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 MIlking Mom

   Rod came home from school as usual one day and gave his stay-at-home mom
Wilma his usual peck on the cheek to greet her.  They talked about how his
day at school went and how her day at home was.  It was the usual
mother-son banter.  But, that's where the usual stops and the unusual and
the very naughty begins...

   Besides his mom Wilma was sleeping his two months old baby sister.  It
had been 5 hours since his mother had last nursed.  Now, Wilma's tits were
becoming engorged.  Waking up a sleeping baby is always a mistake, so Wilma
would have to wait her out.  As she lay on the couch with her "jugs of
milk" becoming more full by the minute, she moaned.  "Suzy, for the love of
God, wake up and get this out of me."

   Rod laughed, "It's that bad huh?"

   "Oh baby, they're like rocks on my chest.  They'll shoot off like fire
hoses when she gets to them, there's so much in there.  Suzy's going to
drown."

   "Can you do anything about it?  Should I get the breast pump?"

   "No, I don't want to.  I don't want her to have another bottle today and
I need her to stimulate my milk.  Maybe I'll just squirt a little out in a
cup, just to take the pressure off."

   "I'll get one." Rod hoped up, got a coffee mug and returned.  Wilma sat
up, pulled up her top, unlatched the cup of her nursing bra and took her
boob in her hands.  Rod had seen her in various states of undress since
Suzy's arrival, so this didn't shock him.  He sat there watching.

   Wilma massaged her breast, and then pulled her thumb and forefinger
toward the areola.  Milk shot out, spraying into the cup.  She did this a
couple times.  Rod smiled, a funny smile.

   "Could I taste it?  If that's too weird, I won't, but what's it taste
like?"

   Wilma was surprised, her mind told her that she heard the same words
from her husband years ago when Rod was born.  In fact, he sucked her milk
laden tits for fun sometimes.  No harm in giving Rod the cup.  "It's sweet
and thinner than cow's milk.  If you want to sip it, okay."

   He took the cup and slowly tilted it until a dribble came to the rim,
then sipped at the edge.  "Mmmm...not bad.  I've always wondered."

   "Well you used to drink only my milk when you were a baby.  Honey, give
me back the cup, I'll give you some more.  Hahahahaha."

   He gave her back the cup and she expressed some more.  Her nipples were
sore though and this handling of them didn't help.  "Suzy!  I need you,
this hurts!  I wish you could just suck them a couple minutes.  Hahahahah!"

   "Why not?  Just to get the milk out and help you?" Rod could hardly
believe he said that.

   "Oh hell, why not?" Wilma didn't know why she said yes.  What was she
thinking?  She patted the couch for him to sit next to her.  Unlatching the
other side of the bra, she freed herself from it and held it out to her
son. "Put your mouth over the areola, and then suck little.  It should just
spurt out."

   "Ok, are you sure?"

   "Oh what the heck yes, they're aching and my hand is making it hurt
more."

   Rod took his mother's breast in hand, put his lips around the darkened
patch of skin and drew on it.  He was shocked.  A fount of milk poured into
his mouth with practically no effort.  It was sweet and warm.  He waited
for it to stop then gently repeated the process.  More gushed forth.  He
had to swallow a couple times.  Suddenly, he was aware of an erection
growing in his pants.  He adjusted his leg, trying to hide it.  He didn't
want her to see it and make him stop.

   Wilma's eyes closed.  It felt so good.  The letdown then flow was almost
orgasmic.  That made her feel a little weird, but easing her pain was of
more importance right now.  Rod sucked a few more times on the left then
she twisted in her seat and offered him the right.

   "Thank you honey!  It's agony to have them this full."

   "No problem."

   He started on the right.  Again, the milk showered into his mouth.  It
really was good.  He took slow draws, allowing the flow to stop in between
so he could sit there longer with her tit in his mouth.

   For her part, Wilma was entranced.  Nursing always relaxed her almost
hypnotizing her, but she knew they couldn't keep this up, there had to be
milk for the baby.  "Honey, that will do, I have to have enough for Suzy."

