Feeding The Baby

Feeding The Baby

Brenda, Mother, 38

Ian, son, 18

Vicki, baby, a few months old

Single mother Brenda had a fling and got pregnant. A simple fact. It wasn't her fault for wanting some companionship and, well, let's be honest... some sex. Actual sex, and not just her usual fun with the vibrating plastic. EVERYBODY needs sex.

Unfortunately for her the father didn't not want to know, he'd assumed it was just a fling, a meeting for sex and he didn't need a baby. But Brenda didn't have the heart to terminate. With her life with her 18year old son Ian feeling like only a very small family, Brenda saw this as an opportunity to expand her family, especially if Ian gets into college and moves out. She didn't want to be alone. So, she had thought having a baby would give her some meaning to life once again by continuing to exercise her mothering instincts to nurture and give love.

"There, there, there. C'mon, honey, take it." Brenda is trying to get her crying baby daughter Vicki to latch onto her nipple. She was a difficult baby to feed, always a struggle to get the nipple in her mouth. She would lift her breast, press the baby's mouth onto the nipple, even pinch the nipple herself to extract some milk and give the baby a taste. In all this struggle it was difficult for Brenda to stay decent, to keep her breast discreetly covered. Inevitably her breast would be left exposed; and if she's switching breasts then both her breasts.

Of course in the relative safety of her home it should not matter... except if she was being spied upon. At first she did not notice, but eventually her gaze met the shadowy figure lurking outside on the edge of the doorway of the room she was in. It can only be one person, and Brenda realized that her son, even at 18 must be curious about his little sister breastfeeding. Normally there isn't such a gap in the ages of the siblings, and a new brother or a sister would come along whilst they were still very young. But this must be very strange for Ian.

Brenda wondered what she should do. Ignore and let him spy, speak to him to ask why he's spying, or ask him to sit with her and watch up close and learn.

Breastfeeding is meant to be a natural function for any female. As such many battles have been fought against pushback from namby-pamby advocates of indecency. If a baby cries a mother must feed the baby. The baby does not have a breakfast/lunch/dinner routine; they ask to be fed ANYTIME. And the mother must be given the freedom to feed her baby anytime and anywhere without being persecuted. This was Brenda's belief. With this in mind she decided to speak with her teenaged son and enlighten him on the etiquette of breastfeeding.

After putting away her baby, Brenda went looking for her son, who had now moved away from the doorway.

"Ian, come here, please. Sit down," Brenda began. She took a deep breath and continued. "I know you've been watching me feeding your sister. Shall we say spying?"

"Sorry. I... I..." Ian went beet red for being caught red-handed. He didn't realize he'd been spotted.

"You need to understand that it's natural. Babies are meant to be breast fed. That's what breasts are for. When you stare at a breast feeding mother it makes her feel uncomfortable and somehow the baby can sense that and she becomes restless and may not feed."

"Oh!"

"It is a battle just to find a place in public to be able to feed one's baby as nature intended."

Ian didn't know what to say to that. That sounded way deep, talking about issues he never knew existed.

"You know what, this cycle needs to be broken, and it starts here, in this house," Brenda sat up straight, looking defiant, as she came to a decision there and then. "Next time I feed your sister I want you to sit next to me. I want you to get used to seeing a breast feeding mother so that you're not embarrassed and you don't make the mother feel uncomfortable. Do you understand?"

"Erm... I'm not sure...," Ian said doubtfully.

"It's simple. The next time I'm feeding your sister I want you to watch and not feel uncomfortable. OK?"

"Erm...," Ian could not quite believe what he'd just heard. His mother wants him to see her tits? She wants to show him her tits? Of course that's not what she said, but to the teenager that's what it translated into. "OK," he finally said trying to hide his eagerness as well as nervousness.

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A couple of hours were all it took for the house to become noisy again as the expected crying started once more. Feeding time!

Brenda rushed to her baby. "Hey! You're up already? Hungry again? Or have you... let me check first." Brenda checked the nappy to see if it needed changing, but that was alright. So feeding time it was! First she called her son. "Ian! Ian! Come down please," before she settled down on the couch in the front room.

Ian came quickly. "Yes, mother?"

"Vicki needs to be fed again. You see, it's a frequent thing when babies are small. Sit down next to me and I want you to watch me feeding your sister. OK?"

"Erm... OK," Ian said nervously as he sat down next to her on her right. He knew what this meant and he wasn't sure how he was going to react. He had a feeling his mother was going to be angry at him for staring, or something. He already was trying hard to keep his eyes averted from the two protruding and still covered mountains on his mother's chest. He'd always thought his mother had great chest and her breasts had stood out noticeably with the way she wore tight tops and low cut tops. And now, since the baby, her breasts seem to be that much more noticeable.

"There, there, there. Hungry again, huh? OK, here it is," Brenda said as she held her daughter in one hand and pulled up her top with the other revealing her white bra. Unfastening the latch at the front she pulled the flap open to reveal her creamy left breast. A large creamy breast with a very prominent pink peak protruding like an eraser!

Ian stared... and stared. His mother's breast was there, right in front of him. Up close. He couldn't believe his mother just pulled her top up to expose herself to him. Normally she'd always made sure she was decent in front of him. But of course she wasn't exposing herself for him, it was to do her maternal duty and feed Vicki.

Basically she was still in her bra save for the exposed left tit. To see his mother in her white bra was... was simply so erotic as well. His mind flashed back to the girls at school he'd ogled seeing their breasts bulging out, inviting him to look at them. His eye glazed over thinking about the bras he'd clearly see through their tight tops and blouses wondering what breasts actually looked like in real life... what they felt like. He was yet to have a girlfriend who he could have fondled. And here instead was his very own mother displaying a VERY full, round, clearly heavy breast.

