Quickie: Mother's Milk

"Sometimes," Mom said, seeing my indecision, "I nurse Anna on my side so that I can relax."

Seeing what she meant, I said, "Yeah."

Mom rose from the couch, and I laid across it on my left side. Settling in, I glanced at Mom. She nodded, taking off her shirt and bra, letting them fall to the floor. I gulped, taking in the full glory of her breasts. Not for long. She drew an ottoman over and climbed onto both it and the couch at my knees. Curling herself into a fetal ball there, she glanced up at me, waiting.

My mind was too chaotic to proceed, but her voice cut through. Very shyly, she offered, "I--I expose a breast for Anna once I'm comfortable."

Taking her meaning, I tugged the waistband of my sweatpants over my hard-on and down to my hips. My cock looked angry--a veiny, pinkish-purple club leaping from my crotch.

Mom didn't look at it; I hesitated again, unsure of what else she needed from me to begin. My cock was right there--not four inches from her face.

Then, I remembered.

I reached down and caressed her head. I ran my knuckles softly along her cheek and her chin. I told her that she was my baby.

Then, she smiled and turned her attention to my cock. "Oh, my," she whispered. She glanced at me again with eagerness and excitement. "It looks so full and ready."

I cradled her head and massaged her there. When her fingers touched the shaft and directed the knob toward her mouth, my jaw fell open. I closed my eyes, ordering myself to remain in control, to avoid giving voice to my pleasure.

The effort and willpower it took to remain silent as my mother's wet lips closed over the head of my cock still amazes me. Every muscle in my core seemed to go rigid. My teeth clenched, and I held my breath. I fought back a grunt. Then, a groan. Swears formed on my tongue, and I bit them back. Too electrified even to trust myself to sigh without a note of pleasure, I pursed my lips and blew out a breath as quietly as I could manage.

Her mouth enveloped the tip in perfect warmth. I felt her saliva glaze the area with slickness. While her lips encircled the shaft tightly, Mom's tongue gently coaxed against the underside. The suction she offered came in soft pulses.

There was very little bobbing on the shaft. Her lips did not slide back and forth but remained mostly just behind the tip. Mom made no slurping sounds. She made those airy hums, and I heard a faint cluck whenever she swallowed. It did not feel like a blowjob; it truly felt like the knob of my cock was an enormous nipple upon which she nursed.

Mom's tongue seemed to be doing the most work. It nudged and fondled just under the tip of my cock as she soothingly sucked and swallowed. It felt tranquil and relaxing from the start, but as she continued, I realized that the gentle licks would sweep me to a sudden climax.

I mentally battled against the imminent orgasm. I sucked in a breath and held it. Just as the onset loomed, she drew off. My cock throbbed fiercely, and the waves diminished, but not before I felt a single pulse drive semen up the shaft. It happened sometimes when I was on the edge.

I peered down. My cock was almost red in Mom's fist, and she gazed at the tip. When it next throbbed, the slit parted before her eyes, and thick white fluid filled the gap, oozing forth. Mom gasped. She covered the knob with her mouth and sucked. Her tongue swept up the underside, tempting the semen free. She hummed sweetly, and then I felt her swallow it down.

I couldn't help but groan.

She drew off and looked at me. Her lips glistened before parting and curling into a grin. "I got some," she murmured.

I nodded, caressing her face and letting her know there was more.

She resumed, sucking on the knob as if it were some fruit that rewarded only the patient and gentle with its precious nectar.

I stroked her head. She hummed gratefully at my touch.

My heart began racing again. Through clenched teeth, I grunted, "Mom."

She stretched out her lips and gathered more cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Any semblance of control over the situation was lost. I was making sounds--many of them--and I could not hold them back. Her mouth swept me into a cyclone of excruciating satisfaction. My last coherent thought was that I was going to cum harder than ever before. The sensation was a bit like falling in the dark.

