Oedipus Complexes: Mother's Milk

Oedipus Complexes: Mother's Milk

By Imorol

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story...

Returning from his apprenticeship, Liam Becker let himself into the family home. Although the lights were on, he entered quietly, unsure of where his mother was or if his newborn younger sibling was awake or not. With his father already back on the offshore rigs after the birth of little Adele, Liam knew his mom had to be somewhere in the house. Taking his heavy work boots off, he slid them onto a rack, hung up his jacket and made for the living room.

'Nope,' he muttered seeing the TV off, the room vacated. Head cocking aside, he listened intently. Just at the edge of hearing the sound of low humming was coming from upstairs. Quietly so as not to disturb anyone, he headed up the stairs. Wearing thick socks, not a sound was made on the wooden steps. Gaining the landing, the door to the new nursery stood ajar, soft light spilling through the gap. Not wishing to disturb mother and child, Liam snuck closer until he could peek into the room.

Pastel pink walls beheld a gentle feminine room. Painted by Liam's grandmother, the far wall displayed an idyllic nature scene, cuddly animals frolicking on lush grass to one side, a family of bears having a picnic on the other. In front of the scene was the empty cot. Beside the crib was a rocking chair, wide-seated and comfortably upholstered. A look of unalloyed bliss on a pretty face, humming as she gently rocked, Evelyn Becker was gazing down at her daughter. Cradled in her mother's arms, baby Adele was latched to a full rounded breast, making little rhythmic breathing puffs as she nursed.

Concealed by the nursery door, Liam couldn't help but watch. As attested by friends back in High School, Mrs Becker was a very attractive blonde, with long legs, feminine hips and a full bust. At the time Liam hadn't really noticed beyond recognising mom was pretty. However, with so much teasing aimed at him, he had come to see what his mates saw: a sexy woman with curves in all the right places. Alongside a bevy of the usual crushes and fantasies of celebrity women, Liam had formed something of a fascination for his own mother.

Mouth open wide to avoid his breathing from revealing his presence, he looked at his mom. Sat in the chair, feet pushing against the carpet to rock back and forth, a cushion was placed on her lap, support for the arms holding the baby. Wearing a light taupe nursing top, one breast was out, mostly hidden by the baby's fair head. Tucked away, the other still gave an eyeful of cleavage straining the stretched neckline. Remaining still and silent, Liam watched, gaze locked onto the unintended titty display. Feeling an erection pressing against his pants, the young man reached down, squeezed it.

Motion from the swaying chair finally drawing his attention downward, he noted bare legs. Licking his lips, he leant down, trying to see between the woman's legs, hoping for a glimpse of his mother's panties. Unfortunately, not only was the cushion preventing any successful peeping, she wore a pair of white shorts. Returning his gaze to her chest, he observed her breastfeed, sizeable boobs practically on show. Mouth watering, a pang of jealously struck the voyeur.

What does it feel like to suck a woman's tits? he thought, cock receiving a firm squeeze through his pants. Tongue running over dry lips, a second thought occurred, What does her breast milk taste like?

Feeding over, the sexy woman pulled the baby from her breast. A trickle of white fluid dripped from the stud-like nipple. Falling to the mammary, it ran down the soft looking flesh before a finger swiped it away. Eyes widening, Liam watched as his mother's tongue flicked across the finger, swiping up the errant spill. I want that, he thought, practically tugging on the endowment beneath his clothes.

'Come here, baby. Momma's gotta get that nasty wind out of you,' Evelyn cooed to the baby, propping the newborn up with one hand, the other stroking its back. For a few minutes more the hidden viewer continued to observe, attention on the single bared breast. Although only just suckled, a trickle dribbled from the teat, dripping down to soak into the taupe top. God, I wish I could lick that up. A tiny burp intruded upon his thoughts. Shame washing over him, Liam snatched his hand away from his cock. Moving quietly, he stepped away from the nursery and returned back downstairs.

Needing something to distract himself, he walked into the kitchen. Having eaten before getting home, he wasn't particularly hungry. Opening the freezer revealed a tray of homemade popsicles. A dozen or so, they were a creamy yellow, white spots dotted throughout. Pineapple? Banana? Unsure, Liam pulled one out. Holding it by the stick he sniffed at the frozen treat. A slightly soapy scent, it was unusual but not altogether unpleasant. Taking a tentative lick, it didn't taste of much but served as the required distraction.

Absentmindedly sucking the ice pop, he ventured to the living room. Switching the TV on, he sat on the couch. Flicking through the channels he settled on a sports program. With softly padding steps, his mother walked into the room, taking the recliner usually favoured by her husband. Tucking her legs up beneath her she leaned against the chair's arm.

'Have you had something to eat, sweetie?' she asked.

'Yeah mom, I grabbed something on the way home,' Liam said. Disappointed but not surprised, a quick scan showed her boobs tucked away, although the milk-filled cleavage was a more than pleasing sight. 'What made you decide to make these popsicles?' he asked, waving his around before popping it back into his mouth.

