obsessed freak, and the second is that I don't think I can hold out for much longer before it takes over my life. I'm afraid I may just impregnate someone just so I could drink her milk afterwards.
If only my mom hadn't sent me that picture of her. Everything would be fine. I would just be a normal guy, who has a slight breast fetish and that's all. But now I have turned into some lactation crazy pervert on a downward spiral who can't go a second without thinking about milk.
You guessed it.
Like any other sexual issue, it all started with my mother. More specifically it started when my mother sent me a photo of her.
She had just returned home after shopping for some new outfits with my sister and sent me a pic of herself trying out one of them. Honestly she looked very nice in it, much sexier than in any of the old things she usually chose for herself. But the problem wasn't that she looked sexy or that I could feel a little tingle in my dick when I looked at her. The problem was my sister. I don't know if she realized it or not but my sister was visible in the background.
At first I couldn't believe my eyes.
There she was. My sister. My sister with her two year old daughter. My sister feeding her two year old daughter. My sister with her tits hanging out in the open. My sister with her right tit getting sucked on while a clear line of milk running down her left tit.
I was lost to the world after that. I didn't know what came over me but I just had to rub one out before I could even make sense of what just happened right then. It was a shock to my system. I had never ever thought about my sister that way.
My mom, sure.
But never my sister.
It was truly odd in some sense as she looked much the same as our mother. Growing up my mom was always a feature in my fantasies. It's understandable given that she raised us a single mother and always spoiled us a little bit more than what would be called as normal. So we were a close knit family and as it was bound to happen I developed a crush on her. I think she knows about it but we never made a big deal about it or discussed it in any form. My sister on the other hand was much more like a brother. She's two year older than me and likes to act as if it makes such a difference. It bothered me when we were kids as I had to listen to her just because she was the elder between the two of us but now I'm okay with it.
There are other advantages that come with being the youngest.
We were exceptionally close when we were kids, still are, but that just worked as some sort of barrier when it came to sexual things though. Like I could tell her about any and all the girls I was currently interested in, apart from mom of course, but there was never a time when I thought about her as a romantic interest. I think it's got something to do with how she used to be a tomboy, quick to pick fights, quick to brave dangers.
But anyway, as I was saying I never saw her in that way. So it was quite odd that the image of her feeding my niece had such a profound impact on me. I didn't think much of it at that time though. Cause I had a date with Nicole that night, I much more focused on getting some pussy. The real problem started after that night.
The date had gone well and I was back at her place. We were getting into it. And I guess, knowingly or unknowingly, I was paying much more than the usual attention to her tits. Like I have always been a breast man, and it was the main thing why I had started dating Nicole. But I was really giving it to her that night. Sucking her tits, licking them, mauling them, I did it all. And it was then that she made a comment.
"You know, no matter how much you try, milk won't come out of them."
She laughed at her own little joke. But what she didn't know at the time was this little comment of hers would spell the end of our relationship. That innocuous little comment of hers had started the cycle that which I'm currently trying to get out of. I didn't make much of it that night. But the next morning while I was sitting in my office, it kept coming back to me. It was stuck in my head. So when I returned home the first thing I did was to search everything and anything about breast milk. And gradually I descended into the world of porn. I lost track of time as I watched one video after another and filled up one tissue after another.
During the week that followed, as I got more and more obsessed with breast milk and lactating women I got more and more enthusiastic in my pursuit of coaxing a drop, just a single drop, of milk from Nicole's tits.
I know it is extremely unlikely, but it doesn't hurt to try does it?
That's what I thought but Nicole clearly didn't. Because it was only a couple of days later that she broke up with me.
"I can't do this anymore. You are obsessed and sick."
She said before she left my house. It was just as well. The relationship had run its course. I still suspect that it was just a convenient excuse for her. I went on few dates after that but nothing worked out as I got too worked up too soon and scared the women away. After the fourth failed one I understood that Nicole was right in one thing she said. That I was sick, I am sick.
So why didn't I go to a psychiatrist you may ask.
I would have if it was an option. You see, my sister's a well known psychiatrist in the city. So it is all well and good for her but what I can't do anymore is go to one of her colleagues and tell them that I've become obsessed with breast milk. Now I don't know it for a fact but I suspect psychiatrists don't keep their mouths shut in each other's company. I mean how could you, when there's so much juicy gossip to be had.
And how could anyone forget that famous scene from The Sopranos?
That's why going to a psychiatrist for help was never an option for me. I didn't want my sister to know about my issue and how it stemmed because of her tits. And I definitely didn't want my mother fussing over me in this fragile state of mine.
Because let's be honest with ourselves, no daughter can keep such a secret from their mother, especially if it concerns another family member.
So I did the only thing I could do. I endured. I don't know how much more time it will take for this to pass or if it will ever pass. In that case I may have to just learn to hide it. I just may have to forever suppress this urge of mine. I'm sure I can learn to do it if given enough time.
Now you may ask what the big deal is.
The reason why I'm freaking out is because my mom and my sister are coming to visit me today. Yes, the both of them. The two people I absolutely don't want to be with are coming over to stay the weekend at my place. I should have known this would have happened but I was so busy dealing with the other thing that I just didn't have the energy to think this far out.
You see, I had been dodging my mom's calls for over a week now. What else could I do? Even her voice seemed to put me in a trance of breast milk utopia. Now that I think about it, it was definitely a wrong move to screen her calls. For a mother so close to her children such as her, it must have spelled trouble that her son was dodging her persistently. Adding insult to injury, I hadn't talked to my sister in weeks, hadn't even gone up to check up on my niece.
This was bound to happen at some point. The only positive of this visit that I can think of is that it would be the moment of truth. If I can somehow get through this weekend without doing anything crazy or comprising myself than the rest would be piece of cake. I can look forward to a bright future of milk free breasts and put to rest my obsession, if only I can get through this weekend.
*Ding*Dong*
There' here. I looked at my watch and it was just after nine o'clock.
'So soon. Shit.'
I quickly tidied whatever needed to be tidied and put on my sunglasses. I know. Very unoriginal and uninspired. But it's what I can think of at the moment to shield my wandering eyes. It's something.
The bell has continued to ring in the meantime. I breathed out a sigh and opened the door. My mother is standing outside with her hands on her hips, looking quite pissed from what I can tell. And my sister is right there behind her also not happy that I have made them wait for so long before opening the door.
"Tom!"
My mother says my name in a way only a mother can. It only takes her a single word to express all her discontent with me. I always find it a bit unbelievable that mothers around the globe are able to do that.
"I know. I know."
Somehow I'm still able to keep my cool and not stare at their milky-milky breasts. But I don't know how long this can continue. So I rush out while screaming at top of my lungs.
"I'm going for a run. Do whatever. I'll be back in an hour or two."
That should be enough time to get my head straight. Anyway this is the most amount of I can stall for at this point.
I am keeping my head down while running around the block. Don't want another one of my incidents to happen now that my mom is at my place. I still remember the other day; I was blankly staring at the neighbor's wife, in the middle of the street in broad daylight, when she returned home after dropping off her kids at school. She caught me ogling her tits and gave me a disgusted look as if I was some bug or something. It was embarrassing. And the worst part of it is that she doesn't even look that hot. She's only so-so. And if it was before I would never even give her a second glance. So that's why I am running with the hoody pulled over my head and my sunglasses covering my eyes.
'She looked so hot.'
Before I rushed out I didn't forget to take a good look at my mother. I mean, how could I not? It would have been a blasphemy otherwise. She was looking as hot as ever. Her snug jeans did nothing to hide her round butt from my eyes; they only ever accentuated the curviness of them. And don't get me started on her boobs. They are as beautiful as ever, round and heavy, pushing out of her tight top. Her angelic face and those brown pretty eyes are things of art and just one glance of them is enough to soothe me in the worst of my days. But today I am more aroused than soothed. And when our eyes met for an instant I noted some concern in hers but it was nothing as major as I had earlier thought it to be. So I sneaked another peek at her boobs before I ran away.
