Chapitre 3217: QUINN'S QUICKIES

"Mom?" I yelled as I walked into the house. I hadn't been home for at least a week and the washing pile I had built up at college was quite impressive both in size and odor.

"Mom?" I shouted again. Where was she I wondered? Her car was in the drive. She couldn't be far. She hardly left the house since my baby brother had been born.

It was pretty strange having a baby brother at my age. But mom had he fallen pregnant with me when she was still in high school and she was barely in her mid thirties now.

For a long time it had been just the two of us. Then Brian had come along.

Brian was fine but, frankly, I knew my mom could do better.

But she had seemed so happy to marry Brian, and even more so when, shortly afterwards, she had fallen pregnant with my half brother, Ian.

"Mom?" I called a third time as I climbed the steps to the second floor.

Things had changed considerably with the arrival of Ian. I had nothing against the kid, but he was hard work. He hardly seemed to sleep or eat and, when he was awake, he cried all the time.

We had yet to form any sort of a brotherly bond. Despite my efforts to make the hour and a half long drive home from college as often as I could.

I also did it because I could see my mom had been taking a lot of strain lately.

She had confided in me that Brian was hardly at home any more since Ian was born. He could not deal with the stress of raising a newborn.

"Mom?" I called a little softer, realizing that she might be putting Ian to sleep.

Then I heard an odd sound. A muffled sobbing was coming from my mom and Brian's room.

Tentatively I opened the door and saw her.

It was a confusing sight to take in. My mom was there, but I could not see her face. Her usually honey colored hair was wet and hung limp in dark tresses over her eyes. Her shoulders rose and fell with her sobs.

A tingle like an electric shock ran through me as I took in the rest of the scene. She was topless, the white towel she had been wearing had slipped and had pooled around her waist and hips. Her nipples were just covered where they made contact with her thighs.

I felt guilty, but I could not help pausing far longer than was necessary to take her in.

My mom's tits had always been something of an issue for me. They were, simply put, gigantic. As far back as I could remember I had been aware of strange men leering at her. Later, when I became a teenager it was all my friends who were trying to peer down her top. In any room I could tell, almost without looking, how many men were staring at her tits. It always made me angry.

I will admit to acting out in some pretty atrocious ways to drive off any potential boyfriends she might had when I was younger. But I was always good to her. She was close to perfect in every way and I had not yet met a man worthy of her.

Brian only got through my line of defense because I had been away for my first year of college.

I tolerated his presence because he had made my mom happy, at least in the beginning. But if she was crying because of him I was going to murder that motherfucker.

My protective instinct awoke and I wanted to punch something. She looked so vulnerable, so beautiful in the shaft of light that speared through the half drawn bedroom curtains.

I felt shame that, while this was going on, I could not help but stare at the way her tits jiggled with each sob.

Since the birth of Ian her mammaries had grown even more swollen with breast milk and now each was even larger than my head, and then some.

I wondered, dimly in the back of my mind, what they might feel like to the touch.

"Chase?" I was jolted from my reverie at the sound of my own name. I looked up from where I had blatantly been staring at my mom's naked breasts and saw her red rimmed eyes were staring back at me. I felt heat and color infuse my cheeks.

There was no hiding from her that I been looking at her. Maybe because she was so used to it from men in general, or maybe because she was just glad to see me, but she quickly pushed the awkwardness aside and asked.

"What are you doing home, baby?"

"Um" I stammered as I struggled to recover from my embarrassment. "Hi mom."

She had hastily moved to cover herself, drawing one arm across her chest, but was doing a poor job of it. There was just too much real estate to cover and my eyes strained with the effort to keep focused above her neckline.

"Are you okay?" It was all I could think to do to redirect the conversation back at her.

She smiled through her tears and held out her one free arm to show she wanted a hug. I hesitated briefly, then rationalised that she was my mom after all and it wasn't that weird.

I approached her and bent down to give her a hug that still kept our bodies as far apart as possible.

"Oh, Chase. I feel better now you are home."

She was so warm, and she smelled like the rose scented shampoo I associated with comfort. I tasted the salt of her tears as my mouth brushed her cheek.

I would have broken my weak hug there if I could have, but she was a mother and she pulled me in tight, causing me to lose my balance, slightly.

I felt a strange stirring within me at the touch of her bared flesh against me. She winced and let out a small hiss at the contact.

I backed away quickly and looked at her grimace with concern, asking "Seriously, mom, are you alright?"

"Nothing that should worry you, baby."

"Mom?" I gave her a level stare. We were closer than any other mother and son I knew. Partly it was because of our relative closeness in age, but also it was because for most of our lives we had only had each other. We confided everything in one other.

She was the first person I had told when I lost my virginity. She had been really happy for me, only acting like a normal mom when she reminded me to always use a condom. But then, given her history, that was not surprising.

Looking abashed she replied with a sigh, "It's a lot of things, Chase. Your brother has been impossible, I have only just got him down now and it took me over an hour. Brian is hardly ever here any more and I am starting to realise he wasn't ready to raise a baby."

"Want me to kill him?" I was only partially joking. I did not like the idea that Brian was hurting my mom like this.

She actually laughed a little at this and it warmed me to hear it. "No, that's just a small part of it. To be honest he gets so angry every time he hears Ian cry that, I hate to admit it, I feel a little relieved when he doesn't come home until late. I think what I am finding hardest right now is that Ian just won't feed."

I gave her a confused look, not fully understanding her implication, then reddened when I caught her eyes involuntarily drop to her partially covered chest.

"Oh." I said, then "Oh!"

"Yeah, and I don't think you understand how hard that is for a mother. You were such a good little feeder. You made it so easy even though I was little more than a kid myself and didn't have a clue what I was doing. I feel even less prepared for it now, even though I am old and this is not my first time."

"Mom," I scoffed, "You are not old. Literally everyone who meets us for the first time thinks you are my sister."

"Oh, you, stop" she slapped my arm lightly then said, "Actually wait, go on."

I laughed this time and I found I had leaned in a little closer to her, despite my discomfort with her nudity. The sunlight coming through the window made a little island of warmth for us.

When she had slapped my arm she winced again and then began to rub the top of her right breast. The flesh there looked engorged and stiffer than it ought be.

Seeing my concern she added "The worst of it is I am in so much pain. With Ian not feeding, these," she looked down and searched for a polite word, "things,' are so full of milk I feel like they want to burst. I can't tell you how uncomfortable they are."

"Have you tried a pump?"

"Three! None of them are built to fit someone of my, erm, proportions. They just won't form a close enough seal to create suction." She indicated to one such device I had not noticed before, which had clearly been hurled into one corner of the room. It was now in several pieces. That, from what I could discern, seemed to be what had started her spiral into despair.

I nodded sympathetically and tried not to think about looking down at those self same generous proportions,

"The only thing that helps is to massage them, but even that is futile because I just can't get enough leverage. I really need help."

"What about Brian?"

"Brian," she spat the name with venom, "Wants me to stop breastfeeding and put Ian on formula. He says I look like a dairy cow and won't come anywhere near me until I get my old body back."

"Asshole."

She nodded, and then sniffed. I could see the tears I thought I had banished return to the corners of her eyes.

"Hey," I patted her shoulder, "Don't"

"I'm not sure I can do it anymore."

She looked so abject the words just slipped from my mouth before I could properly consider them, "Can I help?"

She shook her head, the motion cause a single tear to spill over over her lower lid and run down her cheek to her chin. "I couldn't ask you to do that, Chase."

"Mom," I placed my hand a bit more confidently on her shoulder, "I want to help. You need help. What can I do? There's never been anything weird between us, why would it start now?"

I saw her shaking lip firm a little into the closest approximation she could make to a smile. "Really?" She asked.

Her expression was so desperate that any thought that I might renege on my hasty offer evaporated.

Still, she hesitated, chewing on her lower lip, as if reconsidering what she was about to ask me to do. Finally, she said, "Would you help massage me? I know it's a bit odd, but I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate."

"Okay," I sounded about as confident as I felt.

She brightened visibly and said, "Great! Oh, thank you Chase. You're the only person I've ever been able to rely on. The only person I can trust completely."

That awoke the little cinder of pride centered in my chest, and I felt a lot better about what I was about to do.

What was I about to do?

I swallowed hard.

