Please, Mommy. I want your milk. (Mommy dom- training)

“Please, Mommy. I want your milk.”

Her rose lips curl into a smile. “Do you want it in this nasty jug, or do you want it straight from the tap?”

“The tap,” I shout, unable to control myself.

She holds the jug out to the side and the secretary futa takes it from her hand. “Feed, my baby boy.”

Her arms gently pull me in, guiding my head to her tit. With her shoes giving her a touch more height, and her perky as fuck tit holding her nipple up rather than sagging down, I have to stand on my tip-toes to reach with my mouth. Warm milk squirts into my mouth and down my throat. The famous scent of the Empresses family washes over me, citrus and soft wood. My hands wrap around her hard, muscled body but she easily pries my grips loose and tucks my arms over my chest. She stoops down and picks me up to cradle me in her sure arms.

“This is what you need,” she coos. “You’re going to be so big and strong when I’m done with you. Whatever futa claims you will just grovel in appreciation for all the hard work I’m going to put into you.”

I grunt in sorrow, not wanting another futa. I want Momma.

Sush. “You’re going to thank me. Momma’s milk is going to make you so strong. Did you read what my milk will do to you in your search earlier?”

How does she… Of course, she knows. She’s the Madam of the complex. I shake my head even though I did learn some things. I just want to hear Momma talk as I suckle on her fat titty. It’s so firm and yet soft my lips can’t get enough. The nub of her nipple penetrates my lips and whispers of more pleasures to come.

“Momma’s milk will make you pliable. If Momma sat you up on her cock, you’d rip in half.”

I suck harder, eager at the thought of her massive cock impaling my ass.

“But after you’ve moved over to milk, your little boy-hole will stretch much easier.”

Her hand that held my legs slipped over the elastic waist and slid under to grab my needy ass. My boy-hole opened as her fingers gripped the fatty tissue surrounding it.

“Reba, come here and finger his ass. He’s so ****.”

“I can see, Madam. He’s grinding his hips so hard.” Reba’s hand joins Momma’s but her fingers were already lubricated. Two slide into my ass before a third joins. “Three.”

“He’s been drinking Momma’s milk for a while now.” Momma smiles down at me as her hand moves from my ass to my crotch. She pinches my hard on with her thumb and finger. “This will get smaller, and these.” She grabs my balls and gently rolls them around in her fingers, applying gentle pressure that makes me moan. “You want that? You want your little peen and balls to shrink?”

I nod as another moan pushes in my throat as Reba’s fingers press my prostate. Milk sloshes down my gullet as I feel my body coming to life for the first time. Every caress of Momma’s fingers and the rhythmic sensation of Reba’s fingers brings be closer.

“Stop.” Momma’s fingers pinch my dick’s head.

Reba’s fingers slide out of my ass, leaving me wanting. She walks over to the sink and washes her hand as Momma gently pulls me away from her breast.

“That’s enough, baby boy. If you want more, you’ll need to use what I put in your refrigerator.”

I swallow the last of the warm, creamy milk. “Thank you.”

“Give Momma a kiss.”

She bends her neck down while lifting me up. I lift my head, **** to oblige. Her ruby lips crash over mine in slick heat, but only for a heartbeat as she raises her head, tearing her lips away from mine.

She stands, leaving me on the couch, and tucks her breast back in her shirt. “Well. This was fun. We’ll do this again very soon. Your obedience training is underway, and I promise you, I’ll find you the best futa you can possibly serve.” Reba opens the door and holds it for Momma, but Momma stops just before she leaves. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it. Tomorrow is your first day of class and you won’t have much time between class and me to do much else but sleep.”

She walks through the door and Reba shuts it behind her.

The warm milk sloshes in my stomach. I stand but I feel almost drunk and I stumble down the hall to my new bedroom. The room is much larger than the one I had at my parent’s home. The bed is a queen with black silk sheets and a padded headboard. On the charcoal grey walls, posters of futa with their cocks out fill up the empty space as well as the wide-reaching ceiling. Just about every inch is filled with massive cocks, cumming into the air or on ruined assholes and heavy tits squirting just like Mommas. The nightstand is a mini fridge with another gallon of milk. On top, several red dildos wait with a bottle of lube, each larger than the last. I estimate the smallest to be seven or eight inches and the biggest roughly sixteen or eighteen.

I lube up the smallest and sit down on it. It slides in like a dream, bringing my dick to stand firm, but I’m not doing it for me. This is for Momma. She’s going to make me the best me, I’m going to do my best for her. Hilted on the dildo, it’s rubber balls bigger than my own, and I drink the milk until it’s gone.