YES?

You’re barely comprehending the words, near overwhelmed with the taboo pleasures your mother is giving you with just her needy grasp. You must have nodded. She stops jerking you. It’s almost a relief as her hand rests at the base your cock and your brain tries to figure out why things stopped. You see you mother’s face through the fog and start to figure things out. “Yeah? Do you know how?” she asks, her hand still gripped possessively around your now almost painfully hard erection.

You blink and can practically hear the gears turning in your brain.

“How to… make you… milkable?” you think out loud, eyes drifting down to her shapely, mouthwatering jugs. “Make...you... “ your eyes lower to her stomach. Your eyes become saucers. A most forbidden image swells in your mind. Your mother feels your cock flex, getting iron hard, and she chuckles through the side of her mouth.

“Oh baby,” she says, wiping some sweat from your temple. “Don’t worry. We don’t need to go that far… not necessarily…” Letting that ambiguous statement linger for a moment your mother leans back into a convenient pile of hay, finally unhanding you. As she pulls back you are presented with the most alluring vision of your mother; freckled cheeks flushed, plump and nude body damp with sweat, her legs spread with one hand sliding down to her crotch as she strokes her exposed, soaking, tantalizing vulva. “You just need to fill me, son,” she explains, her voice just above a whisper but still cutting clear to your ears. “Fill me a few times… for a few days…”

You stare at her moist opening and swallow, your cock practically thrumming, but the rest of your body is locked in place by the uncertainty of your thoughts.

“Y-you… you want me to… get you…” you stammer, unable to finish the sentence. Your mother smile and kindly shakes her head.

“Fill me with cum. I can start lactating without getting pregnant, Jon,” she states. You blink at her, still concerned and confused. But she reaches a hand out to yours, and when your fingers lock she pulls you towards her. You feel like your cock is leading you to where it wants to you to go, and soon find yourself looming over your smiling mother. Her sweating cunt is only inches below your hanging erection. “It’s the fuck farm milk we drink,” she continues, taking hold of your dick again which sends a pleasant shudder through you. “It primes the female body… my body…” her strokes pull you ever closer to her waiting womanhood. “And once you fill me up a few times, that is, with your semen, I’ll start making milk again. Whether I’m pregnant or not.”

You look down at how close her slit is then back up to your mother’s mesmerising eyes.

“Really? Are you… are you sure? Is that… true?” you ask her, or maybe you’re asking yourself if you could believe such a thing.

“I wouldn’t lie to you baby,” she replies, crooking an eyebrow at you. “Has mom ever put you wrong?” God are you ready to believe her. And really there isn’t any reason not to. She’s your mother. You shake your head.

“That’s right,” she says, smiling, stroking your cheek and your cock. “Now, there is a slight risk. If you even want to call it that… that you might… and that I might get… you know….” You do know. You nod. You feel your body lowering down to hers regardless. Your cock touches her and you both suck in a breath. “Mom’s not as fertile as she used to be but, there’s still a chance,” she continues, your cock now rubbing up and down her hot slick slit, your pre-cum intermingling with it all. Now your eyes lock.

“But whatever happens,” she says, “You can make mom one of your cows.” Your heart is thudding in your ears with what they hear. “Mom can be one of your milking cows… would you like that baby? You can milk me… and fuck me…” She shifts underneath you. “Milk me.” She puts a hand behind your neck, pulling your face down to hers. “Fuck me.”

You give in. You sink into her, gritting your teeth. Your mother moans as your hot hard meat fills her cunt. It’s like boiling, sucking grease with how turned on she is. How much she needs you.

“Oh finally… baby...ohh... son…” she groans as your fuck stick meets flush with her flesh. It’s wet and it’s crushing and you feel incredible, especially thinking about how you’ve returned to whence you’ve come.

“Mom! Fuck… fuck you’re so … tight,” you gasp, genuinely amazed with how strong she’s clamping down around you despite how easily you had slid into her initially.

“Mom’s a trained farm slut,” she says, and you have to look at her face as she admits this to you, to see the good old farm girl that was your mother speak such filth. “And I’ve been waiting for my baby boy to come home for so… damn… loooong.”

“Oh..gOD…” you croak. Your mother, despite being under your weight, thrusts up twice, raising your hips to make space, then as she eases her hips back down to the floor she unsheaths you from her cunt. The crown of your cock never leaves her maternal lips however and once your legs stop shaking you set your arms, square your shoulders, and stuff the woman full of your cock again.

“Yesss,” she hisses as you dig into her, your pelvises grinding together. From this angle you give slight pressure to her clit and her body jiggles with her minor spikes of pleasure. Those delicious nipples stand tall on her fantastic breasts. They do remind you of some of the cows… and you so want to see your mother’s milk spill from her teets… You thrust, feeling your balls already nearing bursting point, shuddering her plush pillows in the most wonderful way. She grunts appreciatively, gripping your hips. “That’s it baby, make me your cow. Make mom your cow.”