'Hmm? Oh!' Evelyn gasped, seeing what her son was sucking on. A smirk quickly developing, she said, 'Oh, I... just thought I'd give it a try.' While a reply, it wasn't really an answer, but Liam neither noticed the difference nor registered the gasp. As the young man watched the TV and ate the treat, Evelyn kept glancing over, eyes shining with mirth, smirk threatening to break out into a full-on grin.

'Enjoy that?' she asked, waiting until he'd finished.

'Yeah, mom. It was OK. Weird kinda taste, but not bad,' Liam said. Glancing over, he was taken by surprise when his mother burst out laughing. Shining eyes, cheeks flushed, she gave him an amused yet pitying look. 'What?' he asked, puzzled.

'Oh, sweetheart,' she laughed again, hand over her mouth failing utterly to cover her amusement. 'That was my breast milk.' Shocked expression on her son's face caused Evelyn to laugh again. 'Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Its just... Well, its really funny,' she said with a chortle.

'What?' an uncomprehending Liam said. After a moment she controlled her amusement and began to explain.

'I was reading an article the other day about teething. You know, when the baby's first teeth start to come up?' A confused nod. 'Anyway, the article said that making popsicles from breast milk is a popular home remedy to soothe the soreness Adele will feel from her gums. I know she's only three weeks old, I just wanted to see how they'd turn out. I'm producing enough milk for triplets, so there's spare,' she chuckled. 'And I didn't expect you to eat one.' Another grin, playful. 'It's OK. It won't hurt you,' she added, smile fading at the lost look on her son's face.

Liam was speechless. Not that long ago he'd wondered how his mother's milk tasted and now he'd tried it without even realising. Feeling his cheeks burning, cock stiffening, he said, 'I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to...'

'Don't worry about it, honey. It was an honest mistake,' she said. It wouldn't have been had I known, Liam thought. 'Anyway, its months before she's going to start teething. We won't be able to use those popsicles. No harm, no foul.' Mistaking the flushed look on the boys face, she added, 'Don't you worry about it, sweetie. Its OK.' Another grin threatening to make its presence felt, she glanced towards the clock on the wall. Seeing the night was getting on, a wave of tiredness overtook her. 'Well, I'm off to bed I think. Catch a little sleep before Little Miss Hungry up there decides its feeding time. Again.'

Unable to stop himself, still reeling from what had just happened, Liam watched his mother walk past, eyes tracking a perfectly formed ass as she made for the door. A fresh bloom of heat warmed his face when she abruptly turned, thinking he'd been caught out.

'Could you do me a favour? Could you throw the rest of those ice pops out? Just flush it down the toilet,' she said. Believing his red face was from embarrassment, she added, 'Just remember to remove the sticks first though, OK? Thanks, honey.' Before she could leave, her son had a question.

'Mom, did you breastfeed me when I was a baby?' Turning in the doorway, her smile was somewhat saddened this time.

'No, honey. I didn't. I was told it was wrong.' Looking wistful she added, 'I wish I had though. Doing it now, with Adele... I think it helps bonding between mother and baby.' A confused look clouded Liam's face. 'Doesn't mean I don't love you any less, Liam. I love you both.' Tapping the doorjamb, she leaned down and gave her boy a big hug, holding him tightly. Face pressed to the pair of boobs, Liam prayed she didn't notice the stiff erection tenting his pants. 'Good night, honey,' Evelyn said. 'See you in the morning.'

From the couch his eyes remained on her ass, swaying as she took the steps. Behind closed lips, his tongue ran around his mouth, trying to snatch up any lingering traces of the breast milk popsicle, now aware of what it actually was. The earlier sense of jealousy returned, slowly taking root as his tongue chased the dregs. Realising he still held the stick, it suddenly dawned what his mother had said.

I'm not going to waste those other popsicles, he thought climbing from the couch. Pausing by the foot of the stairs, Liam didn't see any lights on, nor hear anything. Satisfied he was alone he headed straight to the kitchen.

Opening the freezer he pulled out the tray containing the small frozen blocks of yellowed juice. Checking he remained undisturbed, he popped the first from the tray. Resting it on his tongue, he held it there, letting it slowly melt. Once more he tasted that unusual soapy flavour. But now knowing what it was, Liam swore it tasted a little sweeter this time. All to soon it had fully melted, spreading around his mouth. Tongue rubbing against palate, he savoured it afresh. Quickly gone, he pulled the next popsicle out. Then the next and the next after that.

Standing in the kitchen, an ear listening for any sign he was caught in the act, Liam Becker downed nearly a dozen ice pops, each made by his own mother from her mother's milk. Tongue swirling through the remains of the last one, it bathed in the cold juice. The entire time one thought occupied his mind: What does mom's milk taste like warm? Erection maintained the whole while, he headed for bed to jerk off.

***

It had been a couple of days since Liam's popsicle feast. The first day after had been somewhat awkward, having trouble meeting his mother's eye. Where she thought it was embarrassment over the previous day, it wasn't. Every time Liam was near her, his gaze would fall to her bosom, absorbed in the swelling curves of her breasts. With every motion it seemed the tits jiggled, sloshing with the juice they contained. Her nipples seemed always to be hard, poking against the soft fabric of the nursing tops she currently favoured. It was like they were teasing him, showing the way to a denied milky bounty. To make matters worse, Evelyn was leaking, lactate staining her clothes.

