What kinda name is Tits

He turned to his **** and smiled. “You sure can be rough on your mother,” he said staring at her beautiful blue eyes. She did not blink.

She looked at him sternly. “I’m your ****, whatever she was before doesn’t matter” she answered. He reached over to her and again cupped her breasts. “Man, I’d love to milk these babies,” he said to her and she smiled back. “I’m sure you would”.

He realized he forgot about her sister, she must be arriving soon.

“Tell me about your sister before she arrives,” he told his unnamed ****.

Smiling broadly, she told him about Sarah. The two of them competed in everything, when she completed Harvard Law in record time, her sister had to complete MIT Engineering in record time. She was never good at sports where Sarah excelled throughout both high school and college. She had more friends, but less lovers where Sarah was the opposite, she had a few very close friends but a never ending series of men.

Shaking her head, she concluded “I love Sarah, but often can’t stand her. And she had a name and I do not,” she ended, eyes sparkling with hope that she can get a name from her master. Knowing she had sealed her sister's fate with how she described the younger woman.

“Oh, shit, forgot about that,” he said with a smirk. “I guess it would be easier to call you something other than ****, let’s see. You're clearly smart, ruthless and maybe too subtle. I can’t take my eyes off your tits...” he ended with a thought.

“Oh shit, let’s just call you Tits for now okay?” he told her without putting much thought in the matter. He hadn’t thought she’d care, he was wrong. She felt a sensation in her breasts but had no idea what it was.

She was shocked, what an insulting name. He thought so little of her that he’d call her Tits. Then she thought a second time, Tits was fine she thought, he loved her breasts and that gave her some control over this odd situation.

Smiling, “Tits it is then.” she answered, turning back to him and squashing her namesake against his chest. It was just a drop, but she felt herself lactate.

“Looks like you get your wish,” she said, offering her right tit to him as a small stream of milk issued forth. “Come to mama”, she said, pulling him close.

Tits realized something at that moment as she hugged her master. Her fate was sealed, she was bought and paid for, but her sisters maybe could be saved. She needed to protect her sister even though at times Sarah drove her nuts.