She showed me then what she wanted. Shyly she took her covering arm away, revealing the full glory of her breasts to me.

"Brian is a fucking idiot," I breathed as softly as I could, but I suspected, by the little crinkle of amusement that appeared in her eye, she heard at least part of it.

To be perfectly honest, her breasts looked fake, though I knew for a fact they were not. That would have been like bedazzling a masterpiece. They were cartoonishly inflated and seemingly free of the natural sag the laws of gravitation suggested they should have. Her areolae, only a few shades darker than the skin around it, were stretched painfully wide. The nipple at the centre of each was large and pointed out proudly just below the centre of each swelling.

Misinterpreting my discomfort, she draped the hand towel she had intended to use to dry her hair over the top of her left breast. She thought I was disturbed by having to touch her boob, when really it was because of hardness that had awoken painfully in my groin.

I knew it was wrong to feel this way about my mother, but she was the most beautiful woman I had ever known. And those titties should have been in a museum.

She guided my hands into position on her breast and showed me how to press in and down. It was not long after I started that the surreality that I was milking my own mother like a cow really struck home.

The weird thing was that it was exciting me so much I found it difficult to catch my breath. The denim of my jeans now strained against my fully fledged erection.

While I worked, feeling the firm flesh beneath the towel reluctantly mold itself to my touch, she placed a small jug over her nipple and bent slightly forward to aid the flow of milk now beading out of her puckered nipple.

The flow was frustratingly slow, and I could see the discomfort it was causing my mom. Finally, tired of how the insensitivity, caused by the towel between us, kept making me lose the correct hold on her, I whipped it away in a flash of annoyance.

My mom made no protest when I put my hands directly on her hot skin. The feel of her flesh was incredible in its pliant elasticity. Unfettered, my hands found it easier to massage out the milk trapped in her breast. The little droplets formed faster and I really thought I had made a difference.

But, after about ten minutes of this intimate massage, my mom stopped me. I felt bad when I saw that I had actually caused her more pain. Worse still, when she held up the jug we both saw that, dismally, the bottom of it was barely covered in milk.

Mom began to cry again, saying, "it's no use, Chase. Thank you, but it's no good. I really need Ian to start feeding. That is the only way to drain them without leaving me black and blue." She stroked my cheek tenderly and said, "Thank you for trying, but I am just going to have to deal with it." She sighed, "Maybe Brian was right. Maybe I am a bad mom. Maybe the fact that you turned out so great was just a fluke."

"No!" The forcefulness of the statement shocked even me, in a quieter tone I continued "No, Mom, this is not your fault and you are not a bad mom. You are the best mom ever. No one I know has a mom as cool as you. I will help you, I promise."

She seemed defeated, but did not stop me when I knelt on the bed and bent over, my hands trying, but failing to encircle her areola. She did not seem to care that my face was just inches away from it.

I tried everything I could to increase the flow of milk, but nothing more came out.

I could see that I was hurting her. Worse still, I could see the tears returning. That tore at my heart and I knew then I would do anything to stop her pain.

I thought about what she had said about Ian, and what she had said about how well I had fed.

I wouldn't be that weird, would it? It not like I hadn't done it before. What difference did it make that nearly twenty years had passed since then.

Besides, staring at that magnificent construction of human flesh, I really, really wanted to do it.

Before she could stop me, I shoved my face forward into her unforgiving mound and took a rubbery nipple into my mouth.

Then I began to suck.

She gasped and seemed too surprised to do anything about it.

By the time she had regained her composure enough to start saying, "No baby!. Don't..." warm creamy milk had flooded into my mouth and her protest turned into a groan of release.

I had expected it to revolt me, and had gone in with the intention of spitting the milk out into the jug she still held. Instead, I found it to be sweet and delicious. Before I could even consider it further, my body swallowed it as a reflex and I found myself eagerly drinking my mother's milk again.

"Oh, Chase, baby. You have no idea how good that makes mommy feel. I can feel the pressure going and, oooh," she gave a little exclamation of surprised as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.

I had not really thought about it, my mouth seemed to do it by itself. Every time I had had a nipple in my mouth as an adult I had treated it this way. I should have stopped there, but my mom's nipple reacted faster than I had ever experienced, leaping to attention at the slightest affectionate touch.

While I drank from her, a fully grown man almost in his twenties, I began to very subtly play with her nipple. I could not help it, it felt so wonderful in my mouth. I teased the little nubbin, first circling it and the flicking it with my tongue, feeling it grow as rigid as my cock.

Unfortunately, the angle I had started at was not a good one, and already my neck was beginning to ache. Unwilling to admit defeat, or else unwilling to look my mom in the eye if I were unable to make this a success, I quickly flipped over onto my back. I put my head on my mom's lap and tried to reach up and pull her breast back down to me, but found the angle was wrong.

I panicked a little, worried this would end just as I was really starting to enjoy it.

It came as a bit of surprise when my mother bent over me, guiding her nipple once more into my mouth. With the improved angle I felt more comfortable and the milk came from her thickly and with an increased speed.

After a short time, she moved to cradle my head in her hands and suckle me like a baby at her breast with a tenderness that made my erection seem to double in size. I could barely breath with the weight of her oversized mammary pressing down on me, but it was the most comfortable, safe place I could ever recall being.

"Oh, thank you Chase, baby," she whispered, "You are helping mommy so much. I wish there was a way I could repay you."

If my mouth had not been full of her nipple I might have told her there was no need. I owed my whole life to her and, besides, what I was getting to do to her was repayment enough.

As it was, as she shifted her position on the bed, she lost her balance and put out a hand to stop herself falling back. Her hand landed on the iron rod I was now sporting in my trousers.

"Chase!" She exclaimed, "Are you?" She left question unfinished.

For the first time I willingly released her nipple from my mouth. Red faced I tried to explain, "I can't help it mom. It's been a while since I've... you know. And you are so beautiful. It's just my body reacting on its own. I swear it's nothing pervy."

"Has it really been a long time?" Her face showed a deep sympathy. It was just like my mom to take issue with the fact that I wasn't getting laid. I didn't want to tell her that I could have had sex a half dozen times that morning and I still would have gotten hard for her magnificent tits.

"Yeah," I replied, not moving my head from her lap, "Well, since Ian and everything I've been trying to get home as often as I can to help out. That, combined with the workload of my course, mean I don't have a lot of time to see anyone right now. But it's really not a big deal." I hoped she would let the subject drop so that I could suck on her tits some more.

But she persisted, "You are so good to me, Chase. I feel so terrible that you have all this tension building up because of me."

I tried tell her I really didn't mind, but she dismissed it with a hand gesture, saying "No, I remember what it was like. After I had you I was alone for a very long time. I know how painful it can be to go untouched and unloved for all that time. Let me help you a little, baby."

"Mom?" The question was unbelieving. Was she really suggesting what I think she was suggesting?

For answer she pulled my head once more to her breast and any further protest was smothered by its weight.

"Relax, baby. It's not much different from what you are doing me. I had a painful swelling and you milked me to relieve it. Let me do the same for you."

I squirmed involuntarily as I felt her hand slide over my denim covered bulge.

Was mom really rubbing my dick?

I tried not to consider it too deeply. Instead, as I drank, I resumed my little tortures on her engorged nipple.

Her deft fingers plucked at the button of my jeans, and then undid my fly. A warm hand reached into the slit in my boxers and then my dick was free and out in the open. My mother's hand gripped it tightly.

"Oh my, baby," she crooned, "you really have grown into a big man. I don't think I have ever..." but she stopped there. Opting instead to gently tug at my cock.

It was a testing gesture, as if she were checking to see it really was what she thought it to be. She began slowly after that. Her hand encircled my girth, not quite getting all the way around, before sliding up and down.

While she stroked my cock, she first lifted and then twisted her upper torso so that her second, much neglected bosom, dropped into my mouth.I closed my eyes and floated on a sea of bliss. My mouth was fighting valiantly to try and take in as much of my mom's giant breast as it could, my belly was filling with with warm, rich milk, and my cock was being pumped by a skilled hand. I let my head sink into her cushioning thighs and opened my legs a little to let her hand have access to my full length.

I could have gone on like that forever, the two of us mutually milking each other's stresses away.

My mom, however, had a different plan. She shifted so that my head fell off her lap and her nipple popped free of my mouth. I flapped my lips and flicked out my tongue in a pathetic attempt to bring it back.