Brenda was oblivious to the effect she was having on her teenaged son.

"Come on, honey, take it," Brenda was saying, encouraging Vicki to latch onto her breast but she continued to cry. "It's so difficult. She's hungry but still cries, even when I literally place my nipple in her mouth." Brenda was hoisting her breast with one hand and pushing Vicki's mouth to the nipple.

To see his mother touching her own breast made Ian feel funny.

Eventually Vicki was feeding.

"That's a good girl," Brenda cooed stroking the baby's chin and head. Brenda visibly exhaled deeply and sighed. "Now she's feeding strongly, I can feel her sucking. Silly girl; all that crying." Brenda laughed. "You know Ian," she turned to her son, "You never cried much and it was not a problem getting you to feed. Actually it was problem getting you to stop!" she laughed again. "Once you latched onto my nipple you wouldn't let go!"

Ian swallowed as he stared at his mother's naked breast imagining himself sucking that thick, inviting nipple. Did he really suck those breasts? His head spun at the thought.

"Problem with Vicki is she doesn't feed fully. She leaves my still full and they hurt if they're full."

Ian was not sure what his mother was talking about, his mind was not fully on what she was saying but on her exposed tit that was being sucked on.

"Oh dear. And this is what happens when she doesn't drink fully. The other breast starts to leak." Brenda touched her other tit that was still covered by her bra, and released the catch to expose that too. "Ian, be a dear and get more of these from my bedroom please?" She pulled out a cotton pad that was covering her nipple. "Look, it's sopping wet. I need to replace it."

Ian didn't move as he was staring wide-eyed at his mother's newly exposed breast. It was also big, round and heavy, and leaking from the engorged nipple.

"Ian..."

"Eh?"

"The pads. Can you get these pads from my room, please?"

"Oh, yes. Sure," Ian said, shaking himself out of his staring. He quickly got up and dashed to get the cotton breast pads. On his return he handed the packet to his mother.

"Thank you," she said and started to wipe the leaking nipple. Unfortunately, with Vicki feeding at the left nipple the right nipple continued to leak in sympathy. Brenda noticed her son was repeatedly licking his lips and swallowing.

"Does... What... Does it taste the same as the milk in the fridge?" Ian asked, still staring at the leaking nipple nearest to him.

Brenda laughed. "No, not quite the same. The milk in the fridge comes from cows, it's much thicker. Mine is thinner. Here," and she brushed a finger on her nipple and fed it to her son's mouth. Shock he opened his mouth reflexively and sucked his mother's finger.

"I can't taste anything."

"Hmm." Brenda thought. Then she saw that all was quiet on her other breast. "Will you look a that? Your sister has gone back to sleep whilst still feeding! See what he mean? She doesn't get a full fill and keeps me full. Silly girl. She'll get up again soon crying once more. Oh well. Let me put her back in the cot."

To his surprise his mother got up and lifted his sister back into the small spare cot next to the settee... with both her breasts still exposed and giggling mesmerizingly. Then she sat back down again next to him

"What am I gonna do with her. Look at these," she said shaking her head and pointing to her breasts with both hands. "They are still so full and leaking. And you know what, they hurt. Did you know that? They are so full that they hurt."

Ian slowly shook his head at this strange information his mother felt the need to share with him.

"I'm going to have to squeeze my milk out. But it's such a shame. It seems like a waste; all that effort for me to produce it only to throw it away." Then she paused to mull things over and looked at her son. "You want to see what his milk tastes like?"

"Just wondered."

"Here, taste," Brenda held up her right breast for him.

"Eh?"

"Go ahead, taste it. Get your mouth on my nipple and suck, like Vicki was doing."

"Really?"

"Sure. It wasn't that long ago that you were suckling from my breast. You liked it so much when you were little that I was breastfeeding you until you were nearly 5! Not only to feed you but just to keep you quiet and it helped you to go to sleep."

Ian tentatively leaned over and took the turgid nipple in his mouth. Instantly his head began to spin and his breathing became ragged at the illicit contact. But he had to get on the floor to get a better angle but even then his nose was pressed up against his mother's warm breast.

"I think it would be better if you lay on the couch with your head on my lap."

This Ian did. With Ian's more powerful sucking ability Brenda instantly felt relief in her breast.

"Ohhhh! That's better! Ian, you've no idea what a relief that is. Do you think you can continue a bit more? Do you think you can drink some more?"

Ian nodded vigorously with his mouth latched onto his mother's thick nipple and mouth full of her milk.

"That feels so good. You're really relieving so much pressure in my breast." And after a while when Brenda thought her left breast was empty enough, she gave further instructions. "Do you think you can drink from his other breast? It would really help me?" she pleaded.

What Brenda didn't realize was that he'd suck her breasts all day long! It felt SO GOOD for him too. So he released the nipple he was sucking and shuffled along her lap to her left breast. Quickly latching on he sucked earnestly.

That warm breast felt SO inviting that he pressed his face into the soft flesh as he sucked. He was so lost in his sucking that he wasn't even aware that his left hand had reached up and was fondling her free breast.

For Brenda it was now confusing to see her 18year old son suckling her. She did need that relief he was giving but now...

"That's fine, Ian, you can stop now."

No response from her son.

"Ian..."

Still no response other than to continue sucking his mother's nipple.

"Oh, Ian honey," she said, then she went back more than a decade and wiggled and slid a finger in her son's busy mouth to prise it away from her sore, hard nipple; just like when he wouldn't stop as a baby.

