Capítulo 250: Full Cups of Mom's Milk
byHeyAll©
In the rustic manor, Sophie unbuttoned her top to free her breasts. Everything else about her was perfectly composed. From her high-heels, to her office skirt, to her makeup and hair -- everything was professional.
Her blouse was open and her bra was lifted. Sophie's breasts were plump and firm. Her pink nipples protruded whenever she took them out like this.
She was in the library room. The walls were filled with classic literature and a variety of antiques from around the world. Nothing was overly pretentious about this place.
"He's ready to see you now," a maid said, blushing at the sight of the bare breasts.
"Thank you."
A tray with two small glass cups was left for her. There was a mirror in that library and Sophie checked her appearance, still dumbfounded that a woman like herself would allow her breasts to be exposed while on the job. She picked up a portfolio that she brought for this meeting and placed it on the tray alongside the cups.
Then she went to the other room, the home office, knocking before she entered. She closed the door so there'd be privacy.
Her boss was an elderly man named Mr. Rothstein who, despite his age, was still highly active in the business scene. She listened to the phone call as Mr. Rothstein looked through the window towards the view while speaking. She sat down in front of the desk, placing the tray on the table.
Mr. Rothstein turned around and signaled for her to begin. So she did.
Sophie brought a small glass cup to her left breast and pinched and pulled at her nipple. Squirt by squirt, her milk started filling the glass while her boss resumed the phone call.
This was never a position where Sophie imagined her career would lead. Her specialty was dealing with numbers, investments, and taxes. She still did those things, and she did those things very well.
In addition to those duties, her role expanded to include her boss's perverted desires. No, she was never touched or harassed. She was never made to feel uncomfortable. Her career was never threatened if she refused.
This was a mere business exchange between consenting adults. Her boss was a dream client; lots of money, straight-forward, low risks. Indulging in these perverted kinks gave Sophie greater bonus pay.
After a few minutes, the small cup was filled and the boss's phone conversation ended, so he turned his attention back to her, while standing by the window.
Sophie put the filled cup down on the tray and reached for another. Repeating the same process with her other breast, she felt the relief of draining her breasts. Whenever they had these sorts of meetings, Sophie followed the rule of leaving her breasts alone for at least a day so they'd be full.
Mr. Rothstein leaned against the wall and raised an eyebrow at her, which was a signal to get on with it.
Picking up a glass, Sophie brought it to her mouth and drank. She needed a few big gulps to drink it all down. Taking a moment to breathe and digest, she put the cup down and picked up the other cup, drinking it the same way.
When she finished, both cups were empty and her mouth tasted of her own breast milk. The flavor was sweet and creamy. She licked her lips when she finished, and as usual, Mr. Rothstein didn't show much reaction.
"Thank you," he breathed.
"Shall we get to your finances now?" Sophie asked, clearing her throat.
"No, just leave your documents there. I'll read them myself. I've gotten some bad news and I'm not in the mood to discuss finances."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want me to leave?"
With her breasts still out, she was ready to cover herself and button her top, but waited for permission.
"I want you to do me a favor," Mr. Rothstein said. "There are people on my Board and other business partners who are very loyal to me. At my age, time is short. I'm an old man. I want to give them gifts for their loyalty. And I need your help."
Sophie gulped. It was almost certain what this man wanted, because why else would he ask something like this. Aside from her breasts, their relationship could only be described as business. Mr. Rothstein never asked personal questions, nor did he seem to care.
"I'm assuming this is outside of finances," she said.
"Basically."
Usually the boss was blunt and outspoken. Today, the boss almost seemed hesitant, which was rare.
She gestured to her chest. "Does this have to do with my breasts?"
"It has to do with things beyond the scope of your employment. Understand?"
Her heart was beating faster. If a man like Mr. Rothstein was too timid to ask, even after their breast-milk relationship, then it must have been something truly salacious. Overall, she knew Mr. Rothstein was a fair minded and reasonable man who had a few sexual fetishes. Working for him was something she wanted to continue.
"I understand," she said. "No promises, but what are you thinking? As long as this remains discreet, I'll consider it."