I laid where I was on my back, uncertain as to what she had planned next. She joined me up on the bed, but remained up on all fours. Her breasts returned to me as she lowered herself down, facing towards my feet.

I shamelessly grabbed at her tits with both hands and pulled them to my mouth again as if they contained the very air I needed to breath. I was so pleased to have them back I forgot the pretense of draining my mom of her milk and, instead, lapped at her raw nipples, licking ever tightening circles around each one in turn.

I had not fully understood her intention until I hear her say, "It's only fair we do like for like, baby. Hold still."

Then a liquid heat swallowed up my cock. I groaned at the sheer luxuriousness of my mother's mouth sucking down on my shaft. Even her over-large tits were stretched to their utmost to allow me to allow me to suck on them while she tended to my hard-on.

I could feel her rough suction, feel the soft rasp of her tongue over the sensitive spot where my glans split just below the urethra, and feel a stream of her saliva running down my length and cooling on my contracted balls.

While I tongued her breasts she gripped my cock in her right hand, and rocked her head back and forth on my length.

I was surrounded by her, every part of me seemed to be filled with her. Her scent, her soft skin, her taste. It was all too much. No one had ever sucked my dick with such dedicated enthusiasm.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I should have tried to halt it, but she had barely started and she had already taken me too far. I was a cartoon coyote who has not realised he has run off the edge of a canyon until he looks down.

Then I fell.

The weight of her breasts on me was enormous. I could no longer breath. The thought of suffocation hardly seemed worth noting though, because I was unravelling at the seams up inside of her. Rather than fight it I filled my mouth with her closest nipple and sucked down as hard as I could, not caring if it caused her pain any more.

As the white, hot, viscous fluid filled my mouth, the same was happening for her down below. A stream of sticky come sprayed out of me, coating the inside of her mouth, her tongue and the back of her throat. Filling her as she filled me.

As I drank from her, she swallowed each hot blast from me with an equal greediness.

Strangest of all, even after I had unloaded everything it seemed I could possibly have inside me, she continued to nibble and lick at my cock, cleaning off every last remnant of my seed.

I have to admit to feeling a little lightheaded from the sudden orgasm and from being sated on my mother's milk. Otherwise I would never have done what I did next.

While she cleaned me up I continued to roll her nipples around in my mouth, rubbing the roughened back of my tongue over each hardened nub. She made little cooing noises under my constant attention.

My hands, without consulting my brain, had begun to roam down her sides. I felt a little renewed spark in my groin when I realised her towel had fallen away and she was now kneeling over me completely naked.

Those same conniving hands of mine slid over the curves of her narrow waist to where her hips swelled out. They did not stop until they began to sink into the soft flesh of her naked bottom. It was cool to the touch and wonderfully mushy, with just the right amount of firmness.

I found my head gravitating towards my hands, which had implanted themselves firmly in the soft flesh of her backside. My head tilted back, first kissing the underside of her pendulous breasts, and then down. Her belly had firmed up almost completely to how it had been before she had had Ian. I found the residual plumpness incredibly sexy, and showed my appreciation by circling her navel with an eel-like tongue.

When she gave no indication that I should stop, I wriggled my hips to slide down a little further until I was kissing the small, raised pink scar that marked the spot through which both my brother and I had entered this world.

My nose nestled in the soft hair immediately beneath this reminder of the closeness of our connection. My mouth followed the nose's path until both of them sunk into a patch of sopping wet curls.

"Jesus," I thought, "Was really me who had made her so wet?"

I opened my mouth and placed a gentle, loving kiss at the top of her crease.

The moan she let out was almost too low to hear.

I licked again, tasting her mix of sweet and sour, with just a hint of a bitter aftertaste.

It was like nectar to me.

"Baby," she moaned.

And then, seeming to awaken to something, "Baby, maybe we should stop."

"No mom," I practically whined, "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

"That's sweet, Chase, but mommy doesn't really work that way."

I was disbelieving, My reply was muffled as I spoke into her soaked pussy, "But you're so wet for me."

"I know, baby, I can get excited. Trust me, you have made me feel better than I can ever remember, but that's about as far as my body will let me go.You did drain my aching boobs though, they feel so much better, and I thank you" She tried to roll off me, but I gripped her squishy ass tightly, holding her over me. I could see the dampness glistening like little jewels nestled in her curls.

"You really have never had an orgasm?" I said, incredulous, holding her in place until I felt her resistance weaken. "That's bullshit."

"I'm sorry Chase, I wish it were different, but..."

I interrupted her, saying, "No, it's bullshit you haven't found a man worthy enough to satisfy you."

"Chase," she started.

"No, mom. You have only ever know selfish assholes in you life. Just give me a chance, let me show you how good it can be. Let me show you what you deserve, what any man would be lucky to give you.

"Baby," she tried to interject again, but I had had enough arguing.

I grabbed her ass roughly and jerked it down so that her sex was squashing down my nose and lips against my face.

She squeaked and wriggled, but I held her tight. While I wrapped my arms around her to keep my face glued to her pussy, I let my tongue dart out on a small scouting run.

It ran the length of her, from her mons to her entrance, brushing aside the labia that rolled back like a tide after I had passed through. I sucked at her, drinking in the lubrication she oozed. My tongue flickered around, familiarising itself with her inner terrain. It rolled over rises and valleys, moved folds aside and probed into shallow depressions. Finally, after a deliberately exaggerated search, my tongue found a small rubbery button of flesh, unique in texture to that around it.

My mom's half-hearted protests died as a long hiss of the last syllable of my name. I had found the center of her pleasure.

As I tongued the little spot, I felt a relaxing in her clenched ass cheeks. She actually shifted her knees, spreading her legs so that she sank down with a bit more of her weight on me.

I began an alternating rhythm of using my lips and tongue to manipulate her little clit. In a very short time it had swelled considerably under my ministrations, and now let me suck it between my lips, so that I might flick my tongue over it in a blur of motion.

My mom began to grind her pelvis into my face in little rolling circles. Her hand still clutched my cock, which had, despite so recently being drained, begun its first stirrings back to life.

Almost absent mindedly she was dipping her forefinger into the gap between my hood and my foreskin and swirling it around. It was like an lightning strike to Frankenstein's monster.

"It's alive!" My mind screamed maniacally, "It's alive!!"

I felt I had her then, and my body was rising to meet hers. She was making soft little grunts and her ass cheeks were growing firmer and firmer with the tension that was winding up inside her. She was fucking my face in the kind of short sharp thrusts a guy would use in the missionary position.

For leverage, she had raised herself up on her arms and I could feel her mammoth tits rolling over my flat stomach like ocean swells. They felt far softer and more pliant than they had been before I milked her.

I couldn't believe it, but my dick had already gorged itself on blood, such that it was erect and proud again. I had never had such a rapid recovery in my life.

I ramped up the pace and intensity of my oral entreaties. She was at the very edge and I was going to be the one to push her over it. Her grip on my shaft was growing almost painful.

Her breath came out in out in tiny rusty squeaks of pleasure. I felt sure she was about come in my face, her body was quivering against me.

But, just as she neared her peak it was as if she suddenly gained awareness of the great height she had reached. I felt it as her nerves suddenly got the better of her and, instead of taking the final leap of faith off the edge, she cautiously backed away.

Desperately I tried to lure her back. My tongue was pushed deep inside her, her ass cheeks were spread wide by my hands. But it was too late.

I felt the tension go out of her and a loud sigh escape her lips.

This time, when she tried to roll off me, I let her.

She flopped down on her back. Her enormous breasts, which had had the painful build up inside of them reduced, flattened and fell to each side of chest in a most satisfying way.

"I'm, sorry baby. I did warn you. I just can't" The sadness had returned to her voice.

I had risen to my knees on the bed and was looking down at her with unashamed desire. Her breasts, the way her body flared so dramatically each side of her tiny waist, her beautiful face, they all conspired to rob me of breath.

I had never seen my mom in this way before. She could have been another college girl, the way she looked now, her partially dried hair falling messily across her face.

My testicles felt like a tourniquet had been twisted sadistically around them and they would do anything for release.

In her distraction she had not noticed that her legs had fallen open and I was able to stare at her pink, puffy slit. It shone with our combined juices.

I licked my lips.