'I wonder if she still has milk in them...'
Speaking of milk, I could not believe the size of boobs on my sister. Sure they must get puffed because of obvious reasons but they looked beyond swelled up. The sight of them was delicious. It's good I got out of there when I did. I might have lunged on her if waited even a second longer. Other than her boobs she looked the same as ever, there was no sign of post pregnancy weight gain. I mean yes, Denise, my niece, is two years old but I have seen many a women who have trouble losing weight after giving birth. Now that I look back I can't ever recall her looking even a pound over. She's always slender which only makes her big boobs that much harder to ignore. Her gigantic boobs on her tall athletic body are just out of this world crazy.
'Crazy I never had a thing for her when she's essentially a less curvy version of Mom.'
*Beep*
I jump out of my skin as a car passes by me, blaring its loud horn.
'This motherfucker. Honking on an empty street.'
I look around to see that I have run somewhere completely out of my route. All this thinking about my sister and her boobs has thrown me off. I try to make sense of the place by looking at the road signs as I have left my cell phone in the house. As I look at the row of houses, I spot someone I know.
'What's Mrs. Smith doing here?'
This is really odd. I didn't know she lived so close to my neighborhood. I start to jog towards her only to stop in my tracks. 'What will happen once I reach her?' There's obviously something going on between the two of us.
'Should I do this?'
Sex with a colleague is frowned upon in the firm. And she's my secretary, it's not like I can dump her or fire her if I ever get bored with her.
'Am I ready for this?'
But there's no guarantee that anything will happen. Maybe I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill. And it's not like I've got any other choice anyway. I have to get directions from her. So I resume my way towards her.
When I reach her yard I find her doing some gardening. She's squatting down in the sun and a bead of sweat is running down her nape. Her flimsy shirt has turned almost see-through and her black bra underneath is visible to my eyes. I can even make out the shape of her juicy globes as I stand here ogling her. Now she isn't as hot as my mother, no one is, but I must admit she is one foxy MILF. And all her assets are laid bare for me to feast my eyes upon as she is immersed in her work, unaware of my presence behind her. I gulp in a breath and take in this beautiful sight before calling her name.
"Mrs. Smith?"
She turns back and is surprised by my presence.
"Tom? What are you doing here?"
"I'm lost."
"Lost? I don't understand?"
"Yeah, I'm lost."
"Hmm... Why don't you come in first?"
My mind is focused solely on her retreating figure. Her slightly pump body looks very nice as her ass bounces up and down. There's a sway to her hips which has me in a trance as I am trying hard not to drool over at this sexy, milfy, teasing secretary of mine.
"Tom?"
"So you're telling me that you went for a run as you had guests over for the weekend and ended up on my doorsteps because you got lost."
I am sitting on the couch in her living room. She is sitting right by me and sticking very close to me. She has washed up but I can still smell her aroma. It is driving me crazy. Her nose is almost touching my neck and I could listen to her heart beat as I'm sure she can mine. I don't pay attention to her as there's nothing more interesting to me than her wonderful tits. My eyeballs are fixedly staring at them.
"Why do I think it's just an excuse? An excuse to come see me."
She licks my neck and inhales my scent as her hand moves over my crotch, rubbing it tentatively. I can barely breathe as her whole body is now leaning on mine. Her tits are pressed against my arm and I can feel the softness of her flesh as she mashes them into me again and again.
"I see how you look at me. How you openly gawk at my tits."
"Do you like them?"
I nod my head to her question. It's like I am little schoolboy dancing to her tune. I can't think, I can't resist, I can't do anything other than stick out my tongue. I want to lick her, taste her, and suck her. I want to drink her milk.
"We have to be quick."
She opens her blouse and her tits spill out. My mind goes blank as I attack her with gusto. Her hands pull my head to her tits as I slurp on them. Her leg reaches around me and I feel her pulling my hard cock out of my pants. But all I'm focusing on are her dark nipples. I'm like an animal as I bite them and suck on them alternatively.
"Oh Tom, I knew it."
She moans as push both her tits together to bring her nipples close. And I take them in my mouth. I can't describe how much I've wanted to do that.
"Oh Tom yes. More. Suck them."
She is now stroking my cock with increasing ferocity. I love every second of it. The only thing missing is that there isn't any milk in her tits. But I'm sure if I work hard enough I will be rewarded for my efforts, one day.
"Mrs. Smith, I love your tits."
She gives me a smooch after I shout out my feelings. Our tongues dance crazily in each other's mouth as our lips get slobbered with spit. Her hands are almost a blur on my cock and she is panting and heaving as I play with her tits. I look at her tits and the redness of them is just like an art to my eyes. Her nipples are thick and erect and her areola has turned a shade darker.
I just can't get enough of her breasts though. So I press them together and jiggle them against my tongue making her whimper in response.
"I'm close Tom. I'm close."
I get even crazier listening to her pleasure filled cries. I never thought it was true that some women can cum just from their tits but boy was I wrong. She bucks her whole body as I chew on her nipples and lets out a long cry.
"Cumming..."
Her hand almost slows to a stop but I don't. I keep hanging off her tits as if my life depended on it. My hands are busy pushing more of soft flesh inside my mouth as she resumes jerking my cock.
"Mrs. Smith..."
I barely have a chance as she engulfs my cock in her mouth. I am a little upset that she has taken away her tits but I'm too close to cumming so I forgive her for that. She sucks me clean and guzzles my cum as I shoot it deep into her throat. She is a pro, I tell you. Not a drop goes to waste as she sticks out her tongue to show me that she swallowed all of it.
"You are awesome."
I pin her down on the couch and she giggles as I suck on her tits. After that wonderful experience I know that I'll be seeing more of her. There's no way that I can stop after that. But right now I have to get back to my mother and sister before it's too late.
"Can you drop me off at my home?"
I ask her as I lay on top of her, my hands lazily playing with her tits.
"Call me if it gets to be too much."
Mrs. Smith says to me as I stare out at my home.
"Really!? What about your husband?"
"Oh I'm sure I can work my way around her."
She chuckles at my dumbfounded face. This woman is an enigma. I like her.
"Why?"
"Why am I doing this?"
I nod my head. I obviously know my own motivations. But I am floored by her generosity to entertain me. It's quite a mystery that she would have an affair with her boss who is just a few years older than her daughter. It's not like she can't have her pick of men. And I never heard any rumors about her in the office.
"Why indeed."
She kisses my lips. And it is soft one, not like the other time where we were trying to tear each others' tongues off.
"I like it when you stare at my tits. I like your passion. I like you."
"Mrs. Smith..."
"Why don't you call me by my name, now? I think we are way past Mrs. Smith at this point."
"But it's hotter that way."
She giggles at my answer.
"It is, isn't it?"
I give her one last kiss and maul her boobs one last time before I get out of her car and walk towards my home. I feel much more calm and sated and now that I know there's someone who won't kick me out when I get crazy about their tits. I am much more confident that I can get through this weekend without any major incident.
'Maybe I won't even have to hide away for the rest of the day...'
I stroll in the house with a new found confidence, at ease with my condition. But the first thing I see is my sister's ass. She is stretching out on a yoga mat and all my confidence goes poof. Her boobs are hanging down as she is in the downward dog position. I detect a hint of wetness on her top and that is enough for my cock to grow to its full length.
She's obviously leaking and I want to taste her.
Before I lose my cool I dash towards the shower in my room. On my way I see my mother is preparing lunch in the kitchen. I so much want to go up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist as I grind my erect dick on her ass but I don't stop for a second.
"Tom? Wher-"
"Shower."
