How I Milked My Mother

I became motionless for a moment and my heart started beating twice as much and just continued to close my eyes as if I'm fully asleep if not for dead already. She wipes her eyes and rubs her areolas with her hands to notice that she's leaking milk again. She sighs and walks towards bathroom staggering and I let out a soft sigh of relief as she didn't doubt anything. I still feel my heart racing and adjusted myself on bed and it took her nearly 15-20 minutes to come out of bathroom. She simply returned and slept beside me but facing the other side and I felt that it's too risky and not worth the risk either in that position, so I turned around and tried to sleep but still can't. I feel like masturbating and slowly dropped my boxers while looking at her. The moonlight from the window makes it a bit visible inside the room even in midnight. I can see her nightdress contracting between her ass cheeks and her curvy waist lying beside me flawless. I slowly dropped my left hand on her waist as if I'm in middle of sleep and started to masturbate a bit eagerly.

This is the first time I ever did something like this during masturbation, but the result is a bit huge load of cum, compared to my usual quantity. I wiped it off with some tissue from table and slept peacefully for the night.

The next day went normally and I got many chances to stare at her flawless body and I feel like I'm spending my whole day trying to perv on my own mom, but she's totally worth it at this moment. We finish dinner and head to bed as usual.

"Oye, let's play chess or something?" I ask suggestively and I address her in many ways usually.

"Hmm ok, bring it." she says simply with her cute smile and lied on bed.

I bring the chess board and place it between us and sit facing her and start the game. She lied in front of me so that it would be more comfy, but now I can see her deep cleavage as she didn't care to cover it or anything. Her huge breasts are almost popping out and as if she held them together, making a passage in between them. As we're in the middle of game, I can notice that both of us are equally intrigued in it, and her more as she is a better player than me. She got up and sat quickly as the game started to become interesting. Suddenly I notice thin wet patches on her nightdress again and within a minute, they started to get dense but she's too involved in the game to notice this.

"Uhm mom, are you..." I pause blinking my eyes, "are you leaking milk?" I ask looking at her breasts but trying to look at eyes quickly.

"Ugh fuck! Not again." she says with a sigh pulling her nightdress and checking the patches.

"Wait, this happens to you daily?" I ask curiously.

She looks at me furrowing her brows, "Yes." she just replies in a low-key cold manner.

"Then why didn't you take care of it these many years?" I ask concerned about it.

She chuckled softly hearing that, "These many years? This started to happen since a few days back that's all, so I thought it'll be normal again after a few days." she says shrugging off shaking her nightdress slightly.

"Well I mean what are you doing when that happens?" I ask in return.

"Uhm I try to squeeze the milk out manually?" she says with a bit of embarrassment and gets up to walk towards bathroom.

"Manually? As in squeeze them with your own hands?" I ask curiously.

"Of course, what else do you expect?" she says leaving the room to bathroom.

I felt like a retard to ask such dumb questions and ruin my chance to take advantage of the situation. I waited for 15 more minutes and she returned with a new nightdress and sat on bed and sigh with relief.

"Uhm mom, I don't know if I can say this, but do tell me if you need any help." I say stuttering and acting a bit naïve and actually concerned rather than coming out desperate.

She furrows her brows hearing that, "What do you mean by help?" she asks to confirm.

"Well you know, if you ever feel like... using an extra hand..." I say staggering and beating around the bush.

"I don't think so anyway." She says coldly and straight forward.

"Ahh ok! Just felt like asking openly." I say shrugging off but regretted asking that.

"Yeah, let's sleep? I'm in no mood to continue the game." she says simply and pulls her sheets off and waits for me to turn the lights off.

I turn the lights off and assumed it might be risky tonight to do anything, so I maintained my distance and just masturbated imagining her. The next day is going normally and she is in kitchen preparing lunch while I'm in living room watching TV. I hear a small scream suddenly from kitchen and quickly run towards her and notice that she cut her finger while cutting vegetables.

"Oh fuck, wait lemme bring the first aid." I say and quickly runs to bring the first aid box.

I make the bandage and let the blood clot at the surface and tell her to take some rest and I'd order something for lunch and dinner too. She nods and walks to bedroom to sleep for a while. We finish lunch and she manages eating with a spoon and she cut her left finger anyway. We head to bed after our dinner and as soon as I slept on bed and looked at her, I can see slight wet patches on her breasts.

"Mom you're having them again... what the hell, we should do something about them." I say acting concerned about it.

She looks down to her breasts and rolls her eyes noticing it, "Well my hand isn't good, so I guess I have to postpone the milking." she says shrugging off and lies on her side of bed.