   "Oh, ok.  No problem." He let her start to straighten herself out before
surreptitiously rising to hide his screaming hard on.  He felt somewhat
ashamed, but oddly not too.

   "I might ask you to do that again, if it ever happens again, that is."
Wilma was very nonchalant, but didn't know why.  She didn't want him to
feel uncomfortable about nursing from her.

   Rod had just turned 18 a month earlier.  A good student and athlete,
he'd been applying to colleges around the country in the hopes of obtaining
a scholarship.  His dark brown hair and eyes were a stark contrast to his
past white skin and his large muscular frame.  He towered over his mom who
was a full foot shorter than her baby boy.

   His father was a travelling salesman for a well-known shoe company so he
was home very little, once a week, sometimes once a month.  This played
with Rod's emotions as he adored his father.  When home, he'd take Rod
fishing or to a baseball game when possible.  This past year, however, was
a different story.  Ed's boss asked him to do more travelling because two
of his colleagues had recently retired, thus forcing the company to rely on
him more.

   A week went by.  Rod, obviously still embarrassed by the previous week's
episode, but he wanted to respect his mother.  Wilma too felt confused. 
She blamed it to absence of her husband.  The time Rod had relieved her
distressed breasts, it seemed no more to her than using a breast pump.  But
later her mind drifted back again and again, like waves rolling in on the
shore, to the image of him, mouth on her nipples, eyes closed supping at
her.  It left her aroused and anxious.  Did she want to have sex with her
son?  Was this a reaction to missing her husband?  At the time, she had
thought of him but was untroubled at the thought of her son doing as he had
done.  No sexuality to it.  However, the waves crashed on her, eroding the
shell protecting her peace of mind.

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   Then one day Rod saw something that changed his views about his mom.  He
was moving from kitchen towards his bed room when he passed by his parents'
room as he always did to get to his room.  Out of habit he turned to look
at the bedroom to see if the door was closed.  It always was...until today,
that is.

   Wilma stood at the foot of her bed, having just removed her blouse which
now lay on the bed and had her thumbs hooked in her slacks.  Rod blushed at
seeing his mom in her bra and now her bikini panties.  Wilma piled the
slacks on top of the blouse.  Rod was frozen with fear now.  He knew it was
wrong to spy on someone like this especially his own mom!

   Surely he'd be punished now.  If not by his parents, then certainly he
was going to Hell when his life was complete!  He was about to move when
his mom began to remove her front-hook underwire bra.  She'd always worn
front-hooks.  She hated having to reach around to remove them.  She figured
the sooner she was relieved, the better.

   The bra soon joined her clothing.  Rod could not now move his legs. 
They'd become paralyzed with anxiety as Wilma slipped out of her panties
and tossed them on the floor.  Rod could now see his mom's slightly puffy
pussy lips.  This caused his already large cock to swell like crazy.  He
hurriedly took off his lime green t-shirt with a pocket over his heart,
black shorts and white boxers with ducks on them, letting his enormous and
swollen manhood dangle free.  He grasped the foreskin of his penis with his
left hand and started slowly stroking as his naked mother stepped toward
the shower to turn on the water to get warm.

   Seconds later, as Wilma sat at the edge of her bed, folding her dirty
clothes to wash later, Rod began to cum in his hand.  He couldn't believe
this was happening to him.  He'd never realized his mom was so sexy.  To
him, anyway.  Truth be told, she was plain-looking.  She stood 5'3", was 20
pounds heavier than she should be with very wide hips, saggy 38 D breasts
and the beginning of cellulite on her thighs and butt.  But, he didn't
care. She was a total hottie, as far as he was concerned.  He could also
tell she didn't shave her snatch, or very seldom did, as evidenced by the
thick matted dark brown hair surrounding her now swollen pussy.

   Same night after dinner they behaved like normal mother and son.  As was
their custom, they lay down on the couch together and started a DVD.  It
was more than evident to Wilma; she wouldn't be able to concentrate on the
film.  Wrapped up in her own thoughts, not recognizing Rod was in the same
state, she decided she would go to bed and try to sort herself out.