Now Ian looked up at his mother in embarrassment and realized that he might have over done it. But what a sight he got looking up at her naked breasts from underneath, jutting out proudly.

"Thank you, Ian, you can get off me now."

Ian swiftly got off his mother's lap and sat next to her. He watched wide-eyed as she covered up her breasts, placing the cotton breast pads inside each cup and pulled her top down. All of a sudden it felt like only a dream that he had seen his mother's breasts and that he had been sucking them.

"That feels SO much better. Thank you, Ian. You have NO idea how uncomfortable it feels when my breasts are left full when Vicki doesn't feed well. They hurt and they leak. Now I feel so relieved."

It was then that he realized that there was a strong, straining uncomfortable feeling in his lap and noticed the tent. Immediately he covered himself with his hands hoping his mother didn't see it. Luckily she got up and went to the bathroom. He dashed to his bedroom, slipped off his pants, lowered his underwear and vigorously jerked off to the images of his mother's breasts, thoughts of him sucking them and the feel of her hard nipples in his mouth. The taste of her milk still lingered on his tongue.

The speed and urgency with which he was stroking his cock surprised him. The hardness of his own cock in his hand made it feel like metal. When he exploded he shouted and grunted so loudly he feared his mum might have heard. The sudden explosive blast was SO strong and satisfying that he just kept pumping, enjoying the euphoric feeling; he didn't even think of getting a tissue like usual.

With his eyes closed he continued to pump hard trying to elicit as much pleasure as he could, trying to prolong this the most pleasurable orgasm he EVER had. Each spurt sent a very delightfully zinging tremor rippling from his pulsating cock through to the rest of his body.

Eventually he stopped stroking and just held his still hard, super sensitive cock in his hand and slumped back on his bed. It was only then that he realized how hard he was breathing; he was literally gasping for air, panting with his mouth open.

He felt elevated, ALIVE with a buzz in his head. A big smile involuntarily spread across his face. He now lay on his back, rhythmically squeezing his cock, generating further ripples of pleasure from his still sensitive cock. But eventually he released it and just flopped back feeling exhausted. And he zonked out. His body and mind switched off.

When he awoke minutes later he felt the cold dampness on his hand and his torso. This time he didn't have time... no, no awareness to pick up a tissue from his bedside cabinet like he normally did when masturbating. Instead he unloaded it all on his shirt, all over his front. He wiped his hand on his shirt and took the shirt off to stand naked in his room.

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A few hours later he heard the crying of his baby sister and he knew. He eagerly made his way to the front room; it was late evening, after dinner. And sure enough there was his mother feeding his sister Vicki. Still not sure if mum actually meant what she had said he apprehensively sat down next to them and watched. He stared again at his mother's naked breast being sucked. This time he knew what it felt like to suck that breast.

"Hi," his mother said cheerfully.

"Hi," he reciprocated, still feeling awkward to be watching, even though his mum had said he could... no, he should!

This time Vicki fed well, and anyway his mum's breasts were not that full anymore so she wasn't complaining about them hurting her.

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The next morning was different. As he once again watched his mother feed Vicki, Brenda complained of Vicki not feeding well, leaving her breasts still full. And this was the case throughout the day.

At night he helped his mother with changing Vicki in her bedroom as she had said she needed his help because she was feeling tired; and then he sat on a chair watching her feed his sister. But tonight it was different further, tonight his mother was in her nightie and he was already in his pyjamas. She fed Vicki lying down on her bed.

What captivated him was that his mother had slipped off her shoulder strap of her nightie to expose her left breast for his baby sister. Both Vicki and his mother lay on their sides whilst Vicki fed. This time it was not just a discrete breast exposure, tonight the whole breast was revealed before Vicki latched onto it; there was no bra to partially hide his mother's upper body. He sat mesmerized.

When Vicki had finished and his mother was putting her in the cot near the bed he didn't think he was breathing as he watched the heavy exposed breast giggle before it got covered up.

"Ian, do you think you can help me, once again?"

"Err, sure," he replied confused since he thought he had already helped her with the nappy and clothes changing.

"The whole day Vicki didn't feed well and my breasts are still full and they hurt. I don't think I can get good sleep like this, and I'm so tired. Do you think you can drink some of my milk?"

"SURE!" he said over eagerly even without thinking, but then he quickly composed himself. "Sure, mum."

"Thank you," she said and hypnotized he watched as if in slow motion she pulled down once again her nightie's right strap. The whole of her full round breast was exposed once again.

"Come," she beckoned whilst she lay on her right side, her heavy breast also resting on the bed.

He didn't move, he was confused.

"Come," she repeated, patting the bed in front of her.

This time he moved and sat on the bed, then lay down on his left side in the crook of her arm, facing her. She lifted her breast inviting him. As soon as he started to suck she sighed deeply with relief as she immediately felt the milk draining from her.

"That's so much better," she sighed stroking his head with her left hand. "You're a good boy."

This was such a weird experience for him. It felt so much more intimate -- sucking her breast on her bed. The feel of her breasts and her thick nipple, and the taste and scent of her milk was intoxicating.

After a while she spoke as if in her sleep. "That one is a little sore now," she said. No other instructions.

He was confused. He thought for a while. Did she mean...? He waited for her to present him with her other breast... but she didn't move. So tentatively he slid off her left nightie strap as far as he could and, to his surprise, she pulled her arm out allowing him to lower the nightie further to expose her left breast now.

Stunned he stared at his effectively topless mother. BOTH of her breasts were naked with pink nipples jutting out prominently from the top.