"A few of these people I've known for decades. Some, I've known almost my whole life. Aside from business, these people know everything about me. And I know everything about them."
Sophie smiled at the tender words. "I grew up with sisters and I have girlfriends that I'm close with. Believe me, I get what you're saying."
"I've written you a letter," Mr. Rothstein said. "It contains the names and interests of the men who will receive these gifts. The gifts are unusual and sexual in content. If you complete the gifts for these men, then I will hand you a check for $100,000."
"Did you say..."
"Yes, that's the correct amount. A sum like that gives you an idea of how much this means to me. I've witnessed my fantasies come true. I want them to have the same fulfillment."
Mr. Rothstein reached inside the wooden drawer of his desk and placed a thick envelope in front of Sophie. Looking at the size of it, it must have easily been at least 10 pages.
She took the envelope. "Do you want me to read it now?"
"No, do it some place where you can reflect on it."
She held the envelope tightly. "If you're expecting me to...."
Mr. Rothstein laughed and cut her off. "Don't worry, you won't have to fuck them. Besides, most of them are much too old."
When the meeting was over, Sophie pulled her bra down to tuck her nipples away. She buttoned her blouse and fixed her outfit. Leaving the manor, she and the maid both blushed walking past each other.
***
She spent days reading and re-reading the handwritten letter. It was almost like a condensed version of a memoir in which Mr. Rothstein explained why he liked the breast milk fetish. It also gave a detailed breakdown of each business partner, what their relationships were like, and what their fetishes were.
It would be Sophie's responsibility to indulge what these men wanted. Each gift was sexually charged and what she considered to be extremely taboo. A mild-mannered woman, Sophie was tame in the bedroom. The most unusual thing she'd ever done was pump her breast milk so that Mr. Rothstein could watch her drink it.
Turning down the request was a real possibility. She was assured that if she declined, the scope of her employment would be untouched. She was the only woman Mr. Rothstein asked to do this.
What these men were interested in was someone like her: Smart. Middle-aged. Professional. Lactating. With a son of legal age.
She was single and her son was a normal 18 year old. They were a lot alike. They were both math geeks who enjoyed reading crime thrillers and watching movies. Her son had started college already and was a business major.
If they did this, Mr. Rothstein promised to give her son a job straight out of college. The large sum of money was one thing, but a guaranteed job was something else. It would be incredible for her son's career.
One night, she went to Matthew's room and placed the boss's letter on the bed. Then she explained how her relationship with Mr. Rothstein went beyond financial planning and taxation. She confessed everything she did with her breast milk, how she'd milk herself into a cup, and how she'd drink while the boss watched.
Then she explained the financial benefits and job offer for her son. Money like that would be life changing.
With that out of the way, she gave her son time to read the letter. It took about 45 minutes because Matthew read it slowly, given how taboo and extreme the content was. It made sense. People don't read about these things everyday.
Finished, it was time for them to talk and Sophie was ready to field questions. She wondered what would come first.
"You... do that with your breasts?" Matthew asked, perplexed.
She nodded, unashamed. "That's right. You're old enough to understand. I know it sounds bizarre, but one day you'll realize why men like it."
"Actually, I get it."
"Do you?" Sophie raised an eyebrow.
"I think Rothstein does a pretty good job explaining the appeal of it."
She watched her son squirm. Yes, the letter went into great detail about why men enjoy the sight of a lactating breast. Seeing her son's reaction was cute.
"Do you like long, pink nipples?" she asked. "Do you like when they're swollen? How about when the breasts are filled with milk?"
Matthew tensed. "I'm sure you can guess."
"Answer me. If we're going to do this, then we have to be open and honest. There can't be any ambiguities between us."
"Yes, I do," he replied.
"Yes, what?"
Matthew gulped. "I like the sight of long pink nipples that are thick and sensitive."
"And?"
He squirmed. "I like when breasts are filled with milk."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Mom, every guy likes breasts. It's a fact of life."
"When this is done, you'll become a man. I'm going to make you a man."
With the wheels in motion, Sophie had come to grips with her own sexuality. This was far beyond anything she ever did with Mr. Rothstein.
