It is time for more family bonding

“Sorry mom,” you say. “I’ve been so caught up with the farm work.” You then slowly turn up the suction, gradually spinning the dial and watching your mother’s face. She smiles until the whir of the milking machine hits a high point, causing her to moan loudly, almost pained. “I didn’t realise I was being a bad son.”

This causes your mother to laugh, but it’s a sweet stuttering sound as your mother feels her tit get sucked. She’s also teasing her other nipple with her fingers, squeezing her breast in her hand.

“Bad son…” she breathes. She drops from her squatting position to her knees and sits up, her knees now spread about shoulder width apart. “Bad son… naughty son... makes me all wet… then leaves me like this.” Her free hand travels down to her crotch, fingers running through her pubic hair then dipping past to her neglected pussy. “I watch you giving dick to all the farm girls… Making mom all wet…”

You start to stroke at the show, reminded of the mutual masturbation session you had with your sister Jen after that first day in the shower. Thoughts of your siblings are fleeting, though. Your mom is filling your senses. You can smell her. That wetness comes wafting up to you above the comforting smell of hay. A musky, mouthwatering sweetness. Must be all the milk she drinks. You look at the tit desperately getting sucked by the milking machine and shake your head. You grab it and pull. It causes you mother to cry out as the machine, going full bore, pulls at your mom’s entire breast. Shocked by her cry you quickly switch it off and there’s a hollow pop as your mother’s tit is finally released. Her areola is puffy, swollen. Her nipple is distended and stiff. You’re able to compare it to her non-suctioned tit and it’s notably redder, engorged with blood and bulging. It looks painful. You need to kiss it better.

Your mother smiles watching you lean your head down and put your lips around her embiggened nipple. She hisses a little at the contact and you almost want to pull away, buts he clasps a hand at the back of your head. She pulls you in so that you take her breast fully, her soft flesh pressing to your cheeks now. You start to suck… to suckle. She sighs greatly, sounding soothed. You wish you could actually feel her fill your mouth with warm milk but those days are over. Still, she gently caresses the back of your head as you ‘feed’ at her teat. It’s definetly stoking your fires as you continue to stroke your iron hard rod.

“Breathe baby,” she says, her voice soft, a little breathless herself. You hear her and begin to breathe through your nose, taking in more of her scent, from her skin and from her heated, slippery cunt. You can’t see it, but you hear her fingers working her womanhood. Hear her dripping. It makes you thirstier and you suck harder, you start molesting those tits with your strong fingers, pressing her warm flesh into your palms. She hums at your eagerness, nails digging into your neck. “Mmmm baby... baby... son… stop...ahh...” she moans. The word ‘stop’ cuts through your lust like an arrow and you immediately do so, spitting out her tit and pulling your head back. You gasp like a man coming out of the water for air and look at your mother wide eyed. But she’s still all smiles, and her soft hand on your cheek reassures you. At this point you even stopped jerking off, which gives your mother the chance to seize the opportunity as she reaches out and seizes your opportunity. You feel how slimy her fingers are around your cock and groan knowing where the natural lubricant comes from.

As she begins to stroke, you shiver, her silky softness almost all you can focus on. Her touch is familiar from all the times she’s stroked your hair or rubbed your back when you were sick or hugged your arms when you were cold. It’s her grip, firm and hot, masterful. She slides her hand easily over your every bump and vein, exploring you with her fingers. It’s motherly and sexual, almost confusingly, but your head is clear with lustful desire for this woman, and her you. Her nipple finds your mouth and you’re lost in momma’s flesh once more.

“I wish I could feed you again,” she coos, brushing your fringe aside. Her voice and her tender touch on your forehead widens your scope of senses again and you look up at your mother. Now you see her face as she jerks your cock and you suck her tit. You see that soft wholesome smile… and the slavering drool at the corner of it. You see your own eyes reflected like fire in hers. “I wish I could give you my milk again,” she says, licking her lips with her own kind of thirst. You suck harder at her thick teet, rewarded only with your mother’s obscene moans. “Do you want my milk baby?” she asks, her grip now tighter on your cock as if to get your attention. It does and you stare up at her, the rush of pleasure as she strokes you harder and faster making you squint and feel breathless. You need to spit her boob out to take a proper breath and the cool air on her wet nipple makes your mother sigh.

“Mom…” you blurt, having trouble forming any other words with how close you felt you were getting to ejactulating from your mother’s fervent strokes.

“Mom’s milk…” she continues. “Do you want it? There’s a way for you to make me … milkable... “