Forced Together with Mom

byHeyAll©

A full lockdown was declared in San Francisco, and for the next three weeks, residents were expected to stay at home unless there was a vital reason to go outside. All throughout California there was pandemonium. Businesses were being closed and groceries were rationing out supplies.

Dr. Claire Mitchell arrived at her downtown apartment after spending the day working in the laboratory as a lead researcher. Her work had shifted towards finding a cure for the infectious disease that was bringing the world to a standstill. In the lab, she was completely focused on research. But at home, all she could think about was her family.

She undressed in her bedroom. Standing only in her panties and buttoned up blouse, she stood in front of the window for a view of the city on that cloudy day. Her fingers undid the buttons. She heard footsteps approaching behind her.

"You seem extra stressed," Shoshana said, giving a big hug from behind.

It had taken years since the divorce for Claire to come to grips with the fact that she was more lesbian than straight. And it took a few more years before Claire could be open about it to friends and family. Now here she was, living with a female partner who was also a well-respected doctor.

Claire touched her lesbian lover's hand. "Long day."

"Anything you want to get off your chest?"

"Things look promising at work. But I'm worried about Mark."

Her son Mark was the grounding force in her life. Watching her son grow to become a young man was her main purpose. As a member of the college swim team, Mark was heartbroken that he'd possibly miss his chance to compete. He wouldn't be able to hang out with his new friends or practice his technique in the pool anymore.

"I think he'll be fine," Shoshana said, rubbing her hands on Claire's shoulders. "He's slowly starting to adapt. Earlier he went out for a long run."

"I know, but he craves the swimming pool."

"And I crave something else."

The two professional women giggled as Claire felt Shoshana's hand cupping her bra. When her blouse was open, Claire turned around and lifted her bra so that her heavy breasts hung free.

Her lesbian lover went for her brown nipples and drank from her breast milk. She moaned. This was her secret erogenous zone and she watched the milk leak from the sides of Shoshana's sucking lips. This was always her favorite stress reliever after a long day in the lab.

"Thanks for taking things off my chest," she said, figuratively and literally.

Shoshana pulled her wet lips away. "Maybe your son could use the same stress relief."

Her lesbian lover went back to nursing with a gleam in her suggestive eyes. Although they were both respected medical professionals, they did share a rather kinky sex life, but never anything like this. Her son Mark had never been part of their dirty talk or roleplaying before. Surely it was a joke.

"You can't be serious," Claire said, feeling weakened by the pleasure she got from her nipples being orally drained.

There was a moment of silence between them as Shoshana kept on nursing while making eye contact. And the eyes were perfectly clear. She knew that Shoshana was serious.

Shoshana pulled her mouth away again. "It's an interesting approach and I've been thinking about it all day."

"Have you?" Claire gulped.

Her lover went back to nursing and she wondered how long Shoshana had been having this fantasy; if it was something short term or long term. She patiently waited as Shoshana kept on sucking each of her nipples, before taking her mouth away again.

"Think about it. If a young man can't hang out with friends, play sports, or go to the gym, what other interests does he have?"

Claire decided to be cheeky. "Masturbation."

"How about pussy?" Shoshana replied, kissing Claire's big nipple. "Or maybe even... breast milk?"

"Oh god."

"Your health gets monitored everyday in the lab. You're safe. And your son Mark is doing well, but I can tell he's going a bit stir crazy being at home all day. He's an athletic young man, so let him work out."

"With me?" Claire laughed.

"With us. I'll supervise."

"This is horrible to think about," Claire moaned, as her lover returned to sucking her nipples.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed both of her breasts being nursed. Her mind wandered to dark places, and for the very first time in her life, she imagined what it would be like to have Mark suck from her nipples as an adult, drinking in her delicious and wholesome breast milk.

Pulling her mouth away, Shoshana lightly bit a nipple. "Maybe I'll just have to force you."

"Mark will never go for it. He's not that big a pervert, I hope."

Shoshana kissed and squeezed the tits. "Just tell him it's part of your research, that perhaps there's something in a woman's breast milk that helps fend off the virus. I know your breast milk has kept my immune system strong for many incredible years."

