Brula and Eva (1)

"Mom, feed me," Elmer said as he sat beside his mother, gazing dreamily at her breasts, which were pressed and oozing a lot of white, tender milk. Now, as he viewed it all from the perspective of a son, it felt even more taboo and exciting, and he wanted to bury himself in his mother's body once again.

After their lovemaking, Margaret had maintained that posture. Her unbuttoned blouse was still undone, and if she were to button it up, it would require a big movement. Afraid that her son might see too much, she gently covered her breast with her hand and whispered, "Don't tease Mom, go out quickly, or Mom will get angry."

"Mom, do you have a man?" Elmer asked.

"What?" Margaret exclaimed.

"Otherwise, why—"

Elmer still faced his mother's exposed breast and said lightly, "Why is there semen on the floor? I'm a man too, so I know what it is. Mom, I thought you were just masturbating, I didn't expect—"