I shout over my shoulders without turning back.
I feel much better now that I have rubbed one out in the shower. I can't believe how hot my sister looks and those dripping tits of her will sure drive me to madness.
"Tom!"
I guess I should get something to eat. This is one of the advantages of having mom over. The food is awesome. I smell Italian as I make my way over to the dining table. I take my seat at the head of the table, between my mother and my sister.
"Look who's here!"
"Tom is everything okay with you?"
My sister is glaring at me while my mother asks in a soft tone.
"It's just work issue. I'm busy with this project."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Mom."
"So busy you couldn't even make time for Denise."
"It's okay Patty. We'll talk more after lunch."
I can tell from my sister's expression that she is not at all pacified despite my mother's words. I decide to focus on my spaghetti and meatballs. It is as exquisite as I expected it to be. I look up from my plate to compliment my mother. But my whole mind gets blown to bits before I can get a single word out of mouth.
My sister is feeding Denise right before my eyes. Both her breasts are out in the open and little Denise is hungrily sucking on one of them while the other one is crying for attention. I can't look away. This is what started all of this. This is the scene of my fantasies. The one thing I dread. The one thing I want to witness. The one thing I want to experience. It's right there. It's right within my reach. Real lactating breasts are just a hands distance away from me.
Patty's breasts are calling to me. My mouth has dried up and I think I have lost control of my hand as it snakes it way towards her breast.
"Tom?"
"You are staring."
"Hmm... What?"
"OH MY GOD!"
My sister's shout brings me back to reality. I peek at her face to see that she has a horrified expression.
'Oh no. The secret's out. I'm done for.'
"You're one of those people aren't you?"
"NO..."
"What!? Who?"
I can't keep up anymore. I think she accused me of being one of those people. I just denied it out of instinct but I don't have a clue what she is talking about.
"Those people. You know. Who think breastfeeding is offensive. You're one of them aren't you?"
"No."
I vehemently deny her.
"I think it's the best thing ever."
"Oh yeah!?"
"Yes, it is."
"So why were you staring?"
"I-I... I was just surprised is all."
"Don't tell me... you want a taste."
My eyes bug out as she extends her unoccupied breast to me. I can't believe my luck. 'Is this happening for real?' I gulp in a mouthful of saliva. Just as I make up my mind to go for it, she bursts out laughing and pulls back my treasure right from under my nose.
"You should've seen your face. Pfft..."
"Patty, don't tease your brother like that."
That was close. I almost fell for it. I should've figured it out. It was too good to be true. I glare at Patty but she is looking at me a little funny.
'Did she realize it?'
"Isn't Denise a little too old to be still breastfeeding?"
I try to distract her attention. And this is the best I could come up with. I know, uninspired.
"No she's not. It's perfectly normal."
Patty replies a bit defensively. Before I can refute her though, Mom starts giggling to my other side. I turn to her and she gives a mysterious smile before breaking out in a chuckle.
"What? What's funny?"
"It's nothing."
"Now, I am curios. Tell me."
"Yes, Mom. Tell us."
"Well, you didn't think seem to think the same when you were a kid."
"What does that mean?"
Mom chuckles for a bit then continues, "You loved to feed from me. In fact you only stopped when you were five years old."
"What!?"
"Pfft... Hahaha."
Patty is having a fit and Mom is also chuckling along. I don't nearly feel the same. It's quite embarrassing.
'Of course. It had to be. That's the reason. It's not sudden, I've always been obsessed.'
I'm quite confused by this new revelation. I never knew about this. I'm a little relieved but also a lot more scared. But what I do know is this, 'I can't take much more of Patty's jiggling boobs.'
'It's time to get out of here.'
"I'm going to take a nap."
Mom calls for me come back but I go straight to my room. I jump up on the bed and sleep overtakes my shortly thereafter.
It's dark out when I open my eyes. My stomach is grumbling.
'I never did finish my meal.'
I sneak towards the kitchen with light footsteps. It's quite tiring to live like a thief in my own house but what else can I do. I want to avoid Mom as long as possible. Today is almost over and after tomorrow they will go back. I have my dinner hurriedly but in relative peace.
"Tom! Come to my room."
'Shucks.'
I didn't realize that Mom knew I was up. I go to her room. She is on her bed, her eyes are shut and her hand is calling for me to join her. I slip in beside her without saying anything. The chance to lay in bed with her is too good to pass up, no matter what the situation is.
Mom turns to her side, now face to face with me. 'The woman of my dreams is on a bed with me,' my dick twitches at that thought. It has been a while since I was this close to her.
'Maybe when I was still living with her, because I can't remember a time ever since I moved to this part of the city...'
Those were the times, Patty had moved away and it was just me and Mom. Sometimes at night we would be watching some late night show and her head would rest over my shoulders as she was about to doze off. I always thought about making a move then but was too scared to go through with it.
'I'm loving this.'
The top button of her night shirt is open and shift a little upward to look inside. I can see her boobs rise and fall with her breath. She has taken off her bra and her milky white boobs are protected only by a thin layer of cloth. My hands are shaking as I am struggling to keep them from tearing away her shirt. I lean forward and almost crash into her when she starts giggling.
"Had fun?"
"I-I... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Naughty!" she bops my head.
I am so embarrassed that I can't even look at her. I completely forgot that she is not asleep. Her body has that affect on me so I shouldn't be surprised anymore. And the way those tasty boobs of hers are rhythmically moving as she chuckles at me it is enough to make me lose all sense of being.
"So, who was the woman in the car?"
"Mrs. Smith."
I automatically give her a reply, busy as I am to sneak a peek at those massive mammaries and then I realize that I shouldn't have. Her smile fades and she turns serious.
"Your secretary?"
"Yes."
There is nothing else I can do. If I lie to her now, she will know. Since I can't lie, I tell her the truth. An enigmatic smile surfaces on her lips.
"Well, you always did like them older."
'I knew it. She knows.'
"So how did it start?"
"This morning."
She taps my nose.
"Naughty boy. How not when."
'Should I tell her?' I ask myself. I am still struggling with it when she does something which makes my decision for me. She shifts downward and her shirt comes undone at the top. I am mesmerized by the sudden brilliant flash of skin. She tries to quickly hide them away but I have enough time to get a really good of them. Her boobs are huge and look heavy. My mind is in disarray and dick is bouncing in my boxers. The rush of blood from my head to my dick must be the culprit as I spill my secrets to her in promise of obtaining a reward greater than life itself.
I recount to her my recent struggles in all their gory details. She giggles along my story and breaks out laughing as I describe to her how Mrs. Smith and I spent our afternoon.
"Tommy, is this your way to seduce me?"
"What!?"
'Here I am baring my soul to her and she thinks it's all a joke, a feeble attempt to cop a feel of her wonderful tits.' Even if she's my mother, that's cold.
"Oh you were serious!"
She stops her giggling and takes my face in her hands.
"Awww. I'm sorry."
She pulls me towards her and kisses me full on lips.
"Let me take care of your problem."
Her shirt is off, for real this time. I can see her boobs in all their naked glory. My mouth hangs open and my dick oozes out a big dollop of pre-cum, wetting my boxers.
"Really?"
"Just this once."
I jump up but right before I'm about to attack her defenseless self, I ask her about Patty.
"Patty?"
"Asleep."
That's all I needed to hear. I have two treasure globes in my hand. I press her breasts and they get mashed between my hands and her body.
Ah, the feel. The elasticity.
My dick is at its hardest state yet. I clumsily hump against her leg as my hands remain fixed on top of her breasts.
"Oh Tommy..."
I look into her eyes as she calls my name. Suddenly I'm overwhelmed. All my movements stop. My hands are shaking and my humping has halted. I can't make sense of what is happening to me and all I can do is gaze into her eyes.
"Aww Tommy. Here..."