Her expression wavered into one of confusion.

Heedless of consequences any more, I tore at my clothes.

"What are you doing, Chase?"

In a second my shirt was off. My jeans and boxers came off next. I had not even bothered to take off my shoes. The combined bundle was angrily kicked off and I stood naked before her parted thighs, my bulging erection now the focus of both our attentions.

"Chase?" There was an edge of nerves to her voice.

"Fuck that," I said, climbing up onto the bed on my knees, "I hate that the shitty men in your life have let you give up before you ever get to enjoy yourself."

"Chase, what are you..."

"No, mom. You said you trust me. You said I am the only one who never gives up on you. Well, let me prove that to you. Let me make you come for the first time."

"Chase, baby, we have already crossed so many lines," Maybe it was my sudden aggressive turn, but she suddenly seemed shy. When she made to close her legs I slid forward and used my body to stop her.

"Ian could wake up any moment," she hedged once more.

But, before she could protest again I planted my mouth on hers. We each still had the taste of the other on our lips, but I kissed her reverently nonetheless.

Her mouth pursed tight at first, but gradually relented as my tongue slid between her lips.

Then we were kissing, our mouths locked, our tongues writhing around each other like they were in a fight for survival. It was so deep and passionate I felt the glory of it burning in my chest. My penis swelled to the point where it felt like the skin around it would split like a cooked sausage.

I pressed my weight down on her, felt her breasts squeeze outwards like rolled dough as they were sandwiched between us.

Most incredibly, as my crotch descended, it settled into the molten heat at the apex of her crotch. My tip nosed her resurgent clitoris.

I wanted nothing more than to release the tight rein on my self control and baste her with my sticky come, but I had made a commitment. I would not be just another man who let her down.

"I want to be inside you," I growled as I ran kisses along her jawline.

"Oh, Chase," she moaned, "We shouldn't."

I was kissing down her neck and she lifted he head to give me more skin to nuzzle.

"We can't,"

I took my weight on my elbows while I used my hands to lift and plump one of her breasts before I began to lick mercilessly at her areola, moving gradually inwards towards her bead of a nipple.

"Baby," she breathed, and I felt fingers take the head of my cock and guide it downwards and forwards.

It met with a rubbery resistance.

"Shit, she is still tighter than the girls my own age," I marvelled as, with abundant lubrication and my uncompromising rigidity, I slipped inside her.

Soft flesh walls snatched at my length. She contracted around me, absorbing me into her, like I was part of her. Which seemed appropriate, as I was in a way.

Her mouth was wide and her upper teeth exposed and a mindless grin. I knew she felt like me then, that we fit perfectly.

It seemed to dawn on me in that moment that I was buried deep inside my mother, and it felt unlike anything I had ever experienced. In my mind I dismissed comparisons to velvet and silk, there was no material man made or natural which could match the seemingly paradoxical sensation of softness, firmness, tightness and slickness.

I suddenly felt self-conscious. Could I really do this?

With her head head thrown back and eyes closed she writhed on the pillow.

When she moaned my name, "Chase, baby," I knew I was beyond having any choice in the matter.

Slowly, I began to thrust into her.

As I pumped her full of my length I felt her thighs slacken and fall aside. She was spread completely before me now. I could watch with transfixed fascination as my cock disappeared inside her. I could stare at her the way her huge tits rocked and bounced like gel filled sacks.

I used my thumb and forefinger the pinch a nipple and then twist it until she hissed. Then I licked it, and again, before using my tongue to draw a line up her neck, over her chin and up to her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a lip bruising kiss. I did not stop relentlessly fucking her even as the intensity of her kiss nearly suffocated me again.

When she broke the kiss I was compelled to ask, "Are you close?"

"Yes baby, but not close enough," she answered, "but that's okay. I've never felt this good before. You can come if you want, but just not inside me, okay? I shouldn't fall pregnant while I am breastfeeding, but we can't take that chance."

The look I gave her was as hard and domineering as I could muster.

"I am not quitting until you come, mom."

"Chase," she sighed, but I was not going to let her psyche herself out again.

With a jerk I pulled out of her with a wet sounding slop. She whimpered at the sudden loss of fullness, but I did not let her dwell on it for long.

Gripping her hips, I forced her to roll over, her magnificent ass presenting itself to me like the keel of a capsized ship.

I couldn't help digging into that meaty thickness with both hands and spreading it apart. The deep valley between her cheeks opened up before me, revealing her plump slit and tiny puckered pink anus. I massaged her cheeks together, and then apart again, the returning view was almost as exciting as the first time.

"God, you are perfect," I muttered.

"Mmmm, that feels good baby."

I hooked my fingers around her hip bones and lifted them up. Her ass lifted with them and spread for me.

If I had the willpower I would have spent more time teasing her, but my penis burned and her pussy was the only salve that would do.

I lined myself up with her entrance and pushed inside. The fit was perfectly snug.

"Chase," she said through gritted teeth, her head turned to one side on the pillow.

My hands rested on the generous shelf of her backside as I began to move my hips.

Her body sucked me in and resisted me pulling out again. My strokes were long and deep. Each time I pulled out almost completely, just the very tip of my shaft keeping contact with her trembling flesh. Then I drove myself back in until my belly compressed her bottom as far as it would go.

It felt so good that I knew, with only a few strokes, I could easily fill her with my seed, but I reminded myself of my promise. I would make her come with my name on her lips even if it killed me.

I leaned forward, reaching my arms around and slid my hands between her tits the bedsheets. I lifted her up, keeping her breasts compressed against her, as she rose up onto all fours.

When I released them they dropped heavily and bounced. Then, as I fucked her I scooped them up once more, revelling in their great weight and how they spilled out of my cupped palms. Her nipples rubbed roughly against my hands as they were cast back and forth by the rocking momentum of her heaving flesh.

While my body took it pleasure I tried to divert my mind with unsexy thoughts: My daily routine, lists of players on various sports teams, elements on the periodic table. It hardly seemed to help. I knew I could not keep this up much longer.

My mom had lifted her head, her mouth was open and she was panting. She had to be close, but I could feel that she had reached a plateau.

I would not let her retreat again.

I released my hold on her chest. I was fucking her hard now, her breasts were swinging back and forth, slapping against her thighs. Her ass was a jiggling mound. I was slapping into her hard enough to feel the sting of the contact.

With my freed hands I reached over her hips and down to her sex. I could now feel the flesh around my cock stretch and compress with each pounding thrust. The fingers of my left hand spread her folds, fighting to hold her while our bodies slammed together. My right slipped into her opened cleft and curled back. Her sex was dripping wet and so slippery I could find no purchase. Straining to hold myself back, my eyes narrowed and creased with the effort, I searched frantically.

With a jolt of triumph that nearly made me drop my defences enough to spill my seed into her, I had rediscovered the little stiffened knob at her core. I pawed at it, all subtly beyond me by this point.

As I pounded into her I rubbed into her inner linings, feeling her body beginning to transform itself around me. She was rising off the plateau, virtually hovering off the ground, vibrating underneath me. This time I had her, I knew it.

"Chase, baby, that feels incredible," She gasped.

My hand flickered over her, her skin so slick it was almost frictionless.

"Chase," her moan was louder, my name more elongated.

"Come for me! Come for me, mom!" I said through heaving breaths, sweat pouring off my body.

Her back arched, her ass lifted as high as it would go. Our bodies tried to cling together with mingled fluids and sweat. I felt her soft tissues contract into a vibrating sheet of muscle as she finally stepped off the edge of the precipice.

"Chaaaaase!" She squealed and she threw herself back, impaling herself to the limit on me. Her head threw back and her thighs locked in a shaking spasm as her climax built up momentum with the irresistible force of a tumbling boulder.

I felt her body compact my shaft as she convulsed again and again, climaxing with a force I had never seen in anyone before.

It wrung her body out from her toes to her head, leaving her in a shuddering tangle of limbs as she slipped off me and collapsed to the bed. My own climax was tethered by its last thread. I needed but the brush of a butterfly's wing to set me off.

Though exhausted and shaken to her core, she still had enough consideration to think of me. She rolled over, careless of how she exposed her liquid smeared sex to me.

"I want you to come for me, baby," She panted, "Come on my tits. I know how much you like them. I've seen you staring."