It excited her to bring Matthew into this because it was something new. At her age, new thrills and experiences are a rarity. Initially, she was appalled by the idea. But the more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her.
Knowing her boss, it was possible that this was only the beginning. A man like Mr. Rothstein is never satisfied. But that was a problem for another day. For now, her biggest concern was earning the money they agreed upon.
Her other priority was turning Matthew into a man.
***
Mr. Rothstein owned a business empire, many of which involved the use of laboratory research to make feminine products. It was how Sophie was able to get an immediate appointment.
It would probably be a humiliating experience, but she was prepared for that. Her mindset was that she'd never see these people again since she never went to the lab anyway. Her world was finances.
She was in the waiting room with her son when she was called. They were led down the hall. This place was fairly new and everything was modern. The small room had all sorts of fancy equipment inside.
The exam table was ready and Sophie was instructed to sit. A tension lingered as the nurse seemed uncomfortable by Matthew being there.
"Will your son be staying here as well?" the nurse asked.
Sophie nodded. "Yes, it's for educational purposes."
The nurse thought it was strange and tried to hide her reaction. Certainly this was the first time a mother and son had ever been in this room together, doing something that involved partial nudity.
"I'll have to ask you to remove your top," the nurse said.
Glancing over, the nurse looked at the son, wondering if this was actually happening. It was.
Sophie had mentally prepared herself for this. This would be the first time she'd ever bared her tits in front of her son. She removed her blouse and she tried not to be nervous when she unclipped her bra.
Her full breasts were exposed, and with an upright posture, she kept facing the nurse, who was preparing things on a table.
"Hold still," the nurse said. "This may feel a little cold, but you'll get used to it."
A wet cloth was used to wipe Sophie's breasts to clean them. The nurse knew that Sophie was lactating, so the cleaning was done gently. Any hard press could result in milk being sprayed. When it came to cleaning her nipples, Sophie felt herself becoming erect. She could feel the blood flow and her chest become stiffer.
Looking down, she saw her pink nipples rock hard from the cool liquid. She was positive her son was staring with full attention.
The nurse picked up a small pump which had a cup attached to it.
"Now I'm going to drain your breasts," the nurse said.
Sophie tensed. "Do you mind if my son does it? It's part of his education."
It was an embarrassing request, and the nurse genuinely seemed shocked, but it was all part of Mr. Rothstein's guideline. She could have cheated, but she was a woman of integrity. So she followed the terms of what her boss wanted.
The nurse eventually relented. "Sure, I think it's sweet that you're teaching your son about nature. The pump is easy to use. Press the latch around the nipple, then push this button. When finished, turn the pump off. Then bring a cloth to the nipple when pulling the pump away, to avoid any spillage."
When the pump was handed to Matthew, he took it, and Sophie looked at her son for the first time since her tits were exposed. She noticed her son's nervousness, yet subtle excitement. They both knew this would be awkward and she kept reminding her son to think of this as job experience. They were doing this with a goal in mind.
The latch was brought to her nipples and Sophie was impressed by the way her son was handling it, under the watchful eye of the nurse. Matthew and the nurse both stared closely at her pink nipple as her breast was being secured.
Once ready, Matthew pressed the button and a suction pulled at Sophie's nipple. It felt good, as suction on her nipple always does. She had plenty of experience with all sorts of breast pumps. But what made this different was that now Matthew was looking closely.
The breast pump had a clear latch and Matthew and the nurse both saw the pink nipple being stretched to impressive lengths. Milk sputtered into the cup. The pump was highly effective at pulling on her nipple and elongating the shape.
It took a few minutes before the cup was almost filled and her breast was feeling drained. And in that time, her arousal had spiked. She previously wondered if she'd like this or not, and as it turned out, she did. It was a real rush of erotic excitement.
"That one appears done," the nurse said. "Turn it off, and I'll clean the nipple. Then we'll finish with the other breast."
Working as a team, the nurse put a cloth around the breast, while Matthew switched the pump off and pulled it away. The nurse caught any excess milk and wiped the breast clean.
"That was fun," Matthew said with a smile.
Sophie remained stoic. "Good, because you have one more breast to drain."