Taking the opportunity, Liam had ducked into the master bedroom, gathered the recently discarded top from the hamper. Raising it to his mouth he'd hungrily sucked the cotton garment, near desperate to taste it fresh. However, by the time he'd been able to get to it, the fluid was already dried out.

The second day saw him passing the nursery when he heard something. Coming from the room was a low mechanical rhythm. Currently doing a mechanical apprenticeship, his curiosity was peaked. Head edging around the door, he was shocked frozen. Baby asleep in its crib, their mother sat in the rocking chair. Topless, the view of her naked bust was obscured by twin suction cups, miniature plastic bottles dangling from them. The unfamiliar sound was coming from a device perched atop a small table, connected to the cups via tubing. As he watched jets of fresh breast milk splashed into the little bottles.

Mouth agape, he watched his own mother expressing her milk. Through the transparent plastic, he could see her nipples moving back and forth, little thrusting motions, under the influence of the machine's repeated suction. With each oscillating motion more creamy juice spilled into the bottles hanging from the big sexy titties. Saliva flooded the voyeurs mouth, the desire to consume the liquid strong.

'Oh, hmm,' the woman moaned. Head resting on the back of the chair, she looked content. Unaware of the peeping Tom, Evelyn cupped her boobs. Gently, she massaged the swollen glands, enjoying the touch. Despite all the nursing given to the infant daughter, there was always more lactate. It hadn't been a jest when saying there was enough milk for triplets. Missing a session with the pump left Evelyn feeling full and uncomfortable. But releasing the pent up pressure brought such relief.

Like two mouths latched onto her nipples, the powerful suction provided by the pump felt really good. It was almost like having two lovers, each one nursing. Hands massaging the sensitive flesh, the fingers squeezed and stroked. As more milk spat into the clear containers, Evelyn could feel herself getting aroused. Inside her panties, she felt moist, a different swelling as her vulva flooded with sexual need. Having gone several weeks without sex now, she couldn't help feeling horny. If Liam weren't in the house, Evelyn would have broken out the Hitachi and masturbated. If her husband, Cole, had been home she'd have jumped his bones.

Cock hauled from his jeans, hand stroking it's length, Liam stared wide eyed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was mom milking herself, she was plainly playing with her tits. Sensual moans issued from between luscious lips, all the sexier for coming from his hot mother. Come on, mom, do it, the man silently urged, hoping to see the woman slip a hand down to her crotch, to rub her pussy through tight grey leggings.

An abrupt chirping from behind scared the wits from Liam. Whirling around, he sought out the source of the noise before recognising it. Downstairs, the computer was announcing an incoming Skype call. Quickly yet quietly moving away from the nursery door, he put his dick away and went downstairs. After a brief conversation with his father, time was limited, he went back upstairs to get Evelyn.

'You can come in, Liam,' she said in answer to a knock on the door, careful not to wake the sleeping infant.

Opening the door wide, he was disappointed to see his mother now covered. Yet some signs of what had been going on remained. Pulled tight over bra-less breasts, her pale blue top featured two wet patches, growing as he watched, maternity juice still dribbling from the distended nipples poking against the fabric.

'Dad's on Skype from the rig,' he said.

'Oh, he's early!' Evelyn exclaimed. Running for the door, she paused. 'Do me a favour, sweetheart, could you put those in the fridge for me?' she said, pointing towards the now full bottles on the tabletop.

'Sure,' he said to her retreating back, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her bum in its leggings before it disappeared down the flight of stairs. Careful not to wake the slumbering sister, Liam retrieved the containers their parent had used. Held to the light, he saw they were four ounce bottles, full to the brim. Warmth radiated through the plastic. Still warm and fresh, the boy pondered, mesmerised by the treasure he'd been entrusted with. How much he longed to try it, knew it would be that much better than the frozen popsicles from the other day. And why shouldn't he? He who had been denied the experience when it was he that had been the baby. Mom had said she was producing more, much more, than was needed to feed the newborn. But I'd never get away with it. Accidentally eating a milky ice pop was one thing, but what he was contemplating...

Carrying the full jars he also headed downstairs. Hearing the ongoing call, he passed the living room and entered the kitchen. Opening the fridge, an array of similar bottles awaited. So much of it, he thought, eyes roving between them. On a whim he opened the freezer. A dozen more jars sat there. A plan quickly formed. Assured his mother was distracted, he pulled a frozen jar out and put it in the fridge, behind the others where it could thaw without being noticed. Depositing one of the fresh ones he held into the fridge as well, he kept hold of the second.

Unscrewing the cap, he looked down into the fluid. At first it looked just like cows milk, but on closer inspection it was off-white, almost creamy. Lifting it to his nose Liam took a sniff. It had a mild, sweet fragrance, something approaching vanilla. Twirling the bottle, it moved almost like water, faint streaks mixing. Throwing a glance at the door, he could still hear his mother on Skype. Putting the bottle to his mouth, the young man tilted his head back and poured a measure onto his tongue.

