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Part 1

Let's start by saying that this isn't one of those stories where the mother has made it rich or is the perfect ten in every aspect. But how do I describe my mother? The woman who birthed me almost twenty years ago and has done her best to provide me with all I could ever need.

I couldn't have asked for a more loving parent even if I'd wanted to. If I needed support in any way, she's always been there to pick me up and dust me off and then tell me everything will be ok. That no matter what she'll always be there for me. I feel loved and that's something that's not so easy to come by these days.

I only hope that she feels the same about me. I feel safe with her. It's so hard to explain in words, but I can be more with her than when I'm with anyone else. Like anything is possible.

Her given name is Kelly Marie Andrews, but to me "Mom" is so much more intimate a term to describe the woman she is. And she is all woman! No doubt about it. Her looks alone make it hard to look at her as my mother and not some milf I see walking down the street

At 5'7", 152lbs. her proportions are what my dreams are made of. Nice full hips, accentuated by a perky butt. Two of her girl friends gave her one of those free week memberships at the gym a couple of years ago and she has been completely hooked ever since. She says it's a breeze to work out when her friends are there, sweating with her.

Thank you Zumba!

It's lifted her butt into a glorious thing to behold. Nice and high; with a good roundness to it. One look and you can tell she spends time working out. Those tight spandex pants she works out in are so hot. They are as smooth as silk wrapped around her bare ass. I mean to say you can tell she doesn't wear underwear. There's no way she would be caught dead with a panty line in something that tight. If she did it would have to be a tiny thong or something like it.

Oh that sweet ass. That's where my eyes go every time she walks by and I can sneak a peak. I think I should feel guilty but damn, I just can't stop looking and wondering what she looks like without anything on.

We've always been close enough that she asks my opinion on almost everything she wears. That equates to me getting asked questions like, "Does my butt look fat in these jeans? Does this shirt make me look whoreish or professional? Can you see my panty line in this skirt? Don't let me go out of this house looking funny now. Etc..." It also equates to her parading around in front of me in barely a stitch of clothing on, especially when she's changing back and forth between outfits. My imagination goes wild with thoughts of reaching out and touching her bare skin.

Bras and panties are a regular thing around our house. As is talking about everything in our lives, from work, to school, to friends, lovers, sex, d**gs, you name it we've talked about it. I haven't ever known a different way to do things; it's simply the way it's always been between us.

I don't think that she knows how much I lust after her. If she did, she might behave differently around me. Or she might reach out and take my hands, only to place them possibly on her hips and then slowly pull them towards her butt. I would hug my face to her navel as I take handfuls of her flesh into my kneading palms. Snap back to reality. I'm so horny when I'm around her it drives me crazy to the point of a****listic needs.

Her breasts are equally impressive at a 36B or C cup depending on what time of the month and that sort of thing. Not too large and not to small. Oh how I would like to nuzzle my face in between their creamy fullness. I fantasize about feeling their weight in my hands as I caress one and then the other. Slowly and methodically I lick around her areola and suck one pert nipple between my lips and then the other. I feel them growing in my mouth as I hear her breath becoming heavy. Mmm.

She is my Venus, and I'm hers Hercules. She tells me almost daily how she couldn't imagine going through life without me to share it with her. It's usually followed by a long hug with both arms wrapped around me with a kiss on the cheek. On occasion she holds both sides of my head in her hands and gives me one of those platonic motherly kisses right on the lips. When I'm alone I picture those moments turning into something more primal than platonic.

Obviously my mother has my attention. At nineteen, I'm a picture of hormones run rampant. I'm 6' tall and weigh 175lbs. The last couple of years I've finally started to fill out. I thought it would never happen. I spent all of high school being the skinny runt but now just like mom said would happen, I've just recently starting to gain some weight and grow some muscles.

Granted, being coerced by my mother to join the gym with her hasn't hurt anything at all.

