A mom's gratitude - 1

Getting to suck milk

I was planning to transfer to an out of state graduate school when my mother, who was 43 at the time, decided it was her last chance to have another child, putting her career as a lawyer on hold to get pregnant again.

A few months into her pregnancy, it happened- I found myself becoming sexually attracted to my own mother. Her transformation came gradually, with her wearing fewer clothes around the house to escape the summer heat. Her stomach grew, as did her breasts and thighs. Eventually she didn't even bother to wear a bra anymore to hide her ever growing breasts.

I tried my best to fight these urges, thinking it would end after she gave birth, but things only became worse for me. Catching glimpses of her breastfeeding, I would often masturbate to thoughts of her enlarged dark and swollen nipples. I felt ashamed the first time I did it. But every time I saw her bare breasts or her hard nipples poking through her tshirt, I couldn't resist not doing it again. Over time, I didn't want to stop. She became my favorite thing to fantasize about. And soon, things went even further...

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My mom and I sat in the living room after putting the baby to bed for an afternoon nap. It was another warm day so she made us lemonade.

"I've never thanked you for any of this ..." she said, before taking a sip of her drink.

"Thank me for what?" I asked.

She looked like she had something important to say as she put her drink down. "You know what I mean, this, for helping me with your baby brother. More of your time should have been spent going out with friends and enjoying your last few months here instead of doing household chores for me. I feel selfish for that sometimes."

"Don't mention it, mom. I really like being at home with you. Besides, I've always wanted a brother, and I won't be able to see him for a while after I leave."

"Thank you. I know that boys your age must be thinking about girls too. And I suppose it helps to look at these while you're assisting me at home," she said with a smile as she motioned her hands around her heavy set breasts.

I was caught, and there was no denying it. Luckily, the expression on mom's face showed that she was in a pretty lighthearted mood about it.

"Was I that obvious?"

"You were," she replied while still smiling. "I've noticed you glancing at them here and there, taking little peeks whenever you saw me breastfeeding. I suppose it's normal for young men to be curious with older women and large boobs. Or any boobs, since you're a man now."

"I'm sorry. It's just that ... you know ... you were pregnant and things started to change. I was a little curious, that's all."

She suddenly raised an eyebrow, "Curious about what? Older women? Or lactating breasts?"

"Do you really need to drag this out? You caught me and I admitted it, we don't need to go any further than that," I replied, feigning indignation.

Her smile quickly turned into a smirk, "There's no need to be so defensive here. I was just trying to make sense of the fact that my own son was spying on me."

"You love putting me on the hot seat, don't you?"

"Not typically. But in this case I do. Your 'curiosity' towards your own mother has really made me wonder how this all came about. Now start talking mister," she playfully said.

I sighed out loud, "It's hard to explain, but after you started growing in certain areas and wore less around the house, it got my attention. I don't know, it just brought to life an old fantasy of mine. There, I said it. Now can we please talk about something else instead?"

"A fantasy, eh?" she replied, almost licking her lips in the process. "And is it safe to assume you've handled this fantasy the way most young men do?"

With my eyes to the floor, I reluctantly admitted to masturbating while thinking about her, saying "... yes ... this is so embarrassing, but I've always had a thing for pregnant women, and what it does to their breasts."

I looked back at my mother, not knowing what to expect, but surprisingly she seemed very understanding over the matter.

"Now there's something I never thought I'd find out about you. But I'll tell you what, you've been so incredibly helpful these past few months, and, since you'll be leaving soon, I would be willing to show you my breasts every so often. And this stays strictly between you and me. No one else needs to know."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My own mother offered to give me what I had been trying to see for quite some time now- a clear view of her luscious milk filled breasts.

"Really? I mean, if you're comfortable doing this..." I replied, trying my best to hide my excitement.

"At this point, why not? You've more than earned it. Besides, you've already had plenty of glimpses at my nipple, heck, I even used to feed you with it. And if it gets you going, then who am I to judge? Your father loves them as well. Let's just think of this as my secret reward for you."

"I'd really like that mom. And trust me, it'll be our secret. The last thing I'd ever want is for anyone to find out about this."

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

"So how is this going to work anyway?"

"I don't know, I haven't put much thought into this," she replied. "How about we just get started now and figure out the rest later? Sound good?"

"Sounds great."

Almost without warning, she sat upright and pulled her t-shirt up to reveal her stomach and bra. Her once toned stomach still had some curves around it from the pregnancy, which I found to be very sexy. The bra she wore wasn't just any bra; it was a special nursing bra for breastfeeding where each cup could be unlatched. Instead she simply pulled her bra up to reveal my greatest desire.

Seeing both of her bare breasts in their entirety was mesmerizing. They hung straight down as soon as they were set free, resting on top of where her stomach was. Her breasts were long and sagging, and were shaped like perfectly round globes at the bottom end. Her brown areolas must have been around 2 inches wide. And her large brown nipples stood out for nearly half an inch, at least.

"Like what you're seeing?" she asked.

"Oh god... I've never had a chance to see your full breasts like this before, and they're more than perfect. I love the size of your nipples and the shape of your breasts. They're amazing."

"I suddenly don't feel so bad for having you stay at home to help me," she said teasingly. "Since they're out, you can go ahead and touch them if you'd like."

I didn't respond, but my shaking hands accepted her invitation and I scooted closer to her on the couch. I gently cupped each of her heavy breasts, lifting them up a little They self soft and weighty. My fingers traced the underside of her breasts. Her large nipples taunted my mouth, causing my cock to grow harder for her.

"You can squeeze them a little harder if you want. I don't mind," she said smiling.

"Thanks," I replied. "Will any milk come out?"

She raised her eyebrow. "Do you want some, too? My left breast hasn't been 'used' yet today, so to speak. It's filled with fresh milk. If you're interested in seeing what the lactation process looks like, feel free to give it a try. Just give my nipple a light pinch."

I turned my attention towards her left breast and began caressing it fully, feeling its softness. I then ran my fingers through her smooth areola, before pinching her big nipple. I wanted to be gentle at first because I didn't want to hurt her. But it soon became clear to me that as she was looking down at her son fondling her chest, a part of her actually may have been enjoying this as much as I was. So I started squeezing harder. And my squeezing harder on her nipple was met with the immediate reaction of milk squirting out from its glands. It made a mess, spraying on both of our clothes and on the carpet, but neither of us cared at that point.

After a few more squirts from milking my own mother, I quickly bent my head down and took her nipple inside my mouth without her permission. Her hand moving to rub against the back of my head gave me all the approval I needed to suck on her breast to taste her motherly milk some more, drinking it. She moaned softly but tried to hold it in. The harder I sucked the more she started to breathe and squirm where she sat.

Ending the moment, she patted me on the back and said, "I think that's enough for today. We went a little further than I anticipated but that's okay."

I licked the remaining milk from my lips. "Can we please do this again soon?" I asked.

"Sure. I don't think it's a good idea for us to do this all the time, but like I've said, you've earned it. So we'll definitely be doing this again, but please remember that this stays on my terms."

I instantly agreed. The foundation had been laid out for us to do this again. For some reason, at that very moment, both of us knew things were going to go much further than we could ever plan.