Swirling the lactate around his mouth, coating tongue, teeth and gums, he sampled it. Tasting much as it smelled, it was mildly sweet, like melted ice cream warmed up. Tongue running through the concoction, it felt smooth, almost slippery, yet rich and creamy all at the same time. Swallowing, the mother's milk glided down his throat, warming its passage into his stomach.

'Fucking A,' he exclaimed before taking another swig. Although time was tight, he took what he could, savouring the smell, taste and texture of his mother's fresh breast milk, a treat missed out on as an infant. Smacking his lips, it was delicious. So much better than I thought it would be! Hungry for more, Liam took another and another shot of the maternal liquid. Over too soon, he drank the last. 'Amazing,' he gasped.

'Liam, come say goodbye to your dad,' came the call from the living room. Still tasting the milk from his own mother's tits, Liam wished his father a safe shift.

***

Waking up in the middle of the night, the house was silent, baby Adele having finally fallen asleep. Climbing from his bed, Liam was thirsty and in need of a drink. Stepping from his bedroom, he paused upon seeing light shining from his parent's boudoir. Dad never did get around to fixing that door, he thought. Creeping down the hallway dressed only in a pair of boxers, he trod carefully. Reaching the doorway, he peered inside.

Lying in the middle of a large king-sized bed was his mom, fast asleep. Cole Becker joked about how deeply his wife slept, that she could remain slumbering even during a major earthquake. Being kept up half the night by a ravenous newborn didn't help matters any. In this case, Evelyn had fallen asleep while expressing. Dressed in a short pink robe, the top of the silk garment was open. Moving subtly with every breath, her boobs were bared for her son to see. Still attached, the breast pump had run its course, leaving another two full bottles attached to the recently milked titties.

Heart trip hammering, Liam stood frozen in the doorway. Once more he was looking at his mother's chest, only this time she wasn't conscious to prevent his ogling. Licking his lips, the young man wanted to experience that nurturing flavour again. Long legs appeared from under the short hemline, lithe and sexy. Incomplete but filthy thoughts racing through his mind, Liam took a tentative step into the room, breaching the woman's privacy.

Standing beside the bed, erection tenting his shorts as it pointed towards the sleeping figure, the sneak briefly pondered what to do, not whether he should do it or not. Reaching for the first suction cup, it came away easily, the attached pump no longer active. A couple of errant drops fell from the small funnel, splatting the warm flesh below. Removing the other, two more drops fell, smearing flawless skin. Mouth watering, he dropped the device on the mattress, out of the way.

Not wishing to waste the spilt milk, the boy leaned down. In one broad swipe of the tongue, he licked his mother's breast, tracing the curve and up and over the stiff teat. Tasting the sought-after flavour, he moaned deep in the throat. Leaning further over the supine figure he captured the drips from the other tit. Up close, his nose picked up the natural scent of clean skin, sparking something inside him.

'Delicious,' he whispered to his sleeping mother. Looking content in her sleep, there was a blissful expression on her face. Acting on impulse, the familial intruder pressed his mouth to hers. Lips pursing, forcing hers apart, Liam slipped his tongue into his own mother's mouth. Within, it was wet and warm, fresh from brushing. Finding the woman's tongue, he entwined his with it. Delighted and surprised, her tongue responded, sliding across his. Mouth opening wider it passed through her full lips and wormed its way into Liam's. Eyes wide in wondrous shock, he kissed her back enthusiastically, any discomfort from such a forbidden act cast aside.

Making out with the woman who'd birthed him 18 years ago was mind blowing. One hand gently holding his mom's jaw, the passion of the kiss intensified. Tongues dancing, they writhed against the other, lips compressed, breaths shared. The other hand found its way to a naked breast. It was the first naked one he'd ever touched and was beyond imagination. Cupped from beneath, it filled the hand. Trying to control building excitement, he squeezed gently, exploring the touch of a real tit for the first time in his life. Pushing against it, he could sense its mass, enhanced by the milk it was dense and heavy. Against his, the skin was warm, almost hot. Coming through the smooth flesh was the slow steady beat of his mom's heart, something not felt since she'd carried him as a babe.

Breaking the kiss, his concentration turned purely to the hand groping the sleeping figure. Marvelling at how the flesh yielded, the caressing took on a mind of its own. Fingers brushed across it, following the curve of the rounded orb. A sticky patch informed the pervert he'd found the remains of spilt milk. Following the trail fingers alighted on a taut nipple, stiff and poking ceilingward. Bright eyes wide and shining, the digits closed on the pap. A jet of fluid spurted out, hitting Liam in the face. With a laugh he did it again, only this time his mouth was open, ready to catch the spring.

Surprising in its strength the spurt flew into the molester's mouth, striking the waiting tongue. Another pinch, another spurt. And again. With both hands on his parent's bosom, the fingers played, little milking motions causing more tight jets of creamy discharge to fly through the air, some caught in the open mouth, some splattering his face and a few arcing over his shoulder. Feeling it land on his own back made him realise he was wasting the precious drink.