"What? What do you mean by postpone? Would you be leaking milk for the next week like that?" I ask sternly.

"Well what am I supposed to do? I can't squeeze them fully with one hand." she says in return.

"But I can do it with my two hands." I say sternly.

"What? You're gonna squeeze milk out of my breasts? Ughh!" she says with a sigh and embarrassment.

"Yeah! I mean I know that it's weird and all, but come on, it will be between us and that too I'm doing it for you." I say with a convincing voice.

"Are you really serious about it?" she asks with same embarrassment.

"Yes, I can't let you be like that for a week because of one finger injury." I say shrugging off.

"Uhm I don't know, it feels wrong to even think about it." she says thinking about it.

"Well I mean I once touched them and milked them, so it isn't that wrong you know?" I say with a slight smile.

"Ugh shut up!" she says chuckling hearing that.

"Ok fine, but never ever say this to anyone else. Not even to Radha." she says sternly.

I feel like I've already won just by hearing that. "Of course, you bet. This stays between us. I promise." I say assuring her fully.

"Wait, do we need to do it in bathroom? Or here?" I ask curiously.

"Don't you think it would be a bit weird in bathroom together? Just bring a vessel and do it here and get on with it quickly. I'm already embarrassed enough." she says with a sigh.

I nodded quickly and felt as if each second I delay, the chances of her changing her mind are high and quickly went to kitchen and brought a vessel and placed it on bed in front of her. I eagerly jumped on to bed and looked at her with wide eyes waiting for her instructions.

"Ugh ok look, it's already weird, so don't make it weirder. Just squeeze the milk simply and collect it in vessel and dispose of it and let's assume that it never happened and sleep." she says swiftly and that kind of discourages me, but I just nodded simply.

"Yes, should I get behind you? Or beside you?" I ask curiously.

"Get behind me, I can't look at you when you do it." she says shaking her head.

I nod and hop behind her and sit on my knees so that I can look down at her while I do it while she sits folding her knees and takes a deep breath before unzipping her nightdress slightly to reveal her breasts. I never felt that nervous for any reveal and in front of my eyes, her left breast popped out from the dress. She held it with her hand and just by looking I can feel the heaviness of it. I place the vessel in front of her left breast and bend slightly to put my face on her shoulders and hold her soft left breast as carefully as she did and it's melting like butter.

Her brownish black areolas are more beautiful than my sister's because these are widespread. As soon as I start to squeeze them, the first few streams of milk spurt out quickly and sprinkled across the bed in front of her. I stopped quickly as she sighed seeing that.

"Concentrate, don't ruin the bed." she says sternly and closes her eyes.

I nod and squeeze it slowly to make the flow a bit more controlled, yet to fail nonetheless. The milk continued to spray uncontrollably wetting the bed slightly in front of us. My hands started to get a bit wet with the milk and her heavy veiny engorged breasts started to get shiny and less heavy as the milk started to fill the vessel. Within a few minutes, I am able to squeeze the most out of left breast and now the flow is very low. I took my hands off of her breast so that I can continue with her other one. As she put her left one inside and takes the right one outside, I licked my fingers to taste the milk, but I felt like I tasted my fingers more than the milk's taste.

I hopped in front of her, "Wait, look at all this... I have a better idea to do this." I say looking at her.

"What is that?" she asks irritated.

"How about you look up or close your eyes, and I lie in your lap to squeeze the milk, but with my mouth." I suggest with a smile.

"Oh hell no, no way that you're gonna drink my milk from my breasts directly again. The very thought feels so wrong." she says sternly without a second thought.

I sigh hearing that, "Oh come on... it's not like I'm an outsider right? And I'm just trying to help you by being a good son. Imagine cleaning the stains out of these sheets and all." I whine quickly.

"Ok this is getting hard and complicated. I don't think I can do any of this." she says shaking her head.

"Ugh. We agreed that we don't tell anyone about this? Why do you talk as if I'm doing these with some other intention?" I ask in a low voice wontedly.

Her expression changes for a moment seeing me asking like that, "I don't know honey, it just feels wrong." she says still holding her breast with her hand and in a dilemma whether to keep it inside or not.

"I don't care about what others say as right or wrong. Do you really think me drinking milk from your breasts is a wrong thing?" I ask straight forward looking at her.

She pauses and thinks for a while, "I... just don't know what to say anymore honey." she replied in a weak voice.

That voice is a chance for me to take advantage and no way to lose it again, "Alright that's it, stop worrying about society norms, if you really feel like it's wrong or if you don't like feeding your son, just tell me." I say sternly and started dragging the vessel away from her and slowly put my head in her lap while she is still in emotional and ethical dilemma.

