Xev Bellringer – Mother’s Milk
I didn’t mean for it to happen this way… to happen at all. I just wanted to spend the weekend alone with my sweet son on vacation, to bond with him again. Ever since the arrival of his new baby sister, I’ve been giving him less and less attention. I miss him. Too much. I’ve just been so overwhelmed… so much that I forgot my breast pump at home.
I was just trying to fit into that tiny bikini, struggling to squeeze my massive, milk filled breasts into the itty bitty top. No matter how much I pulled at my nipples, drawing out modest trickles of milk, it wasn’t enough. I needed help… I needed my son to suck my breasts empty. It was the only way.
I couldn’t believe he agreed to it. He was so obliging, so willing to help his poor mother. But I should have known, as soon as I straddled him on the chair and coaxed my aching nipple into his mouth… felt him gently latch on to my breasts…. pull my milk into his mouth… swallowing. I should have known how good it would make me feel. I moaned. Then he… grew hard between my legs. My son. For his mother. It was wrong. But I wanted more. And so did he.
I slid onto the bed next to him… I asked him to keep sucking my tender nipples… to give me relief. I told myself it was just to fit into that bikini. But then I heard myself ask him to put his hand between my legs. Oh God, it felt good. We shouldn’t have done what we did. I shouldn’t have let him push me onto my back, continue to rub my pussy… continue to suckle on me. But I DID want it. I eagerly pulled his rigid cock out of his swim shorts and took him into my wet womanhood. I wanted my own son to fuck me… to fuck me like his father wouldn’t.