After the cup was changed and the breast pump was ready to go, they started again. Matthew had more experience this time and everything went along faster.
It took a few more minutes before that breast was done. All the while, she did her best to avoid eye contact with her son. It was still a difficult thing to get used to. Again, she had to remind herself that this was an extension of her job. That the money they'd be getting would make it all worth it.
The nurse helped clean her breast when it was finished. Now there were two cups of mom's milk on the table.
"Alright, we're all done," the nurse smiled at them politely. "Did either of you have any further questions?"
"I think we're fine. Thank you so much. I know these circumstances are a bit unusual, but it's for a purpose. Thanks again for being understanding."
They blushed at each other, and with the task done, Sophie went to put her bra on, followed by the rest of her top.
*
Afterwards, they drove a few blocks down the street to a photography studio. The place was tiny and there weren't any customers, which is exactly what Sophie wanted. She needed complete discretion.
"I'll be blunt," Sophie said, trying not to be embarrassed. "Do you take partially naked photos?"
The photographer was caught off guard for a second, but remained composed. A place like this rarely did anything with nudity, from the looks of things. It was a nice neighborhood in the city and the storefront had a large window so people outside could see.
Curtains were available for more privacy, but still, this was hardly the place to conduct a photoshoot of this type. However, the fact that this place was only run by a single person was what made Sophie interested.
"How naked?" the photographer asked.
"My breasts."
The photographer still seemed surprised. "That's doable. I have experience with that. What exactly are you looking for?"
"Basic pictures. Nothing fancy. My breasts will be showing and he'll be standing next to me. That's all."
Sophie gestured to her son -- without revealing their mom/son bond -- and hoped that the photographer wouldn't ask any further questions. As expected, Matthew was embarrassed. Who wouldn't be in a situation like this?
It took a moment for the photographer to register this request. Sophie hardly looked like a woman who'd take breast pictures with an 18 year old male. She looked like a typical office employee. She had the personality of a lawyer. And she was dressed like a plain financial analyst.
"I can do that," the photographer said. "When would you like to start?"
"Right now. I'd like the pictures right away."
All of them went to the photograph area and a curtain was pulled so that they'd have some form of privacy from the people walking down the street, should anyone decide to look through the window.
Sophie removed her blouse the same way she did earlier. It was all very methodical. She kept reminding herself that she'd never see this photographer ever again. Business was business.
After unclipping her bra, she stood topless, while wearing her office skirt and heels. Then she only put her blouse back on, keeping it open so that both tits were on full display.
She took a moment to check her reflection in the mirror. She looked sexy the way she was. But for the best possible product, she reached into her purse for a comb and fixed her hair, and she put a few touches on her lipstick.
Finished, she stood in the center of the room and told her son to stand beside her.
"Basic pictures please," Sophie said. "I'll be wearing my blouse for some images. I'll be topless for the rest."
The photographer agreed, readied the camera, and snapped several photographs. Sophie tried to avoid facial expressions during the photography, but as a reflex, she found herself smiling while her blouse was open. After a few more shots, she removed her blouse and tossed it onto a nearby table so she stood topless.
When it was done, Sophie went to her bra and wore it. She swiftly put her blouse back on and buttoned it while the photographer went to work developing the pictures.
It was when Sophie had a chance to review the final product that she was able to see how depraved this was. She looked like her professional self in the photos. Poised. Perfect posture. Neat and orderly in her appearance. But her tits were fully exposed and her nipples were hard.
And she was standing alongside her dear son. The person she loved most in this world. The person she'd do anything for. Again, she reminded herself that this was for Matthew's future. That this was well worth the sacrifice.
"That'll be $160," the photographer said, handing her the pictures in an envelope.
Sophie handed $200. "Keep the change. And please, don't tell anyone about this."
They drove home and picked up her son's favorite pizza along the way. During the drive, her son was mostly quiet, but seemed to be in a good mood. All throughout the day, she noticed the curiosity in her son's eyes. It was apparent.
She knew her son had dated a few girls and probably already had sex. And with the internet these days, she knew Matthew had likely seen all kinds of explicit stuff on a regular basis. Breasts should be common for a young man like Matthew.