   "Rod, I can't get into the movie.  I think I'll head for bed honey."

   "Oh, ok Mom.  Um, we could find another?"

   "No, I'm distracted.  I'll call it a night.  Don't stay up too late,
ok?"

   "Ok Mom.  I won't."

   As Wilma retreated down the hall, Rod was glad to be alone.  He adjusted
his penis.  It was almost painful.  He'd been in this state, on and off,
since he had sucked his mother's tits.  It was all he could do to keep her
from noticing.  He also could not keep a coherent thought in his head once
he realized; he wanted to fuck his mother.  He felt dirty and as if he was
betraying his father.  In utter misery, he lay there, unconsciously
stroking his crotch.

   Deciding he would stay up for a couple hours, to make sure Wilma was
asleep, he left the movie on and tortured himself with thoughts alternating
between imaginings of screwing his mother and imaging his father's scathing
reaction.  Time went by with all the efficiency of a broken clock.  When he
knew he couldn't last another minute, he thought she had to be asleep, he
prayed she was.

   Turning off all the lights and TV, he walked towards her room.  He
couldn't risk hurting her.  He decided to be a man and control himself. 
Sliding quietly into bed, he rolled on his side away from her so there
would be no chance of her detecting his condition, semi-erect.

   Wilma was wide awake and on her side facing away from him.  She feigned
sleep, breathing deeply and evenly.  The hours had passed just as slowly
for her.  As the day had worn on, thoughts had creeped into her mind too.
Here Rod was.  Warm and sensual and all man, lying next to her.  But she
couldn't betray him and her husband by acting on her emotions.  With steely
will, she forced herself to sleep.  Maybe so she could hide before having
to face it, for she would have to confront her feelings at some point.

   In the middle of the night, Wilma woke to the security of his arm across
her body.  She snuggled back against him.  Feeling his stiff flesh against
her backside, she opened her legs to let it slide in between her thighs. 
Mmmmmmmm...maybe he wasn't sleeping and they would make love.  Wriggling
more aggressively against him, she tried to signal her readiness.  He
didn't make a move.  She would have to do more than signal.  Diving under
the covers, she eagerly gobbled up his cock.  Mmmmmmm...

   "Maybe this will give him a clue."

   He became more firm as she expertly worked the magic she knew he loved.
Lolling her tongue around his shaft then plunging him deep in her throat,
she worked him.  His hips met her face as his hand held her head down.  She
knew he wouldn't last very long while giving it her best effort and she
wanted dick in her right now anyway.

   Breaking free of his hand, she hopped up and landed on his pelvis. 
Grabbing his moistened member, she guided it to her dripping pussy. 
Satisfied it was lined up, she slammed back on it sending it ripping into
her.  AHHHHHHHHHH!!  Nothing was better than that first penetration and she
loved it rough.  His hands came up on her shoulders, so he could shove up
into her.

   Grinding down, her pubis gyrating in semi circles, his cock deep within
her, Wilma came and came again with great tremors.  Shaking and convulsing,
she never stopped.  Her need knew no bounds; she was a bottomless vessel
trying desperately to be filled.

   "Please don't stop.  Please."

   She implored him.  How long could he go?  If he never stopped, it would
still never be enough.  His climax was inevitable and delectable, so she
frantically labored to achieve one more orgasm before his.  Her pussy was
on fire, the flesh soaking, hers as well as his.  Wet smacking, like
kisses, resounded at the point of their coupling.  The moment was arriving,
maybe together.

   Furiously he pumped from underneath, trying to hold her still on him. 
Then in the last seconds before the crest, he flipped her over, driving
himself mercilessly into her tightening cunt.  Pounding out the last
measures of their symphony, he came as great drums beating in his balls
sent streams of cum into her.

   As her mind seemed to leave her body, Wilma couldn't remember the last
time she had achieved this pinnacle of delight and pleasure.  Suspended in
a haze of physical elation, she thought, maybe the night they conceived
Suzy?

