I Dream of Mother's Milk

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little confused here. Fertility? Emerald? How do you expect me to believe this?"

Mehreen doesn't flinch. "I don't care if you believe it. That's the way it is. You have breast milk, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"Here is my proposal," she says. "My lifestyle is busy and I'm going to buy your milk to feed my family when I travel. What was that term you used before? Wet nurse? That will be part of your duties, in addition to routine check-ups."

"Forgive me, but this is a lot to process. I came here expecting answers as to why I'm suddenly lactating. Now you're discussing terms of a deal."

"I'll pay you $100,000 a year. Flat fee."

"All that money, just for my milk?"

Mehreen nods. "Your son must be involved. I want him engaged in pumping your breasts, along with other requests I may have."

There's no attempt at hiding what she means by this. The fierce business woman has come out, along with her insatiable sexuality.

"I appreciate your offer, but I'll have to decline. I'll return your money and jewelry tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because he's my son. That's why. I'm horrified that you're even asking for this."

"Do you love your son?"

"With all my heart, that's why I'm turning down the offer."

Mehreen stands and comes to where I'm sitting. She sits on her desk and her robe is almost falling off, the center of her chest and stomach exposed. I've never seen a woman look so confident.

"The fact that you love your son is why I'm offering this deal. I think mother/son love is the most beautiful thing in the world. You two can serve me together."

"How could you want something like this?"

"That's my nature. Wealthy men from my country have harems of women. I have harems of my own, but they comprise of mothers with their adult sons or daughters."

I shake my head. "This can't be serious."

"My money is real. The offer is real. Will you serve me? I know your breasts are aching just like your clitoris."

Mehreen drops her robe and she's topless and her dark nipples are erect. She stands and approaches me. Her breasts are inches from my face. She looks down at me. Waiting. I shake my head, but she still waits.

I've never sucked on another woman's nipple before. Hers are the first. It's also my first time tasting another woman's milk and it's oddly delicious. I'm squeamish about it, but I force myself to relax as her milk squirts in my mouth.

I focus on sucking both of her nipples and she moans in pleasure, telling me what a great job I'm doing. Saying that I'll be well-compensated for my loyalty. Telling me that my son will eventually nurse from my breasts and that I'd suck on his cock in return. Her statements horrify me, but they're strangely exciting.

When she asks me to open my top, I do it. She wants to inspect the goods, to have a firsthand look at what she's purchasing. She's pleased by what she sees. A beautiful grin forms on her face. She gets on her knees to have a taste, wanting to test the quality of what she's paying for.

Who is this woman? What has she turned me into?

***

It's days before I attempt to broach the subject with my son. Mehreen's offer weighs heavily on my mind. $100,000 a year. From one client. How could I turn that down? The divorce is behind me and I want to work a full schedule again.

Daniel parks in the driveway. My heart races. All I think about is what I'm capable of doing for money. I remind myself that this is a job. But somehow that makes me feel worse. It's always more than a job when my son is involved.

I'd told him earlier to come directly to my bedroom and he thinks it's an emergency, but when he sees the new breast pump on my bed, he realizes it's something else.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"Can you sit down for a moment?"

When he sits, I explain everything. Mehreen. The emerald. My breasts. The financial offer. I even tell him about Mehreen's incest fetish, which my son thinks is hilarious. I neglect to mention that I'd been sucking on her nipples and drinking her milk, because that doesn't seem relevant.

"That's a lot of money," he says.

"It's a package deal. We have to do it together. If we do it, I'll give you a generous share."

"Keep the money. It's yours."

"Think about your start-up company. That kind of money can change your life. That's the main reason I'm entertaining this offer."

"It sounds like you're leaning towards taking this deal."

"Am I crazy if I accept?"

"No," he says. "It's a smart business decision and I think it makes sense financially, since you run your own practice."

"Then you'd have to join me. That's what Mehreen is paying for."

Daniel is at a loss for words, thinking about what this means for our relationship, but I know he's interested. Deep down he's curious about how this would work. I see the conflict in his eyes. I'm sure he sees the same thing in mine.

"I think you've already made up your mind," he says. "That's why you called me here and there's a pump on the bed."

"To be honest, I haven't made a firm decision either way. Should we try going slow?"

"Makes sense. I've already seen everything anyway."

There's a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, even though he's tepid about doing this. I wonder if this had been a secret dream of his all along.

I stand and remove my robe, then tshirt, so that I'm topless in front of my son for the second time in my life. I take the breast pump from the bed and marvel at the engineering of it. Then I press the latch around my right nipple and power the device and adjust the suction. It works and the suction is immediate. My nipple stretches with each pump. Milk flows into the clear container.

This represents greater financial security for me and my son. I remind myself why I'm doing this, and if I'm honest with myself, in some perverse way it's pleasurable letting my son watch this intimate act. He's watching my nipple lengthen from the suction through the clear bottle as my milk sprays inside.

As the minutes pass, I become more confident and comfortable with the process. The rhythm of the pump is calming and I find myself lost in my thoughts. It's almost hypnotic. I think about my son and how much I love him and how twisted our relationship will become. I wonder if these are my true thoughts or if the fertility aspect of the emerald is playing tricks on me. At this point it doesn't matter.

When my right breast is done, I turn the pump off and pull it away. I don't bother wiping the excess milk which leaks from my nipple. I just let it drip down my body.