When Shoshana lightly bit her nipple again, Claire was breathless. They were both highly-educated and respectable women to the outside world, with great jobs and impeccable reputations. They always looked immaculate and they were always well-spoken in public.

In private, their dom/sub relationship was always a fun change of pace for them. But what their taboo relationship went outside of the bedroom? Claire wondered what it would be like to play with her son in the living room. To have such an open fantasy.

Of course, it was only a fantasy, as she savored the feeling of her nipples being sucked even harder, and even nibbled on. She'd never let it happen, but as she was on the verge of orgasm while her breasts were being squeezed and her milk was being drained, she felt herself on the verge of having a massive orgasm.

***

The next morning, Claire was in the kitchen having breakfast, while Shoshana was still in the shower. She was wearing her formal work attire of a buttoned up blouse with dress pants.

Mark was also there, preparing his bowl of cereal.

"Good news," he said with a genuine smile, which seemed like the first real smile in a long time. "My friend texted me that the Starcraft games are free online. So we'll be busy exploring old memories with that."

She smiled back, "Glad to see you upbeat today."

"Yeah, well, you know."

Claire finished up her oatmeal and fruit, while Mark sat down with his bowl of cereal and carton of milk, which looked nearly empty. It was upsetting because she had just swung by the store yesterday and the milk was all gone.

"How do you feel about a new exercise bike?" she inquired.

"What's wrong with the old one?"

"Nothing. With all the gyms and fitness centers closed, it might be a great time for new in-door equipment. We can all share it, of course."

"That'll work," he replied. "Do you want me to order one today?"

"The sooner the better. Use express shipment."

"Is there a price range you're thinking about?"

"Anything top quality."

He smiled, "Since I'm ordering workout stuff, do you mind if I buy a few dumbbells?"

"Only if you buy a few 5 and 10 pound dumbbells for me and Shoshana to use."

"Will do," he replied.

"While you're at it, buy yourself a few extra video games. Anything you want. Is there a new Xbox or Playstation out yet?"

He smiled, "Not yet, but there are definitely some games that I'm interested in."

"Buy whatever you want. And order food delivery on the Uber app. Don't worry about the cost for anything. It'll help the economy, right? That's what's important during these times."

"Yep, you're right. You're the best, thanks mom."

"My pleasure," she replied, pleased that she was able to make a difference, however small.

She finished the rest of the food while Mark poured cereal into his bowl. Next, she watched herself with the milk bottle, praying it would be enough to fill that bowl.

When Mark poured the milk, as expected, only half of the bowl was covered, leaving the top half of his cereal dry.

"Damn it," he said, shaking the milk bottle for every last drop.

It was the kind of thing that would never happen, since Mark was basically in charge of buying the groceries and milk was always plentiful at any market. But temporarily the milk bottles were scarce.

Although they lived a privileged life, seeing something like this was hurtful for any mother. It struck at something so primal, something so instinctive and intuitive. Sure, Mark could have easily eaten something else, but this is what he wanted.

It reminded Claire of family stories passed down from World War II, about food rationing and scarcity. Obviously today's situation was nothing like that, but still, she had a weakness for seeing human suffering. It was why she became a medical researcher.

Then she thought about Shoshana.

Breast milk? Her son? Preposterous!

Although the thought made her pussy wet as she sat there, watching her son fume over having to eat half-dry cereal. But then again, the idea would certainly work. Breast milk is highly nutritious, creamy, and delicious.

Claire took a deep breath.

"Milk is out of stock," she said. "I checked yesterday."

"Bummer. Oh well. I'll eat something else tomorrow."

"I want you to eat the same foods you normally eat. Sticking to a routine is the best way to keep yourself psychologically balanced in these troubled times. Do you agree?"

"Sure. I can go out to the groceries later."

"I'd rather you stay home," she replied, halfway regretting this already. "It's safer if you don't go anywhere. We already have all the milk we need."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

Looking her son in the eyes, she began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't rush. She just kept things casual, because this was home and she could be as comfortable undressing as she wanted. Naturally, her son was shocked by this and she wasn't sure how he was going to react. But he remained calm, seeing where this was headed.