Suddenly, my cock began convulsing wildly in her mouth. Mom moaned. I felt streaming jets erupt from me. Mom's lips held me tight. She sucked, and I gasped. I felt her tongue collecting and whisking my semen to the back of her throat. I heard her muffled gulps and groaned. More she drew from me. More. I didn't know it was possible to cum with such power, such reckless fervor. And Mom, full of slow greed, welcomed all of it.

Practically wheezing, I slackened beside her as the contractions faded. Mom's tongue dragged forcefully against the underside, swallowing whatever final dregs she collected. When my cock grew still, she peeled her lips free with a gasping sigh. Neither of us moved for the next minute as the sound of our combined panting filled the room. It had to have been, I decided, as intense for her as it had been for me.

I wanted to tell her how good it had been, how my entire body, now buzzing warmly, had been super-sensitized to the point of delirium at the end. I reached down and tugged on her, inviting her to move up closer to me on the couch.

She did--a little bit. When her head was level with my tummy, she wrapped me in a hug. I did the same. I threw a leg over her hip and drew us together. Mom sighed as I rubbed her back.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper when she spoke. "My Ty, my guy."

"My baby," I replied. "My mom."

She kissed my belly button and snuggled against me. "It was so generous of you to share your milk with me."

Swallowing, I asked if she liked it as much as I liked hers.

"It was wonderful, Ty."

The hushed enthusiasm in her voice was an unexpected thrill. I couldn't find any words.

Mom nodded. "It's true," she explained. Then, I listened in frozen astonishment as she described the event from her point of view with that same fervor. Using our words--milk, nipple, and so on--she told me about sucking my cock. When she got to a part of her story she found particularly satisfying, she would quit speaking and plant soft, adoring kisses on my bare tummy before continuing.

She said that, when she saw how thick it was, her mouth began watering for it.

She told me she liked how her own saliva tasted after she'd drenched the knob in it.

She described her excitement at being able to watch my cock spill those first "thick drops of hot milk."

She declared that, when she finally got to taste my semen, she felt all tingly inside.

Her favorite part, she told me between kisses on my stomach, was listening to my pleasure while she "swallowed and swallowed and swallowed."

Then, she whispered that she could still feel it--my "milk"--in her tummy and that it made her body feel warm and dreamy to know it was all down there.

Needless to say, I remained paralyzed with amazement throughout her story, but my cock did not. It sprang back to throbbing, adamantine life, nestling between her tits. Mom felt this growth while she told her tale, but she didn't look or appear to let its rigid presence change how she told her story.

Until she finished divulging it.

It was then that Mom, at last, glanced down. She stared at my cock before whispering, "There's my Ty, my guy" and then she kissed the tip. Her eyes returned to mine, and she glided against me, back and forth, letting my cock ride the passage through her soft cleavage. "He's got so much more milk he wants to give me, doesn't he?" she murmured.

I nodded, swallowing in a newly dry throat.

"And you'll let me?" she asked, still gliding against me. "You'll give your hungry baby her nourishment?"

I nodded.

Her hand alighted on my upper hip and urged it back. I took the signal to mean "lay on your back." I did, and Mom slid on top of me. She kissed my balls. She kissed the shaft. She kept climbing until I felt one of her rigid nipples cuddle up to my scrotum.

I watched her, on fire with anticipation.

Using me as a body pillow, I watched Mom scoop a breast and draw it to her lips. Her tongue traced circles around the nipple, and then she latched to it, sucking. When her throat undulated and I heard her gulp, she hummed a note of sensual relief. She sucked her nipple and swallowed again before letting it free.

It was one of the sexiest, most exciting things I had ever seen.

Nothing about what she'd done with her own breast was businesslike. She cupped and squeezed it tenderly. When she licked her breast and nipple, it wasn't a show for my benefit. In truth, it was like I wasn't even there. It was as if it belonged to another woman, her lover, and she wanted to give pleasure and take enjoyment at the same time.