But this was different. These were mom's breasts. Plus they contained milk. It was the forbidden fruit for a young male. At Matthew's age, seeing mom's tits was supposed to be highly inappropriate and taboo, yet there weren't any complaints whatsoever.
Sophie wondered if her son would masturbate to these memories. It seemed inevitable. She wondered how soon it would happen. Today? After they ate when Matthew went back to his bedroom? What would he think about while he cums?
The thought was alluring to Sophie. In an hour or more, she'd be the focus of her son's dirty thoughts. It would bring him to an orgasm and a mess would be made.
Deep down that aroused Sophie. Arriving back home, she knew that she'd also masturbate thinking of the day's events.
***
The only places she's ever met Mr. Rothstein was in the office or the manor. Those meetings revolved around finances, and in recent months, included Sophie's breast milk. Everything was always cordial and there was an air of formality that was ever-present.
Now, they met in an exclusive Spa & Fitness center that catered to rich clients. True to form, Sophie was dressed in her usual outfit of a blouse, office skirt, and heels. Her hair and makeup were neatly presented as always. Her son was dressed semi-casually.
Prominent men of Mr. Rothstein's business circle sat around an oval table in the private room. They were Board members, investors, and close confidants. All of them were dressed semi-casually before their spa treatment after this meeting. Their personal relationships were as strong as their financial ties as they'd all known each other for decades.
In front of each businessman was a framed photograph of Sophie topless standing alongside her son. In envelopes were the rest of the pictures. It was what some of these men were interested in. Mother and son. Breasts exposed.
A special gift set was made for each businessman. Everyone was given the same thing, which was Sophie's breast milk incorporated into various products. This included scented candles and massage oils that were infused with Sophie's lactation from the lab.
Mr. Rothstein owned these product lines and a few employees were kept in the dark about what exactly they were making. Now, this select group of business insiders were gifted with something unique. They had smells and scents which would remind them of something utterly taboo.
Did Sophie worry about these pictures being spread?
No, she knew she could trust these men. These men shared their dirty secrets with each other. They knew that everyone in the room could be trusted. And who exactly would they share these pictures with? Having mother/son photos was something meant for safe keeping.
Sophie and her son remained standing while everyone took their seat around the table and inspected their gifts. The men admired their wrapped gifts with pride and eagerness. And it was the photos that really put it all together.
"There you have it," Mr. Rothstein said to the group, while inspecting his own gift set. "Scents of a woman's breast milk. And proof of a son's involvement."
It was jarring to see these perverted older men, who were respectable in the public eye, now grinning at the gifts they received. The men looked at her, fully dressed with a sophisticated aura, then looked down at the photographs of her topless standing next to her son. It made her blush that this was happening.
A corporate Board member said, "This is the perfect aphrodisiac. I'm going to get massaged with some of this oil afterwards."
"Same here," another man added.
"I'm going to light this scented candle tonight when I make love to my wife. The aromas will bring back so many memories of my mother."
These perversions ran deep. Sophie had thought that these were just old men with dirty fantasies. Instead she learned that it was much more than that. Some of these men cherished a mom/son relationship. To some of them, it was the most romantic thing in the world.
"Can we see it? I need a little more proof that it's the real thing."
Mr. Rothstein smiled at his friend. "My financial planner is a woman of her word. A woman of great integrity. If you'd like a demonstration, that can certainly be arranged."
The boss got up and went to his briefcase where there was a pump and two plastic cups. It was the same type of machine that was used in the lab.
It was handed to Sophie and the boss asked if she'd be okay doing it in front of everyone. She agreed and the boss sat down. All eyes in the room were now focused on her, the star of the show. With her son standing beside her, she'd never felt this kind of pressure before.
She unbuttoned her blouse at a casual pace then lifted her bra. Her breasts were showing and the group of men were all fixated at the sight. Her nipples immediately turned erect.
"Would you mind letting your son do it?" Mr. Rothstein asked in a formal tone. "That's what these gentlemen would like to see."
Sophie mustered her courage, speaking to the group. "Sure, I'll let him do it. I consider this a business education for my son. It's his first venture in doing whatever it takes to succeed."