Her blouse was unbuttoned and her black bra was showing in the middle. Opening her blouse, she exposed herself. This was the first time Mark had ever seen her in a bra like this, so up close. She took a moment to allow her son to have a good look, which he was doing. Boys will be boys, after all.

"These are C cup breasts," she said, tracing her fingers around the shape of her black bra. "They're round, they're starting to hang because of my age, and they're filled with milk."

When she heard her son gasp, she knew she had reached the point of no return. There was no coming back from this. Her son was smart enough to figure out exactly what she was implying. Especially as her fingers continuously rubbed around the fabric of her bra.

"They're beautiful," he gulped. "But why are you showing me?"

"I think you know."

"Are you serious?"

She gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. "Research in the lab suggests that proteins found in human breast milk could help ward off the virus. I don't want to get into the science of it all, but it's something I'd like to test further."

It was the first time Claire had ever lied to her son about something important. But she didn't want to think of this as a 'lie.' While her son was dumbfounded, she justified this as being what's best for his well-being. Her lover was probably right; what Mark needed was something only she could provide.

A woman's body.

Claire lifted her bra and her round breasts plopped out of each cup. As expected, her son was in awe of what she had to offer. But what she hadn't anticipated, however, was her own reaction to this exhibitionist, incestuous exposure. Her pussy was wet. As each second went on, she only became wetter and even more aroused. This was a different kind of arousal than even her first time having sex with another woman.

This was the kind of arousal a person could only get from a mother/son setting. She had always shielded her body and sexuality from Mark because that's what good mothers are supposed to do. Now here she was, giving her son the best possible view of her tits.

She reached over to her son's cereal bowl and slid it in front of her. Breast play and adult nursing was something she had explored extensively with Shoshana. At this point, she was an expert in something like this. If aiming milk at a target was an Olympic sport, she'd have the gold medal.

Grabbing the underside of her left tit, she pointed her big brown nipple towards the bowl of cereal and she gave herself a good squeeze. The first squeeze was to get her fluids flowing. With the second squeeze, milk sprayed from the pores of her nipples and into the bowl. Her milk was hitting the intended target, which was the dry cereal.

Part of her wanted to look at her son's reaction, but another side of her was simply too mortified, as any mother would be. She focused on her business. She kept working her tit and shooting milk into the bowl. Her breast squeezing was orderly, like she was pumping herself. The stream of milk was off and on.

It wasn't long until the moderately sized cereal bowl was filling to the top. Her breast milk with the store-bought milk had blended together and it was unnoticeable that anything salacious was done to it.

When she finished, there was a drop of milk hanging from the tip of her nipple, threatening to fall onto the table. She used her index finger to wipe her nipple and she licked her finger clean. The taste was sweet as she and Shoshana were already used to.

Then she looked across the table to see her son's reaction. Mark was awestruck by the sight of her milking herself into the bowl. It was the most sexual tension they had ever, ever shared. This wasn't supposed to happen, but with the global emergency, she convinced herself that keeping her son mentally stimulated was an absolute necessity.

With her tits still out, she pushed the bowl back to her son.

"The taste might be a little different," she said calmly. "But milk is milk. I hope you're not squeamish."

"That was... umm... different."

She blushed and raised an eyebrow. "Can I watch you taste it? I'm curious."

Claire watched her son looking into the bowl of cereal, stirring it a little with his spoon. He got a spoonful and ate it, slowly chewing and cautiously examining the taboo taste of it.

It was pleasing to her when Mark gave a nod while chewing.

"It tastes good," he gulped. "It tastes like regular milk. But maybe that's because store milk is mixed in with this."

She smiled. "Excellent. I can fill you a bowl full every morning until the quarantine is over."

"Really?" he asked, nearly choking. "I mean, you can do that much? You actually want to?"

"Only if you're interested. I can provide a bowl every morning before I go to work."

He gulped. "Do I get to watch?"

"Do you want to?"