She is constantly telling me how big my arms are looking and always comments on my abs. I love it when she grabs my arms and gets me to flex for her. If she only knew how turned on I get when she touches me like that. The other really noticeable thing is my abs. Honestly, when you're nineteen, having a six pack is not that difficult really. My mother however thinks differently. If I have my shirt off around the house it's guaranteed to get a whistle or some kind of comment related to how good my stomach looks.

Talk about motivation to continue working out.

I try to do the same for her, by giving her compliments as often as I can, telling her things like, If she wasn't my mother I would be checking her out if she walked by, and it shows in her figure how much she works out by how tight her legs and butt are. Sometimes when were sitting down next to each other I put my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze, then tell her how tight her muscles feel. That's usually when she stretches out a leg and gives me a flexed calf to look at and then it's my turn to give a whistle.

I may be young but I do know that complimenting a woman goes along way in getting what you want. That applies to just about anything; allowance, car keys, hand jobs, sex. No matter what that anything is. I've had a few girlfriends that have proven my philosophy about this.

Now that you know a little bit about how I feel towards my mother and some of the details about our life, I'd like to tell you about how our life together really got started.

Part 2

May was finally over and I could see the end of my school year in sight. It had been my first year at our local community college and so far things were going along pretty well. I had passed all my classes. So far I had only taken general courses so I didn't have to decide yet, which was good because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Mom kept telling me that it would come to me when I least expected it. I believe her. Til then I guess I'll just hang out and see what happens.

Mom had been feeling down lately even though work was going really well. She's an ultra sound tech at the local hospital and apparently really good at what she does. She's been working there since she was nineteen, and has seniority over her department. That allows her to not have to work as hard as she used to, but back to her not feeling good. For the past few weeks she has been complaining about headaches and blurred vision. I finally talked her in to going to the hospital. As a patient! Who knew it was so hard to get a medical professional to go to the doctor. It's like pulling teeth I swear. I got her an appointment for that afternoon.

Of course they had lots of questions about her health, diet, exercise, and the lot. They also performed a bunch of blood tests and finally referred her to a specialist. He in turn referred her to an optometrist who finally told us what was going on. My mother was diagnosed with a pituitary gland problem.

What this meant was that her hormone levels were all out of whack. Her pituitary gland was enlarged and was causing pressure on her optical nerve which in turn was causing her vision to be blurred. It all sounded a lot worse than the doctor seemed to think it was. His first thoughts on everything seemed optimistic about mom being ok. He told us that with all the new d**gs specifically designed for treating this problem we shouldn't worry too much at this point. The doctor gave mom a couple of different prescriptions to take that would hopefully reduce the size of her gland and also gave her some time off of work. (The time off she didn't complain about).

Neither one of us really had much to say about what the doctor was telling us. We were both kind of in shock at that point. I tried to snap out of it and keep an upbeat attitude about the whole thing for mom's sake. At least we had caught it before something horrible had happened is what I told my mother. She seemed to believe what I was saying and off we went to the pharmacy to pick up the prescriptions.

Talk about perfect timing with me being out of school and mom being at home all alone. It couldn't have worked out better. Mom was glad I was going to be home with her and told me so, profusely. I think she was feeling pretty emotional and needed the support that I could give her. I was glad to give to tell you the truth. Aside from my sexual attraction to her, she is my mother and I love her more than words can say.

After we had been home a couple of day's mom started to open up to me about some of the symptoms of her pituitary gland being swollen. She told me that she was getting headaches, blurry vision, feeling flush, some of which I already knew, but I listened like a good son should. Her periods had stopped a couple of months earlier and she could swear that her breasts were larger than they had been. She needed my support now more than ever and so did her massive breasts.

She asked me if I had noticed any difference in her chest size. How many times is your mother going to ask you if, 1. You have checked out her rack and noticed that they are larger than before, and 2. That she knows you have checked her out before to compare them to now. I was in heaven. I had her right where I wanted her. I had to think fast though. My plan involved having her remove her shirt so I could get a proper look since I was supposed to compare.