"Is this true, Matthew? Have you learned anything?"
Matthew gulped. "I have. My mother has always stressed the importance of hard work. I often see her working late at night typing financial reports. She's taught me a lot in the past week about doing business."
"Very good," Mr. Rothstein replied, leaning back in his seat. "Proceed."
She handed the pump to her son and they repeated the same process as in the lab office. Everyone in the room watched attentively as her left breast was being pumped. They couldn't see her nipple being stretched by the device, but her son could. She could tell that her son was being aroused by this. They hadn't done anything with her breasts since the photoshoot.
When that breast was done, Matthew pulled the device away while Sophie used her fingers to catch any excess milk that dripped, licking her fingers clean in the aftermath. The cup was removed and placed on the table. A new cup was attached to the pump and they started again.
Her other breast was subjected to the same process. She had known something like this was going to be asked of her and she hadn't drained her breast in a day. That's how the boss liked it. The boss always expected full breasts when this initially started between them.
When it was done, both cups of mom's milk were placed on the table. She left her breasts exposed because she hadn't been asked to put them away yet. As she had come to learn, this ended when Mr. Rothstein would say it's over.
"I'll pay an extra $200,000 right now. I want both of you to drink from the cups, then kiss each other. Then I want Sophie to get on her knees and pour some milk on Matthew's cock before sucking it. Then I want Sophie bent over this table, with Matthew pouring milk in his mother's pussy for lubrication before fucking her."
The request had everyone's undivided attention. Sophie was stunned because she knew that this man could afford it. The man was old and a famous investor. Who knew he had such a deviant fetish? Looking at his face, the man was dead serious about the request, as if it was a lifelong fantasy to witness.
"You'd be walking away with $300,000 total," Mr. Rothstein said, curious to see how this game would play out. "You two can talk it over. It's a major decision, after all."
Awestruck, she looked at her son for his reaction. As expected, Matthew was equally as stunned. It was one thing to expose her breasts and allow her son to pump them; those acts are natural in human life. It was something else entirely to suck and fuck in front of a group of men who had a fetish for this.
But then again, Sophie made a promise at the start to make her son a man. A real man. And that meant giving Matthew the fortitude to do whatever it took to get the job done.
"What do you think?" she asked, almost in a whisper.
"That's a lot of money. It's life changing."
"Speaking of life changing, I told you that I'd make you a man."
Matthew's eyes lit up, then he whispered, "You're serious?"
"Pick up a cup. We have work to do."
Sophie went first and picked up a cup of her breast milk. She watched her son do the same, but more nervously. The tension in the room was palpable and no one moved a muscle.
After she drank a portion of the breast milk, Matthew followed and did the same, tasting her creamy lactation for the very first time, cautiously. Her son drank regular milk at home, but this was raw, natural, and from mom's tit.
When both of their mouths were filled with her milk, she put her cup down, and Matthew also put his cup down. She took a step forward and pressed her lips tight against her son's. She had to grab her son's neck to pull him close. The kiss needed to be airtight or else milk would spill, and some did. She forced her tongue into her son's mouth and they swapped breast milk while drinking it at the same time.
Gasps filled the room. No one had ever seen anything like this before. It was new, unusual, and breathtakingly taboo.
After the tongue swapping kiss, Sophie dropped to her knees and undid her son's pants. There was no resistance. A young man like her son would never turn down oral sex from a woman, not even from mom.
The cock was already hard as expected. She picked up her cup of breast milk and dipped her son's penis into it, literally like marinating meat. Giving her son's erection a milky glaze, she took it into her mouth and sucked on it. She was quick about it because, from her knees, not all of the men could see the show. Not everyone could see her lips wrapped around it. But they all saw her head bobbing back and forth. Savoring every suck. Tasting her own milk on her son's flesh.
She stood up and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them. Before she could bend over the table, she froze. Nerves had gotten hold of her. Letting her son fuck her? In front of all these people? She felt like she lost her mind. This was completely irreversible.
"You don't have to do this," Mr. Rothstein said, amused by the reaction. "You'll already make plenty of money from these gifts you've given us."