"I think it would be... umm... interesting to watch. You know, it keeps the milk fresh. There's nothing worse than stale milk in the morning, or any time of day."

It was amusing to watch her confident and athletic son trip over his own words. Mark was never like this. Yet her big breasts, which were still exposed, were having a profound effect on him. Shoshana had been right all along. This was something that needed to be explored further.

For now, she had to head over to the lab for important work, so she ended the show and pulled her bra down, tucking each tit inside the cups where they belonged. Her son watched her putting her boobs away, seeing them jiggle and wave as she pushed them in.

"I need to go," she said, buttoning her blouse. "You're lucky that I love you so much. Otherwise you'd be stuck eating dry cereal."

He chuckled. "I know."

When she got up, she made sure to kiss her son on the forehead before putting her dishes away. With drained breast milk, it was time to head to her laboratory.

***

Her breaktime was several hours later. While working, she focused 100% on her research. But in her free time, all she could think about was exposing her tits and milk to her son. Extraordinary times called for her to make these sacrifices, which she gladly did.

Sitting in her office, she got a Google Chat video call from her girlfriend. It was something they did occasionally because they liked seeing each other dressed up in white coats. It was a turn-on for both of them.

After small talk, Shoshana got straight to business. "It worked. You should see what you did to Mark. The dude looks incredibly upbeat."

Claire smiled, "Did he ask you about anything?"

"No way. I can tell that he's still super awkward about the milk thing, but yet incredibly aroused by it."

It was a strange thing to feel proud of. Claire was glad that her milk show had this sort of effect on her son. It meant that she was able to make the lockdown so much more palatable for her energetic son to handle. It also meant that she was still desirable to young men, which was a nice feeling to have.

"Do you think I'm a bad mother?" Claire asked, already knowing the answer, but she just wanted reassurance from her partner.

"I think the world needs more mothers like you. Mothers who will do whatever it takes. Why? Do you feel guilty for telling your son that little fib about your breast milk?"

"Kind of, but he really, really enjoyed it. I wish you could have seen the look in his eyes."

Shoshana's face lit up. "Maybe I can."

"Do you want to watch tomorrow? I'm sure you'll get a real kick out of seeing me fill a bowl of cereal with my boobs."

"How about something tonight?"

Claire sat quietly for a moment during the video call. She knew her girlfriend all too well. And from the tone of Shoshana's voice and the lust in her eyes, Claire could tell that there was something extremely kinky planned.

"Alright, just tell me," Claire said with a playfully skeptical look on her face, as if daring her partner to confess. "What kind of naughtiness do you have planned?"

Shoshana pretended to think. "Hmm... do you promise not to be upset with me?"

"Not a chance. I reserve the right to freak out."

"Then I guess I'll have to force you," Shoshana said casually. "The dominant-bitch inside me is dying to come out, even while we're at work."

Those very words did the trick, making Claire's pussy clench and turn wet. With all the stress she was feeling from her important work, she deserved this moment of relaxation. It would help her concentrate when break time was over.

Claire took a breath and whispered, "You're making me want to cum. But I have to return to my duties in about 30 minutes."

"More than enough time."

"What are you thinking?"

Shoshana paused a moment. "I'm thinking, first of all, I want you to undo your pants right now. Slide your hand below."

Following her lover's orders, Claire undid her pants. Her door was closed, and from her office, she could always hear footsteps coming, especially with the building at half capacity. She slid her hand beneath her panties as she held the phone with one hand.

"I'm wet," she said.

Shoshana was pleased. "Good. Secondly, when I get home, I'm going to tell your son that in our medical opinions, it could be useful to continue the breast milk treatment. Meaning, he'll be an unofficial test subject from your lactating tits. How do you like the sound of that?"

"Oh my god."

Claire's fingers had momentarily stopped as she saw the grin on her lover's face. Even by their standards, this was deviant.

"Thirdly, I'll also tell him about my evaluation," Shoshana said. "That I think he should do more to have a healthy state-of-mind since he seems a little stir-crazy. After all, a young man like him is used to going out everyday to crowded public places."

"And when he realizes that we're stringing him along?"

