Bedtime story

Your mom sat in your bed resting on the headboard and guided your head into her lap. The Moment you saw her breast pop out of her nightgown you were overjoyed and gladly let her press your face into her engorged nipple. She pressed your face hard into her breasts causing a strong spurt of her milk to fill your mouth. Mommy's milk was so sweet and amazing...

"Now you just drink up while Mommy tells you a story bumpkin..." Her voice like like a song as she began.

"There was once a beautiful woman who dreamed of meeting a dark handsome prince. A grown man who could please her in every way she desired..." Her soothing voice and her milk were too much as you drifted in and out, firmly latched to her nipple. You were her son, you were in your bedroom. You looked at all your posters on the wall. As you looked up at her and all around, you knew none of it could be real, but then, how could it not be? This was your bedroom. You knew something was strange, but as much as you looked you couldn't see anything wrong.

Your mother gently stroked your hair, occasionally brushing her other hand down by your thigh. It was embarrassing but sucking her breasts was giving you an erection. She let out a pitying chuckle when she noticed but continued her story.

"But the beautiful woman did not meet a dark handsome prince that could please her. Oh no, she had met someone quite immature indeed, and she wasn't quite sure what to do with him. So the beautiful woman came up with a delightful plan. She would keep the immature and strange man she met as an admirer, to watch her incredible life unfold. She couldn't think of anything better for such a strange man to end up as. And so the beautiful woman continued her search for a dark handsome prince again..." The rest of the day, all the confusion, whatever it was- drifted away. You loved the story so much and hung on every word. You dreamed about the beautiful woman in the story. You wanted the woman to fall in love with her prince so much. But the story went on and on and on... You could hear her words repeating far away somewhere. You loved Mommy. You loved Mommy so Much. She would take care of you. You should always obey Mommy...

You were hardly even aware when she left. You were only half aware of her clicking on your nightlight and starry-night projector before you fell fast asleep, tummy full of Mommy's milk.