Our past relationship paved the way for her to immediately peel her shirt off over her head. As she asked "well what do you think honey?" "Do they look bigger?" Indeed they did look larger. They were spilling out of her bra to the point of looking funny. To say her bra was too small was like comparing it to holding ten handfuls of sand with two hands. It just wasn't going to happen.

I couldn't believe my luck at getting to blatantly stare and then comment on my mother's breasts without fear of reprisal.

"They do look bigger, are you sure your bra hasn't shrunk or something?" Flesh was coming out the front, sides, and bottom of her bra. "No, it's the same as my other bras are, nothing seems to fit anymore, and my breasts are constantly tingling and a little sore, even my nipples are aching." My first thought was to offer my services in rubbing them for her. I knew that that wasn't going to happen so I asked her if they had ever felt like this before.

"I can't be certain because it was such a long time ago but they feel like they did when I was pregnant with you." She had a deep in thought look on her face at this point. Lost in the memory of years long gone.

My advice was to call the doctor and talk to him about her symptoms before something got out of control. She pulled her shirt back over those wonderful globes of joy and hid them out of sight.

After talking to the doctor for what seemed like an hour. It was really only ten minutes; mom got off the phone and relayed to me everything the doctor had told her.

Her blood tests had come back and the results said that she had a high prolactin hormone count as well as a couple of other lower hormone levels that she didn't need to worry about at this point. He also said that they would do another ultra sound and blood tests of her pituitary in a couple of months, but that she would have to continue taking the medication she had already been prescribed in order to get it under control. He said unfortunately, she was going to have some side effects of the hormones and there wasn't much that he could do about it until the meds did their thing.

Mom said that prolactin is the hormone that causes women to start lactating prior to giving birth and that's why her breasts were feeling the way they are. The docs list of reactions to high prolactin levels could vary from the swelling and tingling she was experiencing now, to full on lactation. Wait, back that train up.

Did I just hear her right when she said that she might start having milk in those wonderful tits? "So does that mean your going to have milk in your breasts if it keeps going the way its going?" I asked. "That's what the doctor seems to think." "He said he has no idea if it will stop or not, it's too early to tell at this point."

I had so many questions at this point I didn't know what to say, but came up with. "Is there anything I can do for you mom?" "I mean it, anything, just name it."

"Thank you honey." And with that, she grabbed me and gave me one of her two armed hugs she is so famous for and told me she didn't know what she would do without me.

Her breasts really did feel bigger against my chest. I couldn't help myself in noticing how much they pushed us apart compared to usual. After a minute even mom said something about how different they felt between us.

As we let go of each other she brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them both while pushing up on them. "Oh, I have to go and get larger bras if this is how their going to be. Their so tender right now I can't believe it." " Will you go to the store with me and help me pick out some new bras?" " Of course I will mom, are you k**ding? that sounds easy enough."

And off we went, headed to the mall and the lingerie store. We ended up in one of those chain boutiques where all the girls look the same. Mostly just annoying when you need a real bra and not a fake I have tiny boobs bra. We took one look around and then headed down the hall to the real bra store and found what we were looking for right away.

Mom in her pursuit to be in fashion, of course had to try on twenty different bras to end up with two. The best part of the whole trip was that she modeled each selection and wanted my opinion as to how each looked. Was the cup big enough, was the color right, did she look good in this one or that one? Of course she looked good, she was now pushing a 36D-36DD depending on the bra.

I may have skewed the results she would have gotten had she shopped by herself. My selections were a little more risqué than what she normally wears. Her flesh was firmly sitting atop two cups that held her breasts upward. It was as if two hands were gently cupping both breasts perfectly. A mere half an inch lower and her nipples would have been showing. Her areolas were visibl poking out of the top of both bras as it was. Damn she was hot with her massive breasts jutting out from her chest.