"Ian...?" his mother asked groggily, barely audible; wondering why he wasn't sucking.

He got the message and he tried to suck the left breast but it was uncomfortable. As if guessing his predicament his mother, still effectively asleep rolled onto her back, which meant he had to partially lie on top of her to reach her distant breast. He fed hungrily. In her sleep-like state she sighed contently.

It was then that he realized his erection had popped out of his pyjama flies - since he didn't wear any underwear at night - and it was rubbing against her bare thigh, and his right hand was caressing her left bare thigh. Her nightie had crept up.

He was in a daze, in a dream getting overload of sensory input from his mouth, his fingers and his hard, sensitive cock. His fingers went searching, lifting the nightie ever higher, and eventually finding their way to in between his mother's legs. Finding lots of loose strands confused him, as if her knickers were ripped with threads exposed. But then enlightenment hit him. He combed his fingers and pulled on the soft strands. Those were her pubic hair! She wasn't wearing any panties! Shocked and scared his hand moved away but only after a short pause his body almost imperceptively climbed over his mother to eventually lie on top of her. Like strong magnets being attracted to each other, from a distance his cock inched upwards towards its goal. Slowly but surely it entered, then it was fully imbedded where it was meant to belong. For the first time in Ian's young life his cock was doing what it was meant to... to penetrate a vagina.

"Hmm?" was the only sound Brenda made in her sleep.

Ian couldn't believe what he'd just done. The heat, the intimate contact of their bodies, his mother's nipple in his mouth, all this was overpowering... his hips pressed him deep inside his mother's pussy and he immediately exploded filling his mother's vagina. It was just too much for him, this his first penetration and that being his own pretty mother... he couldn't hold it.

He panted from his exertion, staying deep in his mother's pussy, his cock still staying hard and sensitive even after ejaculating. The glorious feeling of his mother's vagina enveloping and holding his steel-hard cock drove him to thrust. There was nothing he could do about it... he HAD to thrust, thus he began to slowly fuck his sleeping mum.

"Hmmm?" she questioned. "Hm? Ian?"

Each thrust fired off bolts of electrically charged pulses from his red hot poker. He couldn't believe how GOOD it felt. He speeded up, thoroughly enjoying this new act of fucking.

"I... Ian? Oh! OH!" Brenda groaned. Now she was awake. Now she felt the long hard piston sliding in her pussy. "OHMYGOD! IAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Ohhhh!"

But Ian didn't hear her, he was lost.

"Stop it! St... Huh, huh, OHHHHH!!" Brenda let out an uncontrollable groan and couldn't help but to move her hips, to grind her pussy against her son. She grabbed him in a tight hug, momentarily giving into the magnificent, rapturous pleasure that exploded in her pussy and her belly -- she simply was a slave to her body's reaction. "Yes, YES!" she cried out as her son fucked her hard.

"OHHHNGH," Ian grunted as another explosive orgasm blasted more sperm into his mother's pussy. But still he didn't stop. He was like a runaway train. He kept thrusting into his mother. He didn't give her a chance to recover and take control of the situation.

"OHGOD! OHGOD! OHHHHH!!" Brenda wailed again as another orgasmic electricity rippled through her body. She was powerless to stop her son fucking her. It felt AMAZING to be fucked again, to feel a hard cock in her deprived cunt, debilitating her normal thoughts and resistance. She could do nothing except hold on, spread her legs wider and thrust up to meet his lunges. His crazed relentless fucking was like nothing she'd ever experienced. It blew her mind.

But then she heard a really loud roar. It scared her. She looked up to see her son raise his head in painful grimace, mouth wide. At the same time she felt his cock pulsing in her pussy firing more jets of hot cum.

Then he collapsed on top of her. He was limp. She felt his dead weight on her body.

Finally all was quiet except for the hard breathing.

But she had been on the verge. She was SO close to a really beautiful release. BIG release. But he was no longer hard, not hard enough to help her. She ground herself against him in desperate attempt to finish. But... alas...

She felt disappointed and frustrated. But her pussy still pulsed, reminding her of the possibilities.

Eventually her head cleared and reality struck her. She pushed her son off her, feeling his cock slide out of her pussy.

"W... What have you done?" she asked, not only of Ian but partially of herself. She sensed the heat and the wetness between her legs and tentatively reached down for confirmation. Touching her own pussy she gasped at feeling the familiar sticky, viscous liquid seeping out of her vagina.

"Ian, do you know what you've done? Why? You can't... You're not supposed to...," she struggled for answers whilst staring at his wet, resting penis. His copious amounts of pubic hair surprised her. Her 18year old son was naked next to her in her bed!

"Ian, get up. GET up. Go to your room!" Brenda shook her son, trying to wake him up.

"Wha...?" he asked groggily.

"Go to your room. NOW!"

Slowly reality descended on him too, along with fear. Quickly he scrambled up off the bed looking at his mother.

"Go to your room. We'll talk in the morning. And for God's sake put something on!"

Ian looked down, gasped at his nudity in front of his mum and ran from the room clutching his pyjamas.

Alone again Brenda contemplated what had happened. Again she reached between her thighs to feel the oozing liquid; she needed to double check so shocked she was. Taking a wad of tissues she proceeded to wipe herself clean but the rubbing inflamed the temporarily dormant fire.

