Nope, he's still working.

"No, he's still at work. I have to call him though... He won't believe me when I tell him that our son has returned!"

No, you don't want that right now.

Waving your hands, you shake your head. "No, actually Mom, I'd rather just focus on you for now. Why don't we head inside and talk, and then we can call Dad later?"

Melanie seems confused, but she nods regardless, seeing no harm in waiting a little while.

"I suppose so...well anyhow, let's go inside. I just...have so many questions for you, sweetie," she replies.

You smile, but truthfully, you don't want this to drag on for too long. If you get too heavily invested, then it may become too much trouble. This is an experiment, after all.

Grabbing her daughter, who has fallen asleep, you and Melanie enter the home. It's rather nice and clean, with a vanilla scent throughout. You can see a 50" television in the living room, the dining table in the kitchen, and an assortment of Fall decorations all over. It appears that Melanie or Greg love to match the interior of the house according to the season. Overall, it looks quite tidy, which is a big difference from your own home, especially with Erica there.

"Sweetie, please make yourself at home. I know this must feel strange for you, but...this is the house you'll be living in. If you're hungry, feel free to look through the kitchen. I'll be back in a moment - I just have to put Hanna in her crib."

You nod, but you aren't planning on eating anything from the fridge. You want the same meal package as your "little sister."

Taking some time to survey your surroundings, you rest yourself on the couch. It isn't long before Melanie returns, joining you. It looks like she's going to cry again, but she manages to hold it in.

She takes a deep breath instead. "John...I...there's so much to say, but...I guess the most important thing to ask is...how are you?"

You can hear the shakiness in her voice. It's clear that during the drive, she accumulated so many thoughts and questions for you. The good thing is that her attention's entirely focused on you, which makes manipulating her a snap.

Acting casual, you smile. "Ah well, I guess I'm fine. I've been able to live by myself for the past few years."

Melanie grows concerned, placing a hand on your knee. "...but...who was there to take care of you? When you were little, just before you turned 2, you disappeared on us! W-we tried looking everywhere for you, but..."

You can see she isn't able to finish her sentence as she's beginning to ****, but you understand the gist. At least you've been given context on how long they think they raised you, although your disappearance is still vague.

Putting your hands on top of hers, you decide to be equally vague. After all, you have no reason to explain yourself, and they should simply be happy that you're back with them. Leaning forward to hug her, she quickly returns your embrace, digging her fingers into your back as if she's afraid you're going to disappear again. She begins sobbing into your shoulder.

"I think the most important thing is that I'm back, right? Let's just say, I had some very competent people who took me in," you explain.

"Y-you're right...you're right..." she cries, knowing fully that she should be happy that you're back with her.

Pulling away, you know you can't get invested in this heavy reunion. Looking at her seriously, you make your request.

"Actually Mom, I was wondering if you'd mind breastfeeding me again." Honestly, you feel a little ashamed. Here she wants to get to know you, but you just want to cuddle and nurse from her large tits.

There's surprisingly no resistance from Melanie, who blinks a few times before her expression softens and she smiles warmly. Rubbing tears from her eyes, she doesn't even question why her older son is asking to be breastfed.

"Sweetie, I'll breastfeed you as long as you like. I'm just...so happy you're back," she replies.

Without any more delay, she begins to take off her top, and you can't help but grow hard as you watch her. She seems so delighted, not even worrying that you're a fully-grown man with perverted intentions. A lot of this may have to do with her state of mind, which isn't allowing her to push or reject you at all. To her, that's probably the worst possible action right now. That, combined with your new-found powers, is a **** far too powerful to resist.

Revealing her huge, pleasantly jiggling breasts to you, she shifts her legs across the couch and raises her arms.

"Come here, baby," she cooes, her eyes still glimmering with tears.

You shiver, a little scared and at the same time amazed at how much power you have to create genuine emotion. There's no doubt in your mind that you can have a person love you unconditionally with her whole heart. If you could make some random woman your loving mother, then a girlfriend is a snap.

Suddenly, you become aware that your cock is throbbing and straining against your pants. A little uncomfortable, and worried that you might just make a mess, you unbuckle your belt and drop them to the floor. Amazingly enough, Melanie doesn't question it, but she does gasp a little as she sees your hard member bulging through your underwear.

Pausing at her reaction, you wonder if perhaps she isn't so open as you thought. "This is fine, right?" you ask, growing nervous.

Her eyes move back to your face and she smiles reassuringly. "Sorry sweetie, I was just...surprised. Of course, you're a man, but I didn't think you would get hard..."

You decide to be honest here. "Well, of course...I have such a beautiful mother in front of me."

Melanie can't help but giggle, but some resistance finally shows up on her face. "Sweetie, I...I'm willing to breastfeed you because I love you so much, but...we can't go any farther than this, okay? Please, understand...I just don't want you to..." She begins to explain but can't finish her sentence, afraid of hurting you. After years of missing you, she doesn't want to do anything that would push you away.

For now, you don't care to find out how much effort it will take to break down such a firm moral wall. Although this is clearly ****, she simply isn't okay with doing anything too sexual with her son. While a girl on the street that has no connection to you will easily bend to your abilities, she instinctively knows you as her son, so the barrier must be quite high.

"Don't worry Mom, I just...needed some air, that's all," you explain with a grin

Melanie seems to take your word for it, looking a bit reassured. With this new understanding in place, you wobble over and enter into her embrace.

She wraps her arms around your back and pulls you to her breasts. You groan as your head is buried in her soft chest, while your throbbing cock rubs against your mother's legs.

Repositioning yourself, you press your crotch against hers. She lets out a gasp, but doesn't pull away. She seems to be okay with a little bumping and grinding, at least. You then focus your attention to her left breast, nuzzling against her smooth skin and brushing her nipple with your lips.

She moans loudly, wrapping her arms around you tighter as you latch on and begin to suckle. You can feel her crotch getting ever so slightly wet, and her breasts seem to be leaking far more than what a real baby could induce.

Slurping, smacking, moans, and groans fill the living room as you feed on your mother. You feel that you could easily get addicted to this sort of lifestyle... Some adjustments could be made, of course, but for now all you can think about is the delicious breasts in front of you.

"Ah, sweetie! Mommy's cumming!"

You haven't done anything but breastfeed, but your mother's already reaching orgasm! You can feel her pants becoming stickier by the second, spurring you on to grind and suckle harder still. A few moments later you let out a deep groan and cum yourself, coating your underwear with your seed.

You're still rock hard, however, so after pulling off the soiled garment you continue sucking and rubbing your cock against her.

By the end, you've sucked Melanie completely dry and blown your load at least three times, while she's cum twice. Both of you are drenched with sweat, her legs and thighs are coated with your semen, and overall a shower is definitely in order.

Panting, Melanie still has enough energy to show concern. "Oh no...it looks like I won't have anything to feed Hannah with..."

Still breathing pretty heavily yourself, you dismiss her concern. "You should be weaning her anyways..."

"I...I suppose so..." she gasps, easily persuaded.

Suddenly, both of you jump as the phone rings from over in the kitchen.

"Oh!" Melanie gasps happily, easily guessing who it is. "That must be Greg! I should deliver the good news," Melanie exclaims, jumping off the couch and heading for the phone.

You can't help but groan. She seems really set on revealing the good news, but you know that you have to make a decision. Obviously, it's possible to have Greg learn about you and become emotionally invested as your "father..." But do you want that?

Do you really want to integrate yourself into the family to that extent? So far, your experience with your "mother" is better than you could have imagined, mainly because she's so open to your advances. Just the simple fact that you're here and with her makes her incredibly happy. Could that work for a "father" as well?