Climbing onto the bed, he lay down next to the supine figure. Head dropping to a breast, lips latched on. Nature taking its sway the boy hungrily suckled on his mother. Inbred instinct took over. Most natural thing in the world his mouth worked. Pursed lips enclosed the stud-like nip, jaw sliding back and forth, cheeks hollowed as a powerful, nearly desperate, suction took hold. Born to it, the grown man nursed on his sleeping mother. Mother's milk inundated the suctioning mouth, doused the stilled tongue. Refusing to swallow, he continued nursing, drawing out more and more. Unable to help himself, he suckled noisily, wet and rhythmic, the sound serving to enhance his actions.

An enveloping sense of contentment spread throughout even as his mouth began to brim. Lips still locked, the siphon paused. Within, the tongue swam through the matriarchal brew. Just as anticipated, it was that much better than he'd experienced earlier in the kitchen. It all seemed more intense, richer, thicker, creamier, the vanilla taste a little nutty this time. And the warmth! Head tilting back, he swallowed the mother's milk. So much of it, he had to swallow twice more to drink it all down.

'And there's still another one,' he told himself. Careful not to let his weight settle atop the reposed consort he latched onto the other titty. Fresh jets of lactate were eagerly drawn into the ravening mouth. Chasing the flavour, the tongue moved through the spurts as they came, taking the taste as much as possible as the creamy flood continued. As the loud nursing went unabated, Mrs Becker began to respond to the stimulation. Soft sighs issued from her throat, turning into a deep heated moan.

Where terror should have struck, only arousal appeared. Leaning over the sleeping woman, moaning as her breasts were fed upon, Liam's cock had slipped from the confinement of his boxers. Rubbing against a naked thigh it left a slimy trail of pre-cum. Hearing the soft feminine sounds, feeling his own arousal a thought was planted: Is mom as horny as I am? Am I turning my own mother on? Liam had to know. Vacuum grip released, he again downed the motherly secretion, supping happily.

Pulling on the sash encircling the woman's waist, the son released the light pink robe. Pushing the silk open revealed the feminine glory. Already familiar with the milk-filled jugs, he took in the rest of her body. Not having shown much when pregnant, Evelyn had already lost a lot of the baby weight she'd carried. What stretch marks Liam did see only added to her appeal. Signs of a fertile female, they spoke to something primal, just as her scent had. A pair of purple panties clung possessively to her crotch, hiding her pussy from the incestual gaze. Slightly open, long legs tapered down to bare feet. A virgin, the young man had never seen a woman like this, at least not in real life. Intrigued and excited, he wanted to see more, experience more.

Tentatively his hand reached out. Alighting on a naked thigh, fingers gently grasped. Goosebumps dotting his arm, fingers brushed over the silky, svelte flesh. So warm. Moving slowly back and forth, the hand traversed the length of the leg. Sliding inwards, the touch moved to his mother's inner thigh, fingers pressing into the hot skin, teasing the muscle beneath. Harsh breathes rushed between open lips, excitement building as his hand came closer and closer to the forbidden. Abruptly the side of the intruding hand pressed into mother's panties. 'Oh man,' he gasped, finally getting to feel the heat of a real pussy. Sliding against the satin underwear, he could feel the groove of the concealed slit, the heat intensifying as the contact became firmer. Unsatisfied, the hand moved up and over the silky thong.

Fingers slipping under the waistband, there was no bush to hamper their progress. Delving deeper they came into contact with what they sought. Mrs Becker was shaved, mons smooth. Index finger taking the lead, it passed over the clit and down along the feminine crevice. 'Wow,' Liam exclaimed, touching a vagina he hadn't felt since his own birth. In fact, it was the first and only one he'd ever touched. But this was totally, utterly different. Wet and slippery it was no issue to stick his finger in his mom. 'Wow,' he said again, transfixed by yet another new sensation. Finger-banging the slumbering parent, a second pushed its way inside. Clutching around the intrusion, the feel of the snatch was beyond any idea supplied by male imagination.

Panting, the boy retrieved his hand. Holding it to the light, the digits shone, greased by a pussy juice he should never have encountered. Knowing it was wrong, knowing he shouldn't, Liam sniffed his fingers. Nostrils flaring, the scent of his mother's sex filled the nasal passages. Sticking the fingers into his mouth, he tasted pussy for the first time. My own fucking mother's pussy. Thumping in his underwear, his cock leaked copious pre-cum into the cotton, a warning signal. Ignoring it, he sucked the warm secretions clean. But now another, even more perverted idea struck.

Almost bouncing from the bed he stepped to the bottom edge. Taking one foot than the other, he spread his mother's legs open. Peeking up between them, his hot gaze fell on the purple triangle clinging to her sex. Grinning, there was a discernable wet spot darkening the fabric. I did that. Crawling between the splayed limbs, his face lowered to his mother's crotch.