"Oooh," she gasped as she brushed her simmering clitoris. That felt good. She brushed it again and instantly the unfinished BIG release re-surfaced demanding completion. She gave in and began to rub herself vigorously. "OHHHH! YES! YES!" She stuck two fingers into herself, jabbing herself and hissed at the satisfying feeling. With one hand she fucked herself with her fingers, with the other she stimulated her clit, rapidly speeding up as she wantonly thrust her hips up. Images of her naked son flashed through her mind. Taboo images of him fucking her elevated her pleasure plateau exponentially to fire her to the very peak and then explode like a suppressed volcano.

"OHHHHHHH! YES, YES, YES! GNNNHH" she wailed as the ultimate climax hit her. "OH MY GOD!" she gasped as she rapidly thrust her fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit to ride out her BIG climax buzzing through her body. She slammed her thighs shut trapping her hands and whimpered in euphoric pleasure.

Slowly she came down to the realization that she had masturbated to the images of her naked son and got off on the very taboo idea of him fucking her!

Her head spun.

But slowly rubbing her pussy reminded her of how good it felt; and, before her son, how long it had been since someone had stuck his cock in her and fucked her.

She reached for more tissues to wipe away the additional discharge and flopped back onto the bed feeling exhausted. She slept... until that is Vicki woke her up a couple times hours later, then some more through the night.

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The next morning Brenda felt really exhausted from lack of sleep. She couldn't think straight. But the activities of the previous night weighed heavily on her... her son had fucked her! She needed to speak with him!

She tried to put aside and not think about the fact that in the end she had participated. No one can blame her, she did try to resist, and it had been so long since... it wasn't her fault.

"Ian, I can't believe what you did yesterday night. You're not supposed to do that with your mother," Belinda began but she found it hard not to picture him naked and recall his long wet penis. His cock was IN her, fucked her and had COME in her. Yesterday night he had fucked her!

"I'm... I'm sorry," he said glumly, looking down, feeling contrite. What else could he say?

"It is illegal. You could get into a lot of trouble... AND doing it whilst I was asleep?!"

He remained silent.

"Why? You've got nothing to say?"

"I couldn't help it," he said rather pathetically.

"What am I to do with you? Look, I know you get... urges... down there. But you have to... to take care of it... yourself. Understand?" Belinda couldn't believe she was talking to her grown up son like this. And she couldn't help images flashing in her mind of him naked with his erect cock in his hand, stroking it up and down... up and down.

Was she real? I actually do know about masturbation. Been doing it for years and years! He thought

"Understand?" she asked again unnecessarily.

"Yes, mum," he replied grudgingly, still unable to look up at her.

"Good. Don't let it happen again." What else could she say to her only son? Chuck him out? Call the police? Anyway, she felt too tired already due to lack of sleep to pursue this complicated subject with her son. And she heard her baby crying. She sighed.

"Ian, I haven't had much sleep and I'm tired. I'll try to catch some sleep in between Vicki's feeding. Can you try to take care of things in the house? I've made a list of groceries to get. Can you take care of that, please?"

"Sure mum. Don't worry about a thing," he perked up and now he was able to look up at her feeling he was being let off pretty lightly. After all he DID fuck her and came in her THREE TIMES!

That evening Brenda called him to her bedroom where she was putting Vicki back in her cot. She was wearing the same skimpy nightie from yesterday night, and one of her breast was exposed from which she must have been feeding Vicki from.

"Ian, my breasts have been hurting all day and I don't think I can get sleep like this. Do you mind helping me again?" Brenda asked looking tired and as if already half asleep.

"Sure thing, mum. What do you want me to do?" he said, trying not to stare at her big round breast which reminded him of a water-filled balloon.

"Can you drink my milk again? I know you've been a good boy and really helping in the house but I just need you to help me today with this one more thing," she said rather apologetically.

Ian was surprised by her request after last night. But he jumped at the chance of sucking her warm, soft breasts again. He had to check himself from sounding too eager. "Sure, no problem."

"Both of my breasts feel SO full. Please behave yourself, OK?"

"Yes, mum," he replied as he watched her lie down on the bed on her side.

Ian lay next to her on his side and took the nipple in his mouth and started to suck. Immediately burst of milk filled his mouth and Brenda sighed contently. As he sucked he lowered the other shoulder strap and she obligingly took her arm out allowing him to expose both her breasts and make her topless.

She and he settled down with her stroking his head, but then she was still, save for her deep, slow breathing.

Staring at her breasts it struck him odd once again how she was so willing to expose herself when it concerned breastfeeding but at any other time she was so careful.

Eventually she was fast asleep and he latched onto her left nipple. The weight of his body made her turn to lie on her back, meaning he was partially on top of her. Like before he didn't wear underwear with his pyjamas so his cock popped out. But it had a mind of its own, guiding him to lie fully on top of his mother again. As he sucked the nipple his cock found its way once again at the entrance to his mother's pussy... and it went in. It ever so slowly nosed in and kept going all the way until his cock was once again fully slotted in her vagina.

The thrill and the incredible tingling sensations were simply breathtaking; it was just too much such that he immediately exploded with a gush of his semen to flood his mother's vagina. But his cock remained steel-hard requiring him to further satisfy it.

Ian released the nipple he was sucking believing he had emptied the breast enough and lifted his body slightly with his arms on either side of her body. Reaching between them he undid the button on his pyjama bottoms and pulled it down to give him more space and freedom. Then he kept his weight off his mother and ever so slowly thrust in and out, all the time looking at her pretty face, at her amazing tits. Each slow movement concentrated his thoughts on the vagina gripping his hard cock allowing him to sense and feel the contours of those vaginal muscles caressing his hardness. He was delirious with pleasure. But he was also afraid of his mother waking up.

"Hmmm?" she vocalized in her sleep.