Shoshana shrugged it off. "Do you think he'll care? He's getting what most young men want."

"But I'm his mother," Claire replied so obviously.

"Face it, Dr. Mitchell, your son wants to fuck you. Otherwise he would have thrown away that bowl of cereal. Trust me, after you left for work this morning, I saw him pour every drop down his throat."

The very thought of that had made Claire's mouth widen. She had wondered if Mark had actually finished that cereal or not. But every drop of that milk? Now she was in desperate need of an orgasm.

"You're so bad," she said.

"That's why you love me," Shoshana said. "Now masturbate. We both have to get back to work soon."

Claire smiled and rubbed, "With pleasure. You're so beautiful."

"I don't want you to masturbate while looking at my face."

"No?"

Staring into her phone, Claire watched her lesbian lover stand up and remove the long white lab coat. Shoshana looked into the camera and undid her pants, pulling it down. She turned around, showing her plump Jewish bottom. Then she bent over and spread herself, bringing the view closer to the camera.

The sight of Shoshana's asshole was breathtaking and Claire furiously fingered herself. Her eyes quickly checked the clock. Plenty of time to cum to this beautiful sight, while thinking of what could possibly happen with her son later.

***

As expected, things were mildly awkward when she got home and saw her son. She was still in her professional clothes when Mark was marinating chicken and prepping ingredients for dinner. It would be a while until they'd have whole chicken again, because the groceries were sold out of it.

"Well that looks delicious," she said peering at the kitchen counter. "You've been making good use of your lockdown time."

Mark looked proud. "Courtesy of a youtube video. It'll be delicious. Trust me."

"Oh, I do trust you. Keep it up."

These interactions whenever she arrived home were always brief, because they both knew how much she was desperate to get out of her formal clothing and step into something far more comfortable.

"Is it true what Shoshana said?" he inquired.

Claire turned back to face her son in the kitchen. There was almost a shy, boyish look on her son's face. Being a college student, she considered her son a man who was strong and brave. But now, there was such an innocent quality to him.

"Yes, it's true," she said, giving in to dark desires.

"That's surprising."

"Why?"

"You two are usually calm about everything," he said, nearly blushing. "Now it seems like you two are almost panicking with the weird treatments and mental diagnosis."

Claire tried to laugh it off. "We're certainly not panicking. We're just taking new precautions in light of recent events. And it never hurts to explore and try new things."

"Okay, got it." His demeanor remained cool.

"You worry about dinner. Shoshana and I will focus on the medical aspects of this household."

"Whatever you say, mom," he replied with a wry smile.

The ruse was falling apart. Or was it? Surely her son already knew that the science was all fake. Claire wondered where this was all headed. In a city under lockdown, she wondered if she was still able to think clearly and if she was making the right choice by continuing this.

*

In the bedroom, Claire saw Shoshana sitting by the desk while talking on the phone with a patient. She gave her a silent kiss on the forehead, careful that whoever was on the other line wouldn't hear it.

While the patient was talking, Shoshana covered the bottom of the phone and whispered, 'I bought something for you. Check the bed.'

Claire gave her lover another silent kiss, as Shoshana spoke on the phone.

On the bed, Claire recognized a shopping bag from Target, one of the few retailers open during the lockdown. She peeked inside. Everything was from the lingerie section. She smiled while looking inside. Even in dark times, her respectable girlfriend was such a pervert and a dominant. How she loved her.

There was also a note beside the bag.

Claire glanced at the words. Her jaw dropped when she realized that it was a script written for her. These were words that Shoshana wanted her to say to Mark at some point. Her pussy turned wet thinking about it.

***

All of them were in the kitchen when Mark had announced that the roast chicken had been taken out of the oven and was resting. The food smelled delicious, and on the dining table were vegetables and mashed potatoes.

"Mark, can you sit down for a moment," she said to her son.

Shoshana looked cerebral while Mark looked like a guy who was about to lose his virginity for the first time. While Shoshana wore a loose designer sweater and yoga pants, Claire wore a silk robe; which was incredibly unusual because she only wore robes around bedtime.

