More practice ...

I had to find out more about what was happening. If things were as I suspected, I could have my mom any time I wanted. I did want her now, but I didn’t want to ruin it for the future. I had to do this methodically.

<This is okay.> The words slid through the void and easily slipped into the image. Mother seemed more at ease now, as she returned to fetch her cup of coffee.

<It’s okay if my son sees me naked, he’s a big boy now.> The words seemed to move slower, and a nagging pressure built in my head. I concentrated on the words a little harder and watched them disappear into her image bit by bit. I watched as my mom absentmindedly sipped at her coffee as she contemplated the thoughts running through her head.

The pressure from the last implant left me somewhat drained. I needed a different approach, one that would be easier for her to accept. <I can’t believe how fast he’s grown up.> The words were sucked into her image like a vacuum.

I returned to eating my cereal, and concentrating on the image in my head, so as to not stare at my mother as the thoughts ran across her head, as if they were her own.

<I remember when he was just a baby.> Easy!

<I remember breast feeding him.> Easy!

<Imagine me breast feeding him now.> BAM! It was like a door had been slammed shut, the echo filling my head with a resounding thud. The headache resumed as the words scrambled around, looking for somewhere to go. I realized the pounding would continue until I erased each one. I looked at my mother. She was apparently still working on the last thought that successfully made it through. I had to see if I could make all this seem normal with very little push from me.

<It was so cute when he suckled my nipples as a baby.> Easy again. I was relieved.

<I was so happy when he sucked the milk from my breasts.> Easy.

<I can’t believe it’s been all these years since he’s suckled my breasts.> Easy once more. I was getting the hang of this.

<I haven’t been as happy, ever since he stopped sucking my tits.> Each word slipped in easily, until the last one. There was a slight hesitation before it was accepted.

<I would love to be that happy once again.> Easy.

<I would do anything I could to bring that happiness back into my life.> Once again, the vacuum sucked the words into her image.

It was time to try something new. I flooded her with thoughts. <I loved it when he suckled me as a baby.> <It felt so good when he sucked on my tits.> < I haven’t felt that good, ever since.> <I want to be happy again.> <I was happy when he sucked my tits.> <I haven’t been happy since.> <I want to be happy again.> <I could be happy again if he sucked my tits.> <I need to be happy again.> <I need him to suck my tits.>

Every single thought met absolutely no resistance. I looked up after sending the last one, and found my mom staring at me glassy-eyed. Her breathing was shallow and came in hurried gasps as she closed the distance between us. Without any reservations she came up to me and grabbed my head between her hands. “Oh God, it’s been so long,” she cried out as she thrust my open mouth atop her engorged nipple. “That’s my baby,” she cooed as I sucked it in deep stretching the pliable flesh as it filled with more blood. “This is what I needed for so long.”

I continued suckling as she alternated me from tit to tit. I was amazed at the success I had found so far. I now needed to push things a little bit further.