She asked for my opinion and that's definitely what she got, nothing but my opinion. A nineteen year olds version of what his sexy big breasted mother should be wearing.

Wow, I couldn't believe she actually said ok to both of the bras I chose. I figured for certain she would say no. She must have been in a good mood or something was different. When we'd finished in the store she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me thank you for making this whole thing a little easier. Her kiss had seemed to linger a little longer than usual. From there we walked arm in arm all the way out to the car and headed home.

She wouldn't stop playing with her tits, the whole ride home. Like a k** in a candy store squeezing them over and over, "These bras feel so much better than the other ones did, thanks again for going with me and helping make sure they look good." I came back with "anytime." Of course I would have been an idiot to have not gone with her, but I didn't say that out loud.

"Oh my god!" She said, as I whipped my head sideways to see what was wrong with mom, and she had this wicked look on her face that I haven't ever seen before. She was still holding the front of her shirt. I got a glimpse of what she was oh my godding about.

Her shirt was wet in front of both of her breasts! I couldn't believe my eyes, I had to do a double take, and sure enough two big wet circles were growing on her shirt. Mom looked at me and said, "Apparently my breasts have started leaking milk. What am I going to do know? I can't exactly go back into the store looking like this. I'm going to have to go get maternity bras because these aren't nearly thick enough to keep from getting my shirts wet."

"We'll figure it out mom, let's get you home first and get you into something dry and then we can talk about what's next."

"Thank you, you're always such the man I need in my life, you always have this way of making me feel better about things; this is some kind of problem isn't it? I mean how many women get to have breast milk without the fuss of baby weight and swollen feet. Granted the headaches aren't great or the blurry vision, but those seem to be getting better now that I'm taking the medications. I do have a confession to make though, when I breast fed you as a baby it was one of the most satisfying times of my life."

"Really? Whys that?"

"I never felt so close to anyone before I had that experience, and I don't know if I should tell you this or not but I think your old enough to hear it. Feeding you like that was the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life. Every time you latched on to my breasts I would feel this immense pleasure I almost can't describe. As you know, I've had a few lovers over the years and they were satisfying, but never came close to how I felt with you those first three years. I even dragged out weaning you off because it felt so good. Honestly I had forgotten how great it felt to have such intense feelings in my breasts. Having a c***d changes how things feel physically. Not necessarily bad just different.

"Say something k**do, I'm feeling out in the boonies here by myself."'

"Wow mom, I never knew that breast feeding could be so powerful. I wish I could experience something that great."

As we pulled into the driveway, we both got a little quiet and didn't talk too much as we got settled in at home. Mom headed for her room to change her clothes and I headed for the kitchen to get something started for dinner. Comfort food it is. Nothing like feeding your emotions that's what mom always says anyway.

Just then mom rounded the corner of the kitchen and came to stand next to me. "So what's for dinner honey?" She's been calling me honey a lot lately, not Matt or Mattie, but honey, sweetie, my love and things like that.

"How's does take out sound? Chinese?"

"That sounds great, we haven't had that in a while and there are no dishes to clean afterwards." She said it with a happy tone in her voice.

"Ok then its settled, Chinese food it is." I couldn't take my eyes off of her chest; she wore skin tight black spandex with a shirt that was fairly tight before boobs had grown so much and now it was wickedly taut. Stretched to capacity if you know what I mean? I think she was trying to pretend that nothing had changed when it obviously had.

I had to say something. "So, do you have any thoughts on how to solve your leaking problem?" I was trying to keep it light and playful in case she was feeling touchy about the situation.

"There are only two ways, well technically three ways that I can think of, to have my breasts not leak all over the place." She said matter of factly. "I could buy a breast pump and pump every time they get engorged, I could squeeze them with my hands to release enough milk to stop leaking or I if I had a baby I could breastfeed."