Ian stopped dead for a moment before continuing the slow fucking of his mother. The sheer desire in his super hard cock meant that he had to speed up a little.

"Ian... Yes!" she whispered barely audibly, but enough to cause him to stop again. She knows I'm fucking her? She actually called his name but her eyes were still closed. Is she dreaming about him fucking her?! That's unbelievable! It raised his passion and he couldn't help poking her with firmer thrusts.

"OHH! YES, IAN!" she gasped passionately but again in a whisper. "YES!" She was now turning her head slowly.

She MUST be dreaming about him. His cock was very HARD and SO sensitive that it hurt. With the slight upwards curve of his cock the tip was scraping the inside of his mother's vagina causing beautiful friction induced pleasure. The pressure was building up such that he could not control his thrusts and he jabbed hard.

"YES! YES! YES!" his mother cried out in her sleep. "AHHH."

And his cock exploded once again with a volcanic blast, releasing copious amounts of semen into his mother's pussy. It kept on shooting out, emptying his system, exhausting him. He quickly extracted himself and slumped on the bed gasping for air; he didn't want to lie on his mother incase feeling his weight would wake her up.

After a while he recovered and got off the bed and did up his pyjamas. Having come down from the adrenalin induced high, reality began to sink in. He began to worry about her finding out that he did it again to her. He now started to panic and looked around the room. Seeing the box of tissues next to the bed he took some and bent over his still sleeping mother.

Her legs were parted and for the first time he stared at her hairy pussy. He had felt the hair before but actually seeing it was mesmerizing - his mother's actual pussy! That's my mother's pussy!! It looked so beautiful; the triangle patch of hair sweeping down between her legs hiding her pussy lips. This hair lower down was glistening from the discharged wetness. Nervously and with shaking hand he wiped the seeping liquid. Then, taking more tissues and with one hand he daringly opened up her pussy and nearly fainted at seeing his mother so intimately. The sight and scent was overpowering; he could see her vagina entrance from which more white viscous liquid was oozing out. Quickly but gently he wiped up as much as he could.

Stepping back and taking a breather he felt he did a good job of removing the evidence of his... his... Well, what he did. So he covered her and left her bedroom taking the used tissues.

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The next day at the breakfast table he sat nervously expecting a barrage of angry words. Surprisingly none came. Instead it was his mother who was acting coy and not looking at him. He wondered what got into her?

"Thank you for helping him yesterday night," she eventually said. Ian's guilty mind wondered if she was thanking him for fucking her! "My breasts were much lighter, and with Vicki not waking me, I was for once able to get a good, deep, much needed sleep."

"Y... You're welcome," he said in relief. But then she shocked him by cupping her breasts and squeezing them.

"But these are filling up again. Hopefully Vicki feeds well today else I will have to ask for your help again."

"No problem. Glad to help," he said trying not to sound too eager and trying, and failing, not to stare at his mother running her hands over her own breasts. She was looking down at herself as she caressed and gently squeezed her breasts in contemplation. He didn't think she knew what effect she was having on him... on his cock.

Ian remained at the table until things calmed down and his cock relaxed again.

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That evening he had just changed into his pyjamas, when his mother called him. He went running to her room, but found she was not there. So he dashed to the front room. Brenda was on the couch, having just placed Vicki in the small cot.

"Ian, do you think you can help me again? It seems I produce too much milk for what Vicki needs. Sorry to bother you again," his mum asked apologetically.

"Sure. I'm glad I can help you, mum," he replied with an eager smile.

Ian took his position on the couch, lying on his back with his head in her lap looking up at her. Right before his eyes she lifted her top, unhooked the cup of her maternity bra and offered him her breast.

For a moment he admired her lovely full breast and the big erect nipple before taking it in his mouth. Immediately her milk satisfyingly filled his mouth. It was becoming a normal routine... him having warm milk drink before bedtime!

Today Brenda was wearing a loose top that kept dropping on his face preventing him from breathing.

"I think I'll just take it off," she said before removing it.

Ian's breathing quickened as he stared at his mother in her bra. He'd seen her topless, but there was something alluringly different seeing your own mother in her underwear.

"OH!" he heard his mother gasp soon after. He wondered what happened. "OH MY! Can you put that away, Ian?"

Ian wondered what she was talking about.

"Your, er... I'm sorry but your penis has popped out."

"Huh?" he said rather confused as he fumbled at his crotch with a searching hand. Sure enough his hand came in contact with his hard exposed cock. It had popped out of his pyjama flies as it became erect. Automatically he grabbed it in his fist and couldn't help giving it a couple of strokes before quickly stuffing it back inside.

What he didn't know was that his erection may now be directly hidden but it still made a big tent! And his mum was constantly looking at it as he sucked her breast.

And when she offered him her other breast and he shuffled along her lap to take it, unknown to him his cock popped out again.

But this time Belinda didn't tell her son to tuck it back in. This time she stared at the magnificent hard erection and recalled the dream of yesterday night. Her pussy flooded.

"Looks like your friend wants to come out and play," she said enigmatically.

"Eh?" he said. But then he nearly jumped off her lap when he felt something touching his sensitive cock.

Belinda reached out and placed a tentative finger on the tip then slid it around over the slick top.

Ian gasped! Then held his breath. He felt a hand grab the whole of his hard shaft and began to stroke it. With the other hand Brenda pushed his face onto her breast and he guessed she wanted him to continue to suck her.

So, he continued to suck her tit and she stroked his cock. It felt AMAZING. But soon the pressure built and he couldn't help but to push his hips up against his mum's downward strokes. He believed she guessed what was about to happen because she released him to undo his pyjama bottoms button and pushed up his top.