I stand in front of Daniel and present my other breast to him. He sees the fullness of my left breast compared to the one that's already been drained.

"You do this side. With your mouth."

His eyes are wide. "I've never done this before."

"Are you turning me down?"

"Never."

"Then start sucking. If we're going to accept this deal, then I have to know how committed you are to this process. If we're being honest, Mehreen will eventually ask you to suck from me, and she'll eventually ask me to suck you off, also."

Daniel gulps and his body shifts as he turns hard down there, just like I knew he would. I'm frozen as he leans forward and my life changes forever.

After a short break in the interview where we plug sponsors, Cassandra sips more coffee and gets relaxed as she puts the headphones back on. Her large breasts have a new meaning during this conversation and I'm eager to dig deeper.

Cassandra notices the particular look on my face and she smiles.

We start recording again.

"I'm sure you can see where this is going," she says.

"Yeah, yeah, I do."

"Care to guess what happens next?"

"I'm afraid to say it, to be honest."

She laughs. "Fair point. This story is definitely out there."

"I'm assuming you still work for Mehreen."

"That's correct. I bring milk to her condo whenever she travels. That's in addition to the routine medical services I provide."

"I'm curious about the green emerald. Did you learn anything else about that?"

"No, she always dances around that question. But I've come to believe in its powers. I'm still the same woman, but I have more to offer."

"Did things go further with your son?" I ask.

"Are you asking if I suck my son's dick?"

"I wasn't going there, but since you brought it up..."

My question lingers as we maintain eye contact. She's not offended by the question.

"I have. Often. Part of the business arrangement is the back-and-forth exchange between me and my son. I let him nurse on my nipples. In exchange I give him head. Everything is recorded for Mehreen's collection."

I look at my producer. Then I look back at Cassandra.

"Are you serious?"

"It's the reason I'm here. Mehreen and I both feel that this story is worth telling, as long as we're anonymous. She likes people knowing that this sexual lifestyle exists. And I'm more concerned with the scientific aspect of it."

Cassandra takes out her phone and swipes the screen. She searches through the content then she hands it to me. It's a video and I press play.

I'm watching a video of Cassandra totally naked, presumably in her bedroom during the daytime, and there's a towel across her lap and a pump attached to her left nipple. Her tits are large and firm, with swollen pink nipples. A young man sits next to her, who I presume is her son, comforting her, holding her hand and speaking softly to her. I can't help but feel moved by the intimate and supportive scene between a mother and son, but at the same time I recognize that their interaction has an erotic undertone. An adult son should never sit alongside a naked mother. Not in today's world. But that's what makes this video so meaningful and taboo. I can see how important they are to each other.

The clip ends and another video plays.

It's a different day because Cassandra's hair is now fashioned in a loose ponytail and she's on her knees with an erect penis pointed at her face. It appears to be happening in her neatly arranged living room. I can only presume the cock is her son's. She's holding the erection in her hand which is already dripping with saliva and she licks with slow, deliberate strokes. The camera zooms in on her face, capturing the look of pure bliss that crosses her features as she savors her son's treat. I've never been so captivated by a video of a woman sucking cock because this is a mother doing it to her son. Even with the cock in her mouth, I focus on her eyes, which reflect the joy she's experiencing and speaks to something deeper inside her.

Another video plays.

I'm watching Cassandra naked, bent over the kitchen counter, big breasts hanging downward while her son is behind. Her face lights up with a broad smile as Daniel thrusts with such force. Her breasts are swaying back and forth, her eyes close in a state of ecstasy. When both of her breasts are squeezed by her son from behind, milk shoots onto the counter. The stimulation of hard fucking and breast-play is too much for her to handle. There's pure joy on Cassandra's face as she's lost in her own world, a world filled with nothing but happiness and sexual contentment. This perverse freedom radiates from her. She shows all the signs of an amazing orgasm. The twisted face. The tense body. The smile of satisfaction which forms at the end.

"The last video is probably the most provocative," she says. "It completes the cycle of life. I let Daniel work with my breasts, sometimes I nourish him with my milk. In exchange he nourishes me as well."

Another video plays.

I'm seeing Cassandra on her knees, naked like in the other videos, and her mouth is wide open. The video is taken from the son's point of view, standing and looking down on his mother, while stroking his cock with his other hand. Cassandra sticks her tongue out while lifting her breasts. She catches the cum with her tongue, the remnants and extra drip down to her breasts and nipples. Her eyes focus on the camera recording her. It's so explicit that it's difficult to watch.

When the video stops, I struggle to look Cassandra in the eyes because I know the most intimate details about her, and I've seen the most intimate parts of her. I give her phone back.

"Are you going to tell the listeners what you saw?" she asks.

"I'll record my observation of your videos later and edit that into the podcast episode."

"Thank you. I'm sure you're astonished. I still can't believe it either. The reality of aging is, the 40's are a gateway to a new level of sexuality for women, connected to a sensual voyage of discovery. Every woman, no matter what age, should remain curious about herself and test her limits. I still play with Mehreen, we suck each other's nipples and drink sweet milk from the source, and I also fuck my son when the time is right. He was born with my breast milk. Now he has it again. And I have his cum. Life goes full circle."

Cassandra flips through her phone screen and shows me a selfie picture she took of Daniel kneeling, sucking hard on her long pink nipple. In the picture I can see her red lipstick and there's a broad smile on her face as she feeds her son milk.

The End

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