"I remember back when I was breastfeeding you and simply squeezing my breasts until milk came out usually didn't help enough to keep them from being too full."

"I'm sorry mom; I'm at a loss for words. I'm not sure what I can do to help."

"Do you want me to go and buy a breast pump? It won't take long to run to the store."

The thought of something attached to my mothers breasts and then sucking on them made my cock swell in my jeans. My breathing was getting shallow and I'm sure my face was turning some kind of flushed color.

"Oh honey, I appreciate the offer but I think the mall is already closed for the day and besides I would like to be there to help pick one out to make sure it's going to work. I think it's a great idea though." She rested her right arm around my waist and held onto my opposite hip, then pulled me in for a side hug, but didn't let go after she hugged me close.

Her touch was glorious. I could feel the heat from her breath on my shoulder as it sent chills down my back. All of this touching elicited a reaction from my now, swelling cock. I couldn't hide it any longer.

I knew she must be feeling me growing between us. The reaction from my mother wasn't at all what I had expected either, as she seemed to pull me in closer to her bosom.

"It's alright sweetheart, I get turned on sometimes when you're holding me as well."

And there it was, the elephant in the room, bulging into my mothers stomach as we held each other closely. Be a man and talk to her like you would talk to someone else. Anyone else, for that matter.

"I'm sorry mom, I just can't help it, you're so beautiful and you feel so good when you're in my arms like this. My body just reacts to your womanhood."

"Well it would appear that it's reacting favorably! And prominently if I might throw that in as well!" Mom started rubbing in really short little circles that was driving me nuts. They were almost imperceptible, but definitely happening.

"Wow, you really are all grown up aren't you? Time has a way of getting away from us and all of a sudden my little boy has grown into a young man, with manly parts."

I felt two hands grab my hips and squeeze them while at the same time gently pulling my crotch towards hers. I think she meant to shake me side to side a little but it just rubbed our sex together even more than it was already.

I couldn't stand it any more. My swollen member throbbed like a steel rod in my jeans. It pulsed with the desire to be quenched by my mother's tender pussy That place that birthed me, now called out to me like a thunderous voice in the wilderness; take me, bury yourself in my depths.

Mom backed away from me a few inches and looked down between us both; the bulge in my pants was so noticeable I couldn't hide it if I wanted to and then there were the huge wet spots on the front of her shirt accentuated by two very pointy nipple bumps. It was obvious that mom's nipples were swollen as hard as my cock was.

"I'm sorry too young man, my body is reacting to your touch as well as yours is to mine. You should order dinner for us while I go to take a shower and see what I can do about getting these breasts of mine to stop leaking for awhile."

"I just can't believe how fast my breasts have started making milk. They're so full." It was if she were talking to herself and me at the same time. She was truly amazed that her boobs were so full in such a short time.

My eyes were glued to her tits at this point and I couldn't look away until she started to walk out of the room and headed for the shower. I instinctively grabbed for my cock and nearly exploded in orgasm right there but I stopped myself just in case she came back in. "Wholly shit I can't believe how hot she is!" I said in a whisper to myself. Some things are better said out loud.

Then the thought hit me that right now my mother was going to get in the shower so she could relieve the pressure in her tits by milking herself with her own hands. My cock has never been this hard, ever. I was picturing wet skin, followed by hands gently massaging streams of hot liquid from pert nipples. I tried to imagine how it must look as the milk sprayed out and hit the glass of the shower then traveled down to the floor.

I was so turned on I had to jack off right then and there. It didn't take long as I stroked my turgid pole with complete abandon at the thought of my mother in the shower. I came with an explosion of cum that shot across the kitchen six feet away from where I stood. With each pulse of my orgasm the distance got closer to where I stood, until I was satisfied I had milked my own liquid as well as I could. My cock stayed hard as a rock for at least another ten minutes and then it finally gave way and allowed me to put it back in my pants.