She sits up and cradles my head to her bosom. Her breast is teasing my lips and my mouth opens in reflex to suck in the nipple. My eyes close as my hand grabs her other breast. This position is oddly soothing. Lying in Mom's lap, as I suckle at her right teat while playing with the left one, gives me a spine tingling sensation. Her thinly veiled moans have resurrected my softening dick to its full hardness. My boxers feel sticky as they are getting wet by the oozing pre-cum.
"Poor Tommy... you missed Mommy's tits, didn't you?"
My dick jumps listening to Mom talk this way. She smirks at me, "Tommy likes Mommy talking dirty, does he?"
Her tits get pulled with my bending body as I try to hump the air. My circuits are going haywire by the shear surrealism of the situation. I fretted so much about my fetish and my sinful feeling for my mother and my sister but it seems I shouldn't have. Mom doesn't look she is much too concerned with the way she is acting.
'Has she always been this way?'
"Just this once, Tommy."
She gets rid of my boxers and I lose it. I twist and bite her nipples as her fingers wrap around my cock. Her thumb rubs the precum around the helmet of my cock and I claw at her tits due to the resulting waves of pleasure that crash upon me.
"Oh Tommy, such a baby."
She whimpers as I vigorously suck at her tits, now interchanging between them. I don't think I can take this much pleasure, it should not be legal.
Oh wait, never mind.
Her hand is gently stroking my cock while she pats my head with the other one, or at least tries to.
"Shh Tommy... don't move. Let Mommy take care of you."
Mom holds my head with a little more strength forcing me to stay still while her hand massages my cock. My body slackens and the only things I can do are suck on the nipple she has fed me and enjoy the feel of the other one as I clutch at it with my fingers. This feeling of helplessness in my mother's arm... is very satisfying. I have longed for this, to lie in her lap as she masturbates me.
I whimper as she mashes the back of my cockhead. The word rolls out of my tongue as if I have no control over them, "Mommy..."
She stops all movement and I too am shocked at myself. Then she releases a gurgle from her throat and her hand almost tears off my cock as she strokes it with ferocity unlike before. I am shell-shocked by her animalistic display which I suppose is triggered by me calling her "Mommy". But I am not one to be left behind as I too attack her tits. I bite her and chew those mammaries of hers.
"Mommy," I call her once again, making her contort her body. This cycle goes on for some time as I call her mommy between my bouts of slobbering, licking, mauling, clawing and sucking of her tits. And each time she shakes in pleasure. I can tell because I can smell. I can smell her wetness and it is making me hornier, if that is even possible.
'I want to taste her.'
As this thought pounds the walls of brain again and again with increasing frequency, I push her down and take off the rest of her clothes in one fell swoop.
"Oh Tommy, you couldn't wait, could you? Naughty baby."
I observe the folds of her pussy, the place where I came from. Her lips are puffy. Her clit is red and engorged, peeking out of its hood. I run the flat of my tongue over the length of her opening and she twists her legs in response.
"Tommy, baby. You want to eat Mommy?"
"Yes Mommy."
She almost throws me off the bed as her hips jump up. I redouble my efforts as I hold her down and invade her canal with my tongue. The taste is fantastic and I lap up whatever she gives me. Her hands twist my head around by pulling on my hair and she groans as she calls my name again and again.
Then she says something that turns my world upside down.
"Oh Tommy... I think my breasts are going to burst."
I growl and ferociously attack her tits. I'm determined to milk her, to feed from her, to taste her milk, to drown in it, and determined to drink it. I can't hear anything anymore. All I can see is white in front of me. It's like I'm the bull, my mother is the matador and her milk secreting tits is the red cape.
I twist and turn. I suck and bite. I lick and chew.
"Tommy, Tommy... fuck me. Fuck your Mommy. Fuck me and milk will come out of my tits."
I pause and then I feel her lining up my cock with her opening. I ram my cock inside her in one full stroke.
"Oh Tommy yes... I've waited for so long."
I am surprised by this admission but I am not too concerned now. I want my milk and I will fuck her for end of days if that is what I have to do to feed from her.
"Tommy, fuck your Mommy."
She groans as I slam into her once more. The pleasure running from my cock and my mouth is too much but not enough. So I fuck her. I fuck her with force. I ram my cock into her again and again and she shouts my name each time. This may wake Patty yet I don't care.
I piston in and out, in and out but my mouth is fixed on her tits, waiting for that elusive drink.
"Mommy please..."
I whine and she releases a raspy voice as she pulls me back to her tits.
"It's coming Tommy. Drink it Tommy. Drink your Mommy's milk."
As soon as the first drop of her milk hits my tongue I lose myself. Then it happens again, and again and again. And then there is a jet of it. I growl and press her teat to its fullest.
'It's the drink of heavens. The elixir. I want more. I want MORE.'
She is shaking under me as I continue to suck her teat.
"Tommy the other one."
I shift to the yet neglected one and a thick stream flows into my tongue. I don't have time to savor the taste as she douses my face with even more. I am in heaven. It's like nothing I have felt ever before. I suckle on her tits and jets of milk hit my face as I shift between them.
She pushes my hips as she moans, "Tommy. My Baby. You like Mommy's milk, don't you?"
I once again start thrusting my cock.
This is the shit, fucking Mommy while feeding from her. Every little boy dreams of this. It's come true for me.
"Tommy, what do you think of feeding from me? You like it, don't you? If you want more..."
I raise my eyebrows at her.
"If you want more... you'll have to impregnate me."
I am stunned. My eyes widen and her nipple slips out of my mouth.
"You want to Tommy?"
I gulp in what little milk is still left inside my mouth.
"Say Tommy you want to put a baby in me?"
"Then you can drink my milk as much as you want."
I lose it. I seal her mouth with my lips and push my tongue inside trying to reach the back of her throat. My hips are a blur on her as I fuck her like an animal. The image of her pregnant with my child has right on edge and I couldn't wait to shoot my cum in the depths of womb. The same one I came out of.
She pushes my head to her breast, "Put a baby in me Tommy. Make your Momm-"
I can't take anymore, feeding from her, fucking her, the words out of her mouth; it's all too much and forces me to ram my cock powerfully for one last time. She screeches at the end of her sentence and blast my face with her milk as I shoot volleys of cum in her womb. I am right there with her and as tides of pleasure passes through my core, I shout for "Mommy".
My face is covered in her milk and her pussy is covered in mine. I try to run my tongue over the drops of milk dripping out of nipples but am too tired to move even an inch. We jerk in each others' arms as there's barely any energy left in our bodies. As tired as we are, we fail to notice the twisted face of Patty staring at us.
"You are the worst. The both of you..."
*****
Recently I have encountered a huge problem. It has taken over my life, interfering with every little thing I do. I couldn't even drink a cup of coffee without getting bothered by it. I have become obsessed with breast milk. And it's not the scientific, research kind of way. It is in the worst possible way, the sexual way. I have become obsessed, absolutely sexually obsessed with breast milk.
I couldn't get the image of dripping milk from the tip of puffed up nipples out of mind. The thin jets of milk spraying out of them, the thick drops of milk hanging at the edge of a chewed up nipple, streams of milk oozing out of soft, succulent pair of tits. These are the things that I'll be imagining during the day and the night. And it's not just limited to that. All day I'm picturing myself sucking at the tits of women, drinking from them, cajoling the milk out of them, licking the droplets of milk from all around the areola.
It has gotten even worse in the last week or so.
I'll be walking down the street and some woman may happen to pass by me. And the next thing I know I'm standing there in the middle of the street, my tongue hanging out, staring at her tits, sucking them, licking them, drinking the milk from them, lost in the fantasy world.
I'll be picking up my latte. And the next thing I know I'm standing there in the middle of Starbucks, my eyes fixed at the tits of the nice barista girl, drinking the milk from her left breast while she pours her milk in my coffee from her right one, lost in the fantasy world.