She is clearly unable to stop me from doing that and just kept silent as I took her breast in my hands and pulled it towards my face. It's like her breast landed on my face fully, weighing heavy full of milk, waiting to be emptied by me. Without a second thought, my lips latched around her brown areola and started to suck the milk eagerly. The first stream as usual was strong enough to fill my mouth and it took me a few gulps until I suck more from her breast and some of the milk started to ooze out of my mouth too. I can feel how her body responds when I do it, especially her soft moans. I tilted my face slightly just to see her biting her lip and closing eyes and her right hand started to brush my hair as if she's really breastfeeding me.

I wrapped my other hand around her back waist and continued to suck her breasts until they're almost empty too. Even after finishing the sucking, she is still in that trance state, and I assumed it's because of the lack of a male touch for 7-8 years. I don't wish to leave her lap either, but she snapped out of it after a few seconds and held her breasts gently and pushed it inside again and looked at me as a gesture to get away from her lap. I simply lie on bed from her lap looking at her without saying anything.

"Well, that was as sweet as you mom." I say with a smile looking at her eyes.

I can notice the emotional look in her eyes as a response and she just smiled softly, but genuinely looking at me.

"So see, that's not actually as weird as you were afraid of! A few more times, and we'll be used to it." I say joyfully getting up and grabbing the vessel to dispose the milk.

"Yeah we'll see." she says calmly, but I would obviously consider that a positive sign given her expressions and voice.

I dispose the milk and come to bed and lie close to her, cuddling her tightly by pressing my face at her breasts even though she is awake.

"I just can't see you suffering because you still have me mom." I say even though that's becoming a bit too much.

But I know that she's usually a sucker for those words. As I expected, she kisses on my forehead and pulls me closer in her embrace and I turn off the light. That can be considered as the best night in my life, where I literally caressed her breasts tightly for the whole night and had my hard-on for full night.

The next morning I wake up and she's still asleep beside me. I desperately feel like pushing things up a bit and slowly pulled her zip down to let those tensed breasts free and they popped out freely. I raise her arm slowly to expose her armpit and to give me better access for her breasts. She seems to be still in a bit of deep sleep, and her body smell is hitting my face slightly making me lose control. I slowly started to make circles around her areolas with my tongue gently. Her body started to respond as she started to move involuntarily and moan slightly in sleep.

Within a few seconds, I can feel milk on my tongue as I latched my lips and started to suck them gently. The movements are getting intense and she is about to wake up, and I quickly turned her on her back so that her breasts are even more free now and I have complete access to them with her both arms raised and zipper pulled down until her ribs.

She opens her fully, just to notice her own son resting on her nipples sucking milk early morning while she's half naked on bed with him. She furrowed her brows seeing me like that and quickly pushed me away.

"I thought if I do it twice a day, you would feel much better mom... and moreover I needed this early in the morning too." I say shrugging off but boldly.

"What do you mean? This is not what we agreed upon." she says lowering her voice, remembering how good it felt when I milked her.

"Well I agreed upon the fact that we're gonna help each other. And I think I'm fulfilling both." I say shrugging off and crawling towards her slowly and resting my head in her lap gently.

"Come on mom, don't tell me you didn't love it too." I say in a low-key cheesy way holding her hands and loosening them gently. Her hands started to go loose on the hold of her nightdress.

"It's not just about that honey....I mean..." she pauses as she's unsure of anything now.

"Shhh, now let go of those and free your arms." I say parting her arms and pulling the zip down again and fully sliding the nightdress top off of her upper body, revealing her massive jugs finally.

"I love them you know? They're as huge as your heart and your milk is as sweet as you." I say looking up at her eyes as I start to suckle on her tits again but this time even wilder, and the purpose does change now.

She knows that it's not just about helping her anymore, and she can't herself but to give in to my touches on her body. I had my morning milk, more than what I usually have at mornings, and this is sweeter than them, and filled with love as well. She still sits there speechless, but surely enjoyed it fully. I started to make it more of a usual thing between us by doing it whenever I feel like it. If we're watching TV, I feel like having milk, I'd instantly suck on her tits and she even stopped objecting now. I started to cuddle her every night, closer, tighter, sometimes bury my face between her huge bare breasts. I love how natural she smells without any perfume, but obviously I can't tell her about these.

The one thing I didn't do so far, is to get her fully naked. It was just naked for the top part and as days passed, I'm getting bored of just sucking on her breasts even though they're as beautiful as the first day. I started to think of ways to get her naked and to fully claim her as my woman by nutting inside her. She became softer after these, but more loving and calm and less objections. The way her body responds to my touches is the only boost for me to take my next step.