Breastfa - er... breakfast in bed

You wake to find warm sunlight streaming through your bedroom windows. The sight relaxes you and you snuggle into your warm covers.

The sharp bird calls from outside tell you that it's still morning and you haven't slept past twelve like usual. Mom would be pleased.

"Wait, Mom!" You shoot up, chest heaving.

She'd let you fall asleep between her big naked breasts the night before. At least that's what you remember. Was it all just a dream?

A wonderfully appetizing smell wafts into your nostrils.

"Yes, sweetie?" A warm, feminine voice draws your gaze to your open doorway.

Your mother stands in your doorway. She's wearing sweatpants and a blouse that looks like it might be a size or two small on her. The thin material of her top clings to her massive breasts. Her nipples cap off the display like a cherry on top of a cake.

She's holding a tray in front of her and what looks to be a plate covered in pancakes, bacon, and a small wedge of toast. A glass of orange juice sits on the left side of the plate.

You simply look at her, speechless. In all your years your mother had never done anything like this for you. Her interactions with you, while not necessarily cold, had never been particularly warm.

She notices you staring at her and takes this as her cue to enter your room. She shuts the door behind her with her foot.

“I thought you might be hungry, so I made you some breakfast,” she says.

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you before you finally drag yourself out of your stupor and answer her.

“T-that’s great, Mom!” you give her your best smile. “Thank you so much!”

Your mother smiles at you and walks up to your bed, setting the tray and the food on it carefully on the edge of the bed.

“I’m glad you like it, honey. Why don’t you start digging in?”

You nod at her, stunned by the influence you’ve exerted over your mother over the course of a couple of hypnotic sessions. You wonder how much different your mother will be at the end of the week. You hope she’ll fall into another hypnotic trance sometime today. There’s just so much you want to do!

You absentmindedly pluck a piece of bacon from the plate on your bed and plop it in your mouth. It’s crisp and greasy, just the way you like it. You swallow the food in your mouth and hum appreciatively.

Your mother watches you eat, a proud look on her face as you enjoy the meal she went out of her way to cook for you.

“Why don’t you show me your breasts so I can look at them while I eat?”

“Of course,” your mother beams at you. She bites her lip and reaches her hands down to the bottom of her blouse. She slowly raises it, exposing the smooth creamy skin of her stomach and belly button. Seconds later, your mother’s big soft breasts spill into view. They wobble slightly as your mother moves, finally bringing the blouse over her head and tossing it on your desk chair.

“Do you like your mommy’s tits?” the woman who birthed you takes a step closer to the bed.

“Uh-huh,” you gape at her, staring at her big white boobs. You want to grope and pinch and suckle them.

A rather lewd idea pops into your perverted brain.

“Hey Mom, um… would it be okay if I put my penis between your breasts while I ate?”

Your mother quirks an eyebrow at you.

“I guess that’d be fine. My tits exist to serve your needs, even if those needs might be a little strange,” you mother mutters the last part. “So, how do you want me?”

Oh, in so many ways.

You adjust yourself so that you’re sitting at the edge of your bed. Your cock throbs with arousal.

“Um, can you kneel down in front of me?”

She nods at you and slowly sinks to her knees in front of you. Her gargantuan breasts wiggle and wobble as she settles into place. She smiles up at you, but you can’t help but notice the way her eyes flick over to your cock when she thinks you aren’t looking.

“Is this okay?” she asks.

“Mhm,” you moan through a bite of bacon.

The woman who gave birth to you and had shaped the course of your life wraps her soft tits around your cock. You nearly **** on your bacon as you feel your cock make contact with the bare skin of your mother’s titflesh.

You gape at the sight in front of you, almost unbelieving as your mom grabs the sides of her breasts and pushes them inward, squeezing your cock between her mounds.

“W-wow,” you stammer.

“Mommy’s boobs exist to serve your every need,” your mother looks up at you and very slowly licks her lips.

“That’s awesome,” you manage to say. “Can you start moving them up and down?”

Your mother doesn’t blink at your request. She uses her hands and back to build up a rhythm as she massages your cock with the breasts you used to suckle on for the precious milk within. You know there’s something incredibly depraved and wrong about this, but that only makes it hotter. You doubt your mother has lactated in quite some time, yet you can’t help but imagine her warm milk leaking out of her breasts as fucks your cock with your tits. A desecration of the relationship between mother and son; the merging of a nourishing maternal figure with an irrefutably sexual being.