Returning to masturbating him with her expert hand she speeded up, making him gasp on her tit and he ejaculated with a loud grunt. He whimpered into her tit as she milked him. He felt the warm wetness around his belly; and that's why she had moved his pyjamas away -- to stop his cum soiling them!

A thought passed through his head that as he was drawing her milk his mother was drawing HIS milk! He smiled at the irony. And she said as much, trying to justify masturbating her own son.

"The least I could do after you helped me with my problem," she said as a way of an explanation for doing something quite taboo. "You helped me to release my pressure and I helped you to release your pressure. Seems fair. I hope you don't mind." He could see she was struggling to keep from smiling.

"Thank you," he panted. Then he watched her reach for a tissue from the side table and wipe up the mess that she created. Then she held his cock again and wiped it clean. But her touching him again only served to re-invigorate his ardour and it was fully hard again.

"Oh, MY!" she gasped as she held his throbbing penis in her hand. "I... I think you should take care of that yourself now," she said bashfully and quickly covered him up.

Feeling embarrassed and with the obvious tent in his pyjamas he dashed to his room and vigorously masturbated lying on his bed with the images of his mother in her bra and her exposed tit and the feel of her hand on his cock. He couldn't believe she had held his cock and masturbated him AND made him cum! Uptil now he barely had a kiss from a girl, so getting a handjob from his very own mother was simply too much!

Stroking hard he left off another volcano-like explosion, spewing more cum all over him.

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From then on it became a daily activity such that in effect his mother ended up breastfeeding not only his baby sister but him as well!

On occasions he even took the liberty of lifting her top himself to expose her tits. He was surprised she allowed him to do that.

She particularly acted very playfully when getting him to suck her breasts on her bed; sometimes teasing him and pulling her breast away, it became a game. Playing about like that in his pyjamas meant he ended up sometimes on top of her with his exposed hard cock rubbing her thighs or her belly.

"I see your friend is awake," she would say and giggle like a little girl. This gave him the courage to do what he did next.

Lying in between her legs and sucking her breast he inched up to the point where his hard cock was just nudging the entrance to her pussy. Ian now knew that with her short nightie his mother didn't wear panties in bed, making it possible for what he wanted to do.

"Ian, behave yourself," she said giggling.

But he took her playfulness as a sign of her not being serious. So he pushed just a little more, enough to get the head of his cock in.

"Iaaan, what are you doing?" she continued to giggle but now she also squirmed, trying to dislodge him from her pussy. But it only served to help him get further in her.

"OHMYGOSH! Are you...? I can feel... Ohhh!" she cried out as he slipped all the way up into her. "You can't DO that to your mother."

She started to tickle his armpits causing him to laugh and wriggle, driving his cock in her vagina like a piston.

"OHHH!!" she cried out. "Ian, stop it! OOOOOHH, YES! Oh, Ian, honey..." Now she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly to her... and she was doing all the moving, grinding her loins against him, thrusting her hips up... all the while STILL telling HIM to stop. "Ian... Ian... it's not right, you don't know wh... OHGOD, OHGODDDD, YESSSS!"

She and he both reached their peak together and he ejaculated in her pussy. It felt AMAZING!

"I... OHH!... I can't believe you...," she began, panting hard.

Imbedded in her pussy his super hard cock was still zinging with electricity, and her rippling vagina only served to further excite it such that he couldn't help pushing into her again.

"Ian...?"

But it just felt so good, Oh SO good; too good to stop. Even as he thrust into her she said "Ian... OHMYGOD... again? AAHH!" and began to pant harder. "S... Stop it." She began to tickle his armpits again but his squirming only made him fuck her harder, debilitating her resistance.

Once again she grabbed him, spread her legs wider and fucked him back. This time he lasted longer and gave his mum a good fucking. As they came she grabbed his head in both her hands and kissed him long and hard on the lips, surprising him.

Then she just held him tightly to her, breathing hard, making satisfying noises and what felt like shivering as she enjoyed the aftershocks of her still raw orgasm.

Still lying on his mother her body felt warm and inviting. Her pussy was still active, squeezing and massaging his cock. It had softened just slightly after ejaculating twice, but now it began to firm up again, re-igniting his ardour. He couldn't help sliding it in and out of her pussy. She noticed.

"Ian? Are you... again?" she asked with a surprise inflexion in her voice. "You know you shouldn't," but this time she made no attempt to stop me, but instead stroked his head and face and watched him as he thrust into her.

Then he had the surprise of his life as she pulled him in and kissed him hard and rotated them so that SHE was on top... and SHE was bouncing and grinding herself on me!

"OHH! OHHH! Iannn...," she wailed with her eyes closed.

Sitting on top of him she was topless, her nightie bunched around her waist. It was a hypnotic sight seeing her large breasts swaying heavily in front of him. He reached up and grabbed them tentatively. She didn't open her eyes. So he ran his hands all over the roundness and pinched her nipples and she hissed "YES!" and ground herself on him even more.

"Yes, YES! YESSSS!" his mother screamed as she went wild on me, moving her hips all around, grinding her pussy hard on his groin, her hands on his chest for leverage, and with his cock still way DEEP inside her pussy.

In shock he dropped his arms on to the bed and watched her awestruck. She was making herself have an orgasm by fucking herself on his cock! He couldn't help himself, his body responded accordingly and he exploded with his own orgasm, firing jets of his cum up into her whilst thrusting up with his hips, trying to lift her off the bed.