I'll be sitting in my office, looking at some files when my secretary, Mrs. Smith, walks in to remind me about some meeting. And the next thing I know I'm sitting there in the middle of day, getting my head cradled in her lap while sucking her teats, as drops of milk are getting saturated under my nose forming a false moustache, getting my dick pumped as she douses it with her milk to function as lube, lost in the fantasy world.
You get the picture.
Lately, I am starting to think that the women know. Obviously they know that I am gawking at them, more specifically ogling at their tits. But no, I'm not talking about that. I think they know that I'm imagining myself drinking their milk. There is no reason for my hypothesis, but I think I'm right.
Just the other day, Mrs. Smith smiled at me funny when she caught me ogling her tits, her lactating tits. It was as if she knew what was running through my mind. It was... spooky. From that day onwards she has been wearing low cut blouses and there's this look she gives me when no one else is watching. I'm quite sure she even made a gesture of dripping milk once when we were the only two people left in the office, but it could be my mind playing tricks on me.
But I'm constantly on edge because of it. First is the fear of getting exposed as some lactation obsessed freak, and the second is that I don't think I can hold out for much longer before it takes over my life. I'm afraid I may just impregnate someone just so I could drink her milk afterwards.
If only my mom hadn't sent me that picture of her. Everything would be fine. I would just be a normal guy, who has a slight breast fetish and that's all. But now I have turned into some lactation crazy pervert on a downward spiral who can't go a second without thinking about milk.
You guessed it.
Like any other sexual issue, it all started with my mother. More specifically it started when my mother sent me a photo of her.
She had just returned home after shopping for some new outfits with my sister and sent me a pic of herself trying out one of them. Honestly she looked very nice in it, much sexier than in any of the old things she usually chose for herself. But the problem wasn't that she looked sexy or that I could feel a little tingle in my dick when I looked at her. The problem was my sister. I don't know if she realized it or not but my sister was visible in the background.
At first I couldn't believe my eyes.
There she was. My sister. My sister with her two year old daughter. My sister feeding her two year old daughter. My sister with her tits hanging out in the open. My sister with her right tit getting sucked on while a clear line of milk running down her left tit.
I was lost to the world after that. I didn't know what came over me but I just had to rub one out before I could even make sense of what just happened right then. It was a shock to my system. I had never ever thought about my sister that way.
My mom, sure.
But never my sister.
It was truly odd in some sense as she looked much the same as our mother. Growing up my mom was always a feature in my fantasies. It's understandable given that she raised us a single mother and always spoiled us a little bit more than what would be called as normal. So we were a close knit family and as it was bound to happen I developed a crush on her. I think she knows about it but we never made a big deal about it or discussed it in any form. My sister on the other hand was much more like a brother. She's two year older than me and likes to act as if it makes such a difference. It bothered me when we were kids as I had to listen to her just because she was the elder between the two of us but now I'm okay with it.
There are other advantages that come with being the youngest.
We were exceptionally close when we were kids, still are, but that just worked as some sort of barrier when it came to sexual things though. Like I could tell her about any and all the girls I was currently interested in, apart from mom of course, but there was never a time when I thought about her as a romantic interest. I think it's got something to do with how she used to be a tomboy, quick to pick fights, quick to brave dangers.
But anyway, as I was saying I never saw her in that way. So it was quite odd that the image of her feeding my niece had such a profound impact on me. I didn't think much of it at that time though. Cause I had a date with Nicole that night, I much more focused on getting some pussy. The real problem started after that night.
The date had gone well and I was back at her place. We were getting into it. And I guess, knowingly or unknowingly, I was paying much more than the usual attention to her tits. Like I have always been a breast man, and it was the main thing why I had started dating Nicole. But I was really giving it to her that night. Sucking her tits, licking them, mauling them, I did it all. And it was then that she made a comment.
"You know, no matter how much you try, milk won't come out of them."
She laughed at her own little joke. But what she didn't know at the time was this little comment of hers would spell the end of our relationship. That innocuous little comment of hers had started the cycle that which I'm currently trying to get out of. I didn't make much of it that night. But the next morning while I was sitting in my office, it kept coming back to me. It was stuck in my head. So when I returned home the first thing I did was to search everything and anything about breast milk. And gradually I descended into the world of porn. I lost track of time as I watched one video after another and filled up one tissue after another.
During the week that followed, as I got more and more obsessed with breast milk and lactating women I got more and more enthusiastic in my pursuit of coaxing a drop, just a single drop, of milk from Nicole's tits.
I know it is extremely unlikely, but it doesn't hurt to try does it?
That's what I thought but Nicole clearly didn't. Because it was only a couple of days later that she broke up with me.
"I can't do this anymore. You are obsessed and sick."
She said before she left my house. It was just as well. The relationship had run its course. I still suspect that it was just a convenient excuse for her. I went on few dates after that but nothing worked out as I got too worked up too soon and scared the women away. After the fourth failed one I understood that Nicole was right in one thing she said. That I was sick, I am sick.
So why didn't I go to a psychiatrist you may ask.
I would have if it was an option. You see, my sister's a well known psychiatrist in the city. So it is all well and good for her but what I can't do anymore is go to one of her colleagues and tell them that I've become obsessed with breast milk. Now I don't know it for a fact but I suspect psychiatrists don't keep their mouths shut in each other's company. I mean how could you, when there's so much juicy gossip to be had.
And how could anyone forget that famous scene from The Sopranos?
That's why going to a psychiatrist for help was never an option for me. I didn't want my sister to know about my issue and how it stemmed because of her tits. And I definitely didn't want my mother fussing over me in this fragile state of mine.
Because let's be honest with ourselves, no daughter can keep such a secret from their mother, especially if it concerns another family member.
So I did the only thing I could do. I endured. I don't know how much more time it will take for this to pass or if it will ever pass. In that case I may have to just learn to hide it. I just may have to forever suppress this urge of mine. I'm sure I can learn to do it if given enough time.
Now you may ask what the big deal is.
The reason why I'm freaking out is because my mom and my sister are coming to visit me today. Yes, the both of them. The two people I absolutely don't want to be with are coming over to stay the weekend at my place. I should have known this would have happened but I was so busy dealing with the other thing that I just didn't have the energy to think this far out.
You see, I had been dodging my mom's calls for over a week now. What else could I do? Even her voice seemed to put me in a trance of breast milk utopia. Now that I think about it, it was definitely a wrong move to screen her calls. For a mother so close to her children such as her, it must have spelled trouble that her son was dodging her persistently. Adding insult to injury, I hadn't talked to my sister in weeks, hadn't even gone up to check up on my niece.
This was bound to happen at some point. The only positive of this visit that I can think of is that it would be the moment of truth. If I can somehow get through this weekend without doing anything crazy or comprising myself than the rest would be piece of cake. I can look forward to a bright future of milk free breasts and put to rest my obsession, if only I can get through this weekend.
*Ding*Dong*
There' here. I looked at my watch and it was just after nine o'clock.
'So soon. Shit.'
I quickly tidied whatever needed to be tidied and put on my sunglasses. I know. Very unoriginal and uninspired. But it's what I can think of at the moment to shield my wandering eyes. It's something.
The bell has continued to ring in the meantime. I breathed out a sigh and opened the door. My mother is standing outside with her hands on her hips, looking quite pissed from what I can tell. And my sister is right there behind her also not happy that I have made them wait for so long before opening the door.
"Tom!"
My mother says my name in a way only a mother can. It only takes her a single word to express all her discontent with me. I always find it a bit unbelievable that mothers around the globe are able to do that.
"I know. I know."
Somehow I'm still able to keep my cool and not stare at their milky-milky breasts. But I don't know how long this can continue. So I rush out while screaming at top of my lungs.