My gosh, I realized, she really likes her breasts.

Then, still reeling from the beauty of what I'd just witnessed, I watched Mom guide the nipple down. I saw her fingers massage the hefty flesh surrounding it. I blinked as liquid threads of breastmilk dotted and bathed the underside of my cock. Releasing the breast, she bent toward the shaft and unfurled her glistening tongue, dragging it through the milk and slurping the pool that she gathered.

The next ten minutes were an orgy of breastmilk on my cock. She bathed it in milk as if it were her precious baby, and she licked it clean to pamper it. My balls, thighs, and lower abdomen were coated in runoff fluid. I felt it on the couch under my ass. Mom's entire chest glistened. Her face, too.

Before I could utter any words of amazement, she nestled a breast against my balls, and then she closed her lips over the fat head of my cock.

And my cock was no nipple this time; it was a cock. Her lips rose and fell, exploring and savoring its fullness before my eyes. Twice, I watched drooping ropes of saliva sag from her lips. Throughout the event, she made small, childlike whimpers and hums. When I couldn't take any more, when I told her not to stop, her lips went down, unhurriedly gorging the shaft until, to my wonder, she'd made it vanish completely.

I gasped, feeling the thrumming waves commence.

Almost as slowly, Mom's lips towed back to the tip and clasped me there. She watched my face while my cum began to spill onto her soft tongue. The pleasure rose to frenzied exultation; I held her head with both hands and grunted.

Mom closed her eyes. I felt her lips pinch, watched her throat undulate, and heard her swallow my cum. Her face took on an aspect of rapture and she moaned as if she had been gulping ambrosia from the spout of some celestial fountain.

When there was nothing more for her to swallow, she released the knob with a gasp. She took three exhausted breaths and smiled weakly at me. Then, she rested her head on my hip. She kissed my cock and massaged my balls.

I stroked her head, and neither of us spoke. After several perfect minutes of relaxation, she murmured, "I need this."

We turned toward each other. She read the question in my expression.

"I need your milk, Ty," she explained. "My body craves it just like Anna needs a breast."

I swallowed, taking her meaning. "You--you need to be fed, too?"

She nodded, turning from me and staring at my flagging cock. Her hand slid over it, back and forth. Then, she grasped the softening shaft and brought the tip to her lips. Sucking momentarily, she kissed free and said, "It helps me. It gives me strength and lets me know I'm loved."

It sounded backward to me, but I didn't say so because if those were truly Mom's feelings on the matter, then I was one lucky young man. Instead, I said, "I want to help you however I can, Mom."

"Then," she said, "let me be your baby. Hold me and caress me. Soothe me and feed me."

Clearing my throat, I said, "I will."

"Thank you, Ty," she whispered gratefully. Then, she kissed my cock again. Her hand delved under my scrotum, lifting it. Her lips opened and shut over one of my balls. Mom rested her head on my thigh and gently sucked on it.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?" She replied without releasing the testicle.

Nerves stopped me. I cleared my throat again before continuing. "Are there--are there other places where I might be able to give you my milk? Sometimes?"

Her eyes searched mine, and she kept sucking. She gently disgorged the nut into her palm.

Before she could respond, Anna stirred. We quickly covered ourselves. Then together, we went to her. Mom bent over the crib, tickling and caressing her delighted baby.

Out of sight, I slid my hand down Mom's back and let it come to rest on her ass. She didn't object. I squeezed her there. Full. Curvy. Soft.

"How are you, my sweetness?" Mom cooed to her little girl. "Mommy and daddy are here, little Anna." She raised my sister, kissed her cheek, and turned to me, cradling Anna.

Rubbing her tiny head and smiling brightly, Mom said, "I can think of two other places."

I said, "Hmm?"

She explained. "Inside my body--where I would like you to give me your milk."

I suppose my jaw fell open.

Mom laughed, caressing my face. "My Ty, my guy."

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