"OH GOD, YESSSS!!" she shuddered; then finally coming to a stop breathing hard, gasping for air. She took long deep breaths as she rode out the aftershocks, adding, "OOOOOHH! Yeeeees!"

He'd never seen his mum like this before. He was speechless.

She finally opened her eyes and he could see she was coming back to the present. Inhaling deeply she was trying to bring her breathing under control as her tits rose and fell.

She dislodged herself from his wilting cock and slumped next to him on her back.

"I'm sorry," she said. Then silence for a while before continuing. "You do it with your hand, you masturbate, don't you? So do I. But it felt better when you put it in me, didn't it? It feels much better for me as well with a cock inside me. It feels much better to fuck."

Ian listened in stunned silence. Her words were alien. She never spoke like this before.

"I needed to fuck. I was desperately missing it. That's why I couldn't stop YOU fucking me. I wanted it too."

Her confession was mind blowing. It stirred his cock once more, even though he thought he was depleted! He quickly stripped naked, got in between his mother's legs and tried to enter her.

"Again?!" she asked in surprise but she parted her legs wider to accommodate him, reached in between them and guided his hard cock into her wet pussy.

With her raw words still ringing in his ears he fucked his mum. He just thrust and thrust, fucking her for a long time. The wetness where they were joined was all too evident. But this time they kissed and explored their mouths as well. She even put her tongue in his mouth!

After a long slow fuck they had one more release and then they slept, utterly, utterly drained.

Luckily his baby sister didn't wake them until near the morning.

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When he woke up, at first Ian was surprised and disoriented to find himself in his mother's bedroom. But then the memory of yesterday night came flooding back. He looked down and ran his hands over his body. He was still naked. He looked around but his mother wasn't there.

And breakfast was awkward. But she sat him down and they talked. She told him that if he wanted to have sex with her she'd let him, because she also needed sex... she missed fucking. It was difficult to go on dates and find a man when she had a young baby. And anyway she was put off by her last experience.

But she told him that he should still look for a girlfriend.

In the meantime she'd start to re-take contraceptives. She'd visit the doctor today.

How does one process that? His own mother almost inviting him to fuck her! She gets horny and needs to fuck as well! One just don't think of their mother like that.

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"Ian, please sit. I have to talk to you."

They sat in the front room.

"The doctor said I can't have contraceptives."

"Huh? But why?"

"Because... I'm already pregnant."

For a moment there was silence. He just stared at her. Pregnant?!

"Huh? But ho...?" he stopped himself from asking a stupid question.

"It obviously can't be because of yesterday night, that would be too soon. But before... I thought it would be alright... time of the month," she tailed off, talking more to her self.

Ian remained silent; he was out of his depth.

"I need to think. You realize you've made me pregnant. I haven't been with anyone else. You've made your mother pregnant. And you gonna be a dad... well you could be if I keep..."

"OH!" Now it hit him. I'm too young to be a dad, not at 19... I only just turned 19. I don't even have a girlfriend. I barely kissed a girl, well excluding the recent events. "What are we going to do?" he asked feeling worried.

"I don't know. I need to think."

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Brenda mulled it over for the next few days. In the meantime she still needed her breasts taken care of by her son when Vicki didn't feed fully. But there was no... sex.

"OK, I'm going to keep the baby," his mother eventually said.

"Really?" Ian was amazed.

"Yes, I know it's a little complicated but I want to keep the baby. I always wanted a big family. And this time it's not by a stranger."

Ian just listened feeling dumb. But then the obvious point came back to him. "But that will make me a dad!"

"Yes, I'm aware of that and we need to discuss that," she said taking a visible deep breath to compose herself. "Ian, no one can know you're the father. If people knew it would mean they'd know we had sex and we could both go to jail. Mother and son are not supposed to have sex."

"Oh!" It began to sink in.

"I will again say I had a fling and got pregnant. I know people will talk about me but..." She shrugged and fell silent.

The room was eerily quiet whilst both of them contemplated the meaning of keeping this family secret.

"Do you understand? No one must EVER know you're the father. Do you think you can do that?" When he didn't answer she asked again. "I know it's a big thing I'm asking you to do, but it's VERY important you understand and agree."

"OK, mum, I won't tell anyone."

"Not even any of your friends, or when you have a girlfriend not even your girlfriend."

"I understand. No one."

"Ian, it's very important that you can't tell the baby. You can't ever tell your future son or daughter that you are their father. We will raise the baby as your brother or sister. You will have to think of them as your brother or sister. Do you understand? "

Now THAT he hadn't thought of. "That's gonna be weird, mum. I don't know...," he said.

"Yes, I know. But will you be OK with that? Of course, secretly you and I will know the truth."

"OK," he eventually said, but in truth he was too young to appreciate what he was agreeing to.

"Thank you, Ian," and she surprised him with a quick kiss on the mouth.

That evening Ian sucked his mother's breasts in her bed; and she didn't comment when he ended up on top of her. She didn't make much fuss when he nudged her pussy with his hard cock; in fact she parted her legs allowing him easier access. He fucked his mum whilst sucking her breasts and drinking her milk.

It was crazy, he was fucking his mum almost every day after that. Sometimes she was too tired so he just sucked her breasts and she'd give him a handjob to relieve his erection... or she'd be too tired to even do that and he'd have to take care of that himself.

Yup, his life was crazy. It was even more crazy when he got a girlfriend - he was fucking her as well as his mum! But the craziest thing was he was fucking his mum more than his girlfriend since his mum was readily available at home whereas his girlfriend he met up with only once a week!!

Can life get any better....?

But life was to get much more complicated after his baby was born.

The End?