I was satisfied for now, but I couldn't stop thinking about my mother and how I was feeling about her. Horny as fuck, that's how I was feeling. I know I should have felt a little more compassion for her side effects as it were but I couldn't get past how sexy she was with her huge breasts so ready for the taking. It was amazing at how accentuated the rest of her figure was now that her tits were so large. That perfectly tight ass seemed even more tight than normal, and her hips seemed even more womanly.

The food showed up an hour later just as mom was coming out of her room. This time she wore her bigger robe instead of a tight outfit. Apparently she figured out that her shirts didn't fit anymore, at least the skin tight ones.

"How was your shower?

"It was good, I feel a little lighter at the moment, but I can't believe how long it took me to empty enough milk out of my breasts to get them to stop leaking. If I had had another set of hands to help coax the milk out it would have gone a lot faster

You know, being so close to you and then feeling turned on didn't help either. Something about being horny and milk production that goes hand in hand so to speak. Whenever I feel turned on or horny." She looked away as she said this. "My breasts swell up even more than they already are and it makes them produce milk faster.

She was giving me more mental picture than I could store in my horny little brain at the moment. The fact that my own mother is telling me that she was turned on like I was is amazing.

"Let's eat this dinner before you get me all excited again and I have to live in the shower. I'm already looking like a prune."

"Ok, want to pass me the chow main?"

That's how our night went. We sat in the living room, eating our food and watching a little television. Not much was said until it was time for bed.

Out of the blue mom asks, "Matt? I have to ask you a question, and I hope you don't think I'm being some sicko perve, but will you help me express my milk before we go to bed?" It is takes so long and I'm beat. If you help it'll mean I can go lay down sooner."

Am I dreaming or something? Did my mother just ask me to help her milk her glorious tits? This has to be a dream." What else was I going to say but, "Of course I will. What can I do to help?" I said it with as much concern as I could muster. When in reality, I was jumping for joy at the thought of touching my mother's breasts.

"Let's go to the bathroom and I'll show you Honey."

As we entered her bathroom mom pulled the front of her robe open just above the tie, so that her breasts were encircled by the fabric on both sides. I could see small white droplets forming on her nipples. She was very full of milk from the look of things. Mom tried to get situated over the sink so that she could show me how to help massage the milk out. Her nipples were so swollen that they stood out at least a half an inch or more and as she touched the sides of her breasts with her palms both breast started to leak rather quickly.

"Oh matt they're so full I can't believe it. So what I need you to do is to put your hands on one breast like this."

I watched as she grabbed her left breast by wrapping both hands around at the base of the breast and then gently pulling out and squeezing towards the nipple. As she did this, streams of milk came shooting out just like a balloon with a pin hole. Only this balloon was my mothers' breast and there were eight to ten streams coming out in a spray headed towards the sink. Then she returned her hand where it began on her breast and started to pull again; all the while looking at me to make sure I was getting what she was telling me.

I nodded with an understanding look and then watched milk start to drip quite fast out of the breast she had just squeezed. I instantly had an erection so hard that it hurt to feel it bulging in my pajama bottoms. I don't think mom noticed this time since she was so intent on showing me how to milk her.

I gave mom a reassuring glance and then reached out to take a breast in hand. It felt so warm to the touch and firm, but soft at the same time. I guess that's the miracle that boobs are.

I tightened my grip on her right tit and then squeezed like I had watched moments earlier and with a slight moan from mom I saw a stream of milk come cascading out under pressure. I completely missed the sink and got it all over the mirror. I really didn't car. I was ready to suffer through this as long as it took for mom to feel better. Yeah, suffer, that's funny. I couldn't imagine any thing I would rather be doing, ever!

"Matt you have to at least try and get it into the sink or were going to have a huge mess when were done." She was chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. She smiled at me with a look of complete happiness as we both gave a squeeze of her massive tits and watched milk spray out onto the counter and partially into the sink. It really was hard to aim the streams very accurately since they kind of went in different directions.