Not needing a second invitation, and impervious to the embarrassment I had felt earlier, I shuffled forward and then straddled her waist, still on my knees.

She grabbed my cock and began to tug at it furiously.

"Come all over me, Chase. I want you to cover my tits!"

It shocked me to hear my always sweet talking mom using such dirty language. It proved to be the final straw, busting the final blockade.

I fired a long, powerful stream of semen that lanced over her tits, splashing up to her chin and across one cheek. As my body spasmed uncontrollably, my muscles pulling into a single prolonged protraction, more hot seed poured out of me in pulsating gouts.

I had felt drained after the first orgasm, but this seemed bigger, even more intense. I covered her tits in a sticky lacework of come. Even after my body relaxed and felt like it would topple over, little dying spurts were still spooling out of me, forming globules on the underside of her tits.

I fell forward onto my shaking arms, just barely holding up my own weight.

My mom moved languidly beneath me, her smile that of someone just past tipsy. The afterglow of satisfaction radiated off her as she lifted one of her weighty breasts to her mouth and licked off my still warm come.

She worked, slowly, deliberately, cleaning as much of my seed off her chest with her tongue as she could. The parts she could not reach she used a finger to scoop up the stray strings that stuck to her and then sucked them off.

She cleaned herself like a cat and I knew that if she had actually been one, she would have been purring.

Exhausted, I slumped down beside her, wrapping an arm around her still heaving chest, and kissing the side of her neck, just below her ear.

"Chase, baby, you are so good to me," I had lost count of how many times she said that, ut it did not get old, "That was incredible."

I couldn't hide my curiosity, "You really have never... you know?" In this post coital sate I found my timidity had crept back, "Was that really your first?"

She turned on her side and rubbed her ass against my groin. If I had not been completely emptied out I might have hardened anew. As it was, I felt a fluttering like a bird with a broken wing deep in my lower belly. I knew it would not take much effort or time for it to come back with avengence.

For now though, it felt heavenly, our bodies entwined together, heated by the shaft of sunlight.

"My first and only, Chase. You really are the most incredible man. I am so lucky to have you in my life."

I kissed the back of her head, burying my nose in her shampoo scented hair, breathing her in deeply.

"I'm the lucky one, mom. I don't think there's anyone in the world like you. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel."

"Oh, Chase," she hugged my arms tighter around her. For some reason we felt so perfectly fitted in that moment. Neither of us was concerned about the supposed wrongness of the act we had just committed or the repercussions it might lead to. We had that one perfect moment of togetherness and that was all that seemed to matter.

Just as we both started to drift off there was a click and then the klaxon sound of Ian's wailing could be heard through the monitor next to my mother's bed.

Reluctantly, like she was moving through honey, my mother rose from the bed. As she wrapped herself in the towel she had discarded earlier, she turned to me again and said, "I think you saved my life today, Chase. I was in a bad place and you came in and saved me. Not only that, you relieved my tension in every possible way. Do you think..."

She looked away shyly until I promoted, "What?"

"Do you think, when you're back in town anyway, you could maybe help me out again sometime?"

Despite everything, my mouth ran a little dry at the prospect.

"Um, sure," I stammered out, "I mean, I would love to." I couldn't quite bring myself to confess that I was fairly certain she had just ruined me for all other women.

She leaned back over the bed and gave me a kiss, saying, "Great. Love you," before unnecessarily adjusting her towel so that her wonderful tits spilled out.

While I watched her struggle to tuck them away again she gave me a wink and then walked off to go and settle my baby brother.

I fell back on the bed and breathed out a long "Fuuuuck me!" Things were about to get really weird in my life, but if today was anything to go by, they would also be completely amazing.

My grades might suffer, but I decided that I might have to start thinking of reasons to come home more regularly.

It was Summer break and I was home from college for the holidays. My friends had all gone off, most of them travelling to sunny vacation spots. They had been surprised when I turned down their invitations to beach houses and, supposedly, endless parties.

Why would you want to go home for the summer?

I said it was to help my mom with my baby brother. My step father, Brian, the total douche that he turned out to be, had officially moved out and my mom was back to being a single parent again. Not that she had ever really been anything else. Almost from the start Brian had proved himself to be incapable of raising his own child, and completely unworthy of my mother.

But that was only a small part of the reason. In truth, I had rushed home from college with giddy excitement.

Since that day, a little over a month ago, when my mom had come to me, miserable and desperate, our lives had become almost unrecognisable. What had started off as a means of relieving the tension from her excessive milk production had blossomed into a romance the likes of which I had only thought could exist in fiction.

To an outsider it may have seemed wrong, it may have seemed like a vile breach of the natural laws, but to us it felt more right than anything we had ever experienced.

Everyday I seemed to fall a little deeper in love with her. She was an attentive, kind mother, intelligent, beautiful and, as I had so recently discovered, insatiable in the bedroom.

My brother Ian was much more settled too, without Brian's constant dark mood pervading the house. Now that I was helping my mom drain milk from her gigantic boobs the little guy was finding his meal times far more manageable. He was sleeping better too.

Every day seemed over-stuffed with joy and love, but today had gone beyond even that.

My morning had begun in the most wonderful way. I had woken up in bed to a slow but insistent pressure on my cock.

It felt so good I knew it had to be a dream. But, when I finally rose to the surface of my slumber I found the sheets of the bed, which I had started sharing with my mother, were draped over a huddled form positioned between my legs. I watched, intrigued, as the duvet bobbed up and down.

I felt a constricting tightness sliding up and down my morning wood.

It was rare these days that my dick was not hard, with the constant nearness of my incredibly sexy mother.

"Fuck!" I breathed out.

I felt a hand slide up my stomach and pat my chest, acknowledging my wakefulness without interrupting heavenly attention being paid to my cock.

What a way to start the day.

I could have just laid back and enjoyed the attention, but I wanted to see, needed to see, everything.

I threw the covers aside and then stared, momentarily breathless.

From where she knelt on the bed, between my legs, my mom looked up at me, through the lashes of her intriguing, light hazel eyes.

Her mouth was full of my swollen cock, but I could see her smile in the small creases beside her eyes. She was, in that moment, the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. A gut wrenching mix of coyness and raw sexual appetite.

She really was the perfect woman.

She sucked me down in long lazy gulps, her cheeks hollowed with the force of her liquid suction.

She let me slide out of her before running her tongue up the side of my shaft. It glistened in the morning light with her saliva.

"Happy birthday, big boy," she said before placing a tender kiss on my inflamed glans.

"Jesus, you're incredible mom," Looking into her eyes with all the earnestness I could muster, "I love you."

"Love you too, baby," she said between the little teasing nibbles she was placing around the crown of my cock.

"I've got a special surprise for you."

"More special than this?"

For answer she giggled, the humor dancing in her eyes as she gave a subtle nod.

I let out a long groan as she pressed my tip against her pouty lips until I could feel it against her teeth.

"But you're going to have to wait. Can you be patient?" Her speech was made mushy by my cock on her lips

"Uh huh," I grunted, staring up at the ceiling as she rubbed my shaft with the hand she had curled around it.

"Good boy, let me give you your first treat now though, seeing it is your birthday."

My hands dug into the sheet and bunched it in my fists as she swallowed my cock to the back of her throat.

She happily hummed as she worked my length in and out of her mouth, pumping me with one insistent fist.

I stretched out, spread eagle on the bed, letting every muscle in my body go limp. Letting all the sensation in my body concentrate in a small spot just below the hood of my cock.

Mom rose up on her knees. She wrapped both hands around my shaft and wrung it almost painfully while she tried suck the come straight out of my urethra.

It was working.

I felt an involuntary ripple pass through every muscle in my body, making me buck up off the bed.

My mom adjusted her weight so that she was pushing down on me, keeping my spasming body from lifting off the soft bed.

Inside her volcanic mouth, I could feel my mom's tongue flicking rapidly over my sensitive hood.

I could hold back no longer. My back arched, the muscles so insistent that even as my mom leaned her full weight on me I lifted her up with my out-thrust pelvis.

Sensing my rising climax she took me deep into her mouth. Her hands warmly blanketed my balls and the base of my shaft.

I felt the wave of fierce pressure start below my testicles and rise up my length until it detonated at my tip.

A thick stream of hot seed gushed into my mom's mouth. She slurped it up noisily as I unleashed pulse after pulse of semen into her thirsty mouth.