"I'm going for a run. Do whatever. I'll be back in an hour or two."
That should be enough time to get my head straight. Anyway this is the most amount of I can stall for at this point.
I am keeping my head down while running around the block. Don't want another one of my incidents to happen now that my mom is at my place. I still remember the other day; I was blankly staring at the neighbor's wife, in the middle of the street in broad daylight, when she returned home after dropping off her kids at school. She caught me ogling her tits and gave me a disgusted look as if I was some bug or something. It was embarrassing. And the worst part of it is that she doesn't even look that hot. She's only so-so. And if it was before I would never even give her a second glance. So that's why I am running with the hoody pulled over my head and my sunglasses covering my eyes.
'She looked so hot.'
Before I rushed out I didn't forget to take a good look at my mother. I mean, how could I not? It would have been a blasphemy otherwise. She was looking as hot as ever. Her snug jeans did nothing to hide her round butt from my eyes; they only ever accentuated the curviness of them. And don't get me started on her boobs. They are as beautiful as ever, round and heavy, pushing out of her tight top. Her angelic face and those brown pretty eyes are things of art and just one glance of them is enough to soothe me in the worst of my days. But today I am more aroused than soothed. And when our eyes met for an instant I noted some concern in hers but it was nothing as major as I had earlier thought it to be. So I sneaked another peek at her boobs before I ran away.
'I wonder if she still has milk in them...'
Speaking of milk, I could not believe the size of boobs on my sister. Sure they must get puffed because of obvious reasons but they looked beyond swelled up. The sight of them was delicious. It's good I got out of there when I did. I might have lunged on her if waited even a second longer. Other than her boobs she looked the same as ever, there was no sign of post pregnancy weight gain. I mean yes, Denise, my niece, is two years old but I have seen many a women who have trouble losing weight after giving birth. Now that I look back I can't ever recall her looking even a pound over. She's always slender which only makes her big boobs that much harder to ignore. Her gigantic boobs on her tall athletic body are just out of this world crazy.
'Crazy I never had a thing for her when she's essentially a less curvy version of Mom.'
*Beep*
I jump out of my skin as a car passes by me, blaring its loud horn.
'This motherfucker. Honking on an empty street.'
I look around to see that I have run somewhere completely out of my route. All this thinking about my sister and her boobs has thrown me off. I try to make sense of the place by looking at the road signs as I have left my cell phone in the house. As I look at the row of houses, I spot someone I know.
'What's Mrs. Smith doing here?'
This is really odd. I didn't know she lived so close to my neighborhood. I start to jog towards her only to stop in my tracks. 'What will happen once I reach her?' There's obviously something going on between the two of us.
'Should I do this?'
Sex with a colleague is frowned upon in the firm. And she's my secretary, it's not like I can dump her or fire her if I ever get bored with her.
'Am I ready for this?'
But there's no guarantee that anything will happen. Maybe I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill. And it's not like I've got any other choice anyway. I have to get directions from her. So I resume my way towards her.
When I reach her yard I find her doing some gardening. She's squatting down in the sun and a bead of sweat is running down her nape. Her flimsy shirt has turned almost see-through and her black bra underneath is visible to my eyes. I can even make out the shape of her juicy globes as I stand here ogling her. Now she isn't as hot as my mother, no one is, but I must admit she is one foxy MILF. And all her assets are laid bare for me to feast my eyes upon as she is immersed in her work, unaware of my presence behind her. I gulp in a breath and take in this beautiful sight before calling her name.
"Mrs. Smith?"
She turns back and is surprised by my presence.
"Tom? What are you doing here?"
"I'm lost."
"Lost? I don't understand?"
"Yeah, I'm lost."
"Hmm... Why don't you come in first?"
My mind is focused solely on her retreating figure. Her slightly pump body looks very nice as her ass bounces up and down. There's a sway to her hips which has me in a trance as I am trying hard not to drool over at this sexy, milfy, teasing secretary of mine.
"Tom?"
"So you're telling me that you went for a run as you had guests over for the weekend and ended up on my doorsteps because you got lost."
I am sitting on the couch in her living room. She is sitting right by me and sticking very close to me. She has washed up but I can still smell her aroma. It is driving me crazy. Her nose is almost touching my neck and I could listen to her heart beat as I'm sure she can mine. I don't pay attention to her as there's nothing more interesting to me than her wonderful tits. My eyeballs are fixedly staring at them.
"Why do I think it's just an excuse? An excuse to come see me."
She licks my neck and inhales my scent as her hand moves over my crotch, rubbing it tentatively. I can barely breathe as her whole body is now leaning on mine. Her tits are pressed against my arm and I can feel the softness of her flesh as she mashes them into me again and again.
"I see how you look at me. How you openly gawk at my tits."
"Do you like them?"
I nod my head to her question. It's like I am little schoolboy dancing to her tune. I can't think, I can't resist, I can't do anything other than stick out my tongue. I want to lick her, taste her, and suck her. I want to drink her milk.
"We have to be quick."
She opens her blouse and her tits spill out. My mind goes blank as I attack her with gusto. Her hands pull my head to her tits as I slurp on them. Her leg reaches around me and I feel her pulling my hard cock out of my pants. But all I'm focusing on are her dark nipples. I'm like an animal as I bite them and suck on them alternatively.
"Oh Tom, I knew it."
She moans as push both her tits together to bring her nipples close. And I take them in my mouth. I can't describe how much I've wanted to do that.
"Oh Tom yes. More. Suck them."
She is now stroking my cock with increasing ferocity. I love every second of it. The only thing missing is that there isn't any milk in her tits. But I'm sure if I work hard enough I will be rewarded for my efforts, one day.
"Mrs. Smith, I love your tits."
She gives me a smooch after I shout out my feelings. Our tongues dance crazily in each other's mouth as our lips get slobbered with spit. Her hands are almost a blur on my cock and she is panting and heaving as I play with her tits. I look at her tits and the redness of them is just like an art to my eyes. Her nipples are thick and erect and her areola has turned a shade darker.
I just can't get enough of her breasts though. So I press them together and jiggle them against my tongue making her whimper in response.
"I'm close Tom. I'm close."
I get even crazier listening to her pleasure filled cries. I never thought it was true that some women can cum just from their tits but boy was I wrong. She bucks her whole body as I chew on her nipples and lets out a long cry.
"Cumming..."
Her hand almost slows to a stop but I don't. I keep hanging off her tits as if my life depended on it. My hands are busy pushing more of soft flesh inside my mouth as she resumes jerking my cock.
"Mrs. Smith..."
I barely have a chance as she engulfs my cock in her mouth. I am a little upset that she has taken away her tits but I'm too close to cumming so I forgive her for that. She sucks me clean and guzzles my cum as I shoot it deep into her throat. She is a pro, I tell you. Not a drop goes to waste as she sticks out her tongue to show me that she swallowed all of it.
"You are awesome."
I pin her down on the couch and she giggles as I suck on her tits. After that wonderful experience I know that I'll be seeing more of her. There's no way that I can stop after that. But right now I have to get back to my mother and sister before it's too late.
"Can you drop me off at my home?"
I ask her as I lay on top of her, my hands lazily playing with her tits.
"Call me if it gets to be too much."
Mrs. Smith says to me as I stare out at my home.
"Really!? What about your husband?"
"Oh I'm sure I can work my way around her."
She chuckles at my dumbfounded face. This woman is an enigma. I like her.
"Why?"
"Why am I doing this?"
I nod my head. I obviously know my own motivations. But I am floored by her generosity to entertain me. It's quite a mystery that she would have an affair with her boss who is just a few years older than her daughter. It's not like she can't have her pick of men. And I never heard any rumors about her in the office.
"Why indeed."