The roast chicken was still in the kitchen, but they sat at the table where all the side dishes and plates were all ready and waiting. She felt a nervousness in the pit of her stomach, like she was about to give a major speech (which in many ways, she was).

"Mark, I love you more than anything," she said, looking him in the eyes. "And I know I went a little overboard, keeping you indoors more than necessary, but it's for your health."

"It's okay, mom, I..."

She cut him off. "Just listen. There's nothing conclusive about this... but... there could maybe be something in breast milk which helps. It's still being studied extensively in my lab. Also, Shoshana feels a few adjustments around our home could be in the best interest of all of us."

So far, the fib went unquestioned. Turning to her girlfriend, it seemed Shoshana was even more fearless and determined.

Shoshana was ever the professional. "Mark, we've decided on a novel approach to parenting, as we've discussed earlier. This is all based on my... our... professional opinions considering the current situation this country is facing. Are you interested in proceeding?"

The women looked at Mark wondering what his response would be, but it was already obvious. Though hesitant of his taboo arrangement, he was still a young man with biological needs.

"I think it makes sense," he agreed. "Since, you know, social gatherings aren't allowed right now, and you two get tested regularly, it makes sense that... umm..."

"... that we try something new?" Shoshana finished. "Well then, the food smells delicious and I think we should get this out of the way first."

When Shoshana stood up, Claire knew that her life was about to change forever. Her submission to her lesbian lover was going too far, but her submissive nature was allowing it to happen. This dark side of her wanted to see where things would go. Her dark side was enjoying this incredibly deviant taboo.

She sat still and upright when Shoshana stood beside her. And she remained still when Shoshana reached down to pull her silk robe open, exposing her new bra.

But this bra was customized. Shoshana had cut the front parts of each cup so that both of Claire's nipples were totally exposed, making it an 'open tip bra.' Her nipples instantly turned hard and Shoshana pulled the robe away, setting it down on a chair. As expected, her son was blown away by what was happening.

"This is my new home outfit," Claire said with a trembling voice. "As long as San Francisco is in lockdown, I'll wear this for you. And as long as the virus is a threat, we'll continue with my breast milk treatment."

"It's for the best," Shoshana added. "Don't you agree?"

Mark slowly nodded. "I... I think I'd be okay with that."

"You think?" Shoshana raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, I will. It makes sense, for all of us."

Claire gulped, forcing out the words her lover wanted her to say. "My breast milk is all natural and filled with vital nutrients, which will help you stay strong until you can get back to swimming. We can start right now."

"What did you have in mind?" Mark asked with an even deeper gulp.

They both looked to Shoshana for the answer, and there was one.

Claire was made to stand up, revealing her black panties, which had also been cut on the bottom, exposing her butt and vaginal entrance for her son to see. With an outfit like this, there was nothing to hide. All of her sexual spots were visible. She struggled internally when her son's eyes drifted down to her clitoris and labia.

When she was guided to where her son was sitting, Claire knew that they were beyond the point of no return. Her nipples and clitoris were swollen.

"Sit on your son's lap," Shoshana said. "Face him. Straddle him."

Taking a deep breath, Claire's submissive nature compelled her to do so. She lifted one leg over her son to straddle him, and when she did, the opening to her pussy was exposed and right in front of her son's face. As expected, he looked.

She sat on her son's lap, facing him. All her weight was on him. Unlike this morning, her big brown nipples were now mere inches away from her son.

"Milk is best when it's fresh," Shoshana said. "You two know what to do."

Shoshana, ever the mastermind, rubbed the back of both of their heads, running her fingers through their hair, pulling them closer together.

"It's okay," Claire said to her son. "Just go for it. I know you want to. This was going to happen eventually."

"Are you sure?" Mark asked.

"It's what my lover wants. I want it too. I'm wet, okay?"

When her son's eyes drifted down to her aching nipples, she knew what was about to happen. Her son engulfed her right nipple in one swoop and she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. It was one thing to let her lesbian lover nurse from her breast, it was something else entirely to let her son do it.