The thought of quitting lit a fire under her. Sophie felt a renewed vigor. She swore to herself she'd make her son a man. She told her son about it. And what kind of example would she set if she quit in the middle of a job? Knowing herself, she'd feel like a horrible mother and she'd never forget it.
"A job is a job," Sophie said in a strict tone.
Pressing her palms on the long table, she bent over, facing all of the spellbound men. This would be the final gift given to them. And the most important gift of all. It was a chance to witness real mother/son fucking. Something most of them had long craved.
"Mom... I..."
Hearing her son's hesitation and shaky voice was unacceptable. Was he afraid? She couldn't allow that. She wanted her son to be brave and strong. This was a life lesson, after all.
She spread her feet. "Just fuck me."
Arching her lower back, she gave her son a better angle. Matthew picked up a mostly-empty cup of breast milk and poured it into her pussy, as the investor had requested. But in truth, Sophie's cunt didn't need any lube at all. She was soaking wet from all that she'd done with her son already.
Her son entered her pussy and they fucked. Sophie's mind was so overwhelmed she didn't know what to think or where to look. Making things easy on herself, she just faced forward, staring blankly at the wall. She kept her body in tight form so she wouldn't flail around from the fucking her son was giving. As always, she needed to look composed and in control. That was how she was raised and how she lived her life. Being a strong woman had always been the secret to her success.
Ever so gradually, that veneer of strength and confidence was starting to erode. A good fucking will do that to a woman. Her arousal was at a peak. She was a woman in extreme heat thanks to her son's hard dick thrusting in and out of her needy cunt.
She came, and so did her son. But at least her son had the ability to control his moans. Sophie, on the other hand, broke down and screamed while she came. It was the first time in her professional career that she had ever cried while on the job. And this was very much part of her job.
When it was done, Sophie was left panting and moaning, humiliated beyond belief that her erect nipples were still showing and tears were streaming down her face because of the explosive orgasm her son had given her. She looked at the men, who were in awe of the incest show.
"Another $100,000 if you let the cum flow out of your pussy and into that cup that still has a little bit of your breast milk. Drink it down. Drink it slow. I want to see the white chunks slide into your mouth before you gulp."
The request was made by a Board member of the company, who was a multi-millionaire with a deep fetish for all things mom/son.
Gradually, she put herself back together. Outwardly she was still a mess. Mentally she forced herself to become that financial planner with a great track record of professionalism and composure. She fixed her posture and made her facial expressions stern again, even with her son's flaccid penis inside of her.
"Matthew, you heard the man," she said, taking charge of this business dealing.
Knowing her son would come through, Sophie felt his dick pulling out in a swift motion, leaving her with a gaping, messy wet hole.
"Yes mom, it will be done as requested."
It made her proud that her son was able to handle a job like this. She loved that her son moved quickly, picking up a cup on the table that still had a good amount of her breast milk in it.
What she didn't expect, however, was the tenacity her son showed in performing the task. Matthew stuck two fingers deep inside of her pussy hole and fished out a mixture of cum and squirt, letting it drop into the cup. It felt good. In all honesty, if this had been done any longer, she would have cum again.
Instead, the fingers pulled out after several scoops, then Matthew handed her the cup. She looked inside. Breast milk. Clear vaginal fluids. Gobs of thick white cum, courtesy of her horny (but diligent) son.
She swirled the cum cocktail with her index finger so it would all blend together. Looking at the group, she gave the cup a slow drink. Letting the fluids and chunks slide between her lips, glide across her tongue, and flow down her throat to swallow.
Proving herself, she stuck her tongue out after she gulped down the cum mixture. All clean. With the amount of money these men were paying, they deserved a good show. And she always taught her son that reputation is important when serving clients. Always overperform and you'll always have a job.
So there it was. She succeeded. With everyone in the room applauding at what they had just seen, and appreciative of the gifts they'd been given, Sophie taught her son a valuable life lesson and had made him into a real man.
They looked at each other and she had a positive feeling about her son's future. As a mother, she'd never felt so proud.
The End
Status de energia semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Pedra de
Poder