She kisses my lips. And it is soft one, not like the other time where we were trying to tear each others' tongues off.
"I like it when you stare at my tits. I like your passion. I like you."
"Mrs. Smith..."
"Why don't you call me by my name, now? I think we are way past Mrs. Smith at this point."
"But it's hotter that way."
She giggles at my answer.
"It is, isn't it?"
I give her one last kiss and maul her boobs one last time before I get out of her car and walk towards my home. I feel much more calm and sated and now that I know there's someone who won't kick me out when I get crazy about their tits. I am much more confident that I can get through this weekend without any major incident.
'Maybe I won't even have to hide away for the rest of the day...'
I stroll in the house with a new found confidence, at ease with my condition. But the first thing I see is my sister's ass. She is stretching out on a yoga mat and all my confidence goes poof. Her boobs are hanging down as she is in the downward dog position. I detect a hint of wetness on her top and that is enough for my cock to grow to its full length.
She's obviously leaking and I want to taste her.
Before I lose my cool I dash towards the shower in my room. On my way I see my mother is preparing lunch in the kitchen. I so much want to go up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist as I grind my erect dick on her ass but I don't stop for a second.
"Tom? Wher-"
"Shower."
I shout over my shoulders without turning back.
I feel much better now that I have rubbed one out in the shower. I can't believe how hot my sister looks and those dripping tits of her will sure drive me to madness.
"Tom!"
I guess I should get something to eat. This is one of the advantages of having mom over. The food is awesome. I smell Italian as I make my way over to the dining table. I take my seat at the head of the table, between my mother and my sister.
"Look who's here!"
"Tom is everything okay with you?"
My sister is glaring at me while my mother asks in a soft tone.
"It's just work issue. I'm busy with this project."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Mom."
"So busy you couldn't even make time for Denise."
"It's okay Patty. We'll talk more after lunch."
I can tell from my sister's expression that she is not at all pacified despite my mother's words. I decide to focus on my spaghetti and meatballs. It is as exquisite as I expected it to be. I look up from my plate to compliment my mother. But my whole mind gets blown to bits before I can get a single word out of mouth.
My sister is feeding Denise right before my eyes. Both her breasts are out in the open and little Denise is hungrily sucking on one of them while the other one is crying for attention. I can't look away. This is what started all of this. This is the scene of my fantasies. The one thing I dread. The one thing I want to witness. The one thing I want to experience. It's right there. It's right within my reach. Real lactating breasts are just a hands distance away from me.
Patty's breasts are calling to me. My mouth has dried up and I think I have lost control of my hand as it snakes it way towards her breast.
"Tom?"
"You are staring."
"Hmm... What?"
"OH MY GOD!"
My sister's shout brings me back to reality. I peek at her face to see that she has a horrified expression.
'Oh no. The secret's out. I'm done for.'
"You're one of those people aren't you?"
"NO..."
"What!? Who?"
I can't keep up anymore. I think she accused me of being one of those people. I just denied it out of instinct but I don't have a clue what she is talking about.
"Those people. You know. Who think breastfeeding is offensive. You're one of them aren't you?"
"No."
I vehemently deny her.
"I think it's the best thing ever."
"Oh yeah!?"
"Yes, it is."
"So why were you staring?"
"I-I... I was just surprised is all."
"Don't tell me... you want a taste."
My eyes bug out as she extends her unoccupied breast to me. I can't believe my luck. 'Is this happening for real?' I gulp in a mouthful of saliva. Just as I make up my mind to go for it, she bursts out laughing and pulls back my treasure right from under my nose.
"You should've seen your face. Pfft..."
"Patty, don't tease your brother like that."
That was close. I almost fell for it. I should've figured it out. It was too good to be true. I glare at Patty but she is looking at me a little funny.
'Did she realize it?'
"Isn't Denise a little too old to be still breastfeeding?"
I try to distract her attention. And this is the best I could come up with. I know, uninspired.
"No she's not. It's perfectly normal."
Patty replies a bit defensively. Before I can refute her though, Mom starts giggling to my other side. I turn to her and she gives a mysterious smile before breaking out in a chuckle.
"What? What's funny?"
"It's nothing."
"Now, I am curios. Tell me."
"Yes, Mom. Tell us."
"Well, you didn't think seem to think the same when you were a kid."
"What does that mean?"
Mom chuckles for a bit then continues, "You loved to feed from me. In fact you only stopped when you were five years old."
"What!?"
"Pfft... Hahaha."
Patty is having a fit and Mom is also chuckling along. I don't nearly feel the same. It's quite embarrassing.
'Of course. It had to be. That's the reason. It's not sudden, I've always been obsessed.'
I'm quite confused by this new revelation. I never knew about this. I'm a little relieved but also a lot more scared. But what I do know is this, 'I can't take much more of Patty's jiggling boobs.'
'It's time to get out of here.'
"I'm going to take a nap."
Mom calls for me come back but I go straight to my room. I jump up on the bed and sleep overtakes my shortly thereafter.
It's dark out when I open my eyes. My stomach is grumbling.
'I never did finish my meal.'
I sneak towards the kitchen with light footsteps. It's quite tiring to live like a thief in my own house but what else can I do. I want to avoid Mom as long as possible. Today is almost over and after tomorrow they will go back. I have my dinner hurriedly but in relative peace.
"Tom! Come to my room."
'Shucks.'
I didn't realize that Mom knew I was up. I go to her room. She is on her bed, her eyes are shut and her hand is calling for me to join her. I slip in beside her without saying anything. The chance to lay in bed with her is too good to pass up, no matter what the situation is.
Mom turns to her side, now face to face with me. 'The woman of my dreams is on a bed with me,' my dick twitches at that thought. It has been a while since I was this close to her.
'Maybe when I was still living with her, because I can't remember a time ever since I moved to this part of the city...'
Those were the times, Patty had moved away and it was just me and Mom. Sometimes at night we would be watching some late night show and her head would rest over my shoulders as she was about to doze off. I always thought about making a move then but was too scared to go through with it.
'I'm loving this.'
The top button of her night shirt is open and shift a little upward to look inside. I can see her boobs rise and fall with her breath. She has taken off her bra and her milky white boobs are protected only by a thin layer of cloth. My hands are shaking as I am struggling to keep them from tearing away her shirt. I lean forward and almost crash into her when she starts giggling.
"Had fun?"
"I-I... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Naughty!" she bops my head.
I am so embarrassed that I can't even look at her. I completely forgot that she is not asleep. Her body has that affect on me so I shouldn't be surprised anymore. And the way those tasty boobs of hers are rhythmically moving as she chuckles at me it is enough to make me lose all sense of being.
"So, who was the woman in the car?"
"Mrs. Smith."
I automatically give her a reply, busy as I am to sneak a peek at those massive mammaries and then I realize that I shouldn't have. Her smile fades and she turns serious.
"Your secretary?"
"Yes."
There is nothing else I can do. If I lie to her now, she will know. Since I can't lie, I tell her the truth. An enigmatic smile surfaces on her lips.
"Well, you always did like them older."
'I knew it. She knows.'
"So how did it start?"
"This morning."
She taps my nose.
"Naughty boy. How not when."
'Should I tell her?' I ask myself. I am still struggling with it when she does something which makes my decision for me. She shifts downward and her shirt comes undone at the top. I am mesmerized by the sudden brilliant flash of skin. She tries to quickly hide them away but I have enough time to get a really good of them. Her boobs are huge and look heavy. My mind is in disarray and dick is bouncing in my boxers. The rush of blood from my head to my dick must be the culprit as I spill my secrets to her in promise of obtaining a reward greater than life itself.
I recount to her my recent struggles in all their gory details. She giggles along my story and breaks out laughing as I describe to her how Mrs. Smith and I spent our afternoon.
"Tommy, is this your way to seduce me?"
"What!?"