   Suzy?

   Wait....

   Robert is away.  Oh my God!!

   "ROD!"

   "I'm sorry, Mom."

   "It's okay," Wilma replied rather unconvincingly.

   "No, I shouldn't have gone that far.  I took advantage of you."

   Wilma didn't answer for a few moments.  She knew better than he what a
dangerous thing they had done.  "We have to be more careful in the future."

   Rod looked over at his mother lying naked next to him.  "You mean us ...
we can do ...  you know, do what we just did again?"

   She bit her lip and then took a deep breath.  She knew it was too late
to stop.  She could deny her feelings all she wanted, but there was no
sense in pretending anymore.  "As I said, we have to be careful." "Thank
you mom.  I have never been happier."

   <>

   The next morning, Rod woke up with his arm wrapped around his mom. 
Naked and warm, they were spooning and his cock was already hard.  With his
cock pressed against his mother buttocks, he couldn't help himself.  As he
started sliding his cock along the crack of her ass, he cupped her
exquisite breasts.  Obviously she was awake now.  He pulled his mother's
ass up into the air while her head was still on the pillow.  Spreading her
knees apart, he prepared to fuck her doggy style.  Totally exposed, she
looked ready for him.  He placed himself between her legs and grasped his
cock.  With the head of his penis, he traced along her wet pussy lips until
his mother spread her legs farther and said, "I cannot be more ready for
you.  Can't you feel how wet I am?"

   He easily pressed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, inserting
him into her warmth.  Without exchanging words, Rod pushed his cock deeper
into his mom while she pushed her pussy back along his shaft.  At the exact
same moment they slowly reversed directions.  Pumping back and forth, they
worked as a team to draw an orgasm out of each other.

   His mom whispered, "Rod, you fuck better than any man I have ever known.
Your cock is so much bigger and fatter than any of my previous lovers,
including your miserable father's.  I love your cock."

   Holding her by her hips, Rod said, "Mom, Just the sound of your voice
makes me hard.  I will compare you to any woman that comes after you and I
know they will be lacking in some way."

   Rod looked down at her bent, muscular legs that led up to the round,
firm orbs of her ass.  Pale white, her ass was perfect and without a fault.
He held on to her lush hips and kneaded his fingers into her soft flesh as
he fucked her.  Groaning out his name with each stroke, she was the perfect
blend of soft corners and hard angles.  Between her cheeks, her ass hole
winked back at him while further below was her ripe peach filled with his
cock.  Her pussy was so hot, tight and wet.  She was better than he ever
imagined and now she wanted him to stop fucking her.  She was nuts to think
he would stop now.

   Rod whispered, "I want to hear you say that you want your baby to fuck
you.  Say it.  Say 'I want my baby to fuck me'"

   After first saying no with a shake of her head, Rod stopped stroking his
cock into her pussy.  He repeated, "Say it."

   His mom immediately relinquished her resistance and pleaded, "Baby,
please fuck me.  I want my baby to fuck me.  Fuck me like you know I need
it.  Fuck me with your huge cock."

   Rod teased her, "Mommy, I am fucking your tight, little pussy.  Do you
like your son fucking you with his big dick?"

   "Oh god yes.  Fuck your mommy, baby.  Fuck me with your monster cock."

   He watched as his wet cock disappeared inside his mother's pink, swollen
pussy and then reappear wetter.  He loved the smell of her pussy and the
sound of her squeals.  No longer able to resist her breasts, he bent over
her and reached around to hold her swollen tits as he fucked her.

   His mother turned her head and placed the side of her face on the pillow
while she reached back and massaged his balls while he fucked her.  Her
face looked angelic at this angle but he knew his mother was a secret whore
too.  Just look how she dressed for him last night and then let him fuck
her.  His own mom.  Just look how horny she acted in her sleep.  As he
started to cum again, he promised himself that this wouldn't be the last
time he fucked his mother.

   <>