Cautiously he pulled the panties aside, gusset damp and sticky where he touched it. Inches away he could smell the rich pheromone laced scent. Eager for the next new encounter, he licked his mom's cunt. Tongue passing up along the labia, the taste gathered on the lapping organ. Briefly disappearing into his mouth, Liam savoured the tangy flavour. Far, far stronger and completely different to her milk, he still enjoyed the taste of his mom's snatch. Lying on the large bed, cock grinding into the mattress, his mouth worked the slick slit. Reaching the clit, his tongue slid over it, the tip gently tapping the sensitive bud.

Suddenly Evelyn shuddered, hips skipping from the bed to mash into the assaulting mouth. A long moan sounded. Rigid with fright, the boy held still, tongue still in contact with his mother's most intimate of parts. It was a momentary thing, the woman already relaxing back onto the bedspread.

Did I just make my mom cum? Liam wondered, inexperienced ego swelling. Mouth returning to work, he continued to eat her out, licking and sucking, sampling the viscous juice emerging from the birth canal, dripping from the vaginal opening. Humping against the bed, the boy's own need to cum was rapidly approaching. Powerfully tempting he wanted to shove his throbbing cock in his mom, to spew his semen deep in her. What if she finds it? What if I get her pregnant? Equally horny and scared of consequences and repercussions, another option came to mind.

Jumping to his feet on the bed he yanked his boxers down. A long thick string of pre-cum remained connected to the underwear until it snapped, the wayward male fluid slapping against his leg. Flinging the underwear away he squatted over the pretty face. Aimed at the open mouth he stroked his length urgently, already feeling his balls contracting.

'Gonna cum, mom. Gonna cum in your mouth,' he rasped.

With an audible splat the first thick rope of pearly seed landed on the sleeping woman's face, splashing across chin and mouth. Some disappeared within, running onto her tongue. Fist a blur, the next shot flew. This one on target it, it smacked into her palette to drip down into the gunk already sitting on the tongue. Another bolt and another, one smacking against Evelyn's cheek, the last gushing across the still open mouth.

'Shit,' Liam hissed. What if she wakes up and finds my cum on her face? She'll go apeshit on me. Why didn't it all go in? Why doesn't she swallow? Coming down from his high, he sought a solution to the dilemma. Glancing about, he struck on one.

Standing beside the bed, a finger pushed the mess he'd made into his mom's mouth. There was so much of it, thick and pearly white. Still she didn't swallow, didn't take away the incestuous evidence. Sweeping up one of the bottles filled with breast milk, he wrenched the top off, nearly spilling the contents. Devilish grin spreading over his face, the young man put it to his lips, taking a good swig. Rather than drinking the breast milk he dribbled it into his mother's mouth, a long cascade between his and hers.

Looking down he saw the cum and lactate mingle in the open maw. Much to his surprise and not a little delight, the woman's tongue swirled through the concoction, further mixing the taboo cocktail. Then, much to Liam's relief, she finally swallowed, consuming his sperm and her own maternal fluid.

Picking the discarded boxers from the floor, a new problem arose. What to do about the breast pump? It had been attached when he'd walked into the bedroom. What to do about it? Would she question why it wasn't attached? Stemming a rising panic he quickly replaced the suction cups. Almost stepping out of the room, he quickly returned to the bed, pulled his mother's panties back and closed her robe. Satisfied in more ways than one, he returned to his own bed and slept like a baby.

***

Over the next couple of days memories of what had taken place crowded Liam's imagination. Despite having showered, he found himself sniffing his fingers despite knowing they were clean. Of its own volition his tongue kept digging around, seeking out phantom traces of sweet and tangy juices. And every chance he had, he'd peek at his hot mom, gaze longingly at her cleavage, if she were nursing or not. Once or twice he'd thought maybe she'd spotted him staring but said nothing. A little more discretely, and especially when wearing leggings again, he'd try to catch a glimpse of her crotch, hoping to spy a cameltoe. Thinking back to the way it smelt, how sexy it looked, how it tasted and felt, Liam would rush off to the bathroom or bedroom and jerk off until cum splattered his body.

'Liam!' The shout came from downstairs. 'Can you bring your trash down and take out the bins for me?'

Scrambling from the bed and grabbing a t-shirt from the laundry basket he wiped the mess away. Pulling the liner from the bin, he took the refuse down to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, his mom had the freezer open, pulling out a pair of little bottles, frozen breast milk inside. Ogling her bum as she crossed the room, he saw her add the bottles to a small collection already sat next to the sink.

'What you doing?' he asked, puzzled. It was a lot of milk and baby Adele had not long been fed.

'Hmm? Oh, I've stored too much.' The confused look remained on Liam's face. 'As I'm producing so much breast milk, I thought it would be nice to donate the excess to a milk bank. But there aren't any locally. It's a shame to waste it but I've no real need of it and can always freeze some fresh.'

She was going to give it away to strangers? Liam thought, abruptly outraged. First it was denied to him, then it was going to be given away and now just flushed down the drain. 'That's a pity,' he managed to say while seething inside. Right there in front of him was a stack of bottles, brimming with that sweet milk he desired so much and all about to be thrown out. What a waste!