She moaned from the powerful suction. How long did her son desire this? Or was this just a recent fantasy, brought about by her lover? Maybe she'll ask him later, or maybe it's better not to know. For now, she enjoyed the feeling of her son going one nipple to the other, back and forth.

There was always an intense sensation she got from feeling milk being sucked out of her breast. The flow felt amazing. And her nipples were naturally sensitive to be pulled, pinched, or nursed. It only made sense that breastfeeding an adult would be her favorite sexual act of foreplay. And if she was nursed with just the right intensity, and her mind was in the right place, then she could cum from breastfeeding, too.

"Mark, is your dick hard?" Shoshana asked, rubbing the back of their necks.

"Mmm hmm," he moaned softly, as if ashamed by his own erection.

Claire was able to feel the stiffness from her son's shorts by sitting on his lap. She knew her son was hard. And knowing her dominant lover, she knew what was going to happen next, even while her son was still eagerly nursing.

"A brief workout could be what's needed," Shoshana said. "A healthy young man like Mark needs to be active all day. We can't have this athlete turning soft, can we? Mark, help me take your penis out."

Claire was mortified when she looked her son in the eyes. The feeling seemed mutual, but she could tell her son was desperate to fuck. Any young man would be in the mood for sex after sucking on nipples like hers, mom or not.

She got off her son's lap for a moment, so he and Shoshana could take his shorts down. She couldn't stand to look at her son's penis. It still felt so wrong. So she kept looking him in the eyes, wondering if this was a dream.

While standing over her son's crotch, she was told to slowly lower herself. She knew Shoshana was holding her son's dick upright, which was a powerful thought on itself. In all the years she had dated and loved Shoshana, she never, ever thought that her lover would be touching her son's hard penis, let alone with her permission. Yet it was happening.

She maintained composure when her son's dick touched her pussy. And she was steadfast when she kept lowering herself, allowing Mark's hard penis to go inside her desperate pussy, under the guidance of Shoshana. This was the first dick inside of her pussy since she had officially turned lesbian years ago.

Inch by inch she was penetrated, until she sat all the way down again. By her estimate, she figured her son's penis was around 7 inches and she slowly grinded her hips in her son's direction.

"How does that feel, Dr. Mitchell?" Shoshana asked. "Or should I call you mom? Do you like being called 'mom' right now? Do you like being referred to as a mother, since your son's hard penis is inside you?"

Claire was breathless. "I feel like a sex toy."

"At home you are. Now start fucking. Make your son cum. Nurse him. Make him a real man."

She wrapped her arms around her son's neck and rode him. Although it had been many years since she had last been with a man, some things are never forgotten. She knew what to do. She knew how to make her pussy feel good with a man's cock. And most importantly, she knew how to give her son an abundance of sexual pleasure.

At Shoshana's direction, Mark's head was guided towards her nipples again. It was like worlds collided when Claire's pussy was being fucked and her nipples were being nursed. Both of which were happening with her son. It was so overwhelming her eyes nearly rolled back. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her chest and forehead.

While she rode her son, she watched him sucking at her nipples. She saw her nipples being pulled into her son's mouth. The sensation in her breasts matched the powerful feeling in her pussy. She watched the milk flow into her son's mouth, just as nature intended.

Claire pulled her son's head tighter into her large breasts. Society be damned, she thought. There was something that felt strangely natural about this. As a mother, her primary duty was to care for her son. And she was doing just that, using her nipples, pussy, and body. This was how she could keep her son safe. This was how she could keep her son sane during a serious lockdown. This was how she could turn her son into a real man.

She pushed her hips faster and faster.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she said, shocked by the swear words coming out of her mouth. "I'm going to cum so bad."

She pulled her son tight, and when her nipples were pulled out of Mark's mouth, milk was everywhere. Their faces rubbed against each other. She wanted her first orgasm with her son to be something special.

When she came, it was life-changing. She squirted onto him, so not only did she give her son milk, but she gave him pussy fluids too, which would eventually drip onto the floor. She kept thrusting her hips until every last drop of her squirt was freed. It was the kind of squirt that made her question if she was a lesbian or a bisexual.