"Do you know what it tastes like?" I hesitantly said as we started to get into a rhythm of pulling and squeezing and missing the sink.

"It's better than store bought milk from what I remember. It has a warm sweet kind of taste. Do you want to try it and see what you think? I could spray a taste into your mouth so we don't have to go get a glass? Well what do you say there Honey? Are you up for a taste of mother's milk?" A sly grin came over her face just then.

I let go of that magnificent breast and leaned over the counter; with my mouth pointed toward my mother's tit I waited for her to point her left breast at my face. With a slight squeeze of her hands I received a long stream of warm milk into my waiting mouth. I couldn't believe how good it tasted as it glided down my throat. I was in heaven. Mom stopped after a good long squeeze and then asked me what I thought about the taste.

I exclaimed that "I've never tasted anything so good in my life and I would like to try it some more if?"

"I guess that we have gone this far with you helping me and that another taste isn't going to hurt anything. Why don't we go into the bedroom so that we can be in a different position for your taste?" As she said this she winked at me with a mischievous grin and then pulled me by my hand to her room. Her breasts were still hanging out of her robe and I couldn't take my eyes off of them.

We had expressed enough milk so that they weren't leaking like they had been, but were still quite swollen with milk. They looked amazing. One little white drop on the end of each nipple slowly inched their way down the round underside of her breasts as my beautiful mother slipped out of her robe and was wearing nothing but a very skimpy thong that was completely see through. The front was a light red lace and I could tell that she did not have much hair if any covering her mound.

"I'm going to get under the covers so that I can get comfortable." She said it without any concern for the amount of bare skin I was now getting to see. "You should get undressed and get in with me; I have a cool way for you to try more of my milk."

A pat of her hand on the covers and I wasted no time in getting undressed. Shirt, slippers and then when I got to my pajamas I hesitated and mother noticed I was looking shy about taking my bottoms off.

"You don't have to worry about me seeing you in your boxers Honey; I've seen it all before you know. It's just been awhile that's all."

"It's not my boxers I'm worried about mom, because I'm not wearing any! Do you want me to get some on before I crawl in bed with you?" I really didn't mean what I said, but I was trying to keep up appearances when I should have thrown them out the window already.

"Pull your pants off already before I have to get out of bed and do it for you silly.

I had to pull the band of my pant out a ways because my cock was still rock hard as I slid my pajamas to the floor." I heard mom sort of moan under her voice as she looked at my swollen member sticking out like a hand waving for help. There was a large glob of pre cum on the head starting to ooze down my shaft. I needed to come so badly. I wanted mom now more than ever. I knew I was close to having everything I desired from her.

I lifted the blanket and slid over the sheet until I was looking mom directly in the eyes as we both lay on our sides. She put a hand up to my eyes and gently laid it on my face to get me to close my eyes. Then I felt her move up the bed a little and put her left arm under my neck so that I was resting on her arm with my face right in front of her magnificent tits. With her right hand I felt her lift her breast and then place it on my lips as she whispered softly in my ear. "Open your lips Mattie and take me in."

Oh how my cock twitched as I sucked in my mother's right nipple and latched onto her breast. I moaned as her nipple swelled in my mouth and the milk began to flow down my throat.

I love how it tastes and how it felt as it accumulated in my mouth. This was the most erotic feeling I had ever had in my life up to this point. After a few minute of suckling her breast I came back to reality a little and realized that I was lying next to my almost naked mother. I got the idea to reach my left hand up and move it towards her lower back. I found a resting spot on her firm ass cheek as I massaged and kneaded it for all I was worth. Mom moaned out loud every time I squeezed hard, which only drove me to suckle and squeeze harder. She started moving her legs up and down mine; caressing my calves and thighs with her feet.