A stray thought whispers through your mind. An image of your mother gyrating on your cock and crying out for your seed, begging you to impregnate her so she can fuck your cock with milk-engorged breasts. Well, she was pestering you to give her more grandchildren earlier, wasn’t she?

You shake your head.

“I’m so fucked up,” you mutter. Where the hell had that come from?

“John! You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way,” your mother admonishes you. She squeezes her breasts harder around your cock and stops moving so that the head of your manhood peaks out of her cleavage. “Honey, look at me.”

She draws your gaze so that you meet her eyes. Their azure depths are warm and welcoming and you can’t help but love the way your mother looks at you now.

“You know you can talk to me if anything’s bothering you, right?”

You nod at her and she resumes her movements, causing your cock to twitch at the pleasurable sensations that course through your body despite the friction between the two of you.

“Can you spit between your breasts, Mom? It’ll help the friction be a little more bearable,” you say. “And start moving a little faster.”

Your mother hesitates for a moment or so before nodding her head. She drools a thick string of saliva that dangles from her lips and floods between her breasts.

Wet slapping sounds begin to fill your room as your mother titfucks you in earnest. You moan appreciatively at how warm and snug your cock feels between your mother’s breasts. The knowledge that she’d have never done this of her own free will excites you. You want to see how far you can push her; how far you can make the woman who gave birth to you fall under your sway.

“Do you feel comfortable around me, Mommy?” you groan as you feel yourself approaching orgasm.

“O-of course honey,” your mother pants as she moves her breasts rapidly. Up and down. Up and down.

“I-I’m about to cum,” you ground out. “Move back a little and push your tits together. I wanna cum on them.”

Your mother swallows thickly and you can’t help but imagine your cum sliding down her throat.

The thought sends you over the edge and you groan as thick ropes of semen spurt out of your cock and land heavily on your mother’s massive pale breasts.

“Oh fuck…” you bite your lip and stare at your mother. She’s just kneeling there, looking at the mess you’ve made of her breasts. You’d grab your phone and snap a picture of her if you were sure she wouldn’t freak out about it.

“Mom.”

She looks up at you and licks her plump lips again. You really, really want to see those lips wrapped around your cock or sucking your balls.

“R-rub my cum into your breasts.”

“Alright, John. Wow, it's so warm,” she says as she gently moves her hands over her breasts, rubbing in your thick semen like it’s some form of body lotion. You can tell from the way she frowns that she’s not really happy to be touching your cum with her bare hands, but she soldiers on, the suggestion that her breasts exist to serve you apparently enough to overcome her distaste with the act.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you say after her breasts gleam with the bright sheen of your ejaculate.

She moves her hands away from her breasts and asks, “Is it alright if I go clean up?”

“Uh, sure,” you say, wondering why she’s asking you in the first place. “Just don’t clean your boobs. I want – no, I need – you to wear my cum on them all day.”

“Okay, I’ll do that for you,” your mother says.

You hear a series of knocks on your door.

“Linda, are you in there with John?”

Your father’s voice nearly sends you into panic mode as you frantically search for clothes to put on. Your mother doesn’t look nearly as bothered, however.

“Yes, honey. Our son and I were just talking,” she gives you an impish smirk that causes your cock to throb.

Fuck, you had no idea your mom could be such a tease.

“Alright,” your father says through the door. He doesn’t try the knob. “Tiffany and Rick are downstairs getting ready. We’re just waiting on you.”

“Thanks for letting me know, Jack. I’ll be down in a little bit.”

You hear footsteps as your father walks down the hallway and let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Damn, you have no idea how you would have explained your mother kneeling topless in your room.

“So, uh, what was that all about?” you ask.

Your mother smiles at you. “Oh, your father just wanted to remind me that we’re going Christmas shopping today. Do you want to come?”

Huh, you hadn’t known about that. Are you really this out of touch with your own family?

Your mother gives a pleading look and arches her back, putting her big tits on display.

“Please, honey? I’d really like it if you came with me today.”

Honestly, you quite like the idea of going to the mall with your mother. There’s always a chance she’ll fall into another trance today and you’d rather be there when it happens and relish the delicious blank look in her hypnotized eyes instead of giving her posthypnotic suggestions over the phone. Not to mention that there are probably a lot of mothers shopping at the mall for the holidays. So many potential targets all in one place.

Then again, being home alone would allow you to explore your neighborhood at your leisure. Your hot MILF neighbor Mrs. Hughes used to babysit you and Tiffany when you were young and has remained close friends with your mother. She probably wouldn’t be averse to you coming over to catch up. And that’s saying nothing of the other mothers in your town you know are usually home this time of day.