I never planned on fucking my own mother, but once her heavy tits started leaking that sweet, warm milk, there was no turning back. It started after her pregnancy with my little sister fell through, leaving her swollen and aching. She was 42, I was 25, both adults who knew exactly what we were doing when the lines blurred.
One night she caught me staring at the wet spots on her shirt. "You want to help, don't you?" she asked, voice low and dirty. I nodded, cock already hard in my jeans. She pulled her top off right there in the kitchen, those big, veiny breasts swinging free, nipples dark and dripping. "Suck, baby. Drain Mommy's tits."
I latched on like a starving man. The first taste of her milk hit my tongue thick and sweet, coating my throat as I sucked hard. She moaned and grabbed my hair, pressing my face deeper into her soft flesh. Milk spilled down my chin while my hand shoved into her panties, finding her soaked cunt. Two fingers slid inside her easily, pumping as I drank.
"Fuck yes, drink it all," she growled, hips rocking against my hand. "You've always been my good boy. Now you're going to fuck the pussy that made you."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She bent over the table, ass up, and I yanked her shorts down. My cock slammed into her wet hole in one thrust, balls deep in my mother's cunt while milk still leaked from her nipples onto the wood. I fucked her rough and fast, the table creaking, her tits swinging and spraying thin streams of milk with every slam. She reached back, pinching her own nipples so more milk squirted out, begging me to suck while I pounded her.
I pulled out, flipped her over, and buried my face between her legs, licking her clit while squeezing her breasts. Milk sprayed across my face and chest as she came, thighs clamping my head. Then she pushed me back, straddled me on the floor, and sank down on my cock again. Her tits hung over my mouth; I sucked one then the other, gulping her milk while she rode me hard, grinding her clit against me until she screamed and flooded my cock with her juices.
We kept going all night.
She let me fuck her tits, sliding my shaft between those milky mounds until I painted her face and open mouth. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off my cock, then climbed on again, reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce while I reached around to milk her nipples onto my balls.
By morning we were both sticky with cum and milk, her cunt raw and puffy from repeated loads. She kissed me slow and deep, tasting herself and her own milk on my tongue. "This is our secret," she whispered. "But you're going to keep drinking Mommy every single day."
And I did. Every morning before work I'd nurse at her breasts until my stomach was full and my cock was drained inside her. Every night I'd bend her over or spread her wide, fucking her senseless while her milk flowed. The taboo only made it hotter, her whispering filthy things like "Cum in the cunt that birthed you" while I flooded her again and again.
We never stopped. Her milk never dried up with me sucking it out daily, and neither did our hunger for each other. It was raw, messy, and exactly what we both needed.