"I'm going to cum too," Mark whispered in her ear, as if it were some kind of dirty secret.

"Please do."

Her pussy was flooded with cum. By then, her energy was already drained, but she managed to give a few more thrusts to give her son something he truly deserved. She wanted to let Mark know how special their love and bond were.

When she felt her son's erection start to turn soft, she knew she had done her solemn duty as a mother. And she knew her pussy was loaded with potent sperm. She pressed her face tightly against his.

"Exactly as I thought," Shoshana said with a mischievous tone. "You two were meant for each other. I know sexual compatibility when I see it. And honestly, I've long had a fetish to see an incestuous coupling. This is the start of something new."

Claire struggled for words. "I love you both so much. Both of you are my world."

"Likewise, my love."

Bending down, Shoshana kissed Claire on the mouth. It was a wet tongue kiss, the kind they'd only share in private, behind closed doors. Then Shoshana turned Claire's head to the side, to face Mark.

Now, Claire's lips were aligned with her son's. She could hear a small voice in the back of her mind, 'Just kiss him already. The poor guy deserves this.'

So she kissed her son. It was a soft kiss on the lips, which was still wet from Shoshana's saliva. Her lips were still tense from the awkwardness, despite having already fucked her son. But when she felt Mark's tongue pushing through, she kissed back and tongue wrestled her son.

"Beautiful," Shoshana chimed in. "Mind if I join?"

The three of them shared the most taboo tongue kiss ever, with their mouths meeting in the middle. Their tongues pressed and their mouth water swapped. Never did Claire imagine life would take her in this direction, but here she was.

Epilogue:

Lockdowns across America and the rest of the world were being lifted after a cure had been discovered. No, it wasn't because of breast milk as Claire had fibbed to her son. It was because of heroes who worked tirelessly in laboratories and medical facilities.

Nonetheless, there was still much work to do to return to normalcy.

"Sorry I'm late," Claire said, rushing into the kitchen. "I'll be having breakfast at work today."

She was fresh from a shower and her hair and makeup were nicely done. She wore dress pants and had stockings on her feet.

For her top, all she had was the 'open tip' bra with her large brown nipples showing, erect and ready to go. On one hand, she held her purse and car keys. On the other hand, she held the blouse she was supposed to wear.

"Great, I'm hungry," Mark said, patiently waiting with his dry bowl of cereal.

"I know, I know. There were a ton of messages on my phone this morning. Sorry about that, sweety."

Bending over like a good mother, she completed her son's breakfast. She squeezed both of her breasts so that her milk would shoot into the bowl of cereal. Normally she'd go one at a time, or back and forth with each big tit, but today she was in a rush so she went two-handed.

When the bowl was full, she placed the bowl in front of her son.

"Clean the rest," she said, offering her tits to her son's mouth.

Mark obliged, sucking the tips of her nipples clean so that excess milk wouldn't stain her blouse. While her nipples were being sucked, Claire looked down to see Shoshana on her knees, sucking off that generously sized cock. The two loves of her life were accustomed to this new arrangement.

As her tits were being nursed, she heard Mark grunting from his orgasm. Then she saw Shoshana pulling her mouth away from the cock, with a trail of cum hanging from her lower lip.

"Thanks sweety," Claire said. "But I really have to go."

She bent down to give her son's cum-covered cock a quick suck, which was coated with hot saliva. She gulped down the excess fluids. She reasoned that the protein in her son's cum would give her a little boost of energy until she had breakfast later.

While down there, she kissed Shoshana on the lips. As always, her lover was generous and willing to share; Shoshana pushed the cum in her own mouth into Claire's mouth, which was gladly accepted.

Claire stood upright and gulped it all down, savoring the rich flavor. She licked the sides of her mouth to make sure nothing embarrassing would show and destroy her well-earned reputation of being the darling of the scientific community.

"Yum, delicious," Claire chirped when her mouth was clean. "Have a great day everyone."

"Bye mom."

"Have a nice day at work, Claire."

With a happy home, Claire put on her blouse, grabbed her things and left for the laboratory.

The End