My leaking cock had rubbed a wet spot between her legs and just above her knees. My cock slid effortlessly up and down her inner thighs and was getting me close to orgasm. I tried not to think about it as I concentrated on breastfeeding on my mother. I think she knew I was getting close to cumming though, because she was starting to spread her thighs just enough to allow my cock to slide in and out as I thrust my hips forward and back. I really wanted to bury my manhood in her hot pussy but I couldn't seem to allow her tit to fall from my mouth.

The taste of her milk was intoxicating. I really could not get enough of it. The harder I sucked the faster it would fill my mouth with its prize. After about twenty minutes or so, mom's breast started to feel empty. I wasn't getting very much milk as I continued to suck on her glorious tit and mom could sense it somehow and said to me.

"Sweetheart, I want to try feeding you a different way if you don't mind. Roll over onto your back for me sweetie. I promise mommy will give you what you want so badly. I can see that you love mommy's milk and can't get enough of it. Your making mommy feel so good when you suck on her breasts; and the way you're touching me with your hands is absolutely driving me crazy. I need you so badly Matt!"

After I rolled onto my back, mom straddled my crotch and then lowered herself so that her weight was completely on me. She must have taken her panties off when I wasn't paying attention because she certainly wasn't wearing any now. I could feel her wet pussy as she rubbed up and down my fiery cock getting it slippery with her juices; as the swollen lips surrounded the sides of my manhood. Mom's tits were hanging in front of my face and I didn't need any assistance at this point as I reached up and took her left tit into my mouth and latched on. Instantly, warm streams of milk began to flow into my mouth.

Suckling mother this way was amazing because the milk in her tits was being helped to my mouth by gravity. This made it very easy to drink without having to use much suction.

I was starting to get into my milking when mom lifted herself off of my crotch and then pushed back so that the head of my cock touched the entrance to her pussy. With one steady push back and down, she buried my swollen member into her pussy until her firm ass was resting solidly on my groin. She had my cock as deep into her as it could possibly go and started moving in small little circles with her hips; gyrating herself around my pole intensifying how it felt.

Her pussy spasmed around my cock as I felt her orgasm take over her body; like a Mack truck hitting a wall. She was vibrating, which in turn sent me over the edge.

My aching cock exploded is spasms of pure joy. I was sharing an orgasm with the woman I loved most in this world and it was amazing. Spurt after spurt of my hot sperm filled my mother's pussy as our combined juices and instantly made her sopping wet. I could feel our combined cum running down my ball sack as I hungrily sucked on her breast.

As our orgasms started to subside, mom pulled her nipple out of my mouth, lowered her loving face to mine and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever had. She kissed me like a long lost lover kisses someone who was just found. Our tongues explored each others mouths with reckless abandon and I knew at that moment things would never be the same.

We continued to fondle and kiss each other well into the night until exhaustion overtook us and we dozed to sleep in each others arms; content with our decision to love each other no matter what.

I awoke early the next morning looking forward to having breakfast, but I knew that it meant I'd get to have mother in my waiting mouth...

Finally,

Mom and I both loved how things were turning out with our new arrangement. I was definitely getting what I'd always desired from my beautiful mother. We have a routine of feedings and sex now that we've gotten past the barriers that kept us from fully loving one another. It has set us free to be a happy couple.

Mom's pituitary issues got better over time, but she hasn't stopped breastfeeding me. Her milk production has only gotten better as time has gone on. One of the benefits of having her engorged with milk all the time is that we haven't had to buy milk from the store in over a year now. When I'm not able to breast feed, mom has a pump so that she's not leaking all over the place. She regularly pumps twenty to thirty ounces while I'm away at work or school. We use it for everything, from cooking with to having on a bowl of cereal. It's amazing. Mom tells the people she works with that she has to use a pump because milk production is a permanent side effect of her pituitary problem. If they only knew the truth; wouldn't they be surprised.

We both enjoy how it makes us feel, so much so, that until it becomes some kind of issue, were going continue. We've done everything under the sun with each other since that first time in mom's bed and it seems to only get better with time.

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