You go slow at first, feeling the luxuriant depths of your already creaming mother with each tit jiggling thrust. Her moans are edged with a giddy anticipation, enjoying your gradual increase in pace as your primal motor beings to rev.

“Fuck… I’m gonna fill you … “ you tell your mother. “I’m going to fill you, mom. Fill you with sooo much cum.”

She nods, agreeing breathlessly.

“Yes baby… please…give me your cum… I want to feed you my milk again...”

At the mention of this you imagine the taste of her long lost warm milk filling your mouth. You fuck her into to the hay and growl, her cunt squeezing you on the deepest thrust. Her depths are hot, wanting, and needs your seed. So you seed her. Your first spurt explodes inside and sucks out your breath. Semen pours out of you like a burst dam, and feeling your pulsing, throbbing cock unload in her drives your mother wild. “Don’t stop! Keep going baby! Keep fucking me!” she cries, her hand working your hips which kicks your thrusting back into gear. It’s like she’s pumping your cock with her cunt and you’re more than happy to give it to her, waves of intense, taboo sensation washing over you as your empty out into your mother. She finally can’t contain herself and crashes with her orgasm too. Your mom’s wail echos around the Big Barn walls and you keep fucking the woman because each thrust jets another thick round out of you and into her, until finally, after what felt like a full minute of ejaculation, your knees give and you slump. This wedges you deeper into your mom, plugging her, and she wraps loving arms around you. Her chest heaves with a satisfaction under yours, her arms locked around you.

Her lips find yours and she murmurs into your mouth.

“Mmm baby, I feel your hot load in my cunt,” she tells you. Your still thick erection stiffens inside her and in return her cum soaked walls clutch you. “You filled mom’s cunt with your hot load, baby.” This wordy kink of hers would be ridiculous if it didn’t turn you on just as much as it was obviously turning her on.

“Fuckin hell… that was incredible,” you say, tasting her mouth which you can feel curl into a smile.

“Are you done? After one?” she wonders challengingly, but having seen you work on the farm already knows the answer. You push yourself up with your arms so that you’re face to face with the woman who gave birth to you again.

“I won’t be done until I make you my cow,” you say. “And then… I’ll milk you.” You draw your cock out of your mother with a slow, skin tingling stroke. When you unplug her a small splattering of spent semen spills from her hole, but you don’t let her stay unfilled for long. “I’ll fuck you,” you say, slamming your engorged, cum covered rod back into your mother. “All. Night. Every. Night.” Each word is punctuated with you hammering the woman’s cunt like you own it and your mother’s joyful cries echo back.

“Yea… Make mom… -Uh!- your cow, baby, uh!” she moans, voice shaking in time with your rutting. “Mommy’s your cow… your milk slut…uh!”

You shift yourself now, straightening your back and grabbing her legs, now ploughing her in earnest. She’s as comfortable to fuck as a real girl cow. Her thick ass, meaty thighs, the softness of her skin as your rigid body grinds against her… you’re reminded of the cows and you stare hungrily at her savoury nipples.

The hot pleasure you’re sending through the woman with each wet, flesh slapping thrust starts to drive your mother towards another climax. Her body is primed even more than before and she squirms underneath you. “Nnnmm… yeaha… Jon... yea...haa..mmmaa...ooh…oooooaahh” she begins, growing less and less coherent the more her son gives that sweet cock to her. She starts to sound like an animal, like a cow, moaning for you with a guttural lowing noise. Now it really does resemble a normal milking day in the Big Barn, except when you look down it’s not the fine furry form of say Pumpkin the cow, but the smooth sunkissed skin of your freckled mother, her face red and contorted in the most exquisite anguish. It’s not the sort of lustful, obscene expression a son should see, but you take it all in like a drug, your cock soaking in her addictive cunt. You fire again, torpedos of jizz popping off inside your mom. You bombard her walls, the wet and sticky, clinging seed plentiful.

She makes a wail like she can barely believe you could cum so much so fast again and was already shaking before you gave her another dose of what she wants. You hold her shuddering form as she pistons on your steadily erupting cock until the round is finally spent again. She shivers in your arms for a few more seconds before it feels like you both just melt into the hay. You slide a bit to the side and nestle together comfortably with you still mostly on top of her because her forearm is draped over your waist. Your mother wants to keep you pinned to her, to keep those two precious loads inside, so you remain planted in that wonderfully warm and now overflowing pussy of hers. She’s humming a lullaby now and your stamina finally begins to fade.