When I finished I laid back, boneless on the bed. She proceeded to suck me clean before she smiled shyly at me, her cheeks flushed with her morning effort. She rose and knuckled the dribbled of semen at the corner of her mouth away.

Standing next to the bed, she bent down and placed a small kiss on my forehead, saying softly, "Why don't you have a sleep-in, baby. I'm going to go feed your brother, he should be up soon. When you're awake I'll make you your favorite breakfast."

"Best... birthday... ever," I sighed in satisfaction as I let the warm arms of sleep embrace me.

A while later I awoke, showered and went downstairs to find my mom cooking me blueberry pancakes. A hot pot of coffee already waiting for me.

A tingle, like a dollop of warm molasses, ran down my spine. With the morning light filtering in through the curtains and the delicious smelling kitchen, it was the very picture of domestic bliss. My mom softly singing while she cooked, my brother, Ian, gurgling nearby in his high chair and squashing fruit between his chubby hands.

I came up behind my mom and pressed my body into hers. She so much shorter than me that I could place a kiss on top of her sweet smelling hair. I enfolded her in my arms, feeling the weight of her breasts cradled in my arms.

She turned in my embrace, spatula held out to one side, and met me with a long, deep kiss. Our mouths opening to allow each others tongues to slither over each other.

I let my hands roam down to her thighs. They hiked the long shirt she was wearing, one of my shirts, and squeezed the generous flesh of her ass through the panties she wore.

"Mmm," she purred into my mouth. "I can't wait for later."

"Me too. Is it time for Ian's nap yet?"

Our mouths were so close that her bared teeth brushed my lips as she smiled.

"Soon," she punctuated the statement by palming the hard rod that had already reformed itself in my shorts.

"Now go sit down, before I burn your pancakes," she gave me a gentle shove and then returned her attention to the pan on the stove.

I lingered a moment with my hands on her ass. I placed a kiss on her neck, for which she lifted her chin and closed her eyes in silent enjoyment, then went to sit in the chair next to my little brother.

We had a pleasant family breakfast. My mom and I ate blueberry pancakes, while we took turns trying to get porridge and fruit into Ian.

We ended up with more on ourselves than inside him.

After that I opened my presents. As usual my mom spoiled me, perhaps even more so this time because, as my mom put it, "I was caring for her and Ian so well." Then I played with Ian for a bit while my mom did some work. She worked from home, but she had taken most of the day off to spend it with me. When it was time for Ian's morning nap she took him off, fed him, and put him down in his cot.

When Ian was asleep, my mom came to fetch me for what had become our routine, and the highlight of my day.

She lead me by the hand to our shared bedroom. In the doorway she turned and kissed me hard. Her breasts were so large it was like we were leaning over the top of them to kiss.

While our mouths interlocked my fingers , with a dexterity that improved every day, flicked open the buttons on her shirt.

Together, not breaking our kiss, we managed to cajole her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, while shuffling back towards the bed.

There we collapsed on it in a tangle of limbs and clattering teeth, laughing like a pair of teenagers.

Then it was her turn to take the lead. I turned submissive as she sat up on the edge of the bed guiding my head onto her lap.

There was so much love shining out of her eyes as she gazed down at me it felt like a pain in my chest.

"I love you," when she spoke it was so soft she practically mouthed the words.

"You too," I grinned back.

I watched with a prickling sensation that never seemed to go away, no matter how many times we did this, as her hands moved to the top of her nursing bra.

I loved how she had to put in visible effort to heft up her breast before she could unhook her bra cup.

Her mammoth breast, released from its prison, poured out of the window in her bra. It plopped itself heavily on my face, my laughter at this welcome assault making it jiggle emphatically.

Ian had begun to feed better, but the little guy was no match for her superhuman milk production. It was up to me to relieve the incredible build up of tension within her.

I could smell the faintly antiseptic scent on her skin, where she had used baby wipes to clean herself after Ian had fed. I knew she would do the same after I was done. We accepted this was a weird situation, but there were still ways to make it marginally less weird.

My insides wriggled with the glee of having the dense weight of her bosom on me, flattening the features of my face. I nuzzled the satin skin of the underside of her breast, appreciating the firmness of the flesh, until she lifted the overfilled sack and guided her proud nipple into my mouth.

I closed my eyes and suckled joyously. At first I just enjoyed the rubbery flexibility of the small nub. Then, after a moment, I lapped up a the first few droplets of her sweet nectar.

I sucked with more fervour then, coaxing out the milk trapped in her breast until it flowed freely and I could gorge myself like a fattening tick.

My mom smiled lovingly and hummed softly while I drank. The fingers of her one hand playfully teased the my fringe. Her other hand slowly made its way down my chest, over my flat stomach and under the waistband of my cargo shorts.

There her nimble fingers found the plumped out mushroom head of my cock, already straining to seek its freedom, and began to gently pluck at it.

When I was fully hard she guided my cock to where it pressed between my waistband and my stomach. Then she undid my button and fly, pulling my full length out through the slit in my boxers.

While I drank from her, she played in an unhurried manner with my now exposed cock.

This had become our special time together. I had never felt closer to another human being in my entire life. It was so luxurious for us both that we could have, and if not for Ian would have, stayed like that for hours. The ache I drew out of her breasts seemed to pour into me and pool exquisitely in my balls. The more she filled me up, the more my balls ached for release. But in this she was determined to keep me frustrated, at least until she was done. She brought me me to the brink and then, with loving cruelty, made me draw back, forcing my pleasure to multiply.

It was only when the steady flow of milk from both her breasts had petered out to the barest drip, that she finally let me have my pleasure.

She squeezed hard and pulled down, stretching the skin of my cock as tight as it would go again and again until I shook and disgorged a thick stream of seed that first coated, and then dribbled off, her hand.

With a contented sigh she leaned back on one hand and raised the other to her mouth. She then proceeded to lick my come off of it, from her fingertips down to her wrist, where some of it was trying to escape down her forearm.

I lay in her lap, looking up at her perfect breasts which seemed to fill my entire field of vision. The feeding bra she wore only served to enhance the scale and symmetry of her breasts. Framing them in white lace and making them seem as if they were being pushed up and forward, as an offering to me. It had been an offer I had very willingly accepted.

"Was that my surprise?" I asked, already knowing her answer, but wanting to find a way to pry for more knowledge.

"Don't be silly. That was business. Play time is still coming."

I loved my job.

"Can I have it now?" I said in my most wheedling tone.

"Now, where would be the fun in that?"

I groaned and rolled off her lap. As much as I could have layed there all day, there were an endless list of chores to get done with a baby in the house. The least I could do to show my appreciation was to help my mom out.

The rest of the day passed with tortuous anticipation. My mom and I spent the day together, tidying up, getting various tasks around the house done and playing with Ian when he was awake.

Finally, after she had cooked my favourite dinner, her homemade lasagne, and eaten an early dinner, she put Ian to bed for, what we hoped, was the last time.

"It's time for your surprise," she practically sung as she sat me down on the couch in the living room.

"Wait right here until I call you. I need a little time to prepare, okay?"

I nodded, my body and mind both buzzing with anticipation

I tried to watch TV, but I couldn't concentrate. So I just sat on the edge of the sofa, my phone clutched tight in my hand, staring at the blank screen. After what seemed like and age I was all but ready to give up, the phone screen lit up.

A new message had come in. I nearly dropped my phone as I fumbled to open it.

The message was short and to the point. It simply said: "I'm waiting..."

I leapt off the couch, tossing my phone into the sofa cushions and made for the staircase.

I stopped short, a little over halfway up, when I saw a small box at the top of the stairs. It had a red bow tied around it.

Cautiously I approached it. I could not guess what was inside it. It was not a very large box, and as I got closer I could see that there was a ribbon running out of the box, along the floor and down the hallway to where it was looped around the doorknob of my mother's bedroom.

I felt my stomach muscles momentarily turn to jelly with excitement.

Slowly I opened the box. There, inside, the ribbon was tied to a small tube of lubricant. There was nothing else. No card or further instruction.

I was intrigued. My mom was always dripping wet with anticipation for my entrance into her, so we had never used the stuff. The buzzing that had started up in my gut had turned into the loud trilling of a cicada.