'Here I am baring my soul to her and she thinks it's all a joke, a feeble attempt to cop a feel of her wonderful tits.' Even if she's my mother, that's cold.
"Oh you were serious!"
She stops her giggling and takes my face in her hands.
"Awww. I'm sorry."
She pulls me towards her and kisses me full on lips.
"Let me take care of your problem."
Her shirt is off, for real this time. I can see her boobs in all their naked glory. My mouth hangs open and my dick oozes out a big dollop of pre-cum, wetting my boxers.
"Really?"
"Just this once."
I jump up but right before I'm about to attack her defenseless self, I ask her about Patty.
"Patty?"
"Asleep."
That's all I needed to hear. I have two treasure globes in my hand. I press her breasts and they get mashed between my hands and her body.
Ah, the feel. The elasticity.
My dick is at its hardest state yet. I clumsily hump against her leg as my hands remain fixed on top of her breasts.
"Oh Tommy..."
I look into her eyes as she calls my name. Suddenly I'm overwhelmed. All my movements stop. My hands are shaking and my humping has halted. I can't make sense of what is happening to me and all I can do is gaze into her eyes.
"Aww Tommy. Here..."
She sits up and cradles my head to her bosom. Her breast is teasing my lips and my mouth opens in reflex to suck in the nipple. My eyes close as my hand grabs her other breast. This position is oddly soothing. Lying in Mom's lap, as I suckle at her right teat while playing with the left one, gives me a spine tingling sensation. Her thinly veiled moans have resurrected my softening dick to its full hardness. My boxers feel sticky as they are getting wet by the oozing pre-cum.
"Poor Tommy... you missed Mommy's tits, didn't you?"
My dick jumps listening to Mom talk this way. She smirks at me, "Tommy likes Mommy talking dirty, does he?"
Her tits get pulled with my bending body as I try to hump the air. My circuits are going haywire by the shear surrealism of the situation. I fretted so much about my fetish and my sinful feeling for my mother and my sister but it seems I shouldn't have. Mom doesn't look she is much too concerned with the way she is acting.
'Has she always been this way?'
"Just this once, Tommy."
She gets rid of my boxers and I lose it. I twist and bite her nipples as her fingers wrap around my cock. Her thumb rubs the precum around the helmet of my cock and I claw at her tits due to the resulting waves of pleasure that crash upon me.
"Oh Tommy, such a baby."
She whimpers as I vigorously suck at her tits, now interchanging between them. I don't think I can take this much pleasure, it should not be legal.
Oh wait, never mind.
Her hand is gently stroking my cock while she pats my head with the other one, or at least tries to.
"Shh Tommy... don't move. Let Mommy take care of you."
Mom holds my head with a little more strength forcing me to stay still while her hand massages my cock. My body slackens and the only things I can do are suck on the nipple she has fed me and enjoy the feel of the other one as I clutch at it with my fingers. This feeling of helplessness in my mother's arm... is very satisfying. I have longed for this, to lie in her lap as she masturbates me.
I whimper as she mashes the back of my cockhead. The word rolls out of my tongue as if I have no control over them, "Mommy..."
She stops all movement and I too am shocked at myself. Then she releases a gurgle from her throat and her hand almost tears off my cock as she strokes it with ferocity unlike before. I am shell-shocked by her animalistic display which I suppose is triggered by me calling her "Mommy". But I am not one to be left behind as I too attack her tits. I bite her and chew those mammaries of hers.
"Mommy," I call her once again, making her contort her body. This cycle goes on for some time as I call her mommy between my bouts of slobbering, licking, mauling, clawing and sucking of her tits. And each time she shakes in pleasure. I can tell because I can smell. I can smell her wetness and it is making me hornier, if that is even possible.
'I want to taste her.'
As this thought pounds the walls of brain again and again with increasing frequency, I push her down and take off the rest of her clothes in one fell swoop.
"Oh Tommy, you couldn't wait, could you? Naughty baby."
I observe the folds of her pussy, the place where I came from. Her lips are puffy. Her clit is red and engorged, peeking out of its hood. I run the flat of my tongue over the length of her opening and she twists her legs in response.
"Tommy, baby. You want to eat Mommy?"
"Yes Mommy."
She almost throws me off the bed as her hips jump up. I redouble my efforts as I hold her down and invade her canal with my tongue. The taste is fantastic and I lap up whatever she gives me. Her hands twist my head around by pulling on my hair and she groans as she calls my name again and again.
Then she says something that turns my world upside down.
"Oh Tommy... I think my breasts are going to burst."
I growl and ferociously attack her tits. I'm determined to milk her, to feed from her, to taste her milk, to drown in it, and determined to drink it. I can't hear anything anymore. All I can see is white in front of me. It's like I'm the bull, my mother is the matador and her milk secreting tits is the red cape.
I twist and turn. I suck and bite. I lick and chew.
"Tommy, Tommy... fuck me. Fuck your Mommy. Fuck me and milk will come out of my tits."
I pause and then I feel her lining up my cock with her opening. I ram my cock inside her in one full stroke.
"Oh Tommy yes... I've waited for so long."
I am surprised by this admission but I am not too concerned now. I want my milk and I will fuck her for end of days if that is what I have to do to feed from her.
"Tommy, fuck your Mommy."
She groans as I slam into her once more. The pleasure running from my cock and my mouth is too much but not enough. So I fuck her. I fuck her with force. I ram my cock into her again and again and she shouts my name each time. This may wake Patty yet I don't care.
I piston in and out, in and out but my mouth is fixed on her tits, waiting for that elusive drink.
"Mommy please..."
I whine and she releases a raspy voice as she pulls me back to her tits.
"It's coming Tommy. Drink it Tommy. Drink your Mommy's milk."
As soon as the first drop of her milk hits my tongue I lose myself. Then it happens again, and again and again. And then there is a jet of it. I growl and press her teat to its fullest.
'It's the drink of heavens. The elixir. I want more. I want MORE.'
She is shaking under me as I continue to suck her teat.
"Tommy the other one."
I shift to the yet neglected one and a thick stream flows into my tongue. I don't have time to savor the taste as she douses my face with even more. I am in heaven. It's like nothing I have felt ever before. I suckle on her tits and jets of milk hit my face as I shift between them.
She pushes my hips as she moans, "Tommy. My Baby. You like Mommy's milk, don't you?"
I once again start thrusting my cock.
This is the shit, fucking Mommy while feeding from her. Every little boy dreams of this. It's come true for me.
"Tommy, what do you think of feeding from me? You like it, don't you? If you want more..."
I raise my eyebrows at her.
"If you want more... you'll have to impregnate me."
I am stunned. My eyes widen and her nipple slips out of my mouth.
"You want to Tommy?"
I gulp in what little milk is still left inside my mouth.
"Say Tommy you want to put a baby in me?"
"Then you can drink my milk as much as you want."
I lose it. I seal her mouth with my lips and push my tongue inside trying to reach the back of her throat. My hips are a blur on her as I fuck her like an animal. The image of her pregnant with my child has right on edge and I couldn't wait to shoot my cum in the depths of womb. The same one I came out of.
She pushes my head to her breast, "Put a baby in me Tommy. Make your Momm-"
I can't take anymore, feeding from her, fucking her, the words out of her mouth; it's all too much and forces me to ram my cock powerfully for one last time. She screeches at the end of her sentence and blast my face with her milk as I shoot volleys of cum in her womb. I am right there with her and as tides of pleasure passes through my core, I shout for "Mommy".
My face is covered in her milk and her pussy is covered in mine. I try to run my tongue over the drops of milk dripping out of nipples but am too tired to move even an inch. We jerk in each others' arms as there's barely any energy left in our bodies. As tired as we are, we fail to notice the twisted face of Patty staring at us.
"You are the worst. The both of you..."