Disheartened, he gathered the trash from the kitchen, took it outside. Having dragged the bins to the end of the drive he returned to the kitchen. Unoccupied now, his eyes turned to the jars by the sink. Maybe I could sneak one out? Quickly checking the coast was clear, he noticed an empty bottle of Mountain Dew, missed when emptying the trash. Face brightening, inspiration had struck. Although he couldn't save it all, not even half, Liam could still rescue some of the mother's milk for himself.

Sticking his head into the living room, she was sitting on the couch, watching a show on the TV. A baby monitor sat next to her. 'Are you waiting for the bottles in the kitchen to defrost?'

'Yeah,' mom replied, attention on the TV screen.

'Do you want me to defrost it in the microwave?' She turned to glance at him.

'I didn't think of that. It shouldn't be microwaved for a baby but as it's being chucked out... Yes, thanks sweetheart.'

Giddy, Liam almost skipped back to the kitchen sink. Dated, the four most recent were selected. Holding four ounces apiece, it would be enough to fill the soda bottle. Nervously, he waited for the appliance to work it's magic. Agitation growing, frightened of being discovered, he let the milk stand for 30 seconds out of habit. Time barely up, he pulled the small jars out. Throwing wary glances at the doorway, somewhat reassured by the sound of his mother's voice in response to something on the TV, he quickly but carefully decanted the warm breast milk. Setting the prize aside, he microwaved the remainder before reluctantly pouring it down the sink. Green bottle in hand, warm to the touch, he joined his mother in the living room.

Sitting on the couch across for the woman, he unscrewed the bottle and took a swig. Soft warm and creamy, it slid easily down his throat. Legs crossed, they hid a growing erection, the young man getting a kick out of drinking his mother's breast milk while she sat right there, completely unaware.

'You know, I can't see how you can drink that junk,' Mrs Becker said, seeing the soda upturned, another mouthful taken.

Swallowing, letting the milk warm its way down to his stomach, Liam smiled. If only you knew, he smirked around the bottle top. 'It's good, mom,' he said. Holding out the green bottle, its content disguised by the coloured plastic, he shook it at her. 'Sure you don't want some?'

'No thanks,' she said, attention back on the screen.

Slowly and deliberately Liam emptied the bottle. Savouring the flavour of the lactate, it was getting him horny, as much as the sheer audacity of doing it right there in front of his mother. Straining his pants, his cock was fully hard. However, as the last dregs were finished, eyes falling to the full neckline of the woman's top, the son couldn't help but feel it wasn't the same as drinking directly from the tap.

***

Night found Liam creeping along the landing, headed towards his parents bedroom. No light on this time, he eased the door open. Listening carefully, the sound of deep rhythmic breathing came from the dark. Keeping to the shadows he slipped into the room. It had been something of a hectic day, little Adele playing up had left their mother exhausted. Proof positive, she lay under the covers, deep in slumber. Blonde head resting on the pillows, Evelyn appeared content and comfortable.

Pulling the comforter down revealed the supine figure. Much to the boy's surprise, his mom was nude, no nightgown, no panties. Does she always sleep naked? Not a bad idea. Wearing just a pair of plain boxers, he slid them down, uncovering an upright fleshy pole. Liam had come to the bedroom with intent tonight.

Easing onto the bed, he lay beside the busty figure. Propped up on one elbow, he leaned over. Head lowering, his mouth enclosed a teat. Lips puckering, cheeks hollowing, he sucked. Almost immediately a jet of thin essence shot onto his tongue, setting taste buds afire. Free hand cupping the breast, it squeezed the pliant orb, encouraging the flow. More milk flowed now, the taste richer, the texture creamier. Feeding a gnawing hunger, the man nursed on his mother, consumed the motherly liquid, moist sounds emanating as he fed.

Excitement mounting, their bodies nudged closer. A gasp sounding from the man's throat, cock brushing the silk of his mom's thigh. As instinctive as the nursing, his hips rocked. Lubed with pre-cum, the hot member rubbed against the leg. Aware of how deeply Mrs Becker could sleep, Liam let himself enjoy the moment. Voraciously sucking at the thick nipple, he dry humped his mom, uncaring about the smears of male fluid smearing the perfect skin. Evelyn moaned, shifted against the mattress but remained, plaything for her incestuous offspring.

Craving more, Liam's face pressed into the supple and luscious breast, enthusiastically suckling. More and more of the mother's milk spurted. Nuzzling happily, he drew out the secretion, let it bathe tongue and gums, the mild yet sweet flavour sitting for a moment before being drunk. Cupping hand pressing from below, fingers digging into the soft yielding flesh, mouth milking the teat, he dined on his mother, indulged his growing need. All the while male pelvis kept shoving forward, cock forced into grinding against his mom's thigh.

Gasping, he came up for air. A runnel of milky fluid dribbled from his chin, falling to the distended teat he'd fed upon. A single broad swipe of the tongue capture it. Licking at the fleshy protuberance, he tasted the juice. Lips locking once more, he continued to suckle until no more came, the tit dry for now. Heart pounding, he wanted to empty the other, but now his cock wanted its own satisfaction, wanted an experience that all young men desired: sex. But this, this would be sex with his own mother! Finally, Liam was going to lose his virginity.