I pulled myself along the red strand that lead me up the short corridor, the lube clenched tightly in my sweaty palm. At the door I unwound the ribbon from around the doorknob before shouldering open the already slightly ajar door.

In the bedroom my mom lay nestled in a pile of pillows against the headboard of the bed. She was dressed in a lacy black negligee, almost, but not quite sheer enough to see through. She had taken the time to apply a subtle layer of makeup, to further accentuate her beauty, and she had done her dirty blonde hair up in the way she knew drove me wild.

My dick unrolled in my pants like a party blower.

She looked unbelievable. My lungs seemed to have bottomed out before I had even sucked in any air.

I looked down at the ribbon in my hand and the followed its line until it disappeared amongst the folds in the bedclothes.

"You ready?" She asked, in that shy way that seemed to disrupt the functioning of my heart, groin and brain.

I nodded dumbly before asking, "What's this for?" indicating the ribbon.

"Come and find out."

Again I pulled myself along the ribbon. At first it slipped through my fingers but, as I drew up to the bed I saw that it was losing its slackness.

I stopped when it was off the ground, but still loose enough to hang down in the middle. I could see now that the ribbon ended somewhere beneath my mom.

I licked my dry lips.

Slowly, never taking her eyes off me, she rolled over. She was on all fours now, the hem of the negligee not quite covering the lower twin curves of her substantial backside. The ribbon now looked like a long tail, coming out from under her lingerie.

"Come on," She said in the way you might to encourage an unfamiliar cat.

I kicked off my shoes and then got up on to the bed on my knees. I shuffled forward until I was only inches behind her. She grinned over her shoulder and wiggled her bottom enticingly.

"Go on," She coaxed me.

I placed a trembling hand on her right ass cheek to steady myself. I could feel her warmth through the thin material and the yielding flesh beneath.

Then, with my other hand, I pinched the hem of her negligee between my thumb and fingers and began to lift it.

I hissed out a curse as I raised it up. She wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her adorable sex peeking tantalizingly out from between her thighs. Yet still the anchor point of the ribbon remained mysterious.

I lifted the material an inch more and stared wide-eyed. The lube and the ribbon I held fell forgotten somewhere on the bedspread. I was like a blind man being given the first chance in his life to see a sunrise. I did not want to blink my eyes in case this vision disappeared.

There, between the plump cheeks of her ass was a small red jewel, winking back at me even in the dimmed light of the bedroom. The ribbon ran underneath the faux gemstone and went no further.

I looked up at my mother's face, who was clearly beaming at the realisation that was now dawning on me. She nodded and I leaned in closer.

I pulled gently on the ribbon and she groaned, arching her back. I peered behind the jewel and saw where the ribbon was tied to a thin metal rod that protruded from it. This looked like it was in the process of being swallowed by the perfect, pink, tiny little ring of muscle around my mom's asshole. As I pulled slightly harder I watched as the sphincter stretched, before opening just enough for me to glimpse a small piece of what was obviously a large, spherical shape.

"Mom?" I asked, my voice coming out higher than I intended, "Are you wearing a butt-plug?"

"Mmm hmm," She purred, then added, "Surprise!."

I was taken aback, transfixed by what I was staring at. It was beyond even my wildest fantasies.

She began to tease me by rolling her hips, forcing my eyes to follow the swirling movement of the shiny jewel embedded in her ass.

"I wanted to give you something really special. I wanted to give you something I have never given to anyone else. It can be a first for both of us, something only we share. I've been secretly training myself all week. I wanted to show you just how much this last month has meant to me."A sudden shyness overtook her then and she looked away, her face flushing slightly, before asking, "You haven't... have you?"

Taking a moment grasp her meaning I shook my head vehemently, replying, "No. God no! I mean, I have always wanted to try it, but I didn't think anyone I was with would ever... " I paused a moment before asking, "Wait, we are talking about, you know," I mouthed word, "Anal."

My mom laughed in her girlish way before biting her bottom lip and nodding. There was mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Fuck," I breathed out again.

"Well?" She asked, "What are you waiting for? Happy birthday."

I did not need a second invitation. I jumped off the bed and stripped down before returning to her, reverently holding out my hands to her milky white ass.

I placed one on each wide, rounded cheek and moved them apart. She spread before me, skin stretching, causing the little jewel to rise and lift.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, completely fascinated by the movement of the little foreign object she had inserted into her rectum.

"A little, at first but now it feels..." she took a moment to look for the word, "Strange. But in a good way. It kind of tingles."

I took the jewel between my fingers and gently pried it up. My dick twitched violently at the sight of her taught diaphragm of muscle stretching up into a dome. Her skin seemed reluctant to release its grip on the silver plug inside her.

With the speed of honey dripping down the side of its bottle, I started to extricate the small sphere from within her.

I stopped when her perfect asshole was stretched to its widest, the plug exactly halfway in and halfway out.

My mom mewled softly.

Then I pushed it back in, watching it sink into a deep depression before her body welcomed the silver ball back into its warm embrace.

"Do you like it?" My mom huffed, she seemed to be struggling to keep her eyes open, they were so heavily hooded by desire.

"I love it, mom. It's the single greatest thing in my life. I... I don't have the words."

"That's okay, baby. You can show me instead."

I nodded, continuing to gently pull out and insert the butt plug into my mom like I was steeping a cup of tea.

She was sucking on her bottom lip. Looking down I could see the shine of pooling liquid caught in her folds. Taking her weight on one hand she used the other to shrug off the strap of her negligee. Her heavy breast was apparently desperate to taste freedom, and immediately tumbled out and swung just above the bed sheet.

She took the mass of flesh in her palm, lifting and squeezing it. Her hand sank deep into her own flesh, which seemed determined to spill free from her grip.

"Can I taste you?" I asked.

"Do you even need to ask?" She replied, her body already anticipating my need and rolling onto her back with just the slightest suggestion from my hands.

As she settled into the soft pillows her legs fell open. I laughed with gleeful surprise when I saw that she had shaved for me. Her plumped up, pink pussy lips were bared starkly before me, the skin above them shining with a fresh, bald sheen. The red jewel just below them was almost entirely swallowed by her her ass cheeks, but I could still just see it glinting from within its cushion of flesh.

"It's another part of your present" She said as she ran a finger over her shaved mound and dipped it into into her folds. She then brought the finger up to draw a crude, wet circle around her nipple.

I nodded, words failing me again. This really was the best birthday ever.

Again I licked my lips. I needed to have her taste on my tongue. I bent down and placed a soft kiss at the apex of her sex. Her shaved skin was so smooth, so sensitized. She squirmed beneath me.

I moved my mouth down until I was kissing her pussy like it was her mouth, my tongue snaking out and writhing with her labia like they were another tongue.

Her hands came down and pulled my face into her, her hips wriggling to settle her body in comfortably for what was to come.

I lapped at her inner folds until I felt her relax completely. I looked up and saw she had both tits out now. Her negligee was little more than a band around her stomach. She had hauled up one of her breasts in both hands to her mouth and was now flicking her tongue over her own nipple.

She could do remarkable things with those wonder-breasts, when they weren't overflowing with milk.

Her smile was a little guilty as she looked down her body at me. I smiled back and then indicated that I wanted her to lift her knees up, with another small push on the right direction.

She obliged, keeping her legs spread, but bringing her knees almost up to her chest. Her pussy lifted and her ass reshaped itself such that the little jewel now stuck out proudly.

I curled two fingers around it, like the plunger on a french press, and tugged back ever so gently. She lifted her hips with the motion, as if to reduced the resistance on the plug.

Gently I eased the plug out. Her sphincter fought me all the way, trying to keep the thin membrane of skin wrapped around it until it finally could stretch no further. I watched with fascination as she birthed the shiny metal object from her anus.

Once I had it passed the widest point it plopped out into my hand with ease, allowing me to inspect it closely. The jewel was attached to the plug by thin metal rod, which the ribbon was still tied to. The plug was not a perfect sphere, I could see that now. It was turnip shaped, its base tapering down to a little rounded point.

I placed a finger against the muscle, which had immediately pursed tight the instant the plug left her, and prodded her curiously. When I looked up she met my gaze. She just smiled and nodded.

I pushed my finger against her with insistent force until it slipped inside and I could feel the warmth of her insides. She made a happy little sound in the back of her throat.

I dipped the finger in and out of her, feeling the strength and flexibility of that muscle, wondering how my cock could possibly fit in there.