Climbing over the sleeping woman, he forced apart the long legs. Legs that 18 years ago had opened to let Liam out into the world, now spread so he could return. Posted on one arm over the figure, the other guided Liam's cock to the waiting vagina. Like he'd seen in countless porn movies, he rubbed the head against the enticing slit. Brought on by the titular attention, the crease was moist, the vulva warm. Arm straining, Liam nearly collapsed atop his would-be victim. Yanking away from his cock, the other hand slapped onto the bed, holding the son up. Against his raging hard-on was the entrance to his mom's pussy.

'Oh, Jesus, God,' Liam Becker gasped, dick sinking into his own mother's vagina. Expecting it to feel warm and moist, the enwrapping passage was hot and wet, and excruciatingly soft, velvety against the rigid length of the intruding tool. Crotch to crotch, he held still, basking in the new sensations stemming from the incestuous join, flowing up into him and suffusing his entire body. Finally he was having sex. Sex with my mom!

'Oh, mom, you've taken my virginity. Oh, I love you!'

Pulling back, the man thrust forward. Even though Evelyn had birthed less than four weeks ago she felt tight. Again son bucked above mother, cock pushing through the silk grip of her pussy, head slipping along slick walls. No thought was spared as to the wrongness of the act, that he was raping the same woman who'd given birth to and raised him. Only the physical pleasures of being inside a female held sway.

Moving down to his elbows, Liam let his entire body come into contact with the sleeping female. Body heat captured him as much as the coital grip clasped the member fucking it. Hips bucking, he watched his mom judder with each impact, tits wobbling as they screwed. So close to her, he could smell her scent, her skin, the lotions used before bed. Underneath it all his sensitive nostrils picked up two other distinct smells, different but very much pleasing. Rising from the jiggling bust came a sweet almost honeyed aroma, the smell of milk filled breasts. From lower came the tangy traces of pussy on the air, enriching with every thrust the boy made up the birth canal where he'd originated.

Saliva already tainted with titty cream, the boy wanted more. Latching onto the as yet untouched jug, he supped. Shoulders and arms locked, hips thrusting, he continued to fuck the sleeping parent as he suckled again, drawing a sweet milky draft. Holding out as long as possible, Liam Becker raped and suckled his mother, taking her in her matrimonial bed. Under the physical assault, the sleeping woman couldn't not respond.

Head rocking against the pillow, blonde hair spread out, her eyes remained closed though moans and pants issued from open lips. Trapped beneath her son, Evelyn writhed, butt squirming into the mattress. Back arching, the nursing boob pressed upward in unknown offering, encouraging the suctioning mouth to feed. Spurts of the luscious fluid jetted into the hungry mouth. Between her legs her boy rutted, cock jabbing in and out, awash with churned vaginal fluids. It was all too much for the inexperienced rapist.

Tonight there was no caution. Embedding fully, Liam let his balls empty. A huge surge forged along his enclosed length and an eruption of incestuous sperm flooded his mom's vagina. Another blast pelted inwards, inundating the quivering cervix pressed tightly to the spewing head. Millions of male swimmers made for the open gateway, passing through to the fertile womb beyond. More cum invaded the sleeping woman, all headed in one direction, all with a single imperative: find an egg and fertilise it.

Culmination completed, Liam swallowed the breast milk filling his maw. Exhausted yet exhilarated, he rolled to lay alongside. Glazed eyes turned towards the ceiling they saw nothing, his vision full of images of what had just happened, of what he'd just done. For a moment worry intruded upon the reminiscence, concerns of pregnancy penetrating the post climax fog. What if she fell pregnant?

But no, Liam silently reasoned with himself, it's far too soon for mom to get pregnant again. Adele was only born three and a half weeks ago. Although, if she did, her milk supply would continue.

***

It was a couple of nights more before Liam returned to his mother's bed. Again he took his pleasure, nursing, drinking the abundant milk while spending his seed deep within the pink furnace between her legs. It would not be the last time he made the nocturnal visit. But eventually, there was a cost.

A week after it had all begun Liam came home from his apprenticeship. It had been a good day and the weekend promised better as dad was due home for a while. But of course, that meant tonight mom would still be alone in her bed. At least as far as she knows, he thought, walking into the living room.

'Hi mom,' he greeted the beautiful blonde. Stood beneath the lights, she appeared to almost glow like when she'd carried baby Adele. However, the expression on her face was far from peaceful, it was livid.

Nervously glancing about, Liam saw a stuffed toy on the couch. Recognising it as a nanny cam, his heart plummeted, blood freezing in his veins. 'I know what you did,' mother's words cold, empty. TV switching on, it showed a bedroom scene, a young but grown man hungrily nursing on a woman before climbing atop. There was no mistaking the bodily movements, no disguising what the recording showed. 'And there's this!' Something small was thrown at him.

Automatically catching the plastic object, he stared at it, dumbfounded. Only ever having seeing them on TV and in movies, he still recognised the pregnancy test. Slowly turning it over, heart in his throat, a + symbol stared back. A positive test.

'You got me pregnant, Liam Becker! How the hell do we explain this to your father?'

End of story.