Then I withdrew, using my hand to find the lube I had dropped. Once I had located it I smeared the the buttplug liberally with the clear, thick gel. This done, I pointed the tip of the object at her rear entrance and, with a firm push, I inserted it back in, the ribbon still attached. Her muscles tensed, her fingers digging deep in to her own breast, until the plug was past the halfway point and was then gulped down by her body.

I knew I was going to enjoy this.

I lowered my face to her spread pussy, where I could actually see the liquid that coated her inner folds. While I slid my tongue into her slit, I moved the buttplug. First with little tugs but then, as my tongue began to sink deeper into her cleft, with long, slow pulls and pushes.

By the time I had her clitoris bouncing around under my tongue like a speed-ball, I was pulling the plug out completely and the re-inserting it over and over, forcing her sphincter to stretch and relax, stretch and relax. When I looked up I could see her eyes were closed and her lips curled so that her teeth were exposed in a sexy grimace of pleasure. She had brought up one arm under each breast, so they hung over the crooks of her elbows. They were trembling with the micro-convulsions that were wracking her entire muscular system.

In the short time since I had given her her first true orgasm, by her own admittance, she had developed quickly under my near constant attention. I too had learned her body well. In fact it had hardly seemed like I had to. I was as if I had been attuned to her, seemingly able to anticipate her every need in such away that, with little practice, I had mastered the art of winkling out those previously impossible orgasms from her. Each one more precious than a pearl to me.

I knew I had her now. There was a small window of opportunity where I could both maximise her pleasure and reduce her discomfort in the imminent merging of our two bodies.

Her moan was sorrowful when I took my mouth off her, knowing she was just a few gentle strokes away from her peak. I moved quickly, but smoothly. First I pulled out the buttplug. With the lube I had added, and the juices that were streaming down from her pussy, this was a far easier than it had been in the beginning. Then I lowered myself and guided my painfully inflexible cock down until it nosed her tender little knot.

I had to keep my muscles tensed to maintain the pressure I had on her, without actually forcing my way in. With my one free hand, I hurriedly dug into her again easily finding her swollen clit. Purposefully, I began to manipulate it again.

As I had anticipated, she shot to her zenith in moments. Her body drawn tight as a bowstring, she sat up and took my head between her hands before kissing me so violently it felt like she was sucking on my face.

As she did this her climax rocked her, shaking her body and forcing her to sigh deep into my mouth.

This was my moment.

As she convulsed I drove myself forward. Every muscle in her body was relaxing and clenching in rapid succession. Her asshole seemed to be gasping and, at each instant of relaxation, I slid a little more inside of her. It was as if her body were gobbling me up, inch by inch until, as she bucked in one final aftershock, the force of the movement and shift of angle let me plunge the last stretch inside her. I was now buried up to my balls inside my mom's overwhelmingly tight ass.

"Mmm, Chase, baby," She crooned, "You little sneak."

"Did it hurt?"

"A little, but not as much as I thought it would. That was a neat little trick. You made me come so hard there was no room left in my brain for other sensations."

"And now?"

"It hurts a little. You're so big, baby."

"Should I pull out?" I really hoped she would say no.

She shook her head, flicking the hair that had come loose from her up-do across her face and said, "No, baby. It feels so good to have you inside me. I would feel empty if you left now. Besides, I have one last surprise for you."

"Mom," I jokingly scolded her, letting her know she had already done more than enough.

Her smile widened and she leaned forward conspiratorially. She was so close I could hear her breathing, still fast after her recent climax, loud in my ear. In a whisper she said, "I want you to come inside me."

My body jerked involuntarily and I saw a flash of discomfort on her face.

"Sorry," I flushed and pulled back, embarrassed, as I asked, "Seriously, though?"

"Mmm hmm," She hummed in my ear, "I want to feel your thick spunk pouring into me. If I wasn't breastfeeding I would go on the pill and then I would let you fill me everyday."

I barely held back my body's desire to fulfill her wish and unload myself right then and there in her cramped little passage.

"Can you do that for me? Can you fill mommy's ass with your come?"

She knew I could not handle it when she talked dirty. It turned me into her complete slave, and never has a slave been so willing to serve his mistress.

As I kissed her I sunk my shaft deep into her once more. Through her grin she nipped at me, catching my bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard enough to be a little painful. It only made me kiss her more passionately.

I was gentle at first, careful to keep my pace slow. But, as she lay back and rolled her head upwards, I began to increase my tempo.

Looking down I saw that her wobbling breasts had actually begun to leak little milky droplets. I had drained her thoroughly earlier, so it could not be from oversaturation. Perhaps it was linked in some way to her lust-filled desire.

It mattered little to me. I could only lower my head and lap up the sweet dew drops like a hungry kitten.

From the sounds that were coming out of the back of her throat, it seemed I had made the right decision.

I had to force myself to take a moment and appreciate my life in that instant. My mom, the most beautiful woman I knew, whom I loved in every way possible, now had her ass impaled on my cock. Her insides sucked cloyingly at me, resistant to my movement but softer and smoother than anything I had ever known.

I could feel each micro-ridge of the cylindrical tissue encasing me. The movement through which seemed to create a wicked vibration all along my shaft and down along an invisible chord to something in my core.

I was so close to climaxing, I knew I had but a few strokes left in me. But then something brushed my belly. I glanced down, between the valley of her palpitating breasts and saw she had snuck a hand down between us.

It was clutching desperately at her crease, seemingly intent upon easing some source of pain or tension with much focused rubbing.

I groaned, knowing I could not deny her another climax, even if it did cause damage to my mahood, which was already practically distended in its overwrought state.

I fought the urge to explode inside her, biting down on my cheek until I tasted the copper of blood in my mouth.

"Holy crap," She gasped, "Holy crap! I think I'm going to come again. Jesus, Chase, I think I'm going to fucking come again! I want you deep inside me baby. I want you so deep."

It was too much, her begging voice, the flutter of her hand against my belly, the way her breasts were quivering between us from the rapid jilling of her hand.

I was undone.

My climax speared out of me. From my balls to the tip of my shaft it felt like a toothpaste tube that someone had gripped at the base then squeezed in one swift downward yank that expelled its entire contents in a mess of thick sticky coils.

And then it happened again.

And again.

As, what felt like, very ounce of fluid in my body was being wrung out of me by my mom's ass, she was just reaching her peak again too. When she suddenly felt her insides awash with my hot seed, the edge of the cliff she had been approaching calved away and she fell unexpectedly with it.

A long whine was pulled out of her as her already exhausted muscles were forced again into a rigid lockdown. She shuddered and jerked her orgasm out under me.

The pulping convulsions of her ass seemed to draw out and exacerbate the intensity of my orgasm.

Without thinking I bent, wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up bodily. We balanced like that for an age, my knees and back taking strain as I held her up. Our mouths were pressed together, but we were both too lost to kiss. Instead we just stayed there, jouncing each other with the aftershocks that passed between us.

When I finally opened my eyes I found myself staring straight into hers, which appeared almost yellow in this light. A predator's eyes. They asked a question she had no need to speak.

"Yeah," I breathed out.

"Yeah?"

"Best ever. But then, that seems to be true every night with you. But only until the next night," I laughed.

"Me too, baby. Who knew I would like anal so much? To be honest, I was a little terrified."

I laughed and then, pulling my face into a more somber expression said, "Mom?"

"Yes, baby."

"I love you."

"I know, Chase. I love you too. I don't think you can comprehend quite how much."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I can," I said as I finally allowed myself to fall on top of her and then rolled off so that we were on our sides, facing each other. I slipped out of her in the motion and my cock felt cold without her warm embrace around me.

I just lay there and stared at the tiny freckles under her eyes that I had never noticed until we had started being intimate with each other. She stared back, placing a soft hand over my cheek and ear, the smile on her lips never wavering.

Things in my life had taken a pretty strange turn, I knew that. Most people, I am sure, would have judged us for what we had done, and still were doing. But I had no intention of stopping. I had never dreamed happiness like this was even possible, it shone out of us, illuminating every part of our lives in a warm glow that made it all seem more beautiful. However twisted we were, we were twisted in such a way that we fit perfectly and locked together.

"Best birthday ever," my mom sighed, pulling me deeper into her embrace.

I could not have agreed more.

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